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i’ll never get over the headcanon that sniper is younger than scout by like a year and the only reason he looks like he’s 40 is bc he’s never had a stress-free day in his life
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i'm gonna throw the fuck up
#i feel physically ill#i can't fucking believe this was actually sponsored#this was ALLOWED#rtvs#wayneradiotv#radio tv solutions#wrtv#spaghetti wall
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Title: Bad Day
Summary: Neymar is having a bad day and he does not want company. He had made that clear but someone knocks on his door anyway. Spoiler alert: it’s Leo who just wants to help and Ney doesn’t mind one bit.
Pairing: Neymessi [Neymar and Messi]
Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, mutual pinning, very, very low key hurt/comfort
Third person’s POV
Neymar is having a bad day. Why? Firstly, Davi was supposed to come tomorrow but his flight got delayed because of bad weather. He understands, really he does, but he had so much planned as it was his day off and he could have spent the whole day with him. No interruptions.
Secondly, he woke up with the worst migraine known to men, causing him to mess up countless times in practice. To the point that even Masche had asked him if he was alright. His coach has never sent him this many dirty looks in a single day before.
And thirdly, there is a new rumor about him floating around. He has seen articles saying that he is apparently dating a Spanish model named Camila. He has only met her ONCE, at a party. He had merely shook her hand too, it was not as if he kissed her cheek or something. He has only recently broken up with Bruna. What are his friends thinking of him now?
So yes, he is having a bad day and for once, he does not want company. He is pretty sure his moody aura at training had made that abundantly clear, so why is someone knocking on his door? At - he turns to look at his clock - 9 pm?
Sighing, he chugs his glass of water in one go and goes to open the door, gasping when he sees who is behind it. It’s Leo, looking soft and cuddly in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His irritation flies out of the window. He can never stay angry at Leo.
On the contrary, Neymar wants to hug him and never let go. He swears that one whole night of cuddles with the man will be enough to solve half of his problems. Sadly, he does not think that Leo will be down for that.
"Ney? Can I come in?" The man in question asks.
"Yes. Yes, sorry." The Brazilian moves to the side, allowing him to slip inside.
"Did you tidy up? Your house looks neater than last time." Leo comments, looking around.
Neymar clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Uh yeah. It wasn't looking very...nice."
The Argentine does not reply to that, he only hums. Whether in agreement or just to show that he is paying attention, Ney has no idea.
He raises a brow in confusion when Leo does not walk towards the living room, he makes a bee-line for the kitchen instead.
"Where are you going?"
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook something or do you want takeout?"
Neymar almost bumps into a wall in surprise. "How did you know that?!"
Leo opens a cabinet and takes a bag of spaghetti out before turning towards the younger man, "I just do. Takeout or should I cook this?" He asks again, waving the bag around.
Ney shakes his head to try to break out of his stupor. What does he mean by he just knows? There were even dishes in the sink from the day before.
He decides that it might be better not to question him.
"Take out. You don't have to cook-"
"Cooking, it is then."
"I just said-"
"Take out isn't good for you. And I asked what you wanted to eat not what I have or do not have to do. If you don't want me to cook solely because you think it'll bother me then I'm cooking because it does not. Not if it's for you."
Ney's jaw drops and his cheeks turn red. He is still not used to Leo's blatant favouritism towards him. Yes, 'favoritism'. There is no other way to put it.
For the past few months, he kept offering Neymar rides to their training centre and to his house. He would also offer to take him out for dinner or lunch or even ask him to come to his apartment to hang out. Alone. The older man would set up the Brazilian's favorite game and cook for him if he stays long enough. He has also been more affectionate, that is, hug him more often or simply linger a little more than strictly necessary whenever they accidentally touch each other.
The younger man does not know how to handle his idol, his crush -yes, he has a crush on him- sudden increase in interest and attention, so he usually just shyly goes with it. Ignoring the guys' curious looks ever time. Thankfully, none of them ever comment on it. Be it out of the goodness of their heart because they can sense that Neymar is as clueless as them or because meddling in Leo's business never ends well.
Don't get him wrong while the attention - dare he say, affection-definitely confuses him, he loves it. And he hopes it never stops. Sue him, he's getting used to it.
"Sit."
Neymar jumps in surprise.
"What?"
The Argentine chuckles and gestures towards the counter. "You should sit, instead of just standing there staring off into space."
“Do you want some help?"
"Ney, you can't cook." Leo deadpans, looking slightly amused.
"I can still help!" The taller retorts indignantly however he does not try to defend his -rather, lack of- cooking skills. He knows he cannot cook and he still has that annoying headache but this does not mean he is entirely useless. He can still cut up veggies or stir the dish.
"Just sit and relax, Ney. I got this." He replies, gently opening and closing drawers and cabinets in search of whatever he needs next.
Seeing him trying so hard to not make a lot of noise makes Neymar wonder if he knows about his headache too. No, that will be absurd.
Ney moves a can of tomatoes away before hopping on the counter. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out as he stares at Leo walking around his kitchen as if he owns it. He likes the idea of that. Of them sharing a kitchen. A house. Just the two of them owning an apartment together, waking up and going to sleep next to each other.
Ney winces lowly, thinking so hard is making his migraine worse.
Just on cue, Leo stops stirring and sets the spoon down. He then moves towards Neymar and places his hands on the counter, on either sides of the younger man's hips.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." He replies automatically. Trying his best not to squirm under the other man's intense gaze.
"You sure? Because you seemed to have a headache earlier. At practice."
"Wha-what? How-"
"You wanted to do indoor drills."
"So...?"
"You hate indoor drills."
Neymar shuts his mouth with a clack. He does hate them. And he has definitely made it very obvious with his constant complaints in the past, whenever they were forced to do them.
The sunlight was making his head hurt even more and he kept losing focus, so he decided that it was finally time to stop running away from those drills but connecting his insistence on doing them to a headache sounded like a stretch.
"Why did you think of a headache though?"
"You looked like you were in pain and you kept clutching your head. It looks like it's still bugging you, I'm sorry I didn't notice immediately. Do you wanr me to-"
"Don't apologize." The Brazilian pauses and hesitates for a total of one second before taking Leo's hand in his, squeezing it.
The Argentine gives him a relieved smile before breaking eye contact to look at their intertwined fingers. "I wanted to ask you about it earlier but you left so quickly."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just..." He trails off, not sure in how much details he was willing to go just yet.
Leo studies him for a moment. After seemingly finding what he was searching for, he lets go of his hand and pats his hips. Then, he backs away, going back to stirring. Neymar tries not to feel disappointed, he loved having him so close.
"Tell me if the pain increases, yeah?" He asks - demands - still looking at the dish.
Neymar breathes a sigh of relief. Not sure why he was even worried to begin with. This is Leo. Leo who will never force him to do anything.
"Yes. I'll tell you if it does."
"Good."
He smiles at the older man's approving tone.
"Are you sure you don't want help?" He asks when Leo starts to cut an onion.
"No, don't worry."
"Are you sure sure?"
"Yes, Ney. I'm sure sure." He replies indulgently, trying to hide his smile.
"Why don't you wash your hands? I'm almost done."
"Okay." He jumps off the counter and goes to wash them in the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the other man who's now filling a jug with water.
When Neymar returns, Leo was already sitting at the table with two plates of food in front of him.
He looks up when he hears footsteps
“Wait. Come sit beside me." He says when Ney starts to pull the chair across of him.
The younger man's eyebrows lift up in surprise but he obeys immediately. Happy to be able to sit closer to Leo."Thank you for the food!" He exclaims as he inhales the delicious aroma of the dish. Its making his mouth water.
"No need to thank me."
Ney smiles in response, his cheeks tinting red and takes a bite.
"It's so good." He borderline moans. The taste is divine, as always. Everything the elder man makes tastes absolutely delicious.
Leo ducks his head, suddenly feeling shy. "I'm glad you think so."
"Of course I do!" The Brazilian replies absentmindedly as he scarfs down the food.
"Slow down before you choke, Ney." The elder scolds, his ears red. Compliments from the other man always makes him blush. He was working on this problem but he hasn't been very successful.
"Yes. Yes." Neymar responds, smiling sheepishly, embarrassed.
They eat in silence, enjoying each other's company, before the youngest breaks it.
Ney can tell that Leo wants to ask him about why he was in such a bad mood in training, from his constant fidgeting and sneaky glances. He only fidgets when he's surrounded by too many people and is uncomfortable or because something is eating at him.
He is sure that despite wanting to know, the Argentine will not ask him about it. Simply because Ney had backed out of telling him earlier. After thinking about it, he wants to tell him. He wants to let it out. Plus, again, this is Leo and Neymar usually has no qualms on sharing everything with him.
The said man listens quietly, he does not interrupt once. Not even when Ney works himself up, the stress catching up to him. He just maintains eye contact with him, trying to provide him with silent encouragement and comfort. He wanted Ney to look let all of his frustrations out.
It's only when he's done that Leo moves. He takes the taller man into his arms and rubs his back soothingly.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Ney. Davi will come very soon and we’ll see if you can have another day off before he leaves, okay? I’ll help you ask. And none of us believed that rumor. No one that matters believe it, Ney. Promise.” He whispers into his ear, trying to get his point across. Leo hates seeing the usually cheerful Brazilian so down. It doesn’t suit him.
Ney sniffles, burrowing his head in the older man’s chest. “You’ll help?”
“Of course.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“No, Ney. Why else do you think that nobody asked you about it? We know it’s bullshit.”
Neymar giggles at his words, “You cursed.”
The older man smiles fondly. “Yes, I did.” He replied, kissing his temple gently. “And we are all allowed to have bad days, so forget about your mistakes in training. It’s normal to make them, I made some too and I didn’t even have a headache.”
Neymar lets his words sink in. “Okay.” He murmurs against Leo’s chest.
“You worried us today. Next time, don’t run away from us. Talk to us, to me. We don’t mind you being in a bad mood. At all, we just want to help.”
“I’m sorry for worrying you guys…you really don’t mind?” He hates how vulnerable he sounds with all of his questions and insecure tone. His need to confirm. But he needs to know, to make sure.
“Don’t apologize, just try not to do it again. And yes, Neymar. We, I, don’t.” Leo uses his full name, emphasizing how serious he is.
“I’ll try. Definitely.” Neymar promises, beaming up at the other man.
“Good. Now, finish your food before it gets cold.” He orders, pressing one last kiss on the younger man’s forehead. He cannot help but squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before letting go.
Ney does just that. Cheeks red and marveling at how easy it is for the older man to make him feel better. Even his headache is almost gone.
_________
And maybe, just maybe, Neymar gets his wish of cuddling Leo all night long fulfilled. No one can resist his puppy eyes after all, let alone Leo - who has no reason to even try to resist them.
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I like Taiga akhhhh ( ≧Д≦) tell us more about her
🌺🤍Trafalgar D. Herz Taiga🐯🌺
Drawn by Law
General Info
Birthday: August 4th
Sign: Leo
Zodiac: Dragon
Gender: Female
Parents: Kannazuki Kaze and Trafalgar D. Water Law
Age: 4 (start of epilogue)
Current Staus: Not born yet
MBTI: ENFP (Born from an INTJ, Law, and an INFP, Kanna)
Dominant hand: Right (she wants to be left-handed so bad, because her crush writes with her left hand)
Hair color: Raven Black
Eye color: Honey golden when happy, dark and stormy grey when upset.
Height: 106 cm
Likes: Sword fighting with Zoro, Daddy-ya (Law), playing, chomping on Law's arm, spending time with Law, napping, going on "Trafalgar Safari Adventures" (aka wandering off in public), smelling hand sanitizer, spaghetti, cookies n' cream ice cream, going to the park with Law, "gross surgery photos" (aka Law showing her textbook drawings of organs and bones and her going "WOAAAAHHH"), BBQ, chocolate, mac n' cheese (food in general), onigiri, bugs, and flowers.
Dislikes: School, dresses, bullies, lettuce, people calling her weak
Random info: She has ADHD. She fights with a wooden sword. She just wants to know who her mom was and has a weird feeling that she's still alive. She carries a photo of her mom around in her pocket. She wears a scarf Zoro gave her and a hibiscus hair clip her mom gave to Law years ago. Her best friend/crush is Marie, and she'll do anything to stand up for her. She really respects her dad and loves going into his office to snuggle him. She also likes coloring his tattoos. She's very extroverted and isn't afraid to stand up to those getting picked on, even if it means "taking them down". She's very happy and has way too much energy. She just wants to do what is right and gets upset when others try to put her down for it. She loves her dad's cooking, even though it sucks. She's mastered the ability to climb on the walls of the Trafalgar residence, much to Law's disapproval. She will literally fall asleep anywhere (Law almost stepped on her one time and had to enforce the same "Blocking Traffic" rule he set with Kanna). She loves Warrior Cats and plays with her plushies, pretending that they're characters from the series. She really likes BBQ.
#one piece#op#trafalgar law#trafalgar one piece#trafalgardwaterlaw#one piece art#op imagines#trafalgar law x oc#oc one piece#one piece oc#ocs#op oc#trafalgar d law x reader#law x reader
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I want to throw rise leo against the wall like spaghetti
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May I write a fanfic inspired by your Future Krang Donatello au idea?
Of course! ^ ^ Just please credit me for the original idea. I also give more because I'm happy someone even asked.
Two possible paths for getting a D in the past.
1.
D is one of the original invading Krang. So when Casey Jr goes back in time he not only has to deal with family that looks similar but different and don't remember him, but also what was like his weird uncle who looks almost the same and is the enemy. He knew that since D was a Krang there was a time he was on their side, but actually seeing it?
This could be a good thing though! They got D to join before they could do it again. With how early on it is in the apocalypse D could fix most of, if not all, the damage caused by the Krang! That's what D did, he fixed things! …Everything but himself.
Except it was sensei that got him to join and Casey isn't sure how. Also trying to convince the others that one of the aliens that stole Raph could be an ally isn't going well, especially not with Leo.
Casey unknowingly already starts to make D wander off from the other Krang. How did a human have tech he didn't remember building? It even had his marking! It was going to get to the bottom of this.
2.
D going back in time with Casey. Future Leo doesn't want the kid to go alone and, minus the apocalypse, D has honestly made their lives so much better with his tech. Clean water, fresher air, whatever those weird plants D grew for food. Stuff the turtles didn't have growing up despite April trying her best to make things easier. If Casey Jr was going to be staying there he deserved to not live in conditions worse than the apocalypse.
People in the past, of course, freaked out about the alien that randomly appeared out of nowhere and "abducted" a child. April investigating it meant they didn't have to look for her and saved some time. Also, Casey didn't get hit because D grabbed April's arm to stop her, saving time with the whole unconscious thing. No disbelief on the Krang since D is right there. Did have to stop so Splinter could freak out a bit though.
They were able to get the key before it was even used. D has the footage of the foot clan's faces when they saw him helping stop them saved in a special folder. D almost immediately after starts fixing up the lair. D gets what Leo meant now, there's no way the hatchling should have to live like this. He just soaks up the past turtles' awe.
D keeps poking fun at how tiny past Leo is. When Leo asks how tall he is D shows a life-sized hologram. Raph starts crying. Little brothers aren't supposed to be that big! D shows older Raph and Raph cries tears of relief that he's still big enough to carry his little brother. D thinks it best not to tell him how long ago the photo was taken. Mikey asks about him and cries because he's still so small.
D being blunt with others. Raph and Leo fight and D is tired of it. Raph's just afraid of you getting hurt and Leo's afraid of not being good enough for you so he's purposely failing! Just co-lead or something!
They… really like that idea and decide to try it out. It works pretty well since Raph knows he can rely on Leo's ideas and Leo can rely on Raph's experience and general big brother instincts. If they fail then they can't blame themselves because then they'd be blaming the other too. Wait, does this me Leo has to thank D? Dang it.
Bonus things for both:
D building a technodrome just so I can have Technodrome Shelldon. He grabs the core AI before they leave, either while fighting the other Krang in the past in 1 or escaping with Leo in the future. It took centuries of research and construction to create this one, and it's a shame to just leave it, but it's not what makes his creation truly amazing.
Leo and D getting into a slap fight. D doesn't have hands and it sounds like wet spaghetti hitting a wall. No one can look away.
D making Casey hover skates. They float a couple of inches off the ground and glide smoothly. It takes some practice though and D both holds his hands to keep him steady and will use his body as a crash pad if Casey Jr starts to go out of control. Better slamming into D than a wall. Casey learns pretty fast and can now easily keep up running with the turtles.
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt krang#rise donnie#rise leo#rise casey#casey jr#casey jones jr#Krang Donatello AU#Asks
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im going to hit my post limit just by talking about fairy tail so im going to make a master list of all my silly little thoughts
Why the hell isnt natsu automatically listed as an s class? Actually tho real talk why?
omfg happy is so cute i forgot how cute he is
i would love juvia if she wasnt so fucking crazy and also i kind of claimed gray as my "blorbo" back when i was ten and im a territorial wolf that pisses on everything that i own
rewatching it now tho gray looks more like a frog than L does lollll
also she isnt even really her own character which is sad but yeah she's annoying im sorry (not actually)
leave it to shounen to make obnoxious monologs literally every five seconds from both the heroes and the villains (notice how it's only ever the heroes who are five seconds from death, too, how convenient.)
also all of the whole feral drgon magic fanfics used to seem cringe but this one line from gajeel is driving e up the wall rn "who are you? you smell weird" he was able to smell loke/leo's inhuman nature immmmediately. they primal af
i forgot how insanely well written leo is
LOL ThE SCENE WITH NATSU SCREAMING After ERZA IS LIKE "you have a power deep inside you... unleash it for me... *fake dies*" IS SENNNNDING ME
also wowie erza is a total baddie she's been on deaths door like five times in the past two minutes and yet she keeps getting up to fight
speaking of erza and continuing my "there should be actual death and injury" rant,how the ACTUAL FUCK do her swords do no real damage? her swords are basically like bats because all they do is BLUNT FoRCE. they do not slice. they do not cut. they do not impale. THis guy's fucking ghost magic impales more than erza's CIRCLE OF SWORDS
lucy is a badass too actually wtf did i sleep through her entire scene confronting gajeel? she looked death in the face with a smile and a laugh
(gajeel hate group meeting starts now)
gajeel needs to stop being a nasty annoying dog for five seconds i beg
honestly i dont ship grevy anymore because levy doesn't deserve a piece of shit like gajeel. luvy (lucy x levy) 110% oh also fuck natsu x lucy fr i've always hated that pairing (in case you dont know i am a gratsu truther)
what the fuck even is a breath attack for an iron dragon supposed to be PLEASE make sense for five second
leave it to shounen to be like "im going to kill this character!" character b; "noooo! i couldnt stand seeing them lose, i'd lose all respect!"
the scene where natsu is showing off the job he wants to do as a kid but he doesnt know how to read anything besides numbers is making me fucking sooob "i know all the names of food! hamburger, spaghetti, rice bowls, soup, stew! igneel taught me the letters, he really did!" like bro how fucking sad
this concludes my fairy tail masterlist for now
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James Rosenquist, F-111, 1965.
"Rosenquist created F-111 for his first solo show at New York’s Leo Castelli Gallery: the dimensions of its fifty-nine interlocking panels were determined by the four walls of that particular space, so that the work, once hung, would surround and enclose the viewer. An F-111 fighter-bomber stretches the length of the painting, enveloped and overtaken by oversize images culled mostly from photographs and printed advertisements, including a wallpaper-like floral pattern, an angel food cake, a Firestone tire, light bulbs, a fork stuck in spaghetti, and a beach umbrella superimposed on an atomic blast. With its jumps in scale, its collage-style juxtaposition of image fragments, and its vivid palette, the painting exemplifies Rosenquist’s singular contribution to Pop art.
F-111 was painted in the middle of one of the most turbulent decades in US history. The fighter-bomber it depicts was, at the time, in the planning stages, and Rosenquist understood its mission to be as economic as it was military—to create jobs for Americans and support the country’s gross national product. He characterized the imagery of the painting as “a plane flying through the flak of an economy,” with the little girl under the metallic hairdryer as its pilot; he described its underwater diver in more ominous terms, as evocative of humans gasping for air during an atomic holocaust."
Publication excerpt from MoMA Highlights: 375 Works from The Museum of Modern Art, New York (New York: The Museum of Modern Art, 2019)
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Holidays 6.12
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Premieres
Bullet Park, by John Cheever (Novel; 1969)
Can’t Hardly Wait (Film; 1998)
Chuck Berry Is On Top, by Chuck Berry (Album; 1959)
Clash of the Titans (Film; 1981)
Cleopatra (Film; 1963)
Clockwork Angels, by Rush (Album; 2012)
Donald’s Garden (Disney Cartoon; 1942)
Donovan’s Reef (Film; 1963)
Food, Inc. (Documentary Film; 2009)
Go Bo Diddly, by Bo Diddly (Album; 1959)
History of the World: Part 1 (Film; 1981)
The Horse Soldiers (Film; 1959)
I’ll Chase the Blues Away, recorded by Ella Fitzgerald (Song; 1935)
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot (Science Book; 2010)
Jurassic World (Film; 2015)
Line of Duty (BBC TV Series; 2012)
Love and Kisses, recorded by Ella Fitzgerald (Song; 1935)
Mariah Carey, by Mariah Carey (Album; 1990)
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl (Film; 2015)
Moon (Film; 2009)
Predator (Film; 1987)
Raiders of the Lost Ark (Film; 1981)
Rhapsody in Blue, by George Gershwin (Orchestral Jazz; 1924)
She’s Not There, recorded by The Zombies (Song; 1964)
Some Time in New York City, by John Lennon (Album; 1972)
Speedway (Film; 1968)
Superman vs. The Elite (Animated WB Film; 2012)
Surfer Girl, recorded by The Beach Boys (Song; 1963)
Swingers (Film; 1997)
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, by Blink-182 (Album; 2001)
Testimony of Two Men, by Taylor Caldwell (Novel; 1968)
2 Cool 4 Skool, by BTS (Album; 2013)
The Witches of Eastwick (Film; 1987)
Today’s Name Days
Florinda, Guido, Leo (Austria)
Bazilid, Gašpar, Leon (Croatia)
Antonie (Czech Republic)
Balisius (Denmark)
Eskel, Esko (Estonia)
Esko (Finland)
Guy (France)
Florinda, Guido, Leo (Germany)
Onoufrios (Greece)
Villő (Hungary)
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Today is Also…
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ISO: Day 1 of week 24 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 1 of 28]
Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 25 (Xin-Chou)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 23 Sivan 5783
Islamic: 23 Dhu al-Qada 1444
J Cal: 13 Sol; Sixday [13 of 30]
Julian: 30 May 2023
Moon: 30%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 23 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Charles Borromeo]
Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 3 of 15]
Season: Spring (Day 84 of 92)
Zodiac: Gemini (Day 22 of 32)
Calendar Changes
Duir (Oak) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 6 of 13]
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Holidays 6.12
Holidays
Anne Frank Day
Bedstraw Day (French Republic)
Blue Galaxy Day
Chaco Armistice Day (Paraguay)
Children’s Day (Haiti)
Crowded Nest Syndrome Day
Democracy Day (Nigeria)
Dia dos Namorados (Brazil)
Flag Day (Brazil; New Zealand)
Ghost in the Machine Day
Helsinki Day (Finland)
Idol Day
Indiana Jones Day
International Dubbing Day
International Shia Day
Interracial Marriage Day
June 12 Commemoration (Lagos State, Nigeria)
Little League Girls Baseball Day
Lover’s Day (Japan)
Loving Day
Magic Day
Man of Steel Day
Mother’s Day (Luxembourg)
National Automotive Service Professionals Day
National Black Men Don’t Cheat Day
National Button Battery Awareness Day
National Cancer Thriver Day
National Chiropractic Health Assistant Day (Canada)
National Cougar Day
National Dairy Goat Awareness Day
National Dame Day
National Esther Day
National Harm Reduction Day (Canada)
National Hospital at Home Patients Day
National Magic Day
National X Day
Orlando United Day (Florida)
Peace Day (Kosovo)
Perfect Game Day
Portland Trail Blazers Day (Oregon)
Poultry Day
Pulse Remembrance Day
Queen’s Birthday (Pitcairn Islands, Tuvalu)
Raggedy Ann and Andy Day
Red Rose Day
Rock Around the Clock Day
Russia Day (Russia)
Senior Race Day (Isle of Man)
Sharon Needles Day (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
612 Day (Minnesota)
Spoonful of Sugar Day
Spousal Abuse Day
Superman Day
Swiss Army Knife Day
Tear Down This Wall Day
Valentine’s Day (Brazil)
Welsh Bands T-Shirt Day (UK)
We Remember 612 Day (Hong Kong)
Women Veterans Day
World Day Against Child Labour (UN)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Chuy’s National Taco Day
International Cachaca Day
International Falafel Day
National Apple Cinnamon Muffin Day
National Jerky Day
Peanut Butter Cookie Day
Pink Spaghetti Day
2nd Monday in June
Blue Monday [2nd Monday]
Eat Flexitarian Day [2nd Monday]
White Nights Festival begins (St. Petersburg, Russia) [thru7.2]
Independence Days
Philippines (from Spain, 1898)
Feast Days
St. Anthony’s Day Eve (Portugal)
Basilides, Cyrinus, Nabor and Nazarius (Christian; Martyrs)
Be More Paranoid Day (Pastafarian)
Bob Katz (Muppetism)
St. Charles Borromeo (Positivist; Saint)
Egon Schiele (Artology)
Enmegahbowh (Episcopal Church)
Eskil of Sweden (Christian; Saint)
Feast of the Blessed Polish Martyrs of World War II
Festival of Mut (Ancient Egypt)
First Ecumenical Council (Lutheran)
Gaspar Bertoni (Christian; Saint)
Gerard Hoffnung Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Gin Day (Pastafarian)
Hildegard Burjan (Christian; Blessed)
John of Sahagún (Christian; Saint)
Leo III, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Media Ver VII (Pagan)
Onuphrius (Christian; Saint)
Sparky Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Ternan, Bishop of the Picts (Christian; Saint)
Zeus’ Day (Ancient Greece)
108 Martyrs of World War II (Christian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 163 [38 of 72]
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [34 of 57]
Premieres
Bullet Park, by John Cheever (Novel; 1969)
Can’t Hardly Wait (Film; 1998)
Chuck Berry Is On Top, by Chuck Berry (Album; 1959)
Clash of the Titans (Film; 1981)
Cleopatra (Film; 1963)
Clockwork Angels, by Rush (Album; 2012)
Donald’s Garden (Disney Cartoon; 1942)
Donovan’s Reef (Film; 1963)
Food, Inc. (Documentary Film; 2009)
Go Bo Diddly, by Bo Diddly (Album; 1959)
History of the World: Part 1 (Film; 1981)
The Horse Soldiers (Film; 1959)
I’ll Chase the Blues Away, recorded by Ella Fitzgerald (Song; 1935)
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot (Science Book; 2010)
Jurassic World (Film; 2015)
Line of Duty (BBC TV Series; 2012)
Love and Kisses, recorded by Ella Fitzgerald (Song; 1935)
Mariah Carey, by Mariah Carey (Album; 1990)
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl (Film; 2015)
Moon (Film; 2009)
Predator (Film; 1987)
Raiders of the Lost Ark (Film; 1981)
Rhapsody in Blue, by George Gershwin (Orchestral Jazz; 1924)
She’s Not There, recorded by The Zombies (Song; 1964)
Some Time in New York City, by John Lennon (Album; 1972)
Speedway (Film; 1968)
Superman vs. The Elite (Animated WB Film; 2012)
Surfer Girl, recorded by The Beach Boys (Song; 1963)
Swingers (Film; 1997)
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, by Blink-182 (Album; 2001)
Testimony of Two Men, by Taylor Caldwell (Novel; 1968)
2 Cool 4 Skool, by BTS (Album; 2013)
The Witches of Eastwick (Film; 1987)
Today’s Name Days
Florinda, Guido, Leo (Austria)
Bazilid, Gašpar, Leon (Croatia)
Antonie (Czech Republic)
Balisius (Denmark)
Eskel, Esko (Estonia)
Esko (Finland)
Guy (France)
Florinda, Guido, Leo (Germany)
Onoufrios (Greece)
Villő (Hungary)
Basilide, Guido, Onofrio (Italy)
Ija, Narda, Nora (Latvia)
Anupras, Dovė, Kristijonas, Kristis, Ramūnas (Lithuania)
Sigfrid, Sigrid, Siri (Norway)
Antonina, Bazyli, Jan, Leon, Onufry, Wyszemir (Poland)
Onufrie, Pavel, Petru (România)
Zlatko (Slovakia)
Juan, Onofre (Spain)
Eskil (Sweden)
Onopriy (Ukraine)
Ahmad, Ahmed, Aisha, Asia, Mohamed, Mohammad, Mohammed (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 163 of 2024; 202 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 24 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 1 of 28]
Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 25 (Xin-Chou)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 23 Sivan 5783
Islamic: 23 Dhu al-Qada 1444
J Cal: 13 Sol; Sixday [13 of 30]
Julian: 30 May 2023
Moon: 30%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 23 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Charles Borromeo]
Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 3 of 15]
Season: Spring (Day 84 of 92)
Zodiac: Gemini (Day 22 of 32)
Calendar Changes
Duir (Oak) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 6 of 13]
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My Person (Liam x MC)
Book: The Royal Romance (AU)
Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall
Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)
Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.
A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.
A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week. Prompt will be in bold.
Thank you @alyssalauren and @ofpixelsandscribbles for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!
Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.
Words: 1658
Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.
Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.
Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.
It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.
One week ago
“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.
“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”
Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”
Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.
“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.
“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.
Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”
Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”
Present-day
“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.
Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.
“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.
“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.
“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.
“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”
The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.
“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.
Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”
“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.
Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.
“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.
“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”
“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Where? What is it?”
“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.
“Where are we going?”
“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.
“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”
“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.
A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”
“You’re … what?!”
Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.
“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”
“You can breathe out of your mouth.”
“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.
“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.
“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”
Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.
“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.
“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.
Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”
Everyone began to laugh.
“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.
“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys.
“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.
“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”
A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.
“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”
Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”
“Turn around.”
As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.
I was lookin' for a long time
I never found nobody like you
I got your name, got your number
And we talked 'til they turned on the lights
“A boombox?”
Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”
“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”
He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”
She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.
“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”
My person
My heartbeat
My slow dance
My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed
My know-when-you-know best friend
“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”
“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.
“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”
The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.
“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.
My saving grace, my everything
I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person
Every minute is a long time
If I ain’t holding on to you
Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”
“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”
“Congratulations!”
Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.
“What are-”
“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”
“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.
“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”
Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”
“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”
“Yup!”
“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”
Ella gave Max her left hand.
“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.
“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”
Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”
They both nodded.
“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”
My saving grace, my everything
I've never been more sure that you're my person
Yeah, baby, you're my person
#My Person#Liam x MC#Liam x Ella#the royal romance#the royal romance fandom#the royal romance fanfic#the royal romance fanfiction#trr au#the royal romance au#trr fandom#trr fanfic#trr fanfiction#Sincerely Ella#Ella still writes#Liam Rys#King Liam
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BEE DEE GEE PUPPET HISTOREE.
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watch me get banned for this lol
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Have some more incorrect quotes bc I'm writing a multi chapter fic and feel like I'm not doing anything productive.
As always @lumosinlove made most these wonderful characters
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Moody: I am at a loss for words!
Remus: *narrating* Despite being at a loss for words, he proceeded to yell at James and Sirius for the next 20 minutes
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Dumo: Why are there little handprints on the walls?
Logan: *leans down and whispers to Katie* Why are there little handprints on the walls?
Katie: *whispering back* Because I have little hands
Logan: Because she has little hands
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Dumo: Can we have another child?
Celeste: No, we already have five, including Sirius
Dumo: *Holding up Logan* Six with Logan
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*playing twister*
Dumo: Remus, Right hand blue
Remus: *is on top for Sirius*
Sirius: ....
Sirius: You're doing this on purpose aren't you?
Dumo: I stopped spinning 15 minutes ago. I can't believe it took you this long to figure it out.
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Leo: *cleaning up Logan after a fight* You've got to stop fighting people bigger than you
Finn: But then he wouldn't fight anyone
Finn: Ooooohhhhhh
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Finn the english major: I have a new notebook, any ideas on what I should put in it?
Sirius: Put spaghetti in it
Finn: I am currently taking suggestions from everybody except you.
James: Put spaghetti in it
Finn: I am currently taking suggestions from everybody except you two
Logan: Put spaghetti in it
Finn: I am no longer taking suggestions.
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*At Harvard*
Logan: For some reason every time I see my crush or someone hot, I end up thinking "I'm gay"
Logan: I think it's my brain trying to subconsciously tell me that I'm gay and have a crush on Finn.
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Leo: *introducing Finn* This is my better half
Leo: *introducing Logan* And this is my bitter half
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Sirius: Do you think I could fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Remus: You're a hazard to society
Regulus: And a coward, do 20
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Finn: *drunk* Why do we say the word tired instead of sleepy?
Finn: Sleepy is such a better word
Finn: We should stop saying tired and just say sleepy instead
Leo: *deadpan* I'm so sleepy of your bullshit.
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AWO- childhood friends growing up au fic? Can be ship or platonic
Anon...I’m sorry...I was gonna write something short and sweet, a little drabble...
That was three hours and 3k words ago.
Thank you for this request, I genuinely really liked it! Sorry for making a monster out of it ^^’
(also this is my 100th post and i’m very happy about that)
Allusions to verbal child abuse; Allusions to emotional child abuse
On the first day of second grade, the new kid in class stole Vincent’s lunch. It had been his favourite--an apple juice box, a bag of animal crackers, and a peanut butter sandwich his mom had cut into the shape of a star--all tucked neatly into his Thomas the Tank Engine lunchbox. One minute it had been in his cubby, and the next, he was watching in horror as some kid he didn’t know devoured his food. When the kid caught him looking he just grinned, proud and mean, with peanut butter in his teeth.
On the first day of second grade, Vincent got into his first fight. He told his mom he’d fallen off his bike on the way home, and ignored the suspicious looks his parents gave him when he took third helpings at dinner.
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On the first day of fourth grade, Vincent grit his teeth when he saw that mop of black hair from across the playground.
Leo caught his eye before he could duck away, and his face split into that stupid grin that Vincent had come to hate.
“How’s it going, Moretti Spaghetti?”
Vincent huffed through his nose, already annoyed. “That’s still a stupid name.”
“I know, right? Can’t believe your ma named you that.”
Vincent narrowed his eyes, but Leo’s smug look didn’t waver.
“Why’re you here?”
He looked at Vincent, furrowing his brow in confusion. “Because...it’s recess?”
“I mean, here.” Vincent gestured to the school. “Emily said that Sean told her that Harvey said you moved.”
Leo shifted, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn’t smug anymore.
“What’d Harvey say?”
“Uh…” Vincent hesitated, stomach turning uncomfortably when he remembered what he’d been told. Leo just stared at him, waiting.
“He said you...that your foster family kicked you out, and you went back to the...y’know.”
Saying it to Leo’s face was a lot more awkward than hearing it from his best friend. Leo was staring at the ground, tightly clutching his jacket on either arm.
“Well, I didn’t,” he said finally, voice strangely thick. “Harvey’s a liar.”
“I’m sorry,” Vincent started, but Leo was already turning and stalking away.
Guilty and subdued, Vincent couldn’t help but sneak glances at Leo for the rest of the day. When everyone got up to get their lunch boxes from their cubbies Leo stayed seated, staring down at his desk and ignoring the chattering of their classmates. The cubby with his name on it was empty.
On the second day of fourth grade, Vincent grabbed an extra juice box and bag of animal crackers when his mom wasn’t looking. Leo didn’t notice them sitting in his cubby until lunch time, and Vincent watched out of the corner of his eye as he looked around, hesitated, then scooped them up and took them to his desk.
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Leo got a bicycle on their last day of sixth grade. Vincent was happy for his friend, but at the same time…
“Psst! Vince!”
Vincent blinked the last dregs of sleep from his mind. His room was dark, apart from the sliver of moonlight from the window. The light summer breeze washed over him, carrying the sound of crickets and the scent of honeysuckle and…
When did he open his window?
“Vincent!”
“Gah!” Vincent yelped, startling hard enough that he fell out of bed. He hit the ground with a thunk, elbow smacking painfully into the nightstand.
A snort of laughter from the window made him whip his head around.
Leo was grinning at him, bright-eyed and outlined by the light of the full moon. He was holding Vincent’s window open with one hand, tightly clutching the edge of his window sill with the other. Even in the moonlight, Vincent could tell his knuckles were white with how hard he was holding on.
“Leo, it’s--” he grabbed his alarm clock and turned it towards him, “--two-thirty in the morning!”
“Sure is.” Leo’s cocky look hadn’t faded, but Vincent had known him long enough to be able to hear the slight tremor in his voice. He was already wary about the height of the climb up to Vincent’s window, but it was the middle of the night--it must’ve been important to get him up there.
Vincent sighed, but there was no irritation behind it.
“Let me put on some shoes, at least.”
Leo nodded, continuing to cling to the windowsill as he watched Vincent slip his feet into an old pair of sneakers and pull his housecoat on. After a moment’s consideration, he opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out two granola bars, stuffing them into his pocket before climbing out the window.
The climb from his window onto the roof of the covered deck was easy by this point, but he made sure to keep it slow for Leo. They scooted to sit with their backs to the outer wall, Leo taking the granola bars Vincent held out to him and opening one without saying anything.
“So...that bike’s coming in useful?”
“Hm?” Leo looked over at him, mouth stuffed. Vincent raised an eyebrow.
“Your bike. I can’t see you walking all the way across town in the middle of the night.”
“Oh! Yeah.” Leo gestured in the general direction of Vincent’s yard without looking down, and Vincent peered over the edge of the roof to see Leo’s bike leaning against the side of the house where he’d climbed up the lattice. Leo made a quiet sound of discomfort, and Vincent hurriedly shuffled back to safety for his sake.
“Are you gonna tell me why you biked all the way across town in the middle of the night?”
Leo lifted a shoulder in a noncommittal shrug.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered around a mouthful of granola bar. “Didn’t wanna be…”
Alone, Vincent finished in his head. He leaned back and folded an arm behind his neck, rolling his head to the side to look at Leo.
“What about Linda?”
“Didn’t want to wake her up.” Leo crumpled the granola bar wrapper and handed it to Vincent, opening the other one as Vincent shoved the trash in his pocket. “They got two more girls this week--I think they’re five and six? Anyways, the new kids usually don’t sleep easy, so I didn’t want to go to her room and wake them up.”
Vincent hummed, closing his eyes. He didn’t entirely understand Leo’s living situation--he’d never invited him to his house, and Vincent had never asked--but he knew that it was hard to get privacy.
They lay in silence for a while, the only sounds the crickets and the crinkling of Leo’s granola bar wrapper. When Vincent opened his eyes again, Leo was laying with his arms behind his head, looking more relaxed than Vincent had seen him at heights like this--not including Vincent’s roof.
“Leo,” he whispered. Leo’s eyes opened slightly, and he hummed sleepily.
“You wanna sleep over?”
Leo bit the inside of his cheek, glancing up at the sky. Vincent knew what he was thinking.
“I’ll wake you up once my dad leaves,” he promised. “Mom won’t come in my room either, so you’ll be fine.”
They shimmied back down into Vincent’s room, and Leo flopped down onto the bed on autopilot as Vincent grabbed the extra blankets from his closet. He tossed them to Leo and lay down next to him, pulling his own blankets back up and turning over to face away from him.
“Night, Leo.”
Leo mumbled a reply, already sounding half-asleep.
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“Sorry I’m late!”
Vincent rolled his eyes as Leo dropped onto the cafeteria bench beside him, but he slid his extra bag of chips over to him without a word. Leo took it without comment, their unspoken routine a second nature by now.
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” Leo admitted, grinning crookedly. Across the table, Emily narrowed her eyes at him.
“Please tell me--”
“--that I didn’t get a behavioural warning on the first day of high school?” Leo stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth, talking with his mouth full and spewing crumbs. “I cannot tell a lie.”
“What in the world did you do this time?” Carol demanded. Leo shrugged, grinning slyly.
“Ask Linda.”
As if on cue, Linda slid onto the bench beside him, crowding him closer to Vincent. Vincent grunted when Leo’s elbow jammed into his side, but the two were already launching into a retelling of the trouble they’d gotten into in the last two hours.
“--so awesome, I’m telling you, the look on her face--”
“--she turned absolutely red, you know when someone’s vein pops out in their forehead?”
“--thought she was going to kick your ass right there in front of everyone--”
Vincent finished his sandwich and stood, excusing himself with a mutter that was lost in the chatter. Carol was the only one who noticed him get up, and he could feel her eyes on his back as he disposed of his trash and left the cafeteria. She didn’t follow him, though, and he didn’t wait for her to.
He spent the first week of high school eating lunch in the band room with Gary, pretending to watch as he practiced. He doubted that his brother bought his excuse of “just wanting some peace and quiet,” but he didn’t press the issue.
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Vincent attended Gary’s graduation on the weekend after junior year. He sat with their parents, trying not to doze off in the uncomfortable plastic chair while the graduates were called onstage by name. He caught Carol’s eye from across the aisle, and she smiled at him for a moment, only turning away to clap when her cousin’s name was called.
He found her when the ceremony was over, desperate to get away from his teary-eyed mother and her camera, and the expectant looks his father gave him every time someone asked about Gary’s plans for university. She was standing with her own family and looked grateful for an out as well, joining him on a walk down the deserted hallways of the school.
“I bet it’s going to be weird with Gary gone,” she said. Vincent laughed a little.
“You said it. I’m not looking forward to a year alone in the house with my parents.”
She nodded. They walked in silence for a while, their footsteps echoing eerily off the walls. After a few minutes, Carol stopped.
“That’s gonna be us next year,” she said softly. Vincent looked back at her, seeing her looking at him hesitantly.
“Yeah,” he said lamely, suddenly at loss for words. Carol glanced away, seeming to be making up her mind about something, before apparently steeling herself and walking towards him. He stood frozen as she closed the distance between them and, with an audible deep breath, gingerly placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips against his.
Distantly, Vincent wondered if this counted as a first kiss. Were first kisses supposed to feel so...weird? Disappointing?
After a few moments of Vincent standing unresponsive, Carol pulled back. Her face was red, and she seemed to be having trouble meeting his eye; when she did, though, she gave him a small smile that looked almost...sad.
“Just thought I’d try at least once,” she whispered. Vincent didn’t answer--couldn’t answer--wondered if he’d be able to recover from the sheer awkwardness of this moment, when--
“There you losers are!”
Carol pulled away quickly, both of them turning to look down the hall. Linda was walking down the hall towards them, Leo following closely behind. They were both dressed formally, though Linda had on sneakers and mismatched socks under her dress, and Leo’s tie was tied too-loose over his shirt and open vest. Vincent guessed they’d been lingering in the back of the hall instead of being in the visible audience while their foster siblings got their diplomas.
“I didn’t know you two were here!” Carol exclaimed. Her voice was slightly too high and strained to sound casual, and Vincent doubted that he looked any more inconspicuous. There was no way they hadn’t seen the scene unfold from down the hall.
Bless Linda’s heart, she didn’t say anything--merely started off on a mostly one-sided conversation about her summer plans. Vincent met Leo’s eyes, and was momentarily taken aback--his expression was entirely unreadable, blank for the first time since Vincent had known him. He couldn’t think of anything to say, and for once, it seemed Leo couldn’t either.
---
It was nearing the last month of the worst year of Vincent’s short life when Leo scaled his house for the last time.
He’d grown used to waking up to loud cursing, but not from outside of his window. So, when his eyes snapped open at the first thump and “god fucking damnit--” he knew immediately who it was.
Sure enough, a second later one of Leo’s gangly arms was hooked inside of Vincent’s window frame--then the other--and then his head popped into view. It had been a while since Leo had climbed up, and the sight was a bit of a surprise, but Vincent was only taken off guard for a moment before he scrambled out of bed to fully open the window, since they were both too tall for one of them to be comfortably framed in the windowsill.
They didn’t talk. Vincent pulled on his socks and shoes and pulled a sweater over his head, looking up in time to see Leo’s legs disappearing as he climbed up to the covered deck.
Out of habit, Vincent slid open his bedside drawer, only to realize that it’d been almost a year since he’d stored anything in it. There was an unopened box of raisins--for some godforsaken reason--that he brought close to his face to check the date on, before sticking it in his sweater pocket and clambering up to the roof.
Leo was playing with a swiss army knife he’d gotten for Christmas, but he put it away when he saw Vincent watching the sharp blade warily. Vincent awkwardly shuffled to sit beside him, not used to the angle of the climb anymore, and pulled out the box of raisins. He held it out to Leo, who stared at it for a second before breaking out into a wide grin. He laughed as he took the box, but aside from that, ripped it open without comment. The familiarity was welcome in the midst of everything his life had become over the past months, and it made his chest tighten with some emotion he couldn’t put a name to.
“It’s been a while,” Leo spoke up, startling Vincent out of his thoughts. He was staring up at the stars, legs splayed and stretched out leisurely, as if he’d been there for ages. His natural ability to fit in made Vincent smile.
“It has.”
Leo sighed, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry for that.”
Vincent furrowed his brow. “What? It’s not your fault.”
“It is, though.” He looked over, and Vincent was taken aback by the guilt in his eyes. “It’s completely my fault.”
Vincent shifted uncomfortably. “Well, it’s not like I went out of my way to fix anything, either.”
“There shouldn’t even be anything to fix!” Leo huffed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “We’ve been best friends for years, and suddenly I just--I go and fuck everything up!”
He was getting to the point he got to sometimes--where his frustration came out without a filter, and would keep going until he’d gotten it all off his chest. So, as much as Vincent wanted to protest, he simply leaned back and listened.
“I mean, I didn’t even tell you why. I just kept it all to myself, didn’t do shit about it--probably ruined the best fucking friendship I’ve ever had--and left you completely in the fucking dark about everything, let you feel like shit over it--and I know you did, Emily told me--she had to threaten to beat my ass for me to actually get over myself--but by then it’s too late, and I waited until the day I leave forever to tell you that I’m in love wi--”
He cut himself off abruptly, the unfinished words floating off and disappearing into the night. As Vincent watched, wide-eyed and breathless, he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head, looking more unsure of himself than Vincent had ever seen.
“I...didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”
Vincent pushed himself to sit up, feeling suddenly dizzy. He rubbed his eyes hard, wondering for a moment if he was still asleep.
“You...you’re…”
Sorry? In love with me?
Leaving?
“Where are you going?” His voice came out small, unsure. He heard Leo sigh and sit up beside him.
“California. I’m gonna get my GED, get out of this town. As much as I appreciate my foster parents...I don’t know. This isn’t the place for me, Vince; hasn’t been for a while. Maybe ever.”
Vincent let out a shaky breath, trying to steel himself.
“And you’re leaving today?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re…”
“In love with you.” Leo’s voice was rough, would probably sound harsh to anyone’s ears but Vincent’s. “I’m in love with you, Vince. And I know it’s fucking stupid--you’re straight, I know that, you’re my best friend, you’ve done so much for me and you deserve so much more than--”
Leo’s words were cut off by Vincent’s lips when he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in. It wasn’t awkward, didn’t feel wrong or disappointing--it felt right, felt like everything.
It felt like home.
“We’re so fucking stupid,” Vincent mumbled against Leo’s lips when they parted, and Leo’s laugh rang in his ears, as giddy as Vincent felt.
“Absolute morons.”
The giddiness faded all too soon when Vincent remembered what else Leo had said.
“You’re leaving.”
The mood dropped immediately. Leo pulled away, the miserable look back on his face.
“I--”
“Take me with you.”
The words were out of Vincent’s mouth before he realized he was even thinking them. Leo stared at him, mouth agape.
“What?”
“I mean--” Vincent squeezed his eyes shut and hurried to backtrack, “I’m sorry, that was--I shouldn’t have--”
“Do you mean it?”
Leo’s voice was hesitant, but he sounded...hopeful. Vincent opened his eyes again, scared of what he’d see in Leo’s.
Leo’s eyes glittered in the dim light. He was looking at Vincent like he held the fucking stars, and a small flicker of something big started in Vincent’s chest.
“Yeah.” He glanced down to where his hands were pressed to the shingles. “Leo, I hate it here. Ever since Gary graduated my dad’s been getting worse--I can’t focus on school with all the yelling. I could get my GED too, we could both find jobs in the city--I have money saved up from my part times, it’s enough to get us there at least--”
Leo was laughing, hands coming up to cup Vincent’s face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
“You moron--you beautiful, hopeless, genius moron--”
“That’s not--” Vincent started, laughing into the kiss that Leo cut him off with, “it’s not--Leo--”
“Let’s go, then, let’s get out of here.” Leo grinned at him, warm and bright and everything to Vincent.
It took him less than ten minutes to pack. He threw his bag down to Leo, who stored it in the trunk of his beaten-up car as Vincent scrambled down the lattice. He let Leo catch him up in his arms for a moment, lets him kiss him once, twice, before pulling away and getting into the car.
It was the first day of the rest of Vincent’s life when he sped away from everything he’d known, with the one person he’d ever wanted to learn it all over again with.
#a way out fanfic#awo fanfic#leo caruso#Vincent Moretti#vincent/leo#carol moretti#linda caruso#fluff#mild angst#why did i do this#unedited
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Leonardo- Oneshot
"Begin."
At the indication of Splinter's voice, you tightened your hand on the wooden sword, charging at Leo. He braced, taking the first hit. His ability to block just made you fight more. Donnie, Mikey and Raph were at the side watching. When you asked to be trained the same way they were, Splinter was a bit skeptical.
They were mutants, there was a certain amount of training he knew they could handle. They were always exceeding his expectations with their progress. But you were a little more fragile. At the beginning you could barely even hold a sword correctly.
Despite that he could see your determination. Where you lacked in skill, you made up for it with hard work. Now you were as equipped for battle as anyone of his boys. He was so proud at how much you improved over the months. From the side it must have looked like Leo wasn't putting much effort, but Splinter knew it was taking some energy to avoid getting hit. He was mostly blocking. You were more adept in offense, whereas Leo was defense. It's what made the both of you great partners.
You swung and dodged each and every attack he delivered. Leo smirked when you did a flip to avoid a very close blow he struck, spinning around you even managed to knock the stick right out of his arms, placing your own at his neck. He froze with his hands raised.
"Well done (Y/N). '' You grinned, dropping your weapon and jumping around as you high fived Mikey. "Heck yeah! Who beat Leo, I beat Leo! I said who beat Leo!"
"You beat Leo!" Mikey joined in your little singing fest and Leo just chuckled, bending to pick up both sticks.
"Don't go getting a big head, I was going easy on you."
You scoffed. "Like if you were struggling to keep up Leo-sensei~" you teased. He stammered at your words, shuffling back and almost dropping the sticks in his hands. You giggled. You had no idea why but whenever you called him Sensei he always got embarrassed.
"You've gotten quite good at this. I must say your dedication is quite inspiring. " You bowed. "Thank you Master Splinter. I'm forever grateful." They were all aware of your need for self defense. You were one of the more sadder cases they dealt with. Some men had gang up on you while you were walking from your late night job. When they found you, you were battered and bruised. You never thought you would ever recover.
Leo and the others found the men responsible and gave them a severe beating of course. After thanking them, you decided you were done being a victim. You were going to fight back. So you trained hard for months. You never had to worry about being scared again, you even opened your own little dojo. Teaching self defense to other victims, and even little kids. That horrible night provided something wonderful. You had purpose, and a great set of new friends.
"So Leo let's talk business. " Mikey's words made you smile, a little confused on what he was referring too. Splinter, already used to his son's antics left quietly. "What are you guys talking about?" you said moving to grab a towel and your bottle water. You draped the cloth around your neck, sipping from your bottle. Leo was looking a bit nervous now. "Ya can't back out." Raph urged.
"Yeah you promised." Donnie stated. They all seem to know but you. You pulled back the bottle, raising a brow.
"Come on don't leave me out of the loop. I wanna know?" When Leo walked over to you, your head titled. He cleared his throat.
"(Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me?"
You blushed, not sure if you were hearing right.
"E-Excuse me?"
Leo scratched his neck, flustered. "The guys they made me promise that if you won I'd finally own up and..ask you out.." he mumbled the last part. From the back you could see the culprits sneaking out. Mikey was showing you a thumbs up mouthing a "I got you girl."
You couldn't believe it. He was asking you out. Like actually doing it. Yes, it was because of a dare, but from what he said it was more a dare of courage, because apparently he'd been wanting to do it for a while.
"Listen, they're gone. I can just tell them you said yes. You don't actually have to go out with me."
"I'd love to go on a date with you Leonardo." he paused, blinking. "Are you sure?" Leo wasn't the self conscious type. It wasn't because he thought he didn't have a chance, or even because he was a mutant. He knew the type of person you were, and he was positive that things like that weren't what you cared about. His main concern was your healing process. He still remembered that day when they found you.
He hadn't even known you back then, yet he wanted to protect you from everything. The pain and hurt you would experience as you got through your trauma. That was the main reason he kept visiting. It's how the both of you officially met. He was always checking up on you in the hospital. He kept telling himself it was crazy. You were a complete stranger. But he couldn't stop. Slowly but surely you started to notice things, then you noticed him. Now, those days seemed so far away. From strangers, to friends. Maybe now something more?
He took in the way you shifted on your feet, that adorable little shuffle whenever you were caught off guard. Then there was the little hair gesture. You would twist and twirl a lock of your hair when you got nervous.
"I-I mean we kind of have to now you know. You did make a deal. And a ninja's word is solid." It's cute, the way you were trying to justify it all. Leo couldn't stop the smile on his face.
"You're right, I wouldn't be much of a leader if I couldn't stay true to my word."
"Mhmm." he could see the way your eyes light up in agreement.
"So is tomorrow night at nine okay for you, we'll be patrolling at seven."
"It's great Leo." Excited, you reach down to grab your duffle bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
"I can't wait!" you weren't even trying to hide your happiness. You turned practically skipping out of the room. Raph and the others peeked from behind the wall.
"See, that wasn't so hard now was it." Mikey spoke. Leo's eyes were still watching in the direction you left.
"Leo, earth to Leo!" Mikey was waving his hand in front of him with no response.
"Guys I think we killed him!"
Raph just smacked Leo at the back of his head. He stumbled, looking back with a pissed expression.
"See, he aint dead." They all knew Raph would look for any opportunity to hit Leo.
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You were running from room to room. Cleaning, fluffing, just pretty much checking it all over to make sure it was spotless.
After you were done, you searched for a dress. Something that said cute, but not too much. Not trying too hard, just trying a little sort of feel. Leo would get here at nine, so you still had time. You rushed into the shower. All you needed was a nice shower and some decent make up application after. You left your apartment window open just in case you lost track of time. You didn't want him waiting outside long.
You weren't in the shower for too long. After a relaxing ten minutes, you dried yourself off and looked for your sexiest pair of underwear. "Just in case." you assured yourself. Sifting through your closet you found a little blue spaghetti dress.
"Perfect!" Slipping it on, you moved to your bedroom to apply makeup. It wasn't much, just some mascara and a little touch of lip gloss. Since you weren't exactly going out. You settled for a pair of flats. Smoothing out the dress,you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring. " Crap! Pizza right." taking some cash from your purse you went for the door. Opening it, the delivery man handed you the two boxes. You took it, giving him the money. "Thank you." you said politely, closing the door as he left.
Placing the pizza on the table in your living room, you sat on the couch, waiting. It was a bit nerve wrecking. The little tap on your window made you stand, and you brushed your hair over your shoulder heading for the kitchen. Leo was on the fire escape, and when he saw you he slipped inside, closing the window behind him. You smiled, even though you left it open he still knocked.
"Hey. " you greeted. He raised his head to do the same, but stopped when he took in your attire.
"(Y/N)...you look beautiful." He was so used to seeing you in yoga pants and t-shirts.
"Thank you. "
"Mission success!" Seems like the dress did its job. "Come on you must be starving after your patrol let's eat." Leo followed you to the living room, his eyes brightening when his nostrils caught the scent of pizza. You couldn't stop your giggles when he was right beside you in seconds. You opened the box, taking a plate and giving him two slices.
He took it gratefully, taking a seat on the couch. You did the same when you got your own slice. "So how was patrol, catch any bad guys?" you bit into the slice and Leo nods, swallowing his piece. "It was fine, Mikey got a little excited when we took down some guys that were trying to rob a convenience. I felt bad. It was just a couple of kids. "
"Aww, did you guys turn them in." He shakes his head. "We didn't. Raph scared the crap outta them. I don't think they'll be robbing anymore stores in the future. " you laugh at that. "I could only imagine, poor kids. "
Leo has already finished his pizza, and as the night progresses the both of you fall into easy conversation. You fill him in on how your business is going. Your favorite part of the day was probably your job. He knew that for certain. He's still a bit taken by you. Maybe it's the cute dress, or the way he feels like he can tell you just about anything. Possibly the way your lips are still glimmering with gloss, despite the slices of pizza you've already eaten. He can't pull his gaze away.
"Leo?"
He's apparently drifted off. "Yes, sorry about that, what did you say?"
"Do you want another drink?" you ask standing and heading for the fridge. He's only had one sprite, and you're feeling a bit thirsty, so you wonder if maybe he is too. "Oh, no I'm okay thanks." So you're going to get yourself a glass of water. Sipping the drink, you let out a soft sigh. The night was really going better than you expected. At the beginning you thought it would be a bit awkward. It wasn't a secret you found Leo attractive. In every sense of the word. His personality, dedication, damn even his body was breathtaking to you. It was easy for you to communicate when it was all the boys, but with just the both of you it was different. And you were glad you could still talk with him casually.
When you walked back into the living room you almost crashed into him. He grabbed you by the shoulders apologizing. "(Y/N), I'm sorry I have to go. Donnie caught some interference on one of the cameras. " you nod in understanding. "That's okay Leo." you were grateful for the time you did get to spend with him. You knew there was probably someone who needed him more than you right now. His hands were still holding you gently.
"I had a really good time Leo.." He smiles.
"I did too." For a moment you don't know what to do. The both of you just stand there, looking at each other. His eyes are possibly the bluest you've ever seen. You could get lost in them forever. "(Y/N)...is it okay if I.." his eyes move to your lips for a split second. You swallow.
"Yeah.." you breathe. His hands are still resting gently on your shoulders. He leans down to meet your lips and you're a bit nervous. It's been so long since you've been on a date, even longer since you've kissed someone. But this isn't just anyone, it's Leo.
"Leo.."
His lips meet your own, and all you could think is why the hell did it take you this long. Your arm reaches up a bit hesitant, and you shift, taking a step forward to lean into him. Leo's hands have changed position. One on your waist, the other on the small of your back. He urges you in, closer to him, and you deepen the kiss. His arms have now encased your body, and you don't ever want to pull away. Not for anything.
The kisses are slow, and sensual. He wants to taste all he can, and when your tongue slips pass begging for entrance. He inhales, giving in. When his mouth opens and your tongues touch, you can feel the way your pulse gives an appreciative thump. Leo moans, and it's music to your ears. You've never heard such a sound leave him. It's amazing what that simple thing does to your body. You're on your toes, refusing to part. You have to though. You're beginning to run out of oxygen. Pulling back slowly, your eyes are still closed, and you lick your lips. You can still taste him. When you open your eyes, he's staring at you. His pupils are dilated, and you almost want to lean back in and completely ravish him. But he has to go. More pressing matters.
"You...should probably get going." you pant out. Leo needs to compose himself. How can he even think of fighting now when you've clouded his mind with the feel of your lips. He somehow manages to release you with a soft smile. "I should." he agrees. He gives your lips one last peck, and you grin.
"Dinner is on me next time."
"Sure Leo." You can't wait for your next date, because if it's half as good as this one, then you might as well just marry Leo right now.
"See you later Leo."
"Bye (Y/N).'' He's heading for the kitchen, but almost trips because he doesn't want to look away. You giggle when he catches himself, making a very ungraceful exit.
"It was definitely the dress."
You have absolutely no doubt.
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