#<< Sorry it took so long to get this done

[takes1]

your needy Kenma smut was SOOO good omfg I was biting my fist reading it!! can i request a needy suna smut?

needy!suna rintarou x reader

hi!! so glad you liked it!! wow this took me so long i'm so sorry! i just could not find a way to write it without it being exactly the same as kenma's!

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / forbidden, established relationship / manager!reader / vocal!suna / whiny!suna / needy!suna / bratty!suna / liiiight mommy kink nobody freak tf out!! / suna has a cute laugh / creampie / raw cuddly sex / 1.9k words

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"Don't look at me like that, Rin'."

Your fingers were smushing the lower half of his face, angling his head away from you. His head stayed obediently forward at the center court, but those eyes were still piercing through you.

Through his fishy-lips, his words became jumbled together, "'can' helb i'--,"

It wasn't his fault he looked so mean, so critical when he focused in on something.

"I can't help it," He spat, rubbing his jaw.

Suna wasn't careful about his hand placement. The members of Inarizaki knew you had been dating for a time, but Coach Kurosu did not need a reason to question your managerial position.

When you pushed his hand away from your waist, his face scrunched; that mean and bitter look returned, tenfold.

A frustrated, hushed, but not quiet, "I want you."

Though it wasn't an appropriate time, place, or circumstance, it would be lie to say that it wasn't hot. The unique mixture of his assertive, court-like focus and lesser-known bedroom-only begging forced you to cross your arms.

"You-," You glanced around, thankful nobody heard that, "Have a game to focus on."

The attitude he gave was not only unwarranted, but it succeeded in making you less receptive. To you, it was obvious that he was only looking for an out. He was tired and halfway through a challenging match. You couldn't spare to be his partner right now, and he did not like that.

He sucked his teeth, tapped his foot, crossed his arms, worked his jaw, and gave you a sharp sigh, all within five minutes of angry silence.

What a whiny bastard.

You found his struggle almost amusing. At the moment, it was more important to maintain your focus, for the both of you.

Still, it kept you wondering throughout the remainder of the match: What had you possibly done to warrant such a strong response?

Every instance that he had to be around the bench, drinking water, a temporary switch-out, he would send you a deeply dissatisfied glance. You didn't justify it with a reaction. He was being bratty.

Though you were a prude, anti-PDA personality in public, especially around the team-- you were the one to push him back onto the mattress and throw his shirt across the room, once you were back at his place.

"Fuck--mnh!"

That pretty sigh was all he could get out before you were on top of him.

"Start talking," You muttered. Your shirt was off in seconds.

His breathing grew heavy, eyes black with lust at the sight of your pretty skin, his favorite bra he clocked earlier under your shirt- the whole reason his mind got to spinning.

Suna was kept this irritating, calculating, slithery persona up around his friends, and especially during matches, because he learned that it kept him safe. He didn't always like being so on edge. He wanted to trust somebody enough to tell them everything that passed through his mind, to be skin-to-skin and a little weird, because you were comfortable and safe.

Here, under you, after enough love and time, he knew he didn't need to waste energy on appearances.

"I- ah-h, I just wanted you so bad," Was his honest attempt at an explanation.

He sat up to touch you, kiss you, but you kept him to the sheets with a forearm.

"Are you trying to get me kicked out?"

Suna huffed, eyes bouncing from your face, to your confined tits, then back, "What?""

Your legs slid a bit further apart, weight settling better onto his warm lap, "If Coach finds out we're dating, you know I'm gone."

You snapped, just for emphasis, but he flinched, "Like that. In an instant."

He was painfully hard. You could feel him throbbing, even through his combo of athletic shorts and thick sweatpants. Despite the circumstances, you knew he was keen enough to understand that you were a little pissed off about his lack of restraint.

He was in that spot you liked seeing him work through. Struggling, deciding whether to be nice, or snarky.

"You're smarter than that, baby," Was much kinder of a statement in tone, but it tipped him off to be rude, instead.

Those narrowed eyes dripped down to your chest slow, sweet, like honey.

"Why'd you wear that, then?" He felt you stiffen. He placed a hot palm onto your hip to help his well-intentioned venom settle.

You couldn't believe that was his entire problem, summed up in five words.

"Are you really so dirty-minded that you could tell what bra I was wearing? Under my shirt?"

The call-out was meant to return his energy, but he responded in a more secure way than you.

"When it's you, yeah--," He sat up with ease, against your pushing, just to remind you that he could outclass your force if he wanted to. He caught your small frown and he corrected himself, "Yes, ma'am."

You gave a small hum, a low-lidded stare right back at him. He was so hot when he deferred to you.

It warranted a strong, messy kiss- all charged with hours of denial, suggestive glances, and too many minutes of clothed rubbing.

All your clothes came off in a range of easy to difficult, distracted efforts.

Suna lay under you, all flushed and twitchy with anticipation. Your hands flitted down his sensitive, strong sides, his cock crammed between your legs, getting spoiled and slick. Not inside, not just yet.

You loved tickling him just to hear his laugh.

And he'd tolerate anything with you gliding over his dick, like that. Giving him such a good view.

"Shhh-haha-h-ahh!" He bit his lip to keep from giggling, moaning, too much or too loudly.

That look he gave you was enough. All twisted, pleading, intelligent. Like he knew exactly what he said and how he said it, would get you turned on.

His sound was adorable, rare.

It was unrestrained, and light, cute, enough to understand why he kept it behind his hand around his friends. Sounded exactly like something a bunch of guys might make fun of him for.

"Hmm.. Let's cuddle fuck," You pressed a tingly kiss just under his ear.

You knew he was feeling lazy. Your job today wasn't easy, either. You wanted to feel close at the end of a busy day, more than anything.

Suna was warm, and tired, and tacky to the touch but it all added to how badly you wanted each other. It was a demanding match, and getting all upset with each other made it feel that much longer.

Slick, and hot, and easy was the adjustment to him. Nothing to do with his real size- you were just ready, after having to put up an act, as if you were too above all of it.

The panting you had to listen to on the sidelines, watching him miss his mouth with the squeezy bottle, all the sweat and water dripping onto his jersey, it ate at you, corroded the brick walls you put up. Even his frustrated glare was sexy. He couldn't stop looking at you, even with an important task at hand, or when his teammates needed him to focus.

Now he fucked you like your mean -still, justified- rejection was never a problem, like he was savoring you slowly.

"Yes-yes, yesyes," Suna swallowed up your moans in a greedy kiss.

"Mmh- how's that feel--?" You purred.

"So good," A satisfied groan, "Fuck- Got such a perfect pussy."

His hand kept your thigh up, your knee close to your shoulder. He inspired a gasp at how quickly he bottomed out to your teasing.

He stretched you so good, so easily, and kept your trembling steady in his grasp-- but every sound he made was shaky, barely held together, and never masked.

After three months, Suna decided at some point on his own that he could trust you enough to completely let go in the bedroom. Though he naturally gravitated to a more submissive role, he usually said some downright sleazy, vulgar shit to get his kicks.

"A-ha, h-fuc-k, aughh, you feel so good, you--," His breath clipped into a high, closed-mouth whine as he pulled you harder onto the base of his cock, just flexing hard, as deep as he could get.

Your teeth sunk into his pillowcase, fingers filled with plush.

The knowledge that he loved it, but couldn't ever get as deep as he wanted, had your strength waning. Squeezing, bracing, at all the butterflies tired you out.

Although, if it were a competition, Suna had you beat by a mile. The drooling, whiny mess behind you may have had enough to strength to use his body weight to keep you smushed, but you could tell he was sloppier, clumsier, with exhaustion.

He buried his face in your neck.

"I-I'h- needed you so bad," His moan was so light and breathy- like he was swimming on Cloud 9-, "So-h, so... fucking...bad."

Your uncontrollable squirm to get away from the sensation was met with instant crushing. Even if you wanted your thigh back, it would never happen.

"Mh-h-! Rin-," You tried to speak, but he was hitting all your angles just right, so you stopped.

His words were twisting up that knot in your tummy, the trap of his arms a steady, innocent backdrop to how filthy he decided to fuck you.

Slurred mutters, consisting of mostly nonsense syllables and phrases, sometimes bred real messages like, "So hot," "Mommy," "So much," and, "'Can't take it."

His yapping, you thought, may have been a way of making up for how little he spoke, usually. You were generally much quieter than him here, but outside of the bedroom, the opposite remained true. It was cute.

"M'so- close-mh," His groans were short, choked on pleasure, his squeezing desperate and uneven.

The idea of him finishing close, hugging you, just like this, was too hot to let not happen.

You gathered yourself to tell him, "C-um-- Mh, inside, pretty boy."

"F-uck!" That tone completely tipped him over the edge.

Your grin was to yourself, twitchy and genuine, before the feeling of fullness set in.

He was left to fuck out his load as deep inside of you as he could get, "Fuckfu-ck- Ahh-hh-!"

Your nails dragged across his skin- the white hot, pulsing enough to spur a sudden orgasm. Dark lines remained in their wake as your muffled whines filled his ears.

And Suna was nothing if not dedicated. He fucked you as well as he could through your own, whinier, less violent experience. His breath, laden in the resolution of his own, was hot and tingly across your sensitive ear.

You squeezed his arm to stop and he finally let your leg down.

"Hm...sorry," He mumbled into a peck against your cheek, "You okay?"

Sore, and achy, you shared a giggly kiss. He softened naturally and you readjusted to hold each other, warm and soft, with chemical infatuation.

"Mhmm," You stole a longer, slower kiss.

Those pretty eyes watched you, worshipped you, as you rubbed your hand across his jaw.

"Perfect."

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[yandere-daydreams]

omfg.. i need mommy!geto to absolutely infantalize me when im having a breakdown. like just imagine that you've been kidnapped by him and Of course you're crying like a rational response and he's just delusional enough to think that popping a tit in your mouth will be enough to soothe you. and him telling you not to bite or he'll hit you.. sorry your mommy geto has awoken a voracious beast in me that absolutely needs to be forced to call a grown ass man mommy and suck from his tits while he uses your mental breakdown as a thinly veiled attempt to get his dick hard.

hmmm consider,,,, geto as an empty-nester,,, his girls are out on his own and now, he's only got the pretty young thing he recently abducted against your will took in to keep him company,,, you cry and whine and throw tantrums so often that, after your first real punishment, you're sobbing so hard and screaming so loudly that suguru's heart just can't take it anymore :(( at first, he only wants to hold you close, to make you bury your face in his chest, but all your squirming displaces his robes and you look so small pressed up against him and soon, all he can think about is treating you like the crybaby you are.

he strokes your hair and coos so softly, telling you just how to suck without using your teeth, making sure you know what'll happen if you unlatch before he gives you permission to. it's not long before your sobbing dies now into the occasional pathetic whimper, before you give up on clawing at him in favor of going limp in his arms. he's even nice enough not to draw attention to the stiff erection pressing into your ass - at least, not until your eyes go glassy and its clear you're done doing silly things like "thinking" for a while. he really does hate to baby you, but you just make it so easy, with how childish you act and all. maybe, when you stop being such a little brat, he won't have to be such an overbearing mother.

maybe.

it's not likely, though.

[inumkii]

mha boys working at a bakery

included: bakugou, kirishima, denki, shouto, and a little dabi feature

okay this prompt except its not awwww cute baker au! inspired by my old job, it was a bit miserable but i try to look back on it fondly

bakugou’s one of the bakers, almost always opening at 6am. there's a rare occasion where you're scheduled to open with only him and he's there early, prepping the dough with faint classical music playing in the background. opening shifts with him (and shifts in general) can be quite nice because he tends to mind his own business while you cover the counter, but you have walked in to him yelling at denki for leaving the scones in the oven for too long. i would say he’s pretty quiet when he bakes as long as no one else gets in his way. feel free to talk about whatever as he bakes because for you, he’ll silently listen. for anyone else, he’s complaining that they’re distracting him- unless! two people are talking mad shit or gossiping on the clock, he’s secretly listening in.

saturday morning opening shifts are your favorite because the two baker and two counter combo is almost always bakugo, kirishima, mina, and you. the reason why you put up with the miserable opening hours is because kiri and mina loveeeee to gossip about everything they’ve learned throughout the week between your coworkers and bakugou chimes in with additional information that no one else knew. you guys are surprised every time but he just shrugs it off.

kirishima is a sweetheart who does all the tasks that you don’t want to do. ask him to cover mopping tonight? done. need the stack of 50 sheet trays carried to the back? he’s taking care of it. he’s normally baking in the morning but he’ll close from time to time and you always know you’ll be out early when you see his name on the schedule.

denki takes closing shifts more often because he likes to call dibs on the pastries that didn't sell that day. he works at the counter more than baking,,, we all know why.. but he insists he can do either!! for everyone’s sake, especially the customers, you stick him behind the register.

i do think large group orders freak denki out so you have to stand next to him and help him ring them up every time. you really can't tell if he's pretending for the sake of having you by his side or if he genuinely can’t do it. (its a bit of both)

you guys have a closing checklist where you have to sign your name next to every cleanup task after completion but you and denki both hate doing the same things. so he’ll be a pain in the ass and sign his name prematurely on random tasks so you’ll get stuck on mopping duty. sorry. this is getting self indulgent but your personal favorite task is to take the chalk board advertisement for the bakery back inside at the end of the day. after a 7 hour shift, its a nice thirty second walk outside. somehow denki finds out that you love that task so he starts beating you to it. its gotten to a point where someone will innocently ask if anyone's taken in the sign for the night and there's a split second where you guys look at each other before immediately racing out the front door to see who can get to it first.

shouto is a gentleman!!!!!! he’s always there in the daytime, takes the 9-4 shifts mostly. hired as a baker but he took the counter once and he really charmed those old ladies popping in for their morning muffin so he’s kinda been defaulted to the front. you’ve been guilty at handing the phone to him when a wholesale order has gotten too confusing and he’ll kindly take over. he’s become the face the regulars see the most when they walk in due to the nature of his shift times.

you mostly catch shouto for an hour or two when you work closing shifts, coming in around 2. some nights, by the time you realize you need to take out the trash, its already dark outside. the dumpster walk isn’t necessarily far, but its not pleasant nor does it feel very safe. but when you go to check the trash, you realize shouto silently took them out before he got off his shift a few hours ago so you didn’t have to walk out in the dark. he’s never scheduled closing shifts, but if someone needs it covered + he sees that you're the other closer, he’s quick to offer. walks you back to your car too.

there’s a coffee shop in the same shopping complex that your bakery is friendly with. by the end of the night, any leftover pastries get put into a ziplock and handed over to them in exchange for a free coffee. the mysterious barista who’s name tag reads ‘dabi’ is always the one to thank you for bringing over the treats and making your latte. he knows exactly what you're gonna get every time he sees you walking up to the front of the cafe. he sends you off every night with a wink and your coffee in hand

(you aren’t aware that dabi is related to shouto at all. its never been brought up and they're mostly on different shift schedules. so when shouto hears about your closing night exchanges, he starts shifting his schedule just so he can accompany you. and to keep an eye on his brother to make sure he’s not going to pull anything funny.)

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additional all might as my boss: early morning opening shifts are your worst enemy just because you cannottt be bothered to wake up earlier than noon, so when you do, you come in having just woken up ten minutes before. your boss catches you one morning and stops you for a ten minute rant about how you should be more confident with your bare face! and makeup is a social construct, so feel beautiful with yourself!! and you think its sweet but you didnt even notice how you weren’t even wearing the usual makeup look. thanks greg. i guess. he means well.

[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🧴 [ Risky Kitten ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Seeing a new trend pop up on your for you page you just knew you had to try it with your boyfriend.

Pairing : Sylus x fem! Reader

Word count : 0.5K Words

Genre : Fluff, hinting to suggestiveness

Warnings : None

a/n : Saw this trend on Insta or Tiktok and had to immediately think of Sylus haha!

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Lazying around the manor while Sylus was out on a mission with the twin, the only company you have being Mephisto who rests softly on your lap as you scroll through your for you page.

Most of the videos being shown to you are rather basic, some cooking, some storys, some pranks - till a certain prank caught your eyes. It's a trend where the partner is wearing a towel filming themself, short closing underneath to catch the reaction of their significant other when they just flare the towel open. Most of these seemed so funny, most of them grabbing their partner shielding them with their own body or yanking them along with them to the side. Now this gave you an idea.

"This will be interesting Mephy.." Smirking down at the clueless bird, you place him to the side as you get up to grab the shortes clothes you have to perfectly hide under a towel, before wrapping one of the soft and luxurious towels of Sylus around your body. Checking in the mirror to make sure your shorst or strapless top wasn't peaking out from underneath, before settling down with Mephisto again, waiting for your boyfriend and his henchman to arrive back at the manor.

It took them a few hours, but you immediately stood up when you heard footsteps walk through the halls to the bedroom of Sylus where you were waiting with Mephisto. "Hello sweetie, how was your day?" Sylus mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, making you giggle. "It was fine! Mephy and I cuddled the whole day! Actually I have something I want to show you!" Standing up he eyes the towel suspiciously but follows you, propping up your phone he thinks you'll show him some new stupid Tiktok dance you learned or maybe some trick you teached Mephisto. But what happened next he didn't think about.

"Okay ready?" You smile after hitting recording, looking at your man as he nods, before he can even say something else your hands move to the towel yanking it open, the white haired man panicking as he grabs you and yanks you away from the camera, before looking down at your laughing form. Dressed in some booty shorts and the shortest top he had ever seen you in, not even knowing you own this.

"Oh you're so done for kitten.." He growls, grabbing your phone to shut it down before stalking over to you, the mechancal crow long gone now. "It was just a prank! I'm sorry!" You giggle, hans up trying to shield yourself from the broad man approaching you. But in one swift motion he grabs your waist, hoisting you up and throwing you onto the bed. The matress making your body bounce back as he towers over your body now, hunger filling his eyes.

"You sealed you fate the moment you told Mephisto this would be fun." Sylus smirks down at you as your face falls, that damn bird! Looking up at Sylus smirk he slowly lowers himself down, locking his lips with yours. His to gue prying your lips open with ease making you moan into the kiss.

"Let's see what I missed seeing.." His fingers hook themselves into the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling them down. And oh boy were you in for a long night, if pranks like this ended always like this, maybe you should prank the dragon more often.

[mssorceressupreme]

Truth or Dare | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Fred realises his true feelings for you once you are dared to french kiss George during a round of truth or dare. Draco then forces you to kiss him instead, which only results in a brawl. You then take Fred back to the common room and help clean his wounds.

Warnings/tags: violence/fighting, jealous!fred, kissing, non-con touch, Draco being a git (sorry malfoy lovers 😭), cleaning wounds after a fight trope, reader isn't in a specified house here, spicy ending (if u squint)

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The Ravenclaw common room had never seen a gathering quite like this. The enchanted blue flames flickered in the fireplace, casting a radiant glow over the room, which today, was packed with students from all four houses.

Luna had invited everyone over, claiming that a “spontaneous social gathering” would be a great way to pass the time and forget about your studies for a while.

The usual gryffindor group, Cedric and some hufflepuffs, the slytherin trio and Cho, all decided to partake in this gathering.

And so, there you all were, sitting in a large, chaotic circle on the floor, playing a game of truth or dare that had long spiralled out of control.

The rules were simple: if you refused a dare or a truth, you had to take Veritaserum and spill your deepest, darkest secret in front of everyone. No one wanted to risk that.

So far, Harry had been dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room, which led to him—rather sheepishly—kissing Ginny, earning a gag from Ron. But moments later, Ron found himself a stuttering mess when Hermione had been dared to sit on his lap for two rounds, her face burning red while he struggled to keep his cool.

Neville, poor thing, had been forced to recount an embarrassing moment where he tripped down an entire staircase in front of his crush, which turned out alright anyway because they went to Madam Pomfrey together and spent the whole day chatting.

And now, it was your turn.

Draco, who sat beside you, leaned in with a smug grin. “Alright Y/N, let’s make this interesting,” he drawled. “I dare you to French kiss the person sitting across from you.”

You turned your head, your stomach flipping.

And there sat George Weasley, grinning at you like he had already won.

The room erupted into cheers, and George wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Well, Y/N, I won’t say no,” he teased, leaning back on his hands.

Your heart sank a little—not because George was a bad choice, but because you wished it was his twin instead.

Still, rules were rules.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and took slow tentative steps across the large circle, kneeling in front of George. “Alright Georgie, just get it over with,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

George chuckled. “Hey! At least pretend to be excited.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly, before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back easily, bringing a hand to your neck, letting it linger a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away, flustered.

George gave you a grin then winked, and you smiled back. He was one of your closest friends, after all; teasing you came naturally to him.

"Okay that's done!" Flustered, you rose up and hurried back to your spot next to Draco.

"You guys are adorable." Cho, who was sitting on the other side of you, nudged you gently, and you laughed nervously.

Sure, George was handsome, humorous, and kind, but he wasn't Fred. To most people, they were pretty much the same person, two halves of a whole, but to you, it was different. There was something about Fred that you saw differently.

Speaking of Fred, you shot a quick glance in his direction, curious as to his whole reaction regarding the scene that just unfolded.

Fred hadn’t said a word.

He sat stiffly, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he glared at his twin. Something in his chest twisted when he saw George’s smug grin.

But it wasn't entirely George's fault. You see, no one knew of Fred's secret crush on you. Would you call it a crush? Man, feelings were a complicated mystery to Fred, he never bothered going down that lane, it was foreign to him. Best avoid all that sappy stuff, y'know.

Draco, however, was unimpressed. “That was pathetic,” he scoffed, leaning closer to you. “You call that a French kiss? It had to be longer.”

You folded your arms, tilting your head to the side. “You didn’t even say how long.”

Draco smirked. “Fine, then, two minutes. You can do it on me instead. Save you the hassle of walking over there again."

The room let out a collective “ooooh,” and your stomach churned.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Crabbe, Goyle and Dean chanted.

"Wha—I already did the dare!" You countered, raising your hands in defence.

"Hmm now that Draco mentioned it, it was a bit of a short kiss, barely a French kiss, more like a Portuguese kiss." Lee agreed, resting his hand on his chin.

"Portuguese kiss? That's not even a thing you git." Angelina chortled, throwing her head back.

Before you could react, Draco leaned in slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers barely grazed your cheek, but it was enough to make you shift uncomfortably. He patted your head, smiling like he was doing you some kind of favour.

You didn’t like it.

But Draco was your friend, and this was supposed to be fun, so you ignored it. You didn't want to ruin the mood for everyone so you forced yourself to tolerate it.

Fred, however, wasn’t ignoring it.

His hand was clenched into a tight fist in his lap, and his usually mischievous eyes were laced with something entirely different.

Draco leaned in again, wrapping one arm around you. “Come on, then,” he murmured, his smirk widening. “Or do you want the Veritaserum?”

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You didn’t want to kiss him. But you definitely didn’t want to take the serum, either.

Draco took your hesitation as an invitation. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

The crowd cheered again, urging you on.

Draco removed his arm then ruffled your hair slightly, "Don't be a wuss, I'll make it enjoyable for ya."

"Don't be scared Y/N, it's only a kiss!" Seamus encouraged, hoping to make you feel better, but it only made you feel worse.

Only a kiss? You wanted to save french kissing for someone special, not some ridiculous dare.

Draco leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His hand brushed against your arm, he was so close that you could now smell his fresh scent. You leaned back instinctively, smiling awkwardly while brushing your arm.

Everyone was so caught up encouraging the two of you to kiss that no one paid attention to the speed at which Fred stood up from the floor and bolted to Draco, tackling him harshly.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as the two of them crashed onto the floor. Draco barely had time to react before Fred punched him, his face twisted in pure rage. The two of them were now in a brawl, wrestling each other on the ground. It was clear that no one was going easy on each other.

“Keep your hands off her,” Fred snapped, his voice low and furious.

Draco, stunned for only a second, sneered up at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

"Fred! Oi! Stop, it's just a game!" Lee's attempt at stopping Fred with his words was useless.

Fred wasn’t listening. His fists clenched, his breathing heavy as he pinned Draco down, gripping his shirt harshly.

Draco’s smirk returned. “Merlin, are you jealous Weasley?”

Fred loosened his grip, blinking slowly, "I..."

"Called it. Bet you wished it was you getting to french kiss Y/N then. Why don't you let me finish my dare with her so I can show you how it's done eh?" Draco remarked, all too obnoxiously for Fred's liking.

Fred's eyes grew darker, laced with furiousness.

He lunged again, and in a matter of seconds, they were full-on fighting.

Gasps and shouts filled the room as they tumbled, fists flying, knocking over a pile of books and scattering cards from an abandoned wizarding chess game. The flood thudded heavily, as they continued their wrestling.

“Fred! Draco! Stop!” Voices pleaded, but they were drowned out as Fred was blinded by rage. How dare Draco force himself onto you like that?!

No one listened.

You watched them in pure horror as they fought; you joined the others in yelling at them to stop, but none of them listened.

Hermione immediately went to comfort you, placing a comforting hand on your arm and sending you an apologetic look. Was this all because of you? You felt like shit for causing this, bloody hell, you should've just french kissed Draco.

“Merlin’s beard, Fred, stop!” George tried pulling his twin back, but Fred shook him off, shoving him away.

Cedric attempted to pull Draco off Fred, but Draco pushed him aside, scoffing, "Not now Diggory!"

Draco, despite being an arrogant prat, was also a decent fighter, and he managed to shove Fred back, wiping a bit of blood from his lip.

“What the hell?!” you finally yelled, eyes darting from Fred to Draco.

Fred froze.

His furious gaze met yours, his chest rising and falling heavily, as he wiped some blood off his lips.

He swallowed hard. Then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the common room.

You hesitated only a second before running after him.

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You found him on the astronomy tower balcony, leaning against the railing, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

The night air was cold, but Fred’s skin was burning.

You took a deep breath. “Fred—”

“Why don’t you go check on Draco?” he cut in sharply. “Or George. Your boyfriends.”

Your brows furrowed. “They’re not my boyfriends. You're being ridiculous now.”

Fred let out a short, humourless laugh. “Really? You were getting pretty cozy with George back there.”

You sighed. “It was a dare, Fred.”

“Oh, and Draco just happened to be all over you?” He turned to face you, and that’s when you saw it—his bruised lip, the cut on his cheekbone, the faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, I know we're friends but I can handle myself." You assumed he was being protective as a friend, so you attempted comforting him, but failed miserably at doing so.

"Yeah, friends." He pressed his lips together.

You took a step closer wanting to reach up, but Fred’s eyes flickered elsewhere. “Don’t.”

You froze.

“I don’t need you feeling bad for me,” he muttered, turning back to the railing. His grip tightened. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, Fred,” you said softly.

Silence stretched between you. The wind howled through the tower, whipping his hair slightly, but Fred didn’t move.

Your gaze drifted to his hands. His knuckles were raw, bruised from the fight.

Without thinking, you reached out, gently prying one of his fists open. He held his breath, glancing down at you.

Your fingers traced the swelling on his knuckles, your touch featherlight. “We need to clean this up.”

Fred didn’t protest. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, watching you. He released his breath, silently agreeing.

Wordlessly, you pulled his hand in yours, leading him down the spiral staircase, away from the cold, away from the fight, away from everyone else.

—

The fire crackled softly in the Gryffindor common room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The common room was empty—everyone was either asleep or still in the Ravenclaw tower, talking about what had happened.

Fred sat on the couch, his arms resting on his knees, his head tilted slightly downward. He hadn’t said much since you dragged him back.

You returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth and knelt in front of him.

“Hold still,” you murmured, gently dabbing at the dried blood on his lip.

Fred flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. He just watched you, his hazel eyes unreadable, though there was a glimmer of something, awe, perhaps. His eyes studied yours, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you focused on cleaning his wounds. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, you were the epitome of beauty in his eyes, a darling angel.

You focused on cleaning him up, biting your lip. The silence between you was begging to be broken, heavy with something left unsaid. But you chose to ignore it, shifting your focus to getting Fred cleaned up. You see, it was the way you were always so caring towards everyone, so kind, always selflessly giving your time away to help those who needed it. That was part of the reason Fred had fallen for you in the first place, your kindness.

Fred exhaled sharply as you pressed on his wound.

"Sorry..." you mutter, but he gently removed your arm, and rested it on his knee.

“I don’t know how to stop this,” he said suddenly.

You paused, looking up at him. “Stop what?”

He let out a cheerless laugh. “This. You. Making me feel like a complete idiot.”

Your heart pace increased. “I—”

“Do you know what it’s like?” His voice was raw, unfiltered, a slight rasp as he spoke softly. “Watching you? Seeing every guy in that room touch you? Kiss you?” He shook his head. “I nearly lost my mind.”

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Never thought I'd admit it, but I’ve wanted you,” his voice low, almost trembling. “For so long, and I—” He broke off, exhaling harshly. “And then tonight, I had to sit there and watch it. Merlin, it drove me so bloody mad.”

Your hands were shaking. Was this it? The Fred you never thought would ever return your feelings, about to spew the words right out?

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, something desperate behind this gaze.

“I hate that you don’t see it,” he muttered.

“See what?” you breathed.

His lips parted, and for a second, he hesitated.

“That I love you.”

Your breath caught, inhaling as you paused.

Fred let out a rough laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Godric, I love you. I don’t just like you, I love you. And it kills me because I know you don’t feel the same way so I just thought I'd keep it to myself but here we are."

Your heartbeat felt as though it was pounding loud enough to wake up the whole dorm.

“You idiot,” you whispered.

Fred blinked. “What?”

“You idiot,” you repeated, your voice shaking. Then, before he could react, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his with all the emotion you've held back, the words you've been dying to say to him.

It was nothing like the kiss with George.

This was everything.

Fred let out a soft, startled sound before his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. His lips moved against yours, desperate, breathless. He kissed you like he had something to prove, like he needed you to know how much he meant it.

And you did.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting up from kneeling and he pulled you onto his lap, now straddling him in the common room, to which you were thankful that no one was around.

A soft moan escaped you, as he sucked on your lower lip, your hands tangled themselves in his fluffy hair, tugging lightly.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Fred let out a quiet, shaky laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “You better.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, and he grinned.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, kissing him again as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled into the kiss, desperately needing a round two with you, his Y/N.

[gracie-eilish]

Hii!💓

I saw your post about the Taylor Billie crossover and that’s such a cute idea!!!! I thought maybe you could write a fic inspired by seven. (smth about homophobic parents and reader goes to live with Billie. Like the bridge)

Please don’t feel pressured to write this xx

i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates ✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

warnings: mention of homophobic parents, i tried to keep it as light and fluffy as i could!!it’s kinda long as well! i didn’t wanna break it into two parts lol!

an: thank you for the request!! i’m so sorry it took so long to get out😭😭 this song means a lot to me and my friends as i’m sure it does to a lot of people so i wanted it to be good!! i hope you like it!🫣🤞☺️

an: two fics in one day!! woo!! i’m working my way through requests and tryinggg to finish up some other long fics (my peachy babies i see you and it’s happening i promise!!) thank you as always for ur patience. also just wanted to say thanks for the love this last month!! it’s been almost a month since i started posting and i love it here:) anywhosies!! here’s seven.

august 13th, 6:57pm, Coopersburg, PA.

the babble of the creek beneath you, the squeaking of the tire swing, and the birds chirping created a melody, sweeter than any song billie had written before. and mixed with the sound of your sweet giggles, billie was sure she was in heaven.

the sun was starting to drift under the horizon giving the sky a gorgeous coral hue, mixed with a hint of violet and navy, but not too dark yet. the air was warm, like a fluffy blanket straight out of the dryer.

“billie!! you’re going too high!! i’m too scared to jump!!” you squealed, giggling furiously. your braids billie had done for you earlier flew behind you as billie pushed the swing again, sending you higher, making you feel like you were flying amongst the trees.

billie grabbed the rope, slowing down the swing so she could be level with you again. you looked over at her before grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, before sealing the gap between you with a kiss. billie wrapped her arms around your waist, melting into your arms, only pulling away when you both smiled into the kiss. you tasted like the sweet tea you had been drinking, your mason jar now sat forgotten on a rock nearby.

“hi mama,” she whispered onto her lips, making you blush furiously and scrunch your nose. she pecked your nose before maneuvering you on the swing so she could sit too, pulling you onto her lap. one arm draped around your waist and the other holding the swings rope.

“baby can i talk to you about something?” billie started, a nervous edge to her voice. you turned your head, a curious yet concerned look in your eye, nodding for her to continue.

“how umm… how are your parents lately?” she held her breath waiting for you to answer.

your parents. how you loved them dearly.. until they stopped loving you. they said they still did, but their words and actions and beliefs said differently.

a few years back you had innocently asked your mom about how she knew she liked boys. your mom just looked at you funny, saying that every girl likes boys… there’s no question about it. that’s how god made girls. girls grow up and fall in love with boys, and become wives, and mothers, and that’s how it goes.

sensing her edge you backed off, retreating to your room that night feeling more confused than ever. if you weren’t supposed to like girls… then why did you feel this way?? why did your heart beat faster around them, and why do your hands get so sweaty near them, and why do you get nauseous thinking about being a man’s wife one day, but melt into a puddle thinking about being a woman’s wife one day….

falling in love with a woman, sleeping next to a woman, holding her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her…. walking down the aisle to her, holding her hand while bringing your babies into the world with her, raising those children with her, growing old with her…

as you got older it became harder to hide. it was obvious to anyone with eyes. especially after you met billie. i mean who wouldn’t fall in love with her?

you’re parents found out about you and billie when they caught you kissing one night out back. you had told them that you two were gonna go look at stars, and planets, and you did… just the ones in her eyes instead of the sky.

because they “still had love for you,” they sent billie home and had a long talk with you about your choices. and though you don’t try to recall them, you’ll never forget the things your parents said to you that night. you hid in your room and called billie panicking. you didn’t want to love anyone else, you couldn’t…

so you and billie continued dating in secret. only meeting up in secret locations and having perfect alibis if your parents caught on. while you still lived at home, and luckily your parents didn’t suspect a thing, you cried every night. you wanted so badly to escape, to be free from them. to be free…

“umm.. they’re good i guess. getting older sooo you know. they’re getting weird with me growing up and all that i guess. i’m looking forwards to moving out one day though.” billie nodded and gave your waist a squeeze before setting her chin on your shoulder.

you let out a watery laugh, “my mom keeps trying to set me up with all the church guys. even if i wasn’t gay they’re sooo just not cute.” billie raised her eyebrows and laughed with you.

“really? and what do you find cute missy?” billie teased. you played this game a lot. one of you would describe what you wanted in a girlfriend… and it was just you describing the other.

“wellllllll, i love a girl who’s kind and funny, and she would have these big blue eyes, like little sea crystals, and dark hair that compliments her skin so perfectly. and the cutest little button nose you could ever imagine, and it’s decorated with teensy little freckles. and she would have pink pillowy lips that are impossible not to kiss. ooh and if she could have little dimples that would be a great bonus. WAIT omg and she would sing.” you finished with a smile that said “ta da!!” billie smiled back, cheeks flushed before kissing your own cheek.

“mmm i love you to the moon billie eilish pirate baird o’connell,” you sighed, leaning back into her.

“and i love you to saturn y/f/n y/m/n o’connell,” she murmured back, nose grazing your jaw. you sat back up in shock, turning to face her with the biggest smile on your face. you were totally speechless though, trying to get out a thought.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i think you should come live with me… and we could be pirates,” she added playfully.

“then you won’t have to cry… or hide in the closet,” she said softly. your smile faltered a bit, not in disappointment but in shock. you knew billie’s family loved you, and you were old enough to be on your own.

“really?” you whispered. billie nodded with a small smile.

“run away with me lovey. pack your jellycats and a sweater. we’ll move you away from there forever.”

you practically pounced onto her, kissing her so fiercely.

“we can’t tell anyone. other than your family of course.”

“cross my heart, won’t tell no other.” billie promised, crossing over her heart with her finger.

your love would last so long…

years later…

august 22nd, 6:48 pm, Los Angeles, CA

you and billie were laid out among the weeds in the grass, billie sat with her hands behind her, while your back was to her front, sitting in between her legs.

“you know, i still remember hiding in that field back in PA. i can still picture you in the trees… high in the sky on that old swing.”

you hummed a small laugh, closing your eyes at the memory. your little hiding spot all those years ago. you now both lay in a similar spot, near your home in LA. after living with Billie’s family for a few years, the two of you moved out together to your own place.

“mama!!” you opened your eyes at the little voice.

“mama look!! im a pirate!!” your little baby boy, not so little anymore, had one of billie bandanas tied on his head and a stick in his hand as his sword. he showed off his best pirate poses making you and billie giggle.

“buddy you are the best pirate out there!!” billie said to him, fixing the much too big bandana on his little head.

“do you think sissy will wanna be a pirate?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

your hand went to your baby bump where “sissy” resided.

“you know buddy, i’m not sure yet. but i’m sure she would love to,” you said, softly caressing his little face. he smiled before running back to his spot, continuing his pirate adventure.

as the two of you watched your little boy play around, billie leaned down to press kisses to your cheek, your eyes closing in total bliss, and she brought her own hand to your growing bump.

“i love you to the moon mrs. o’connell,” she whispered into your ear. the name still making you blush after all this time.

“and i love you to saturn.”

your love would last so long…

✨🌿🌙🤍🪐

[rook-laidir]

U Want Sum Banter?

Enjoy!!!

~~~

Harding: Hey, Rook? Thanks again for all your help with me figuring out my magic.

Rook: I wasn’t much help, but anytime. That’s what I’m here for.

Harding: You’re a lot more help than you realize. We’ve been through a lot together, even before all of this. You’re my best friend. I have no idea what I’d do without you.

Rook: Awww, Harding! You’re my best friend too! And for the record, you’d do just fine without me. You’d just have to run from the authorities less.

Harding: You definitely keep things exciting.

~~

Rook: Your Ma’s really nice. I see where you get it from.

Harding: She said you’re welcome back any time. I think she wants to adopt you.

Rook: I don’t think I’d be able to leave. She sent me back with three pies and my laundry done.

Harding: She said you looked like you needed a Ma.

Rook: I did. It was nice.

~~~

Rook: Did Manfred like his gift?

Emmrich: He loves it! It took quite the convincing to get him to take it off long enough to let me wash it.

Rook: The hat suits him. He looks so dashing.

Emmrich: He does, doesn’t he? I just hope it won’t lead to him trying to borrow Neve’s fascinators.

Rook: They’d look so cute on him! I’ll get one from her office, she won’t mind. Probably.

~~~

Emmrich: I’m sorry that Johanna sparked such a visceral reaction for you. I never anticipated she would commit such atrocities, much less that you would have to bear witness to them.

Rook: Huh?

Emmrich: I couldn’t hear you over all of the commotion, but I did hear you say “smash.” I regret that we’ll likely have to bring harm to her, but I do understand your sentiment.

Rook: Oh. Right. That’s what I meant.

~~~

Rook: Bed, wed, behead: Teia and Viago, Antoine and Evka, and Viper and Tarquin.

Lucanis: I’m not dignifying this with an answer.

Rook: Killjoy.

~~~

Rook: Ok, bed, wed, behead - Morrigan, Vorgoth, and Spite - not Lucanis, just Spite.

Davrin: Absolutely not.

Rook: You’re no fun, you know that?

~~~

Rook: So…?

Taash: ‘Kay, I’ve thought about it.

Rook: And?

Taash: Bed Irelin, wed Isabela, behead Myrna.

Rook: Poor Myrna.

Taash: I don’t like corpse stuff.

~~~

Rook: You tinker with stuff.

Bellara: I do! Well, ancient elvhen artifacts, mostly. But I can fix other things too! Unless I’m the one that broke them. Then it’s trickier.

Rook: Right. And if someone had a piece of scrap metal that just had to look like an ancient elvhen artifact, would you be able to do that?

Bellara: I might be able to, depending on the size and the material. Why do you need it to look like one?

Rook: Had a merchant rip me off. I need to return the favor.

Bellara: Rook!

Rook: He started it!

~~~

Rook: Seriously, Neve. How did you win? Did you enchant the cards or something?

Neve: I told you, you have a tell.

Rook: I triple checked. My finger doesn’t not twitch.

Neve: I know. It never did.

Rook: Then why did you -?

Neve: Now you look at your finger whenever you have a bad hand.

[hivemuthur]

Hello love,

I was hoping to request a jayvik x reader with depression. Ideally a modern college AU, maybe reader hasn't left their room in a few days and the boys check on them?? Angsty fluff?? Do with this as you will, take what you want leave what you don't, whatever you write will be amazing. Make sure you're resting, eating, and touching grass love <3

Hi love! I'm sorry it took so long, I feel like two weeks might just settle as my current waiting time :v I confirm that eating and touching grass has been done today. Here it goes!

Help me get back to your arms

viktorxgn!reader general audiences, Modern college AU, depressed reader, comfort and fluff

author’s note: title from Radiohead's song Motion Picture Soundtrack. And thank you guys for sending me such lovely requests. Forgot to say, @rennethen beta read this, thank you!

word count: 0,9K

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Your phone keeps buzzing, and after some time, you stop bothering to check. You bury your head under the pillow and groan. It’s only been two days, hasn’t it? Or was it more?

The vibrations become so annoying that you finally pick up your phone, intending to turn it off—until you see the notification, and your heart melts a little. Jayce and Viktor are bickering in your group chat over the propriety of the memes Jayce has been sending you. And while some of them are, well… corny, the whole conversation still makes you smile.

Until a sharp knock on your dorm room door makes you jump, and your phone slips from your hand before you can finish reading.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, calculating whether you can just ignore it.

“Hey, it’s me!” comes a cheerful voice, and you already know Jayce is pressing his ear to the door.

“And me,” Viktor adds, with a hint of sulk that makes you sure he just rolled his eyes at Jayce and huffed.

“Yeah, right! It’s us. Can we come in?”

You glance around your room—uh, it’s a mess. You glance down at yourself—uh, you’re an even bigger mess. But before you can answer, the door cracks open.

Viktor’s worried face peeks through, his eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you. “Hey, darling. Can we come in?”

He pauses, waiting for confirmation, and you find yourself frozen in place, standing in the middle of the room, unable to say anything. So instead, you just nod and hold your arms out in front of you.

Viktor is between them instantly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, his hand rubbing slow circles over your back. Moments later, Jayce presses up behind you, resting his chin on top of your head and sealing the group hug by placing his hands on Viktor’s shoulders.

Their scents mix together, and suddenly, you find it easier to breathe. Their chests press against you, squeezing the exhales from your lungs, and warmth blooms deep in your ribs. Viktor’s hair tickles your cheek, and Jayce’s palm rubs the back of your neck.

It’s safe.

“We brought food,” Viktor offers, tilting your chin up with his finger and giving you a soft smile.

“Or rather, snacks, since we figured real food might be too demanding,” Jayce corrects, and Viktor rolls his eyes again, murmuring something under his breath.

You sigh, your body sagging slightly between them. Food is the last thing on your mind right now. Instead, you ask, voice quiet, “How did you even know I was here?”

Viktor’s lips curve into a knowing smile as he tilts his head toward Jayce. “He has been refreshing Find My Friends for the last couple of hours before we decided to check.”

Jayce scratches the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “Well… yeah,” he admits. “You weren’t answering, and we got worried.”

His eyes search yours, warm and careful, and after a moment, he asks, “How are you?”

You wince, and the reaction is instant—Jayce doesn’t push. Instead, he wraps you up in another firm hug, squeezing the answer out of you without making you say a word. “It’s okay,” he murmurs against your hair. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

Viktor, still holding your hand, squeezes it gently. “Do you want to watch a documentary instead?”

You nod, feeling the weight in your chest ease just a little.

“Good,” Viktor says, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before leading you toward the bed. “I have one on deep-sea creatures that might just lull you to sleep.”

“I like deep-sea creatures,” you mumble as you sit down.

Jayce chuckles. “Guess we’re watching creepy fish, then.”

The three of you settle onto the bed, shifting and adjusting until you find the right fit. Viktor puts the film on, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across the room. You’re nestled between them, your head resting on Jayce’s arm, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding you.

On your other side, Viktor nuzzles in, his head resting on your shoulder, his hair tickling the curve of your neck. His leg is lazily thrown over your hips, anchoring himself to you, as if making sure you won’t slip away. Their hands intertwine over your stomach, fingers laced together in a quiet show of solidarity.

For a while, the only sound is the deep-voiced narrator explaining the eerie bioluminescence of some deep-sea creature, but Jayce, never one to sit still for long, eventually rustles open a packet of jellies. He pops one into his mouth before holding the bag out to you.

You hesitate, but when he gives you a little nudge, you sigh and take one. As soon as you do, he grins knowingly and flicks his gaze to Viktor, who, despite his apparent focus on the documentary, quirks an amused brow.

“Predictable,” Viktor murmurs, his voice warm with affection.

Jayce just smirks, nudging your side playfully. “Yeah, yeah. But at least she’s eating.” Viktor hums in agreement, pressing the lightest of kisses to your shoulder before settling in closer. The weight of them, the warmth of their bodies, the way their presence demands nothing from you—it’s enough. For now, it’s enough.

[ilysungho]

hiii

may i req 5, 51, 46 with vry soft dom leehan & sick/slightly feverish needy and a little frazzled (bc feverish nd stuff) sub reader 🥺

a/n: hi love! thank you for asking and i’m so sorry for how long it took to put this out… enjoy nonetheless and lmk your thoughts! wc: 0.7k contains: soft dom!leehan x sub!reader, reader is sick/has a fever, fingering, lowercase intended, prompts italicized

coughs and sneezes echoed through the walls of your room as you sat on the bed, sniffling with a red nose and a trash can full of dirty tissues. but still, your fever wasn't enough to hide the smell of the hearty soup leehan prepared for you. or well, ordered and is reheating at the moment.

he stepped into your bedroom with a cute apron around his waist, reading "kiss the chef". you bought it for yourself, being the cook between the two of you, but it was a treat to see him dressed like so.

"may i kiss the chef?" you smiled as he leaned down to check you temperature, the back of his hand on your forehead. he looked confused but quickly realized it was his apron you referred to.

"no, you may not. i love you but who's going to take care of you if i get sick?" he gave his signature smile, eyes forming into the beautiful crescent shapes. you pouted, thinking about how you haven't kissed him in the past 2 days from being so sick.

the pout almost made your boyfriend cave in, but he stayed strong. well… a compromise could surely be made right? he was never one to deny when you wanted something after all.

“ok how about this. you let me take care of you, yeah? i’ll do the work.”

“care how though? you’ve already been doing so m-” a hush followed by his finger on your lips made you quiet as he sat beside you, bringing you to sit on top of his lap. you gasped at the shift in position, not used to moving around a lot in the time you’ve been sick.

“lift your hips up for me, baby.”

you followed his command, already feeling hot in anticipation as he hooked his fingers onto the sides of your bottoms, pulling them down to leave your lower body bare. he caressed the supple skin of your thighs, kissing your neck in unison as he hummed words of love and praise. his fingers reached towards your clit after, touching the nub ever so gently.

as you moaned out, he slid his other hand up your shirt to provide some more stimulation through your nipples. he touched you softly, yet your fever heightened all the sensations quicker than ever before.

“you feeling good baby?” leehan kissed your neck once more as you nodded, back arching slightly. he chuckled as his fingers spread the wet slick that fell out of you around your folds. aligning his fingers in between the folds, he rubbed up and down slowly, slightly squeezing your clit every time his fingertips went close.

your lips sputtered out sounds of pleasure as you closed your eyes and grabbed the sheets below to steady yourself. he perfectly touched you, still praising you as if you were the one doing the work.

your moans turned into whines as his fingers slipped past your hole, now fingering you. his strokes were slow, but every single one led to you feeling more on edge than before. maybe it's the sickness that has you feeling extra sensitive, but leehan loves how you are getting so excited so quickly.

he's done this many times before, so he knew exactly which buttons to press to get you to come for him. you felt his fingers explore you, curling into you as you moaned out your boyfriend's name in a sultry voice. he chuckled as he kept going, kissing your shoulders one again as you shook under him.

“leehan i-”

“i know baby, just let go.” he breathed against your ear, pulling his fingers out and stimulating your clit once again. and you got the exactly you needed to finally let go and release on his hands. your body limp, you laid against leehan’s chest as you breathed out until you came back to your senses.

leehan put you down on the bed as he got up to go to the kitchen once again. but before he left, he leaned down and kissed your forehead while whispering a softly exhaled, “i don’t think i can ever get enough of you.”

[cillians-sweetheart]

https://www.tumblr.com/cillians-sweetheart/772157725448847360/whos-got-fic-ideas-i-got-writers

Maybe Cills with a younger reader (25-35 ish?) and they actually decided not to have more children but she gets accidentally pregnant? But of angst but ends with fluff? Sorry very basic 😭

Not basic! Love it!! 😋 And I hope you love it too!

A Miracle Arrival - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy(36) x Wife!Reader(25)

Plot: After a date night, Y/N and Cillian put the kids to bed and have some well needed alone time that ends in an unexpected surprise.

Content: kissing, slight sexual content, speak of menstruation, marriage, kids, pregnancy, emotional melt down (f), fluff

During our four years of marriage, people would expect that after a few months, our desires towards each other would just disappear and we wouldn't crave to touch each other day to day. But that wasn’t the case. In a marriage between two heavily passionate lovers meant that our love from our wedding day to today, never changed. Not even fading in the slightest.

Already at age 25, I’ve had 2 beautiful children. The perfect duo of an older daughter (Georgia), and younger son (Christian), ages three and one. Our daughter, now being able to speak full sentences, has begun to develop Cillians accent. But it wasn't surprising as she always took after him, and loved him more than me. And my son is the opposite, a mini me with his looks and attitude.

We decided after having Christian that we were done for children. Having two toddlers was difficult but also I couldn't picture myself going through labour ever again. Two was enough.

On a Friday evening, Cillians mother came by the house to watch the children for a few hours and put them to bed while he and I went out. We learned that monthly dates help keep the spark in our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t feel anything towards each other anymore, we just feared that someday that spark would be gone.

“So… I was thinking that after dinner, we would send mom home and just lay low in the bedroom for the night. Yeah?” Cillian offered, holding his glass of wine in his hand. .

“Yes,” I answered, reading through the menu. “I don’t really have the energy for anything fancy. Laying in bed sounds perfect.”

And that’s what we did. At first.

When we got home his mother sat in the living room reading a book, but left shortly after as we were now home. The house was silent and the kids were asleep. We didn’t waste a single moment to finally be lazy after both of our long days.

We changed into comfortable clothes, and cuddled closely beneath the warm duvet. The tv played a show we hadn’t paid attention to and the tension between us grew hotter with each passing moment. And once our single kiss became sloppy and never-ending, the tv came off. As with our clothes.

It all happened so quickly. In just seconds he was above me kissing roughly at my neck, and my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. We didn’t think about anything in the moment, nothing but wanting more from each other's bodies. The pleasure filling both of us made it almost impossible to stay quiet. I had to bite back moans, hiding in his muscular shoulder.

After the hour which felt of 20 minutes, we both fell weak side by side. I didn’t think of anything but just being ready to go to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.

A month went by and life carried on -as usual- I was ‘delightfully’ greeted by an absence of my period. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I’m a week overdue. My heart sank at the possible reason why I was like this. Why I was late, nauseated, and really hungry.

While Cillian was off at work I stopped by the drug store and to the aisle I really didn’t want to be in. With rows and rows of pregnancy tests. I looked over my shoulders and quickly scanned over the several options of tests. I picked the cheapest one to not cause suspicion on Cillian and I’s shared credit card. If it had to come to it, I’d say I bought the kids some candy.

I waited anxiously for the remainder of the day. I was terrified to take that test, but also itching to get an answer. If I were pregnant, I’d need to plan what was going to happen, and if I wasn’t I could’ve been rattled for nothing. So I took the test.

I hid myself in Cillian and I’s bathroom while he made supper for the kids. The test shook from my shaky hands as my eyes squeezed shut waiting for it to be done. And after two minutes, I flipped the little plastic stick towards me. two bright red lines.

My mind went blank. I was in shock, and felt nothing. Until a minute after the fear kicked in and I cried and puked the way I did when pregnant with Christian. All those memories of my fat, stretched skin, and agonzing contractions, came back to me like a bullet to the skull. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford another child, nor could my body. How would I ever tell Cillian…

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later I was able to clear my tears. Quickly, I coated my face in concealer to hide the redness to not cause worry to Cillian or our children. I put on an awkward grin and entered the kitchen to where Cillian had been spoon feeding our youngest, and Georgia putting her food everywheres it wasn't supposed to.

“Hey,” He turned his head towards me, standing straight from kneeling on the floor. “You alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah I just needed to use the bathroom.” I walked past him with a napkin and wiped our daughter's messy face.

Cillian didn’t take any suspicion, and continued to feed Christian and clean the kitchen. He was always so good with them. Like he could hundreds and do perfectly fine. But there was no way I was having a third child. Because it was me that would actually birth them, not him.

After supper with the kids tucked into bed, Cillian and I sat closely on the couch in the living room watching the Tv. My legs laid over his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. His gentle hand lightly stroked my thigh. I began to remember all those feelings from earlier. The fear, the angst, the pain. Tightness grew in my chest and my face turned cold. I was frozen in my spot. Tears welding in my eyes.

My breath being held and my slight shaking caught Cillian’s attention from the Tv. Taking the remote in his hand, he turned the Tv off and turned his face down to mine.”Y/N? Baby.” He took my cheek in his hand and turned me to look at him. “What’s going on?” His voice held concern but tenderness. His thumb lightly rubbing my cheek.

“I um…” I froze up, looking down with a single tear falling from my right eye. I debated in my head with other answers besides the truth to tell him. I dreaded telling him such a thing.

“What love?” His face leaned down closer to mine with sympathy in his eyes.

“I- I’m pregnant.” My eyes fell down to my lap with shame. It became silent for a moment. An unbreakable tension grew heavy between us.

“Are you- Really?” I nodded with another tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” Cillian pulled me into his chest, holding me while I broke down into the same emotional state I was when pregnant with Georgia and Christian.

Cillian lightly rubbed my belly while his other hand stroked my back.

“I don't know what to do.” I sniffled and choked on my tears. “I can’t do this… I’m already a crap mom, I- I can't have another one!” I said with irritation mostly towards myself.

“No you’re not love.” Cillian cooed, kissing the top of my head.

“But,” I mumbled. “You do so much for them… while I hide in the bathroom.”

He took my face in my hands looking seriously into my eyes. “A real mother is one who is not afraid to have her own space.”

I looked back at Cillian with adoration and nodded at his words. “I just… my body can’t go through this again.”

“Is it your body, or your mind?”

“I don’t even know anymore…”

“Well, I want you to do whatever it is that feels right. Okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “But if I did somehow want to have another… would you mind?” My watery eyes glared up to his.

“Not at all love, I love our children and would love just as many more.” He grinned the same grin that made me fall in love with him for the first time. I felt the warmth and tenderness in his voice. “Do you want another?”

“Well I don’t want to get rid of this one…” I lightly rubbed my lower belly. Cillian’s hand held over top of mine.

“We don’t have to then. I’d be more than happy for another baby.” He kissed my forehead. “If there was anyway they’d turn out like our already beautiful children, then how could I say no.”

I looked up with a warm smile at him. “Oh I love you…” I said lovingly touching his cheek with my hand.

“I love you too my love.”

And nine months later with Cillian at my side, I was handed the most precious baby girl who held my every feature. My twin. She cooed lightly and her eyes twinkled open for the first time in the light. And when those little eyes fully opened, they melted with love seeing my face.

She was so perfect, an angel little girl. And everyday since the day she was born, I thanked Cillian for being the loving husband he is and teaching me to listen to my heart. Because if I hadn’t that day I wouldn’t have had this sweet girl who I later named Mila. My miracle sent from heaven.

[himluv]

A Burst of Courage (a dash of luck)

Chapter 31 of Say My Name (Say it Twice) is here! In which Lucanis wakes up with Rook in his bed...

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Sounds of movement in the kitchen woke Lucanis. His room was completely dark, the candles burnt out, and for a long moment he felt adrift. He was warm and rested, his face pressed between Embria’s shoulder blades. He knew it was her from the smoky-sweet scent of her hair brushed against his face. She was warm and soft and felt so right snuggled up against him that he thought he might never get out of bed again. 

And for those few bleary moments, there were no gods. No demons. Not even Crows. There was only warmth, the slow thud of their heartbeats, and the deep, easy rhythm of her breathing. 

Lucanis stilled as his mind cleared. Embria was in his bed. Pressed against him with his arm around her waist. From how rested he felt, and the noise in the kitchen, they’d slept through the night, just like this. 

It was the most intimate thing he’d ever done with a person that didn’t culminate in their death. And it was the best night’s sleep he’d had in years. 

He never wanted to leave that bed, but now that he was awake, he knew he couldn’t stay. He would fidget and overthink and inevitably wake her. The last thing he ever wanted to do was disrupt Embria’s peace. 

So, carefully, he climbed off the cot and lit a single candle on the table near the foot of the bed. In silence, Lucanis put on his boots and waistcoat, clipped his lapel pins in place, and then took up the bucket from its spot on the floor. Rook never moved, her breathing still deep and even. 

Slowly, quietly, Lucanis stepped out into the dining hall and eased the door shut behind him. Bellara was in the kitchen mindlessly staring at the tea kettle on the stove. He didn’t look at her as he climbed the stairs to the side balcony and emptied the bucket over the railing. Then he headed back to the kitchen to wash it. 

Bellara was still there, blowing at a steaming cup of tea. One of the more floral varieties from the smell of it. 

“Hey, Lucanis,” she said. 

“Bellara.” He set the bucket in the wash basin to let it soak. 

“How’s Rook?” She asked.

“She’s still sleeping.” He turned and made for the percolator. He needed coffee. Bellara watched him go, her eyes taking in his somewhat rumpled appearance. 

“Wait,” she said, following him across the dining hall. 

Lucanis sighed, but said nothing.

“‘Sleeping’ as in, sleeping in your room?”

He poured several scoops of coffee beans into his mortar and attacked them with the pestle. His silence had no effect on Bellara. 

“As in, your bed?!”

“Mierda,” he said. “Keep your voice down.” He glanced at the pantry and then back to her. 

“Oh! Right.” She winced. “Sorry.” She leaned one hip against the itch and grinned. “So… if Rook was in your bed, where did you sleep last night?”

He said nothing as he scooped the fresh grounds into the percolator. 

Bellara gasped. “Lucanis!”

“She asked me to,” he said, defensively. “Should I have told her ’no’?”

“I would be so mad if you had,” she said. “So, what happened?”

He scowled at her. “Nothing happened,” he said. “Davrin practically drugged her.” He poured water into its proper chamber and took comfort in the spitting, gurgling hiss that soon followed. “I put her to bed,” he said. “She asked me to stay, so I did.”

“And nothing happened?” Her eyes were bright and a slight blush tinged her cheeks. Maker, she was more excited about it than he was. 

“We slept, Bellara.” He frowned. “And she vomited.”

Her face shifted, eyes shining and lip quivering – as if she’d been presented with something cute. Like a kitten, or a baby snake. “You took care of her?”

“Of course.”

She sighed. “It’s so romantic!”

Lucanis didn’t entirely disagree, but he could hardly tell Bellara that. She was bad enough as it was. “Nothing about vomit is romantic,” he said. 

She scrunched her nose in disgust. “Well, no. But the rest of it is!”

He shook his head, but let the matter drop. For a moment, there was quiet, the only sound the drip and gurgle of the percolator. Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the room and any irritation Lucanis still felt melted away as he poured a cup for himself and Rook. 

He gave Bellara a sharp look as he took up the cups. “Not a word of this, to anyone.”

She grimaced. “Not even Neve?”

“Especially not Neve,” he said. “You two are worse gossips than Noa and Neri.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh, fine.” 

Rook! Spite crowed, his head turning to stare at the door to the pantry. 

So, she was awake, then. Lucanis entered the room slowly, expecting that she might be getting dressed – he didn’t want to surprise her. But the room was still mostly dark, only a few more candles lit and Rook sat up on the cot, the blanket wrapped firmly around her waist to cover her legs. She held her face in one hand and didn’t look up as he closed the door behind him. 

Something was wrong.

Spite bounded toward her, sniffing all around her. Rook is. Scared? Worried! The demon glared at Lucanis. About you?!

Lucanis bit back a sigh. When wasn’t she worried about him? He went to her, and held out her cup of coffee. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was soft and light. No judgment, no anger. As far as he was concerned, the night had been a success, except for the impairment and nausea. 

She groaned, but took the cup. “Good morning,” she mumbled. Still, she did not look at him. 

For a moment, he just stood before her, unsure if he’d be welcome on the cot. But then, he figured, it was his cot. So, he sat beside her, careful to keep a little distance between their thighs

“How are you feeling?” He asked after she’d had a sip of coffee. 

“Fine,” she said. 

“Embria.”

She sighed. “I feel better,” she said. She shook her head. “By the Void, I am so sorry, Lucanis.”

He frowned. “For what?”

She glared at him, but it was a toothless thing. She was embarrassed, and worried he might be upset. “This,” she said, gesturing to her legs still concealed beneath the blanket. “This is not ’slow’.”

He did his best not to laugh. “Rook,” he said. “I may be inexperienced, but I have seen people nude before.” They were usually targets – it’s remarkably easy to kill someone in the bath – but, she didn’t need to know that. 

She looked down into her coffee, one hand picking at the cuticles of the other where they met around the cup. Her voice was so, so small when she said, “this isn’t what you wanted.”

Mierda. She was always so worried about him. “Embria,” he said, but she refused to meet his gaze. “Please, look at me.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper.

She turned then, her crystal grace eyes pained, but clear. 

“What I want is to be with you,” he said. “However I can.” He brushed her hair behind one ear and cupped her cheek in his palm. She leaned her face into his touch and his heart jolted at the tenderness. With a burst of courage, Lucanis swept his thumb across her lower lip. 

“While I wish Davrin hadn’t poisoned you,” he said, mostly joking. “I very much enjoyed taking care of you.” 

Where the heat in his voice came from, he did not know, but as he watched her gaze go from troubled to molten, he did not regret it. This close Rook could not hide the shiver that rippled up her spine. Her lips parted around a hitched breath, and mierda, his thumb was still on her mouth. 

They were sitting in his dimly lit room, on his rickety and unforgiving cot. Her hair and clothes were mussed from sleep, but her slightly rumpled appearance only added to the heat thudding through him. No one else got to see her like this.

Lucanis licked his lips and, again, traced his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip. “Embria,” he whispered. The air between them was so warm, the aroma of coffee and melting wax suffusing the room. When he was with her, everything was warm – he felt impervious to the icy fear he’d known for the last year. For that alone, he could kiss her.

Could? Spite hissed. No! No could. DO! Kiss. Rook!

“Lucanis,” she whispered. His name shivered on her breath and it was the final push he needed.

He swept his thumb along her mouth, memorizing the velvety softness of her lips against the dagger-roughened pad of this thumb. Then he gently tilted her face up to his. He closed his eyes, his blood thrumming through him. 

This was happening. He was finally going to kiss Rook.

And then she stopped, turning to press her mouth to his palm instead. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into his hand.

He blinked at her. “Embria?”

Rook. STOPPED?! Spite dragged his hands down his face. WHY?!

Her face was red with embarrassment as she offered him an apologetic smile. “I refuse to let our first kiss be with vomit mouth,” she said. 

Mierda, was that what she was worried about? He shook his head once, running his thumb across her cheek. “I don’t care.” Besides, she’d already had some water and coffee since then.

“I do,” she said. “It would be all I could think about.” She grimaced. “I don’t want to think about that when I kiss you.”

He sighed, but nodded. He didn’t want that either. And, she’d been so patient with him that he could hardly be the one to push.

Spite seethed in the corner nearest the door, grumbling to himself about ‘stupid mortals’.

Lucanis snorted and Rook gave him a curious look. He rolled his eyes. “Spite is upset at us.”

She laughed, and it was such a bright sound that Lucanis couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sorry, Spite,” she said, glancing around the room. “Remember what I told you? Mortals take time.”

The demon perked up as she spoke to him, then rushed over to Lucanis. 

“Taking too long!” Spite said. “So much. WANT!”

“Mierda,” Lucanis said and shook his head. 

Rook took his hand. “It won’t be much longer.”

Spite grumbled, but didn’t retreat back to the corner. 

As he looked at her, Lucanis felt like he carried the sun behind his sternum. If he thought about it too long, he’d say something foolish. Something he couldn’t take back. So, instead, he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a reverent kiss there. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. 

“Void, yes,” she said. “I’m starving!”

He grinned. “I’ll start breakfast while you get dressed.”

“All right,” she said, squeezing his hand one more time before releasing him. 

As Lucanis left the room, he imagined countless mornings just like this. Rested, Rook in his bed, and breakfast to be made and shared. He had never wanted something so badly in his life, and, at least for this one day, he had it. 

After all Lucanis had suffered, perhaps his luck was finally changing.

[afreakingdork]

Soft Spot - Chapter 27

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Everyone knows I will preach @garbagemilkshake 's talent until the end of time, but DAMN did she outdo herself this week!! Wah!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

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You were exhausted. The rapid contraction of muscles associated with shivering was wearing away your very being. From around you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pulled you closer to the dying flame of his warmth. In a gentle rev, he conjured up more of his heat, but it was an energy transfer. His lights became dimmer and his expression thinned out to its barest lines. You felt the dire forewarning of his weakening being and searched Donnie.

Your mate was only a few steps away and a shell of himself. Amongst the dark, his visage began to bleed where he was losing color. He tried in vain based on the pinched lines of his face to conjure his ninpo again, but it was just as depleted. He came out of the summoning with swirling pupils that he had to squeeze into line. He fluttered his lids open for consciousness and, without the metaphysical, he tried to reignite the tangible generator that had long run out of fuel.

Donnie could only muster enough energy to thump his hand against it. 

It was a far cry from banging an appliance in hopes of getting it running again. 

The machine stayed dormant. 

“D-D-D-D-Don?” You despised the chatting of your teeth.

“Dad…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. added. “I’m sorry. I only have 15 minutes left at this rate.”

Since you were pressed to him, you felt something in your son power down.

Your shuddering attention turned to him. “S-S-Shell-ly…!”

“Scanning…” A synthetic version of his voice came out.

“No evacuation.” Donnie took his coat off.

Your protest warbled on cracked lips.

He draped it around you. “State of emergency. Shelters’ full. Turning away all else. Hospital running out of back-up power…”

You shook your head as it was within a withered movement.

“This blizzard...” Donnie murmured and glanced to where your kitchen window was frosted shut.

You reached for your husband despite the cocoon you were entrenched in. Donnie leaned into you and, through the many layers, his skin felt iced. You knew exactly how you got here, but the cold was freezing your neurons. You closed your eyes and Donnie added his warmth to the pile.

The weather had been average just a few days ago. On Tuesday, you were thriving in the late October temperatures. They were just cool enough that they helped soothe your all too warm body. Donnie still fussed about you taking a jacket, but you liked to lean against the kitchen window sill with the pane hiked up. It was positioned so you could perfectly enjoy the evening chill that occurred when the sun dipped out of sight. You had done your routine as usual and there was no sense of what was impending.

You had gone to bed, spent hours getting comfortable, slept, and were woken up in the wee hours of the morning with the ability to see your breath. Donnie was already sitting up beside you and looking out at the steam pouring from his nostrils. He moved immediately to the thermostat and you watched him try to activate it to no avail. You pulled your phone and saw the blackout alerts littering your screen. Over the course of three days, the city fell apart. Disinformation spread as the burroughs shut down. Trapped in a veritable snow globe, a trapped blizzard wreaked havoc, and took with it all power, safety, and transportation.

You hunkered down and were alright at first. Donnie made a few generators from what he had around the apartment. He fussed about emissions, but negating them helped to pass the time. You were both of the mindset that this freak storm would pass. It was on the second day that Donnie managed to conjure a fuel with his ninpo. He became the safest power source and easily fed the machines. The churning of fuchsia lights continued to make your apartment a safe haven.

After that, you invited any neighbors still in the building to join you. Food was communally shared and the others prided Donnie on his good work. Mrs. Kaczmarek had a slew of anecdotes to bend your ear until her grandson came by to get her. Emergency services came in waves. The first shelters that were temporarily set up failed in one way or another, but need meant restructuring birthed new ones. Millions of city residents poured into these buildings or found other ways to maintain themselves amidst the bizarre storm.

Your son showed up around the time your home was thinned out to its usual tenants. He had tried to come as fast as he could via his drone form, but the winds proved impossible. He was stuck on foot and the trip had taken him through a series of adventures. He stopped again and again to save those in need and used his sturdy body to help. He dug people out of where they were trapped and aided rescue efforts until he finally made it to you.

Donnie was growing weak. He found a new limit to his ninpo by constantly using it. The 24/7 brunt burned some metaphorical mystic candle at both ends until this very morning the generators sputtered and died out. He had almost collapsed in the process, but his drive to protect you superseded all else. You weren’t sure he had slept, as he had to be awake to fuel the generators. It just happened to be a terrible coincidence that he had hit his wall around the same time S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s battery was at its limit.

“No change.” Your son spoke with that voice that wasn’t quite him.

Donnie clicked his tongue. “Scan for suitable burnables.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t waste energy responding and must have done so because he went back to barely whirling.

“Our home is no longer suitable. Our first priority is warmth.” He adjusted your bundle. “We could start a fire here, but to what end? Destroy our home and others while risking smoke inhalation?”

You tucked your burning nose into a scarf.

He pulled your hood a little tighter. “All adjacent buildings are the same. Fires outside in barrels are infeasible with the winds. Trying to travel…”

His inhale quaked with the cold and you knew he was horrified by the thought of you slipping on the ice.

“The pipes have already burst and frozen.” He looked out weakly. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., we require that update.”

“Dad…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes suddenly brightened to their usual hue.

Donnie looked at him.

“I’m noticing something… There’s this account called SHERLOCK_CORN. They’re flooding the area with this message. It’s going up over and over to every available board or public service account. I think… it’s for us.”

Donnie’s brow lowered.

“The account… There’s no data. I can’t trace it…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes dimmed and he shook his head a little. “So tired… I think it’s her. That quick lady… Encoded message… with coordinates…”

Your son’s arm limply rooted against you. You couldn’t see, but he dug against your layers to find the hem of your sleeve. With a few twitchy wipes, you felt something small and sharpened prick out of one of his finger tips. It was quickly followed by the gentle flow of what you identified as a pen. He quickly scrawled out a short message that you bet was the coordinates he spoke of.

“That’s… Go…” His head started to loll.

“Sh-Shelly?!” You tried to turn to him.

You watched him go limp.

It was a waste of your energy, but you shook him as best as you could.

He was a lifeless metal shell.

You sent a weepy gaze to Donnie.

He stared with a shuddering breath.

You scrambled to pull your arm free. “H-h-he…!”

Donnie tried to stop you.

“N-n-no!” You pushed back and he didn’t have the strength to fight it.

You pulled back your sleeve and showed him the scrawl.

Donnie stared at it for a moment before he moved.

You could feel how it was a last ditch effort. In stumbling desperation, he got your go-bag and tossed more into it. You heard a rustle from the bathroom of what you assumed was your vitamins, among other things. A few drawers opened and he appeared to you while zipping your bag shut. He paused only for one thoughtful moment before he dropped down and activated the mechanism for where his villain suit was hidden away.

You knew the secret drawer it was hidden in had some sort of electrical quality to it and you were surprised when it split open with its purple lights just how you remembered. You squirmed in the cocoon of blankets you were tucked in and watched Donnie pull the case out. Whatever hesitance he had, he left during his pause because he immediately cracked the lid to the case and dove into the fabric. With a speed that kicked in like muscle memory, he was zipping up the panel in seconds. He swapped out his current boots for the heavy lace up ones and he unceremoniously shoved each hand into their gloves. His only pause came when he stared at the mask, which he closed his eyes for before he put it on.

The final flick was putting his hood up into place and you knew the second his lids lifted because that fuchsia light broke into the room.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded like his own.

“Y-y-yeah?”

“We’re going.”

You tried to say ‘okay,’ but the word wouldn’t solidify so you shook into a nod.

Donnie came with tenderness and dimmed lights as he readjusted your bundle. You felt a little like an overdressed kid from a movie as you got onto your feet. You had to stand a certain width not just because of your pelvis, but because of the layers. It matched the way your arms stuck out to a certain degree and your husband checked you over before darting away one last time. While his body moved one direction, the mechanicals arms sprouted to do their own work. You watched one limb pick up your go-bag and tuck it safely into Donnie’s person for storage. It melded somewhere between where the arms sprang forth from the battle shell and you lost track of it when he returned to offer you some safety goggles.

You put them on and gave him the sturdiest look you could.

He nodded appropriately and one of the arms wrapped tightly around S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’S lifeless form before he picked you up. You knew he didn’t want you in the cold long and his hold made for the quickest travel. You both burst out into the hallway where the temperature dropped significantly. You thought your apartment had lost all heat, but the little hall in your building was a stark reminder that the two men in your life were trying to preserve your comfort. In increasing bounds, you flew down the stairs before hitting the ice of the lobby. The cold took your breath away and you hid into Donnie. He squeezed you with reassurance before you heard his boots crunch snow.

It made little sense as he hadn’t used the door, but you knew you were outside from the sudden blinding whites that seemed to pour from every angle.

“The storm stopped.” He spoke.

Against the scream of your body, you peeked over his shoulder.

Everything you could see was white.

There were barely shapes amongst the void. You had to squint against the fog in your goggles, but it was true that you couldn’t see any snow coming down. There was also an absence of that wind that seemed to always be howling. There was no sound at all outside your clothes brushing your mate’s. Donnie shook his head slightly before he moved.

He trudged forward first a few readying steps before the mechanical arms kicked in. They took you leagues above the many feet of snow and into the air. They felt no effects of the ice and moved with a steady crunch. Those razor tips dug in to grab whatever was necessary and you swung forward a few blocks before you reached the arch of what remained of a subway station sign. It barely peaked out from the packed snow and it was there that Donnie swept his body. It rocked you a little like a chilly breeze and you heard falling snow before you were set on your feet.

The moment you were sturdy, he let go. You took a shy moment, just in case, before you looked up. Buildings clipped the similarly white sky and continued that edgeless façade. You had heard the phrase ‘the calm before the storm,’ but there was something far more ominous about the silence after. It spoke of how gutted the blizzard had left the earth and you wished you could hear the endless dripping that accompanied melting snow. You sank down into your multiple coats and were about to wonder what came next when you saw a rush of black movement.

It was Donnie flinging his arms out to steady against a guardrail that appeared. In a thunderous roar, the mechanical arms had broken through some ice layer and revealed the tunnel down into the subway. They halted in a screeching swipe and the only one among the four that was still was the one that held S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Your vibrant son was strung up limply like some sort of doll. It ached deep in your chest even though you knew he just needed a charge. You wondered about the uranium in his core. You bet some part of him might still be conscious, but it looked like a moot point.

Donnie tested how slippery the stairs were before he returned to you.  

“D-down t-there?”

He nodded.

You wanted to ask him if he could speak, but snow was clawing into the crevices of his suit. You had little dexterity under two layers of gloves, but still tried to swipe it away before it sank into his zipper. You saw it as a flaw in his suit and he waited until you were satisfied in your dusting before he scooped you up. You settled into his arms and he didn’t bother with walking himself. The mechanical arms traversed the icy cavern and you felt a little like descending into a cave.

Donnie’s light led the way and, down past where the storm could reach, the station was all but preserved. Darkness reached out, but otherwise this space was exactly how you expected. The arms stretched long to lift you over the turnstile and you approached the platform. Donnie scanned the ground with swipes of his light before he set you both down. You felt no ice underfoot and clung to your husband as he was the only source of light.

He looked down one tunnel before he turned toward the other. It was odd to see just the limit of his beams because they seemed unable to permeate the inky blackness. As if waiting would thaw the solid wall of darkness, Donnie continued to stare with intense focus. You blinked into him before following suit and the quiet thundered in your ears until you heard a soft sneeze.

You twitched and Donnie held you close. His head didn’t budge, but he clearly moved the light just enough to scan as far down the tunnel as he could. When no further sound leaked out, you saw fuchsia light reflect off one of the mechanical arms as it covertly slipped down to the tracks.

“Ahh….” You heard a weary groan.

Donnie reared slightly.

You turned your head to listen.

“Don’t know if they got the message. Can’t get a response... How long to wait…? How long…?”

“Mikey…?” You found yourself croaking.

The silence was oppressive.

Donnie shifted to push you behind him.

You held onto him and wove a hand into one of the loose straps of his suit.

“Hello…?” The voice sounded very much like Mikey.

Donnie squeezed you with the intention of keeping you quiet.

You checked with him once before looking back out.

You weren’t completely sure, but you were pretty confident that was Michelangelo.

“And I’m hearing things…” That had to be Mikey.

“Mikey!” You tried again against the tug of your mate.

“Wait…” There were a few clattered footsteps. “Y/N?!”

A walk turned into a run that echoed with a sinister edge in the tunnel. It thundered toward the platform and Donnie coiled around you. You had your own grip on him and it impeded this curl. It caused him to look away and toward you. You turned away from the light. He immediately looked back and, in a crack of your lids, you saw the beam shine up Mikey’s beaten form.

You and Donnie stalled out.

That cloak you had only seen Mikey in one other time was torn up around him. As he stood like a deer caught in purple headlights, you identified that this outfit wasn’t quite the same. Tufts of fleece flecked out around the hood of the cloak. The neckline sat far higher in what was probably an attempt to protect his face from the cold. It currently acted to further accentuate the pair of exhausted eyes that were underlined in bags so deep that they looked like they were stolen from your mate’s face.

Mikey animated with a shudder and the swish showed that the bottom of his cloak was in shreds. “Donatello, can you… not…? You’re here… so… you got the message…?”

You now knew why your mate had been suspicious.

While it was clear Mikey was in some sort of skirmish, he also wasn’t acting at all like you had ever seen him. He was a shell of himself and all playfulness was devoid of his tone. He appeared like a sort of shaved down version of the joyous man you knew. All delight had been surgically removed and what was left was a body snatched person of Michelangelo.

“Explain the contact.” Donnie eventually spoke.

“Turn down the lights.” Mikey spoke flatly.

There was a quiet stand off the likes of which you only ever saw reserved for Leo and Donnie.

Donnie waited out a moment before the lights from his gaze switched out for the glow of the inner part of his hood.

It shined softer, but carved out how weak Mikey looked.

“You’re okay…” Mikey saw you with the first bit of warmth you had seen from the man.

“C-cold…” You admitted.

“Right…” A wave of memories seemed to crash over him before he sent a plea toward Donnie. “We have power. Please come to the lair. I know you don’t like us helping, but…”

The mechanical arm down amongst the tracks shifted and you were brought closer.

“You have heat?” Donnie wondered simply.

Mikey nodded.

It moved his hair.

You saw a bandage tucked up underneath.

“You will take Y/N…?” Your husband asked in a quieter voice.

“Both of you.” Mikey tried taking a step closer.

Donnie didn’t flee or budge.

“It’s chaos, but we noticed you weren’t in any of the shelters. It didn’t seem like you evacuated and every second Raph wasn’t fighting, he was worried. He couldn’t reach you on the phone… but there was… There is still so much to do, but we’re…” Mikey’s steps loosened as he got closer.

More damage to his body became visible.

Angry red scratches weeped across his dark green skin.

A strange blue hue took his elbows in a way that spoke of frostbite.

The same color dripped down his knees where it disappeared into strangely shaped boots that carved out space between his two toes.

His eyes reminded you of the power-saving mode color that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had taken on right before he shut off.

“I got just enough juice to get you guys there. Ready?”

Donnie inhaled sharply. “Leonardo-”

“Portals are maxed out. We don’t even have the pin drops left. Long story. He’s not back yet. He’s still out there…” You watched a crack form and it split in Mikey’s pupil.

It looked to be anguish that dotted the corners of his eyes.

You pulled free from Donnie to reach out to him.

Mikey didn’t do the same.

It struck you with fear-induced adrenaline and you got hold of his cloak before you could think better of the move.

You yanked one side of it back and revealed one arm of his arms was crossed to hold the other which hung limply at his side.

It looked broken and you sent as much horror as you could up through your layers.

Mikey gave his weakest smile. “We need to hurry.”

“I’ll set that.” Donnie suddenly spoke.

It was a rushed response that reminded you of someone in some kind of debt.

Mikey managed a puff of laughter. “Who’da thought?”

“Don’t-!”

“I’d see the day…” Mikey swayed.

You immediately pushed up into him and Donnie appeared right behind you.

“You… bandaging… me… up…” Mikey’s eyes closed as his weight fell into you.

Orange fire engulfed you the moment his head hit your shoulder.

Donnie’s mechanical arms snapped around you like a cocoon and all gravity disappeared.

You were momentarily weightless in an orange bathed void before all weight doubled.

You collapsed in a heap with one man under you and one man on top.

Donnie’s mechanical arms immediately went into action and Mikey’s unconscious body was lifted away.

Another coiled around to help you sit on the floor and you stared out at the blurry glimpse of the lair.

Your hands shot to your face to pull your goggles off.

The moment they left your skin, you felt the testing lick of heat.

Of hot air blowing.

You searched the ceiling until you found the vent and crawled the few inches over so it was blowing directly on you.

You melted on the spot.

“He got them!” Splinter’s voice burst forth. “They’re here!”

You heard him stumble down the stairs before he appeared in the portal room.

He took one watery look at you both. “Donatello! Y/N!”

His eyes fell on his son and he scrambled forward on his hands and knees.

“He fainted.” Donnie supplied and brought the mechanical arm holding Mikey around to show Splinter.

“They have been fighting non-stop for days now…” Splinter’s hands hovered.

“Your medbay?” Donnie asked.

“Don’t bring him there! We’ve converted the living room! We have a fire! Come, come!” Splinter waved you all and headed back to the stairs.

You checked the vent one last time before you heaved your weight up to follow.

Donnie hovered just behind you and toted two lifeless bodies.

You emerged in the TV room and found the entire space changed. The only mainstay was Splinter’s recliner and almost everything else was a mountain of blankets. The projector had been replaced with a roaring fire that crackled in a huge bowl-like pit that was barely suspended off the ground. A safe distance away from it sat a collapsed pile of logs and a bucket that you guessed was the Hamato’s greatest form of safety. Another scan found Raph half reclined amongst one the linens. He had a few bandages littering him, but he looked peacefully asleep. You hobbled over to him to double check and watched the slow rise and fall of his huge chest.

“They’re all at their limits. I should have been out there helping…” Splinter moved some blankets. “Bring orange here!”

Donnie laid Mikey’s body down in the divot Splinter created and the man’s father tucked him in.

Once he was satisfied, Splinter turned to you. “Y/N, you next! You are wet. We have warm blankets. Come! The baby!”

You checked with Donnie and he nodded once.

It felt strange that he didn’t hesitate and you tried to reach any button on your outermost jacket, but couldn’t. Splinter softly offered to help and you agreed with slight embarrassment. He scoffed the sound away and freed up your hands. Shedding the many layers you had been wrapped in went on for what seemed like an eternity, but it was worth it. Eventually, you felt the lick of the fire. It pleasantly coated your back and soon your front after Splinter spun you around so he could throw a heavy robe over your shoulders. You bet this was the one he had once mentioned before and you shoved your arms through the bulky sleeves before you sank down in cozy bliss. 

 You should have been more worried about Raph.

You should have mentioned Mikey’s arm.

You should have made sure Splinter was okay.

Instead, for the first time in over 24 hours, you felt a taste of warmth and bent completely to its will.

“Donatello!” Splinter laid a blanket over your lap and folded it so it was doubled over your belly. “Take that off! There are dry clothes you can use!”

“My suit is resistant to all inclement weather.” Your husband responded. 

“I see the zipper!” Splinter huffed. 

“Purposeful. Interior storm guard.” 

Your head tipped and the flames tickled the ice on your cheeks.

“You’re dripping.” Splinter changed his tactic.

“Do you have an outlet?” Donnie asked without interest.

You heard Splinter grunt. “Yes. Over there.”

Donnie walked over and a clunk of metal moved.

He was just outside your periphery and it took a slight tilt of your head to see him propping up S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

He clicked through a few panels on your son’s body and pulled out a plug, which he plugged in.

Your husband sat back on his haunches and waited.

A small battery icon appeared in S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes and you watched your mate exhale some relief.

You smiled to yourself and let your lids fall shut.

“The storm…” Donnie spoke softly from that same spot. “The cause was yokai-related?”

“Not exactly.” Splinter sounded like he was behind you and fussing with Mikey’s form.

You heard Donnie turn and look.

“We do not know what activated it, but a mystic artifact was unleashed. The name roughly translates to ‘The Heart of Winter.’  Legends says it was created by the power of the ice dragon clan’s chiefs. It is meant to maintain their kingdom, but it showed up here and boom.” Splinter went on.

“The usual players…?” Donnie’s voice led for whatever person he was implying.

“No. Its container was opened somewhere in Manhattan. We believe it was a rich human collector. Maybe won in an auction. That is still being researched.”

Donnie made a noise and you heard him approach.

You spared him a sleepy look.

He softened as he leaned down to you.

“No!” Splinter intercepted with a towel that he shoved into Donnie. “You are cold and wet! You will not get them sick!!”

“You-!” Donnie snapped and yanked the towel away.

Splinter appeared on your other side and tucked your blanket under your legs. “You are warm? Do you feel sick? How long were you outside? Cold? I will make tea!”

He hopped away.

“Don’t get Y/N wet!!” He called as he disappeared.

Donnie exhaled with the wheeze of irritation.

You could feel your hands again and got his zipper for him.

He sighed softly as you undid his top down to his battle shell belt.

You reached up with care and removed his mask.

He appeared to you looking like a shriveled version of himself.

“Rest with me?” You asked, wanting to curl up with him in front of the fire.

“I need to examine Michelangelo.”

Little bubbles of worry surfaced. “His arm…”

“Broken.” Donnie said.

“How do you know?”

He took off his mask just enough that you could glimpse his expression. 

You knew it had an x-ray mode, so that made sense.

He gave you a quick chilly kiss before he put the mask back on and moved to said man. Your front was feeling particularly warm, so you rotated on the spit. It allowed you to watch as Donnie prepared by selecting a small blanket from the pile. He ripped and tied it off into a form of a sling before he freed Mikey’s injured arm. Your mate looked over him in slow study before he dug into his suit. A knife emerged which he used to cut the wraps on Mikey’s arm.

Donnie carefully laid Mikey’s limb down as he removed his glove. Reaching into his baggy sleeve, he removed one of his own wraps before he pulled his glove back on with a snap. He then double checked Mikey’s form before getting a firm grip on his elbow. His other hand caught the orange man’s wrist and he rotated it a few times before he snapped to pull both pieces.

Mikey screamed awake and his sclera oozed orange sparks.

Donnie stiffened in preparation.

Mikey’s gaze swirled, the orange fizzled out like a dying flashlight in blinks before he shut down and collapsed again. Donnie waited a few seconds before resuming his work. Whenever he had presumably set Mikey’s bones, he used his own bandages to wrap up the other’s arm. He then slipped the blanket sling around him and pressed Mikey’s limb akimbo across his body before he sat back.

Splinter returned with a tray full of cups and a teapot. “What was that?”

“Donnie fixed Mikey’s arm.” You spoke and readied yourself to get up.

“Please!” Splinter ushered and headed over. “What was it?”

“Broken ulna and radius fracture.” Donnie offered.

Splinter was oddly quiet as he set the tray beside you.

“You okay…?” You finally asked.

“We…” He got a cup ready and poured some tea to steady himself. “We have not had broken bones in this house for years.”

“Mikey does good bone work…”

Splinter gave you a wry glance and passed you a cup.

It stung your fingers, but you cradled it close.

“Donatello.” Splinter didn’t gesture as he poured another cup.

Donnie approached while removing his mask.

Instead of giving the cup to him, Splinter left it to pour another.

Donnie took the tea.

“Green tea, my favorite blend.” Splinter clarified before taking his own and a sip.

You joined him.

Donnie watched on and eventually brought the cup to his lips.

“The Heart of Winter is a force. When open, only those of the ice dragon clan are said to have the power to stand in its presence. All else will freeze within seconds.”

Donnie swirled the liquid he had.

“Not to mention the guardian deities housed within! Spirits to protect the immense power! The ice dragons have always been show-offs!” Splinter snorted.

You stifled a giggle.

“The cold allows the spirits to reform their bodies over and over.” Splinter looked at his two sleeping sons. “They fought with all they had. Saved everyone they could. The Heart of Winter was finally closed again as of last night. Instead of taking a moment of rest, my boys continued to help.”

Donnie turned his head to keep from rolling his eyes.

“Leonardo has not yet returned. Their powers are weak. Donatello, you…” Splinter eyed him.

Donnie snapped back to attention and his lips twitched around his teeth. “Don’t presume I would have aided your cause.”

Splinter blinked wide before he lowered his gaze to his cup. “I do not. Your power is similarly drained. I only wonder-”

“Used to protect my own.” Donnie spoke with a low pitched threat that dared Splinter to complain.

Splinter allowed a moment to pass and took another drink before he spoke again. “If I was in your place, I believe I would have done the same.”

Donnie stewed before something occurred to him. “You haven’t opened your doors to the masses.”

Splinter’s eyes narrowed with some guilt.

You drank more tea and felt it trickle internally to where your baby seemed to stretch and languish under the warmth.

You placed a hand on your stomach.

With all your shivering it had been hard to do any sort of kick count lately.

Donnie’s head pressed into yours before you realized he had moved.

Splinter’s ear flicked, but his mouth stayed a steady line.

“Why do you have electricity?” Donnie barely pulled away from you.

“I’m told we pull from a source other than the city.”

“Mystic in nature?”

“Both?” Splinter didn’t seem to know, but his eyes pivoted as if there was something else that he did.

Donnie saw it too, but dropped it. “I dislike debt. How are Raphael’s injuries?”

“You don’t-”

Donnie was up before Splinter could move.

He used his villain mask to examine the largest brother.

“His external temperature is reading below average. Dehydration?” Donnie surmised. “He has the same signs of frostbite. What sort of equipment do you have available? Where is the medbay proper?”

“Yes, well-!” Splinter hesitated.

“A bulb is out.” Donnie spied a lamp across the room and headed there.

Splinter looked furious for a moment before he breathed in deep as if to settle this was how it was going to be and stood. “Okay.”

Donnie had already extracted the light bulb.

“Drink up. Stay warm.” Splinter told you before chasing after Donnie.

You watched on as the two bickered. Donnie was staunch in needing to keep himself busy and, without the other Hamato to keep him in line, he shifted his attention to working with his hands. That meant repairing whatever was broken in his eyes and Splinter followed him with complaints. The older man didn’t dare protest outright for fear of putting off the younger that he saw with hope as his own. This was only offset by how possessive Splinter was of his belongings. He snatched things from Donnie and declared them well-loved instead of broken and Donnie had sharp words for the garbage.

Eventually the conversation veered to Splinter pleading with Donnie about how helping one another was not about paying debts or obligation. Donnie scoffed verbally at the insinuation and harshly spoke about how the double standard laced under their catchall well of family. Splinter did his best to explain otherwise, but the moment he brought up your baby, Donnie checked out. Your husband clung to the lamp, one that had a history of electrical shorts and one of the few objects Splinter allowed him, and set up on the other side of the room near S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to toy with it.

Splinter stood sadly with a few old rusted things in his arms before he moved to put them back on shelves.

You watched, having finished your second cup of tea and your lids threatened to swallow up your vision.

You heard Donnie get closer.

You felt yourself only blink before he was around you and whispering in your ear. “Rest, my heart.”

“You need to too…” You slurred softly.

“Not here.”

“Donnie…”

He shushed you and scooped up the bundle of blankets with you in it.

You tried to complain but it came out as sleepy sounds as you were nestled into all the blankets.

The moment you touched down you smelled the faint scent of fire that had baked into them and cuddled up to the roast.

“Good.” Donnie churred into your ear before he kissed the side of your head. “I’ll be a step away.”

“M’kay…” Your lids refused to lift.

You felt Donnie press a few more kisses into you before you drifted off.

-

Your flickers of consciousness came with a squeeze to warm metal. You had drifted in and out with your son as a personal heater, so you were used to the feeling. How he was able to modulate his temperature  always astounded you. You held his hand tight and felt the shifting click of him returning the pressure. It was another of his wonderful marvels and you blinked away the last memory you had of watching your son disappear in real time.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. appeared across from you with a big fat smile projected across his beak.

The crescent of his eyes turned up before they switched over to an emoji of a small face holding a finger to their lips.

Be quiet.

You blinked at him a few times and let the memories flood you.

The storm.

The lair.

The Heart of Winter.

You sat up and tried to mitigate your groan the best you could.

Your baby seemed to sense the moment you were awake and was restless.

You had been so busy keeping warm, you hadn’t had much to eat.

You needed to get something.

That and your vitamins.

Donnie had brought a bag.

You meant to look for it, but the crevasse left from Raph distracted you.

He was no longer laying in the pile.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. rolled over to look where you were.

You rotated around because you knew Donnie had placed you between Mikey and Raph.

The youngest wasn’t in his spot either, but the remnants of where he had been were also carved out.

You studied the scene closely and felt your son sit up behind you.

There were dragged blankets, as if Mikey had been taken by his ankles and pulled.

You trailed them and found one of Mikey’s boots.

You hefted up your stomach, but weren’t able to lift, so you had to crawl over to get upright. It got you up on your knees where your lifting head made a large structure appear in your eyeline. On the far side of the room, near where a cable trailed from where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was plugged into the wall, was what you could describe as a giant lamp.

It looked exactly like the small one Donnie had last been seen with, only it was now a hundred times its original size. It bent over on an adjustable hinge and its base had been widened out to that of the platform. A warm beam of honey light poured out of it and perfectly covered the space. It drenched its occupants, which you counted as exactly Raph, Mikey, and your husband.

You drifted to your feet.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came with and draped a Sherpa blanket over your shoulders.

You held it closed to your chest and kept moving.

Raph had collapsed on his plastron as the largest mass in the dead center of the circle. His tail curled up around the edge of the platform and that’s where your mate was. Donnie was sitting within the groove created by Raph’s tail. His head lolled back where he was soaking up the rays. Mikey was less ceremoniously placed and indeed appeared to have been dragged over. You wondered by whom because Raph had an arm secured tightly around the youngest as a child might squeeze a teddy bear. If he were any other person, they might have been crushed, but Mikey was adjusted just so his injured arm was still in a safe position to heal.

Donnie built the contraption and you had a sense of how the events played out.

You vaguely remembered him saying something about body temperature. This whole lamp looked like something for heating reptiles in a pet store, but on an absurd scale. You bet Donnie roused Raph to get him under it for his health. Raph must have made the journey, but demanded Mikey join. You could see the larger man grabbing his brother like a blanket and letting him limply drag on the floor as he took him with him. Donnie was less inclined to help the youngest, but attended to his injury after Raph settled in. When both men fell asleep, your husband felt that same reptilian pull and found a spot where he could easily flee if necessary.

The perfect space for innocent culpability.

Your heart tugged and you turned watery eyes on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

Your son beamed in a way that said everything you thought was right.

You hugged him.

He smiled and had to rotate to show you he was still charging.

You minded his cord, but pulled it to accentuate how there was obviously a bunch of connected extension cords added to it.

He shrugged playfully and threw a thumb backwards.

Tucked into his chair, with his mouth open, and a fire poker loosely leaned beside him was a snoring Splinter.

You wished you could have seen their meeting and squeezed S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. tighter.

Your son bobbed with obvious, but silent laughter.

Your stomach growled and you were thankful it wasn’t very loud.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. generated a hologram of the time, along with your medication intake.

You nodded to him and signed about the bag Donnie had brought.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head swiveled side to side in search before he pointed behind you.

The backpack was set by the mouth of the stairwell you had come up and you gestured for him to come with you as you went to get it. You crept as a comical pair with your waddling and his overplayed footsteps. You made it to the bag and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bent over to scoop it up before he froze mid-motion. You glanced at him once before turning your head to look into the stairwell where his gaze was trained.

Leo looked up at you where he was clearly ascending the steps.

Like the others, his entire being was creased with exhaustion, but he was a little different.

Instead of evidence of having been in a battle or out in the snow, he was wearing a pair of worn scrubs.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was slow and methodical as he moved to block you with an arm.

Leo glanced at him with little energy before his pupils darted to take in the scene.

You watched him bounce from your bag, to your son, and then beyond where he spied some part of the giant lamp. It took all his attention and he went incredulous. He walked sideways up the stairs with an opening jaw. As soon as he got a glimpse of the whole unit, its occupants, and his dad beyond by the fire, his vision went completely dull.

He threw you and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. an emotionally absent glance and gestured for you to follow.

You checked with your son who shrugged as you both followed after Leo, who moved silently. He led you to the kitchen where he immediately went to wash his hands. He hissed at what you presumed was the icy temperature and leaned against the sink while the water ran to warm up. “You got my message. Good.”

He hadn’t left you space to respond.

“Bring food or need it?” He managed.

You checked with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and your son seemed to remember that had been your goal.

He set the bag on the counter and opened it up. “Inventory: wholegrain crackers, lentils, couscous, rice cakes, and trail mix.”

“Not enough protein…” Leo finally washed his hands, but was straining to look over his shoulder at the options. 

You nabbed the crackers and pulled one out to nibble on.

Leo eventually wandered over while drying his hands with a paper towel. “Let’s see… a warm veggie couscous salad could be…?” He deviated in his path to check the fridge. “Tinned fish is… safe…? Was that right…?”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both stared at his carapace.

“Ah, we have that good Greek yogurt…” Leo reached in and pulled out a tub. “This’ll work.”

Without saying anything more, he grabbed a few more items until his arms were full. He laid a medley of vegetables for you to review and got a pot of water boiling. He dozed where he stood after he had the pot in place and shook himself awake.

“Gonna shower.”

He was in motion and walked away before anyone could say otherwise.

“Uh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. drawled before he immediately went for a knife block and yanked out a knife. “What was that!?”

You were reaching for another cracker and popped up. “Right?!”

“He did not insinuate that he was SHERLOCK_CORN!” He turned and acquired a cutting board with alarming accuracy considering he had never been in this kitchen before.

“How is that even possible?”

“It’s not!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed and grabbed some veggies to cut up. “I don’t know, know, but I know that SHERLOCK_CORN is that lady! She’s my arch nemesis.”

“What?! You can’t just say something like that after Leo is also being insane!”

“It has to be her!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cut with a blurring speed and at a pace that made his chops almost silent. “This is the first time I’ve ever gotten a screen name. There’s no other way to explain it.”

“Shelly…!”

“The lady!” He gestured up toward the ceiling.

You stared at where he pointed for a long moment before it hit you.

April.

That’s why he had said ‘fast.’

You hadn’t shared her name with him or Donnie.

She had unplugged when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had taken over the lair’s system all those years ago.

He said he never got a read on her.

“Here’s my conspiracy theory: she’s their ‘guy in the chair!’” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went back to cutting vegetables. “I don’t have any evidence because gah, but it’s like her residue is sprinkled over everything. She’s a ghost in the Hidden City and up here! I think she’s the reason they have all those mystical wall bearings up. I voided the data-”

He shot you a sharp glance and it conjured guilt that you munched away in a cracker.

“-but I feel like I remember the ruins. The Hamato dummies don’t need to write spells. Who else would? Why would she know how to run by unplugging? You gotta know tech to know tech! The only people who need to write spells are those without inherent mysticism. That totally explains it. If she is combining mystic and tech, she’s the reason I’ve never been able to get dad down here or crack these guys’ network. It never made sense that they were able to keep me and dad out. They were not and are not that tech savvy.”

“Okay…” You shook your head as it was a lot to process. “That’s… something, but what’s with Leo?”

“He musta asked her to send it.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pouted and finished cutting to pour over the board. “This meal…”

You were back on a track you recognized. “It’s totally balanced, right!? It sounds like something Donnie’s algorithm would come up with! And the thing he said about tinned fish?! Is he reading up on pregnancy stuff?!”

“Yeah!!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came up to share your frustrations once again. “Why!? He was totally scary from what you told me about when he found out you were preggers!”

“Don’t!” You laughed. “Say it like that!”

“Pragnent!” He snickered.

You flicked cracker dust at him.

He pretended to protect the veggies.

“And the scrubs!” You gave him mercy.

“I mean, he has a medical degree.”

“He, what?!”

“Yeah, he’s registered with the state. Leonardo Hamato, he can add MD to his title… or doctor to the front duh, pfft. General practice, Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. I think that’s why he wanted you to go to a Sinai hospital when you got hurt.”

You balked.

You also felt a weird sense of déjà vu.

It wasn’t exact, but you had an inkling you sort of knew this.

Like Leo had mentioned medical training, but not that he was a registered doctor.

“Does he have a practice?!”

“Not one that’s legit!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shrugged as to him it was as simple as a fact.

You continued to stare.

“He’s probably helping out at the hospitals.” He looked at you earnestly.

“Y-yeah…” You wilted. “I guess…?”

“It’s still weird, for sure.” He glanced off to the side.

“Yeah…”

You scrubbed your face.

Leo being up to things was never new, but you wished he would stop being bizarre. He had all the room in the world to go back to being a mystery. You hadn’t needed to see him or talk to him in a long time. Maybe the status quo would return if you pretended all of his sleepy revelations hadn’t happened. You doubted he would have been so obvious if he wasn’t at the end of his rope. It was odd to think he seemingly had the most stamina outside of even Donnie.

You hoped your husband was still peacefully snoozing.

“The water’s about to boil. Where is he?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wondered.

“He did say he was going to shower…”

“Average length of dad’s showers are six minutes…” Your son’s head tipped. “Oh… Eugh… What if he fell asleep?”

“He wouldn’t-” The response was automatic, but the dull look on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s face made you pause. “Seriously…?”

“With him?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s digital tongue stuck out.

“Who’s gonna check?” You sighed.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cheered.

“No! I’m not falling for that again! You can read micro movements faster than me!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. snapped his ‘drat.’

“You know how to cook this?” You gestured around the kitchen.

“Yeah! I scanned the room for inventory and looked up a recipe based on what Leo said. I think the yogurt is supposed to be the sauce! There’s tinned mackerel in that cabinet over there!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pointed.

“I’ll pull his head out of the water so he doesn’t drown and come get you if we need to move him.” You shook your head.

“Sounds like a plan!” He got the yogurt and shook it.

You waved as you turned and headed back to the TV room. You had a vague idea of how to get to the closest bathroom from there and headed down the stairs. You clung to the wall since there wasn’t a railing and took the steps with care. Once you were flat on the next level, you took a breath for having made the journey and patted your belly before looking out and stopping.

Very clearly having jumped onto the top of the pile, was Leo sticking out like a sore thumb.

He was laying the opposite of Raph and had all his limbs spread out to get as much light as possible.

He was also clearly unconscious by the way a drip of drool hung down and threatened to go into his eye where his head was nearly upside-down.

You softened at him and the others.

You wanted to take a picture, but was sure it would wake them.

For this moment of peace, you decided to preserve it and turned to head back up the stairs to tell S.H.E.L.D.O.N. that everything was alright.

For once, Leo was far from drowning.

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

The Finale

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Jey woke up, the sun shining in his eyes through the curtains. He looked down at Rhea; she was still asleep, her arm was lying on his chest, her hair covered her face, the blanket was down around her hips, her back was covered in the light from the sun, and his arm was trapped under her head.

He reached over to the nightstand on his side, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of her. She was always so beautiful.

He looked around their room, smiling at seeing her title on the ground.

He was so proud of her he wished he could have been there after she won it, but he had his match, so

But just the look on her face after she won made him smile. She spent all of last year trying to get it back, and she finally did it, and he was so happy for her. It did make him miss having gold around his waist, though.

He felt her cold fingertips touch his chin, turning his head to the side, looking at her with a smile. Good morning, Mama.

She brushed the hair out of her face. Good morning, did you sleep okay?

Yeah, I fell asleep not long after you.

Good She leaned forward, giving him a kiss. How do you feel? She placed her chin onto his chest.

I’m done trying to please him. I’m done with all of it. Drew, fuck the bloodline as a whole. I’m done. I can’t be a world champion if I’m tied up in their shit. I have to focus on me.

Good, you should; you deserve it, baby.

He nodded. I do. I don’t think I deserve you, though. He chuckled, running his fingers down her spine.

You may not deserve me, but I’m here, and you're never getting rid of me, she grinned.

Oh, I don’t want to, baby girl.

Mmm, when do we have to get out of here? She asked, rubbing her hand up his chest.

Check out at 11, so…

So we have plenty of time. She said she moved on top of him, revealing her tattooed body as she pulled the blanket back around her shoulders.

Ooh, more than plenty, babygirl. He sat up, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. She giggled against his lips, moving her hair to the side.

A loud knock on the door kicked them out of their little bubble.

He groaned, It's 8 in the fucking morning. Who needs us? He said his bottom lip is poking out.

She laughed at him pouting; he was cute when he pouted. It’s probably just Damian; we usually get breakfast to celebrate our big wins.

Well, we’re celebrating, so tell him to fuck off.

She hit his chest. No, we’re going to breakfast.

I don’t want to eat breakfast; I want something better. Mama, he said, moving his hands up her thighs to her ass, sending a shiver throughout her body.

There was another loud knock on the door.

Well, that’s a shame, because we’re having breakfast, she said, hopping off and grinning over her shoulder as she bent over, grabbing his shirt off the ground.

He stood up with a huff, putting on some basketball shorts before walking over to the door. You're mean, he said before opening it.

Damian stood there leaning against the door frame. Took you long enough.

He sucked his teeth. Fuck you, uce, he said, walking away from the door.

Don’t mind him; he’s just upset because we’re going to breakfast. She poked her head out of the bathroom, but that’s not what he wants.

My bad. I’ll call next time.

Yeah, you should. We aren't going to pick up, but go ahead.

Jey! She yelled for the bathroom.

Alright, sorry, he said, giving Damian a look.

He shook his head. Is it just you guys coming, or are Jimmy and Naomi coming too?

Shit, probably. Let me check, though. He walked over to the bed, almost tripping over the tile still on the ground from last night, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

Rhea was fixing her hair in the mirror. What do you want? She said feeling Damian watching her

It's been a while since we've done one of these.

I know hopefully we will do one again soon; I need both my boys with gold.

That’s always the goal. He took a step into the room. How does it feel? He asked

Mmm, it feels like things are getting back to normal. Well, are they a new normal? She said going back to the night she first won the championship.

He put his hand on her shoulder. We don’t need them. Rhea

I know just when I look at it, I see them. Everything we built together, I hate them, but she turned back around, picking her hairbrush back up.

Rhea I get it; I hate them too, but I wouldn’t have been champion without them. They can say whatever they want, but we all loved each other. You're allowed to miss them and what we all had together.

She took a minute to think, looking at herself in the mirror. Thank you, she said, walking past him out of the bathroom.

Jim and Naomi said they're coming. I told them I’ll let them know when we’re leaving.

Already I’ll come back in a bit, he said, giving her a side hug.

Alight call this time, uce

Jey! She said, shooting him a look.

Alright, alright, my bad. See you in a minute, uce.

Ok, bye.

Bye, she closed the door behind him before grabbing a pillow off the couch and throwing it at him. Will you stop!

He dodged out of the way, girl! You better stop.

Or what? She with a smirk on her face

Oh! Alright, bet. Bring your ass here, he said, walking around the room divider.

No! I’m sorry! We have things to do, baby.

Nah, fuck that shit; get over here.

She giggled as she turned around, running towards the bathroom, him chasing after her.

Rhea was walking around backstage at TV with Bayley.

Thanks for the help.

No problem, not that you needed it; I just have to get mine.

Oh no, you're good. I get it; just handle it Saturday.

Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m going to do more than just handle it.

And that’s why I’m going to stay on your good side. she said with a chuckle

Well, now that you're here officially, you'll be fine. I got your back.

And I got your, she threw her arm around her. So what's been up with you, Mami? Besides winning your title back

Not much; I bought myself a new pair of boots as a gift to myself, but that’s kind of it. Just been chilling.

That’s good. You deserve a little break.

I had a break against my will. I have had enough breaks; all I want to do is fight.

Well, the rumble is soon, so I would enjoy this time while you have it.

Oh, I will just—I’m excited to get in that ring hearing that champion in front of my name again.

I miss that feeling; it’s like a high.

Yeah, I love it.

So, is there anything new with you and Jey?

Nothing much; I spent the weekend at his house. He really likes my new gold

Oh, I bet so; everyone loves Mami with gold, she said, tapping on the metal around her waist, making her laugh. God, we need to get the girls together again. I miss you guys.

Agreed, it’s been too long; as soon as Jade is back, we’re having a girls day.

Or maybe we should have a little weekend day trip.

Leave on a Friday. Get back on a Monday for TV?

I’ll tell Bianca we’re starting to plan something.

I already love being here.

I love having you here. She opened the door to her locker room. Jey was sitting on the couch on his phone.

Hey, Uce, Good to have you back.

Hey, I’m going to go catch up with you later.

Ok, see you. I’ll call Bianca tonight.

Yes! Love you, she said as she walked away.

Love you too! She chuckled, shutting the door. Hey baby, what are you doing?

Nothing has been chilling in here since I beat Gunther's ass. Is that cool?

Yeah, I don’t care. She sat down next to him, running her thumb over his bottom lip.

You should see the other guy.

I did. I also saw what he said. You good?

Yeah, that shits all true. I know it he isn't going to make me feel bad for helping my brother, though I’m not the one who got worked up because I’m an actual main eventer and he ain't

I also saw you with the title, and it’s going to look even better with your name plates.

That and new are going to feel crazy. Saturday mama I don’t think I’m ready for it, he said with a nervous smile.

You'll never be ready, baby, but you'll figure it out with time. She took his hand in hers. You got this; don’t let anyone tell you different, alright?

Alright, come on, let’s watch the uce match, and then we’ll get some food.

She chuckled. You always want some food.

He took the remote off the table, clicking on the TV just in time to see Damian walk out.

She couldn’t help but notice that Jey's leg was bouncing up and down

Which he only did when he was anxious; maybe Gunther's words got to him more than she thought.

He’s been saying a lot of shit these past two weeks, and all the stuff people were saying online probably didn’t help either.

They were talking about his move set, if he actually deserves this title shot, and if he won, would he be a good champion? That he was better when he was with Jimmy; he’s nothing but a tag team champion, and he will be nothing more.

She tried to tell him that none of that was true, when she was at his place but then he just changed the subject and made her something to eat.Which just told her that it was getting to him.

She sat back in her seat, trying to focus on the match in front of her.

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Jey and Jimmy were sitting in his rental car waiting for the girls.

I still can’t believe it, uce. I mean, how do you pick a fight and then lose? he said, laughing.

He laughed mockingly with him, Fuck you, uce. We aren’t all main eventers now.

Aye, I’m just fucking with you, uce. You're going to get Melo next week, and when I win, I’ll give you a shot.

Well, I hope you're ready to lose, because if we're fighting for that title, I'm beating your ass.

Can't wait to see it because you said the same shit last time, and who won again?

He sucked his teeth. Whatever, are you ready for tomorrow?

As much as I can be, do you think I got this? Rhea keeps saying I do, but she has to, but you don’t, so you think I can do it?

Uce, you only lose the first time because of me; that’s my bad, by the way, and the second time was whatever. You can beat him; he isn’t special. You’ve beaten worse with and without me. He puts his hand on his shoulder. You got this.

You're first in line when I win.

Shit, I better. Who else would it be, Finn’s ass?

That man is going off the deep end. I want no part in that.

I feel you. I’m just trying to stay out of the Wyatts’ way since they are here now.

You better be careful; we've fucked over a lot of people.

He sighed. I know we did a lot of shit for Roman. I did a lot for him, and I’m sorry for that, uce.

I’m not blameless either; we both fucked up, but we’re good now. It’s all love, uce.

The trunk popped open. the girls throwing their suitcase in before shutting it and getting in the backseat Sorry, sorry, we got caught up with Tiffy. Rhea said, rolling her eyes.

So are we going to get some food? I’m hungry. Naomi said as he started the car.

Damn, you aren't tired. Jimmy said, as he buckled his seatbelt.

I can’t go to sleep hungry, babe.

Yeah, let’s get some food, baby. I need something in my stomach, or I feel I might die. Rhea said dramatically, fainting.

He shook his head. Aye, I’m always down to eat; I don’t care.

He caught her eyes in the mirror, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, taking what he said as something else. He chuckled at her dirty mind while pulling out of the parking lot.

So what are we going to get? Naomi said, leaning forward against the back of Jimmy's seat.

What do you think we should do to get you?

I don’t know why I asked; she laughed, sitting back. So what's the plan from tomorrow?

Uhh, I don’t know.

Aye, I know what we're doing after, though, you see.

It’s going to be just as bad when I win the IC.

I know you all were lit.

As fuck, it’s crazy. I remember that shit too, uce.

I’m surprised you remember anything from that night you and Priest were gone.

Aye, I remember what I should, Mama.

She shook her head. You're ridiculous.

Oh, you should have seen him at my birthday party; he was acting a total fool.

Aye, I was having fun. It’s not my fault y’all left me alone, uce.

You know how many times we had to tell your drunk ass not to call her, Jimmy said, hitting his shoulder before pointing back at Rhea.

Nah, I don’t remember that.

I bet you don’t use He laughed.

They pulled into the Waffle House parking lot, parking in the front, the bright lights from inside shining into the car. Come on, let’s eat.

Rhea walked out of the bathroom; it was almost midnight at this point. They spent longer than that meant to at Waffle House just talking and laughing.

She threw her dirty clothes into her suitcase. She had on a pair of black sweatpants and one of his shirts she stole from his house last weekend.

Jey was sitting in bed on his phone in just a pair of gray sweatpants.

She crawled up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Her chin resting on his shoulder, she could feel all the tension in his body.

He clicked his phone off, setting it on the nightstand beside him. Sup, babygirl.

Hi, are you alright?

Yeah, just nervous. What if I can’t do it?

Baby, you got this; you can beat Gunther.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, Rhea. You keep saying that, but we’re talking about Gunther the Ring General, a man who has only been pinned three times. What makes you think I can be the fourth?

My love She put her hand under his chin, making him look at her; his eyes were low and tired, his mouth falling into a frown.

You're right. He is the Ring General, but your main event Jey Uso, and you didn’t get that name from main eventing; you got it because you were—you are that fucking good, baby. Don’t let him get in your head.

It’s not just him; it’s everyone else, everyone who believes in me. What if I let them down?

You won’t. They love you, baby. Do they want to see you win? Yes, but they're stuck by you if you don't.

And you? He said softly, his big eyes staring up at her.

Jey I love you; that’s not going to change because you might not beat Gunther, and you beating Gunther isn't going to make me love you more, but

She leaned in closer to him, just a couple of inches away from his face. I will be proud of you no matter what happens tomorrow. She kissed him, pulling back to look at him. I love you.

I love you too. He took her hand, which was sitting on his chest, into his hand. Sorry, I’m making this shit all about me. He placed a kiss on her hand. You got a match too, and I’ll be there cheering you on.

And I’ll be doing the same, but baby, promise me if you lose tomorrow you will not blame yourself.

I won’t, baby girl, I promise.

Thank you. She placed a kiss on his shoulder, feeling the tension fall in them. Come on, we need to go to sleep, baby, she said, sitting back down on the bed. Alright.

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1…2…3…AND STILL YOUR WOMAN’S WORLD CHAMPION…. RHEA RIPLEY

She started walking towards the back, holding her ribs. God, that annihilator was bad; she definitely wouldn’t miss that. She felt a sharp pain as she sucked in a breath. Her ribs didn’t feel broken, but they were bruised.

She walked through the crowd, high-fiving them as she walked by, before walking backstage. It didn’t take long for her to find Jey.

He was standing by the gorilla, seemingly waiting for her with Jimmy and Naomi; he was holding something behind his back.

She ran up, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her up.

Shit, girl! He stumbled backward, catching her with one arm. You scared the shit out of me.

Sorry, it’s the adrenaline. She said, hopping down as soon as her feet touched the ground, Naomi pulled her into a warm embrace. You did amazing, big mama.

He smiled, seeing how his family loved her as much as he did. Jimmy nudged him, looking towards the flowers behind his back.

Oh, here, Mama, he said, pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

Her face lit up at the sight of them. Baby, you didn’t have to do that, she said, taking the bouquet from him.

Why not? You deserve your first title defense.

Well, thank you. She gave him a peck on the cheek, not wanting to get lipstick on him.

No problem, baby girl.

Aye, can I say that tornado DDT was nasty, uce? Jimmy said dapping her up.

She chuckled. I know some moves.

What are you going to pull out, uce? "Are you going to let her show you up? he said, hitting his shoulder.

You're going to have to wait and see, uce; I got a couple of things up my sleeve, you know.

Can’t wait to see Rhea, she said, grabbing his arm and putting it around her shoulder.

Well, come on, we still have a show to watch until it’s main event time. Naomi said, linking her arm with Rhea’s, skipping away with her.

They just be in their own little world, uce, he said with a chuckle.

Mmhmm, but it’s fine because I got something for you anyway, uce.

He looked at him confused, thinking about what he could have gotten him.

You're going to like it, Uce. Come on. He patted him on the back, walking in the other direction.

You know you said that shit before, uce.

And I mean it; he opened the door, leading him out to the parking lot.

Yo, where are we going? He said catching up to him I kind of have shit to do, uce.

Damn, all you do is complain, huh? I’m happy to not be working with you anymore.

Is it you? Because you've been getting your ass beat since I left.

He sucked his teeth. See, I’m trying to be nice, uce, and you're being an ass.

He popped the trunk of their rental car. Mama set this up; I just picked it up, so thank her, not me.

He lifted the truck up, revealing a long, big white box. He pulled it out, letting him see what it was. He looked in the box through the little window on top. It was a white flower lei with a blue ribbon throughout it.

Shit, he looked over at him. Mama did this?

Yeah, she said you needed it tonight, big night for you, uce. He put his hand on his shoulder. She wished she could be here.

I know she called me this morning and wished me luck even though she said I didn’t need it.

He chuckled. We never did, huh?

Nope, I feel like I need it right now, though I'm in the big leagues now.

It's where you belong, you. He dapped him up, bringing him into a hug. You got this, uce.

Thanks, man. He patted him on the back before taking a step back. I appreciate you.

I appreciate you too, Uce. Come before the girls start wondering where we are, he said, grabbing the box and closing the truck.

“Alright,” he was feeling good, confident he was ready; he was going to beat Gunther's ass and become the new heavyweight champion.

1…2…3…AND STILL!

Jey walked through the curtains out of the gorilla; his body broke, and he tried; he lost; he lost?

His chest felt heavy, like someone was sitting on it; each breath he took was harder than the first.

Even with Cody coming out there telling him it was okay, it still hurt deeply. He gave it his all and then some, and he still fucking lost.

Each step he took hurt his knees; felt weak, like he was going to fall any second. He grabbed onto the wall for support as he walked.

Jey, are you ok? Her words sounded muffled as his ears rang slightly from that double powerbomb he took.

He leaned against the wall, feeling the cool wall against his skin, hearing his heart beating like it was going to beat out of his chest.

Baby, are you alright? She put her hand on the side of his face; he could hear the worry in her voice. knocking him out of his daze

Yeah, yeah, I’m good. His voice was tired, his chest aching as he spoke.

You don’t look good, baby. She pushed his hair out of his face.

I’m fine. Just my body hurts, he said, rubbing his red chest.

Ok, ok, he could feel her eye darting around; he pulled her into a hug, grinding his teeth a bit at the feeling against his chest.

It’s alright, baby, you did good. She said, working her hand into his hair.

It hurts Rhea. He buried his face in the side of her neck.

I know, I know, but it’s okay, love.

He grabbed her tighter as they just stood there together for a moment, the ringing in his ears stopping.

Do you want to just go back to the hotel?

He nodded his head, pulling back from her.

Okay, she said softly, then let’s go. She grabbed his hand.

He threw his arm over her shoulder. Can I get a little help, Mama?

Of course she put her arm around him, helping hold him up as they walked down the hall.

They walked into their room still a mess from them rushing out that morning.

She sat him down on the end of the bed before sitting down next to him. Are you okay, baby?

He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. I don’t know.

She put her hand on his back, leaning her head on his shoulder. It's ok, baby.

I held it in my hands. I had it right there, and I lost it. I lost it.

You're going to figure it out, love.

He fell back onto the bed, his head still in his hands. It was right there, right fucking there.

Jey, baby, you did good.

Not good enough, or I would be champion right now, he said with a heavy sigh.

Jey She lay back beside him, looking him in his eyes. You did good, my love, she said, trying to reassure him. You gave it your all. You did good. Don't beat yourself up about it, love.

Alright, he's moving up the bed, lying against all the pillows.

You’re just going to go to sleep? She said moving as well.

No, I’m not tired; still got adrenaline. He chuckled a bit at Cody's music popping into his head.

He heard her wince as she lay down, grabbing at her ribs.

Are you alright? Did you get checked?

Yeah, I got checked; I’m good there, just a little bruised. I should be good in a week or so.

Okay, come here, baby girl, he said, raising his arm up for her. She lay under his arm, laying her head against his collarbone.

She turned on some bad reality TV to hopefully make Jey feel a little better, which did get a couple of chuckles from him, but he was still pretty quiet.

After a while, he spoke up again. Rhea I know I can beat him.

Then get a rematch and beat him.

He’s not really known for giving rematches.

She raised her head up to look at him. So make him give you one? You're Jey Uso; if you want a title shot, you'll get one. Besides, when you win the rumble, he'll have to give you a title shot.

Fuck! I forgot about the rumble.

She chuckled at him. How could he forget the first stop on the road to mania?

Rhea He sat up. I know I can beat him. I was this fucking close. I can do it, Mama. I can beat him.

Then do it, she said, shifting to lie against the pillows.

I will! He moved off the bed, standing up On Monday. I’m going out there and letting it know that I’m going to win the rumble and going from Gunther.

Good I saw the look on his face after he was shocked; he wasn’t expecting you to get him like that.

A smile came across his face. I’m going to be the fourth.

You're going to be the fourth baby.

He pulled her off the bed into a kiss. I got it.

I told you you did.

But now I got the rumble too, and I’m winning that bitch, he said with the biggest smile on his face.

You’re going to be a world champion. She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

I’m going to be a world fucking champion. He picked her up, spinning her around and making her giggle. They fell back onto the bed, bursting into laughter. He grabbed her, pulling her into another kiss. God, I love you, bad girl, he said, making her smile. I know you do.

Can you imagine me winning at Mania on the biggest stage of them all in front of millions of people, holding that title above my head?

I can imagine it, baby; you're going to be an amazing champion. She said, brushing his hair behind his ear.

We’re going to be champions together. I’m pretty sure our titles will match.

They will, won’t they?

Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. We’re going to look fine as hell with our matching titles.

Oh for sure, and I’ll be in your corner when you win it.

Wouldn’t have it any other way. Baby girl, he took her hand in his. I was thinking about something today.

What’s that love?

That we've been together for a good while now, and Jim loves you Naomi loves you and I have no doubt that Solo won’t love you when we make up, so I was thinking maybe when I go back home, maybe you come with?

Oh? Her mouth fell open a bit. You want me to meet…

My mom I told her I've been seeing someone, but she doesn’t know it’s you, and I want her to.

You think I’m ready to meet her?

Rhea My mom will love you; she already likes you from what I told her about you.

I’m not really good at meeting parents. Jey most don't really like me.

Rhea They both sat up, he still holding her hand. I promise you she’ll love you; you’re amazing, and she’ll see that, and she’ll see how much you love me.

She took a deep breath. Are you sure you want me to meet her?

Yes, I’m sure, he said, looking her in her eyes, showing her he was one hundred percent sure.

Ok then, I guess I’ll meet your mom, she said, smiling.

I’ll let her know tomorrow; she's going to be so excited. I haven't seen her since Christmas, so she's going to break out all the stops.

I don’t know if I should be scared or excited at that. She said with a nervous chuckle

Probably a little of both, but it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be great, babygirl.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling him down.

Come on, let’s finish our episode.

Alight I have not been paying attention, so I hope that recap is good.

She laughed, unpausing the TV. I’ll catch you up, she said, reclaiming her spot on his chest.

I think it’s going to be a good year, Mama.

I think so too, baby. Saturday is going to be fun now.

Oh, it’s going to be real fun when I throw that last person over the top rope.

I think it’s going to be more fun depending on who that person is.

Won’t matter; there are no friends in the rumble; it’s one vs. all.

He sank down into the bed, the warmth from her skin becoming his as they lay there, all the pain he felt from losing slowly fading away. He was focused on her, not caring what was happening on the TV.

How could he have gotten so lucky? Something that was just started as a partnership when he was still with the Bloodline and she with Judgment Day, now both of them on their own, becoming their own people, and her now his girlfriend, the woman he loved, the woman he would do anything for, the woman he saw a future with, and none of this would be happening if she never got hurt, if Damian never invited him to stay with them, Bad Blood Weekend, and made them share a room?

He never meant for any of this to happen, but he sure was happy it did.

Rhea moved her arm over him, watching the show, but not really; she could believe she was going to meet Jey's mom. This was crazy—a good crazy. If she had never gotten her heart broken by Dom, she would have never become friends with Jey and then fallen in love with him.

She couldn’t lie he was nice to look at every time then ran into the bloodline or just Jey how good he looked never went unnoticed my her neither did his sense of humor which is what made him so attractive which Damian noticed and pushed her to do something but she was scared so she didn’t she keep him at a arms length not wanting to get hurt again but he made that impossible to do especially since Damian forced them to share a room with made her realize just how much she loved him he always made her feel loved he saw her at her worse at her lowest and he never made her feel bad from that he was there for her when she needed and she was there for him

She never thought she would want to hit a guy more than Dom, but Roman was most definitely working his way up that list.

She loved him, and his family loved her, and she was about to meet more of them, and she was excited. She never thought a little crush would turn into this, into a friendship, a relationship, or whatever else this was. She loved him and maybe even wanted to spend her life with him, but that was a question from another time.

She didn’t need to think about that right now; she had a mother she needed to impress.

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And that is where the story ends (for now)

Thanks to all the people who been here since the beginning when it was real spooky 😂 I appreciate every single one of you who been reading my little story

I’m thinking of doing a little Jey x Sami mini series so if y’all want that so look up for that

This is not the end of are Jhea story your get a one shot every now and then (no time soon I’m taking a little break from them two)

I love y’all and appreciate y’all 🖤

[anniebeckcalla]

※。.:*: temporary cessation [mark x reader]

style: coffee shop au, non-idol au wc:861 cw: fluff

calla's note: sorry if there are any inaccuracies, i haven't written a coffee shop au before.

Mark's eyes darted between the clock and the door of the coffee shop as he sprayed the worktop with disinfectant. It was eleven o'clock, almost time for his first break of the day, but that's not what he was excited for. No, eleven was when you, y/n would come into the shop for your daily refreshment. The feelings that arose when he thought about you were somewhat bittersweet. You were extremely pretty, you dressed well, and you were very polite, leading to Mark catching feelings (though he was too embarrassed to admit it to himself); however, your order was a constant reminder to Mark that he was out of your league- a hot chocolate with a crema topper and syrup in the shape of a heart.

Every day, you had the same order. It would have been cute if it was for you, but yesterday, Mark had been bold enough to make a remark on it. He shuddered as he recalled the memory.

“It's not for me,” you had smiled, looking down at the counter. “It's for someone special.” “Who might that special person be?” Mark had said in reply. You had avoided the question, tapping your card on the reader to pay and leaving the shop immediately. Mark felt humiliated with himself for being overfamliar with you, but he still wondered who the mystery individual was.

If the syrup was in the shape of a heart, he thought, wiping down the worktops, then it was for a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Definitely a romantic relationship, either way. Some men were douchebags, and would keep on pestering even if there was romance on the scene. It was possible that you'd assumed that he was one of those types of people. He wrung out the cloth in the sink. Did he really give off the air of an obsessed alpha wannabe?

Mark looked up at the clock again. It was five past eleven. You were always in at eleven on the dot. Maybe you had decided to go to another coffee shop, intimidated by yesterday's question. Mark shook his head as he threw the cloth in the laundry box. He wished that he hadn't been so keen on you. Now he'd managed to chase you away.

The door to the coffee shop opened and two people shuffled in- an elderly lady with a long coat and scarf holding tight onto the arm of a younger lady with nice clothes…

Y/n.

“Hi, Mark,” you giggled nervously, cheeks pink as you and the elder approached the counter. “Sorry it took us so long to come in today. My grandmother really wanted to see you.” The elderly lady peered at Mark, and a grin brightened her lined face. “So this is the one who's been making my daily hot chocolates! What a handsome young man!” You nodded in agreement. “I suppose that this was the perfect time to introduce you guys to each other. Mark, this is my grandmother. She's…she's been ill for a long time, so I buy her a hot chocolate from here every morning to make her day. Gran, this is Mark. He's the nice man who makes your hot chocolate for you.”

Your grandmother winked at you. “The one you talk about every time you get the chance? How he smiles at you, how he takes extra time making the drink, how you think you might be in-”

“GRAN! Please don't!” You put your finger to your lips to silence her, but she wasn't fazed. “Our y/n is obsessed with you, Mark,” she said. “Thank you for making a positive change for both of us. I love your hot chocolate, and y/n loves talking to you.”

Mark breathed a sigh of relief. So it was just a misunderstanding, on his part, simple as. And there was the added joy of you feeling the same way as he did towards you. “Obsessed” was the word that your grandmother had used. “The drinks are on me today,” he smiled. “We only came in for my grandmother's drink,” you piped up. Your grandmother budged you hard in the ribs. “Y/n! Take a hint!”

Once the drinks were done, Mark slid them towards you. “Don't tell anyone about this,” he whispered, looking over his back quickly at the other staff and then whipping out his own card to pay for the beverages. To his delight, you and your grandmother stayed inside to drink that day. Mark continued to work, but every time he looked at you, he was delighted to find you staring right back at him, eyes sparkling with reverence.

At last, it was quarter past eleven- time for his break. Mark paused, but then grabbed the business card from the holder on the counter. His cheeks reddened as he scribbled his phone number on the back of it, and he wasn't able to look you in the eyes as he passed it to you, mumbling, “just in case you forget the name of the coffee shop.” As he left the shop, he saw you and your grandmother gushing over the business card excitedly.

Some risks were worth taking.

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[spnjediavenger]

I Need My Brother (Chapter 2)

Title: I Need My Brother (Chapter 2)

Type: multi-chapter; matt murdock x sister!reader, some foggy x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: Matt unintentionally being a jerk brother (but he’s trying ok?), hurt/comfort, platonic sibling cuddles

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: panic attack description

Spoilers: S1 SPOILERS

Notes: The panic attack description is a mix of my own experience and some I read online - this is not how ALL panic attacks are experienced.

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1674

(Chapter 1)

After Y/n had stormed out of Nelson & Murdock, Foggy ran after said girl to walk her home.

“Y/n! Y/n! Please, wait up!” he called after her.

Despite herself, Y/n stopped at the door to the building but didn’t look back. Foggy came up to her and placed a careful hand on her shoulder. Y/n ignored it and opened the door and started walking. Foggy sighed and followed her. They walked in silence for a while until Foggy couldn’t stand the sound of her sniffles anymore.

“Look, Y/n…your brother is a jerk. I get it, ok? I’m sure he didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“I don’t care about that, Foggy!” she yelled, turning suddenly. The lawyer was shocked but looked at her sympathetically. The girl sighed and closed her eyes, a few more tears escaping. She opened them again. “I’m sorry, Foggy,” she said quietly. 

He smiled a bit. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Like brother, like sister, right?” This earned him an eye roll and punch to his arm. He chuckled and threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “Yeah, that was bad, I know. But let’s get serious, yeah? Talk to your Uncle Foggy.”

Y/n smiled fondly and looked over at him. She shook her head a bit and wiped some tears from her cheeks. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Foggy sat on Matt’s living room couch, watching the flashing lights outside the apartment. He heard the door being unlocked and shook his head, thoroughly disappointed in his friend. Y/n had gone to sleep not long after they got home, emotionally drained from the day. They spent their walk home with Y/n venting to Foggy as she had done with Claire weeks earlier. While he didn’t have much to add, Foggy was upset by what she said and angry at Matt for his negligence to his baby sister. 

Matt approached and Foggy stood up to leave.

“Thanks for walking her home, Fog,” Matt said.

Foggy shook his head. “I did it for her, not you. And just know you have one hell of a mess to clean up, man.” And with that, Foggy left. Leaving Matt to stand alone in his apartment.

Matt threw his glasses on the kitchen counter then ran a hand through his hair and down his face, letting out a deep sigh. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He turned his head to where Y/n’s room was and sighed again. He slowly walked over and listened for a moment.

Even breathing. Slow heartbeat. No movement. She was asleep. 

Matt quietly opened her door so as to not wake her and gently sat on the edge of her bed. He couldn’t help the soft smile that made its way onto his face as he listened to Y/n sleep. She turned over in her sleep so she was now facing him; Matt took his hand and swiped a lock of hair he could hear fall across her face. The feeling woke her up.

Y/n scrunched her eyes and looked up to see her brother sitting next to her. She moved her head to look up at him, knowing he would hear the movement. She didn’t want to speak to him.

“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

She shrugged.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk to me.” He knew her well. “But can I talk to you for a second? Please? Let me try and fix things?” She shrugged again and sat up in bed, pushing her sheets off her body. Matt gave her a thankful smile. “I know you’re mad at me. And you have every right to be. I haven’t been here for you lately and I’m sorry. I’m not saying this makes my actions ok but with the vigilante thing and starting up Nelson & Murdock to the increasingly complicating issues with the Russians, I’ve lost sight of you. And there’s no excuse for that. Aside from being your legal guardian, I’m your brother. And that will always be my most important job.”

Salt in the air. Slight moisture. She was crying again.

“It’s not just that, Matty,” Y/n said quietly. While she appreciated his sentiment, there was another layer to the issue she hadn’t talked to Claire or Foggy about yet.

Nickname usage, at least she’s not as mad now, Matt thought. “Then what is it?”

Matt could hear her breathing increase before she answered him.

“You-...I-...E-Everything was fine until-”

Matt paused. “Until what?”

“Until you almost died, Matt,” she cried, taking a heaving breath before continuing. “I can’t- I-I ca-c-can’t.”

Rapidly increasing heart rate. Hyperventilation. Trembling muscles. “Panic attack,” he said more to himself than Y/n. Focusing back on his sister, he grabbed her hands in his and spoke again, “Y/n, look at me. Look at me, and breathe. Please, sweetheart? Can you do that for me?”

Sweetheart, Y/n thought. It felt like ages since Matt used one of his nicknames for her. She turned her teary eyes up to meet her brother’s blind gaze. She knew if he could, he’d be staring straight into her own eyes right now. 

She nodded. Matt gently squeezed her hands once in praise and continued, “That’s my girl. Do you remember what we used to do when you were younger? The breathing technique?” Another nod. “Good. When I squeeze your hands, you breathe in, even if they’re short breaths that’s ok. Then when I let go, you breathe out. Ready?” Nod. 

Squeeze, broken breaths in, let go, sobs forcing air out. Squeeze, shuttered air in, let go, gasping breath out. 

This happened a few more times before Y/n finally started breathing easier. It didn’t stop the tears from flowing, however. Tired of her own anger, Y/n collapsed into Matt, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. She let him pull her onto his lap like he did when she was little and she took comfort in his own arms winding around her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder as she cried. Matt held her tight with one arm while his other hand ran through her hair. 

“I got you,” he whispered. “I’m here, Y/n/n. I’m still here.”

“You almost weren’t,” Y/n cried. “And-And there’s no guarantee it won’t happen again.” She sniffled and pulled away enough to see Matt’s face. She ran her thumb under one of the fresher cuts on his face, proving her point. “It’s never going to stop, Matt. I know you’re trying to protect everyone, protect me, protect Foggy and Karen, and that this is important but…I miss you. And I’m afraid of losing you. When you were gone for a couple days I was going crazy. I-I didn’t know what happened. And with what you do, I can only assume the worst. I don’t want to wake up one day and learn you died and I have no one left. I don’t want to be selfish but I can’t help it, Matty,” Y/n sobbed. 

Matt placed his hands delicately on his sister’s face. “Y/n, let me make something very clear to you right now,” he said slowly so she could hear every word. “You. Are not. Selfish. Do you hear me? You are not selfish. If anyone is selfish it’s me, ok? I’ve been wrapped up in all this and while, yes, it is important, nothing is more important to me than you, ok? And I’m an idiot for losing sight of you and for being reckless. I should keep you in mind because I have a responsibility to you and I love you more than anything or anyone.” At this point, Matt had tears in his own eyes. “I really am sorry, Y/n. Can you please give me another chance?”

Y/n nodded, throwing her arms around her brother again. “I love you, Matt.”

Matt wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I love you too, munchkin.”

Y/n let out something between a laugh and a sob at the old nickname and pulled away, wiping her remaining tears away. “I’m too old for nicknames like that,” she chuckled.

Matt raised his brow. “Like hell you are,” he chided. “You’re still my baby sister, you’ll never be too old, bun bun.”

“Oh my gosh, stop,” Y/n said, covering her reddening face.

Heated cheeks. Covering her face. We’re ok.

“Oh, come on honey bunny angel face.” Matt grabbed at her arms to reveal her face.

“Mahatt, stop! You’re so ridiculous,” she giggled, pulling for her hands back.

Matt openly grinned and used his strength to gently throw her over on the bed, earning a squeal, and rolled over to pin her, laughing with her. 

“Are we ok, chipmunk?”

Y/n giggled again. “We’re ok pookie wookie Matty bear.”

Matt laughed and flopped down beside her and turned his face up to the ceiling. Y/n mirrored his actions and held on to Matt’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

A moment of silence passed before Matt spoke, a smile on his face. “Do you remember when we were at the orphanage? How talkative you were even as a child? You would run around during free time from one nun to another, talking their ears off,” he chuckled. “They always said you were like the starlings outside, always chirping and calling and talking to one another.”

Y/n smiled too. “You started calling me ‘starling.’ Finally a non-embarrassing nickname.”

“Hey, I’m your big brother - embarrassing you is part of my job description. But that doesn’t mean I can't be decent every once and awhile…I’ll try harder to do that more now. And be less reckless. I promise.”

Matt couldn’t tell while he was talking but now could hear the softest of snores coming from beside him. Matt’s smile softened and he closed his eyes, leaning his head down to rest against Y/n’s. 

He would do better. For his baby sister.

(Chapter 3) ->

[cloverapple]

hiii! i came across your blog yesterday, and i love your advice. that's why i feel like you would be the best person to ask these questions that I've been having for the longest time (sorry, long read ahead).

I've studied LOA for the past 2 years or so, and even though i have a good understanding of it, there are some things that always trip me up when it comes to shifting.

how do i deal with waking up to the 3d? yes, by assuming that you are in your dr and that you shifted last night. that's the most logical answer. but even though i know that, sometimes it is a lot easier said than done. for example, a few days ago i wanted to manifest shifting by simply deciding i could shift on command and that i am there. i could be 100% sure the day before that it would happen. the whole day, and even a few days after that I'd stay in that state of being a master shifter, and i would feel amazing because of it. but it's like there always comes a point where i wake up to the 3d and i get discouraged (yes, i acknowledge that i am manifesting that reality by saying this, but i finally have to get this off my chest). my thoughts get all messed up and i start spiraling, returning to my previous state. i start questioning myself a bit and feel down. the main reason for that being time.

it took me so so long to figure out this issue about myself. I'd be like: how long is it gonna take? when will it happen? i know i have it in the 4d but when will it appear in the 3d? having it in the 4d isn't enough, i need to have it in the 3d right now. stuff like that. i find it very difficult to formulate my thoughts, but basically I'm in a spiral of:

watching a video/reading a post about LOA/shifting that reminds me of how easy it is -> applying LOA to shifting/any desire in a way that feels good for a few days at most -> starting to question myself after a few days because it hasn't shown up yet in the 3d (which is caused by me forgetting the role the 3d plays and how LOA works) even though i did everything "right" (e.g. letting go of control or the outcome, deciding, not wavering, etc.) -> falling back into a state where i question how i can shift, what i am doing wrong, etc. -> repeat

how can i break out of this cycle?

i think the main problem here is time and in general the 3d.

i know that the 3d is not a measure of my success, only made up of my current assumptions etc. i know that. but it's like i forget it once i step into the state i wanna be in and stay there for an extended period of time.

i always hear people say that "time isn't real" but i still don't really know what that means, how to apply it or how to internalize it. i really need that mental "click" to finally understand it and use that concept in my favor. because my problem is that with manifesting/shifting, after a while i start asking questions about why it's taking so long the 3d. for example, most nights i fall asleep with the assumption that I'll wake up in my dr (while letting go of control and not wavering) the next morning. but when it doesn't happen eventually, i start to question why, because since time comes from consciousness aka me, it should work in my favor.

I'm honestly so lost right now and i would really appreciate some help because I'm spiraling again. I've known about shifting since 2020 but only realized how ridiculously easy it is after joining tumblr this year and yup, i acknowledge that i am desperate to shift, preferably right now. it's not something i admit to anyone or myself because that's basically continuing to tell a story i don't want to experience (a surefire way to fail), but it is unfortunately the truth as of right now.

thank you for reading, i know this was a lot to get through!! (*^^*)

So pause for a second, because I’m going to tell you something I hope to ingrain in the mind of everyone who sends me an ask—and that you need to remember before reading everything I’m about to say:

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO SHIFT. The ability is inside you right now. The moment you read this, your mind already knows how to shift. Everyone does.

The moment you accept this, you solve half of your problems.

And then you tell me, "But if I know how to shift, why isn’t the 3D reflecting that?"

Well, yeah. You painted the house, and now you’re sitting there watching the paint dry.

Look, watching the 3D closely and looking for results isn’t a problem for some people. Some can assume, “I’m already in my DR,” open their eyes, and BAM—they’re in their DR.

Some people assume, “I will shift tonight,” and just like that, they shift that night.

Some people let go of their DRs, stop putting them on a pedestal, and they shift.

Some people clutch their DRs close to their heart until their knuckles turn white—and they shift.

It sounds a lot like you’re forcing yourself into a method of applying the Law of Assumption that doesn’t serve you. Why?? If you recognize that your issue is focusing on time and constantly checking the 3D, work around it. Remove time from your shifting journey.

I don’t like assuming I already have something, then checking the 3D and not seeing it there. Hell, I can shift on command, and yet, if I were to lay in bed right now and tell myself, “I’m in my DR,” I guarantee you I wouldn’t shift. Why? Because that doesn’t work for me.

My dude, change the way you affirm. If affirming in the present (“I already shifted”) doesn’t work for you, change it! Say, “I’m going to shift.” If even that hasn’t been working, let go of implementing time into your affirmations.

Change “I’m going to wake up in my DR in the morning” to “I’m going to wake up in my DR at some point because I KNOW I can shift.”

Change “I’m in my DR right now” to “I can’t wait to be in my DR.”

Remove time from your affirmations and assumptions, because that’s clearly the problem here. Instead of trusting that you’ll shift tonight, trust yourself because you already know how to shift. Or trust your mind because it knows how to shift. Trust your awareness because it knows how to shift.

“I fall asleep with the assumption that I'll wake up in my DR (while letting go of control and not wavering) the next morning.”

If this were completely true, you wouldn’t be sending me this ask. You wouldn’t be doubting yourself as much as you just did in everything you typed. Truly letting go means releasing the need to see results in the 3D.

So, take time out of your assumptions. From now on, say “I will shift.” Or say, “I already know how to shift.”

Your brain then goes: “……???….uh….” looking at the 3D all confused “When? We haven't shifted!”

And you tell it, “It doesn’t fucking matter because I’m going to shift eventually.”

Now, let’s say hypothetically, one week passes and you haven’t shifted. One month passes, and you haven’t shifted. Two months pass, and you haven’t shifted.

And then you come back and say, “Clover, why the heck haven’t I shifted yet? It’s been (insert amount of time). You told me to remove time as an expectation, so why haven’t I shifted yet??”

And I’ll smile at you and ask, “So you’ve been counting the days?”

Let me tell you something about letting go—and hypothetically, ignoring the 3D.

Treat your ability to shift like your fortune. You have a fortune sitting in your bank account right now, and you’re rich. Do you think a rich person checks their bank account every hour to confirm they’re still rich?

"Well yeah, Clover, because a rich person’s reality already reflects that, they’re sitting in a mansion with all their riches."

Your fortune, what makes you rich, is your ability to shift. You already know how to shift. Shifting isn’t something you learn how to do, just like breathing isn’t something you learn how to do. Just like chewing isn’t something you learn how to do. It is an integral part of every human being. If you have awareness, then the ability to shift exists within you.

You don’t learn shifting—you learn yourself.

You learn what makes you shift. What makes you manifest easily. What makes you assume easily. What kind of affirmations your subconscious doesn’t argue against. What makes your self-concept skyrocket.

Because everyone is different, everyone shifts differently. What works for Person A might not work for Person B. What works for Person B might not work for Person C, and so on.

Even my reply to you, it might not resonate with you. But that’s not my fault, and it’s not yours. If that's the case, your job is to look elsewhere—and, in the best-case scenario, look internally because that’s where the answers always are.

Let’s go over your fix options because I just yapped a lot:

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO SHIFT.

Remove time from your affirmations and assumptions. Removing time from your shifting process makes it so you have nowhere in the 3D to look.

Stop paying attention to the 3D and pay attention to yourself because what’s going to shift is your awareness, not the damn 3D. Every time you catch yourself thinking, “Oh, but it’s not showing up in the 3D,” remind yourself:

A) You already know how to shift.

B) Shifting is something you can do.

C) It could happen at any moment, so why should anything else matter?

If you were promised a million bucks from a 100% trustworthy source, would you spiral?

One more thing before I wrap this up:

It could be that actively using the Law of Assumption isn’t what works best for you. Maybe you work better with visualizing. Maybe you induce the feeling of being in your DR or being a "master shifter." Maybe subliminals work better for you. There is a world of options out there, and it is completely useless to force yourself to do something that's only bringing frustration in the end. Because there is no singular way to shift. There is no singular way to manifest. And sometimes—for some people—while the Law of Assumption is always true, focusing on it directly isn’t what serves you.