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allur1ngs · 6 months

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mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw :0

i added my own twist to this i hope you don't mind 💌

Although you've spent a good amount of time at the Lee mansion already, you haven’t exactly gotten the chance to get to know the Bebe girls better. They’re often out on Bada’s orders or working on a job – all of them are almost as busy as your fiancée. However, today, on a rare occurrence, none of the girls were out on jobs or busy doing other work. You found this to be the best time to approach the girls and create a stronger bond with them.

...So far, spending time with Bebe has been one of the most exciting, chaotic, and fun-filled days you’ve had in a while.

“Who out of the seven of us do you think can do the best Bada impression?” Lusher asks you. She and the rest of team Bebe stand before you like contestants on a dance show, their shoulders pushed back, and heads held up high like professionals.

“Hmm,” you hum, “I think I need to see everyone’s impersonation before I can make a decision.”

“Ah, yes, yes.” Tatter nods, “We should all go up one by one and do an impression. When we’re all done, unnie gets to decide who did the best.”

Resounding murmurs of agreement echo between the girls, all of them nodding their heads in sync.

“Okay, who goes first?” Cheche asks aloud.

“Youngest goes first!” Lusher points at Sowoen, the other girls turning to face her with wide smiles.

“Sowoen, Sowoen, Soweon!” They all begin chanting, making you laugh as the girl shyly steps forward.

She quickly straightens up her posture and puts on a serious face – almost a deadpan – as she walks toward you like she’s on a catwalk. She stops a few feet away from you, crossing her arms across her chest. “Where have you been?” She speaks to you in a lower voice, trying to mimic Bada’s lower baritone. “I was worried about you.”

The girls standing behind Soweon let out loud cheers and gasps, clapping for her convincing performance.

“Wow, she did good!” Minah awes.

“How are we supposed to beat that already?” Tatter whines, pointing at Soweon accusingly.

“Good job, Soweon.” You nod, smiling at her and giving her a thumbs up.

The youngest member of Bebe smiles widely as well, before moving back to her position in line, accepting high-fives from the other girls.

“Okay, Cheche’s next!” Lusher announces, the girls hollering in excitement and pushing her forward.

Cheche fixes her suit, smoothing out any wrinkles before making her way over to you, trying to wear a serious expression, but her amused smile manages to peek through slightly, disrupting her impression. “Lusher, gather all of Bebe, we’re going to find my fiancée!” She says heartily, her mimicry clearly more comical than Soweon’s serious attempt.

The girls all burst into laughter, grabbing onto each other and pointing at Cheche in amusement. You also struggle to keep yourself from laughing; her impression is almost the complete opposite of Bada’s demeanor.

“Ya, are you even trying?” Tatter cackles, holding onto Lusher’s arms for support so she doesn’t fall onto the floor with laughter.

“You should be on a comedy show!” Minah adds, covering her mouth with her hand and slapping her thigh over and over again.

“Come on, it was good!” Cheche laughs along with her friends before turning to look at you. “Right, unnie?”

“Yeah unnie, tell us what you think,” Lusher says cheekily.

“Uhm, well,” you begin, feeling laughter already bubbling in your throat. “I think the intention was there…”

Your comment only makes the girls laugh harder, as they begin to almost flop around like fish while taking in heaving breaths.

“Unnie can’t even find the words–” Tatter says while wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes.

“No!” You giggle, “It honestly wasn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad!” Kyma emphasizes through boisterous laughter, grabbing onto Cheche’s shoulder and bringing her back into the line.

After that, Kyma and Minah go, both giving a performance similar to Cheche’s, except slightly more accurate. It’s clear that the impressions are slowly deviating from serious to “who can make the funniest impression of Bada.”

“Next up, Tatter!” Lusher cups her hands around her mouth, projecting her voice loudly. All the girls cheer for Tatter as she walks up, bowing in a joking manner.

However, her expression instantly shifts when she does her catwalk toward you. She motions for Hyo to help her with her Bada impression, and your bodyguard quickly steps up next to her, waiting until Tatter whispers something in her ear. When she pulls away, Hyo sighs dejectedly but nods, suddenly moving forward to grab your wrist, but keeping her grip light and respectful.

Tatter walks up close to Hyo, wearing an intimidating expression that surprises you. “Not so fast.” She says to your bodyguard in a low voice.

Hyo gives a half-assed attempt at a terrified expression – glancing around the room and artificially widening her eyes. “I–” She mutters, her voice so monotone you almost break out into laughter.

But then Tatter takes it a step further. “You made her drop her clothes, pick it up, now!”

Immediately, Hyo lets go of your wrists, dropping to the floor and picking up imaginary pieces of clothing and placing them onto her arms.

Tatter breaks character then, stepping to the side to face both you and the girls, bowing deeply. “Thank you, thank you.”

The other Bebe girls who’d been silent out of shock burst into screams, applauding loudly and letting out amazed remarks.

“I think she’s in first place!” Kyma nods.

“She’ll definitely win.” Minah agrees.

“You were very good, Tatter.” You admit, smiling at her. “I felt like I was experiencing that event all over again.”

“Thank you unnie.” She grins proudly. “You’re going to choose me as the winner, right?”

“Hold on!” Lusher cuts in, holding her hands up in a “stop” motion. “Hyo and I haven’t gone yet!”

“Right.” You nod, “But you’re definitely on the top of my list so far, Tatter.”

“Yes!” She cheers, walking back into line and accepting fist-bumps from her friends.

“Okay Hyo, you’re second to last!” Lusher motions for your bodyguard to begin her impression.

Hyo smirks and nods, taking off her sunglasses for a moment before placing them back on the bridge of her nose but letting them hang slightly lower. She makes a rectangle shape with her hand, and then makes a writing motion.

“Ohh, she’s mimicking what Bada looks like when she works,” Soweon mutters under her breath.

Hyo suddenly pushes her sunglasses up her nose before making a knocking noise by clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Who is it?” She does a surprisingly good impression of Bada’s voice, using her advantage of already having a raspier and deeper voice.

Silence passes through the air for a moment before Hyo speaks again.

“It’s me, your very best friend!” She does a slightly higher-pitched tone, clearly trying to mimic Lusher’s voice.

You immediately gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth in shock to stop yourself from laughing as the other Bebe girls all do the same.

“Hey, what is this? I don’t sound like that!” Lusher complains lightheartedly, clearly not hurt by Hyo’s impression but instead trying to keep her laughter in.

“No, no, I think she’s pretty accurate,” Tatter says to Lusher slyly, her friend lightly elbowing her in the side as an act of retaliation.

Hyo continues her impression, ignoring the girls' comments in the background. She sighs dramatically and loudly, stopping her writing motion in the process. “Go away Lusher, I’m working!” She does Bada’s low voice again, this time her volume much louder to convey annoyance. “But–but–” Hyo does Lusher’s voice again, about to finish her bit off before the girl herself stops her.

“Alright, that’s enough!” She pushes Hyo back into line, everyone finally bursting into laughter at her annoyed expression. “It’s my turn now, the best for last!”

“Hyo, you did very good!” You tell her while holding up two thumbs up, making your bodyguard smile and nod her head back.

“Unnie!” Lusher says in a betrayed voice. “Let me show you what I can do.”

And show you, she does.

As soon as she begins her walk, she approaches you, gently grabbing you by the waist, then heading over in Hyo’s direction. She stops right in front of her, her eyes set in a glare as she spins you around so you’re tucked into her side. “Who do you think you are touching my fiancée like that, huh?” Because Lusher is almost Bada’s height, she slightly towers over Hyo, her chin at your bodyguard’s eye level.

You’re shocked at Lusher’s brazen display, to the point where you’re left speechless even as she backs away from an unamused Hyo and focuses on you instead.

She turns you to face her, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deeply into your eyes with a serious expression. “You are my world,” she mutters, leaning in like she’s about to go in for a kiss. The girls behind her gasp with you, placing their hands over their mouths in shock as they watch with bated breath to see if Lusher will really do it.

But of course, at the last second, she pulls away, letting out a celebratory shout.

The girls explode, all screaming that she was way too good.

“I don’t know who I want to be, Lusher or unnie!”

“Ya, when did you get so good at impressions, Lusher!”

“I really thought she was going to kiss unnie.” Tatter says, mouth still agape.

“No, I don’t have a death wish.” Lusher laughs. “If Bada found out I kissed her, even as a joke, by tomorrow morning you’d find me tied up to the front gates!” She then turns to look at you, smiling widely. “So, I won, right?”

Still half in shock, you’re unable to utter a single word. You try to gather your bearings, and when you finally are about to speak, someone interrupts you.

“Hold on, unnie hasn’t done an impression yet.” Minah points out.

Resounding sounds of “ohhh” in agreement fill the air, making all the girls shift their focus to you.

“Unnie, do a Bada impression!” Tatter insists.

“Oh–” you begin, but are interrupted again.

“I have the perfect idea!” Lusher holds up her hands in a wait motion before taking off toward the hallway, and away from you all. You and the girls stare at each other with confused expressions, whispering between each other what they think their second-in-command is doing.

When Lusher comes back a few minutes later, she has a pile of clothing in her arms. She races over to you, placing the pieces in your hands.

“You should put on a suit too!”

For what feels like the millionth time, the girls explode into excitement, all of them agreeing that they want to see what you look like in a suit and that it will elevate the impression.

“But won’t I be biased if I do an impression too?” You point out.

“Don’t worry about it, just go change.” Lusher pushes you toward a nearby bathroom, opens the door, then gives you one last gentle push inside before closing the door.

You stare at the closed door for a second before chuckling under your breath and unraveling the clothing Lusher had handed you. You strip and put them on, looking at yourself after you’re fully changed.

“Whoa.” You say, staring at yourself in the reflection of the sink’s mirror. The suit fits you extremely well – not too tight and not too baggy – and surprisingly, you look incredibly good in more traditionally masculine clothing.

You’ve worn suits before – though not that your mother or father approved – but of course the fabric of the suit you’re wearing is much more luxurious and clearly better quality.

You look like a strong, confident woman – you suppose suits do that.

A knock on the door brings you out of your stupor. “Are you done changing?” Lusher’s voice rings out.

“Yes!” You reply.

“Okay!” Lusher opens the door, looking in to get a sneak peek. And when she sees you, she gasps.

You smile, walking out of the bathroom confidently, and standing in front of all the girls with your hands in your pockets.

Immediately, the girls start screaming at the top of their lungs in shock, grabbing onto each other for support as they stare at you.

“Unnie, is that you?” Tatter says in genuine surprise.

“She looks so confident, I think I’m going to pass out.” Minah says dramatically, fanning herself.

“She wears a suit better than all of us!” Cheche exclaims.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing.” Soweon adds, her mouth wide open.

“You look good, kid.” Hyo gives you a nod of approval.

“I completely forgot she was supposed to be mimicking Bada–” Kyma comments to Chehe under her breath, her eyes widening.

“Unnie, please leave Bada for me!” Lusher whines, looking genuinely distressed. You can’t help but laugh at all the girls' positive reactions, genuinely happy that they think you look good in clothing you don’t normally wear. You open your mouth to say something when another voice cuts in.

“Why are you all screaming?” Bada’s gruff voice comes from a few feet away. She approaches the long line of Bebe girls, trying to see what all the fuss is about. “I heard you all the way from my office–” she stops mid-sentence, finally breaking through the barricade and locking onto your figure.

Like she'd been struck by lightning, she freezes, her mouth dropping, and her eyes going so wide you barely can make out any of her iris. She looks you up and down once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time.

Bada closes her mouth, then opens it, looking like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. She just stands there in shock, admiring how amazing you look in a suit.

“Look, the Boss is swooning!” Lusher points at Bada while laughing hysterically; the girls start giggling as well, all the while your fiancée stays stock still in her spot.

“Bada?” You say through a laugh. “Are you okay?”

It seems like your words finally break Bada out of her trance, and she's finally able to speak. “Yes,” she rasps, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Are you sure–” you're not able to finish your sentence because Bada suddenly finds feeling in her legs and surges forward, grabbing onto you gently and throwing you over her shoulder. “What–” you yelp in shock, your world turning upside down as your fiancée starts to walk away from her subordinates. “Bada, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want them looking at you.” She huffs with a pout, advancing toward a more secluded area. “Let me admire you in private, away from them.”

Yes, spending the day with the Bebe girls certainly turned out to be an eventful experience.

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m1ssunderstanding · 4 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 20

I literally got second-hand anxiety hearing, “How many numbers do you think you’ll have by tomorrow?”. I was like. TOMORROW? They are Not ready. The only reason the rooftop works out is because they’re the fucking Beatles. No one else would pull that out of their butts so well.

If only John could’ve listened to Glyn about Klein. smh

Classic Paul. Starts out saying “us” ends up just talking about John. “The best bit of us always has been, and always will be, is when we’re backs against the wall and we’ve been rehearsing, rehearsing, rehearsing. And he knows it’s a take on the dub. And he does it great.” It’s okay, Paul. We all know you like to get him up against a wall. No but seriously, Paul is not okay about John.

Takes every opportunity to flirt, doesn’t he?

“I can’t wait to work here, you know . . . I mean, here in our life, it’s like home.” It’s the gentleness, yeah. But it’s the focus, too. Most people (I know I would) would be so done with him and his anxiety spirals and his neuroses and over-thinking on and on and on by this point. John probably is, but he shows no sign of that fatigue at all. He is zeroed in on working him through this. He’s done it a million times before, and he’s ready to do it as many more times as Paul needs. Ugh, they make me into such a sap!

“Yeah, well that’s why I’m talking to John, not you.” If Paul can talk like that to George Martin, one of the most respected men in his life, when he’s in the middle of a thing with John, imagine how he must’ve bullied other people that tried to worm their way in.

That smile he gives George though! That’s how he got away with all his shit, isn’t it? So fucking cute.

“I agree with you, I think it’s disappointing, but all right, we only got to seven. Let’s do seven.” The tone of voice, man. So. Fucking. Gentle. No wonder Paul can't stand the projected "acerbic, tough Lennon" shit. If that was how someone treated you and took care of you? And then everyone acts like that part of them just didn't exist, and emphasizes the parts of them that they themselves hated and actively worked against? Yeah I'd be pretty pissed too.

Glyn reassuring Paul that there’s no reason they can’t come back and do a TV show later. Yeah, fifty years later.

John’s eyes constantly flicking back to Paul as George is talking . . .

George really does take so much better care of himself than the other three at this time. Pictured here, silently begging viewers like you to chip in just ninety-eight cents toward his freedom.

I actually think, though, that if Ringo had said he didn’t want to go on the roof either at that moment, that they wouldn’t have done it. I think they look to him for common sense in their decision-making, and Ringo saying he didn’t want to do it really might’ve broken the whole thing.

George’s reaction to Ringo voting for the roof VS John. It’s giving tragic heroine VS villain origin story

Honestly heartbroken at the “I love you, blue”. How many times did John just straight up say those words to Paul only for Paul to be completely unresponsive? That genuinely hurt to watch.

The tiny little looks they give each other. “Okay. We got this.”

“Fuck all that. I’m just gonna do me for a bit.” Good for you, baby.

“I had a good dream last night, you’re black or you’re white, you want equal rights.” I know some people say it’s hypocritical or preachy or whatever, but I ADORE this John. Look how fucking happy he’s making Billy right now and then talk to me about how John’s political side is meaningless. I think it’s beautiful.

I think it’s actually too embarrassing for them at this point to sing Two of Us without being insane.

“We’re all sleeping at Georgie’s tonight. Get in the mood.” Oh how I wish they actually had. I mean, maybe they did. Someone write the fic!

Oh, the “who knows, Yoko,” moment. It’s so embarrassing. The fact that there was just no response whatsoever. Yeesh.

So many nerves when I saw the camera zooming into that circled date with “Rooftop Concert” written on it. What is wrong with me?

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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;; the beginnings of our little family.

PAIRING ! lee heeseung x reader ; ft. ddongsik, hee’s unofficial son the kitten

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! basically just heeseung with cats <3

WC. ! 0.7k

A/N. ! this is for rey ( @heeracha ) <3 it’s her birthday today (so go send her lots and lots of birthday wishes !!) and this is my gift to her <333 // rey, since i can’t exactly give you a typical physical birthday present (even though i would truly love to) bc we live on opposite ends of the world, i couldn’t think of anything better than to write you a short drabble of heeseung with ddongsik as a gift to you for your bday 🫶🏻 this is gonna sound cheesy but it’s true ok i love you tons, thank you for everything, for being there for me, and for all the joy you’ve provided me in my life. this is my first time spending your birthday with you, and i hope we get to celebrate tgt for many more years to come <3 i love you sm rey, happy birthday 🥺🫶🏻

“y/n,” you turned to your boyfriend who called your name to see him sitting on the floor with sparkles in his eyes and a wide smile on his lips, holding a tiny, grey-brown kitten, “let’s adopt him.”

you two were on a date and happened to pass by an animal shelter that held a young litter of kittens. and being unable to resist just the mere thought of their cuteness, you just had to walk in and see them for yourselves.

“no, hee,” you told him. “as much as you know i would love to, no. we can’t make such an impulsive decision right now; we aren’t ready for a kitten.”

your boyfriend playfully glared at you and stuck out his lips in a dramatic pout, “how could you say that to ddongsik?”

he gently covered the kitten's ears.

you sighed, smiling as you crouched down to pet the tiny animal heeseung held carefully in his hands.

“how could you already name him?” you pouted. “it’s already hard to say no as it is. now, of course, we have to bring him home.”

heeseung looked at you with glints of happiness and hope in his eyes.

“what happened to ‘acting on impulse,’ hm?” he asked you, chuckling.

“he’s too cute,” you aw-ed. “just look at his eyes and his little nose and tiny paws and—what?”

“okay, we better get going before we both get too attached and leave here with a kitten we’re not ready for,” your boyfriend said, gently letting the kitten down before standing up and pulling you with him.

“you’re the one who said we should adopt him,” you reminded.

“how could you change your mind that fast?” he laughed. “and did you already forget that you were the one who said we weren’t ready for a kitten yet?”

you sighed with a pout, eyes travelling back to the kitten that was now sitting by your feet, letting out the tiniest meows you had ever heard in your life.

“yeah, but how could we say no right in front of him,” you protested. “he’s literally begging to bring him home with us, see, with his little meows and cute, desperate eyes?”

“y/n,” heeseung sighed, looking at you adoringly. “are you serious? should we actually adopt him?”

you gave him a considering look.

“we’re really weak, aren’t we?” you voiced, a playful disappointment in your voice that didn’t help your lack of self-control as much as you thought it would.

“you make the call,” heeseung said, not wanting to be the one responsible in case this was a bad decision.

both of you were awfully tempted to bring him home and were seriously considering adopting the baby animal, and being the impulsive spender you were did not help the situation. what you did think would help was your boyfriend who would usually control you in moments like these; however, he seemed to be doing just the opposite as he only supported this decision.

so what did you two do? you bought the kitten.

when going out to spend the day with your boyfriend, never would you have thought that you would come back home with a kitten!

it was the best decision you ever made, besides saying yes to being heeseung’s girlfriend—actually, no. this was even better.

your immense love for cats had your heart bursting and doing rounds in your chest from pure joy when you and heeseung decided to bring ddongsik home. kittens over boys any day.

additionally, the kitten just brought you and heeseung even closer than you two already were.

you knew heeseung was going to be a great dad, and this was merely the taste of what you would experience with him in the future as a family with children of your own. but for now, this was enough: just you and heeseung and your little kitten, ddongsik. this was the beginning of your and heeseung’s family.

A/N. hope you guys enjoyed ^_^ and once again, happy birthday rey love u 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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cosmicoceanfic · 2 years

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“Taako,” Edward says as Taako puts his hand on the wheel. “We’ve had a little confab, and-“

“Confab?” Merle interrupts. “Isn’t that a little conference room-y?”

“Like Wolf of Wall Street?” Magnus adds. “Did you guys see Wolf of Wall Street?”

“Er, yes. A little too, a little too long for us.”

“Yeah, I kinda felt like it was just a redo of Goodfellas, too.” Merle shrugs. “Goodfellas was good enough on its own, y’know?”

“Yes, definitely, definitely not Scorsese’s best work. Taako?”

“Speaking,” Taako answers, trying not to feel the conspicuous lack of hit points too hard.

“We’ve been having ourselves a little think, and we want to make you a very special offer.”

“Yes,” Lydia chimes in. “We’ve never given this option to anyone journeying through Wonderland before, but we just can’t resist.”

“Hit me,” he answers wearily. “Maybe not literally. Cha boy is hurting.”

“We are going to allow you to opt out of the wheel and instead answer this very simple, very easy question.”

“You see, Taako, Edward and I are, mm, rather taken with your fetching umbrella there.”

Taako blinks, looking down at the Umbra Staff, dread growing in his stomach. “Okay.”

“That’s why we’re offering you the choice of a lifetime: you can take a penalty or you can give us that tasty little treasure.”

“Penalty,” Taako answers, only aware that he’s saying so halfway through the word coming out of his mouth.

“Taako,” Magnus mutters. “Taako, a penalty might kill you.”

“I don’t care, just means I get my Sunday afternoons back. I’m fine. Taako’s good out here. Penalty me.”

“Taako,” Merle says. “We’ll buy you a new umbrella. Real nice one.”

“Nope. I’m good. All good for Taako. I said it, I meant it, let’s move on. Hit me with that bad boy.”

There’s an almost disconcerting silence punctuated by Edward and Lydia muttering to each other. Taako grips the Umbra Staff in his slightly sweaty palm.

“We’re prepared to up the ante,” Edward says.

“Whatever you have, I don’t want it.”

“Are you sure? We think you might.”

A little 8 bit cartoon of a bell floats in front of them, placidly turning in a steady circle. Taako swallows.

“What,” he says, in an attempt at breezy. “Something Pac-Man could eat? No, thank you. Grossarooni.”

“If you give us the staff,” Lydia says. “We will give you the Animus Bell.”

Taako’s hands are shaking. He looks down at the handle of the Staff and is a little surprised to see he’s white knuckling it.

“No more fighting,” Edward tells him. “No more choices. Everybody’s happy.”

He thinks he’s gonna throw up. He swallows, staring at the handle.

“Taako,” Merle says. “This seems like a reeeeeeally good deal.”

Taako’s mouth works. He doesn’t know how to vocalize what he’s feeling. He doesn’t even know what it is he’s feeling at all. This is my last piece of- he thinks before the thought is unceremoniously cut off. He doesn’t know what it’s the last piece of but they can’t have it. They’re not allowed to touch it.

“Taako?” Magnus has his cautiously steady voice on, which is never a good sign. “You good?”

Taako looks up at them helplessly. Both their brows are furrowed but Magnus is looking off into the corner at something else, staring intently.

“Hey,” Merle says suddenly. “You didn’t say we could take it with us.”

“Beg pardon?” Edward asks.

“The Bell. You didn’t say we could take it with us, you just said Taako could have it. So does he get to leave with it?”

“Well-“

“I mean, kinda bogus, isn’t it? You’re asking him to give something up when really, you get to keep both things.”

“Yeah,” Magnus says, finally pulling his attention off from the corner. “Yeah, I’m with Merle. This is bullshit.”

Taako, decisively, sits down.

“Taako?” Lydia asks. “What are- what are you doing?”

“I mean, if I die in here, you can just take it off my corpse, right? No harm no foul. So why would I give it to you now? So I’m just gonna stop playing.”

“That’s not… really an option, Taako-“

“I can sit here in this room forever,” he interrupts. “And be miserable but not like, that miserable. Or I can spin that wheel, and keep going, and get even more miserable, and eventually, probably, uh, pretty soon, I’ll die, and you can have it then, what do I give a shit, I’m dead.”

“Yeah.” Magnus sits on one side of Taako. “Yeah, I’m with Taako. No easy outs.”

“I like easy outs,” Merle says, sitting on Taako’s other side. “But this doesn’t seem like it’s it, so, y’know, I’m with him, too.”

“I will say,” Taako adds. “I will be exponentially more miserable with these two thugs here with me for all eternity, just gonna be a real downer, so maybe it’s a more difficult decision for you than not.”

“Gee, thanks,” Merle grumbles. Magnus doesn’t blink.

Edward and Lydia mumble again, then fall silent.

“You still want that job opportunity?” Lydia asks.

“I mean, I think I’m good. Love your style, real Zoolander shit, but I’m gonna have to pass on that one.”

“Bummer.” She sighs softly. “Spin the wheel, Taako.”

All three of them get up and Taako approaches the wheel, feeling profoundly, inordinately grateful that the Unbra Staff, for now, remains in his hand and, a little surprisingly, grateful to the two chucklefucks standing on either side of him.

For a bizarre moment, he thinks the Staff might be a little grateful too.

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yourheartinyourmouth · 1 year

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getting real aggravated with how all the content around ADHD these days seems to be slipping back towards “ADHD makes you a fun silly Manic Pixie Dream Girl and yeah losing stuff and being late all the time is annoying but ha ha squirrel”

ADHD ruins lives. The suicide rate of ADHDers is heartbreaking. ADHD comorbid with major depression is the norm, not the exception. ADHD also comes comorbid with fun things like Binge Eating Disorder and substance abuse addictions, because our brains literally don’t make enough dopamine to function. The rate of comorbidity with autism is sky high, often compounding the issues we face and the difficulty we have in getting proper help.

People are destroyed by this disorder and how it makes adapting to neurotypical society basically impossible and the absolute wrenching agony of that reality. We all have horror stories of medical providers, teachers, bosses, parents, telling us we’re making things up, or we’re exhibiting “drug seeking behavior”, that ADHD is fake, or the bizarre notion that one just “grows out of it”. Getting assistance for things like work and school accommodations can be a nightmare, because many neurotypicals making decisions about who can access these accommodations consider ADHD to be a mild annoyance at worst, despite it being a disability recognized and covered by the Americans With Disabilities Act.

sure, it can be fun to be the MPDG ADHDer. but 9/10 times it’s nowhere near as fun as it looks, and you don’t see the pain that being a messy, frantic, cupiditous, fickle, mercurial, hypersexual, chaotic, distracted, manic-depressive bundle of hyper sensitive nerves who can’t keep track of anything or finish anything or stick anything out, pay bills on time, or basically exist as a functioning human in society, brings with it.

my ADHD isn’t cute and quirky. It’s a nightmare.

#adhd #actually adhd #life is a fucking nightmare

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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Snapshot 1: Movie Night (Bakugou)

a/n: i’ve got some scenes in my head that don’t fit anywhere or can’t be made into a long or standalone thing, so i thought why not throw them all together into a little booklet?

summary: snapshot series. a snapshot of you and bakugou watching a movie on the couch. bakugou x gn!reader.

cw: fluff, swearing, cute little roughhousing at the end. gn!reader, no pronouns used.

word count: 1,275.

You reach into the bag of chips sitting between you and Bakugou, eyes glued to the television as Jacob Black shifts into his wolf form on screen.

“Wow,” you remark, “the CGI isn’t that bad.”

Bakugou glances up, but the effects and the moment aren’t strong enough to hold his interest. “Looks like ass,” he grunts. He drops his gaze back down to his phone where he’s scrolling on his Twitter feed.

“Considering the time, the wolves look pretty cool,” you argue.

“Ass.”

“Whatever.”

You roll your eyes and eat another chip piece, returning back to the screen. Bakugou opens his camera app and sends a picture of the movie to his group chat; intensive texting follows it, most likely of him complaining.

When you realize that you are the only one eating the chips, and when you feel the aching in your back and your side, you shift positions, laying back against a pillow and the couch armrest, the bag of chips tucked against your arm. You rest your legs in his lap and feel an immediate relief in your body at the new arrangement, though you notice Bakugou’s irritated glance. He accommodates the presence and weight of your legs without complaint, though you know it’s not the position that annoys him but the distance.

“Your muscles hurt,” you say.

He narrows his eyes at his phone, fingers pausing mid-text, but he doesn’t look your way. “Are you whining that I have muscles?”

“No, I’m saying that you like to lean against me and dig your big, dumb, muscular arm into my side, asshole.”

“Fuckin’ unbelievable...” he grumbles.

“I’m just saying that you could stand to be a little more aware of your position,” you remark.

“Why don’t we make it easy?” he snorts. “I just won’t fucking touch you anymore.” He says it, but he doesn’t make any move to push your legs off. You learned early on that he is a softie: his growling and snarling is only big talk and heated air, and he’d bite only if you asked. You turn back to the screen, a smile playing on your lips.

You sit up, and you can see that he suddenly begins to shift imperceptibly, as if preparing for you to come back to his side, but you rearrange the pillow to be more comfortable against your back and lay back down. Bakugou’s jaw clenches and unclenches. You look at the screen, pretending that you’re smiling at something a character says and not laughing at him internally.

“Everyone wants to do lunch tomorrow,” Bakugou announces.

“Can’t,” you respond, bringing another chip to your lips. “We have lunch with Midoriya and Todoroki, remember? At that new, fancy Japanese-French restaurant that just opened?”

Bakugou scowls. “Cancel. Place sounds shitty anyways.”

“It’s been on the calendar for two weeks, Katsuki.”

“Push it back another two weeks.”

“No.”

“Tch.”

You nudge him playfully with your foot. “We’re literally about to see Kirishima and them for game night in two days! You’re so clingy!”

“They’re the ones fucking asking.”

“You’re the one talking about rescheduling a double date that’s been on the calendar for half a month.”

“Whatever, fine, we’ll go eat with the nerds,” he mutters.

“Katsuki, you’re making me miss the movie.” You sigh dramatically, sitting up again to grab the remote and rewind the scene, one where Bella is comparing her two love interests. You get a curious thought then, and you look back to your boyfriend, trying to decipher which species he would fall under: shapeshifter/werewolf or vampire? Decisions, decisions…

“What?” he snaps, sense your staring.

You grin, settling back down. “Yeah, you’d be one of the werewolves.”

That catches his attention. He looks up from his phone. “What?”

“I was trying to figure out if you’d be a werewolf or a vampire if you were in the Twilight world,” you explain, “and you’d definitely be one of the werewolves.”

He looks offended, his brows scrunching and his scowl deepening in that way that makes him look like he takes the world too seriously (in that way that makes you laugh with your entire chest).

“I’m not a fucking dog,” he says.

“They’re wolves,” you correct. You throw a chip at him—it misses wildly and lands on the floor on the other side of the couch.

“You’re picking that shit up later,” Bakugou remarks, but you both know that he’ll do it for you.

You continue with your thoughts; a habit that you’ve developed during your relationship is grabbing onto threads of annoyances and pulling until you get a reaction, and you think this thread in particular is a good one.

“Okay, so I think you’re way too freakin’ hot-headed to be a vampire—”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything? And I’m not fucking—”

“—And the wolves have to, like, strip, or their clothes rip when they transform, which is funny because you just love walking around butt-ass naked with the blinds up for all the neighbors to see—”

“Neighbors shouldn’t be looking into other people’s windows anyways, nosy ass extras.”

“—Plus, I would argue that, sometimes, you know, your bitching sounds a lot like barking, or howling, or—”

“What the fuck did you just—”

“—And the Twilight vampires are pretty, and elegant, and suave, and you’re”—you make pointed eye contact with him—“you.”

A few seconds go by while you withhold a grin, waiting for his reaction. Rather than yell, though, he is calm—much calmer than you expect him to be. He sets his phone down on the coffee table and holds his hand out to you.

You reach out to grasp his hand, but he immediately smacks it away.

“The chip bag, idiot,” he retorts. “Give it to me.”

“I’m still eating them.”

“Give it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but give him the bag of chips. He takes it gently, sets it down on the floor with slow and smooth movements. What is he up to, you think suspiciously, and while you try to figure out his angle, he takes advantage of that moment and his speed to suddenly jump on top of you without warning, faster than your eyes can follow. His hands are immediately at your sides, tickling you, making you writhe and squirm and shout.

“So you think I’m a fuckin’ dog, huh, [Name]? You think I’m an ugly, stupid-ass, dumb mutt?”

“Wait,” you gasped in between laughter, “I literally didn’t say any of that!”

“I know what you were fuckin’ tryin’ to say!”

Bakugou grabs your wrists and pins them down against the couch cushion, a smug smirk on his face. These fights always end the same way, even as you use every wily trick you know—using your legs to keep your bodies separated, twisting your hands to force his grip to open—but, in the end, Bakugou always ends up on top, snug between your legs as he uses his strength and weight to keep you trapped beneath him.

When he finally has you where he wants—your feeble struggling doing nothing for either of you—he buries his face into your neck to playfully bite at the sensitive spot that meets your shoulder. You scream and laugh, stammering out apologies to try and appease him, but he tightly holds both your wrists in one large hand; the other snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer. Bakugou attempts a terrible impression of Count Dracula against your skin, and your burst of bright laughter grows louder, overtaking the soundtrack of the movie as he pretends to feast on your neck.

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callsignspark · 1 year

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Mar[r]y Me | part one

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 2.0k

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note: happy Friday! I'm so excited to share the first part of Bradley and Mary's story! a very special thanks to @gretagerwigsmuse for yelling in the DMs with me over this. Jordan without you the Bradley brain rot would not have taken over, and we wouldn't be here. after you read this, everyone go read about her version of Bradley and Smart Aleck; they are everything.

part one - indecision cookies

“C’mon, M&M! You’re not deciding on purpose! Just to be annoying!”

She knows he’s teasing; they’ve been friends for over a decade. That doesn’t stop the hurt from bubbling in her stomach or keep her from snapping at him. “Yeah, Reuben! That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m purposefully going down to the wire on a decision that will change everything in my life just so I can piss you off!”

Guilt settles in her chest the second she finishes. It’s not his fault she can’t make a choice. “I’m sor-”

“No. Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have made the joke. I know this is stressing you out.” She can hear him pacing through his house. As long as she’d known him, he had walked at the same volume as an elephant. “I know it’s a big change, and there’s a lot of things to consider, but what’s going on?”

“Nothing. I made indecision cookies. So you know… I’m basically there.”

“Wow, okay, never once have you been close to making a choice and made those. So, that literally does nothing except give you delicious cookies to eat. Which is great, but it’s already been a month, and I can’t even tell which way you’re leaning.”

It’s only been twenty-one days. Her brain interjects, but she doesn’t voice the thought, knowing her best friend won’t appreciate the correction.

It’s been twenty-five days since she flew from Pensacola to San Diego. Twenty-four days since she spent the evening with Danielle, Reuben, and his teammates. Twenty-three days since she interviewed for a new position. Twenty-two since she was offered the job, one that came with a big salary increase, better benefits, a higher security clearance requirement, and a thirty-day decision deadline. Twenty-one days since she returned home, a serious case of imposter syndrome setting in, mixing with her anxiety.

“I haven’t decided because I can’t figure out the right answer. It’s a great opportunity, and I know I’d enjoy the work, but it’s such a huge change, and frankly, I don’t know if it’s worth moving across the country. I like what I do now, I’m settled here, and I’m finally starting to make real friends instead of just having acquaintances from work. It’s taken-” A crash interrupts her. “Reuben! What was that?! Are you okay?”

“I tripped over Boo-Boo and almost took out the side table. Stupid ass cat.” She can hear him fighting with the fat, orange tabby under his breath. “I’m fine. Keep going; we’re listening.”

“You were probably in his way!”

“Stop defending the cat! He can’t hear you, and he was in the wrong! And stop deflecting. You were saying it’s taken…”

“It’s taken me four years to get comfortable, to this point where I’m not spending all my free time alone in my apartment. I move, and I have to start all over again. With everything. The search for where to live. Getting comfortable with the job. Making friends.”

“You have plenty of friends out here already!”

“You and Danielle don’t count; we’ve known each other since freshman year.” Her voice is flat, already knowing where his argument is going.

“Okay, fine! You’re friends with Mickey. And you liked Natasha and Bob! Plus, there’s Rooster and the rest of the Dagger Squad!”

“Reuben, knowing your team’s callsigns and spending a few hours drinking with them when I was out there doesn’t mean I actually know them or that we’re friends.”

“Yeah, true, but they’re good people, and you’ll get along with all of them. And you’ll make friends of your own! What I’m saying is that you’re not starting over with friends; you’ve got a foundation to build on, so that’s one less thing to worry about.”

“Okay, well, I’m also thirty-three and not getting any younger. I’d like to have a family one day; I want a husband, a few kids, and maybe a dog. That dream gets harder to achieve if I have to start over again.”

“Is this because of your parents?” Danielle’s voice is a surprise.

“Damn it, Fitch! Have you had me on speakerphone this whole time?!”

“I told you we were listening!”

“I thought you meant the damn cat!”

“Why would I mean the cat?”

“Because you’re an idiot-”

“As fun as it is to listen to the two of you argue.” Danielle’s scolding cuts them off before it can devolve into a repeat of The Incident of 2013. “Let’s get back to my question. Is this indecision because of your parents?”

“No! Why would you even think that?”

“For starters, you’ve never mentioned kids before!”

Danielle smooths over her husband’s indignant statement. “We know it’s something your parents harp on you about.”

The understatement of the decade.

Mary’s family is a large group of stereotypical Italian immigrant Catholics from New York. Thirty-one people on her father’s side came from Sicily through Ellis Island in the late nineteenth century and settled in East Harlem. The men worked municipal projects, performing back-breaking labor to build bridges and dig subway tunnels, while the women suffered through the dangerous working conditions of the Manhattan garment factories. The family worked hard, the entire brood saving money to open a bakery just like they had back home. Vertucci’s Bakery – named for the family – opened in 1925 and was an instant success; people waited in lines that went out the door to get a taste of the old country. As the family grew, so did the bakery; everyone working to churn out bread, cakes, and pastries as fast as possible. Eventually, they outgrew the first shop, moving to a bigger location in Brooklyn the same year Mary’s father was born.

The other side of her family, the Romanos, immigrated just before World War II. Settling in Carroll Gardens, Mary’s great-grandfather was a dock worker at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, while her great-grandmother took care of the children and worked as a seamstress out of their apartment. Through the generations and the gentrification, the family stayed in Brooklyn, enjoying the strong Italian community.

Carlo and Lisa met on a busy Saturday morning when he was working Vertucci’s front counter. They fell in love quickly and were married just over a year later. Four boys in the four years after they were married, with Mariella “Mary” Vertucci following several years after the twins. She was a happy mistake. Wording that never failed to make her feel like she was two inches tall.

Despite being the youngest by ten years, as the only daughter Mary was subject to the most guilt trips and punishments growing up, her brothers seemingly unable to do no wrong in the eyes of the rest of the family.

When she was little, she didn’t eat enough food, and the women of her family criticized her for being too skinny. Then with puberty, she gained weight, and suddenly she was eating too much food. The yelling she had to endure when she went away to school - the first one in her family to do so - practically shattered the windows in her parent’s living room. Her mother was exceptionally upset because she had found a nice Italian boy for Mary to date, one who didn’t care that she was chubby. Constant complaints about distance when she moved to Missouri after graduation to work for Boeing, where she learned the ins and outs of all the mechanical systems of the Navy’s top fighter jets and worked on maintenance procedures to keep them running. The knock-down-drag-out screaming matches when she announced that she was being transferred to Florida to act as a senior engineering liaison between the company and the Navy, not once receiving any congratulations for her impressively quick advancement.

Not to mention all the subtle implications that she was a bad daughter for not producing grandchildren yet. Despite all of her brothers being married and having provided numerous grandchildren.

“I love kids, I’ve always wanted them, but given my luck with relationships, they’ve always kinda been a pipe dream. And I barely talk to my family anymore, my parents, least of all, no one knows I’m up for a new job. Only a few people here even know I went to California, and they all think I just went for a long weekend to visit some old friends.”

“If you take the job, when are you gonna tell them you’re moving to California?”

She snorts, “I’ll just call Danny’s wife as I’m about to get on the plane, and she’ll do all the work. By the time I touch down in San Diego, the entire Vertucci network will be informed of the address change.”

“You’d do that to your favorite brother?”

Danny is her favorite by default. Being the oldest meant he usually could be counted on to stop the other three from being too brutal in their taunts, but he also joined the teasing as much as he stopped it.

“He left my name off the Mother’s Day bouquet last year; this’ll make us even.”

“You didn’t chip in for flowers?” Reuben sounds shocked, knowing the importance of Mother’s Day flowers in the Vertucci family.

“No, I did. I covered Michael’s portion, too; that’s when Mia was going through treatment. He forgot to put my name on the card.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, surprised me too. Especially when I got a call at the ass crack of dawn the next day, asking why I was ignoring the woman who gave me life on the most important day of the year.”

“Not to interrupt this venting session, but we still haven’t gotten to why you’re holding back on making a decision.” Danielle interrupts.

Mary hesitates, embarrassed to tell her closest friends about the problem. “I just keep thinking about the worst things that could happen. Which I know is stupid, and it’s just making my anxiety act up even more, but I can’t stop thinking about what could go wrong.”

“Well, that’s obviously not working, so what about the best things that could happen? I can kick Reuben out if you want. He doesn’t need to know everything.”

“Hey! She’s my best friend, too! And I’ve known her longer than you!”

“Only by six months! And you wouldn’t have become friends if she hadn’t taken pity on you and forced you to be her lab partner.”

“Let's see, good things… good things.” She interrupts the argument over who is her bestest friend. “Well, I could live near both my best friends for the first time since college. I could live in the same town as my goddaughter for the first time in her life. I could end up loving the job - not just tolerating it - and work there until I retire. The time difference could be good. I might be able to have a better relationship with my family if there’s extra distance between us. I could…”

She trails off, simultaneously feeling silly about what her next sentence would be and also afraid saying it out loud would jinx it.

“You could?” Danielle gently prods.

I could fall in love. I could be happy.

Her answer is just above a whisper, “I could be happy.”

Reuben gently breaks the silence that follows her vulnerable wish. “Are you not happy now?”

“I’m content. Which is good, but it’s not the same as being happy.”

“What do you think it would take for you to be happy?”

“I really don’t know… Force myself to make some changes? Shake things up?”

“Shit, I hear Annabeth waking up from her nap, but - and I’m sure you’ve already had this thought - but if you think shaking things up could help, I think you have the answer about the job.” Crying crackles over the baby monitor. “Okay, I’m gone. Love you - text me later!”

“Love you too, Dani!”

“So… what are you thinking?”

“How would you feel about turning the office into an official guest room while I find a place to live?”

“As long as you join the diaper-changing rotation, I think we could swing that.”

“Deal.”

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ejzah · 3 months

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The Other Shoe, Part 16

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“Now what do we think we’re doing here?” Deeks asked the bean plant he was trying to untangle from an over enthusiastic cucumber vine. “Come on, that’s just not polite.”

“Should I be worried that you’re talking to the produce?”

Deeks looked over his shoulder, smiling as Sam approached. It reminded him of not so long ago when Sam had come, with his lifesaving offer.

“Only if they start talking back,” Deeks replied. He tossed his gardening gloves to the side. “Can I interest you in a cheeky cucumber or some slightly mature wax beans?”

“Maybe later,” Sam said wryly. “Looks like everything’s flourishing.”

“Yeah, it got a little out of hand while I was convalescing.” He gave Sam a once over. They’d gotten together a few times since Deeks’ release from the hospital, but they’d both been surprisingly between follow up appointments, therapy (for Deeks), and catching up on everything that went to the wayside in the last month. “You look good, man.”

“You too.” Holding out an arm, Sam tugged Deeks in for a firm hug. E squeezed Deeks extra hard once, then stepped back with an approving nod. “Good to see you with some meat back on your bones and some color in your skin. You been back out on the water yet?”

“Just to wade. I got a couple more weeks before I can fully submerge this thing.” Deeks pointed towards his scar and shrugged regretfully. “I can’t wait.”

“You’ll get there,” Sam assured him. “Though if you get eaten by a shark and waste my good kidney, I will kill you.”

“I’ll be careful. What about you? Did you have a good trip with Kam and Aiden?”

“I did. Though Kam spent the entire time worrying over me. Wouldn’t let me cook or clean a thing.”

“Sounds familiar,” Deeks said with a soft grin, gesturing for Sam to follow him into the house. “They’re just glad we’re ok.”

“I know. And I’m grateful, but in terms of recoveries, this one is way down on the list. I didn’t nearly bleed out, wasn’t poisoned or shot,” Sam made a face as he listed off previous injuries.

“You didn’t tell Kam that, did you?” Deeks imagined the youngest Hanna would show just how terrifying she could be if pushed.

“Oh hell no. She’d never let me out of her sight again.”

“Sounds about right. So, when do you go back to the office?” Deeks asked. He grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with iced tea from the fridge, handing one to Sam.

“A couple more weeks. Kilbride is making me take the full medical leave before he’ll discuss anything with me,” Sam explained. “I’ve had some offers from other agencies. I’m gonna see what all my options are before I make any decisions.”

A frisson of guilt ran through Deeks at the reminder that Sam had essentially given up his career for him. He pushed it down, knowing that Sam had know interest in apologies or pity.

“I think I’d like to do something involving teaching. Maybe I’ll look into becoming an adjunct law professor. Or maybe they’ll let me back into FLETC,” Deeks said.

“Either one would be lucky to have you,” Sam told him, then offered a teasing smirk. “Though I’m not sure some of us are brave enough to take on any recruits you’d train. The legal debates alone would be ridiculous.”

“Oh, for sure. It would be a requirement.” Chuckling along with Sam, Deeks traced a bead of condensation sliding down the side of his glass. . “I know you keep saying it’s not necessary, but I appreciate everything you’ve given up for me,” he said. “You’ve literally given me a second change at life.”

Sam accepted the words with a nod and a gentle smile.

“That’s what brothers do for each other.”

“To brothers,” Deeks echoed, holding up his half-empty glass. Sam clinked their glasses together.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #sam hanna #pretty much fluff at this point #the other shoe #sick fic #part 16 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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andyling · 1 year

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Heyyyyy so session 5 sure was a time SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

BOOGEYMAN 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO WITH TANGO OF THE TEK

Team Ties really woke up and chose violence this session

were they even trying to kill anyone? i think they just wanted chaos

TANGO BOOGEY TWICE IN A ROW HELL YEAH LET’S GO

TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS

soooo Team Bites hmmm, let’s see how long that lasts

Skizz I’m sorry, but Bdubs betrayed y’all before in Last Life and he sure as hell will do it again

EVERYONE STEALS THE MEAN GILLS’ SUGARCANE LMAO

I think the whole reason Team Ties blew up the bread bridge was because they had too much TNT and all of them are obsessed with blowing shit up

Like they didn’t go for anyone’s actual bases, they weren’t trying to destroy resources, and they weren’t trying to kill anyone

motherfuckers just wanted to make things go boom

AND I AM IN FULL SUPPORT OF THAT WOO GO TEAM TIES

Tango’s toaster PSA caught me so off guard WHO GAVE HIM THAT IDEA?!?!? WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?!?!?

the fact that Tango had already accepted that their tower was gonna get destroyed, mans may be insane but he’s fair that’s for sure

awwwwww them chanting MVP to Etho is so sweet

tango’s the server resident professional warden wrangler now

good to know Tango still remembers every person that’s wronged him

TANGO FINALLY GOT REVENGE ON BDUBS FOR LAST LIFE HAHAHAHA WOOOOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!! >:D

also Tango getting an effective trap out of tnt minecarts is character development, good for him! :D

soooo does Tango have the most time out of everyone on the server now?

team bites did not last long askdghajsghkjadkdsak

Nosy Neighbors and Team Ties becoming allies is not something I expected to happen, but it is very welcomed

Team Ties are actually pretty great to have as allies as long as you don’t spite them, then honey you got a big storm coming

THE SATISFACTION I FELT WHEN TANGO BROUGHT UP LAST LIFE TO BDUBS IS IMMESURABLE HELL YEAH BABY REVENGE IS SWEET

Jimmy “sad boi” Solidarity everyone

Love how Jimmy spends most of Limited Life acting as though he’s in a Let’s Play series

mans is in the middle of a death game and he’s like “Alright gang, today we’re getting sheep!”

gotta love how the title for “most antagonistic team on the server” keeps bouncing between the Bad Bois and Team Ties

Flower Husbands and their never-ending divorce

bye bye bad bois bread bridge

why is Joel specifically blaming Tango akjfjhdkasghkadjs

it’s hilarious how they’re all questioning why Team Ties blew up the bread bridge when the actual answer is probably “they like blowing things up”

no thoughts, head empty, just boom boom

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT GRIAN’S ALLIANCE WITH SKIZZ THAT SEEMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE IMPORTANT IS IT STILL INTACT???

BRUH JIMMY IS SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THAT FROG DO YOU HEAR HIS VOICE GODDAMN

awwww judge judy and executioner jumped to Jimmy that’s cute

PEARL NO

poor judge judy and executioner :(

Grian is so appalled at the carrot cake oh my gosh

GRIAN CALLING THE FROG CONFLICT A SIDE PLOT, THAT’S CANON

dude Grian is so done with everything

the Bad Bois and the Clockers are family now, this family tree is wack

Scar you can’t call them Boomers when Bdubs was literally on a team called the Boomers on Hermitcraft with Impulse and Tango

AMAZING HOW THE BAD BOIS WENT INTO THE TIES BASE AND JOEL AND JIMMY HAD NO IDEA WHY

this is why we all think Grian’s gonna betray them

GRIAN’S SHEER PANIC WHEN GETTING ATTACKED BY THE ENDERMAN MY MAN WAS LOSING HIS MIND

everyone is so nonchalant about reds this season

Zombiecleo watches her children make poor decisions for 40 minutes

Cleo packing snacks for Bdubs and Scar and then sending them to be supervised elsewhere is so funny

sending them to Etho was probably not a great idea though considering Team Ties need supervision themselves

they don’t have any which is why they’re constantly going off the rails

LMAO CLEO OVERHEARD TEAM BITES ENTIRE CONVERSATION

I LOVE THE SUBTITLES THAT CLEO PUTS IN HER VIDEOS THEY’RE SO FUNNY

ooooooooh Bdubs is in troubleeeeee

it really does feel like he’s being scolded by his mother LMAO

Scar really decided to make up a whole ass holiday and not tell anyone else on the server except for his family and only to give them presents

BDUBS WHAT DO YOU MEAN ETHO STARTED SMOKING HELLO???

love how aware Cleo is of whatever the fuck is going on with Bdubs and Etho throughout the life series

THE ENDERMAN ARE REALLY GOING OFF THIS SESSION

honestly i think Cleo dislikes Team Ties because of Etho and Etho specifically, like she seems pretty chill with Tango

“if you’re gonna be an absent father could you at least be absent” GOES SO HARD HOLY SHIT CLEO GO OFF QUEEN

Bdubs is so close to being disowned by his family

CLEO AND SCAR KNOWING FULLY WELL THAT BDUBS IS ABOUT TO BE BOOGEY KILLED AND SAYING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HIM

whelp Team Bites is dead

THE AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER OH MY FUCKING GOD

“Bdubs, how was your day?” Etho asks fully aware that his teammate blew Bdubs up because of Boogey and a two season long grudge

“This episode is weirder than the one with the fever” IT REALLY IS

ETHO DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH WHEN BDUBS PLACED THAT TNT DOWN MANS JUST CARRYING ON AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED

“wth is this dynamic?” YOU TELL ME CLEO YOU’RE THE ONE PLAYING INTO IT DON’T ACT LIKE YOU AREN’T

mom and dad are fighting

WHY ARE THEY PLAYING CATCH WITH A TNT MINECART WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM

“sometimes children only learn the hard way” THEY NEVER LEARN

i don’t even think Etho was trying to kill them, all of them are just insane

this is the reason that skizzle didn’t go red first, THIS IS THE REASON

Etho is definitely losing the custody battle

CLEO’S PANIC UPON HEARING SCAR’S ABOUT TO GO RED

i’m getting flashbacks with “the red army rises” goddammit

what the fuck is wrong with Skizz

In conclusion, next session is gonna be WILD

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prefacing this with I haven’t actually seen genloss I’ve just seen a lil bit of the scene around this shot + kept up with plot stuff via the dash but!

this shot is so!!!! i love it so much. apart from the fact it’s just beautifully lit there’s so many interesting things happening here

1) the camera moving from ranboo to charlie

at first - as much as I appreciated how cool the movement looked - I thought it was a little unnecessary to not just start on charlie since we don’t really linger on ranboo enough to get much reaction. and then I watched again and picked up on the music change and NVMM big fan of this decision. like the kind of rushing effect as the camera moves and all the focus draws close to charlie

it’s a fun sort of SFX for the camera while also really indicating something i can’t put into words without speculating about things I don’t know.. (if ur curious my guess is that the focus has mostly been on ranboo so this kind of a focus switch. taking us into charlie’s perspective briefly instead of ranboo’s)

AND THEN in the same shot (!!) the music changes to that soft piano…. fucking beautiful honestly. I just don’t think it’d have the same effect as a static shot focusing on charlie from the start. like the music transitioning with a cut to a diff shot just wouldn’t have the same effect

2) this is a low angle!!! (!!) generally low angles are supposed to be empowering to the character framed in them! it makes them look bigger/taller/more intimidating/etc. charlie very much does not have any power here and it shows clearly on his face (excellent acting btw - I could kind of piece together what was happening here even without an explanation and that is purely bc of this angle + his expression)

to me: this angle is a sense of false security. he’s a victim of what’s happening, he’s having his worldview questioned and he’s seeing the evidence that what he thought was true actually isn’t. you’d almost consider this a high angle moment - making him look small/vulnerable. but! Ranboo and Charlie should be getting Out. instead they slow down to look at this set. Charlie’s so engrossed in what he’s seeing that for a second he forgets that he’s potentially in active danger. Which is a mistake since he. literally dies only like 10 seconds later

but yeah. generally low angles are supposed to give power to the person they’re framing/making taller. but this one combined with charlie’s expression and what happens next is so fun bc it subverts all that in a really effective way. for a second: charlie is powerful enough to investigate and question and try to get answers. but he isn’t really. it’s just a false sense of security/bravado that he wasn’t even aware of and it arguably leads to his death

3) tbh I just really like centre shots like this! on an analysis level: it’s giving him the spotlight. likewise with the rushing effect: we’re focused on charlie now etc etc (I haven’t watched enough to analyse the centring shots properly)

#tw unreality #<-just to be safe #generation loss spoilers

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Invisible strings (3/4)

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Going to pretend its not months after the summer bingo ended...

Prompt fill: Submissive Peter wordcount ~1,800 warnings - mentions of nsfw, mutual pining, butt plug mention

“Did you talk to him?” Ned asked as soon as they found themselves a quiet corner.

“Well… not exactly,” Peter mumbled.

“You chickened out again, didn’t you?” MJ asked, glaring at him witheringly.

“Like you’d do any better,” Peter defended. “It’s not as easy as you make it seem. It always starts well, but then I look into his eyes and I just… anyway, I did talk to him. Kinda.”

“Did you use our suggestion?” At Peter’s nod, MJ continued. “I thought you were going to use that as a starting point?”

“I was going to. Or I meant to. But I was kinda overwhelmed at the time and he was so sweet, and hot, and he probably only went along with it cause its my birthday and he’s selfless like that–”

“Wait,” Ned interrupted, grabbing Peter’s upper arms. “You mean you actually did it? You didn’t just talk about it?!”

“Yeah…”

“Oh my God. So right now?” Ned exclaimed, voice rising in excitement. “You have Iron Man’s cum inside you, right now? Oh my God.”

Peter clamped his hand over Ned’s mouth before he could get any louder. Glancing over his shoulder he was glad to note no one had turned to look at the three of them packed into a quiet corner of his party. It had been hard to find privacy in such a large crowd. Not helped by the fact that he’d kept unintentionally drifting towards Tony throughout the party. The heavy, full feeling of the plug not allowing him to forget about his dom. Or well, his acting dom since the man didn’t want it to be a permanent thing – despite what his friends might say.

“Way to go, Parker,” MJ smirked. “I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you. Literally.”

Rolling his eyes, he huffed a laugh before slowly removing his hand from Ned’s face at his best friend’s silent request.

“You two are the worst,” he mumbled, wiping his hand on his trousers.

“Whatever,” Ned huffed. “So… if you’ve done it, why didn’t you talk to him?”

“Because you didn’t see his face when I asked. He looked like I was asking him to destroy his suits or something. I could tell it wasn’t exactly an easy decision for him. I guess, I mean, I don’t think he actually wants to be with me.”

“I don’t think he would’ve been helping you this long if he didn’t want to, surely?” Ned asked.

“I’m not sure...” Peter sighed. “Outside of our scenes and stuff he acts like nothing has changed. Like I’m still just one of the guys. If anything, he’s grown more distant when we’re in the lab or out in the field. He’s just doing his job to keep me safe.”

“Who’s keeping you safe?” a new voice asked, causing Peter to jump in surprise – unintentionally clenching around the plug in his ass forcing him to supress a moan.

He couldn’t, however, contain a groan as Johnny Storm of all people casually draped an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Schmoozing like the older hero was known to do. He could be as infuriating as Deadpool when he wanted to be.

“None of your business, Johnny,” Peter dismissed.

“C'mon don’t be like that, subby Spidey.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, asshole.”

Peter shoved the dom’s arm off him, not that it did much other than cause Johnny to start laughing as he rearranged himself by his side, a hand stroking his cheek before dropping it at Peter’s continued glare.

“Sorry. I just can’t help myself when you blush so pretty when I say it.”

“Ugh, you two should get a room,” MJ drawled.

“No, we should definitely not,” Peter rebutted.

“Oh? Don’t think about it or anything, Pete. You wound my ego.”

“Good.”

“It’s okay though, I won’t take it personally. I was hoping I’d get to meet your mysterious new dom tonight. Where are you hiding them?”

“I already told you, I don’t have a dom,” Peter hissed.

It was a conversation he’d had countless times with Johnny before. It had been hard to ignore when there had been such a difference in his behaviour seemingly overnight. It made sense that Johnny had been curious. He could understand his initial curiosity. What he couldn’t understand was the fact he wouldn’t just leave it alone.

“See, you say that. But we both know you’ve been seeing someone. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Johnny said, looking genuinely happy for Peter. “I’m glad you found someone, I was worried when you had to take your leave of absence.”

“Shut up. I was away for less than a week.”

“And your absence was sorely missed,” Johnny replied solemnly.

“You two are ridiculous,” MJ groaned.

“Uh...Peter?” Ned whispered, slapping Peter’s arm to get his attention. “Tony Stark is coming this way.”

Peter barely had a chance to process what Ned had said before Tony joined their makeshift circle, having seemingly appeared out of thin air, slotting himself seamlessly between Peter and Ned, his eyes focussing on Johnny.

“We pack out the whole room with tables, chairs, food and games and you choose the one corner with nothing going on.” Tony shifted his attention to the circle at large. “Is it that bad?”

“No, Mr. Stark. Iron Man, sir. The party is amazing,” Ned stammered. Even after all this time he still turned into a blushing fan boy around the man. “We just–"

Ned was cut off when MJ jammed her elbow into his side. Tony eyed them curiously, but turned a quizzical eye to Peter.

“Is it too much?”

“N-no,” Peter reassured. “The party is great, we just wanted to chat, y'know?”

“Sure.” Tony nodded, attention drawn back to Johnny by Peter’s side. “Storm, didn’t expect you to show.”

“Y'know me, Stark. Never one to miss a party, especially one for my favourite sub.” Johnny punctuated his comment with a wink in Peter’s direction.

Tony tensed his jaw while Peter smacked Johnny’s arm. Trust Johnny to make fun of him right in front of the man he was trying to impress.

“I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” Tony answered, his press smile plastered on his face.

“Of course.” Johnny stepped forward to wrap his arm once again around Peter, much to Peter’s visible annoyance. “We’re patrol buddies.”

Shrugging off the unwanted arm, Peter stepped closer to Tony.

“We’re acquaintances at best,” Peter muttered.

“Again, with the insults,” Johnny whined, hands dramatically clasping over his heart. “My poor heart can’t take much more, sweetheart.”

“Ignore him,” Peter told Tony. “Are you okay? Did you need me for something?”

Tony eyed him carefully for a moment, before seeming to gather himself.

“I just wanted to give you a ten minute warning for your cake. Didn’t want you missing it cause you were running to the little boys room,” Tony smirked, although his eyes remained tense.

Peter’s blush was not helped by the sniggering of his friends behind him. Before he could compose himself enough for a response Tony was walking away.

“I guess we should go rejoin the party,” Ned suggested once he’d finished laughing.

“Suppose so,” Peter muttered, eyes scanning the crowd behind him for where Tony had run off to.

“Is no one going to mention how weird that was?” Johnny asked, raising his eyebrows.

“What was weird?” Peter asked in response, turning to face him in confusion.

“That whole interaction,” Johnny said, gesturing to the space Tony had previously filled. “It was almost like…Oh my God.”

Johnny stopped talking to grab both of Peter’s shoulders, examining him like it was the first time seeing him.

“That’s the dom you’ve been seeing?” Peter tried to sputter a response, but Johnny just continued talking. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Tony Stark? Jeez, man. No wonder he was so touchy when I was talking.”

“We’re not dating,” Peter mumbled.

“Yet,” Ned unhelpfully added. “We’re still working on that part.”

“Ned!”

“You can’t deny it, loser.” MJ turned her attention to Johnny. “You saw it too then?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Stark look jealous before, but hell, there’s a first time for everything.”

“He’s not jealous. He’s just helping me out,” Peter defended. “He’s a friend.”

“Please,” MJ scoffed. “He’s went so far beyond a friend, its not even in the same ballpark anymore.”

“So why haven’t you told him how you feel?” Johnny asked.

“How do you know I’ve not?”

“Because if you had, you’d already be dating.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Pretty sure he’s right, Peter.” Ned at least looked bashful under Peter’s returning glare. “Our last plan didn’t work, so we’re working on another one.”

“What was the last one?”

“Well, Peter asked Mr. Stark to fu–“

“Ned!” Peter exclaimed, once again shoving a hand over his mouth. “We are not telling Johnny about that.”

“Ooh, now I’m really curious. Was it kinky? I bet it was something kinky.”

“All you need to know, is that it didn’t work. I tried to talk to him, he agreed looking extremely conflicted and that was that. He wouldn’t be encouraging me to find someone else if he actually wanted me.”

“Oh, yes. Cause that doesn’t sound like something a completely self-sacrificial idiot would do if he thought it would keep the other person happy.” MJ deadpanned.

“MJ–“

“I’ve got an idea,” Johnny interrupted. “D’you trust me?”

Peter couldn’t help his smirk as he responded, “About as far as I can throw you.”

“I would say ouch, but last week you sent me flying almost an entire block, so I’ll take it. After the cake, just follow my lead. I promise it will help.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’d bet on it! Hell, if it doesn’t work, I swear I’ll never call you subby spidey again in my life.”

Johnny stood with one hand over his heart and his other hand holding up three fingers, a picture-perfect boy scout if not for the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“And if it does somehow miraculously work?”

“Then this year, during Spider-Man’s regular Halloween patrol, you’ll dress up as the Human Torch.”

Chuckling at the imagery, he looked to his friends who were both nodding and telling him to give it a go.

He had to agree that he wanted to at least give it a try. He didn’t have high hopes, but any hope at all was surely better than none. The plug inside him was a constant reminder of everything he could potentially have if their plan worked. A hope he desperately didn’t want to let go off.

“Fine,” he relented. “But you have to tell us the plan first.”

#starker #fanfic #dom tony stark #sub peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #sfsummerbingo23 #ned & MJ are trying to be supportive #jealous Tony #Johnny storm makes an appearance #I really needed someone to be a catalyst so apologies if he's OOC

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hey! i’m the anon that once asked you about ur english a level if you even care to remember lmaoo. I JUST SAW THE REBLOGGED POST WHERE ANOTHER READER SAID THEY HATED SATORU FROM IW AND I’M???

obviously everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. i think that’s the point of reading anything tbh, form your own opinions and decide whether you like something/someone or not, bUT I LITERALLY CANNOT HELP BUT DISAGREE SO STRONGLY 😭 i’ve literally never felt this strongly about a person’s opinion on a fictional character let alone how the fictional character was written in a FANFIC 😀

and obviously, no hate to them or whatever. as i said, their opinion is theirs, i just randomly felt the need to tell you mine (ik you never asked, i’m bored and my student finance situation is pissing me off so here i am lol). i think the reason why i feel so offended (jokingly haha) about any hate towards satoru in ur fic is bcz you’ve written him identical to how satoru in the actual anime/manga is, so i felt like it was a well aimed punch to canon!satoru and as his certified wife, i can’t stand by and watch this happen 😟

he makes dumb decisions sometimes but i think that has a lot to do with the fact that hebi is quite literally his oldest friend and allowing whatever feelings he has to get in the way of that (without knowing whether she likes him or not from his pov) is risky in terms of their friendship and where that’ll take them. like in the chapter where they had their first kiss, ofc, we as readers know why she backed off and what she meant by how she couldn’t “do this anymore” (or something along those lines), but he was never aware of her NON-PLATONIC feelings towards him, so i think (i say think bcz i’m the reader and you’re the author so what you say GOES) he was just confused by what she meant.

like if i were to randomly start telling you a story of my life with no context, and you hear me say names of my friends somewhere along that story, but i never TOLD you they were my friends, you’d think “oh who’s that?” until i clarified who they are to me. quite like how he was probably confused when she was explaining how she couldn’t allow herself to indulge in something that she thought wasn’t reciprocated. he had no context and was therefore just… stupid lmao 😭 he was criticising her for leaving even tho she promised to stay bcz he just didn’t understand (not saying it’s hebi’s fault in ANY way, she is MOTHER, i will defend her till the day i die).

yeah i have a lot of other reasons why satoru is not a bad person in ur fic (he’s literally a copy of himself in canon, kudos to ur BRILLIANT writing and characterisation of him) but ik you’re probably bored and i have to go turn the house heating on bcz uk weather is no joke 😀

Hello!!

This is so so funny and lovely to hear—I’ve heard so much variety in opinions on Gojo in my fic, mainly through the comments, and so it’s so lovely when people genuinely take a proper big opinion on either side of the ‘debate’. I fully get why people would be anti-Gojo just because we’re so invested in Hebi’s perspective and when she’s treated poorly/feeling shit, it does reflect poorly on him. I think that’s why I found it fun to write the Satoru-pov oneshots; IW is such a case of ‘unreliable narrator’-ism in a way that’s not always immediately evident, and so taking yourself out of Hebi’s perspective and immersing yourself in someone else’s can really help to get a more well-rounded view of all the characters, I guess.

But yeah, I’m glad you think IW Gojo is similar to canon Gojo! I used to struggle so much with his characterisation with him as a kid, which was I think partly because he was a child and that’s difficult anyway, but also because IW was one of the first things I’d written in… like, actual years, and I wasn’t that good at writing at that point.

I do think a lot of Satoru’s dumb actions come from ignorance, in whatever aspect, and I think it’s up to the reader as to how much they ‘blame’ him for that. Especially in the later chapters: should he have noticed Hebi’s degredation in mental health, and should he have done something about it if he did, even if she had never reached out to him? She did, after all, never actually confide in him about anything troubling her: I made it a point to state it multiple times. That, I guess, is where people’s opinions will inevitably differ, as to assigning both blame and responsibility. The idea will come up a lot next chapter, but—perhaps it’s almost similar to the Geto/Gojo situation. Yes, Gojo noticed a change, and yes, he tried to talk to Geto about it: but did he do enough? Should he have tried harder? Would it have even made a difference? People have different opinions on their split, too, because it’s not so set in stone. I think that’s the main reason people would dislike IW Satoru.

More about ignorance: you’re right, I can’t see him knowing about Hebi’s feelings. Satoru’s so much more of an active character than Hebi, who is intentionally very passive (if only ‘intentionally’ so I can have the slowburn make some degree of sense, lmao, but hey!). If he knew, I’d have to have him confront her about it. Like, I cannot see Gojo *not* pushing for something if he ever thought there was a possibility of her reciprocating. So, in my head, it can be concluded from his lack of action pre-kiss, that he absolutely doesn’t think she likes him back, and he also absolutely doesn’t want to fuck up the friendship. Again: it’s so, so, so important to him. I try to justify it in the oneshots—I know so much of this is #miscommunication, but controversial opinion, miscommunication adds to the drama and is fun under CERTAIN SITUATIONS, it’s not always a bad thing. LOL.

But also low-key I get why people wouldn’t like him. But also I get why people would, and would be more than fucked off with Hebi. And why people would be somewhere in the middle. Idk where I stand, they’re just both my lil pooks, yk. <3

But hell yeah! I love ur Satoru defence squad. And enjoy your heating (😀) and respite from student finance—I wouldn’t wish that process on my worst enemy </3

#asks from la lamp de desk #intrinsic warmth

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The Portal Home is Built With Roadblock Chapter 26 - Homestretch

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And this chapter has new ref sheets for Chula!

Chula spends a little time with the boys before she goes home. And she makes a decision.

“Seriously. We were on an Earth, with pizza, for a month!” Mikey threw his hands in the air dramatically. “How did we never get you any? Leo told us that you don’t have pizza in space and we never once order in!”

Chula shrugged, “Must’ve slipped our minds between the whole kidnapping thing that happened.”

“Which I would prefer we did not talk about! Thank you very much!” Donnie shouted from his seat.

“Can you guys chill?” Raph grumbled from the middle of the transport. “Raph’s trying to drive responsibly.”

“You mean grandma slow!” Leo gripped. “Dude, I haven’t had a creepy supreme in over a year! Step on it already!”

Mikey pulled a face at the mention of the ‘creepy supreme’, sticking out his tongue, “Why do you even like that stuff?”

“Predator turtle brain,” both Leo and Donnie answered in unison.

Chula chuckled, shaking her head, “You think we should let this Hueso fella know that Leo’s, ya know, not dead?”

“Why spoil the surprise?” Leo asked. “I think it’d be kinda fun to just do my normal thang.”

“You don’t know how to tell him without it being weird and sad so you’re springing it one him instead,” Donnie said.

“Hey!”

“Okay! We’re here!” Raph jumped up from his seat, clapping his hands together. “I’m thinking an extra large creepy supreme for me.”

Mikey gagged.

Chula snorted, dutifully following the boys off of their tank and into…a narrow alleyway with a, frankly, ridiculous amount of graffiti. She still walked into it, even as she eyed the overflowing refuse bins and tiny scavengers, “Seems like an odd place for a canteen.”

“Well, ya know, can’t make it too obvious. Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret restaurant,” Leo strode up to a particularly heavily painted stretch of wall, popping a hand on his hip as he looked it up and down before spinning and falling backwards.

Right through the wall.

Chula jumped forward on instinct, claws snapping out to pull Leo back. But she stepped partly through with the action. Color and noise exploded around her in bright gold lighting and dusty old brick.

She blinked a few times, eyes scanning over the dozens of- yokai, Leo had said they were called?- that occupied the space, eating, drinking and laughing, filling the space with a cozy atmosphere.

The rest of the turtles scrabbled in behind her, all four moving to ‘present’ the canteen to her.

“Pretty sweet, right?” Leo beamed up at her.

She chuckled, reaching down to ruffle his now very long mask tails, “Yes Verd’ika, it is very cool.”

“Hey sweet,” Mikey pointed towards the far wall of booths. “Our spot is open!”

“Oh yeah, best seat in the house,” Leo pumped a fist before grabbing Chula and tugging her further into the canteen.

When they got closer, it became clear why this was the turtles favored spot.

It was a simple booth overall but one thing that made it different was the fact that the table was off center. The small change meant one side could accommodate the three smaller turtles and one could easily fit Raph and all found would be perfectly comfortable.

And, in today's case, a Mandalorian hybrid as well.

Leo pretty much launched into a seat, followed closely by Mikey, both giggling and shoving each other. Donnie and Raph settled in much more calmly, shaking their heads at the other two’s antics.

Chula started to sit as well, when a feeling crawled up her spine.

She didn’t know if it was Lasat instinct or Mandalorian training, but she always knew when someone was staring at her. And sometime after the fourth time Leo got kidnapped, her sixth sense extended to him.

So when the feeling of eyes linger far too long started to make her fur stand on end she paused, slowly turning to scan the room.

She found the guilty party easily, because he was literally standing in the middle of everything.

But when she spotted him, she had to do a double take.

Then a triple.

Because, yes, Leo had told her living skeletons were a thing here and the proprietor of Run of the Mill was one of these living skeletons. But even with that prior knowledge, actually seeing an actual skeleton, standing in a dark suit and hat holding a little book and pen, made something in her brain screech to a halt in shock.

But if that skeleton was who she thought he was…it would explain the staring.

She turned back to the group, sliding into the booth and lowering her voice, “Out of curiosity, how close are you to that Hueso fella?”

“Oh, me and Mr. Bonsey are great friends! We even went on an adventure one time and I helped him reconnect with his brother and I totally saved this place from disaster to help him out.”

“I helped that time, ya know,” Mikey grumbled, crossing his arms.

Leo flapped his hands dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, we learned a lesson about teamwork and healthy sportsmanship…why do you ask?”

Chula’s ear flicked, listening to the squeak of leather shoes on hard flooring as someone started to advance on the booth. She grinned and raised one hand to point.

Leo frowned, slowly turning to see where she was pointing. And she could see the moment he saw the bone-man coming at the table, literally seconds before the said table shuddered from a bony hand slamming down on it.

“If you think this is a cute prank kid, I’m going to ban you.”

The entire table stared for a moment, with a mix of surprise and shock at the statement.

Leo blinked, brow pinching, “Wow, okay, I knew this was gonna hit hard but wow, did not know you cared that much boss.”

“Pepino,” Hueso probably meant to growl the word out but he sounded almost choked up to Chula.

Leo was quick to keep talking, going a mile a minute as he explained, “Okay! I didn’t set up a prank or anything. I got portal jacked into a completely different dimension. Technically twice but one was kinda on purpose but, anyway, it took me awhile to get back and first thing we needed to do was make sure my rescuer had a slice of proper pizza from the best spot in town. Did you know they don’t have pizza in space? There is no pizza in space man!”

Hueso frowned, finally looking around at the rest of the table and, by extension, at Chula. She smiled, trying very hard to not wonder how a face made of bone was so damn expressive.

His…eyes? -eye sockets? How did expressions work when someone didn’t have any skin?- narrowed as he looked her up and down. She sat back, waiting for his appraisal to conclude, very aware that Leo was watching the interaction with bated breath.

His face was still pinched as he slowly turned back to Leo, “...she won’t cause any problems, will she?”

“You kidding?” Leo chuckled. “She is, like, the chillest person you’ll ever meet. Chill as ice, as a cucumber, cooler than an icy cucumber-”

Hueso sighed and pinched his nose bridge as if he was annoyed. But Chula smirked, seeing some tension leave the man's shoulders, “Haven’t changed a bit, have you pepino?”

“Nooope!” Leo said proudly. “And since we cleared all that up, how about some pizza? My friend here has never had it and I haven’t had a decent pie in ages!”

Hueso sighed again but he was smiling softly as he whipped out his pad and pen again, “What are you niños wanting today then?”

The boys almost instantly started talking over each other, rattling off their orders so quickly, Chula didn’t catch most of what they said. But the chaotic mix of voices didn’t seem to throw Hueso in the slightest. His pen was practically flying and his small smile grew wider and wider with every moment. He was beaming when he finally left the table.

“I think he missed you,” Chula commented lightly.

“Yeah,” Leo murmured. Then he shook himself, plastering a smile on his face, “I mean, yeah, duh, of course he missed me! I’m basically his favorite customer.”

The other turtles collectively groaned, with Raph even mumbling a quiet, “You’re definitely not even close, dude.”

Chula chuckled, folding her hands on the table, “Tell me again, how did you all even find this place?”

“Oh now that’s a story!” Leo beamed, happily launching into the story of how they’d happened to see another yokai going in years ago and had naturally followed her..

She smirked when Leo tried to claim he had been dominating the ‘Maze of Death’ that the place had and his brothers were quick to correct that they’d all done awful in it when Hueso returned with several pizzas.

The smell of cooked cheese and bread hit her nose. Her ears flicked up in interest at what she assumed to be the creepy supremes, covered in small, squirming tentacle creatures. Two more joined those, with much more tame and not alive toppings. Mikeys had a yellow fruit mixed with chunks of meat while the one Leo had ordered on her behalf had a bunch of thin, round slices of meat and what looked like peppers.

She took another sniff of the air before grabbing a slice, mimicking the boys as they started to dig in. She could feel when they all paused to watch her take a large bite out of the pizza.

The explosion of cheese and spice on her tongue made her ears twitch and a happy, high trill to burst from her throat.

“I knew you’d like the spice lovers!” Leo crowed happily.

“Mikey,” Chula swallowed and beamed at the box turtle. “You’re teaching me how to make this.”

Mikey grinned back, eyes shining, “Yes! We’ll make you a pro pizza chef in no time!”

Chula took another bite of pizza, reveling in the clash of flavor that burned her throat and made her taste buds sing.

“Try this too!” Leo scooped us a slice of his creepy supreme as passed it over the table.

Chula happily took the slice, crunching down on the little creatures and through the thick crust.

She definitely couldn’t leave until she learned all she could about making pizza from Mikey. The clones would love this stuff.

—-------------------------

Chula raised a brow at Donnie when she saw where he did his shopping, “This is a refuse-yard.”

“And I recall Leo saying that you traded scrap for extra money.”

“...you know what, fair.”

Donnie smirked and activated his battle-shell to boost himself over the fence. Chula rolled her eyes and manually vaulted over after him, “I thought you said you had what you needed for the last touch-ups on the Tortuga.”

“Technically,” Donnie stressed out the word as he hovered between piles of trash. “I could use my current martials to just replace the generator prongs, but I would also like to upgrade the positioning array! It was a bit of a rush job and we’d already used most of our resources on the ship. And since you don’t seem to be in much of a hurry, now is as good a time as any!”

Chula hummed, trying to ignore the comment about how she wasn’t pushing the timeline up. She probably should be but…Astra could look after things for a bit longer. Chula was just…making sure Donnie didn’t burn himself out or anything.

Plus, she had to have a chat with that Berry person. And she’d told Mikey he could give her armor a new paint job.

So she shrugged and started picking through a pile of rusted transport parts, “And you definitely needed me for this, huh?”

“What-oh, yeah, of course I did! Why wouldn’t I need the help? We’ll be carrying a lot of materials back to the lab and I clearly need help with that and you’re clearly the strongest one among us at the moment! Therefore it was not weird at all for me to request you help on this mission! Yes, nailed it, perfect story.”

Chula chuckled and moved to loom behind Donnie and give him a very flat look, “Donatello. You can just say ‘I wanted us to hang out one on one’.”

“Whaaat, that, me, no, why would I think that? What would-,” Donnie paused. “....maybe.”

Chula cackled then, reaching down to ruffling Donnie’s mask tails before moving away again, “Leo was right, you’re an awful lair.”

“SCOFF!” Donnie cried indignantly. “I am excellent at deception!”

“Uh-huh,” Chula nodded, moving further away to dig into another pile. Donnie was ranting but she let the words wash over her, only really paying attention to his voice and where it was coming from.

It was actually pretty easy to keep tabs on Donnie. The kid liked to talk, even if his audience wasn’t fully listening. So she wandered around, quietly digging through piles of metal to find all the things Donnie wanted them to get.

Her search took her a bit further than she had meant to wander away but she could still hear Donnie, now fully momologing to himself, so she wasn’t worried. Her ears flicked forward in interest when she spotted a dented terminal jutting out of a pile of plastic bags. She dragged it out to start prying open the casing and see if any of the internals were salvageable.

She froze before she could even dig her claws into the terminal seams.

Because the scrapyard had suddenly gone very quiet.

Chula spun and spinted back to where she’d last heard Donnie, quietly hoping that he’d just paused in his rants for air.

Her ears twitched when she picked out voices again. Voices, more than just Donnie. And she didn’t recognize any of the voices as Donnie.

She crouched as she got closer, using the piles of trash and shadows to conceal herself as she peered around a corner.

Then she frowned at the scene before her.

Donnie had, in fact, been joined by some new people, three teenagers if Chula was guessing correctly. The girl of the group was talking, ranting almost, waving her hands dramatically along with two wrist tablets that covered her lower arms. The design reminded her of Donnie’s but it was bulkier and more bells and whistles were sticking out of them.

And speaking of Donnie. Chula’s confusion doubled at the almost bored expression on his face. He even rolled his entire head when the girl held out her arms to show off her tech, “I would be flattered by the imitation if it wasn’t so….rudimentary.”

“Oh, but I’ve made some additions of my own!” The girl said, hands flying as she started tapping the screens.

Chula’s hackles rose as dozens of purple flying droids seemed to appear from nowhere, circling around the group. Donnie still didn’t look concerned but Chula’s hand moved to her hip anyway.

“Now,” the girl continued, steeping her fingers. “Since our last encounter we looked into the parts that you stole-”

“Borrowed,” Donnie interrupted.

“Stole,” the girl countered back. “Face it Von Ryan, you’ve stooped to our level. But what I want to know is. What oh what are you trying to build?”

Donnie scoffed, “Even if I told you, that project would be far past what you could comprehend. So, if you're done showboating, I really need to get back to business.”

The girl's face pinched in anger, jaw tensing as her hand moved to one of the wrist tablets.

Chula bared her teeth and moved.

She hadn’t armored up fully for this little outing, but she had brought her weapons. And it turned out, Earth droids were very breakable.

The three humans jumped and screamed as her blaster blots rang out, knocking the droids out of the air. Donnie didn’t scream but his shoulders did jump when the first bolt screeched through the air.

Chula paused when the last droid hit the ground, carefully lowering her as she slowly moved her gaze to the three teens.

They stared back, eyes wide as each scanned her up and down.

The skinny one with glasses broke the silence, “Nope!” he spun, sprinting for the fence while chanting. “Nope, nope, nope, no thank you! I’m out!”

“Hey! Wait up!” the other boy scrambled after the first.

Much to the girl's dismay, “Hey! Get back here you two!”

Neither boy listened to her, both far too busy climbing the fence and running as far and fast as they could.

Chula cleared her throat, turning to Donnie, “Is there a problem here Edeemir’ika?”

“...I could have handled that,” Donnie grumbled.

Chula hummed and looked back to the girl.

She’d turned back to Chula, eyes going wide again as she started to frantically tap at her tablets.

Chula’s eyes narrowed and she took a step closer, growling out, “Are we going to have a problem kid?”

The girl swallowed, looking down at her tablet then up again, “T-this is none of you business, ya know!”

“Oh, it became my business when you threatened my kid,” Chula bared her teeth in a wide grin and moved fully out of the shadows. “So like I asked. Is. There. A. Problem?”

The girl took a step back.

Donnie snorted, leaning against a rusted transport, “I’d start running if I were you Kendra. Miss. Verd has a very ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.”

Kendra looked between Donnie and Chula, taking another small step back.

Chula advanced, letting a growl rumble up her throat.

That got her moving. Kendra spun and started booking it, calling shrilly over her shoulder, “This isn’t over Donatello!”

“Yeah, yeah, vengeance, payback, other…speech about how I’m gonna pay,”

Chula huffed, stowing her blaster and moving to stand Next to Donnie, “Are they an issue a lot?”

“Hardly,” Donnie sighed. “They were barely a challenge for me before I tapped into my ninpo. Now they’re a minor annoyance.”

Chula hummed, watching Kendra scrabbling over the scrapyard fence.

She felt Donnie looking at her. She dipped her head to meet his narrowed eyes, “What?”

“I was under the impression that kids were not a group you would fight. The Purple Dragons are annoying but hardly worth a rule exception.”

Chula nodded, “Yeah but they don’t know that, do they?”

Donnie blinked.

Then started cackling, “Oh I am so glad you accompanied me!”

—--------------------------

“Chula, Chula, Chula!”

Chula paused so the orange and green blur heading her way could launch himself onto her back. She was a bit surprised when Mikey kept going, climbing over her shoulder, but she put her arms out so that when he tumbled fully over her shoulder he landed safely.

He was beaming, almost vibrating with excitement and clutching one of his sketchbooks, “So, I remember you said I could give your armor new paint and I was brainstorming and I got the awesomest idea! I made some inspo designs we can look at and I can go get metal paint tonight and we can paint it super soon if we narrow down the design asap.”

Chula hummed and started walking towards the common area, “So basically, you want me to look over the designs now.”

“Mmmmaaaaybe!” Mikey hunkered down in his perch.

Chula snorted but plopped down in Raph’s beanbag chair, adjusting her hold so she could better look at the book in Mikey’s lap. “Well, let’s see it then Tranyc'ika.”

Mikey paused, hand frozen as it went to open the book, then tipped his head back, “Tra-nechie?”

“TRAH-neesh,” Chula corrected.

“Tranyc,” Mikey repeated softly. “I know the ‘ika’ means little but Leo’s never used tranyc. What’s that mean?”

“Well, the literal translation is ‘star-burned’,” Chula said. “But a more common translation is ‘sunny’ or ‘sunshine’.”

Mikey giggled, “I should let you know, I’m usually opposed to being called ‘little’ anything.”

“You’re all little to me,” Chula countered. “You all just itty-bitty lil terrapins.” The statement was accompanied by her squeezing her arms and pitching her voice higher.

Mikey cackled, squirming in her hold, “Okay, okay!” Chula loosened her arms and let Mikey breathe. “Okay, I will allow one exception to my rule.”

“Oh, like I wasn’t going to call you ika anyway,.” Chula gave one more squeeze. “Now, let me see those drafts, hmm? I’m lookin’ forward to that new paint job.”

Mikey grinned, flipping open his sketchbook.

Chula whistled at the first image, an impressive recreation of her helmet in black ink and layed with bold, blue stripes overtop, “You didn’t happen to get a second option on this one, did you?”

“Not exactly,” Mieky fiddled with the edge of the flimsi. “It’s just…we all know you gotta go back to your dimension eventually. And it sounds really dangerous there so I thought, maybe I could put all of us on your armor. That way, we’ll all kinda be with you.”

Chula smiled, heart swelling at the thought Mikey had put into this, “That sounds really nice actually.”

Mikey peered up at her.

She smiled down at him, “You got any more drafts with all your colors?”

Mikey beamed, flipping a few pages until he got to some sketches of her full armor, “I may have made a few versions.”

“Nice,” Chula snuggled down in her seat, pointing to the image of her chestplate, the stripes replaced by orange lighting bolts. “Can you put a star on there? Over the iron heart.”

“Ohhh, yeah, that would look epic!” Mikey whipped out an orange marker.

—---------------------

“Hey, uh, Miss. Verd?”

Chula blinked, slowly turning to look at Raph, “Miss. Verd? Where did that come from?”

Raph ducked his head in embarrassment, “...yeah, that was kinda weird.”

Chula smiled, taking a little mercy on the kid and patting his arm, “Hey, okay, why don’t you tell me what you want, hmm? I assume that’s what the formality was about.”

“Well…I was just wondering….if you could maybe…spar…with me?”

“Oh is that all!” Chula grinned, slinging an arm around Raph’s shoulders and started walking to the ‘dojo’. “Don’t know why you didn’t join me and Leo this morning if you wanted a spar. But he tends to need an outlet a lot per day so maybe the three of us-”

“Um, actually, Raph just wanted it to be one on one.”

Chula paused, glancing down at Raph. The kid was wringing his hands nervously, eyes fixed on their feet.

“...any reason you want it to be one on one?” She asked. “Because if you had Leo fightin’ with you, let’s be honest, you’d actually have a chance landin’ some hits.”

Raph frowned at that, a cute furrow forming on his brow, “Raph can take you!”

“Oh, ho, can you now?” Chula’s smile turned to a smirk as she pulled away, cuffing Raph lighty on the back of his head before dancing away.

Raph spluttered at the tap, head whipping to where she’d been and then back to her, “We haven’t gotten to the dojo yet!”

“And? Come on, who limits a good spar to one room?”

Raph stammered more, so Chula zipped forward long enough to give him another tap on the shoulder.

That seemed to be enough to snap Raph out of his stupor. He twitched at the hit but when he looked up to see Chula moving away again his eyes narrowed. Chula grinned when he dropped into a ready stance. Her grin got even wider when he moved first, hard and fast and right for her.

She brought her arms up to block, the force of Raph’s attack making her slide back. She dug her claws into the floor and twisted one hand to grab Raphs wrist. He yipped in surprise when she flipped him, slamming loudly onto the floor.

He shook off the impact quickly, rolling away from her and to his feet. He took more castion this time, moving slowly around Chula, eyes flicking up and down, looking for an opening.

Chula’s hands flexed, hackles raising as she waited for Raph to make a move.

When he attacked again, she sidestepped, grabbing the lip of his shell and using the momentum to roll him to the floor again. She pinned him, smirking as he blinked confusedly at her, “Now, why are you doin’ this with me and not one of your brothers?”

Raph’s eyes went wide and he turned his head away, “Uh…Leo said you were a good fighter and-and you’re strong enough so Raph won’t hurt you and my brothers are smaller-”

“Oh like that stops them,” Chula huffed, standing up. “Pretty sure every bad guy you fight on the regular is twice your size. Which makes them at least three times as big as your brothers.”

Raph was back to stammering, trying to look anywhere but Chula, “It’s, um, you know, different! If-if I get too into it I can do more damage and Raph doesn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Chula frowned, crouching down next to Raph, “You wouldn’t ever hurt your brothers.”

Raph flinched at that, sitting up and hugging himself, “....but I have.”

“What? When? Pretty sure Leo would have mentioned that to me at some point.”

Raph huddled into himself even more, “...it was during the Invasion.”

Chula frowned, thinking back and trying to parse out if Raph hurting the other boys was ever mentioned.

“...you cannot be talkin’ about how you got mind controlled by the Krang.”

Raph’s head ducked partly into his shell.

“Okay, no, no. Whatever convoluted bantha-osik you’ve logiced out in your head is wrong. I may not know all the details of that invasion but you know what I do know? You are not responsible for what you do when under mind control. And I have given this talk to way too many clones, seriously, mind control and manipulation weirdly happens a lot in the battalion, so trust me when I say with complete certainty that you, Raphael Hamato, would never hurt your siblings. Ever.”

Raph blinked, jaw opening slightly, then closing again, “...mind control was common with the soldiers you worked with?”

“Yes,” Chula leaned back to sit more on her haunches, tipping her head back with a groan. “Force users, plant spores, freaky worm things, a whole planet that just messed with baselines humans for some reason. Never figured that out, didn't want to figure it out, just sent a big ol’ ‘do not land here’ to the Republic on that one.”

Raph snorted.

“Ah, there’s a smile,” Chula beamed, bumping Raph’s shoulder. “There’s your awesome, toothy smile. Now, are we gonna keep thinking silly things Aranar’ika?”

“...maybe,” Raph peeked up. “I’ll stop if you tell me what aranar means?”

“Oh, look at your pronunciation. Very good,” Chula beamed. “It means ‘defender’. Felt it suited you.”

Raph blinked again, eyes going wide as he looked down at his own hands, “Aranar.”

He smiled and Chula saw his shoulders shimmy a little and a tiny chirp come out of his mouth. She felt a burst of warmth at the reaction and basked in Raph joy at the nickname.

—--------------------

“Whoa, looking good guys!”

“Right?” Chula twisted at the waist, admiring her armor in a floor length mirror. “We still gotta add the protective coating but I wanted to see it all together. Mikey did amazing.”

She wasn’t exaggerating to Leo in the slightest, she loved the design Mikey had eventually settled on. The chestplate had a massive star over the iron heart, framed by four lighting bolts. The gold on her arm bracers was replaced with bright purple rectangles that mimicked Donnie’s markings. Her backplate had been redone with red spikes and a large Hamato Clan symbol. And her helmet was now adored with blue stripes that were obviously inspired by Leo’s facial markings.

She’d loved it on flimsi and seeing it on her armor made her love it even more.

She did a small spin, showing off the entire ensemble to Leo and Mikey.

Leo laughed, clapping as he approached, “Very nice, very nice. Excellent work as always, Michel.”

“Aw, you guys,” Mikey giggled.

“Just needs one more touch,” Leo said, his expression suddenly becoming nervous.

Chula turned to fully face him, removing her helmet, “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Leo cleared his throat. “I know Donnie’s hasn’t got the cross-dimensional cell phone thingie done yet but…you know, in case he finishes before you get a chance to visit.”

Leo reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a flat object wrapped in blue fabric. Chula quickly set her helmet aside, opening a palm for Leo to place the object into her hand. She noted with surprise that the fabric was Leo’s mask, the one that he had been wearing when they first met. She handled the tattered fabric carefully, fingers ghosting over the torn edges and old blood stains before opening it.

Inside the mask was a belt emblem, almost exactly like the ones all the turtles wore, only this one was a bit on the larger size. A smile spread across Chula’s face, “This is perfect!”

Chula turned to face the mirror again so that she could fix the emblem and mask to her belt. The metal gleamed as she turned back, popping a hip for extra effect, “This really ties the whole thing together, don’t you think?”

Mikey giggled, nodding enthusiastically, “Oh yea, the whole thing was definitely missing that! Good thinking Leo!”

Leo huffed, folding his hands behind his head, “Duh, can’t be in the Mad Dogs without our emblem. But, you know you don’t gotta keep the mask, right? It was just the closest thing I had to wrap it up.”

“I know,” Chula started to pull off armor pieces and lay them out on the tarp she and Mikey had been using. “But I like it, it gives me some flair, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely!” Mikey agreed as he started grabbing the top coat sprays.

Leo blinked, his smile slowly turning into a confused frown. He looked down at his tattered mask tails hanging from behind the emblem, then back up to Chula.

The smile returned, a much softer, more genuine one, “Happy to help.”

—---------------

“So…Barry.”

The yokai in question looked up from his stovetop, “...did you climb in through my window.”

“Yup,” Chula smirked, leaning against the wall. “Wanted us to meet, without the kids.”

Barry wrinkled his nose and turned back to the stove, “Then why not use the door? And if you’re going to break into my residence, at least use my name. I am Baron Draxum, warrior alchemist of the Yokai.”

“Ooooo, well ain’t you fancy,” Chula cleared her throat. “Well I am Chula Verd of Mandalore, multidimensional traveler and honorary member of the Hamato clan. And the one who would very much like to talk about that throwing Leo off a roof comment.”

“I’m surprised the little showman hasn’t mentioned it to you,” Draxum sighed. “I will admit I was not completely in my right mind at the time and I may have taken things to an unnecessary extreme but I created the turtles to be very durable. That fall would have merely injured him, he could have easily- how did you get over here?!”

As Draxum had rambled on, Chula had slowly made her way across the apartment. So when Draxum looked up, she was almost right in his face, causing him to leap back.

She smiled, saccharine sweet, “Oh, well, I guess it’s fine then. He would just get a little hurt if you chucked the kid off a roof.”

She felt a little bit of pride when the aloofness Draxum had been holding finally cracked. His eyes flicked around as she leaned even more into his space, “...clearly, Leonardo has rubbed off on you.”

“We’re both terrible influences on each other,” Chula tilted her head and grinned with all her teeth. “Now, this would normally be the bit where I make you regret messin’ with one of my kids.”

“Your-?”

“But it would upset Mikey. And Leo tells me you’re familiar with the Hidden City.”

“...I am…”

“Greeaaat,” Chula leaned closer, until they were nose to nose. “So, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could find a forge, could you?”

“...not one open for public use.”

“Oh, well then I guess you’re gonna help me break into a forge, aren’t you?”

“...that won’t be necessary,” Draxum managed to souffle away from her and straighten back to full height. “I have one at one of my old laboratories. It should still be perfectly functional.”

“Ah, you don’t want to pull a heist with me…Barry?”

He glared, “Barnor. Draxum.”

“Whatever you say Berry.”

—---------------

Two weeks after Chula had brought Leo and his family home, she stood at the ramp of her ship once again.

The Hamato clan had gathered around as well to see her off.

She hugged each tightly, letting the feeling of each embrace ingrain itself into her memory, even Donnie’s brief little side hug.

Leo was the last, fiddling with his hands as he stood before her, “You’re gonna visit us right? Once you make sure everything is okay?”

Chula hummed, crouching so that she was eye-level with Leo, “You know…my dimension, my galaxy. It’s harsh and unkind more often than not, especially to the people important to me.”

Leo frowned, confused.

“I was planning to steal away the entire battalion, ya know. The Republic doesn’t see the clones as people, they wouldn’t have anything to go to after the war ends. What better place to give them a new life than an entirely different dimension?”

She saw the moment her implication clicked in everyone's minds.

But Leo was the one to voice it, “You’re gonna come back…and stay?”

“Yeah,” Chula nodded. “I want to stay close, you’ve all become family to me. Plus, I gotta keep you crazy kids out of trouble.”

Leo launched himself forward and Chula caught him easily, squeezing tightly enough to pick his feet off the ground.

Mikey threw both his fists in the air with a cheer, “We’re getting new cousins!”

“Would you perchance be bringing back the ship your battalion inhabits as well?” Donnie asked.

Chula laughed, giving Leo one last squeeze before dropping him, “Now, Draxum very kindly showed me where to find a forge for a little side project. Just a little trinket for you kids.”

Chula reached into her belt, pulling out her gifts and separating out the one with a blue cord. She held it up, letting the metal visage of a mythosaur skull gleam in the pump station lights.

“Whoa,” Leo stared at the pendant, cupping his hands around it. “What is it?”

“That is a mythosaur skull, one of the few things every Mandalorian agrees on is that it’s the symbol for all of Mandalore,” she placed the pendent into Leo’s hands before stepping towards the others, passing out the rest. “And on the off chance you bump into another Mandalorian, this should be enough for them to keep you on their good side.”

“Reassuring,” CJ huffed as he looped the cord around his neck. “But it looks really cool.”

“Ditto!” Raph agreed as he put his own pendant on, made slightly bigger to match his size.

Chula chuckled, handing the last Mythosaur pendent to April before going back to Leo, grabbing him in another quick hug, “I’m going to come back with my clan. I’ll drag Astra here kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“Looking forward to it,” Leo grinned. “And can’t wait to meet her.”

Chula smiled. Releasing Leo and heading up the ramp. She paused at the top, turning to give one last wave to the kids, “See you all in a few days.”

“Anata wa hitori ja nai,” Leo said, the statement echoed by his family.

Chula paused, “Well, now you get to give me the language lesson.”

“It’s something our family says,” Leo explained. “It means ‘you are not alone’.”

Chula smiled, a warm feeling wrapping around her, “Well then. Anata wa hitori ja nai, Hamatos. I’ll see you all very soon.”

A loud chaos of ‘bye’s and ‘see you soon’s echoed up to her as the ramp slowly lifted.

Chula’s smile grew as she bounded through the corridors and up into the bridge. She could hear the roof whirring open as she took her seat.

The console came alive as her hands danced over it. Her smile became downright manic as she settled into her seat, feeling joy almost buzz in every limb. The ship sang in reply to her excitement, engines creating a wonderful symphony as she lifted it into the air.

She reached over, preemptively plugging in her dimensions coordinates.

Nine-one-seven-seven-two-five.

Home.

“Wonder how much has changed,” Chula murmured as she broke above the clouds and activated the gateway.

#tmnt #rottmnt #lone hunter and turtle #tmnt au #fanfic

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