#the ball is in bitty's court and bitty's still getting his footing

[afreakingdork]

Miss dork.

- when I first started messaging you I was always scared that I’d read into things too much and it’d be embarrassing if I was wrong-

Now I know you like “share with the class” and you set me straight if I’m wrong so-

Omg. Prodigal don flipping coin again. Strikes again! Also, Don breaking down? I was MOVED I know I predicted he’d vaporize Leo into itty bitty turtle pieces but I hope you know I’m never disappointed I just like guessing- but back on track Don breaking down- rabbit brain raccoon brain - his little check over of reader? I was calm and oh so in control until he started Checking Reader’s Feet and aaaaaaaaaa all I could think about is how a form of interrogation torture is to strike the bottom of someone’s foot (listen Bones the tv show was surprisingly educational) and I had an out loud scream over the thought of Donnie checking Reader for TORTURE- and then I had to pretend I hit MY foot on the coffee table to avoid explaining what I was wailing over-

Oh and almost forgot Leo going “they’ve got bruised knees” like. Hello. I don’t know where Don’s mind went but I know where mine did and it was a fucking nose dive if there was a moment for Leo to get vaporized it would be. Right. Then. (I told you I wouldn’t survive) Like Eugh boi to coin his phrase whole foot in mouth and chewing 😂

I did have a question because I know you visualize where everyone is in a scene-

Where was Raph in relation to Donnie during the trade off scene? Above him, behind? Was Donnie aware he was there?

And oh I love Splinter/Donnie interaction because it’s like a tennis ball court because it really highlights that reader only has bits and pieces to go off of and everyone’s reactions to each other is so interesting! I loved the diner scene!

🦝,

Yes! Yes!!! No fear!!! I'm not scary!!! (This last one isn't to you, but in general! I don't mean to be scary! I've been told the way i speak can be curt, but I really don't mean it like that. I just try to make things concise and clear) I love hearing others thoughts!!!

Saying 'share with the class' is such a great way to put it 😂

HOLY MOLY

I cannot believe we both learned that from Bones!!! You freaking nailed it, 100%!!! Truly an amazing catch, I hadn't even added that to my behind the scenes! Also,

✨Phalanges✨

YUUUUPPPPPP, the bruised knees was absolutely a double entendre. Don went there FOR SURE and that's why reader stepped in like they said they would to Raph! Leo couldn't help but still provoke Donnie in spite of himself. He can't help but be a little bit of a shithead 😂

Oh good question and another of those I had worked out, but no necessity to write. So as you now from the last chapter, 39, Raph asks “Which entrance?” after he finds that Mikey didn't come back with Leo. Leo then says “Grand.” Leo clipped. “Stand by at Black Cat and I’ll signal if it goes south.” Since we know the turts are occupying the subway, those are code names for stations. Grand is the only obvious one as Grand Central Station, a good hub for a fly guy to get a vantage point of the city. Black Cat isn't a for real reference, but instead to a comic shop so I picture this as the station the turts would go up to get their comics (I feel like Leo still reads).

tldr; the other turts were waiting at other subway stations~

Yay!! I'm so glad you liked it! I'm really enjoying playing with perception through unreliable narrator reader. Slowly, but surely they are learning more and more. I wanted it to really feel like you were in a relationship with someone. Peeling back those layers and getting closer 💞

#ask

[serendipitioussurvival]

They Call Her Alpha - Pt 1

Fem!Stiles/Peter Hale

<Next>

“They call her Mother, Destroyer… they call her Alpha.” she was supposed to instill fear into all who opposed her, hope in all that worshiped or called for her. She was supposed to be powerful, not this twig of a teenager giving him the most pitiful glare he’d ever received in his life. “They swear by her like she is a Goddess. She leaves no enemies alive, no records of her face or what she looks like, and all her people are unfalteringly loyal. The only vague description we’ve received of her looks is from the Oracle.” what, exactly, was so inspiring about the little sparkling in front of him? 

She wasn’t too attractive - her hair had multiple hues of red, honey brown, black, and chestnut but was much too oily - though he did find himself sort of enthralled with mapping out the moles and freckles dotting the expanses of fair skin he could see. 

“It’s not rare for scents to be shared.” he reasoned while turning to face his sister, completely dismissing the almost human in front of them. “She doesn’t exactly strike fear into me, sister dearest.” when she seemed unable to stop staring at the girl he let out a small, irritated growl that was quickly answered by a flash of her ruby red eyes. 

“I would remember my place, brother.” she snapped dismissively then turned her attention back to the young woman in front of her. “Isaac,” a young man with cherubic features and curly blonde hair to match stepped forward, hands shaking ever so slightly as the only indication that he was nervous - much to Peter’s pride. “Take the tape off her mouth.” 

Peter had severe doubts that this strange wannabe witchling was the dreaded spark they were looking for, those doubts all flew out the fucking window when Isaac moved into her personal space. Whiskey eyes turned almost beta gold, her anger simmered into something calming and comforting that had his inner wolf prowling from underneath his skin. When Isaac pulled the duct tape off of her lips he did so with steady hands and in a fluid motion that he quickly bowed his head in apology for. He blamed biology for paying close attention to the pink tongue that came out and wetted peach lips. 

“Pretty sure Kidnapping is still illegal, declared or otherwise.” if his wolf was prowling before it was now right underneath his skin, ready to pounce so it could get closer to her. “Heard rumors that the new queen was a ‘were, guess this war has been beneficial to you and yours.” the few Enforcers of the Hale Pack stepped forward with claws extended the moment their Alpha Queen snarled, Isaac - still relatively new to the pack - and Scott - another new addition who was the same age as Isaac - both shrunk back. Peter did not miss the way the supposed ‘Mother, Destroyer’ glanced once towards them before settling back on his sister with a tight anger that he, strangely enough, understood. 

“No war has been formally declared,” Talia reasoned after recollecting herself. 

“Oh? Might want to tell the victims that then. Humans and traitors to both sides are the casualties of your ‘peace’ war with the Unseelie Queen and her geriatric psycho fuck Pappy.” a snort of amusement escaped him before he could even think to control it. “Oh?” her eyes centered directly on him, unnerving and pleasing at the same time. “Think the death of traitors and humans is funny, do you?” she tsk’ed and eyed him up and down, “Bad dog.” 

“Then you are the ‘Alpha’?” Talia snarled while drawing her Enforcers back. 

“Alpha? I’m no wolf,” she snorted and leaned back against the chair, “You mean The Mother, though, don’t you?” she sighed heavily and rolled her shoulders. “Might as well just kill me now then, won’t get anything useful out of me.” Peter sauntered forward, grinning wide when her attention focused back on him. 

“Why’s that sweetling?” he actually laughed when she recoiled away from him in disgust. 

“Ugh, okay Uncle Bad touch, let’s just keep you over that way.” she actually did a ‘shoo’ motion with her foot, “You could totally make Creeperwolf over here a torture method,” she remarked casually to his sister but centered her gaze directly on him when he took another step towards her. “No, go away, shoo.” 

“You’re really not attracted to me,” he murmured, amazed, even as he leaned into her personal space to get a good whiff of her scent. 

“Yeah, no dip Sherlock. Yo, Queeny, what the fuck? Can you tighten the leash or something on him, this is totally borderline sexual harassment.” She was amusing, no one - aside from powerful Dark Fae - ever spoke to his sister like that. For that alone it was almost worth keeping her alive. 

“You will watch your tongue when you speak to the Seelie Queen, ant.” ah yes, cousin Andrew. How Peter adored the fanatic cousin that believed devotedly in his sister. 

“Hmm, Ant, new one. Well, your ‘Oh, most powerful light fae, Seelie Queen, unmatched in lighty goodness’-” He had to turn away from her lest she see his grin. Little tart was a mouthy one wasn’t she? Damn, he was already half smitten. “What can this humble Spark in training do for you?” 

“You’re the Alpha, the Mother.” she actually laughed for a spell before she realized that no one else was laughing with her. 

“Oh my - okay, open your lil wolfy ears and hear me when I say; I am not the Mother, Alpha, or whatever the hell else you’re searching for.” that fact that her hummingbird heartbeat remained steady and that her scent remained clear of deceit had Talia deflating just a little. “There, okay, can I go? I know it may seem hard to believe but I’m not exactly overflowing in the friend department. I’ve only got one and we kinda got a codependency goin’ on, so if you don’t mind?” she wriggled so the chains keeping her confined to the chair would jingle. Peter liked her, mouthy brat she was. 

“You were fighting a Strigoi from taking two Pup’s, why?” the girl sagged back into her chair and eyed Talia with a fatigue that dulled her vigor. 

“Because they were full shift wolves and the bastard wanted to enslave them and sell them back to Psycho Bitch Barbie and her cult of meanies.” Peter couldn’t help his laughter even if he wanted to - which he definitely did not - when he registered that she was calling Kate Argent, current Queen of the Unseelie Court, a Psycho Bitch Barbie. That took balls, it took either a tremendous amount of stupidity or courage and this little sparkling didn’t seem all that stupid. Evidence to the contrary. “Is that why you thought I was the Alpha? ‘Cause I did a little whoop ass on the Dark side Jackasses?” 

“You fit the description we’ve received, vague though it may be.” Peter’s warning growl for her at giving too much away was cut off by intrigue when she leaned forward, smelling of vanilla joy and curiosity. 

“I did? Itty bitty badass me?” Talia’s eyebrows pinched in frustration. Either because of her or because of the case of mistaken identity, Peter couldn’t tell. 

“We were clearly mistaken,” she shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts and murmured something to Scott. Nearly all watched as he left the room before they centered wearily on her. “Were you declared before?”

“Before I sided with the humans and those abandoned by both sides? No.” she settled back with a huff and kicked a single leg out to test the strength of the chains. He adored the way her grin was just a tad blood thirsty when Andrew growled warningly at her, Beta blues flashing as a warning. 

“What is your name then, Spark?” 

“Polish, you can’t say it.” She sighed and looked around, clearly bored with the current conversation. “Also an Orphan, so no known surname. Life’s a bitch, innit? You can call me Stiles, if you want to try niceties, but I’m not declaring Seelie.” 

“It is an honor-” Andrew started vehemently, drawing twin eyerolls from both Peter and ‘Stiles’. 

“And now I know that I will be avoiding you at the next siore.” he didn’t know what enticed him more, the fact that she said soire so perfectly or the fact that she could clearly speak multiple languages. 

“So, French and English. What about Polish?” he crouched in front of her, knowing that his jeans hugged his thighs and ass just right when he did so. Little tart didn’t even glance. 

“Well well, Uncle Bad Touch, you ain’t so bad at sleuthin’. So I got three languages under my belt, care to guess at which one is my native one?” he grinned and leaned in closer, ignoring his sister’s warning call of his name. 

“I’d rather get under your belt myself,” she tsked again and sighed as if disappointed with him. 

“As much as I like trading barbs with you, Uncle Bad Touch, I will have to gracefully decline. Her head tilted to the side, exposing her pretty neck and the trailing of moles that he wanted to trace.

With his tongue. 

“You wound me,” he joked, hand clasped dramatically over his heart as he rocked back on his heels. 

“I’d like to,” she glibly returned, eyes gleaming her joy and flooding the room with her vanilla pleasure. 

“Enough!” Talia snapped, drawing him back to her side by his wolf. He hated when she did that, when she took his control and snapped it to achieve her own goals. “Enough. As an undeclared you are not bound by our laws. We will let you go,” she rose her hand to quell the disagreements that rose from her decision, “but we will be keeping an eye on you. If we so much as suspect that you play a bigger part than what you seem to then we will collect you again. Make no mistake, Spark, if you so much as move a foot in a direction I deem suspicious I will make you declare a side to either be punished or governed as seen fit.”

“You know,” the Spark mused as Scott began unlocking her confines. “You’re not so bad, Queeny, but you’re hopelessly misinformed about the actual state of things. I’m sure your Seelie losses have been big,” dainty fingers rubbed at the red indentations on her wrist, “If you were aware of the actual losses your ‘not-war’ has caused-” she trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. “Well, whatever. Can I get dropped off where you’re people kidnapped me from?” A better man wouldn’t have taken the time she was walking away to check out her ass, a better man would’ve probably felt sympathy for the sparkling. Peter was not a ‘good’ man, but he wasn’t a bad one either, so when she looked back at him from over her shoulder he tore his gaze from her tempestuous ass to wink at her. Of one thing he was certain, she was either on the cusp of her twentieth year or she soon would be. She was much too interesting to kill or enslave, he hoped she stayed that way. 

“Peter, I want you to keep an eye on her.” sweet, sweet victory. “She’s hiding something but I feel we’ll have a better chance at finding out what when she thinks she’s not under scrutiny.” 

“With pleasure, sister.” 

#Peter Hale #female stiles #rule 63 stiles #spark stiles #Teen Wolf Au #Seelie #Unseelie #Kind of like Lost Girl #Only with a different twist #Eventual Steter #steter #Stiles Stilinski #eventual BAMFStiles #Queen Talia Hale #Hale Family is alive #inspired by a song #not a song fic though #Alpha-little destroyer

[rubyleaf]

#YunoAsuWeek Day 7: The Wall, the Ball, and the Greatest of All

And now, with one day’s delay due to the Leipzig Book Fair, the last day of the @yunoasuweek ​. Enjoy!

Prompt: AU

A tall, tall wall looms up in front of me.

Some people can look over it. Some people can see its other side when they jump. Some people just need to stand on their tip-toes. But not me. I’m not as tall as them. I can’t jump high enough to reach over its edge yet.

I can’t wait to see what’s waiting for me on the other side.

---

I’m too short for volleyball. Yeah, they all say that.

Some people also say I’m not just too short for volleyball. I’m also too short for my age, or just plain short, or whatever. But guess what, short players can make it too. There’s been one. You know him. He’s called the Small Giant, and he was barely taller than me.

How he made it? Well, he could just jump super high!

So I can do that too. If I work really really hard, I’m gonna jump that high too. And then I’m gonna become the next Small Giant. Screw height! You tall jerks think you’re better than me, but I’m gonna beat all of you and show you!

That’s why I practiced. Every day, every day, ever since grade school. Even though my middle school didn’t have a boys’ volleyball club. Sometimes I practiced with the girls. Sometimes with the neighborhood ladies. Sometimes even by myself. So what if was no club! I wasn’t gonna give up till I could form one and enter a tournament!

And then, in my third year of middle school, I finally did.

We were finally enough people. We were finally at a tournament. We could finally make some memories and show what we were made of! Maybe we’d make it into the second round. Maybe even further. You know, if we worked really really hard, maybe we’d even make it to the nationals!

But in the very first round we faced off against the powerhouse of the prefecture.

I don’t remember their name anymore. I don’t remember their faces. All I remember is one guy. Their strongest guy. The guy I lost to.

Their setter. Yuno. His name was Yuno.

I have to admit, he’s scary good. And tall. And also a huge jerk, even to his teammates. He doesn’t even yell at them or anything. He just tells them off with this blank face and tries to make them do whatever he wants! Like, who does he think he is? I know they call him the King of the Court ‘cause he’s so good, but that’s just too much!

So I’m gonna defeat him. I’m gonna get into the same school as the Small Giant and defeat him. He’s my rival now.

Just you wait, Yuno!

---

That’s what I think when I finally, finally come running into the gym of the high school of my dreams. The same place where the Small Giant used to play. I can’t wait to be the first at practice today and—

Hold on. I’m not the first. Somebody’s already there.

And someone really good, too. I can tell just from the way he’s playing. Man, I hope I get to play together with him sometime and—

Then I spot his face and stop short.

Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. Are you kidding me?

“Yuno?!”

The guy stops playing and turns. I can’t believe it. It actually is him! What the hell is he doing here?

“Yuno!” I yell at him, running into the gym. “What are you doing here? Get outta my high school, you jerk!”

He doesn’t even get mad at me or anything. He just blinks, like he’s confused. “Not a chance,” he says. “This is my high school too.”

“It can’t be your high school, it’s my high school!” I shoot back. “Shouldn’t you be playing for some fancy powerhouse or something?”

Yuno says nothing. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. His stupid, handsome face stays blank.

Wait. Does he even remember me?

“In case you’re wondering,” I declare. “I’m Asta! And I’m your rival, Yuno!”

Yuno still doesn’t bat an eye. “You’re that loud guy from the first round, right?”

Now I’m the one who’s confused. “You remember me?”

“You're pretty easy to remember.” Yuno doesn’t blink. “You totally sucked.”

“Excuse you! That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna beat you!”

“Not a chance.”

“Oh yeah? I’m gonna prove it! Play against me! Play me right now!”

I’m not expecting him to actually say yes, because it’s obvious that he thinks he’s too good for me, but Yuno actually shrugs and nods. “Sure,” he says. “Show me what you’re made of.”

How can this guy be so calm? It’s irritating!

“Okay!” I shout, taking on a fighting stance. “Bring it on, Yuno!”

---

Ten minutes later we’re both kicked out the door.

“And you’re not coming back in,” Captain Yami says as he shoves our club signup forms at our faces, “till you get along. You’ve fucked up enough already.”

Then the door shuts with a clang, and we’re left outside.

“Hey!” I shout and bang on it. “Captain Yami, I’m sorry! Please let us back in! I promise we’re not gonna pick any fights anymore! Or blow the wig off the vice-principal’s head! It was just one time, okay?”

Silence. If Captain Yami and the other upperclassmen can hear us, they’re ignoring us.

“Jerk,” I say to Yuno. “This is your fault.”

Yuno stares back, and finally he shows some irritation in his blank face. “You started it.”

“Yeah, and who slammed that stupid ball so hard it bounced and hit the vice-principal? You go back in and apologize!”

“Not a chance.”

“Hey! I dunno ‘bout you, but I’d like to stay in this club and not get kicked out! They’re not gonna listen to us till we get along, so—”

Wait a sec. I think I just had an idea.

“Hold up,” I say. “I have a plan.”

A moment later we knock on the door together. It opens a crack, and Captain Yami’s eye peers out at us. Yuno and I exchange a look.

“One, two, three,” I whisper.

“We’re very sorry for fighting!” we both say in sync... okay, more in sync-ish, but it’s the thought that counts, right? “We promise we won’t fight anymore so please let us back in!”

“I heard them counting,” Magna remarks from behind Yami’s back.

“And they were still out of sync,” Luck pipes in.

“And glaring daggers at each other,” says Finral.

Captain Yami just gives us a dark look. “You’re not making a fool outta me,” he says. “I can see through your bullshit. Come back when you can do better.”

“Wait!”

Yuno’s foot stops the door before it closes. “We’ll play together,” he says. “Against any of you guys. And if we win, you let us back on the team.”

---

And that’s how we ended up at the gym at five in the morning, racing each other to the door and both trying to be the first one in.

“Just move already,” Yuno says as he tries to push me aside. “I won the race anyway.”

“Like hell you did! It was a draw!” I push back. “I would’ve won if you hadn’t grabbed my shirt and pulled me back, anyway!”

“I didn’t do that.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

“Guys,” Finral’s voice pops up from behind us. “Is it really that important when the door’s big enough for both of you?”

So we start practice. Our match will be three on three, we agreed with Captain Yami. Magna’s on our team officially. Finral’s helping us not so officially. That’s all good. There’s just one itty, bitty, tiny problem.

“What the hell are those tosses?” I shout after missing the millionth one in a row. “Nobody can hit ‘em that fast! Toss normally, dammit!”

“You couldn’t even hit a normal toss at the tournament,” Yuno replies.

“That was back then, now is now! Are you trying to win this or not?”

“I’m trying. You’re not trying.”

“At least I’m trying to cooperate with my teammates!”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.”

“Oh yeah? Just you watch me!” I pick up the ball and shove it against Yuno’s chest. “I’m not gonna give up till I can hit your spikes!”

Something in Yuno’s expression changes, but I can’t put my finger on it.

---

“I’ve been thinking.”

I look up with my meat bun still in my mouth. “Hm?”

“About how to win,” Yuno says, staring up at the night sky. We’ve been practicing at the park until now and are about to head home. “You can run fast and jump high, but your timing with spikes sucks.”

I choke on my food. “Hey—”

“So I want to try something,” Yuno goes on. “Just jump and hit how it fits you. I’ll get the ball to your hand.”

---

Ka-boom.

I open my eyes. For a moment I’m still floating in midair, the net stretched out below me, the other side of the court beyond. The ball bounces off the floor and rolls across the gym. My hand tingles.

“I hit it!” I shout. “I hit it, Yuno!”

“Of course you did,” Yuno answers. “I made sure you would.”

But he looks pretty impressed himself, and there’s a small smile on his face. I grin back.

“One more! One more!”

---

Blocked again.

I’m out of breath. My arms and legs hurt. It’s been going so well until now, but Luck is scary. He’s not even that tall, but he can reach anything. Everything.

“One more,” I say, but I’m losing energy. Dammit. We were leading just a minute ago. Now we’re about to fall behind.

Yuno sends me the next toss, and the next, and the next. Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. Luck is everywhere I am. I can’t match up against him.

“One... more.”

I run and jump again, but this time Yuno doesn’t toss to me. He tosses to Magna instead, and he scores at once. Luck’s still been marking me.

Dammit.

The next tosses go to Magna too. I wonder if I should even still jump. Sometimes Yuno looks at me like he wonders that too. So I keep jumping and jumping anyway. Out of spite.

Then, suddenly, Yuno looks at me as he jumps for the ball. Really looks at me. And I just know.

I run. I jump. Then I close my eyes.

The ball against my hand. Luck’s hands are still in front of me. He’s bigger than me, taller. Faster too, probably.

But I’m not alone. I’ve got Yuno.

With all my strength I send the ball over the net.

I wait for the slam as it’s blocked yet again, but this time the sound is different. It hits against Luck’s hands. But when it lands on the ground, the sound comes from the other side of the net.

I open my eyes.

The ball has bounced straight through Luck’s block and hit the floor. I scored. No, we scored. Luck’s taller than me, but that didn’t stop me this time.

The other side of the wall... is that what it looks like?

When I land on the ground Yuno and I are both grinning. Then we both get tackled by Magna and almost knocked into the net.

This guy is still my rival, but I guess he’s not half bad. Not just as a player... as a teammate too.

I tap a fist against his chest. “One more like that, Yuno!” I say. “Let’s win this!”

Yuno smiles and returns the gesture. “You don’t have to tell me.”

---

A tall, tall wall looms in front of me.

But with my new teammate, I think I’m still a bit taller.

#you knew it was coming. haikyuu au #black clover #yunoasu #yunoasu week #asta #yuno #yami sukehiro #magna swing #luck voltia #finral roulacase #me and my writings #headcanons