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pocketjoong · 12 days

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❥𓂃𓏧BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Wooyung decides to surprise you on your birthday...twice!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING): Idol!Wooyoung x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. established relationship. a sprinkle of angst. sfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS): just lots and lots of fluff. wooyoung is whipped for you.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT): 1.4k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINNIE @nebulousbrainsoup!! I hope you have the most amazing day ahead!! <3 I'm honeslty super super thankful to have met you, and it honestly makes me go 👁👄👁 when I look back at how far we've come in the last year (from being moots to being friends and you becoming a super important person to me). I love you so much and I hope you enjoy reading this lil wooyo floof!!

“Hi, love,” Wooyoung’s voice greets you warmly as the video call connects. In the background, the bustling activity of the other ATEEZ members winding down after their schedules in Japan is evident.

“Hi, Woo!” you reply, mustering a sleepy smile. You’d been woken by the vibrating of your phone and were about to turn it off when you realised who was calling you.

Upon hearing your voice, the ATEEZ members divert their attention to Wooyoung’s phone, their faces breaking into wide smiles upon recognizing who he was talking to.

“Look who’s here!” San exclaims excitedly, leaping over a couch to join Wooyoung. “Happy birthday!”

His cheerful words are echoed by the rest of the members, prompting Wooyoung to playfully complain about being beaten to the punch in wishing you.

“You should’ve wished them at midnight like I did,” Yeosang teases his friend, while Seonghwa smoothly intercepts the phone from him. “Happy birthday! Did this troublemaker wake you up? It’s probably super early where you are.” He frowns, trying to mentally calculate what time it is for you. “You’re like… more than half a day behind us, aren’t you?”

You grin at Seonghwa’s remark. “It’s all good; I needed to be up early anyway.”

“Why’s that? Isn’t it the weekend?” Yunho interjects, leaning in next to Seonghwa so that his face is visible to you.

“Your exams are done, so you can sleep in today! It’s your birthday after all,” Mingi adds, appearing on Seonghwa’s other side.

“I’m going out with friends for the day,” you explain.

“GIMME MY PHONE!!!” Wooyoung’s voice echoes through the screen, causing the other boys to flinch at the volume; you can also hear Hongjoong admonishing him to lower his voice. After a flurry of movement, Wooyoung reappears on the screen, having left the room. “Sorry about that. So, what else are you gonna do today?”

“I’m not sure honestly, my friends have a lot planned today, so I’m probably going to be with them for the rest of the day.”

“I wish I were there,” he sighs wistfully. Finding a table to perch on, Wooyoung hops onto it, yelping when it wobbles. You shake your head at his antics, cautioning him to be careful.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there for your birthday, love,” Wooyoung’s voice carries a hint of melancholy.

“It’s okay, honestly. I wasn’t there for your birthday either. Even though I tried to get a couple of days off from uni to go see you in Seoul,” you reply, offering him a reassuring smile. “When you come back here in a few weeks, we can go out and celebrate both our birthdays. Or stay in to do that. I wouldn’t mind either.”

“Let’s do that.”

Just then, the doorbell rings, and you frown in confusion; you aren’t been expecting anyone this early. Your friends had told you to be ready by 10, which is almost 4 hours away. Making small talk with Wooyoung, you head to the door to see who’s at the door.

“There’s a delivery for you,” the man at the door announces, presenting you with a beautiful bouquet of red geraniums, pink ranunculus, and white gardenias. Along with it, he hands you a small box from your favorite bakery.

Taking the gifts inside, you eagerly look through the bouquet for a card, your eyes lighting up with joy when you find one. Lost in the moment, you momentarily forget about Wooyoung, unaware of the silence that had fallen over the call.

My dearest,

Happy Birthday! Words fail to express just how thankful I am for your existence. I’m sorry that I can’t celebrate your day with you in person today, but I hope this small gesture can bring you even a fraction of the joy you bring into my life.

With this bouquet, I wanted to convey the depths of my love and admiration for you. Each day, I am profoundly grateful that fate brought us together, even if it began with the clumsy spill of coffee on your favorite white hoodie (my sincerest apologies for that). I wouldn’t change it for the world because it gave me the greatest gift of my life: you.

Please enjoy your day to the fullest and celebrate yourself! I hope you can feel the love I’m sending from across the ocean.

Yours, always,

Wooyoung

P.S. I’ve also included assorted cupcakes from your beloved bakery!

Unbeknownst to you, tears well up in your eyes and a single droplet cascades down your cheek, landing softly on the card. Startled, you brushed the tear away, your gaze shifting to Wooyoung’s face on your phone screen.

“I love you,” you manage to say, too choked up to say anything else.

A warm smile spreads across Wooyoung’s face. “I love you too, tears and all.”

“You’re so unserious,” you teased, mustering a laugh despite the tears. “But thank you for this. It truly made my day.”

“Now, what are you waiting for?” Wooyoung’s playful tone fills the air once more. “Light a candle on that cupcake so I can serenade you with the best performance of ‘Happy Birthday’ that you’ve ever heard.”

A sudden clatter startles you awake, pulling you from the depths of slumber. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you wonder about the source of the noise, your mind still foggy with sleep. A muttered curse sends a jolt of apprehension through you – you are supposed to be alone. Quietly, you slip out of bed, reaching for your pepper spray and phone, prepared for the worst.

To your surprise, the intruder in the kitchen isn’t a stranger. Instead, you find a familiar black-haired figure rummaging through the refrigerator.

“Wooyoung?” you call out, lowering your defenses as you recognized the figure.

Caught off guard by your presence, Wooyoung jumps at the sound of your voice, accidentally bumping his head in the process.

“Ouch, love, why did you have to scare me like that?” Wooyoung pouts, massaging the back of his head as he turns to face you. His expression shifts from playful to apprehensive as he registers your presence.

“Well?” you prod, curious about his unexpected appearance in your kitchen considering he’s supposed to be in Japan and not in your kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I was attempting to whip up some pancakes, but I seem to have botched it,” he confesses sheepishly, presenting the thin batter that fails to resemble pancake mix. “I may have gone overboard with the milk, and it appears we’re fresh out of pancake mix…”

“I do have more in the pantry, actually,” you chuckle at his bashful smile, handing him the unopened box. “What brings you here, though? Weren’t you supposed to return to Seoul later tomorrow?”

“I might have sweet-talked manager-nim into letting me come to see you earlier,” he confesses, pouring a cup of mix into the bowl and muttering a small ‘yay’ as it reaches the perfect consistency. “I couldn’t make it in time for your birthday, though. I had to take a connecting flight from LA, and then the drive was kinda long...”

“I’m not complaining. Now that you’re here, I’m not planning on letting you go,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into the warmth of his neck from behind.

“That doesn’t sound too bad, honestly,” he says with a smile, turning around in your embrace and gently rubbing his nose against your cheek before placing a tender kiss there. Unable to resist any longer, he leans in and plants a playful kiss on your lips. You can’t help but giggle as Wooyoung lifts you onto the counter, his hand tracing over your thighs.

“I missed you so much,” he murmurs against your lips, playfully nipping at them. Then, with a teasing flick of his tongue over your bottom lip, he pulls away and gestures toward the dining table. “Go sit down, or I’ll never finish breakfast.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t resist me,” you tease, playfully dodging when he attempts to catch you.

“The pancake is burning, you goof. Go rescue it,” you point toward the kitchen, hoping he’d heed your words.

Wooyoung shoots you a playful glare, torn between saving the pancake and indulging in a tickle fight. Duty wins over mischief, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he hurries off.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting this go so easily,” he calls back with a mischievous grin.

#cromernet #cultofdionysusnet #k-labels #wonderlandnet #kvanity #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez fluff #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung reactions #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung angst

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eventuallyaugust · 1 year

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bound by the rules masterlist smau

pairing/s: lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

tags... crack, fluff; angst; hurt(?); suggestive/smut (not all time); kinda slow burn (not the do i like her slow burn, but those longer than a min touches and longing gazes kind of slow burn); no beta we die like men; love at first sight; friends to lovers

warning/s... love triangle; angst; too many things going on; an ungodly amount of time skips; suggestive/smut themes; dark jokes; toxic staffs and management; scandals; dark themes & graphic content: strong language, bullying (affectionately); multiple mentions of alcohol and its consumption; many more to be added

setting... story will start in 2022

featuring... txt, lesserafim, aespa, itzy (mostly ryujin), ive (mostly annyeongz), choi yena, skz bangchan, nct jaehyun, g-idle yuqi, enhypen heeseung, some bts members, and many more that often pops up in just one of the chapters.

status... CONTINUING (surprisingly)

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profiles. bighit's baby giants, too pretty to be ais, not-so-fearless with bugs, the seven avengers

chapters (number of chapters & some titles still unidentified)

⭐ - fav chap

01 | happy birthday to you⭐

02 | new bestie unlocked

03 | birth month twinnie (half written)

04 | pretty elevator girl (kinda half written)

05 | tagged along

06 | birthday money

07 | meeting for what?! (mostly written)

08 | MEETING?? HER?? WHAT??

09 | minjeong's research

10 | lee fcking soo-man (written) ⭐

11 | give me your bets

12 | field day (pt.1)⭐

13 | the claw machine⭐

14 | party party yeah

15 | alexa, play drama by txt (written)⭐

16 | she is like dramama ramama

17 | #prayforheeseung

18 | gay panic-ese⭐

19 | txt's first 2022 vlive (written)⭐

20 | lord me when⭐

21 | be careful what you wish for (written) ⭐

22 | something bad just happened ⭐

23 | perfect friends ⭐

24 | matchz? it's a matchz! ⭐

bonus... matchmaker episodes

25 | 0 7 . 3 0

26 | seol & umji?? seolji?

27 | haters gonna hate

28 | wee-woo 🚨🚨

29 | a house of cards (written)

30 | us against the world

31 | through the cracks

32 | without the foundation

extra/s:

bbtr plot timeline

2022

2023

2024

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taglist: @curly-fr13s , @neuftaeng , @myothegreat , @yoontoonwhs , @nasyu-kookies , @awkwardtoafault , @osakis-gf , @dream-chasers-things , @woonie57 , @juhyunsthirdwife , @sewiouslyz , @yerevies , @kimsgayness , @jeindall777 , @notodayeli , @mah4u

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a/n: seol can be interpreted as the reader or whole other person. it was supposed to be y/n, not seol but i find it hard to imagine if i pair yunjin and karina to someone i can't imagine, so that's where seol is born.

disclaimer all images and pictures used in this story are not all mine. they belong to their rightful owners and i therefore give credits to their edits. since this is a smau, all of the happenings and events within are made up and the product of my imagination. any similarity to real-life occurrences or individuals, whether alive or deceased, is entirely coincidental. SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY.

@ eventuallyaugust 2024 | navi

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crithaus · 1 day

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It's 2 am but I'm awake so tlovm fans get this right in the episodes where Percy and gang are retaking Whitestone, specifically the ones where Vax is mind controlled and they've just escaped the residuum melting acid tank, Keyleth and Vex both call him via the magic earrings trying to snap Vax outta being bisexually mind controlled and keyleth gives him a half seconds pause, barely anything but Vex fakes dying in the ACID on her turn, lies through her pearly little teeth to him and that stops Vax dead in his tracks for a second, it's enough to shake him outta damn mind control by former cerberus assembly archmage delilah goddamn briarwood for a moment

I will scream a new singularity into the universe, and they keep talking for a moment actually and right after Matt-as-delilah asks Vax just who tbe fuck he's whispering to he LIES, RAW Vax should have told Sylas and Delilah right then and there that the acid trap failed but he lies by ommission to protect his sister and family and girlfriend, sobs, and then when they're all seconds before the actually ziggurat fight Matt is explaining the parameters of mind control to Liam, yea sure Vox Machina is still technically your friends but the Briarwoods are your new friend-ier friends now and if shit pops off youll be protecting the briarwoods, and Liam's like :/, mostly accurate quote, "so if I see," points to Laura, "her, the most important person in the world to me, I wanna fight her?" Like twinnies on top forever I fear, he would punt scanlan off of the ziggurat for free at that moment but Gods forbid he has to lay a hand on his sister, and then he's like well I'll just guard Delilah's body and not hit anyone anyway, he isn't even willing to entertain the idea of fighting Vex (and co but...)

And then like during the fight after sylas dies, like sam said that tlovm is its own canon and also that the twins specifically got so wicked pulverized throughout the entire campaign that he had to start giving all but their very biggest owies to everyone else so the runtime wasn't 140+ minutes of footage from exandrian intensive care but I'm still SAD about Keyleth getting Delilah's last hurrah attack instead of vex cuz Vex was DYING, in a room with a magic dampening sphere too so no healing and Vax was like hey dm I will run up this 90° wall to reach my sister take those laws of gravity and shove them up ur ass my boy, like she was getting tossed around like a ragdoll, Liam was going to cry it was awesome, he had tunnel vision and it was getting vex somewhere safe and blowing all their useless potions on her, he wouldn't put her down until keyleth started testing fate fucking with the endless abysmal orb, Vex was fine but oh man the future of her death at the hands of something Percy was involved in?? Foretold tens of episodes before, insane how an unscripted dnd game shakes out

Anyway twinnies goes insanely insanely hard in the campaign it's unreal it's wild, Liam spent 2 and a half whole hours in one of his trials of the take episodes mourning by his own admission his sister being gone for about 8 hours away from Him, i am a codependent siblings enjoyer and this shit will feed you

also I fear I need to reiterate, twinnies? Perfect, no notes. Twincest? An abomination, please do not misconstrue my affections here abeg

#critical role #vox machina #vex'ahlia de rolo #vax'ildan #twinnies you will always be famous

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in-need-of-gally-content · 5 months

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|Chapter•Twenty•Seven|

•|Masterlist|•

The following morning, Gally was already feeling better, maybe some sneezing here and there, but the fever was gone, although he took that day to rest as well, hopefully, he'll be fully recovered by tomorrow.

While sitting on his bed in Gally's room, they were talking about a few things, and when (M/n) got to the part of him just working around the Homestead, he remembered the conversation he heard the Sloppers and twinnies having the previous evening, so he debated whether he should say something or not.

But in the end, Gally noticed his hesitation, and he knew (M/n) wasn't sure about telling him what was going on, so he asked.

"What's on your mind?" (M/n) opened his mouth to simply say 'it's nothing' but the way Gally looked at him told him he had no other option. They had been working on his communication skills after all, he wouldn't let all of Gally's effort go to waste.

"So, I was busy fixing stuff downstairs, right? And... The Sloppers walked in, along with the twins, so I debated whether I should stay or leave, when I..." (M/n) pushed his hair back, as it was getting in the way, "Heard them talking about how they could get rid of me," Gally's stare changed from the soft look it had to rising anger, his jaw clenched as he kept listening, "They are making up plans to get me banished."

"Those motherfuckers..." Gally was about to get up and potentially leave more than one badly injured, but (M/n) held him back, his hand around his wrist, "Bean, we can't just let them-"

"We won't," he signalled with his head at Gally to sit back down, which he did, albeit a little grumpy, "But we know what to expect, right? They're gonna try something eventually, and we just have to... Ignore them."

Gally sighed, and nodded, somehow agreeing with (M/n)'s logical view, "Doesn't mean I won't beat them up if I have to."

They chuckled and this time around, (M/n) messed up Gally's blond locks, making him laugh more.

"I can always count on you to have my back, Gally."

//////

The next week and a half, the Sloppers and the twins had been trying everything in their power to get (M/n) to snap back at them for something they did or said to him.

But with (M/n) being aware of their scheming plans, he knew better than to respond to them in any way, whether it'll be physically or verbally, so they were both at a loss on what to do, and slowly, with each day they began to simply stop doing stuff.

That and they had stuff to arrange around for the new greenie coming up the next day, so they really had no time to mess around.

(M/n) was unsure of what to expect from the upcoming greenie, especially knowing that he would be spending time with Sean and Derek, and everyone knows who those two get along with, the literal group of Gladers that cursed his existence. He was used to telling himself that he didn't care they hated him, but he knew himself better than that, he wanted to know why, but he would never get a truthful answer from them, so he pretended like he didn't care.

At night, in his room and with his journal open, he wrote down a quick summary of his day, unable to stop himself from writing the last line.

How will the greenie be this time around...?

And after that, he turned his light off and got comfortable on his bed.

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It was lunchtime and as always, (M/n) skipped it, deciding to spend his time on the Watchtower, where he could be away from the eyes of the new guy in the Glade. He had taken his journal and camera with him, taking pictures of his friends talking or playing around, and the animals walking around the barn or just lying in the shade of a tree, after all, the view was better from above.

And currently, he was writing the lyrics of a song, something that could maybe be something everyone could sing with determination and hope, bringing them together as one seeing as, well, everyone wanted to find a way out.

"Oh, I will find my place, yeah, I will fight my way through the maze..." He mumbled to himself, tapping the pen to a random rhythm that seemed to fit the pace of the song, "These walls are filled with rage, but I will fight my way..."

Knowing everyone was busy eating lunch, (M/n) expected to stay alone for quite a while, probably until he absolutely had to get down to help with the bonfire, but the sound of the hatch door opening next to him startled him for a moment. He turned to look at it, and saw Gally poking his head through, and judging by the grin on his face, (M/n) knew he was expecting him to be there.

"How did you know I was here?" Gally chuckled and climbed all the way to the top, closing the hatch and sitting next to (M/n), looking down at his open journal, observing the pictures on the left page, the right page had a few sentences written and doodles he had drawn.

"I know you, how do you think I found you so easily?" (M/n) laughed too, a little flustered at the mention of Gally knowing him well enough to know where he would go to be alone and enjoy quiet time by himself.

Being an introvert was tough sometimes.

After that, they stayed silent, no words were needed to find comfort and peace when they were with one another.

While (M/n) went back to being busy writing some words and randomly doodling, Gally took the Polaroid sitting in between them and took a picture of the (h/c) haired male, who was too focused to realize. Well, that was until the sound of the film coming out caught his attention.

He looked at Gally and saw him put the camera down, a wide smile on his face, the picture revealing itself in his hand, "Did you just take a picture of me?" All he did was nod, his smile growing wider.

"You bet I did," (M/n) closed his journal and set it aside, reaching his hand out to grab the picture, but Gally moved it away before he could get close to taking it.

"Give me, I'll get rid of it," he got closer to Gally again, who kept moving away to protect the picture.

"Why? It turned out really good," he argued playfully and (M/n) frowned, huffing in response.

"I assure you it did not, now give it to me, Gally-," unaware of the uneven levels of the floor they were sitting on, (M/n) lost balance on the arm holding him up, and he ended pretty much on top of Gally.

The way they were suddenly so close made their breath hitch, and they were able to hear the other's breath stop for a moment. Nervous eyes trailed every feature of each other, and for an instant, (M/n) almost couldn't resist the urge to lean further in when he saw Gally's lips slightly parted open.

His breathing was becoming uneven and he was certain he would not be able to hold himself back from kissing Gally, "(M/n)...?"

The soft whisper of his name snapped him back to reality, and he backed away the moment he realized what he was about to do, feeling incredibly nervous and heated up, along with mortified, was he really about to kiss Gally and potentially ruin their friendship? He almost could not believe it.

"Sorry, you can keep it..." He mumbled as he struggled to open his journal again, his hand shaking and he tried to focus back on what he was doing, nibbling his bottom lip nervously and shifting in place.

But no matter how hard he tried, all he could think of were Gally's bright green eyes, staring so intensely into his, his plump lips so close to his, and fuck- he wanted to kiss him so badly.

He had no idea Gally was beating himself up for ruining his chance. With his eyes closed, he sighed as he realized how he messed up the opportunity to kiss (M/n). He promised himself he wasn't gonna hesitate next time... And he hoped the next time they're so close together he won't chicken out.

Gally took a deep breath, and slowly placed the photo down on (M/n)'s open journal, right in his line of sight, "Here, you can get rid of it."

(M/n) held it in his hand, and looked at it, debating whether he should rip it in half or keep it. There was nothing significant about the picture, it was just him, under the sunlight, focused on his journal, it practically was a parallel image to a Gally photo he had taken a while back, but this particular photo could have another meaning, so he chose to keep it.

He gripped his pen in his hand, and leaned slightly down to write on the bottom white part of the square polaroid film. 'Day 84 in the Glade. A new greenie is coming up~! <3'. He put the pen down and scavenged around the little pocket he had made on the bag of his journal.

Gally smiled when he saw (M/n) pinning the picture to the bottom of the right page, below all the writing he had done. He was happy (M/n) had decided to keep it instead of getting rid of it.

When he was done, he closed the journal and put it aside, picked up his camera, and stared at it for a few seconds.

"Wanna take some together?" Gally bit his lip and scooted closer without saying a word, watching (M/n) lift the Polaroid, the lens facing them, "Smile~!"

They took a few pictures, each one was placed down and they took more while they waited until the image would be revealed. Some of them were of them making funny faces, mocking each other or just smiling and squinting at the bright sunlight.

But their favourite one was definitely the one where they had turned to look at each other. (M/n) had gotten nervous at how close they were, so he apparently panicked-pressed the capture button, before frantically looking away, the same thing Gally did.

Not a single one was a bad photo, so (M/n) decided to keep them all, maybe make a collage of them later, and decorate the page with some flower doodles or hearts, he wasn't too sure, but he was not throwing these away.

After that little photo session, (M/n) wanted Gally to stay up with him and talk for a while, but the alarm announcing the Box coming up blared in the Glade, so the blond had to leave.

Gally opened the hatch, looking at him, "See ya," and without even thinking, he leaned closer to (M/n) and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, before heading down the ladder.

Completely caught off guard, (M/n) pursed his lips to hold back a smile and a squeal that definitely wanted to come out, and basked in the feeling of his skin getting covered with goosebumps as his face heated up. He was gonna write about this day in his journal. And leave no details out.

Unknown to him, Gally stood at the bottom of the tower, covering his face with his hands, feeling just how hot his skin had gotten at the realization of giving (M/n) a kiss, even if it was something as small as a peck on the cheek, it was...

"Just a little bit of progress, it's better than nothing..." He babbled to himself, closing his hands to try and stop them from shaking so much, and he made his way to the Box, which wasn't far away from the Watchtower.

When the mechanical gate opened, they could hear sniffing coming inside, so this greenie was crying, probably scared out of his mind about where the shuck he was heading and his whereabouts, so Gally got in slowly, trying to ease the guy curled up on himself on the furthest corner of the Box.

(M/n) closed his journal, deciding to fix the pictures later in his treehouse and he scooted close to the edge, looking down at the Builders and Baggers ready to unload the Box.

"No! Get away from me!" A high-pitched voice broke the silence of the Glade, and (M/n) frowned, his sight focused on what was happening, "I don't want to! Let go of me, please-!" It was the greenie, screaming desperately from inside the Box.

He couldn't see him from where he was, but his voice sounded... Young, it cracked quite a bit while he was yelling at everyone to back away.

And Gally felt like his patience was running thin with him. The way he was hollering was gonna make his ears bleed, he needed to get the greenie out of there, right now.

"Alright, Billy! Get down 'er!" All the greenie did was scream more, fully panicked now at the sight of both males, "For the love of-!" They made their way toward him, holding his flailing arms still as they dragged him toward the edge of the box, where the rest of the guys around had picked up the rope for these kinds of situations.

They made sure the greenie was properly secured and helped push him up while the others pulled him out.

(M/n) watched them hold back and drag the greenie toward the Slammer. He couldn't see many of his features from above, but he saw the mop of chocolate curls on his head and his chubby body, before he got covered by the wall of Gladers dragging him. Even (M/n) felt how his ears were hurting with how loud and high-pitched his screams were. He was thankful he wasn't down there with the others.

A few had told him about how greenies were only taken to the pit if they had an aggressive reaction, whether it was trying to punch someone or start screaming. This was the first time he saw a greenie being taken there.

Mikah walked to the edge of the Box and looked down at both Keepers, who were awkwardly standing next to each other, "Alright, we can get started."

With a nod, both of them started taking out boxes, bags and crates.

Needless to say, (M/n) patiently waited for Gally to come out of the Box and enjoyed the view, shamelessly staring at him while his muscles flexed. And he might've... Snapped a pic or two. But no more than that.

Maybe. He can neither confirm nor deny this fact.

(M/n) continued to stay up in the tower for quite a while, busy writing the same song he had been working on, completely unaware of the time. He only snapped back when he heard his name being called.

"(M/n)! Get off your lazy ass, and come help us with the bonfire!" He cackled at the sound of Mikah's voice breaking as he called out to him, and he stood up, looking over the edge.

"Yeah, nice voice crack by the way!" All the Builders around Mikah stifled their laughter in unison, most of them masking them with a cough, except for Alec, who did laugh out loud, wearing a smirk on his face at the way the curly-haired blond glared at him.

He picked up his stuff, put everything in its bag and hung them across his chest as he made his down the tower.

"Oh, if I listen to my heart, will it lead me through the dark like a compass?" He sang quietly to himself, humming the rhythm with each gap in the song, "And if I listen to my heart, will it bring a little spark to this cold blood?"

"Whatcha singin'?" He flinched at the sound of Gally's voice coming from behind him. He was standing there, arms crossed and watching over him as he climbed down the ladder.

(M/n) turned around and shrugged, making his way to his treehouse, Gally following him, "Just a few lyrics I was writing, why?"

"Can I hear the rest?" For a moment, (M/n) was sceptical, he didn't think the song was that great yet, and he still had to fix some stuff around, but he remembered Gally had already heard him singing.

"Well... It's a work in progress, so don't laugh," Gally just gave a cheeky smile and they continued their way to the Deadheads, "I will find my place, I will fight my way, through the maze, through the maze, through the maze..." he turned to look at (M/n), his smile fading as he heard the words he uttered, "These walls are filled with rage, but I will fight my way..."

"Through the maze," Gally joining him surprised him for a second, but they sang that line two more times, wide smiles on their faces, "It's good! I'm sure the rest will love it, too."

Having arrived at this treehouse, (M/n) headed to his ladder and walked up, "Yeah... Maybe, big guy."

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With the bonfire ready to go, Alby gave the sign to light it up, and cheering filled the Glade. Everyone around ate and drank, chillin' for a while before the fights in the circle would start, and (M/n) was enjoying staying still for a while.

And gulping down Gally's drink, he loved it.

He also finally got to meet the greenie, a chubby kid who had a permanent blush on his round face. He seemed really cute, and also really young, he probably was around thirteen or fourteen years old, definitely making him the youngest so far.

That realization made (M/n) hate even more the people who sent a kid his age to the Glade, to a Maze full of dangerous and deadly creatures, whom the shuck thought that was a good idea? And well, he felt sorry at the fact that the poor greenie had to handle the twins and the Sloppers on his first day around, what a way to ruin the first impression of everyone else.

He got to say hi and introduce himself to the kid, before he got dragged by Doug to the circle, where of course, Gally was waiting for him.

"Ready, bean?" He sighed with a smile, and shrugged.

"Ready as ever."

He and Gally fought like it was usual, the votes split fifty-fifty on who was gonna win, but they were technically both out when Gally tripped over his own two feet and they fell outside the circle with a loud laugh. After that, everyone was eager to fight (M/n), especially Kurt who never really got his rematch.

And both of them decided they wouldn't be testing the greenie, seeing as he was sitting on a log in silence, happily eating his dinner.

They sat far away for a while, resting against one of the biggest logs, their backs turned to the bonfire while they stared into the darkness of the Glade, gazing at the stars dotting the night sky.

Gally began humming, rather quietly, but a lyric never came out. (M/n) recognized it, but he couldn't remember the words, so he simply hummed along. Sometimes he wondered why his life was so full of music, and he wondered if any songs had... Any special meaning to him, it felt like they did, why would he remember them otherwise?

"I'm so happy I met you, (M/n)..." He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed Gally's whisper, followed by the feeling of his hand gently playing with his hair.

He turned to look at him, and smiled, "I'm happy I met you too, Gally."

The blond wrapped his arm around (M/n)'s shoulders and brought him closer, their bodies pressed together as they continued watching the stars shining for a little while longer.

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally maze runner #ftm reader #trans reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fanfiction

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beah388love · 11 days

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Pregnancy swings are doubled…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

Summary: mood swings…

Warnings: Pregnancy,twins,swearing,arguing,shouting!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggie loves you, he fully head over heels for you.

And he knows it. Heck..everyone does.

If you asked him for anything he’d give it to you without hesitation.

Like for example.

“Reggie M’hungry” you said into his chest and he grinned.

“You just had two glasses of apple juice and three ice creams” he chuckled but you did not.

You took a lot of offence to that.

You began crying. “Well I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m fat and look like a whale! I can’t even reach my toes or put my socks and shoes on!”

You cried as you pushed him off of you.

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that!” He said and you just glared at him through teary eyes.

“And you don’t look like a whale! And you’re not fat! Your beautiful and..your carrying two precious little boys in your stomach, so you have to eat for three..” he said holding your bump softly as he kissed you through his sentence.

“Mhm I know..I just feel so big..and annoying” you huffed but Reggie was just so confused.

I mean he thought you was beautiful before, but carrying his children.

You look angelic.

Even when you just wake up or in your sleep, you look magnificent.

How couldn’t you see it?

“Doll..you are absolutely fucking beautiful. And if you can’t see that then you’re crazy” he said looking into your eyes.

“Thank you Reggie” you smirked into his chest again hiding your face.

“Now..what was it your craving? Or should I say what are the twinnies craving?” He grinned and you smirked placing your finger on your chin thinking about the list you wanted.

Pizza? Ice cream? Pickles? All of them?

———

Or when Reggie and Ron poked the ‘mama bear’

You was already in a bad mood, you had none of your favourites sweets left and you got no sleep last night because the twins were kicking you and you big bump was in the way.

“Hello” Ron said as you walked into the carpenters arms after Reggie asked you to meet him there.

“Hey Ronnie” you smiled through your tiredness.

“You tired? You look it” Ron joked but you was not in the mood.

“Yeah I am. Thanks for the compliment” you snapped back

“Calm down doll, he was just joking” Reggie said softly as he gave you a kiss in your temple.

“M’ not in the mood” you huffed as you rested your head on Reggie’s shoulder, closing you eyes as you sighed.

“Yeah. have a sleep while we all work” Ron joked again and reg gave him a little warning glare but Ron grinned.

You huffed annoyed as you tried to ignore him.

“Ooh don’t poke the bear Ron” Leslie chuckled from the bar and you snapped.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shouted to Leslie and Ron and Reggie just sat back and let you get your anger out.

“I’m eating for three! Sleeping for three! I’m growing humans and not one but two! And your doing what?! Fuck all! So shut the fuck up.” You yelled and sighed in relief as you sat back and snuggled into Reggie’s side.

Ron was always impressed by how you wouldn’t take no shit. But Leslie was somewhat shitting himself.

“Well go home in a minute if you want?” Reggie whispered into your hair and you shook your head.

You didn’t want to make Reggie leave because you was tired and moody.

But Reggie didn’t care he wanted to leave ages ago anyway. And he wanted to make sure you had a nap, for yourself and the babies.

After about ten minutes Reggie stood up and cut Leslie off.

“Where are you going?!” Leslie threw his hand out confused and annoyed.

“Look, sought your plan out and come back to me tomorrow alright?” Reggie spoke up and Leslie nodded lightly.

“Good. C’mon doll” Reggie said softly as he helped you up and held a hand on the small of your back as he walked back home with you. You both joking to each other to kill the boredom.

Giving reg a little bit on the chest when he said something a little to dark but you still laughed.

So once you got home he put the telly on and got you as comfortable as he could, having you on your side watching the tv and you held you belly with one arm, underneath and Reggie massaged your bump from behind you.

Occasionally giving you a kiss on the head.

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yostresswritinggirl · 26 days

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hi twinnieee!! this is tofu :)) how have you been? i hope you've been well and happy!!

i'm just here to let you know that i'm applying for UPCAT since it's applicable for me now and i'm still planning on taking psychology, if not philosophy. although it's a pre-law for me now because i want to be a lawyer. haha crazy because i only planned on psychology because of you and had a full-length plan on becoming a forensics psychology ever since you mentioned that course ^^ i'm not expecting that i will pass since i know that the exams will be hard but i will try (iskolar ng bayan pls) (if hindi pumasa hello green school live jesus in our hearts forever na anthem ko hanggang mamatei)

anywayss, i just want to thank you because if not for you, i wouldn't dream of going to UP and i wouldn't dream of taking psychology ^^ i might be somewhere deep into doing something i don't even want so thank you a lot haha (im sorry im becoming sentimental its just that i was doing my applications earlier and then i thought of you and then stared at the wall) and also i'm turning 18 this year :')) the 18 plan has been out of the window ever since and i always remember your words, and i have more things to plan and look forward to <33

thank you again!! you were and always will be such a huge source of comfort and inspiration for me <33 i appreciate you and everything that you do. please continue on being a kind and good person that you are and i hope that you'll only have happiness and love !!

TWINNIE, TOFU, HOLY FUC

It's already been that long omayghad aldbdowkl it's finally here oh I'm so anxious and excited and so EVERYTHING for you right now! You're gonna do great, remember my points, and even if you don't it doesn't always mean you did bad! Make sure to add two choices for your course and remember that if you get in to your second choice, you can still shift - and if you don't get in, you can repeal with any of the campus but you CAN'T change campuses if that's the case. UPCAT is all about strategies and also a bit of chance with the slots, take it in stride whatever outcome you get!

I can't believe - I didn't know how much that meant to you and I had to take a bit of a break after seeing all of this because I've been just hit with the feels and couldn't form words, twinnie 😭out of all the things, a lawyer - actually you're a very strong-minded and willed individual that knows where their heart is and stands by it, you're going to do so many great things! Psychology or lawyer!

Thank you as well, you have no idea how much I love you as my twinnie and friend in my journey in this hellsite hgnhnghg gigil *ruffles your hair* thank you for remembering me in a good light and aaaa advanced happy 18th! Celebrate it however you like there will always be more birthdays and more chance for greater celebrations!

I can't stop saying thank you - but thank you so much for this message twinnie, I really needed that. And as for you, I really do hope you get into UP so that you can focus on your studies while having fun in such an environment that I know you'll thrive and grow in, but my greatest advice is to just keep being you and keep moving forward towards the thing you love and believe in. Surround yourself with the people and things you love and your kindness and goodness I know and love will shine through naturally and just as much :')

#tofu hoe #exile.goblet #it's been so long omg #years apart but time still flows and I'm glad it's flowing well for you :'D #THIS IS SO LONG I'M SORRY #and goddamn second sweet message from anons #you're all growing :'))))

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somajean · 7 months

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Going through my pieces- Art of Twinnie that I just never actually finished. I sent it to a friend, once, and they sent me back the eyes cropped saying nothing but *perish.* I think the psychic damage from that encounter haunts me to this day.

#vhd #Vampire Hunter D #Twin D #SJHArt #For the record I did draw his nipple #Then specifically strategically edited a bandaid onto the WIP #So I could post it in a SFW discord.#Not my best moment.

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taizi · 1 year

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give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter nine: don’t know where we’re going but i’d like to be by your side

rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 4k title borrowed from are you bored yet? by wallows post-movie

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The next time Yuichi is invited to the lair, five very significant things happen.

1. Leonardo meets Yuichi’s friends

The first thing Leonardo announces to his family when he tumbles through the portal between Usagi Farm and his own living room is “Kitsune and I are gonna STEAL!”

His siblings take a moment to absorb that and then look behind him at Yuichi, who had all but shoved Leonardo in and then hustled through himself.

Yuichi, feeling harassed, says, “They are not going to steal.”

The last forty-five minutes have felt like a four-day marathon.

Yuichi is spending the day at the lair, on Leonardo’s invitation, with the added assurance that his family would love to have him. When the striped turtle initially offered to portal him there and back, Yuichi leapt on the offer embarrassingly quickly.

He would never admit it on pain of death, but here’s Yuichi’s reasoning: if he doesn’t have to spend nearly an hour driving each way, that’s an additional two hours he gets to spend with his favorite person, so yes. As much as he loves his bike, he’s team portal.

They made these plans a week ago, and Yuichi’s first mistake was mentioning it to Gen. So he wasn’t expecting his friends’ ambush the second Leonardo stepped through the portal into the yard, but he probably should have been.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Chizu said, in a way that made it clear she was not asking. “We’ll get parfaits.”

Leonardo, who had been on the farm for all of three minutes at that point, which was more than enough time for him to have collected two small children and one small dinosaur, said, “Uh, yeah. Okay. Can lizards have dairy?”

Yuichi didn’t even have time to worry about his friends and Leonardo not getting along, because at the very first sign of being left behind by the teenagers, Sonoko and Momiji pitched a fit loud enough that it attracted Jomei and Botan, who were quick to join in.

This is usually when he strong-armed them back into the house, but Leonardo said, ostensibly to Gen but with his voice pitched loud and performative so the children take notice, “What do you think? Should we bring all the well-behaved bunnies back a treat?”

It worked like a charm, because of course it did, because that was the cousins’ angle in the first place. Once they were mollified, Yuichi’s group could escape, and Chizu said, “You shouldn’t let them play you like that, Leo. Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

“I was gonna get them ice cream anyway,” he replied. “Let them think they won, it’s good for their devious little brains.”

“Are you speaking from experience?” Gen rumbled, his tone warm with good humor. “Is this a lesson from the school of ninja?”

“Oh, sure.” Leonardo guided Champion up onto his shoulder, where she curled around his neck like a scaly scarf, so his hands were free to fold in the pose of a wise old master. “Lesson one—strike hard, fade away into the night, and always let the babies in the room think they’re smarter than you. That way they’re never actually smarter than you.”

“And have the funds to buy their loyalty,” Kitsune pointed out.

“That’s the easy part. Donnie’s been seeding funds from untraceable backdoors into Fortune 500 companies for years,” Leonardo said. He turned to walk backwards, leveling them all with a narrow stare. “And I don’t wanna hear any judgment from the Samurai Squad about it, either. My twinnie’s single-handedly kept the lights on by stealing from people so rich they don’t even notice.”

Chizu and Yuichi sighed at the same time. Gen laughed. Because Kitsune bounced up to her full height, shoulders squared, and announced, “I steal, too! I’m basically Robin Hood, without all the murder! Last month I did a casino sweep, baby!”

Leonardo’s eyes brightened. “Tell me everything about that right now.”

So, within minutes, Yuichi went from being really excited that his favorite people were getting along, to being absolutely certain in the knowledge that Kitsune and Leonardo could never be left unsupervised, ever, because they were the exact same level of chaos gremlin.

Gen was easy. He’s a straightforward person, and there are certain qualities he admires that Leonardo has in spades. His battle-scars and the weapons strapped to his shell cut him a dangerous figure. His obnoxious laughter when Yuichi tried to hop over a puddle and landed in mud instead softened him again. So Gen challenged him to an arm-wrestling match, and then best two of three, and then best seven of ten, and then Champion bit Gen’s thumb with her tiny baby teeth for hogging her person. But by then Leonardo had cemented himself as a Cool Guy in Gen’s eyes.

Chizu was more exacting than that, and sometimes her protective nature could turn sharp against people, and Yuichi was worried she might be unkind. But she studied Leonardo’s interactions with Gen, how unfazed he was by Gen’s size and how he didn’t treat the rhino’s simplicity as stupidity.

And she observed the way he and Kitsune matched each other’s energy, both of them a clever trickster learning the ins and outs of the other’s wits. When Kitsune withdrew her cute qiankun bag to show him some of her favorite purloined gems and trinkets, Leonardo responded in kind, pulling his phone out and swiping through a photo album of some of the best things his brother had invented with his stolen means.

And she watched him dither over the ice cream menu, dragging Yuichi over by the sleeve to help him pick out treats for the kids back home, charming the yokai employee behind the stand into making the world’s tiniest strawberry soft serve for Champion. And it seemed to be enough.

On the walk back to the farm, Gen lifted the bags out of Leonardo’s hands so he didn’t have to juggle everything and a lizard, and Leonardo didn’t even notice because Kitsune was distracting him by outlining, in great detail, her dream of successfully pulling off the world’s biggest art heist one day—not even because she likes art, just because—and Chizu looked past the three of them to meet Yuichi’s eyes.

She tipped her head towards Leonardo, raised a brow, and smiled. It very clearly said Okay, he’ll do.

But she wouldn’t be Chizu if she didn’t like to make people sweat, so when they were back at Yuichi’s house and handing off ice cream to greedy little kids, and Leonardo was beginning tense negotiations with Champion, who had decided the inside of his jacket was the perfect place to hide from the injustice of being left behind again, Chizu barked, “Leo!”

He jumped a foot. Dangling from his elbow, Momiji giggled.

“Jesus—what??”

“Next Thursday, we meet in battle,” she said. “Go match. Bring your wits.”

“Good thing I bring those with me everywhere. You’re on,” Leonardo said, all bold, unflinching confidence. Then he opened Google on his phone, frantically typing “how to play Go beginner cheat sheet” into the search bar. Yuichi loved this idiot with his whole chest.

“And don’t forget!” Kitsune shouted. “Art heist! This summer! The Louvre!!”

“Art heist!” Leonardo shouted back, and that was when Yuichi decided it was time to go for real.

And now Leonardo is telling Michelangelo, “We’re so gonna steal.”

“I still have custody of your dinosaur,” Yuichi mentions in a loud voice, which is enough to make Leonardo heave an exaggerated sigh and roll his eyes and move onto something else.

“You’re not gonna be able to hold Champy against him forever,” April points out, sounding amused.

“I know,” Yuichi says woefully. “I’ll figure something else out.”

2. Yuichi meets the Hamato patriarch

Yuichi doesn’t even realize there’s an additional presence in the room until the very last second.

Something goes flying at the back of his head, and he whirls around and deflects it with the flat of his hand, spiking it into the ground like a volleyball.

Only it’s not a volleyball, it’s something delicate and made of what sounds like porcelain? Given the tinkling little noise it makes as it breaks into about a billion pieces?

Yuichi only has about three seconds to be completely mortified before the turtles and April erupt into hysterical laughter. Even Casey is smothering giggles behind his hand.

“Dad, was that your favorite teacup?” Donatello asks, lowering his goggles over his eyes and twisting one of the lenses, as if he’s zooming in with a camera to capture his father’s gobsmacked expression in full detail. “Was it? Dad, was it?”

“Oh my god it’s so broken,” Michelangelo wheezes, hugging his stomach. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“I thought he would catch it!” the rat says, waving his hands above his head. “Why would you just—why would—”

“That’s what you get, pops,” Raphael butts in. “It was rude of you to throw stuff at our friend.”

He pats Yuichi on the back warmly, and it’s an unmistakably friendly gesture, but there’s enough force behind it to send any normal person toppling forward. Yuichi grew up with an affectionate rhinoceros for a best friend and knows when to lock his knees. He doesn’t even sway under the touch and offers Raphael a smile.

“Yeah, you missed the boat, Splints,” April says, wiping the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand, glasses all askew. “Besides, my boy Usagi here is a keeper.”

“Hmph,” Splinter says, shrugging his hands into the sleeves of his robe. “Just because he’s swayed the rest of you to the dark side, I won’t be deceived. Besides, Baby Blue is much too young for—”

“PAPA,” Leonardo all but shrieks. He looks mortified. All of his siblings are glaring daggers at the rat now. Yuichi thinks he missed something, because he has no idea where Splinter was going with that statement. Too young for—? The dark side? Is this a Star Wars thing? Botan loves those movies.

Disgruntled, but unwilling to fight all six of his kids all at once, Splinter says, “He can keep up with Blue, at least. Who was your teacher, little rabbit?”

Yuichi straightens, lifting his chin. He can feel himself brighten, his smile growing into a grin. He’s so proud to be her student, he always loves when he can boast, “Karasu-Tengu-sensei! She’s the best!”

Splinter’s expression changes immediately. The grumpy, displeased look falls away and he somehow manages to look pale through his fur.

“Karasu-Tengu? That terrifying creature is your sensei?”

Yuichi nods cheerfully. She is terrifying. She can quell even the biggest meanest yokai with a single look. He’s seen her do it. It’s amazing. He wants to be just like her when he grows up.

“Oh—well, then,” Splinter says, and reaches up to pat Yuichi on the head clumsily. “Ah, that’s. Wonderful. How lucky we are to have you in our home. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to speak up. And if your—sensei—asks, tell her I said you’re a delightful boy and my son is better off for knowing you.”

Leonardo and his siblings all have a look of slow-dawning delight on their faces. Yuichi wasn’t expecting such a glowing endorsement just minutes after getting a teacup lobbed at his head, but he certainly isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Usagi, listen,” Donatello says suddenly. “This is so important. We have to have your teacher over for dinner.”

“No, like, we have to,” Michelangelo adds, super intense.

“She’s traveling now, but when she gets back, I’ll let her know!” Yuichi says, pleased.

For whatever reason, Splinter looks like he’s going through the five stages of grief.

3. Donatello finishes the electro-yoyo

He comes out of the lab singed and covered in soot, yo-yo in hand. He doesn’t seem to mind that the toy quite literally blew up in his face, and none of his siblings treat this as anything entirely out of the ordinary either.

The armored turtle holds it out to him. Slowly, gingerly, Yuichi stretches his hands out to take it. It doesn’t explode.

“So it looks like your yo-yo has a ghost,” Donatello says unremarkably.

“I’m sorry?” Yuichi says, still holding the toy at arms’ length.

“It’s okay, our ghost is scarier,” he adds, and holds up a hand without looking to fist-bump April, for some reason.

It still needs some testing before Donatello is satisfied enough to call it finished, so they go to the dojo for that, where a very sad-looking training dummy is pushed into the middle of the room.

Although the yo-yo is heavier now, reinforced with metal plating and whatever tiny gizmos Donatello has packed inside, it’s still a familiar shape in Yuichi’s hand. But he’s never used it as a weapon before, and he finds himself at a bit of a loss until Michelangelo helpfully compares it to a kusari-fundo.

“I used to have one,” the smallest turtle says brightly. “It got broken, but I saved the fire spirit that lived inside it. It lives in a camping lantern in my room now.”

“Wait, what?” all three of his brothers say at the same time.

“Anyway,” Michelangelo goes on, “has your sensei ever let you train with rope or chain before? Maybe if you think of it like that you’ll have a better idea how to use it!”

It helps a lot, actually. Within twenty minutes, Yuichi has a pretty good handle on how to use the toy as a flail, and also how to loop it around the dummy’s neck or arm, the weighted disc hooking over the reinforced string and creating a collar that only tightens the more you pull.

And the electroshock function definitely works. After the second small fire they have to put out, the dummy’s materials decidedly not conducive to this area of testing, Donatello marks the yo-yo down as a unilateral success.

4. The hooks come out of Leonardo’s shell

Sometime after lunch, Splinter comes back into the room. He’s holding a cup of tea in hand, steaming and faintly fragrant.

Leonardo makes a face at it, but when April bumps their shoulders together, he takes it without argument.

“Mandrake tea,” he says when he notices Yuichi’s curious look. Ah, that explains both the smell and Leonardo’s distaste. It’s very medicinal, and tastes like how Yuichi imagines drinking perfume out of the bottle might. But its restorative properties are second-to-none. “Barry was basically funneling it down our throats after the invasion. These losers got to stop drinking it weeks ago.”

“I think that would make us winners,” Donatello says mildly.

“Barry?” Yuichi asks.

“Our weird stepdad kind of?” Leonardo explains, his tone raising at the end like he’s not sure. “He threw me off a roof once. Now he works at April’s old high school.”

There’s really not a lot Yuichi can think of to say to that, so he settles for, “Okay then.”

Splinter taps Leonardo’s chin gently. “I’ll still make you drink it, even if you let it get cold,” the rat says, not unkindly. “It certainly won’t taste better out of the microwave.”

Leonardo wrinkles his beak—cute, the unhelpful part of Yuichi’s brain supplies—but keeps sipping. Apparently, it’s his last dose, because as soon as he hands the empty cup off, he’s shrugging out of the jacket of the day—pink, this time, and so big on him that Yuichi knows who it must belong to even before Leonardo bundles it up and shoves it toward his eldest brother.

And then his shell is on full display, for the first time since the invasion. Yuichi has seen his plastron, and he can see that the dramatic cracks there have faded into faint pencil-mark lines, but he’s never so much as glimpsed the damage done to Leonardo’s carapace.

It’s a lot. It’s a roadmap of cruelty. The pretty patterns on the shell are interrupted by jagged dashes, like scarring where the pieces have fused back together after it was crushed. At a glance, Yuichi has no idea how his friend could have survived it in the first place. The mandrake tea and that healing coma—mystic in nature, he’s beginning to suspect—might have saved his life.

Turtle shells are so fundamentally important to their overall health, and infection is a very real fear. So it’s very likely that, in part, Leonardo was keeping it covered up to protect the hooks and bandages that were keeping the broken edges of the keratin together.

But from the way his shoulders hunch up to his jawline the second his back is exposed, Yuichi also gets the sense that he’s ashamed.

Splinter sounds a little choked up when he says, “Oh, Blue. Your shell has healed perfectly. We can take these hooks out now, and sand you down, and you’ll be as good as new.”

“Ooh, sanding, that’ll feel nice,” Michelangelo says enthusiastically. “It’ll be like a spa day!”

He hopped up onto the infirmary bed next to Leonardo the second the jacket came off, and he’s been scooting closer by the second, and now he’s tucking himself under Leonardo’s arm. Yuichi is standing behind Leonardo, so he can’t see what his face is doing, but it’s clearly causing Michelangelo some real distress. The rest of his siblings look grim and miserable, too.

Yuichi remembers the first time he sat in Leonardo’s bedroom, looking at those cracks in his plastron and thinking they were perfect, because those cracks meant his shell did its job and held up to a horrifying enemy and protected the precious life in its care.

He stands by that.

So he puts a hand on Leonardo’s carapace, and smiles a little when Leonardo jolts in surprise and then goes perfectly still. Rabbit behavior.

The pad of his thumb brushes over one of those healed lines, where it cuts through the pale blue pattern, and Yuichi says, “Have you ever heard of kintsukuroi?”

Almost immediately, Donatello’s phone is in his hand. April and Casey lean over his shoulders from each side to watch as he looks it up. Raphael leans over his head.

Leonardo’s breath shudders when he goes to answer, so he clears his throat and tries again.

“Can’t say I have. Fill me in, Cottontail.”

Rolling his eyes, feeling nothing but fondness, Yuichi says, “It means ‘golden repair.’ It’s the art of repairing broken pottery with gold.” Making something more beautiful for having broken in the first place, he thinks, but doesn’t have the courage to say out loud.

Donatello wordlessly turns his phone around so his little brothers can see the Google Image results. Michelangelo says, “Oh, oh wow, Leo! Leo I’m getting so many amazing ideas right now! You have to be my canvas later, okay? Promise?”

Leonardo laughs. It’s a breathless, punched-out sound, and it’s not the bright thing it’s supposed to be, the bright thing it was learning how to be again, but it’s still there. That’s the whole point. That’s the whole miracle.

“More good news,” Donatello says, his eyes trained without blinking on his twin’s down-turned face. “Your cast can come off, too.”

It does the job. Leonardo’s head jerks up, and he says, “Really?”

“Really really,” Donatello replies, smiling slightly. If Yuichi didn’t know him as well as he did now, he might have missed it. “That’s two reallys. To the lab, dum-dum.”

The four youngest Hamatos ramble off together like a very noisy, many-legged creature, hooting and pinballing off the walls and attached at the shoulders. The eldest two stay behind. Their father makes noises about calling someone named Draxum with an update on Leonardo’s progress “so he gets off my tail!” and hobbles from the room.

“You’re a sweetheart,” April says, resting an arm on Yuichi’s shoulder. “Golden repair, huh?”

“I meant it,” he says, lifting his chin.

“Me, too,” she counters evenly.

They watch as Leonardo jumps onto Donatello’s back, nearly causing his purple-banded brother to fall on his face to said brother’s very vocal displeasure, and they disappear from view inside the lab. Casey and Michelangelo are laughing as they pile in after them.

“Yeah, so it’s going to be heckin’ impossible to keep him still after this,” Raphael says off-handedly. He glances down at Yuichi and says, “Wanna stay for a spar?”

Which leads to the fifth, and most significant event of the day:

5. Yuichi and Leonardo spar

Leonardo springs to the center of the mats and turns to face the rest of them with a dramatic twirl. Leonardo is looking right at Yuichi, a devilish grin on his face, bright eyes pinning him in place like a butterfly to corkboard.

“The rematch of the century,” he crows, arms spread out to his sides, as he’s rallying an audience of hundreds, “the tortoise and the hare, a one-night special engagement, here to set the record straight once and for all!”

“We’re not racing, idiot,” Yuichi says, unable to help smiling at him as he slides his jacket off and unbelts Edgewing from his hip. He hands them off to Raphael and steps onto the mats readily. “But I guess I have time to teach you a thing or two.”

“Alexa, play ‘Smooth’ by Santana!” Michelangelo calls out, as eagerly as if he’s just been waiting for this opportunity, and across the room, the speaker system blinks to life.

“Thank you, Michael,” Leonardo says pointedly, like he would use much stronger words if their father wasn’t in the room. And then he dives forward and Yuichi meets him halfway.

Leonardo is clearly holding back, because the dojo is small and because Yuichi isn’t one of the super-powered brothers he’s used to tumbling around with, and maybe also because he’s been out of commission for a little over two months now.

But even with all of that, he’s fast. Fast enough that Yuichi can feel his blood begin to race a shis body prepares itself for the upcoming workout.

It isn’t really kata. It’s definitely not the type of sparring Yuichi would practice under sensei’s disciplined eye.

It’s more of a game, an effortless back-and-forth. And it’s fun. And Yuichi is fast, too.

They trade blows and blocks and dance around each other like they’ve been doing exactly this for years and years. Leonardo moves like a construct of wind and mischief, never pulling the same move twice, zigging when it would make more sense for him to zag, and it costs all of Yuichi’s attention and intuition to keep up with him.

Yuichi is aware of the others filing out of the dojo. Michelangelo and April are all but shoving Splinter out the door ahead of them. But it’s second-hand awareness at best.

All of his focus belongs to the boy in front of him. They’re alone in the room with alternative rock crooning out of the huge speaker system in the corner and the walls are so tall and so close that it creates a reverb, an echo chamber. It’s music and motion and Leonardo’s gold eyes, his flashbang grin, and the blood in Yuichi’s veins is singing. His heart is straining at the seams.

This is a conversation. This is hey, I know you, you’re just like me.

When Leonardo aims a kick at Yuichi’s left shoulder, Yuichi catches his leg and holds it there, and kicks his other leg out from under him in the next second. The turtle goes down with an oof and before he can twist up to his feet again, Yuichi pins him.

He’s straddling Leonardo’s middle, knees planted against the mat on either side of him, forearm pressed to his neck. If it were a real battle, against an actual enemy, he would have a blade pressed there instead. The match is decidedly his.

His chest is heaving with exertion and that giddy runner’s-high feeling and he knows he’s probably grinning wildly.

Leonardo is staring up at him like Yuichi is the first point of light after days in the dark. He looks so cute, all wide-eyed and winded. Yuichi leans in, so that they’re nose-to-nose and all that gold belongs to him, just for this one moment. What a prize.

“I win,” Yuichi says smugly.

“Uh-huh,” Leonardo replies, sort of faint. “You got me.”

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #leoichi #usagi yuichi #hamato leonardo #my writing #tmnt fic #these bright blue city lights

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rightpastnowhere · 1 year

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look, i am terrible at picking things, but I <3 you and I <3 your headcanons! so you choose which five you want to give me! :)

sjjfkejfkdjdj that’s fair!!!! let’s see…….

deities au!! i think that caters to a lot of people

send me an au (either one of your choosing or one from this list!!) and i’ll give you 5 headcanons

1. a lot of god stuff for vox machina has vex and vax as a pair of opposite domains cause twin things, which i love!!! so much!!!! that trope is one of my absolute faves, and i love putting the twins as the sun and moon gods because i can compare them both apollo and artemis each. but!! for this au i'm shaking it up - vex is going to be the god of the sun, and vax is going to be the god of shadows. instead of two opposite concepts, they are two concepts that are connected. you can't have shadows without light, and vex is like,,, the sun. that's the og light source. so. twinnies <333

2. vox machina, as the first party played (and the only party to reach level 20 so far), are gonna be like,,, the main gods, the most powerful ones. the mighty nein will be the next on the hierarchy of power, with bells hells below them but still gods. the other parties will just be background characters tho

3. percy is an outlier among VM, he's a god who started out as... not a human, per se, but not a god. some kind of demigod or mythical thing. but then whatever this au's briarwoods parallel will be happens, and through some Things and Shenanigans, he ends up as a full-blown god

4. trinket is a constellation spirit!!! vex has a connection to all the constellations, but she is especially attached to trinket, and since he's only visible during the nighttime sky, he hangs out with vex in the daytime

5. vex glows!! she is the sun, so of course she glows!! she grows brighter when she's excited, angry, or happy. she's a lil lightbulb <3

#HERE WE GO #sorry i took a while to get to these!!!#finals week really do be occurring in this house #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #perc'ahlia #critical role #vox machina #vex’ahlia #perc’ahlia #katia-dreamer #vox machina deities au #i should start tagging these #ask meme

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famefound · 11 months

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Trying to think what I want to do with this blog. 🤔

As you may all be aware, I haven’t been the most active on here recently! No one’s fault but my own , but I am getting weird vibes on here that is keeping me away. Twinnie suggested I move him to the multi, but IDK. I don’t want to do that. Scott is my baby, and I want to give him the love he deserves on a separate blog. Especially since he is almost hitting a full decade since i’ve had him. But I’m also struggling to have the motivation to be active on his own blog, which pains me.

Part of me feels like Scott is going through a period of growing, background wise, and he isn’t exactly telling me what it is of course 😂. So it leaves me stuck about how to handle him until he figures his shit out LMAO. But unfortunately, the side effect of that makes me feel like he is boring , which I know isn’t the case. I feel he is well-rounded character, but I do feel there is something...missing and he could be improved on.

Also, I guess there is another thing.... if you read this, I just want ya’lls honesty. Does a hollywood OC seem intimidating? I know I’ve had a few people for the past decade tell me that they don’t know how to RP with him because of who and what he is, and I guess that has been sticking with me all this time even though I try to shove that thought out like a gross uninvited guest?? I try to make verses to make him easier to interact with if his main actor verse cannot be an option at all but...

IDK, I’m about to take a shower and ponder. I know I want to give him a fresh new carrd and update so many things... but do I also need to move him to a new blog to hopefully get that spark back?? I hate to move him again though and I’m just UHGHFGHGFDh.

I just miss him being active :C.

#&&. Off Set ( OOC )

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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HI THANK YOU FOR THE NEW CHAPTER. You slayed as usual and I’m so excited for whoever Daemon is going to slay in the future 😈 I was looking forward to feral and the council scene delivered 🤌🏻 I feel really bad for Daemon but I’m also proud of him for making a clear stand against his older brother. How does Viserys feel about this? Does he feel bad or is he like “meh I always forgive my brother when I exile him, surely he’ll get over this after a while”

I really loved the detail of Daemon getting the the heads of the attackers pickled. Did Ulla do it? Idk if they had the proper chemicals to preserve heads for that long back then but to add on to the anon who asked if one of the twins would brag about surviving an assassination, what if they do and they have the pickled head on a shelf in their bedroom? They’ll bring their friends over like “Oh yeah I’m so cool I survived and assassination! And my dad had the head of the attacker pickled for me. It’s over there” all smug while their friends stare in horror.

Objectively, I totally understand Alicent’s side of the story and I feel for her. She does not deserve what she’s going through. But I’m biased and I don’t like her in this fic so I kinda hope that when Larys dies she’s very sad cause she lost her only friend. 😇

Miss Em how are youu? I hope you’re doing well and your students are slightly less obnoxious lately. Also, Australian uni sounds so nice, only four tests a semester?! I don’t have a lot of tests aside from midterms and finals because of my major but I feel like I write essays every week rip.

-💎

Hey, 💎!

I'm so glad you liked the latest chapter! Feral!Daemon is always a fun time. I've enjoyed cracking him out for a bit; he's been a bit lovey-dovey lately and like, yeah, because Babey's pregnant and can't do all the gross stuff he likes (and also her bein' pregnant makes her all soft and round and sweet and it's activating his mama-bear instincts and YES I did mean 'mama'-bear haha), but also bleugh because Daemon's not a lovey-dovey guy. He's noice and soft with her now, but when them babies are out and her systems are good to go y'all know he's gettin' nasty with her. Kinda nawww, kinda gross, definitely ick. Love that for him.

I honestly think Vissie T is the expert in denial; self-denial, denial in general, you name it. No one gaslights him better than his own damn self, so I fully believe he's convinced himself it's "just another Daemon tantrum lol". A guy who's fucked up so consistently can't be anything but delusional to be able to live with himself and his choices. (I do actually like him haha, buuuuut he's also SO easy to pick on as a source of conflict.)

Daemon pickling the head is fucking disgusting, and I couldn't help but to add that bit because it's so wonderfully unhinged and exactly the sort of thing you should add in a throwaway comment because to him, there's nothing wrong with it (oh my god lol). You should absolutely hack off a dead guy's head and pickle it in a jar so that you can carry it around and use it to threaten people. Daemon life advice right there. I figured Ulla did it, yeah - in this instance, I said "fuck it" and figured if they can have dragons, they can pickle shit in a jar haha. I had thought about Daemon giving the head to the twinnies as their very first gift lol, which seems so funny but I worry also too funny for the vibe I intend to go for.

Alicent is a character that I have complicated feelings for; on the one hand, she's been forced into her position and she's clearly not happy being the wife of a decaying corpse who's A) your former BFF's dad and B) is decomposing literally, never mind the fact that he so obviously sees her as second-best to the memory of his dead first wife. Who the hell would be sane putting up with that? But she's also someone with a great capacity and depth for hypocrisy, I feel, and the circumstances she is in don't give her the right to treat other characters the way she does. In the fic, she makes some really appalling choices that have major impact on others while thinking she's doing the right thing. I hope that comes across!

I'm doing okay, thank you! I think I'm finally starting to get somewhere with these kids, though that might be the whole 'nearing the end of term' thing speaking. My uni experience might be limited to my speciality (like, pretty sure science fields are all sorts of awful AF haha), but yeah it was pretty chill. How you goin'? You sound stressed! PLEASE keep in mind lol that I'm an English teacher, so if you're ever desperate enough to ask for them essay-writing assistances I'm a ho for that haha. Hope you're doing okay!!!

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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ahh!! happy soon to be birthday! mine is one the 14th july. july birthday twinnie. 😆 may i have number 6 from list 1? thank you so much!! 😄

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!! <3 I hope you have had a lovely day.

I yet again managed to turn a fluffy prompt into something hurt/comfort. I promise you guys the next one will be fluffy haha

The prompt is: "Take my affection before I choke you with it”

-x-

Per Aspera Ad Astra

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of injury/hospitals

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He was being impossible.

Emily was trying her best to keep her cool, to give him the space that he so clearly wanted, but he was hurt and needed her help whether he liked it or not.

He’d been released from the hospital that morning, a bag full of painkillers she knew she’d have to convince him to take, and appointments for physical therapy that she would make sure he went to. He’d gone to his room to nap almost as soon as they got back to his apartment, the hours she spent alone on his couch passing by in a blur. Her eyes fixed on the spot where his blood had stained the carpet, still able to see it despite the hours she and Penelope had spent cleaning it up.

When he joins her he doesn’t speak to her, just sits next to her on the couch, and they both ignore the way he groans in pain when he sits down.

“I was thinking of ordering in pizza,” she says trying to smile at him, “I’m sure it’s not what the doctor meant when he said we need to get some calories into you, but it’s a start.”

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t acknowledge her weak attempt at humour, he simply continues to stare forward, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of them.

“I’m not hungry.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to keep her cool, his attitude starting to wear on her. Her endless patience for him close to snapping.

“Aaron-”

“You should go home, Emily.”

She can’t stop the dry laugh that escapes, not phased at all by the glare he sends her way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, her eyes fixed on his, “either I’m staying here with you, or I’m taking you back to the hospital since your release was dependant on someone being with you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, but you do need someone to look after you,” she says, sadness creeping into her voice, “you can barely lift your arms without it hurting, Aaron.”

As if to prove her point, he winces as he shifts on the couch, one of his many wounds pulling, the stitches still fresh. It felt like a physical ache to see him like this, how he so clearly hated being so vulnerable even in front of her. She hated it too, how Foyet had been able to take so much from him, even some of the dignity Aaron held in such high regard.

She was mad at herself for how much she was worried she’d lose him, when, for now, he’d lost his son and his ex-wife to this. She yearned for how things were even just a couple of weeks ago. Laying in his bed together, tangled up in the sheets as talked into the small hours of the morning, exchanging lazy kisses and hopes for the future, both skirting around the fact they saw each other in every version of it.

He was pulling away from her and it hurt. She knew it was through some messed up hope to protect her, like it wasn’t sheer dumb luck that saw her going home to her own apartment the night he was attacked, instead of home with him like she usually did. If Foyet had been watching Aaron he knew about their relationship.

They’d stopped being subtle about it a while ago.

He looks so sad, so wretched, she reaches out for him, her hand on his knee. He jumps like he’s been hit, cursing as the movement causes him more pain.

“Honey-” She says, her voice catching in her throat, but he cuts over her, anger at the situation they’d found themselves in misdirected at her.

“Just leave me alone, Emily. Just fucking leave me alone.” He seethes, clenching his jaw tightly, his whole body tense. He’d never spoken to her like that before, never yelled at her in their personal relationship, and for a second it shocks her, makes her freeze, but she shakes her head, huffing out a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh.

“No.”

He frowns at her, his expression stern. “Prentiss-”

“No.” She says, firmer this time, cutting him off. “You’re not Hotch here, and I’m not your employee. I’m your fucking girlfriend, Aaron and I’m trying to look after you.” She furiously wipes her tears from her cheek the sight of them making his expression soften slightly, her sadness his achilles heel. “I know you’re scared, and I know you’re in pain, but you have got to stop pushing me away. Because it won’t work. Whether you like it or not I’m sticking around, even if you hate me for it. That’s what you do for people you love, so just take my affection before I choke you with it.”

The silence around them is deafening when she stops, the loudest it had ever been between them, the air thick with tension.

“What did you say?” He asks, his voice a whisper against the quietness.

At first, she isn’t sure what he is talking about, her eyebrows creasing as she plays her words back over in her head, her eyes widening in realisation as she picks up on what he means.

They hadn’t said it yet, had skirted around the words they knew the other felt. A confession of love something they both struggled with, convinced for entirely different reasons it was a death warrant for the relationship they both held so dear.

She sighs, “Aaron-”,

“I love you too, Em.” He says, his voice softer than it had been in days, the tone he usually only used for her and Jack seeping through. “That’s why I’ve been…” he shakes his head at himself reaching out and touching her, his hand against her thigh, his skin burning her through the material of her jeans, “I’ve been trying to protect you.”

“From what?” She asks incredulously, “Foyet?” She blows out a breath as he nods and shifts closer to him, careful to do it slowly so she doesn’t jostle him, not wanting to cause him any more pain. She cups his cheek, leans forward and presses her forehead to his, “baby, if he’s been watching you, he already knows about us.” He closes his eyes, and she knows all she’s done is confirm something he already knew, the truth buried deep underneath his fear. “Pushing me away won’t achieve anything except making yourself more miserable.”

“You deserve better,” he says, his voice ragged, “you shouldn’t have to look after me, I can’t even shower alone for fuck sake.”

She pulls back to look at him, tilting his head so his eyes have to meet hers. “What if it was me?”

He frowns. “What?”

“If it was me that was hurt, that needed looking after, would you walk away? Leave me to it?”

He looks offended as if the mere suggestion he would do hurt him. “No, of course not.”

“Then why would I do that to you?” She asks, her voice shaking slightly. “I love you, Aaron, more than I thought was possible, so please let me help, ok?”

It takes a moment, but he nods, finally relenting, and she feels some of the tightness in her chest dissipate for the first time since she realised he was missing.

“I’m sorry,” he says, one corner of his lips twitching in a sad smile, “I know I’ve been awful to be around.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” she says, even though that wasn’t strictly true, “just try and let me be here from now on.” He nods again and she smiles at him, leaning forward to stamp her lips against his, doing it again before she pulls away. She stands up and heads towards the kitchen. “I’ll get the menu so we can decide what we want.” She says as if they didn’t always order the same food.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.”

The use of the nickname he hadn’t used since he woke up in hospital makes her stomach flip, the tiniest bit of hope taking root. The seed of it planting deep in her chest, ready to bloom, enough to carry both of them through.

“We’ll get them back, Aaron.” She says, turning back to look at him, “we’ll find him and then we’ll get them back.”

He smiles at her, the closest one to his real one since before they left for Canada, the last time things were as close to normal as they got for them.

“I know.”

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