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deliasbabe · 1 year ago

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I'll Travel Far Beyond the Path of Reason (Take me back to Eden)- Cordelia x reader (Part 1)

You and Cordelia get into a fight and you are attacked by witch hunters. If you couldnt tell by the summary, heavy HEAVY angst.

I've been working on this for over a year and if I don't post it now I'll continue to tweak it until the end of time. Enjoy babes and I'll see you for part 2!

Words: 8.6k

Warnings: Violence, Blood, ANGST, drugging, drug & alcohol use, PTSD

How could you have been so stupid?

It had started off innocently. You had always played the good cop to your supreme’s bad cop. She dispensed the punishment, stern but always loving, and you spared the girls from it as much as possible. It had become sort of a banter between the two of you, the way you would intercept the issues before they ever reached her office door, correcting the situation so well she only ever heard about it months after the fact in hushed whispers. She would always scold you, but there was a hint of a smile only you could see, and she never was mad for long. So, when the girls called you the other night and admitted they messed up, you climbed out of bed and drove across town without a second thought, and without waking your sleeping girlfriend.

You thought it was simple, they snuck out after curfew, went to a party, and drank a bit too much. But when the cops knocked on the coven’s door two days later, your girlfriend was blindsided, and you had learned their little screw up wasn’t so little.

Grand theft auto, to be exact. Seems they had left out the part where they took some asshats car for a joyride and crashed it, but that was after he had been a little too handsy with the youngest and tried to spike her drink. You called it penance, but your girlfriend called it-

“A felony, Y/N.” She spat, “They committed a felony, and you kept it from me.”

“I didn’t know all of the information.” You argued, “All I knew was they snuck out and needed a ride.”

“You still should have told me. I’m responsible for those girls.” Cordelia fumed, “I know I let you get away with it before, but this is too far. What am I supposed to tell their parents? That their own teacher helped them leave the scene of a crime?”

“Once again, Dee,” You lamented, “I didn’t know. They kept that tidbit of information private.”

It was supposed to be date night, the one day a month you could manage to drag your workaholic girlfriend from her office and away from her responsibilities. But she was seething over her glass of red and you couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise, so you quickly came to terms with the fact that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant evening, even if you were at one of the nicest places in town.

“You know that doesn’t matter.” She spit, “They could go to jail.”

“What would you have done if you’d known?” You asked, already knowing the answer, “If I had woken you up, what would you have done? Woken Mallory up so she could reverse time and make sure the whole thing didn’t happen? Magically move the dented pieces back into place? You couldn’t have done anything.”

“Don’t be condescending.” Cordelia growled, “You aren’t supposed to keep secrets from me, that’s not how this works. Especially when it comes to the girls. You should have said something.”

“So you could yell at them for sneaking out? So, when they did it again, they’d be too scared to call?” You asked, Cordelia shaking her head.

“They still lied to you,” She bit, “So your plan seems to have some flaws.”

“They were scared.” You argued, “They knew if they told me everything, I would’ve come to you.”

“You should have come to me regardless.” Cordelia spat, “I’m the headmistress of this academy and your supreme.”

“And I trust you with my life,” You said, “But right now you aren’t really showing your level head.”

And oh boy, if her eyes could shoot daggers, you’d be bleeding out on the floor. She scoffed, her jaw clenching and grinding as she mulled over her response. Normally, she would roll her eyes and grin at the joke, but she simply shook her head and grabbed her things, leaving the restaurant without another word.

“Delia…” You called after her, but she didn’t turn around, and your waitress was on you before you could even think to go after her, “I guess I’ll take the check.”

When you reached the parking lot, your car was gone, and you lolled your head back and let out a frustrated grunt as it started to drizzle. The symbolism wasn’t lost on you, walking across town in the rain only to come back with your tail between your legs. She was putting you through the ringer for this one, and while you couldn’t really blame her, she also wasn’t being completely fair. Not telling her the girls had snuck out was on you, one hundred percent. But you weren’t a mind reader, and you had absolutely no way of knowing the girls weren’t being truthful, you were just as surprised as she was. But still, you knew she needed someone to be angry with, now that the damage was done.

Still, an hour long walk in the now pouring rain seemed a bit excessive. The woman was blessed with the ability to transmutate but still left you stranded just to prove a point. You were lucky you had been in the city long enough to know your way around, especially at night. The choice to avoid the French Quarter added about twenty minutes to your trek, but it was the smarter option, given the string of muggings that seemed to plague the location, although the extra time didn’t help you escape your thoughts.

You and Cordelia had never fought like this. Sure, you bickered, but all it took was one well timed joke and the feeling was fleeting, replaced with poorly hidden smiles and ticklish sides. The arguments were meaningless, spurred on by minor miscommunications or the occasional poorly timed joke, never like this, if anything they were humorous. You knew Cordelia was protective, that she’d do anything for her girls, and you had grown to love her mama-bear tendencies, but she had never turned them on you.

You turned down an empty alley, a shortcut that would spit you out a few houses down from your destination, your desperation to get home overpowering your hatred of tiny, cramped, dimly lit spaces. You walked quickly, looking over your shoulder at every step, terrified that you would turn around and someone would be chasing you with an axe like the movies.

You glanced forward, a few more steps and you would be free, but as soon as you approached the exit, two men stepped into your view, and you stopped on a dime, “Going somewhere, witch?”

Witch Hunters.

Since the coven had gone public, more men were willing to join their ranks, and you turned on your heel and booked it the second they stepped in your direction. You never were a star athlete, though, and soon enough you were being pulled to the ground and restrained. You fought against it, earning a set of knuckles to the left side of your face, and you felt his ring scratch down your cheek as you tasted blood. You felt their hands everywhere, holding you down as three more blows hit, your stomach, the side of your ribs, and another to the face just for good measure. You tried to focus, but complete panic overwhelmed all your senses. You knew how to handle this. Cordelia had worked with you and trained you until you could do it in your sleep, but with the adrenaline pumping and the blood rushing through your ears you couldn’t seem to remember it at all, all you knew was that you had to get home to Cordelia to warn her, you couldn’t keep something from her again.

Somewhere in the haze you caught a flash of silver, a searing pain, and then the hands were gone. You didn’t remember pulling yourself up, but as you were dragging yourself back towards the house, you did remember having to dislodge your feet from under the dead bodies. It hurt to breathe, to stand, to move, but you mustered up what energy you could as you pulled yourself up the steps of the academy, wiping at your face as you spotted your car in the driveway, only for your hand to be covered in blood.

Your vision grew hazy as you reached for the doorknob, and you clumsily felt around till you were met with the cold, metal object, unable to trust your own eyes. You pressed your weight into the door, practically falling through and barely catching yourself on the entryway table. You spotted your lover in the kitchen, her back to you as you attempted to right yourself, “Dee…”

“I’m not talking to you.” She said shortly, shaking her head.

You lost your balance once more, falling into the wall this time. “No, Delia…” You tried again, your voice sounding strangled.

At the drop in your tone Cordelia was alarmed, shoulders squaring as she whipped her head around to meet your eyes. You didn’t think it was all that bad until you saw her expression, the way her eyes bugged out in horror, mouth gapping as she traced your form up and down, before her eyes landed on your stomach. You followed her gaze only to see a knife, and suddenly you were falling down, down, down.

You were pulsing in and out of consciousness, the world turning into a stop motion film. You saw her moving towards you, then she was on top of you, mouth forming around words and phrases you couldn’t seem to comprehend.

“What… Can you… Hold on… Stay with…”

You felt hands, first two on your face, tracing your cheekbone and calming you down. Then, you felt them everywhere, lifting you, and you fought against them with whatever strength you had left, deep laughs invading your mind as you felt those hands grip tighter and tighter. But then the rest of the hands were gone and there were those hands again, on your face and so soft, shushing you and lulling you into some limbo you didn’t know if you ever wanted to reach, running through your hair and grabbing your hand as you finally let the dark win.

“Just let it happen.”

Murmurs of familiar voices drew you into some semblance of consciousness. You couldn’t identify who was speaking, and for whatever reason, your eyelids felt like lead, unable to let even a sliver of light in.

But you could hear, the rustle of hair brushing against fabric, the tap of shoes.

“Not now.”

“You need to eat; it’s been two days.”

Then, a tone you recognized, still pleasant, but just enough bite to get the point across.

“I said not now.”

You tried to wiggle your fingers, flex your hands, show any sign of life, but there was some sort of disconnect between your body and mind, and it drove you nuts. Were you dead?

At the sound of the voice again, you wanted to reach out, to provide some comfort, but you couldn’t, and it made you want to scream. You were always claustrophobic, but this was a million times worse. You could feel your panic rising, the heat in your body constricting your lungs until you felt like you were suffocating. You heard a sound you couldn’t recognize, then the shuffling of feet.

“What’s going on?”

Then that voice, high pitched and panicked, “I don’t know.”

“Is she in pain? Do I need to get Mallory?”

That name, you knew that name, but why?

There was a pinch, then every nerve in your body was searing before going numb, the voices fading as you were desperately trying to claw your way back, losing your grip and falling into nothing once again.

When your eyes opened, the light blinded you and made your head throb, forcing you to shut them again. Slowly, you cracked one open at a time, trying to make sense of your surroundings. There were a pair of heels discarded by the bed, and the steady pounding of footsteps, one right after the other, a pause, and one right after the other again. You tried to lift your gaze up, only to be met with the glaring reflection of the sun rays in the mirror, and you shut your eyes and burrowed deeper under the covers. The footsteps stopped at the sound, stuttering against the hardwood, only to pick back up a moment later.

You cracked open one eye and looked down at the end of the bed, your girlfriend traversing the length of her bedroom, arms crossed, and a red thumbnail pinched between her teeth as she stared at the floor. You watched her for a moment, hair mused and lipstick smudged, wearing your favorite dress, and it almost brought a smile to your face, but then she turned around and you saw the dark maroon stain and everything came rushing back as your eyes snapped open.

She hadn’t changed, hadn’t washed her hands. The shoes discarded by your bed were the ones she was wearing, probably chucked to the side once the pain of the pacing had become too much to bear. You bit back tears, swallowed down the terror, and tried to speak, but your throat was dry and hoarse from the screaming. Your mouth moved over empty words, trying again and again until something finally fell out.

“You need to eat.”

Her gaze met yours, hands falling to her sides, but just as quickly as the relief had come, it was replaced by something haunted. She stepped towards you, arms reaching for you, then falling, then reaching again, until she settled on grabbing the sheets next to you, fingers fidgeting in the cotton. She met your eyes, looked away, looked back again, before choosing to stare at the headboard, “How are you feeling?”

You went with a joke, hoping to ease her discomfort, “Like I got stabbed.”

There was no laugh, no smile, not even a twitch at the corners of her mouth. You reached for her hand, rubbing your thumb along the back, but she pulled it away, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress as she stepped back. “I’ll get you some water.”

“Delia…” You called after her, images racing through your mind of the last time she left you alone, causing your heart to bang in your chest, but she was already out the door, her feet tapping on the stairs, growing quieter with each passing second.

When she finally returned, it felt like an eternity had passed. She handed you the glass without even sparing you a glance, searching the room for a moment before she returned to your side with full hands. The glass between your lips was quickly replaced by a thermometer, a blood pressure cuff slipped up your arm and squeezing as you whined in protest.

“Shh,” She chided you, her voice absent of any of the warmth that used to feel like coming home, “Your blood pressure is still elevated.”

“You need to eat.” You said again, only for her to ignore you, so you settled for questions, anything to make her actually talk to you. “How long was I out for?”

She glanced up at you, looking perplexed for a moment before shaking her head and refocusing on the task at hand. “Four days.” She finally said, her hands reaching for the nightstand and coming back with a vial.

“Is everyone ok?” You asked, watching her draw the liquid from the vial up into a syringe.

“The girls are fine.” She answered, too focused on checking for air bubbles to even spare you a glance. Something was wrong, you felt it in your bones, but she ducked and weaved through every emotion.

“Are you ok?” You asked, reaching for her but coming up short as she stepped back.

She looked at you then, eyes hazy as she shook her head, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” You challenged, only for her to glare at you.

“You need rest.” She said, her eyes leaving yours once more, lifting your blanket and repositioning your leg, “You’re still healing.”

You felt tears burning behind your eyes, the fear still lingering that if you dared to sleep, you wouldn’t wake up. “I want to talk to you.” You said, trying to ignore the way your voice cracked as you grabbed her arm, halting her movements.

Her face fractured then, but only slightly, and you swore you heard her sniffle back tears. You thought you had her, but then she was reaching and prying your fingers off of her, the alcohol wipe drying your skin and burning your nostrils. “You can,” She murmured, shaking her head once more, “After you rest.”

You shook your head as she uncapped the needle, trying to wriggle out of her grasp, but within moments you were frozen in place, the needle pinching your skin and warmth quickly spreading through your veins, making your body go limp and your eyes droop. “But…” You began, fighting to keep your eyes open, your mouth moving. She shushed you, bringing her hands to your face and pressing her lips to your forehead, but you knew it was only to placate you, to give you a sliver of hope that everything was alright.

Over the next few days, you barely saw her, despite being stationed in her bedroom. The girls came and kept you company, but every time you would ask about Cordelia, they would dance around the subject, sharing glances you couldn’t quite understand and making some excuse about paperwork before changing the subject entirely. They did their best to keep your spirits up, but they knew they weren’t who you wanted, and you tried to ignore the pitiful looks they threw in your direction when they thought you couldn’t see them.

The only time you saw her was when she was administering your medication, coming up with every excuse to not be able to stay during the day. She promised you more time in the evening, only to knock you out the moment you dared to ask about anything outside of the weather.

She wasn’t sleeping, you knew this because you lived in her bed and she wasn’t in it. That, and you had spent enough time studying her face over the past week that you noticed the bags under her eyes becoming darker and darker. She had finally changed her clothes, but you didn’t know how, given that she avoided you for a majority of the day. Maybe she was grabbing them after she forced you into unconsciousness, or maybe she stockpiled them in her office. You grew to hate the sunset, the orange haze making your skin crawl at the thought of what was to come. You felt violated from being forced into submission, and as the days dragged on, you couldn’t help but feel the fear that lodged itself in your throat every time she would appear.

A week in, you broke, curled into a ball with tears streaming down your face as you begged, but she just reached for the vial once again, murmuring something about how your body needed rest, always more rest. She reached to stabilize you and you retreated, pulling your legs close to your body and pushing further and further up the bed every time she would bridge the gap, almost knocking yourself to the floor in the process.

Cordelia didn’t understand, brow pinched together as you begged, “Please, just talk to me.” She shook her head imperceptibly, eyes blank as she reached for you again, and you shrieked, launching yourself off the bed and onto the floor, “No!”

Cordelia stared at you in shock, her eyes scanning your face for some semblance of reason, but you weren’t even looking at her, eyes trained on the syringe as your face contorted in fear. She followed your line of sight, then looked back at you, her stoic expression splintering as the realization dawned on her. The syringe clattered to the floor, and you finally tore your eyes away, staring back at her with that same terrified expression as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” She choked, shaking her head as she forced herself to look away, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I can’t do this.”

You didn’t say anything as she walked out, couldn’t bring yourself to stop her, and as you sat on the floor and waited for someone to find you, you finally came to terms with your new reality, with the idea that even if you wanted it to, things would never be the same. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, but eventually Mallory picked you up from the floor and got you back into bed, foregoing your nightly medication. As the night drew on with no sleep in sight, you found you craved it, at least it was peaceful, unlike the war raging in your mind.

Something changed that day. The oblivion you once fought tooth and nail to stay out of had become your safe haven. By the time Mallory had visited you the next morning, you had demanded it, morning, noon, and night. You didn’t see Cordelia once in the week that followed, although with how much you were sleeping, you wouldn’t have noticed even if she had payed you a visit, although you doubted she did. Your supreme had always prided herself on her communication, but you knew her well enough to know that when it came to the hard things, it was the first to go. You didn’t know what you would say if she did decide to talk to you, didn’t know if there was anything to say.

Once they were sure you could manage to get around on your own, they let you return to your room, forcing you back into reality and removing every coping mechanism you had. You kept to yourself for the first few days, downing Benadryl like it was water and sleeping through most of the day. On the third day, you managed to stumble down for dinner, only for the seat at the head of the table to remain empty the entire time. The girls were all thrilled to see you, talking your ear off about all the things you had missed, but in your haze you could barely pay attention.

From the little you did hear, it seemed your supreme had found a way to solve your dilemma, convincing the man to change his story and drop the charges in exchange for a brand new, much nicer car. A quick and dirty fix that was so unlike her, you had to wonder what state she was in when she gave the green light. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that what was done was done, but when you went back to your room it was all you could think about, staring at the ceiling for as long as you could manage before you were reaching for the Benadryl once again.

You ran out on day four, and with it, so did your patience. You had cried and wallowed and overthought for weeks on end, an endless pit that did nothing but drag you down. You couldn’t live that way anymore, so you left your room, taking up residence in the common area and hoping the chatter would keep you grounded. You talked and laughed with the girls, but no matter how hard you tried, it all felt forced, a failed distraction from the emptiness that took up residence inside your chest. The harder you pushed, the worse it felt, and by the time dinner rolled around, you had reached some fucked-up form of acceptance, resigning to the fact that you probably wouldn’t ever feel whole again.

You saw her then, at the head of the table, talking quietly with some of the younger girls, and you forced yourself to keep your head down, pushing at your food, afraid that if she met your eyes, she would bolt again. It didn’t matter, she didn’t look in your direction once, not even when your youngest student, Lottie, called your name and asked you both to watch an incantation she had just learned, or as she called it, “A magic trick”. Despite the tightness in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile at the innocence there, the way everything was still so new to her and full of wonder. You wished you still had that, like you had when you first came to the academy, before you learned of the consequences.

Cordelia was the first to leave the table, and the tension was palpable. You could feel everyone’s eyes drift to you, only to look away without a word. You grabbed your dish and headed towards the kitchen, depositing your untouched dinner in the trash and your plate in the sink.

“Well look who’s back to the land of the living.” You heard Madison call out from behind you, turning to face her. Madison was never one to beat around the bush, and you waited for the question to cut you like a knife, “Did you and Foxxy break up?”

You ground your teeth, jaw muscles flexing and releasing as you contemplated your answer, only to be hit with a punch to the gut when you realized you didn’t have one. You thought you had accepted it, whatever it was, but your eyes were glassy against your own volition, stomach twisting into knots as you spit out, “I don’t know.”

Madison’s smirk fell, the prideful look in her eyes replaced with something you couldn’t read. She didn’t push like you expected, she just nodded, and that was all you needed for your world to crack open, any strength you had left spilling out and vanishing. You grabbed your shoes and keys, heading for the door as they called out for you, saying you couldn’t leave, you weren’t strong enough yet, you could get hurt, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t care if your stitches ripped and you bled out in the middle of nowhere. You didn’t care if you were hit by oncoming traffic and left to die by the side of the road. You didn’t care if you fell off a cliff and they had to fish your body out of the river. Everything, your entire life, your entire world, was gone. There was nothing left for you, it was taken, and you didn’t care what happened next.

You arrived at the swamp with nothing but a bottle of whiskey. Misty had taken you out there once to gather mud, told you how sometimes it was the only place she could go to clear her head, her sanctuary, and you thought it might help, but as you downed the bottle and laid on her bed, you couldn’t help but feel like you were desecrating sacred land. You didn’t know how people did this, how they just kept going and moved on no matter what horrors they faced. You laid down and stared at the stars and cursed the world for spinning, for time moving, because you hadn’t moved in weeks. No matter what you tried, you were still trapped in that alley, in that bed, and nothing could pull you out of it.

Well, something could, or someone, maybe, if they tried, but even that wasn’t a sure thing. You would be an idiot if you didn’t acknowledge that this was more than just an issue with Cordelia, that even if you did talk, even if you did work it out, it wouldn’t fix everything.

But at least you wouldn’t feel so alone.

When you walked through the doors three days later, she was talking with a student at the foot of the stairs, her head raising involuntarily at the sound and her eyes locking with yours. You looked away quickly, leaving your muddy shoes by the door and depositing your keys on the counter, and by the time you went to head up the stairs to shower, she was gone.

She didn’t come to dinner that night, nor the night after, and despite the girls knowing enough to not ask questions, you could hear the faint whispers when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Lottie, however, wasn’t privy to this social knowledge, and she told you everything. Apparently, the three days you were gone was the most time that anyone had seen the supreme in a month. She was back to her usual self, she even started teaching classes again, but the second you came back, she disappeared once more.

You booked a ticket home that night for the following week, quietly packing your things over the course of the next few days. You didn’t know what the future for you held, but you did know you wouldn’t find any closure here, and you weren’t willing to continue subjecting the girls to whatever this was. It was too much, and you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to get out.

You did your best to avoid telling the girls, not wanting to cause yet another spectacle for them to gawk at, but they seemed to figure it out anyways, and you weren’t sure how. They asked questions about your return, you did your best to dodge them, and for a few days it worked, until the older girls cornered you two days before you were set to leave.

“When are you coming back?” Zoe asked, trying to be delicate as she rephrased the question for the 50th time.

You sighed, “I told you, I don’t know. This isn’t as big of a deal as you guys are making it out to be. I just have some things to take care of.”

“Cut the shit, bitch.” Madison sneered, rolling her eyes, “We’ve all seen the way you and our dear supreme have been skulking around. Are you coming back or not?”

You didn’t want to tell them the truth, knowing if you did then Cordelia was sure to find out about it. You didn’t know what would hurt worse, knowing you left and didn’t give her a chance to fix it, or her finding out and doing nothing. But these were your friends, and despite wanting to have control over the situation, wanting to have the chance to break your own heart, you couldn’t lie to them. “I don’t know.” You finally said, “I don’t think so.”

Madison stared at Zoe with a raised brow, the two having a seemingly silent conversation over your head, but Zoe simply nodded and smiled at you, “Ok, that’s all we needed to know.”

They helped you pack, spent every meal with you, and even slept in your room, wanting to see you as much as possible before you left. It was a little strange to you, but you didn’t necessarily mind it, especially once you realized that the more time they spent with you, the less time they had to talk to Cordelia. They planned a movie night send off for you, gathering all the girls in the living room and handing out popcorn and snacks. After the first movie, you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Madison calling out for you.

“I left a twelve pack of coke in the greenhouse,” She yelled, “Can you go grab it? We’re almost out and I’m too lazy to get up.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, shaking your head as you wandered out toward the greenhouse, smiling to yourself for the first time in weeks. With the way the day had gone, it had almost made you feel guilty for leaving, almost made you change your mind, but the second you stepped through the greenhouse door, a familiar pair of eyes reminded you exactly why you were going.

When she glanced up at your smiling face you swore you saw a flash of happiness, but it was gone in a moment, replaced with that same look that had been haunting you for weeks, like you were intruding on something, but you still hadn’t figured out what. You felt your cheeks catch fire as you cleared your throat, not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable than it had to be, “Sorry, I just need to grab something, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Cordelia nodded, eyebrows furrowing as she glanced back down, and you felt your nerves prickle beneath your skin, anger swirling in your gut at her display of confusion, like she was clueless.

Still, you didn’t want to cause a scene, didn’t need the added weight to carry with you, so you bit your tongue, heading towards the opposite side of the greenhouse once you spotted the red cardboard. You walked back towards the door with your head down, trying to leave the situation as quickly as possible, hand on the knob and pulling, only for the door to not budge, smacking your head on the glass. You stepped back, grabbing the knob and tugging again, but the door still wouldn’t move. You stood there awkwardly for a moment, not wanting to ask for help with something as simple as opening a door, but when you heard the blades of grass shuffle and the hushed whispers, you audibly groaned.

Cordelia glanced up, but only momentarily, “Is there something wrong?”

You sighed, “The door won’t open.”

You glanced back right as Cordelia looked up, her tone airy in that slight tell of annoyance, “Just open it.”

You glared back at her, “You try it then.”

She shook her head, “Just unlock it.”

“I can’t.” You huffed, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

Cordelia sighed, “I meant…”

“I know what you meant.” You shot back, obviously annoyed. You were doing your best to keep it together, to act cordial, but it was difficult when Cordelia was treating you like a first-year student. “I can’t. My powers have been…” You explained, biting down on a sigh, “Temperamental, lately.”

That seemed to peak the supreme’s interest, her head tilting as she took a step towards you, “Temperamental as in you’re going to rip the door off its hinges?”

You huffed, choosing to stare anywhere else that wasn’t her, “Temperamental as in they don’t work.”

You didn’t think much of it when you heard her start to walk closer, knowing she wanted this conversation to be over just as badly as you did and was probably looking for a way to get you out of there. You didn’t expect to feel her cold fingertips graze your stomach, finding the hem of your shirt and tugging up as you whipped your head towards her, instantly batting her hands away. She glared at you, reaching for the hem once again with one hand, “We might not have gotten all the silver out.”

You grabbed her wrist, halting her movements, and glared back, “I seriously doubt that’s the issue.”

She sighed, pulling her wrist from your hand as she stood up straight, and you swear you saw her roll her eyes, walking towards the locked door and focusing. You could hear the lock click, but when Cordelia went to turn the knob, it wouldn’t move. She tried again, jiggling the knob in case it was stuck, but it still wouldn’t budge, so she resorted to yanking, only to hear Madison call out, “We enchanted the locks, bitch!”

Cordelia stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before you heard her also groan, and you couldn’t help but snicker at her frustration, at realizing what you had already known. She turned briefly towards the sound, before sighing and returning to her workstation and resuming whatever she was doing.

At some point, you started pacing the length of the room, arms crossed as you waited for the girls to give up, knowing they likely were standing outside and listening to the whole thing. You didn’t know how long it went on for, but your patience was growing thin and your steps were becoming firm, stomping back and forth, back and forth.

“What are you doing?” Cordelia finally sighed, glancing up with her jaw pitched forward, another tell of annoyance.

“Contemplating murder.” You sassed, Cordelia shaking her head as she tried to focus.

“Could you stop?” She asked in that same airy tone, “You’re distracting.”

You chuckled darkly, “What are you going to do? Knock me out again?”

She rested her hands on the table, her face unimpressed and her tone painfully even, “You needed the rest.”

Another snide laugh fell from your lips as you turned on your heel, still pacing as you mumbled, “Don’t tell me what I fucking needed.”

“You were seriously injured…” Cordelia sighed, like she was scolding a child.

You whipped back towards her, eyes blazing as you bit, “I needed you.”

“I was there.” Cordelia said, shaking her head for what felt like the millionth time.

“No, you weren’t.” You shot back as the supreme sighed.

“I’m sorry if I offended you or hurt you…” She began, but you couldn’t stand to hear it.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Cordelia.” You interjected, Cordelia throwing up her hands.

“What do you want me to say?” She asked, like you were being unreasonable.

You stood your ground, digging your heels in as you fired back, “Something that doesn’t sound like you’re reading from a script would be nice.”

“I’m not!” She yelled, throwing her head back as you resumed pacing once again, trying desperately to keep yourself in check so you wouldn’t explode.

She watched you pace, back and forth, back and forth, waiting for what she knew was coming, what she couldn’t avoid. It took you longer than she expected, a million questions pilling up on the tip of your tongue, one after the other until they all started to slide out like an avalanche.

“Are you still pissed off at me? Is that what this is?”

“No, I’m not.”

You turned on your heel, staring at her once again, your tone exasperated and snappy, “Then what the hell is it? Because you can barely stand to look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

“No, you aren’t.” You shot back, “You haven’t for weeks, you haven’t talked to me…”

Cordelia sighed, asking again, “What do you want me to say?”

“Something.” You spit out, your volume increasing, “Anything!”

You stared at her for a moment, waiting, but she just stared back, mouth gaping like she couldn’t even begin to fathom how you both got into this situation. You turned away again, biting down on a scream of frustration and resisting the urge to bang your head against the wall until you knocked yourself out. You didn’t know if you wanted to burn the place down or burst into tears, but you could feel the pressure building in your chest, and you were terrified of the outcome. The words fell out of your mouth before you had the time to register them, “Is it because I failed?”

You could hear the confusion in her tone, “What?”

You swallowed down the tears that threatened to fall, cursing yourself as you turned to face her, “I failed. You taught me how to deal with witch hunters. We went over it time and time again, and I still couldn’t…”

She couldn’t stand the sight of your watery eyes, training her gaze on the table as she croaked out, “No, god no…”

“Then what is it?” You asked again, whatever fight you had left in you disappearing, “Because I’ve been wracking my brain for weeks now, looking for some kind of reason...”

You watched her crack, just a bit, nose twitching against the ghost of tears as she shook her head and stuttered, “It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault. It’s…”

She stopped and shook her head, bracing herself on the desk as her chest heaved. You gave her a moment, not wanting to screw anything up when you were so close to getting the answers you had been searching so desperately for, but when she didn’t move to continue, you prompted her, “It’s?”

She looked up at you then, really looked at you, with tears in her eyes, moments away from spilling over, and you stepped toward her on instinct. She looked back down, clearing her throat as she tried to right herself, “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

You stepped toward her again, not sure you heard her right, “What?”

“It’s my fault you got hurt.” She clarified, and you shook your head, unable to speak, but she silenced you regardless, “I took the car, I made you walk home. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and you had to pay the price.” You shook your head, still unable to find your voice, but then you heard hers, weak and broken, “And I can’t ever express to you how sorry I am for that.”

“You didn’t know…” You squeaked, “You couldn’t know…”

She shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. It’s my job to protect my girls, all my girls, and I failed. I failed to protect you.”

“You- You saved me.” You stuttered, and the supreme shook her head.

“I fixed the damage I caused.” She sneered, but you knew her tone wasn’t directed at you.

“Delia...” You tried, taking another step towards her, but she held out her hand.

“If I can’t prioritize the safety of the girls over my own emotions, I’m no better than my mother.” She spit between gritted teeth, looking away to wipe at a tear once she saw your hurt expression.

You shook your head, “You could never be your mother.”

She shook her head, but didn’t respond, so you stepped forward, closing the gap between you and reaching for her, but she pushed you away, and that’s when it hit you.

She wasn’t trying to hurt you, she wasn’t punishing you, she was punishing herself. All this time you had been flipping your brain inside out, trying to find the meaning behind every look, every blank expression. But she wasn’t looking at you in disgust, she was in pain.

But the way she was looking at you now, you knew that look, had seen it time and time again, when she wanted something but couldn’t bring herself to ask for it, so you did. “Delia? Kiss me? Please?”

The look morphed as her brows pinched together, her eyes going dim as she shook her head. You begged and pleaded, wanting nothing more than for that look to return, for her to touch you and hold you and for everything to be ok again, but she wouldn’t relent. As soon as you started pleading, she stepped back and looked away, unable to bear the sight of you.

Something finally snapped, and everything you had been pushing away for the past month came rushing in like a tidal wave. You felt it buzzing in your chest, creeping up and up and up, spreading out to your limbs and making your entire body burn. You stalked towards the door, tugging on it again and again and again, bracing your feet on the walls and putting your whole body weight behind it. You looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care.

At some point, Cordelia must have turned around, watching you struggle for a moment before she finally spoke, “It won’t open.”

“I don’t care.” You seethed, “It needs to.”

You settled for sitting on the ground, bracing yourself against a table and kicking with your feet, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” You spat, punctuating each word with a kick. When that didn’t seem to work, you settled for throwing your entire body against the door, hoping if you couldn’t break the lock, then you could at least crack the doorframe.

“You are still healing.” Cordelia said, walking towards you and reaching, but you batted her away, “You shouldn’t be doing any strenuous activity for at least another two weeks.”

You finally stopped, your body vibrating as you stared Cordelia down, “I don’t care. I have a plane to catch tomorrow.” Her brow furrowed, and you turned back towards the door, banging on it with your fists, “I have things to do!”

“Where are you going?” Cordelia asked, arms crossing.

You turned back towards her, throwing up your hands, “Home, Cordelia. Where else would I go?”

You watched her face contort, watched the hurt flash across her eyes, and you couldn’t stand it, “Don’t look at me like that.”

Cordelia scoffed, beginning to grow defensive, “Didn’t you want me to look at you?”

“Not like that.” You bit, “You don’t get to look at me like that, like I’m hurting you. Not after what you did.”

“According to you, I didn’t do anything.” She snapped, and you knew she was baiting you now.

“Exactly. You did nothing.” You spit between gritted teeth, whipping around and punching the door as hard as you could.

“You’re bleeding.” Cordelia stated, staring at the smear of blood on the door, then glancing at your busted knuckles.

“Good.” You bit, punching the door again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stop.” She called out sternly, but you were too far gone to listen, hitting, scratching, clawing, and kicking the door repeatedly as you lost it completely, “Stop!”

“I need to get out of here.” You huffed, “I need to go home.”

Your face smacked against the door as you slammed against it with your shoulder, tasting blood as you swallowed down the tears that were forming. Memories ripped through your mind in quick succession, a blow to your face, a kick to your ribs, and then the room constricted in time with your lungs, the walls moving closer, and closer.

You started screaming at some point, you felt it, but you could barely make it out in between the gaps in your heartbeat that was pulsing in your ears. You threw yourself against the door, harder and harder as the tears flowed in lava rivers down your face. Cordelia reached for you, shushing you and grabbing the empty space as you pulled away, screaming about home, how you needed to go home, get on a plane and never come back. How she hurt you and she didn’t care, she never cared, how all of this was a mistake, how you were a mistake.

You felt her hands grab you quickly, spinning you around before you could push her away, and then her lips were on yours and she was kissing you hard, hands pushing and pulling and grabbing anywhere they could reach, leading you away from the door and bumping into anything in your path. She kissed you like she was starving, teeth clashing and biting, nails scratching and pinching and ripping, but you were the same, and now that you had her, you couldn’t let her go. You let every part of her invade your senses, her wet cheeks pressing against your own, her gritty hands and cold rings and the taste of red wine on her tongue.

You didn’t come up for air until she pushed you against the opposite wall, lungs burning and desperate for oxygen, but even as she pulled back, you leaned forward, not wanting to face whatever came next. Your chests heaved into one another as you both stared wide eyed, and in that split second of nothing it all came crashing down. You watched her, watched her watch you, felt her chest push against you and a sob tear out of her throat, and you followed right behind her, closing your eyes as you braced for her to pull away, leaving you cold and empty once again.

Instead, she rested her forehead against yours, whimpering I’m sorry, I’m so sorry and I love you over and over and over again as she pressed her mouth to yours, pushing air into your lungs and sucking it right back out, her hands on your forearms, anchoring you in place. You held onto her hair like a lifeline, your legs giving out from exhaustion and suddenly you both were falling, but she didn’t let go.

You landed on your knees and collapsed into her, her arms wrapping around you as she pulled you to her chest, her lips pressed to your forehead and fingers carding through your hair as she whispered that same mantra, over and over and over again. You didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know if she knew what she was doing, but with every pull of her fingers it felt like your memories of the past month were being extracted one by one, racing across your vision as the tears gave way to wails of anguish, her own cries increasing in time with yours. You felt it all over again, every ounce of emotion like it was the first time, and you didn’t know how she was doing it, or why.

When it was over, you had nothing left, no tears, no voice, no screams, nothing. You looked up at Cordelia in a daze, but she just smiled sadly back at you. You tried to speak, but your brain was fried, exhaustion quickly taking over your senses. Cordelia looked down at you knowingly, her fingers running down your cheeks as she shushed you, but you shook your head, afraid that if you gave in, you would wake up alone. She shushed you once more, kissing your forehead as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, it’s ok.”

#sarah paulson #ahs #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia foxx x reader

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romanreignseater · 2 years ago

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Just The Three Of Us.

USOs x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Very heavy smut; threesome, double penetration, blowjob, anal play, and a whole lot more. 🤭

“You’ve caught the Usos eyes ever since you joined the main roster and boy… did you love their attention.”

A/N: I got stories man… I GOT STORIES. I have about three fics I’m releasing soon, but I gotta do this one first. Thank you for all your support always ❤️!!

GIF: @r-truth

I loved working for WWE. The fans, the traveling, and my coworkers, specifically two of my coworkers.

I started out as a ring announcer for NXT and soon lived out my dream of being a WWE Superstar. Climbing to the top, becoming your NXT Women’s Champion and even becoming 1/2 of your NXT Women’s Tag Team Champions.

But, my time has finally come to really reach for the stars. I was the first pick in the second round, drafted to SmackDown.

A place I dreaded, yet was the most excited for.

The Usos have been around me since the NXT days. They would come around backstage every now and then in support of their little brother, Solo Sikoa. They constantly flirted with me and teased me, calling me “baby girl”, “ma”, “mama”, or even “princess”. It was really annoying, but I always found myself back in their face.

Being on NXT was great for me as they weren’t always there, but being on SmackDown with them means I’ll have to see them every week.

Great…

“What’s up baby girl?!” My eyes rolled at the sound of a deep voice. Turning around I see tweedle dee and tweedle dum.

Jimmy and Jey Uso. All clad in black, except for their signature white Nikes. Jey’s crop top in full effect and Jimmy’s hat all the way backwards. “Hey Thing 1 and 2.” Laughing at my snide comment, they both begin to approach me. I sat on a crate as they stand on each side of my thighs.

“That ring gear looking’ real good, you did that for us?!” Jey looked me directly in my eyes while Jimmy played with the hem of my shorts.

“As if Uso, what do y’all take me for?!” Crossing my arms over my chest, heaving my breasts up. Their eyes were immediately drawn to my ample cleavage. “I’m pretty sure we take you as ours.” Jimmy’s hand soon grips my hip.

“Are you crazy?! I don’t belong to NO—BODY.”

“Yet, yo ass ain’t moved up off this crate.” Jey’s face inches away from mine as he grazed my inner thigh with his hand. My eyes quickly look back and forth from Jey to Jimmy from Jimmy to Jey.

“You guys are dicks.”

“Yo ass finna be taking and sucking these dicks real soon.” Jimmy laughed at his twin’s plan and grabbed my phone from my hand. As Jimmy was typing something, Jey snuck a kiss behind my ear. “You belong to us, ya understand?!” He pushed back as we looked each other deeply in the eyes.

“Meet us in our room at 11.” Jimmy spoke up. “Let’s go Uce.” He smacked his brother on the chest and they left into the night.

Jesus Christ…

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Another day, another match won, and another step on the ladder climbed. But, throughout that entire match all I could think about was the Usos and their request.

“Meet us in our room at 11.”

My match against Zelina went well, but I was definitely off my game. The Usos were nowhere to be seen after my match and our little encounter. Packing up my gear and makeup for the night, I step outside of the arena in order to get an Uber.

And lo and behold, it’s the Usos.

Camping by a large black Escalade. Jey beckoned me to come over to them, and honestly… how could I say no to that boy?!

“Y’all just gonna keep staring at me or what?!”

They both looked at one another then back to me. “You already what’s about to go down.” Jey said. “It’s 10:15, the hotel is 20 minutes away, and our meeting is at 11. You got some time to put on something nice underneath.” Jimmy careful analysis of the time kind of freaked me out.

“What makes you guys think I’m actually attending this ‘meeting’?!”

Jimmy smiles and looks to his twin. Jey pushes himself away from the door of the Escalade and right by my side.

He circled me like a shark circling his prey. “If you wasn’t gonna attend this ‘meeting’, why you still here talking to us?! Better yet, we was allll up on you earlier and yo’ ass ain’t move from that crate.”

My eyes peered from Jimmy’s smirking face to my white painted toes. I gasped as Jey soon pressed himself up against me. His gruff voice boasted through my ears.

“If you ain’t gonna attend our ‘meeting’, you could either hop in the car or take your ass home. And by the way you still letting me be all up behind you like this… bro you might as well open up that door.”

The backseat door of the Escalade was soon swung open by Jimmy and he directed his hand to the seat.

I looked back at Jey and rolled my eyes. I pushed myself off of him and entered the car. Jimmy closes the door, and through the extremely tinted window I could see them fist bump one another.

They entered the car and we drove off to our hotel. “$100 Bill” by Jay-Z was playing in the background as I stared out of the window, wondering what I’m about to get myself into.

I looked away from the outside and my eyes caught both Jimmy and Jey’s in the mirror.

“Lord give me strength.”

And boy did I need it…

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The boys dropped me off at my hotel room and kissed me on each cheek. As Jimmy walked away, as Jey watched his brother walk away, he gripped my hip and pulled me close.

“I got a little present for you in there. You betta put it ALL on.”

And with that, I was alone again. Entering my room, atop my bed was bag from Savage x Fenty and beside it, a plain taped brown box. In the bag was a high waisted black lace thong set.

Just in my size.

I reached for some scissors and looked to the time as 10:40. “This shit better not take me 20 minutes.”

I gasped as I finally got the box opened. Inside was a pink, glittery butt plug.

These niggas is crazy…

But, so was I.

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I shifted in the elevator alone, glowing with cocoa butter and smelling like vanilla cashmere. Wig secured and tied into a ponytail. A nice pair of jean shorts, a pair of white forces, and my merch shirt. My silk press still maintaining its sleekness, but I doubt that’ll last long.

The elevator dings as I reach the 20th floor, where the Usos were staying. As I reached Room 20-11, I was tempted to run back into my room and hide out forever. Maybe even leave the hotel, and eventually the country.

I looked down to my Apple Watch, 11:00 on the dot my clock struck. Before I could even knock, the doorknob began to jangle. I could overhear arguing. Sooner or later, the door was swung open and there stood Jimmy.

We stared at one another for a moment before Jey revealed himself from behind the door. “Yo ass ain’t even saying nuthin’. Lemme answer the door next time weirdo. Come on baby.”

I brushed past Jimmy and entered their hotel room. I sat on one of their beds and made myself comfortable. They both stood in front of me with smirks on their faces.

“What does this meeting entail exactly?!” I slightly whimpered with nervousness in my heart. The twins became at eye level with, they did their thing again and looked at one another.

“You know exactly what this ‘meeting’ entails.” Jimmy rose from my eyes and pushed me back onto the bed. I got onto my elbows and watched their every move. Jey went to circle me once, but stoped halfway at the edge of the bed were my head was.

I looked as the brothers nodded at one another. Jimmy soon took my legs and spread them open. My vision was obstructed as Jey began kissing me, I could feel my shorts being pulled off of me and heard them fall to the ground.

Jey fondled my breasts and Jimmy massaged my inner thighs. “I knew this thong would look sexy on her.”

Jey paused his passionate kissing and looked up to his brother laid between my legs. “They do look good… now rip em’ off.” Jimmy smirked while laughing and soon my panties were ripped from my body.

“We finna take care of you girl.”

My pussy lips were soon spread open and I flinched as I felt hot air strike my beating clit.

“She going crazy already bro, get in there.” Jey’s words make me shiver as Jimmy soon took a deep dive into my dripping cunt.

My legs tighten around his head, but they were pried open by his younger twin. “Unhh, I can’t it’s too m—uch.” The Usos both laughed as the ministrations just began, and I already felt overstimulated.

Jey smacked my thighs and ordered me to keep them open. As Jimmy twirled his tongue in small, delicate circles back and forth from my hole to clit, Jey began to remove his member from his pants. His entire length sent a shadow over my whole face.

“Oh my god, where’s that gonna go?!”

I rolled my eyes in pleasure as I asked a striking question to Jey.

“It’s gonna go in that pussy later mama, but for right now it’s going in that sweet little mouth.” Jey tapped his length across my cheek and then tapped his drooling tip onto my lips. He gripped the base of his cock and I opened my mouth, waiting for it to enter as Jimmy continued to eat me out.

Lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered at his tip, I opened my mouth wider to slid his length back and forth across my tongue. He stared down at me with such intense eyes. His hips jerking forward slightly as I slid the rest of him in my mouth.

Jimmy tortuously abused my pussy. Jabbing the tip of his tongue between my folds. Pushing his long, thick middle finger inside of me, making me cream all over his single digit as Jey’s cock was still in my mouth. Adding another finger, my wetness flooded his fingers as he thrusted them in and out with ease.

Jey watched my every reaction, my mouth tight and wet, but he needed more.

“Jimmy… baby don’t stop.” I said muffled as I continued to suck Jey’s cock. Jimmy then sucked my pussy lips a little harder, making the sloppiest of sounds with his warm, fat tongue obliterating my slick cunt.

“Let’s switch up.” Jey’s cock left my mouth and he leaped off the bed. Jimmy sent one last kiss to my pussy as Jey laid down on the bed.

“Get on top mama.” I switched from my position from my back to my knees. Jimmy from behind smacked my ass, encouraging me to his brother’s dick. My legs fall spread between both of Jey’s thighs. I grasped his shoulders and awaited his massive cock to enter me.

I heard Jimmy rustling behind me as I made out with Jey, our tongues fighting in a dominate battle. Turning around, my jaw drops as I examine his girthy and veiny length.

“Glad you got that plug, cause I’m finna stretch you out.” Jimmy soon removed my plug and hole began to clench.

“We both finna stretch you out.”

I moaned as Jey’s length entered me through my pussy and I screamed as Jimmy entered my back hole. Feeling immensely stretched, I rested my head against Jey’s shoulder, crying in pleasure and pain.

“It’s gonna go away mama, and it’s gonna fell sooo good.” Jimmy rubbed my head and hair.

Jey began to thrust upward into my cunt, and Jimmy soon followed. Both my cunt and asshole were being pummeled by two large Samoan kings.

What a time to be alive…

Jey’s dick hit the bottom of my pussy, hitting my g-spot perfectly. Rough and hard, abusing my already hurt pussy. And Jimmy was slow and methodical, yet not skipping a beat.

“Oh my GOD, I’m gonna cum…”

“Hold on baby. Wait for us.”

I don’t even know which twin spoke to me as I was lost in far away land. Having my pussy ravaged at nearly midnight.

The grunts of the boys increased my pleasure and made me want to cum even more. “Unhh… cum for us baby, we right there witchu’.” Jey moaned into my ear and placed his hands on my tits, sucking my breasts as if I were breastfeeding him.

Jimmy massaged the other from behind and his strokes became sloppier. “Oh shit, cum for us baby.”

“AHHHHHHHH.” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I came like I’ve never before. The Usos both relaxed as their seed entered both of my holes.

We all sighed out of breath, still with our bodies intertwined.

Jey’s arms were placed behind his head as he watched Jimmy sensually make out with me. Nipping my bottom lip and fighting my tongue.

Jey grabbed my tit and gauged my attention.

“Same time at the next hotel.”

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THE END

Definitely my longest fic I think 😭.

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mcrinmyhead · 7 months ago

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INTRODUCTION

Hiya, my name's Dee or you can call me Dead! instead, cuz that's what my name is in Tumblr. I'm sixteen. I'm an Indian, racists better fck off. I like to draw, sing and write songs and poems. I mainly post my art here and I have two side blogs too, which are @mcrinmyheart (idk what I post there :D) and @shesacomplicatedpoet where... Er, you know it. And when I say "art" I usually draw My Chem, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and a few other bands, but you can always leave a picture in the "Ask me?" box if you really want me to draw something that you like :). Just make sure it isn't something s!utty, cuz my parents like seeing my sketchbook sometimes, haha.

About me...

Name: Dead! / Dee

Age: 16

Pronouns: she/her

Likes: listening to music, art, singing, music bands, food, sleeping (I'm a very eepy person), travelling, reading, etc.

What kind of art do I do? Fanarts mainly.

Dislikes: peanuts (yea I don't like 'em, so if you know me irl and try to feed me peanuts, I'm gonna fcking stab you, you little shit), pedos, homophobic fcks, MSI apologists, basic DNIs, etc.

Am I single? Yes, and that's because I don't want to date anyone. Nvm, I'm taken :]

Music bands/artists I like:

+ twenty one pilots, p!atd, Bring Me The Horizon, Glass Animals, Bad Omens, Sleep Token, etc. I also liked The 1975, The Nbhd, Joji, Driver The Era, Arctic Monkeys and Chase Atlantic before, so I really don't mind if you wanna talk about them too. I'm basically a music addict who has listened to a whole lotta music genres throughout my life. But I'm currently into rock music rn. Yeah, I can't stop talking about music if I start.

My favourites:

Books: Agatha Christie's books, Heartstopper, Five Feet Apart, The Fault in our Stars, Crime/Horror/Mystery books (there are many but I can't remember them), etc.

Movies: anything horror, mystery, crime, sci-fi, Marvel, DC, Star Wars, from the 2000s and 90s, etc. (How do people actually choose a favourite movie??)

Shows: Loki, Heartstopper, Young Royals, Marvel shows, etc. (I literally like all the shows I watch)

Albums: My top 10 rn (June 2024) are like- Three cheers for sweet revenge (my chem), POST HUMAN: NexGen (BMTH), XO (LeATHERMØUTH), The Black Parade (my chem), I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (my chem), Clancy (Tøp), A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park), Danger Days (my chem), Folie a Deux (FOB), and Pretty. Odd. (P!ATD).

Colours: (Bury me in) Black, Blood Red and Lavender.

Where else can you find me?

At home, in my room 95% of the time. Nah, just kidding.

Links:

Spotify

Discord: mcrinmyhead

Tags I use:

My art: #art

Asks: #asks #asks <3

Scroll down for more facts about me...

Or don't. I really don't care.

Fun facts about me ^^:

I'm a really joyful, chaotic, kind, funny and a sweet person! :D (according to my frens)

Until and unless you get me on my nerves. Trust me, That's when I go insane.

If you know me irl, hi... Uh, I know I don't talk much in person but I'm sorry. That's just who I am. But if you want to be my friend, you can start by texting me lol.

I'm a music addict who likes to annoy people by talking about music bands 24/7.

I have an unhealthy obsession over My Chem.

I'm a huge nerd (according to every person in my class) and I like Math and Science (but I don't really talk about it unless you are someone who is into math and science as much as me).

I'm also a sarcastic and sassy person. So if my words ever offend you, I'm so sorry bbg. Deal with it.

I'm a vampire (I have fangs and I will bite you to suck that blood your body holds, RAHHH).

Other than drawing and singing, my hobbies are fangirling, sleeping, reading books, travelling and sometimes even cooking.

I might be surrounded by many people who I call my "friends," but in the end it's just four people who are actually my friends.

I'm mostly an introvert, but I'm an extrovert when I'm with my friend.

I suck at socializing btw.

Yikes, this list is still going on!

But I like to annoy people at the same time.

Wait, does Tumblr have a word limit on a post?

SHALL I TRY REACHING THE WORD LIMIT???

Ah, yeah, I forgot to mention this but I'm a really curious person. I like trying out or experimenting on stuff. It's fun, okay?

I can be smart and an idiot at the same time B)

I write poems but I don't like showing them to others cuz I feel like they're stupid. Any tips on poetry from the poets of Tumblr?

I love cats. Cats or get tf out.

Am I annoying rn?

Idk.

This was fun.

Alright, that's enough fckery for today. Farewell my little kittens <333

So long and good night!

#artists on tumblr #intro post #hiii :3 #introduction

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cas-coding · 2 years ago

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He’s seven when it hits him.

Sam’s pulling at Dean’s pigtails, his new favorite pastime as Dean makes dinner, just a quick box of stovetop mac and cheese for them tonight. Their dad was supposed to be home hours ago, but Dean had learned quickly that John didn’t care about getting home on time, not when he could make a quick detour to the liquor store.

“Deanna!” Sam screams playfully, pulling on a fistful of Dean’s hair, “Deanna, I’m hungry!” The words sting, but Dean’s not really sure why, why he’s been so much angrier at Sam since he picked up the habit of mockingly calling him Deanna, using his full name rather than the cute ‘Dee’ he used to call him.

Ignoring it, Dean sets a bowlful of mac and cheese in front of his little brother, praying it will buy him time as he slips into the bathroom. The door clicks shut softly and Dean’s breathing picks up, heaving in lungful after lungful of air as he looks at himself in the mirror.

He’s got pigtails in his hair, little pink elastics holding the two clumps of hair on top of his head, the bottoms of the pigtails still brushing against his shoulders as he turns his head. His hair is blonde, just like his mom, but he looks in the mirror and he hates it, hates to see a juvenile reflection of his own mother staring back at him.

Walking away from the mirror, Dean sighs and sits down on top of the toilet lid, pretending for one minute that he’s not in some scummy motel room, but that he’s home, that he’s just brushing his teeth before his mom will come tuck him into bed. What would he do then?

His hands find the hem of the skirt he’s wearing, frayed from a year of constant wear. It was easier to have him in skirts all the time, Dean knew that, he was growing so fast that pants wouldn’t fit for more than a couple months. Dad was saving money with Dean, refusing to buy him a solid pair of jeans, but he bought Sam new pants every other month, so why was Dean any different?

Then Dean is tearing at the fabric, ripping a long slit in the skirt before finding another place along the hem and doing the same. This isn’t who he is, it never was, so why is his dad trying to make him something he’s not?

Back when his mom was still alive, when she’d tuck him in at night, she’d press a kiss to his forehead and tell him he was loved. She’d say, “I love you, Deanna. Sleep tight,” and close the door, nightlight flickering away in the corner. He hadn’t had an issue with his name then. He’d wake up in the morning and put on jeans and a t-shirt, run around the neighborhood, climb trees in the backyard. He’d come inside for a PB&J sandwich and his mom would press a kiss to his forehead, muttering softly, “My little tomboy,” before tending to Sam, whispering in turn to him, “My baby boy.” Why didn’t Dean ever get to be his mom’s baby boy?

Soon enough, Dean’s down on his hands and knees, frantically shuffling through the cabinet under the sink, hands digging through his father’s duffel bag. There had to be something there, anything Dean could use. His fingers brush against his dad’s electric shaving razor, grabbing at it as fast as he can.

Dean’s hair falls to the ground in clumps. First the ponytails, the little pink elastic still wrapped around the hair as it sits on the dirty tile floor, then little hairs as Dean runs the electric razor back and forth over his head. Looking in the mirror, a part of him hurts, the last bit of his mother lying on the floor with Dean’s hair, but something inside of him sings despite that hurt; he feels like he’s finally himself.

Sam’s still stuffing his face full of macaroni and cheese when Dean emerges from the bathroom, ignoring his brother to run to their shared room. His hands shuffle around under the bed before he grabs hold of Sam’s travel bag and pulls it into the light. He unzips it carefully, as if it holds some kind of treasure, because it does. Sam’s got two extra pair of jeans, and they’d be short and tight, but Dean could make them fit; he’d just have to steal some of his own sometime, maybe tomorrow if their dad still wasn’t back.

Dean feels like he can’t breathe in Sam’s little jeans, the bottom of them squeezing around his calf, but Sam says nothing as Dean walks back into the kitchen and takes a bowl of mac and cheese for himself. It’s not until they’re both finished with their dinner that Sam speaks at all, pushing his bowl towards Dean and smiling. “All done,” he says, barely taking a breath before adding, “Where’d your pigtails go?”

Swallowing thickly, Dean stands up, taking Sam’s bowl and ignoring the question. He didn’t know how to explain that he hated it, that every time his little brother pulled at his hair he wished he would pull it right off, and so he explains nothing.

“Deanna,” Sam giggles, his happiness contrasting Dean’s disgust, “Why’d you get rid of your pigtails?” God, the kid won’t just drop it, will he?

“Dean,” he snaps, all the anger leaving his body at once, “I’m Dean, Sammy, or at the very least, Dee. Not Deanna.”

The room instantly falls silent and Dean turns to look at Sam, worried he’s going to cry. Dean wasn’t supposed to snap at Sam like that, they both already got enough of it from their dad. Instead of tears, there’s curiosity welling in Sam’s eyes, his head tilted as he repeats it. “Dean,” he says, slowly at first, “Dean, why’d you get rid of your pigtails?”

That question again. Sam was fixated on it, clearly, because what was he supposed to pull on and play with now? The kid loved pulling Dean’s hair, and now that it was short, he wouldn’t be able to. “I didn’t like them,” is the best response Dean can come up with, the selfishness of it sinking into his bones. His brother liked his pigtails, and who was Dean to take that away from Sam?

Giggles snap Dean out of his own head, Sam beaming at Dean as he tries to climb the counter beside him. “Wanna feel your hair,” he explains, and then Dean’s bending down, letting Sam run his hands through Dean’s short cut, smiling as Sam drags his hand across it and laughs. “It’s pokey,” he explains, and Dean runs his own hand through his hair, letting a smile show on his face. “You’re pokey,” Sam adds, and Dean’s almost offended before Sam continues and says, “I like it.”

#not sure if this is good enough to put on ao3 #do we like?#should i write more?#should i make it a series of memories type oneshot?#help me decide.#srsly tell me what to do in rbs #maybe ill rb a poll to go with #dean winchester #sam winchester #trans dean winchester #spn #supernatural #trans #fanfic #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #nick writes #ao3

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isadollie · 5 months ago

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Hi <3

I'd like to request a Haikyū!! matchup with a male character please, if that's okay. And please don't feel rushed to write it, I'm happy waiting until it's a good time for you ❤️

Name: You can call me Dee

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Likes: Anime, manga, video games, bubble tea, coffee, movie nights, rainy and snowy weather.

Dislikes: Rude, selfish or controlling people, horror movies, small spaces, insects socialising (especially in large crowds).

In my free time: I love watching anime and reading manga and I'm a big gamer too. I also love travelling to new places.

Aesthetics I like: Hmm, I'm not sure with this one. I guess maybe normcore? I tend to wear more casual, comfy clothes, I'm not sure what aesthetic that fits into. I also like kawaii aesthetic, but moreso in the items I have than my style, if that makes sense?

Appearance: I'm 5' 2" and I have short hair. For reference, the style is similar to Saeko's, but mine is naturally dark brown, though I like to dye it colours like dark purple or dark red. I also wear round glasses.

Personality: Very shy and quiet. I'm a big introvert, but if I become close to someone and feel comfortable around them, I open up more. I can get quite nervous and stressed out, and I am a perfectionist. I always make it my priority to try and be there as much as possible for the people I care about.

Dream birthday present: I'm really not a materialistic person at all, so I guess my dream birthday gift would be something thoughtful, something that shows the person gifting it knows me well and knows what would make me happy, like manga or merch from an anime / game I like. I hate flashy things and wouldn't want an expensive gift with no thought behind it. It's the thought that counts over the price tag for me.

Love language: Quality time (giving & receiving), acts of service (giving) and physical touch (giving & receiving, but mostly in private, and if in public, then only subtle).

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Thank you so much 🫶🏻

— matchup —

i match you with...

Hinata Shoyo!

★ Shoyo isn't the best at playing games, but would love to try with you! however, would get super upset if he lost, and would secretly ask Kenma to give him a few lessons so that he can beat you next time lol

★ biggest hater of horror movies imo. too scared to watch one. so, he would love the fact that you also don't like them~

★ he loooves your hair!!! please let him choose what color you will dye it next and he'll be soo happy!! will brag to his friends that he chose it lol. bonus points if you let him dye your hair, but that might end in a disaster cause he never did it before

★ i kinda have a feeling he's a physical touch guy, but also only when you guys are alone. Shoyo gets flustered very easily, so pda isn't really his thing

★ he loves your caring nature, and that you're always there for him. whenever he feels like he's not good enough, or when he doesn't do well in practice, he always goes to you. he knows you always support him and won't judge him

★ two perfectionists in the room... oh boy. Hinata also has that aspect about him, especially in volleyball. he always must do better and better and better and it's a never ending cycle; therefore he understands you well

★ he doesn't mind that you're quiet and shy at all! he'll do all the talking if necessary lol

★ he only gives meaningful presents! it's not about the price, it's about the feelings and he knows it~

heyy, i'm so sorry this took so long!!!:(((

i hope you like it anyway:> your 2nd match was nishinoya or kenma!

#anime #matchups #matchup #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo #hinata shoyuo #hinata shouyou #hinata haikyuu #haikyū!!#hq kenma #nishinoya yuu

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heretherebedork · 6 months ago

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I’d love to enjoyed Wandee Goodday fully but I’m disappointed with ignored topics such as Kao’s asexuality - we didn’t get really to see him talking about his crushes, his love life or going on dates and Wandee’s support, father situation - they forgave him too soon and wasn’t it too perfect? You change like that immediately? Without proper talk or time? Ter wasn’t even punished properly, why didn’t they report sexual assault? And putting goofy funny music when Dee was kissed without his permission? Big no from me…

No show is perfect. Ever. Especially when GMMTV is involved. Honestly, this has been a good show for GMMTV, no denials.

It's not perfect.

Kao was a minor character, meant to be Dee's friend and to provide a bit of support and comedy and contrast. His asexuality that made him a fan favorite was not meant to be a big part of the show. Look, I am the first person who wanted him to have a boyfriend but it was very obvious in the show that there was not going to be a tertiary pairing. (Now, to be clear, I wonder if some of that is possibly due to GMMTV's very strong pair branding aesthetic right now and if that's preventing actors from getting pairings that won't lead anywhere for the company but boy howdy do I know nothing about that please don't send me asks about it.)

Yak and Yei's father needed more time. I can see what they were going for but that needed to be a multi-episode arc and we could have skipped over a lot of Ter stuff for it, especially since the show doesn't seem to be focusing on that outside of a lot of those moments and parts were unneeded. It would have been good to see the father return several episodes ago and to get a better feel for his relationship with both his sons, with Cher, with the gym, everything... instead of just one night together. Which didn't add a lot and gave us no room to see the change or to believe that he means anything of what he says.

As for Ter, this is an ongoing issue in BL and just generally, where a man being assaulted is downplayed compared to a woman. Like... it's just a whole thing. Let's be honest here, if Ter was in a MAME romance people would be cheering for him. So... let's not pretend the show isn't just playing into what people have enjoyed in other places. It wasn't well done and it's not right but it is, sadly, common. Other shows are making jokes about being boyfriends automatically meaning consent and laughing about 'no means no but only when I say it, not when you do, hahaha' so... it's just really common and it's frustrating but it's going to be there.

See, you didn't touch on my biggest issue which is that, apparently, Cher is unbothered by Yei lying to him. Like... not even a little? Nothing? No conversation? Not a single word? Nothing? Cher was so desperately trying to get Yei to talk to him and he finds out that not only did Yei lie to him but lost their home and we get... just loving support? Wonderful, so sweet, but nothing? He deserved to at least whack him on the head.

And having Dee literally watch a single video of his parents loving him as an infant and deciding that meant they loved him forever and his trauma was over? Rough. I was hoping it would be something, like, his parents collecting things he had made for them or writing him letters as they traveled or just... anything. But a video of them loving an infant and then, apparently, never interacting with him again? Ever?! Really!?

Look, I love this show deeply. It's a good show. It's fun and it's romcom and I like how the relationship grew and how the characters fell in love and all of that... but it's not perfect. Nothing is perfect. And there's nothing wrong with talking about that. And sometimes the imperfections you notice are the ones that matter to you because you care about the show otherwise and wish it was better.

#asked and answered

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gothicemoowl · 7 months ago

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A Dish Best Served Cold by GothicEmoOwl Chapter 1

Summary:

“Well, what do you propose we do? He won't leave me anything willingly; he hates me almost as much as I hate him.”

“Hmm. Well, this kind of situation is extremely unique; a Goetia has never behaved like this before. But with him ALIVE, we have options. Opportunities. An eternity's a long time, my dear; I say we bide our time, and wait for our chance to... GAIN the upper hand!”

“But, I want him dead so badly!”

“And he will be, in time, my fiery vixen. But, patience first.”

Aka

Takes place after the full moon,

Blitzø and Stolas aren't talking to each other. Both hurt by others' words and actions.

Meanwhile Andrealphus and Stella work together to come up with a plan to gain the upper hand and destroy Stolas's life.

But what happens when Andrealphus likes the Imp more than he thought he would...?

"You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away

You tell me to come over, there's some games you wanna play

I'm walkin' to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone

We're just playin' hide and seek

It's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't wanna play no games

I'm tired of always chasin', chasin' after you

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you."

~Play Date, Melanie Martinez.

{Stolas and Blitzø: The Full Moon}

“Hi-dee ha hoo ha, Stolas! Guess what I got for us?” The imp announced himself as he climbed into the Goetia's bedroom.

“I got lots of fun shit for us to play with tonight!” Blitzø digs through the bag and pulls out a large candle with the words ‘Dankee’ on it. “Like this extra large candle that smells like horny!”

Stolas wants to interrupt but- how does he begin? How does he start?

Blitzø continues to dig and pull stuff out of the bag: “I got- I got whatever, uh, this little guy is, I'm not exactly sure but I'm sure there's some place in your cloaca we can stick it.” He says seductively. “Got a few new harnesses, some fancy blindfolds. Oh! And look at this bad boy!” He pulls out a strange large vibrating toy Stolas can't even look at.

He needs to just say it! Before he is persuaded by Blitzø's tempting seduction again! “Do you.. ahem- Do you have my book, Blitzø?” he asks.

Blitzø’s face drops. “Oh yeah, uh, y-yeah, it's right here.” Blitzø grabs the book from the bag and starts to bring it to Stolas. “I always bring it. Why do you…”

Stolas reaches to take the book from Blitzø. “I... I need it back. Permanently.”

Blitzø was about to hand it to him, but at the word ‘permanently,’ he snaches it back and held it close to his chest. “Wait, H-hold on, Stolas. Come on. Is this because I've taken up skipping a few rounds with you in bed? That ain't fair. You said if I was busy, it was fine, and I was. You have no idea the kind of stuff I had going on. Family drama, paperwork…I have a kid! I wasn't…you gave me that option. Remember?”

“Blitzø…”

“I-I can still hold up my end of the bargain. Alright? L-Let me show you a good time tonight! You know I'm good for it, I'll show you why this is still worth it!” While I'm still worth it goes unsaid as Blitzø starts to seriously panic. “You know I don't disappoint.” He says.

Stolas shakes his head, he takes the book and stands up. “There's no need, dear. I've made up my mind.” Stolas starts to walk over to the bookshelf, and Blitzø follows, desperately to not lose this!

“Stolas, please! I-I need this book, please!...I need this book, Stolas. I will do anything.” He promises.

Stolas grabs something that resembles a ring box and presents it to him. Upon opening it, he reveals a large sparkly gem.

“This is an Asmodean Crystal. It's registered in your name!” The bird exclaims happily.

“A what?”

Stolas explains: “Asmodeus has his demons legally travel to Earth for work all the time. I made the case for you to own one.” He says.

“But-”

“You will be technically under his jurisdiction, but you will be able to go anywhere you want in the human realm without fear of consequence.” Stolas places his book on the bookshelf. “...Without breaking demon law. You no longer need my grimoire.” He says.

Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm sorry, what?”

Stolas takes a deep breath. “You... no longer have any obligation to see me, to touch me, to bed me, you are... you are free of me.”

“ I... don't understand. Why are you giving me this? Am I not, like, fucking you good enough? Because I-I can always- I can always do better!” Blitzø promises, his tail swishing back and forth anxiously.

Stolas takes his hand gently. “Blitzø, I'm giving you this because I care.... very deeply for you. And I have for some time.” He takes the crystal and places it onto Blitzø's glove, embedding itself into his hand.

“But this transactional thing we have, it's not right anymore. It hasn't been. It never was. And now all I can see is how wrong it is to be so tethered to someone in such an unfair way... and not know how they feel.” He says.

Blitzø looks down at his arm, then back up at Stolas.

“But I want you to continue to be who you are, your business. You don't have to stay here with me. But... I want you to. I want you to stay here with me because you want to. Only if you want to, and not because you have to.” Stolas says, taking off his hat-crown thing.

Blitzø then understands…

He's not leaving him. “Ohhh okay. Alright, you're fucking with me.”

“Blitzø-”

Blitzø paces a moment. “This is an interesting roleplay. Never done this one, but I can get into it. Alright, how's this, okay…” Blitzø clears his throat, turning back to Stolas to get into character. "Oh, Stolas. I'll stay with you. I love you sooo much, I-"

Stolas's heart breaks as he's never heard those words before… he holds up a hand to stop him. He stands up straight and puts his hat back on. “Thank you, Blitzø. For awakening me... for making me so happy. Even if only for a little while.I wish you the best with your business.” He says, heading for the door.

“Wait, what? You were serious? Oh, hold on now, Stolas. What the fuck?” Blitzø asks.

“I have my answer, Blitzø. You needn't say anything.” Stolas says, exiting the bedroom.

Blitzø chases Stolas as he walks down the hall.

“I have wanted you for so long, the fact that you couldn't believe that I might have these feelings about you, that your first instinct is that it's always... about sex… That's enough to know what this is.” Stolas says.

“What? The fuck are you talking about?” Blitzø asks. “Our arrangement has been about sex from the start, what else am I supposed to think? Since when did that change?” He asks.

“I've always cared for you. I thought that was obvious!” Stolas says back.

“Well it's not! Not once have I ever gotten the impression we were anything more! You spring this feelings bullshit on me out of nowhere, are you fucking kidding?” He asks.

“How do you not see it? After everything I've done!?” Stolas asks.

“Everything- you mean like how you treat me like one of your little butler imps?

“That's not-”

“No! You royal fucks think you can do this every time, like you can just play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important! You are always talking to me like I'm less than you!”

“That's not true!” Stolas shouts.

“It is true! I don't know what fantasy you're projecting onto me, but it's not fair to push me away the second I don't follow along! The answer isn't what you want. You're so used to getting your way that you can't accept no. You're such a pompous rich asshole! You don't care about anyone or anything! Only yourself!” Blitzø shouts.

“Blitzø... I think so very highly of you.” He admits. “I didn't realize you think so low of me.” He says, tears forcing their way out as his voice cracks.

Blitzø's eyes widened, realizing that Stolas' feelings were, in fact, genuine.

The bird cares about him? But why!?

How!?

How could he possibly think…?

The way he…

“Goodbye, Blitzø.”

Blitzø can't let it end like this…

No.

“Stolas, wait please, I'm s-” Blitzø reaches for Stolas, hoping to reconcile…

But he sees himself in front of the castle once again.

“Fuuuuuck!”

{Stella and Andrealphus}

Stella and her brother were at his castle, discussing their next course of action.

“You may have fucked things up before, my dear sister, but we can still gain the upper hand. We simply need a good plan to get Stolas to do what we want.” Andrealphus explains.

“How do you suppose we do that?” Stella asks her brother. “The Goetias know about Stolas, everyone does!”

“Yes, but if we can get Stolas to willingly give up everything to you...” He smiles sadistically.

“We’ve been through this, there’s no way he’ll give me anything!” Stella says.

Andrealphus sighs. “Sister, think! What does Stolas love more than anything?”

“Being a bore?” Stella suggests. “Moping, complaining?”

“No, I’m thinking more of a person or a thing.” Andrealphus explains. “Something or someone we can actually use.”

“I suppose that would be Via.” She says, disappointed. “But we can't use her.”

“Right, but can you think of anyone more…disposable?” He asks.

Stella smiles and picks up the phone. “Actually, come to think of it. There is something we can use..” She says.

She calls the number she has fully memorized at this point..

It starts to ring…

“Hello?”

“Striker, dear. I’ve got a new target for you. Get me that rodeo clown.”

“What?”

“The imp who fucked Stolas, bring him to me…alive.” She demands.

“You want me to-“

“Do you want to be paid or not?” She asks.

He sighs… “Yes, ma’am. I’m on it.”

“Glorious.” She hangs up. “I’ve got our bait. You got a plan?” She asks.

Andrealphus grins sadistically as he grabs his small dagger. “Oh, dear sister. I always have a plan.”

{Blitzø:}

Blitzø went home, throwing the damn gloves away from him.

He decides to just leave them on the floor, he can't be bothered to even look at them!

That fucking bird!

Luckily by the time he got back, Loona was fast asleep.

He didn't want her to see him so broken down…

Not again.

But he doesn't want to be alone either.

He pulls out his phone, and it starts to ring.

….

Please pick up…

“Hello?” A tired voice asks.

“Uh…hi. I know you don't owe me any favors. And you can say no if you want…but I've had the worst possible night, and I really don't want to be alone right now.” He says.

“Did something happen between you and Stolas?”

Blitzø takes a deep breath. “Yeah…I kinda…I fucked everything up. Again.”

“Come over. I have booze, I got food. We can talk about it. I'm sure it's not that bad.”

Blitzø smiles at last. “Thanks, Fizz.”

"You know I give a fuck about you everyday

Guess it's time that I tell you the truth...

If I share my toys, will you let me stay?

Don't wanna leave this play date with you."

-Play date, Melanie martinez

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanfic #helluva boss fanfiction #stolitz #Blitzø X Stolas

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cybershock24601 · 1 month ago

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If your Rook could have a poly relationship, who would they be romancing?

It would probably be easier to tell you who Morticia wouldn't be romancing. As much as I personally love Emmrich, my Watcher Rook immediately put him in the teacher/authority figure box in her brain and is about one more tragedy away from having a full on "tell me I'm good" Dee Reynolds style breakdown at him because Morticia craves the approval of figures of authority so even if Rook was hot for teacher, that would be a horrible basis for a relationship because Rook is putting a little too much of her mental health into the "Professor Volkarin thinks I'm a good Watcher" basket. I don't think my Rook would romance Taash either because Rook met them and went this is my little sibling and I will fight your mom for you if you ask me to, please ask me to.

Canonically Morticia is romancing Lucanis because she took one look at his big wet puppy eyes and was enchanted. That line at their first coffee date about the brew tasting like a first kiss was so smooth Lucanis practically swept Rook off her feet right then and there. Rook has pretty much no romantic or sexual experience but Lucanis awoke something in her and she wants to stroke his hair and tell him he's a good boy while she rides him within an inch of his life, and also to make sure he's getting a good eight hours of sleep every night because someone needs to take care of this beautiful man and guess that's gotta fall to Rook.

Neve however inspires pretty opposite feelings in Rook and she kinda wants Neve to pull her hair, slap her around, and tell Rook she's a good girl. Rook absolutely wants to get dominated by the hot older woman and is fascinated by the way Neve's mind works and finds it very easy to bounce ideas off her. Rook also appreciates Neve's dry sense of humor and delights in getting a smile or a laugh out of her especially when Neve's having a bad day. Rook would absolutely melt if Neve were to ever call her Trouble.

Harding is Rook's best friend and it would be very easy for the easy back and forth between them to become flirtatious. Rook loves Harding's worldliness and is inspired by her compassion. Rook tries to be a kind person and often finds herself going to Harding when she finds her well of empathy starting to run dry because Harding is good at seeing the good in the world even when Rook can't. Rook thinks Harding is really cute and probably had a bit of a baby crush on her when Rook first started traveling with Varric and Harding that Rook set to the side because she wanted to remain professional and not make things awkward while the three of them were working together.

Davrin is hot, competent, and kind and Rook definitely struggles to hold eye contact sometimes considering the low cut shirts Davrin favors. Confidence is sexy and Davrin has that in spades. Rook enjoys talking to Davrin and seeing how caring he is with Assan really tears that tough guy exterior he puts up. It's hard to avoid crushing on the single griffin dad after all. Davrin's just a caring guy overall with a good sense of humor and Rook admires his sense of duty and his determination to make the world a better place about as much as she admires his chest.

Bellara is someone Rook often finds herself relating to and Rook often offers herself up as a sounding board for Bellara to get her thoughts out and help order them. Rook is both a mage and a Watcher so she understands more then she lets on about what Bellara is talking about (Rook prefers to downplay her intelligence for multiple reasons) but Bellara's expertise in the matter far outstrips Rook's own and its fascinating to watch how Bellara's mind works and learn about ancient elven magic from her. Bellara is just fun to talk to in general and Rook likes to tease her as much as hype her up. Bellara often comes up with rather interesting questions that sometimes keep Rook up at night pondering and I think the two would probably spend a lot of time info dumping about ancient elven magic and necromancy respectively. Rook makes sure to keep it to the more spirity and fade subjects because everyone other Emmrich seems to get pretty put off when Rook talks about the more anatomical aspects of the art.

So in short, I think if Rook were to have a poly relationship it would be with Lucanis, Neve, Davrin, and Bellara. The only reason Harding isn't in the line up is because as soon as Rook were to pick up on anything between Taash and Harding she would become their number 1 hype woman. Rook cares for them both and wants them to be happy and Rook is too worried about ruining her friendship with Harding to seriously pursue her.

#rook #morticia ingellvar posting #dragon age

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year ago

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FAN KIDS FAN KIDS FAN KIDS‼️‼️‼️

💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?

YIPPEEEE FREGGY IS IN MY ASK BOX!!!!

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I GOT WRITERS BLOCK FOR A HOT SECOND THERE TYSM FOR BEING PATIEN BESTIEEE 💜💜💜💜💜💜

💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

It varied! Karai’s first word was actually 'Tums' and 'Toms' due to Donnie continually referring to Tamsin by 'Tams' instead of 'ma' or 'mama' when he was around with Karai.

Jeremiah's first word was 'Pa!' And Donnie probably cried for an hour.

David first word was 'Leo!' After trying to get his uncles attention while babysitting. Tamsin promised Leo wouldn't tell Donnie... But David couldn't stop saying it afterwards and Don found out eventually-

Zuccone was a pretty verbal little guy, always babbling or cooing, but his first full word was actually when he was crying, because Tamsin was about to go on a mission with Don for the first time in 13 months... Only to have Zuccone start pleading 'Momma' while holding his arms out... Then Donnie couldn't get her to leave the base ever again. /j

Niccolo stayed nonverbal for a while, but he figured out words and their meanings whilst staying pretty silent and keeping to himself. The first time he ever talked fully was when he saw his uncle Mikey crying and kept telling him, "Don't cry! Don't cry!" And that shock from Mikey was enough to stop the tears, so I guess Niccolos' words worked... Probably not in the way he thought, tho LOL.

Magdeline's first word was during Donnie spending time with her, he found she really liked a game of mimicking. He'd make a noise and she'd try to copy it as best as she could. It was darling and he managed to get a 'Da' out of her. Tamsin remembers listening through the door:

"Daaaaaa?"

"Daaa!!"

Galileo's first word was one that definetly got the boys grounded for WEEKS after they taught Gal how to say 'ass.'

Dont worry, he learned Papa... Eventually.

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

Karai, now that she's older tends to stick with herself or go off on her own, but in situations she feels or knows she can't handle, she clings or sticks close to Donnie.

Jeremiah follows Donnie around EVERYWHERE. There isn't a second when Donnie walks by and the sound of pattering little feet isn't far behind.

David is a Mama's boy to a T. This kid is always around where his mom is, or completely latched onto her leg, back, or arm.

The twins are the same as David, except they are way more clingy more often. While David's cuddling or clinging is rare, the twins are always bundled up close to mom. The second Tamsin sits down, it doesn't take long till the twins are on her lap.

Maggie is still a baby during the times both Tamsin and Donnie are both in her life, so it's obvious Mama is the one she goes to first. She's always in a carrier on Tamsins back or cuddled in her arm.

Galileo follows after his dad both figuratively and literally, he's been like that since he was a baby, and poor little guy would become a wreck when Dee had to leave for town or on missions and he was left with his sibs. 🥺

🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?

Karai is an aspiring inventor like Donnie. She loves the late night sneak outs to the lab where they both just listen to some tunes and fix up or repair tech. As much as she's got the brain, she probably leans toward fixing things more than she does inventing! (Shocker) She's always enjoyed being able to help people out with her talents.

Jeremiah likes traveling like his mom! Donnie has a silly theory it's due to Tamsin being more active and busy whilst pregnant with him (a more human baby was less tiring and risky on her physical body) and even leaving the base on some safe travels to other bases. Even when he was born, when she was strong enough to walk around without much assistance he was always swaddled on her back wandering around the base.

David (once older) has a passion for weaponry and training. I suppose it's a little mix of both parents cause he has the passion and firey sprit for his mom, but he also enjoys studying and using strategy in his combat like his dad.

Zuccone has a sense of ✨️fashion✨️ like his father. This kids taste in clothing and style makes his old man proud. He enjoys making or fixing up clothes for others or with his mom, she taught him his handiwork with a needle.

Niccolos hobbies are quite far from any of his parents. He loves magic and Ninpo, his dad intrigues him, but he really loves learning and researching it with his uncle Mikey. He likes mixing science and magic, both having great use especially during an apocalypse.

Now, while Karai leans toward more reparing things with her smarts, Maggie likes inventing and creating! Wether it be through tech, or even through some of her moms talents like weapons or arts. She spends many nights while making things for Big Mama remembering the days running around fetching wrenches or screws for Donnie, or bringing over cleaning kits or sewing kits for her mom.

Galileo, as much as he's told and put into inventing or tech studies, is growing to be a pretty skilled and talented Ninpo user. It wasalmost shocking how quick and young he was when he unlocked the power, and it's obvious he's going to be pretty talented ninpo Ninja!

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt fanart #cherry answers #ask #rottmnt x oc #cherry rambles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #🍊💜#tamsitello #rottmnt future #rottmnt future au

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mapleleavesart · 1 year ago

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ik this kinda sounds cliche, but what if Donnie created this weird shi, right? snorted it, and somehow altered his whole personality to be dumb dumb. maybe a reader insert if your up for it! this could be serious, or it could be a crackfic, all on you my dear.

-ya gurl chip ❤️

Tbh I had no idea what to do with this prompt. I literally had to go to my irl friends for brainstorming ideas. I hope this is something akin to what you were looking for?

Also, thanks for being my first request!

Words: 484

Content: mention of drugs (cocaine), insomnia, accidental self-harm (Donnie bonks himself with his staff)

Donnie Goes Dumb

Three AM was a weird time for everyone. Especially when you and your brothers were mutant turtle teenagers. Even more so when your twin was an evil genius who was as sleepless as the family insomniac.

So yeah, that was how Leo ended up in the lab watching conspiracy theories on his phone while Donnie did who-knows-what.

Was that potentially problematic? Yeah, probably. Was it also problematic that he only pulled out his earbuds when he heard maniacal laughter?

… okay, yeah, definitely.

“Uhh…. everything good, Don-Tron?” Leo asked from the spare chair the brothers would all use if they sat quietly.

He could see some vial filled with powder Donnie was holding up to the sky. “I hath done it!”

“Done… what, exactly?” Leo asked, turning his phone off to fully listen to whatever insane science lecture Donnie was indubitably about to give him. Hey, at least he would have some visuals via the five white boards around the room, filled topped to bottom with math and chemical equations the red-eared slider would never be able to understand.

Donnie spun his chain in circles, not paying attention to what Leo was saying at all. His goggles covered his eyes. “With this elegant concoction, I shall experience what you pour dumb-dumbs experience on a daily basis!”

“Sorry, what?”

Before Leo could react further, Donnie stopped his chair, raised the vial to his snout, and snorted the stuff like he was doing a line of coke.

“Eughhh boy…”

~~~

Several hours later, closer to normal-person waking time, Mikey walked into his kitchen hoping to make breakfast for the fam when he walked into a very… interesting sight.

Donnie was hunched over a rock on the counter, glueing googly-eyes to the surface.

Leo was watching from the other side of the table, sipping a cup of tea, with his face propped up on one hand.

“This dumb-dumb wanted to feel like us for a day so he snorted some sorta dumb-dumb cocaine or something,” Leo informed Mikey without even looking up.

“Likee when he turned us all super smart and we pretended like we don’t remember any of it?”

“Yep.”

“Lovely,”

“I have created LIFE!”

Mikey turned to see Donnie lifting his googly-eyed rock to the sky with his signature hasn’t-slept-in-three-days, more-insane-than-usual grin. His eyes were red-rimmed.

Mikey blinked. “This should be fun. Hey, Dee, you want some breakfast?”

Leo butt in, “breakfast sounds wonderful. Don’t let him have coffee though, I don’t think that’d mix well with…” he gestured at Donnie, who was now fiddling with his staff in its travel sized form, “this whole situation.”

“Copy that,” Mikey grinned, then froze when he heard “aHA!” followed by a whack followed with a thump. He glanced over to see Donnie on the floor, unconscious, with his staff, now full-sized, and a noticeable bump already forming on his head.

“... Pizza Supreme, I hope he sleeps that off.”

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chloe-spade · 2 years ago

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The Glass Slippers Prologue: The. Beginning

🌠

Impossible..

For a yellow pumpkin

To become a golden carriage

Impossible

For a plain country bumpkin

And a prince to join in marriage

And four white mice

Will never be four white horses

Such a fol-de-rol and fiddledy dee dee

It's Impossible...!

🌠

Cater was a young lad, already just as bright and cheery as you expected a child to be. His view on the world was strange, but it was never frowned upon by his family, Lord and Lady Diamond, who adored him and treated him like a little prince. Sure, he didn't have a title or a castle, but the one thing he had was courage and kindness. Especially when it came to animals.

"Little Ace? Where did you go?" He called out in the gardens, "You shouldn't be out here alone." Cater looks down at the mouse and picks him up, giggling as Ace nibbles on some food. "Silly Ace," Cater giggles, "those are for the chickens, not for you. You could've just asked me for some."

Cater's mother laughed, tending the flowers. "Do you truly believe they can understand you?" she asked, looking at Cater.

Cater nods and helps Ace into his pocket, letting him continue eating. "And I think I can hear them speak as well, Mother. If you can concentrate on them speaking, you can hear words forming instead of little squeaks." Cater explained, petting Ace.

"I have told you that," Lady Diamond said, "I'm not surprised you can understand them. It takes the kindest of hearts to understand and care for even the smallest animals."

"Really?" Cater asked.

"Really. But there's so many more stuff to believe in, and when there's kindness, there's magic."

"Magic?? Like what, Mother?" Cater wondered.

"Fairy Godmothers..or some Fairy Godfathers." Lady Diamond whispered to Cater, "But shhh, it's a secret." Cater nods and covers his mouth, agreeing to keep her the secret.

Lord Diamond was a merchant who often had to leave for extended periods of time, so long that every time Cater heard the familiar pats of horses and the carriage, he was already running towards the entrance to meet his father, like he always does.

"Father!" He cried to the carriage.

"Haha! My boy!" Lord Diamond laughed and got off his carriage to give Cater a big hug. "My stars, you are growing every day!"

"Cater's a growing boy," Lady Diamond giggles.

"I can tell!" Cater laughs as his father sets him down on the fountain. His father gave him a present, it was small, but it was decorated beautifully. "Open it," he whispered. Cater carefully opened it, and it was a small butterfly-shaped locket, something matching his mother's. "Aw, you got him a Papillon Locket," Lady Diamond gasped, walking over to them, "It's like the one you got me."

"Well, I heard him talking about your locket and since I was traveling, I went to the nearest shop and found one."

Cater stared with a grin, "It's so beautiful! Thank you, Father."

"Anything for you, Cater." Cater hugged his father tightly and was lifted by his father once again.

"Now! How about some nice food and drinks," Lord Diamond suggested, "I am quite hungry after all my travels." Cater and his family spend the rest of the day in the gardens, starting a mini picnic, eating some food and looking up at the clouds, just relaxing underneath the summer sky. That night, Cater was starting to sleep, his eyes looking up at the paintings he painted, small butterflies sprawled across his walls and glowing birds. His mother was singing, it was a nice simple lullaby that he would always fall asleep to.

Lady Diamond carefully walks away, still singing, sending Cater to his Dreamland. Doors closed. The parents walked away from Cater's room, already speaking pleasantries of love toward each other, compliments and all before Lady Diamond slowed, causing some concerns. But before anyone knew, she fainted onto the ground, completely unresponsive until the doctor came to visit. Cater remembered that day, him outside his mother's room, hearing muffles belonging to his father and the doctor.

"She may not have enough time, I'm afraid," he heard the doctor say, "it's best to keep her inside until then." He watched the doctor getting up and walking out of the room, suitcase in hand, followed by Lord Diamond. "I'll be visiting in a couple of days to see any progress of recovery."

"Of course, doctor." Cater watched the man leave, too scared to move from his chair before he felt his father's hand on his back. "Come, Cater," his father spoke, "Your mother wants to speak to you." Cater looked and nods, getting up and walking into the room, head down.

His mother was now on her bed, her eyes showed sadness, almost no life in her eyes whatsoever, but she had her beautiful smile. "Cater," his mother spoke, her voice low, "May I tell you a secret? Just the two of us?" Cater walks over to his mother, hearing the door close behind him. He gets on the bed, hands intertwined with his mother's, fighting the tears that threatened to show.

"Cater," He remembered her say, "I know that this will bring you down and how it pains me to know that," her hand rested against his cheek, now wiping flowing tears, "I want you to smile, be happy, no matter what life does to bring you down, you'd best show that you won't let that bring you down and smile. Cause no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."

Cater sobs and hugs his mother, her arms weakly hugging him back. "..promise me," she whispered, "...have courage and be kind. Don't ever forget that. You have so much kindness in that heart than people in their entire body. Don't even stop being kind. Promise?"

"I-I promise!" Cater sobs, "I promise, Mother..."

"That's my son," she whispered, holding Cater close.

🌠

He found some comfort in the gardens after his mother's passing. He can sense her presence within it, like magic in the air.

"Look at this, Ace," Cater gasped.

"What is it?" Ace questioned.

Cater looks over to a small dandelion, "It's mother's favorite flower. It finally bloomed. After all that time." Cater watched how some dandelion petals flew in the air, far away from the gardens. "It's so beautiful," he sighed to himself.

"Cater!" Called out Lord Diamond, "Your friend has arrived!" Cater looked up to see his friend, Vil, and his father, Oliver Schoenheit, and younger baby brother, Epel.

He met Vil with some other friends of his, seeing him alone by the fountain and offered to play tag with him and they played for hours and hours before he had to leave, but he and Vil still wrote letters to each other and sometime visit for weeks. Today was no exception.

"Hi!" Cater greeted them, walking over to them, "Everything's ready for the picnic, and I even got food for Epel."

"Be gentle now," Oliver chuckles, handing Epel to Vil, "Epel has just started teething and he'll bite everything he got his hands on. I recommend you be very careful."

"I will, Mr. Schoenheit," Cater grinned. Both men nodded and walked inside, preceding their conversation. Vil and Cater walked over to the small picnic, disappointed that Ace had already started to eat the strawberries on the shortcakes.

"Ace!" Cater lectured, "Those are for our friends, and you promised you wouldn't eat them."

Ace squeaked and jumped down to escape, only to be grabbed by Epel's small fingers and almost eaten if it weren't for Vil interfering.

"Don't eat that, Epel," Vil lectures, "Mice are dirty."

Ace squeaked in offense as he scurried into Cater's pocket, hiding from the baby. "That's what happens when you eat someone else's food without permission." After settling down and starting their picnic, Vil started a conversation trying to feed Epel. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh..I've been well," Cater answered, looking down, "helping father around the house, tending the garden, and just...being me."

"I meant emotionally," Vil spoke, "You may be doing fine in a mental way, but you must be sad after what happened, Cater. You don't have to lie to me."

Cater looked away in silence before he began to sniffle, and soon after, started to cry. Vil grabbed Cater's hands and pulled Cater into a hug, patting his back and letting him cry.

"I miss her, Vil," Cater sobbed, "It's hard to forget that she isn't here anymore, that I still want to call out to her when something bloomed in the gardens. I hate that I always must remind myself..."

"That's how grieving works," Vil reassured, "this is the normal process, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it."

"I shouldn't?"

"Never. As my father says, you should give yourself time to grieve, and when that time has passed, it'll become a powerful memory."

"I like that."

"My father's a wise man." Vil grinned, "Now let it all out, Cater, and I'll be right here." The picnic lasted for the rest of the day, with Vil and Cater talking about the small things in their lives and watching the sunset.

✨

Cater was now 13, roaming around the town for some food with his father. He was carefully choosing some better fruits and vegetables, and he looks at his father, who was silent and seemed distracted. How distracted? He was now staring at a woman, someone beautiful, selling some lovely jewelry to many. Cater knew that look, his father was now starting to fall in love again. Not that Cater minded, however.

"Father? What's on your mind?" Cater asked.

"Oh, nothing, my boy," Lord Diamond laughed, "I got distracted. What did you get?"

"Father, I noticed you staring at that lovely women over there. Why don't you talk to her? I bet shes really lovely."

"Oh I can't do that, Cater." Lord Diamond stammered, "I-I don't want to seem odd to her."

"Oh, just go on ahead!" Cater encouraged, pushing his father away, "I'll be right here."

Cater watched his father walked over to the lovely women and start a conversation with her. "Hello," Lord Diamond spoke, "I couldn't help but noticed such a beautiful woman such as yourself around here."

"Oh," the women giggles, "Thank you, kind sir. You are a handsome man yourself." Lord Diamond grinned and took her hand a kisses it, "I am Cornelius Diamond, my lady."

"Rosalind Dior," the lady introduced herself. "That is a lovely name, Lady Rosalind Dior." Cater grinned, watching his father finally meeting someone new. It was nice to his father actually happy, after his grieving.

Turns out, Mrs. Dior was a widow, her husband dying of unknown poison throughout his entire body, no cure in sight. He left Rosalind with her daughters, Elise and Astrid, who are the same age as Cater. Cater also learned that although Mr. Dior was well off as a doctor, money was always tight around the household, but no reason was ever stated. They hit it off pretty well, going on dates frequently around town, sometimes even small picnics in the Diamond Estate Gardens. Cater adored watching them in the gardens from his bedroom window, though he couldn't interfere with the date.

It took only two years for them to wed and Cater was now meeting his stepsisters for the first time, although he's incredibly nervous.

"Cater, don't be nervous," Cornelius spoke, "those girls are the sweetest people I've ever met. And I'm sure they'll love you ever much." "I know," Cater smiles, "but it's someone new and we haven't had any guests live with us for...forever. And I just want to make a great first impression."

"You already remind me of your mother every day, Cater," Cornelius laughed. The horses alerted them about the girls' arrival, in such a dark carriage, with golden curves all around, surely something that gave Cater enough nervousness for him to grip his father's hand. The coachmen walked towards the door and opened it, revealing two young ladies, both pushing each other to get out of the carriage first, just for them to fall onto their faces and Cater rushing to their aid.

"Are you two ok?!" Cater asked, helping the girls up.

"You are such a nuisance, Elise!!" Astrid huffed, fixing her dress and hair, "I told you have gotten fat! You shouldn't eat those cakes."

"Excuse me," Elise scoffed, "It seems like you are the one who's getting fat."

"Girls, girls," Rosalind spoke, carefully getting off the carriage, "That wasn't a very good impression on our new family." "Not my fault she's getting horribly fat..."

"You haven't even thanked Cater for helping your clumsy butts." Rosalind walked over and patted Cater's head.

Cornelius walks over and kisses Rosalind on the cheek, which he received back. "It's great to see you at our home, my dear," Cornelius grinned, "this home is now your home."

"Aw, such a wonderful thing to say," Rosalind swooned, "that's what I adore of you, darling. Now please excuse my daughters' incredibly rude manners. They haven't even introduced themselves yet." The girls immediately stood up and bowed towards Cornelius, still glaring at each other with hatred.

"Cornelius, Cater," Rosalind spoke, "These are my beautiful daughters, Elise and Astrid."

"A pleasure," both girls spoke in unison. "It's a pleasure to meet you two," Cater greeted, looking at the girls, "Let me show you around."

"Such a nice gentleman." That's how it went from day to day, Cornelius was out for the day, leaving the rest to try to bond, or at least try too. It wasn't easy, considering that Astrid and Elise fought over everything, clothes, makeup, and food. It also leads to big messes in their rooms, which Cater tripped over multiples times when visiting their rooms. Rosalind was more manageable, as she was simply in her office, creating more jewelry for her shop.

She's a busy lady so Cater doesn't bother her often. Though on Sundays, Rosalind would have small get-togethers to massive parties, which can be fun for Cater, but it's also tiring. He's amazed at how Astrid and Elise are able to stay up after midnight. One Sunday, he greeted the guests and joined his father in his study to read his book.

"Not partying, Cater?" Cornelius chuckled, not looking up from his papers. "Not tonight," Cater answered, "I partied myself too hard last weekend, and I just need to finish this book before I return it."

"Since when do you read, Cater?"

"Vil told me that reading is a good escape from reality. And he's right, I've been immersed in this story for hours now." Cornelius nodded and continued his paperwork. "How about you?"

"Eh, you know I don't exactly care about parties, not when there's work to be done."

Cater looks over and walks over to Cornelius, looking at the notes he's been writing. "You're leaving again?" Cater spoke, "But you just came back a week ago. Shouldn't you be relaxing more?"

"Cater. I know you are concerned but I need to do this for the family, and to keep this house alive and thriving for you." Cornelius gets up and holds Cater close. "Especially when your mother's memory is still inside it."

Cater hugs him back, "...I can still feel her presence here. It..it'll be wrong to leave this place." Then he looks up at his father, "Do you still miss her?"

"Oh, every day," Cornelius answered, "I miss so many things about her, but what she left is extraordinary," he kept Cater close, "she gave me you, my glorious gift, and with you, her spirit lives in, even now."

Cater chuckles, still comfortable in his father's arms. "Then I'll do my best to keep her legacy here and forever more."

"And that is why I see such a beautiful spirit soul within you. I wouldn't be surprised if it's your mother's." They talked for much longer, unaware that Rosalind overheard that conversation and felt betrayed, heartbroken even.

She saw how Cornelius gravitated toward Cater, always complimenting his abilities, whether it was his gardening to his singing. Sure, he complimented Astrid and Elise, but no one was surprised when Cornelius said he cherished Cater. Why wouldn't he? Cater was his son , and that boy has a striking resemblance to Lady Diamond, who she seen in portraits that have been taken to the attic after her passing. But none of that attention has even gone to her. Since they've gotten married, due to his traveling, gifts don't seem to satisfy her anymore. But she lets the boys be and walks back to the party.

✨

"Now," Cornelius said, getting ready for his travels, "Anything you want from my travels?"

"Oh, a new dress," Rosalind spoke.

"Oh! Chocolate-covered strawberries!" Elisa cheered, "Something yummy and delicious."

"Fatty," hissed Astrid, "for me, necklaces, something to compliment my beautiful skin."

"And you, my son?" Cornelius asked Cater. "Oh, I don't need anything. I just want you to come back home safely."

"Of course, Cater." Cornelius grinned as gets on his carriage and with one last smile, he rode off, waving back before leaving. Everyone walked back inside and went through the day as normal, through Elise's and Astrid's arguments were driving Cater insane.

"That is mine!!" Astrid called, "You are a little thief!!"

Cater groaned to himself, clearly annoyed. He walked downstairs to escape from the noise and sees Rosalind having some tea in the gardens and figured why not join her? "Ma'am," He greeted, sitting down by the table.

"Oh, Cater, you don't have to be so polite," Rosalind grinned and offered some tea, "tea?"

"Thank you."

"I suppose you came outside because of the girls wretched arguing," Rosalind groaned, "I do apologize, those girls are not used to sharing a room. And their room is a cluttered mess on top of that."

"Oh no, I don't mind the arguing. I figured that's how siblings can be sometimes."

"You are so understanding, Cater," she takes a sip, "though I do wish for a solution. My girls can't stop fighting."

"Well..I can lend one of them my room," Cater offered, "and I can sleep in the-"

"The attic!" Rosalind cheered, "Such a fantastic idea, dear Cater! It's a perfect place for someone who needs some quiet in their life, hmm Cater?"

"Oh..uh, sure," Cater relented, "I'll tell the girls the good news."

Cater was moved to the attic as soon as he could, moving most of his stuff up there, even some sentimental items, like his Papillon Locket, which he wore every day. Squeaks caught his attention, and he looked over at the mouse's residence.

"Cater!" called Ace, "What are you doing here!?"

"Ace," Cater laughed, "so this is the place you and your friends reside. It looks comfy, though a little small."

"It's small but it's comfy and homey for us!"

"And who are you two?"

"I'm Riddle," the red one introduced himself, "I'm the one who keeps Ace and Ruggie in check if they get in trouble! Especially if it comes to them eating all the food." He then glared at the second mouse.

"You can keep a hungry mouse away from delicious food," the second mouse burped, "The name's Ruggie! If you have any food, I'll forgive you!"

"Duly noted," Cater chuckles, "I'll make sure you'll get some food."

Cater spent most of his time in that attic, cleaning it and fixing it up to make it a room for him and his new friends. It helps that he finally has time to himself when he gets chores done. But that day was a rainy one, hearing a knock on the door, and Cater answered.

"Excuse me, sir, are Cater Diamond?" The postman asked. "Yes, is something the matter?"

"Then I'm afraid I bare some horrible news," the postman spoke and handed Cater a letter, "It's from the kingdom across the land."

Cater hesitantly begins to read the letter that mentioned how Cornelius has caught a horrible plague while on his travels, which lead to his demise.

"I am so sorry, my child," the postman whispered, "your father was a good man, Cater. I wish I came with much happier news." Cater nodded and closed the door, before he began to sob, leaning on the door, clutching the letter in his hands.

✨

Things haven't gotten better with Cater as such horrible events, as he began to be overworked by his stepfamily. He wasn't being treated as family, no, he was treated as a servant, someone who isn't worth looking at. It is taking such a toll on Cater. There were nights when he sobbed and sobbed hard until he passed out. This led to where he was now, scrubbing the furnace and the only source of light was a single candle and a small window. His scrubbing pace begins to slow as tears form, messing with his vision. He couldn't continue as he begins to cry, cry to himself and cry to the world.

"I can't," he sobs, "why did this happen to me? It's hard to live in a place where you can't escape, even when people watch you suffer and do nothing about it but smile. No one can help you, no one to support you.." Cater looks up at the window, seeing a big star. "Would it be worth it to wish upon a star? To wish for an outcome that'll never happen?" He looks up at the window and sighs. "I suppose it could not hurt." He grips his locket and sighs. "I wish...I wish for an escape, or not just that..a way to maybe make this easier, to find a reason to make me happy again. I wish for that."

The star in front of him twinkled before it suddenly grew and was moving towards him, causing Cater to freak out and watch as the star zoomed past him and into the supply closet. Cater rushed over to the closet, almost hesitating to even open it.

"Well," coughed a stranger, "I wish I could've had a better landing," he groaned and getting up, unaware of the bucket over his head. "...who...?" Cater questioned before a few sparkles filled the air, creating a person, someone small and have big eyes.

"Kalim," he spoke in a surprisingly deep, "are you alright? You seem to have quite the ride down here."

"... dizzy..." Cater carefully takes the bucket from the stranger's head and helps him down on the chair. "I'll ask again," Cater questions, "Who are you two?"

"Oh, Cater dear," laughed the one standing, "We are your Fairy Godfathers. And we are here to help and guide you." "Guide me?" "Yeah! I'm Kalim," Kalim introduced himself, "and this is Lilia."

"Pleased to meet you," Lilia spoke, "Now..."

"I can't believe this," Cater muttered, "This isn't happening, this is not happening. I must have so much dust in my brain."

"Oh no, you know we exist," Lilia chuckles, "your mother believed in us quite often."

"My mother?"

"Yeah! She puts her faith in us, and so did you," Kalim pauses, "Well, until all of this, I mean...Hmm," Kalim walks around, "dust over here and there...dust is everywhere! I can't believe this..."

"May I ask why he's freaked out?" Cater asked, "Shouldn't I be freaking out by the fact that you two just arrived out of nowhere?"

"Oh don't mind him," Lilia laughed, "he's one of our new faes, and this is technically his first human. I'm here 'cause I want to and a guide."

"....that…makes sense…?" Cater nods as he and Lilia watch Kalim inspect the entire area, occasionally sneezing.

"That's enough, Kalim, you'll get dizzy sneezing like that." Kalim grabbed his wand and began to look around. He saw a broom and smiled wildly. "Now... what're the magic words."

"Magic?" Questioned Cater," What does he mean by magic?"

Lilia summoned his wand. "Oh don't fret too much, it's what we do. As fairy godfathers, we try to make you happy."

"I don't think I wished for happiness." Cater remarked, watching Kalim, "did I?"

"But you wished for a better way to deal with this mess of chores. So, we're here." Lilia grabbed some cleaning supplies." Bibbity," he looks at Cater with a smile, "Bobbity," he raises his wand, "Boo!"

Cater gasped as some of the brooms begins to move by themselves as if they were walking and with Lilia's guide, they begins to sweep.

"That's right!" Kalim laughed, "Bibbity Bobbity Boo!" With Kalim's magic, the scrubbing utensils that Cater was using were now beginning to clean the furnace, freeing Cater from cleaning it all night.

"I...I am so confused," Cater whispered. "It can be," Kalim agreed, "but don't worry, I'll be here to help you with all these messy chores." "..what should I do?"

"Oh, you should only get some rest, Cater," Lilia sets Cater down, "leave everything else to us. You deserve sleep." Cater nodded and yawned, before resting on a near-comfy mattress, created by Kalim.

"Kalim, I do need to leave soon," Lilia remarked, "Tell me that you can handle this job by yourself?"

"I will, and I'll do my best for Cater. I won't let anything bad happen to him as long as I have my wand."

"That's why I love working with you, Kalim. You have a fun spirit."

With that, Lilia disappeared, leaving Kalim by himself. "Well, I can't just sit here! A Fairy Godfather's work is never done!"

✨

Cater was awakened by footsteps, harsh ones. He knew that Rosalind was awake and was ready to see if Cater cleaned the basement.

"Cater!" She yelled, "You better have that nice and clean basement when I get down there!"

Cater looked around and was surprised to see the entire basement clean, though he could barely remember cleaning the entirety of it. He stood tall as Rosalind took her last step, examined the basement, and seemed impressed by the cleanness of it.

"Hmm..you managed to clean it all and cook breakfast," Rosalind scoffed, "...you are dismissed for now." Cater was still confused about it all but rushed over to his room in the attic, to catch his breath and to understand what happened last night.

"You look frazzled," Riddle pointed out, "Did something happen?"

"I... must've been... sleepwalking," Cater muttered, "I must've! Cause I have no recollection of cleaning that entire basement, and now she said I made breakfast."

"That's because of me!" Called out a voice inside Cater's pocket. Cater gasped and investigated his pocket to see a new mouse he's never seen before, just resting in his pocket. "..how?"

"It's me! Kalim!" In a burst of magic, Kalim appeared in the room, almost tripping.

"Who are you?!" Ace asked, "And what was that!?"

"...that wasn't a dream...?" Cater gasps, "You're real," he sits down on his bed.

"Yep! If you need a recap I can tell ya," Kalim grinned, "I am Kalim, your personal Fairy Godfather, here to make almost all wishes come true."

".... weren't there two of you?"

"You mean Lilia? Yeah, but he's a retired senior Fairy Godfather, so you might see him check in a few times."

"..why?" "Well, you are... technically my first human," Kalim admitted, "My first ever case."

"Oh... that's...nice to hear," Cater spoke slowly, still trying to process everything.

With a wave of his wand, a book appeared that was titled "Guides to Fairy God Mothers/Fathers, a guide for humans. "I can help you understand. It just needs some work."

"I... I have enough time."

✨

Lilia walked by the castle halls, getting back from late-night Fairy Godfathering. It has been so long since he retired but it's nice to help new souls occasionally. Though he made a habit of being late to his duties.

"You are late, Vanrouge," spoke the queen, "Malleus's training with his guards if you need to see him."

Lilia chuckles to himself, and he bows toward the queen. "Forgive me," he spoke, "Something happened last night that needed my attention. It was mostly all night, your majesty."

"Ugh, I suppose I can't fault you for that. You are one of my best supervisors, and the only person Malleus seems to listen to these days."

"Another argument?" Lilia gasps.

"Yes. Please speak to him." The queen sighs, "Oh, what did I do wrong? Malleus's next in line and all I say was that he needed to marry since he's so close now!"

"That is unfortunate, yes. I'll go speak with him."

Lilia bowed again and walked away to meet Malleus in the training yard, a place where Malleus would vent or fight his frustrations out, especially with the news of an arranged marriage floating around.

"Oh? Without me?" Lilia laughed as he grabbed a sword from thin air. "You are late, Father."

"Master Lilia!" "I don't need you," Malleus hissed, "and I don't need a bride that would rule the land with me! I am capable of doing that on my own."

"Oh, but you forgot," Lilia stood in front of Malleus, "you only have a few years until you have to wed someone of your grandmother's choice."

"Why should it be her choice?" Malleus questioned, "Will I even have a choice?"

"Wait until the opportunity opens," Lilia said as he dodges Malleus's sword swipes, only for him to sweep Malleus of his feet, "and when that day comes, be ready for someone to sweep you off your feet."

"How can you be so sure?" Malleus huffed.

"Well, think of it as an intuition." Lilia spoke, helping Malleus up, "and trust me, dear boy, when you meet that special someone," he watched as birds flew high above, singing to each other, "you may never want to let them go."

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The Pizza Game

Chapter 2:Easier Said Than Done

Ao3 link

Chapter Summary: Various times pizza is mentioned in the first few years of The Pizza Game (This is counted as 1 of the 5 things even though its multiple events, but most of them are short)

Words: 4k (i dont remeember the exact number and I'm doing this from my phone at the moment) This is the longest chapter

“Hey, what did this building used to be?” Raph asked as he and Donnie waited to meet with the recon group in one of the various abandoned buildings. He thought it might be a warehouse, but the shelves didn’t look quite right, and the ceilings were too short for most of the warehouses he was used to.

“According to my maps,” Donnie tapped at his gauntlet, pulling up files “this used to be… a Big Chain Grocery Store.”

“Hey, do you think they have any frozen pizza’s left?” Raph’s face light up at the possibility.

“Raph. What happened to ‘Don’t think about pizza anymore’?”

“Hah, Sorry Dee,” he chuckled apologetically. “Guess it’s easier said than done.”

“Truer words have never been spoken. Besides,” Donnie returned to the Raph’s question, “all the stores got raided for everything a LONG time ago, and even if there WAS anything left… this place probably hasn’t had power in at least 3 years, and any food stored here would have gone bad even before that.”

“Dang, I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

“Still stinks though... Hey I think I see Casey and her recon team.”

---

“Man, I’m so sick of rat meat. I’d give up the next month’s worth of rat rations to have single slice of pepperoni pizza.”

“Awww, Mikey!! You’re not supposed to think about it! Now I want pizza too…” Raph moaned.

“Sorry Big Bro.” Mikey breathed with a dejected laugh.

“Hmmf!” Splinter crossed his arms and declared, “I don’t know why you boys are complaining! Rat is far more delicious than Pizza anyway!”

“You do realize how weird it is that you think that, right?” Donnie deadpanned.

“Wait, Mikey, you’re super magical, can’t you just like…. Make a pizza out of magic?” Leo asked.

“I can’t make something out of nothing!” Mikey’s muffled voice responded from where his face was planted into the table. “And I don’t know how to do that al- alcoh- no that’s not- alchemistry? The thing where you change one thing into another.”

“That would be ALCHEMY, Michelangelo.” Baron Draxum supplied from where he was sitting at the far end of the table.

“Yeah that.” Mikey pointed to Draxum without even lifting his face. “I can summon and briefly multiple or expand things, like with my chains. I can perform spells and open gateways, but I can’t even make a single slice of cheese.” He lamented.

Raph rubbed the shell of his dejected brother and thought.

“Can you summon a pizza?” That got Mikey to lift his head and Raph had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the incredulous look on his face.

“Can I SUMMON- you think- How would one summon-? That doesn’t even make-… Wait. Barry.” Mikey paused and turned to Draxum, “CAN I summon a pizza?”

“That would require either some plane of existence filled with pizza that you can summon from, or some other already existing ‘pizza substance’ to draw from, like how the roots I fight with are often ‘summoned’ from the existing plant roots in the ground.” Draxum explained without breaking his Thousand Yard Stare as he ate his food.

“Ah, boo” Mikey sighed dejectedly, his face once again squished onto the table, but just one side of it this time.

“It’s a shame that time travel doesn’t exist. Otherwise you could just go back and get a pizza that way.” Donnie stated while typing on his gauntlet. Raph couldn’t help but agree with him. Being able to go to the past to order pizza would be pretty nice.

“Oh, don’t be mistaken, Time Travel does exist.”

Everyone whipped their heads to look at Draxum.

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” Draxum winced at the suddenly explosion of voices from everyone in the room.

“THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE, IF TIME TRAVEL WAS POSSIBLE FUTURE DONATELLO WOULD HAVE GIVEN ME THE LOTTERY NUMBERS-“

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S REAL?!”

“WAIT CAN YOU TIME TRAVEL?! CAN I LEARN TO TIME TRAVEL?”

“WHY HAVEN’T YOU SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THIS BEOFRE YOU STUPID GOAT?”

“NOT ALL AT ONCE!” Draxum roared and rubbed his temples as the family stared at the Warrior Scientist for answers. “It IS possible time travel with either a time scepter or a time gateway. The scepter was most likely legend, and even if it was real, was destroyed centuries ago. A Time Gateway is the only confirmed way, but they are very difficult to create and usually require multiple powerful sorcerers in order to have enough power to create one.”

Mikey took a breath, but Draxum cut him off with an answer “No, I cannot time travel. I know the basic principles it works on, but, like I said, it can take multiple sorcerers. They teachings of how to open one are hidden away, I don’t even know where. Even if they were found, it is a dangerous act to make. You may end up lost in a broken timeline, or trapped in a time loop. And that is why I have not mentioned it before.” That last part was directed at Splinter, who only crossed his arms and glared back at him.

Everyone was silent as they absorbed the information. Raph didn’t understand a lot of the mystic stuff that Mikey and Draxum (and Sometimes Donnie) talked about, but if they said something was too difficult to do, he’d believe them.

But dang. Time travel would be nice. Maybe it could fix this mess.

“So only use time travel for pizza delivery as the last possible option. Got it” Leo quipped and it was enough to break the tension in the room.

Raph saw Donnie, whose eye had been twitching during all of Draxum’s explanation, suddenly smooth out his expression,

“So time travel is not feasible with magic, and I have obviously not created a technological way to travel, given that I never gave Myself the Winning Numbers-“

“Or, ya know, warned us about an apocalypse,” Raph interrupted. Donnie ignored him.

“- Then time travel functionally does not exist. So I was right.”

“Donnie. I love you. But shut up.”

---

Raph was in the middle of punching a krangified vending machine (at least that’s what he thinks it used to be, since it was shooting rotted bags and cans at him) in the face, when a voice came over the comm.

“Hey Raaaaaaaph, do you think gummy bears and salami slices would make good pizza toppings~?”

“What the-“ Raph dodged a tenacle that swiped at his head, “Leo??”. He summoned his ninpo around his arms and knocked the vending krang back 20 feet.

“-cause Mi- Mikey doesin think It’d be good, but Iiiiii think it’d be DELICOUS!”

Raph jumped and drove his sai into the monster, simultaneously lifting it, and threw it into a couple of other krangified appliances. The momentum pushed them all back into a decaying building which toppled onto the krang as they smashed through a support beam.

“Leo, are you drunk?” It wasn’t actually that strange of a possibility. They had accidently found out, through a couple of people who found an abandoned stash of alcohol and proceeded to get drunk on it, that the Krang didn’t want to (or maybe couldn’t) assimilate people that were drunk. It wasn’t an approved of method to fight (when you’re drunk, you’re sloppy and make mistakes. Also, they didn’t have enough alcohol around to supply everyone to be drunk all the time), but in an emergency, if someone knew they would not be overwhelmed with krangazoids, and only at risk of possibly being krangified, they could take some shots of alcohol, and be temporarily immune to krangifiaction until they could get somewhere safe.

Raph frowned. He knew his brother didn’t like that method, he tried to keep a clear head, so if he WAS drunk-

“NO, he’s NOT.” Ah, that was Mikey’s voice over the comm line. “He’s got a concussion and needs to stay dOWN RIGHT NOW-!” Oh, and that sounded like Dr. Delicate Touch. Thuds and the thwips of Mikey’s chains could be heard through the static.

“Mikey! Do you need backup?” He began to pull up the field map to see where they were.

“Nah, we’ll be fine as long as this bozo-“

“Heeeeey, I’m hurrrrrt, be nice to meeee” Leo whined in the background.

“-stays down while I finish off this last zombie”

“Well let Raph know if that changes, okay?”

“Will do.”

“Oh, and Leo, we are being nice! We’re not even going to yell at you for making us lose the pizza game!”

Raph laughed at the unmistakable sound of a raspberry being blown over the comm.

---

“Congrats, April!”

“I still don’t get why they voted ME to be in command of the New York area. Like, I’m honored of course but WHAT.”

“Well let’s see.” Raph began to tick off fingers, “You’re: Brave, a Skilled Fighter-“

“Have a strategic mind,” Leo added.

“Ready to jump into any battle, bat swinging!“ Mikey mimed swinging her bat.

“A Brillant mind compared to everyone except Myself,” Donnie said playfully, and April only lightly smacked his arm.

“A human, so other humans will listen to you,” Casey pointed out.

“But you also have years with the Hidden City population, so you’re a natural bridge.” Leo added

“And a beloved member of the Hamato clan!” Mikey cheered as he threw his arms up to gesture at the little group.

“Pretty sure that last one isn’t a factor for anyone except you guys” April said, but Raph could tell from the smile on her face that her family’s words meant a lot to her.

“Au contraire! They all know that the only person this crazy powerful, easily distractable bunch-” Donnie gestured at himself, his brothers, and Casey, “-are going to take orders from and listen to is you.” Don poked her in the forehead.

April shoved his hand away from her face with a smirk, and looked fondly at them all. “Thanks guys”

“HUG TIME!” Mikey declared, immediately wrapping his arms around her. Everyone else joined and Raph was able to reach around them all and gave a tight squeeze.

“Also no one else wants to do it, because it’s so much more busy work and planning” April mumbled from the middle of the hug.

“Boo! Way to kill the mood!”

“I mean it’s got to be better than working at Alberto’s, right?”

“I don’t know. At least then I got free pizza.”

“NOOO, not the forbidden food!”

---

“No Donnie, you can NOT make your new alert system pizza toppings!”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re supposed to try NOT thinking about pizza! This is just gonna make us think of it all the time!” Raph sighed at his genius brother.

Leo snuck up behind Donnie to get a closer look at the details of Donnie’s new naming system for the Base Alerts. Raph saw his eyes widen and he gasped.

“He’s got it set up so that HIS alerts aren’t pizza based! He’s trying to make US lose before him!” He shouted, affronted, into said brother’s ear.

“GASP! I would Never!” he lied, hand placed dramatically to his chest, and leaning away from the shouting brother.

“Change it.” Raph demanded, staring Donnie down so he wouldn’t back out.

Donnie starred back until it became too much and he began to squirm and exhaled “Fiiiiiine” dejectedly.

“It is your turn to ask a question, Raphael.”

“Hmmm… okay okay, if you had a choice of how to die, besides old age, how would you die?”

“Isn’t that a little morbid given this day and age?”

“No it’s not, because of this day and age. Answer the question.”

“Ugh fine…. “

It was a rare moment of calm, the Krang having not made any advancements in the last few days and the Resistance was using the time to shore up defenses and rest.

The Hamato clan had decided to use this time to for a little family bonding and game night which mostly consisted of 20 questions.

“Hmmmm, probably in some embarrassing way. Like tripping on a rock and hitting my head” Leo stated after a moment.

Mikey raised an unbelieving eyebrow, while Donnie and April looked at each other to see if they heard correctly.

Raph’s jaw dropped as he huffed a laugh, “Leo the question was how do you WANT to die, not how you think you’re GOING to die.”

“Dear brother, you think I’m NOT going to die an awesome and heroic death?” Leo asked dramatically while the rest of his family laughed.

“Nope” Raph popped the p sound. His family laughed even harder.

Mikey calmed his laughter and managed to wheeze out, “wait wait, so Leo you really want to die in a stupid and mundane way?”

The rest of the siblings all stifled their laughter as they listened to his answer.

“Yeah, I am serious. Look. We are surrounded by death, most of which is tragic and sometimes heroic. I hope we get out of this mess and we get such peaceful times that the only way to die (minus old age) is in the stupidest way possible.” Raph and the rest of his family mulled the answer over in their heads. Yeah, he could see why that would be nice.

“And besides,” Leo continued, “No one will be able to be sad, when someone dies from tripping over their own feet!” Leo smirks as everyone breaks into laughter again. (later Raph would think about it more, and realize that, yeah, there were surrounded by death and sadness, Leo would not want everyone to be more sad. Leo always liked to joke, so of course we would want people to laugh).

“Well I fully intend to go out in a BLAZE OF GLORY TAKING ALL MY ENEMIES WITH ME!” Cassandra exclaimed, standing up and posing by the end of her statement. Everyone cheered and clapped for her.

“I expect to be taken out by one of my own inventions.” Donnie stated.

“Again, the question is how you WANT to die, not how you will-“

“HUSH HUSH HUSH. I refuse to be undone by anything other than my own brilliance. End of discussion. Angelo?”

“Hmmm… you said old age is not an option?”

“Correct.”

“Well then, I’d say,” the littlest turtle paused, assembling his words, “I’d like to just… melt into magic.”

“What do you mean Mikey?” Raph tilted his head, genuinely curious as to what he meant.

“I mean, sometimes when I’m casting spells or meditating, I can Feel all the innate mystic energy around all of us, and it’s just SO HUGE, and it’s calm! And I just think, I could melt into it like becoming stardust. Just become pure mystic energy and join all of it around me,” Mikey explained staring off into the distance like he was seeing the mystic energy he was just talking about.

Raph felt like he could see what he was talking about “Gotta say that does sound pretty cool.”

Hums of agreement came from Leo and April.

“Scoff” came from Donnie before he got a pillow to the face from April.

“Don’t act like you don’t love your mystic weaponry Mr. I’m-going-to-get-myself-blown-up-by-my-own-tech!” Donnie pushed the pillow back at her.

“I’ll have you know that while I have accepted that my mystic powers enhance my tech, I have no desire to be completely consumed by the mystical energy. Miguel can have that all to himself.”

“Pfff, thanks Donnie.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Okay April. Your turn.”

April hummed as she hugged the pillow she had previously shoved in Donnie’s face.

“I dunno. I try NOT to die or think about dying. Guess I’ll agree with Casey. If I’m going down, I’m gonna take as many bad guys with me as possible.”

“HELL YEAH!” Casey gave her an enthusiastic high five.

“Even when you’re 90 and using a walker?” Leo snarked

“ESPECIALLY when I’m 90! I’m using that walker to take ‘em out” She mimed swinging with the pillow and “accidentally” smacked Leo in the face, causing everyone to once again burst into laughter.

“Okay Raphael, everyone else has answered, now it’s time to answer your own question.”

“Easy. Poisoned Pizza Puffs.” Raph answered smugly.

Three bothers looked varying levels of flabbergasted, Casey looked confused, and April shouted “Dangit! I’ve lost the game now!”

Raph remained smug even as the pillow was thrown in his face. Everyone else groaned at the realization that they had also lost.

Mikey recovered the fastest, “Wait, wait wait. You never even ATE those pizza puffs!”

“Exactly! You guys ate them and said they were so good, but I was the smart one and didn’t want to DIE from POISON. So! If I get to choose how to die, I’d like to try those pizza puffs that you thought were so good.”

“I’d like to change my answer,” Leo held up his hand like a student waiting to be called on, “I want to die by poison pizza puff too”.

“Too late!” Raph threw the April’s pillow at his brother, who fell backward dramatically with the momentum, “you’ve already chosen to die in a stupid way”

“Didn’t you tell us then that eating poison WAS stupid?” Leo asked, slightly muffed by the pillow. “And can I stop being hit with pillows please?” he asked as he began to sit up.

“Nope!” Mikey chirped as he pushed Leo back down.

“What are these Poison Pizza Puffs, you speak of?” Casey asked, still looking confused.

Raph sighed as he began the story, “So one day-“

---

“RAPH! Ohmigosh! Look at this old photo I found! LOOK LOOK LOOK!” Leo chanted, shoving something in his face.

“Leo,” Raph scolded, “Raph can’t see what yer holding that close to my face!” He gently pushed his brother’s hand back until he could see the photo.

It was a group photo of Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Pops and April. They were all smiling and April was holding some books.

“Oh WOW,” Raph breathed as he took it in, “that is old! Isn’t that when we celebrated April getting into college? Man, that was forever ago.”

“I think so, that or it was after her first week there I think.” Leo said, looking at the photo again, holding it gently. “I’m gonna keep this!” Leo declared before placing the photo carefully into one of his belt pockets.

“Okay, Leo, you do that,” Raph chuckled. It’d probably be lost within a week. Not that Raph doubted his brother, it was just hard to keep track of things (especially small, paper things) in the apocalypse.

Raph went back to packing away the few clothes they had managed to keep through all the years of moving from place to place. They’d found a new compound that was bigger and more defendable, and it was moving day.

Raph held the soft and worn fabric of his black and red ninja suit in his hands.

“Do you think we should change the symbol for our clan?” He brushed his thumbs over the divided circle.

“What? I mean. You’re head of the clan now, so the final decision would be yours. But why would we change it?” Leo asked curiously, head turned from where he was packing his own belongings.

“Well it’s just…” Raph scratched at the back of his neck and avoided looking Leo in the eye. “it looks like. Like a…” Leonardo arched an eye-ridge. Raph sighed, “… it looks like a pizza and it makes me hungry.”

Leo looked confused for a second before something passed over his face and he stared into the distance.

“Leo?” Raph questioned, confused by his reaction. “Don’t tell me you never realized it looked like a pizza!”

“No no,” Leo shook off the stunned look, “I always thought it looked like a pizza, but- but I haven’t thought that in a while, and I, ohmygosh, RAPH, for a second I forgot what pizza looked like!”

“WHAT?!”

Two minutes later, Donnie walked in on his two brothers crying on the floor.

“Whaaaaat is happening?”

“WE’RE FORGETTING WHAT PIZZA LOOKS LIKE,” Leo wailed.

“Ah, so you two are just being dramatic- AH DANGIT! You guys made me lose my streak! I was almost up to seven months without thinking of it!”

“Sorry Dee.” Raph sniffled.

“I’m not. Suffer with us” Leo countered.

---

“CASEY YOU’RE BACK And… What the shell is that?” Raph ran to his friend who had been absent for a week, but slowed when he saw the bundle in her arms.

“That would be a child-“ Donnie stated as he joined them.

“Why do you have a kid?” Leo asked, perplexed.

“Are they lost?”

“Where’s his family?” Mikey and Raph asked one after the other.

“He is Mine!” Casey said proudly.

“Casey. Casey Casey Casey.” Leo stated, and Raph saw his eye twitch ever so slightly, “I know it hasn’t been that long since we’ve seen you, HOW THE F-“

“Did you steal this child?” Donnie interrupted as he squinted at her.

“Just… WHAT.” Raph did not understand what was happening.

“Meet the next greatest warrior this world has ever seen!! Casey Jones Junior!!” Casey announced and held out the small child.

“WHAT?!”

“JUNIOR?! HOLY PIZZA SUPREME!”

“AAAAA YOU MADE ME LOSE THE GAME”

“SORRY I WASN’T EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT, IT JUST CAME OUT!”

“HOW ARE YOU GUYS ARGUING ABOUT PIZZA WHEN CASEY HAS A CHILD?!”

“OHMIGOSH, you guys!! We’re UNCLES!!!”

---

Raph walked between buildings in the cool air of the night. They normally didn’t patrol so close to the base (because anything this close was supposed to be safe), but one of Donnie’s sensors kept detecting something. However, when he checked the cameras, nothing was there.

Raph had still been awake, kept up from stress of missions gone wrong and worry about future ones. The rest of his family (minus Donnie, ever the workaholic) was asleep. So, he volunteered to check out the area to see if anything was actually out there or if it was just a faulty sensor. He could also do with a walk in the (relatively) fresh air.

It was mostly likely just a rat or something that the delicate sensor was picking up, but too small to be seen on the screen. That or rats had found the sensor and tried to eat. It had happened once before.

But really, Raph was out there to make sure that there wasn’t a lose krangazoid roaming so close to the base. Or, a less dangerous but more annoying possibility, to make sure it wasn’t a couple of people goofing off in the dark.

Raph had been scoping the area for a few minutes and found nothing out of the place. He eventually worked his way to the sensor and as far as he could tell, with his limited knowledge of tech, it was fine.

So it must have been some kind of internal glitch then.

Raph was about to message Donnie when something changed in the air around him.

He quickly jumped into the shadow of the building closest to him, hands ready to grab his sais and peered from the darkness.

Everything was the same. Raph scowled and slowly stepped out of the shadow.

He didn’t hear anything. There was a small breeze, but not enough to cover whatever sounds an intruder or even a rat scurrying around would make.

He could see the empty and abandoned buildings that acted as a barrier for their base. Every crooked door and broken window was the same.

The air didn’t smell any different. It was the same kind of burnt dusty smell, like when they used to turn on the heater in the lair for the first time in months. Donnie probably knew why exactly it smelled like that, but Raph didn’t know. Probably the same reason the sky always looked like it was burning.

The sky had been clouded and smog filled since almost the very beginning of the invasion. And with most buildings no longer having power to light them up, it made the night darker. The deep darkness was the one of the few advantages out of the whole situation. It made it easier to sneak around unseen in the one continuous shadow. And shadows were a ninja’s best friend after all.

Raph stared at the building he had just hidden next to. It was the middle of the night and he carried no light with him. So why were there shadows separate from the rest of the night?

He turned to the sky, his eyes widened and his draw dropped.

Raph fumbled his communicator and contacted Donnie, “DONNIE GET THE OTHERS AND COME OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!”

30 seconds later a blue light was cast next to him and Donnie, April, Casey (who was holding Little Casey in one hand and her hockey stick in the other), Mikey, and Leo all came charging out of the portal, with clothes and hair rumpled from sleeping.

Whoops. He’d forgotten that most of them had been asleep.

“What’s going on?!” April said, her bat ready to swing at anything that moved.

“Raph did you find out what was tripping my sensor?! Where is it?!” Donnie’s rambled, eyes trying to scan everything at once.

“WHERE IS THE ENEMY?” Casey shouted, undeterred by the toddler on her hip, who looked unbothered by the loud voices.

“What’s going on?! Why are we outside?” Leo questioned, as he frantically looked around for a threat. Mikey was back to back with Leo, nunchucks spinning as he looked around.

“GUYS, GUYS! EVERYTHING IS FINE! Sorry for scaring you. And Leo! You’re not suppose to be using your portals again yet!” Raph scolded. Leo’s mystic powers had taken a hit a few weeks before, and Draxum had NOT cleared him for the use of portals yet.

“It was the easiest and fastest way to get us all out here” Leo shrugged off the concern.

“Yeah, Donnie woke us all up saying you needed us!” Mikey accused while still looking around to assess the situation.

“Yeah, care to explain what we’re all doing out here?” April asked when she saw there was no immediate threat.

“OH YEAH” Raph said excitedly as he remembered why he called them all out here. “Raph just thought you all might like to see this.”

Raph turned and pointed at the object in the sky.

He heard the quiet gasps and breaths of his family as they realized what they were looking at.

The moon.

The big beautiful moon that was probably just a day or two off from being a full moon. The smog and clouds had broken and cleared just enough to show its beauty.

“Wow,” April breathed.

Leo sucked in a breath and Mikey squealed, “OHMIGOSH!”

“The shifting light and shadows from the moon must be what tripped my sensor,” Donnie whispered. Raph expected him to be typing the information into his gauntlet, but his hands were still as he continued to stare at the moon. Raph smiled.

They all stared at the moon in wonder for a moment before the sleepy voice of Little Casey spoke up.

“Whas that?”

“That my little warrior, is the Moon.” Big Casey answered him.

“Da moon?”

“The moon, yes”

“… What’s a moon?”

“The Moon, Casey Jones Junior, is the only natural satellite of Earth. It has a 27.3 day orbit of Earth, and whose gravitational pull creates the tides of the ocean. It is made mostly of Calcium-rich plagioclase feldspar igneous rock, with a core made of iron and nickel and was formed approximately 4.53 Billion years ago. The light you’re seeing is actually a reflection of the sun bouncing off the surface.” Casey Jr blinked at the purple turtle.

“okay” He still looked a little perplexed by the ball of light in the sky that was slowly being covered by clouds once again, but his eyes still sparkled.

Raph smiled at his family, all here and taking in a peaceful view of the moon. He let the negative thoughts and stress of the apocalypse fade from his mind. They were here, and together and he couldn’t be more grateful and filled with joy as they stood in the moonlight which had been hidden for so long.

Raph began to hum.

“Raph? What are you-“

“When the moon hits yer eye like a big pizza pie” he sung.

“no no the line is like a big Piece OF Pie”

“what are you talking about it. It is definitely Pizza Pie.“

“Dangit guys now I’m hungry AND you made me lose the game.”

“Alright, everybody back inside. It’s late and I’m FREEZING. I’ll see if we can get anything warm to eat quick before going back to Bed, and try NOT to think about pizza.”

“Aye Aye Commander O’Neil!”

“Yeah, we kinda suck at the whole, don’t talk or think about pizza thing, huh?”

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jesytr · 2 months ago

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NPC GUIDE LIST

( master - list of all the who's who in harley's world. they can and often will be featured in my threads. However I will not force her daughter on anyone who rps as the joker, nor her oc son on any batman and instead will only include them upon request since I have some anxiety with that. )

Lucy Quinzel : often portrayed as a hyper active fun loving tongue and cheek little girl. she will most likely range ages in threads. her father figure is unknown. ( *. Note : though if I stick closely to the comics version of HQ with your muse her father is the Joker ) or at least just not ever mentioned by Harley. just as someone who goes by the name " Jack Napier. " she was exposed to trauma young. experiencing loud gunshots from living in bad neighborhoods and exposed to gang leaders. almost being kidnapped when Jack brought her along to a set up by rival gang organizations when she was five years old. Harley feared for her daughters life so at the age of six she took her out of school and sent her to her aunt's to be raised until she could become a legal adult. while growing up Lucy develops mental illnesses like PTSD and hallucinations. But those develop in her teenage years.

Theodore Wayne: Theo was a surprise child that ended up on harley's doorstep one day as a seventeen year old telling her he came from the future. Apparently he loses time with Harley in the future and to get it back he time travels back in time. Assertive, popular, a jock and a bit of a weirdo he takes on traits of his mother as well as his father Bruce Wayne. He follows his father down the path of heroes after he gets straightened out of being a bully at school.

Delia Quinzel: Dee Dee is the sister of Harley and the aunt of her kids as well as the adopted mother of Lucy. she lives in uptown Gotham City in a nice upscale home. Often times she is too busy with work to watch over Lucy at home, but it wasn't like that when Lucy was younger. She has maids and butlers who keep track and care for the teenager in her absence. She tries to spoil her and keep her out of trouble but often times doesn't catch her when she does something she shouldn't. Dee Dee is on a strict rule by Harley to not tell Jack Napier ( comic = or the joker ) that she has his daughter and to keep her hidden. She has passports and extra cash on her on the off chance she needs to move at any given warning.

Bud and Lou: The two precious baby boys of Harley's. Toothy grinned and cackling hyenas that Harley has raised since birth. she was gifted them from Jack Napier ( Note * if comic HQ she raised them with the Joker ). they are adorable but able to listen to commands and often times commanded to attack people and to scare intruders off. Harley likes to spoil them in treats as well as keep things that remind her of them. Like portraits of them in silly cartoon drawings or coffee mugged hyenas. Unfortunately since they grew up with BOTH Harley and Jack they love both of them and get excited when they see Jack. Even if Harley would prefer they ignore him after their break up.

Jack Napier: considered to be her ex he'll only appear in threads if it calls for it. Jack is mysterious and never fully described as I'd prefer him to stay a mysterious force in harley's life. He's ruthless and runs in the wrong crowds. He introduced Harley to gang organizations and got her in too deep with the law. (. *. Note : he's loosely based off the joker as a sortve joker figure without actually being the joker completely. )

#npc master list

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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That's a devilishly exciting chapter, Brummie!

I must say that the deep dive into the past is so well-crafted that it reconciled me with the "time travel" trope. One of the very first comments I want to make is how you always managed to involve different characters from the show in your story and that is something I particularly enjoy. While the focus was more on Arthur in Hopelessly Devoted, the fact you leave room for Ada (and Michael from what I've seen so far) is sincerely enjoyable. All her interactions with YN was soo so so great, I could imagine this happening in canon. She made me cackle when she gently teased her for rehearsing her speech. Also, the two colleagues are just pristine, I absolutely adored their interaction and I love the fact they were not bullies but rather served to introduce the already weird relationship Tommy establishes between YN and him. I have to say that Ethel and her swearing habit has all my love!! (on a side note I'm going to smack John and Arthur's head. Come on boys, Polly didn't teach you to be that dumb around women. Heaven gonna scold her husband. This quote "Don't mind twiddle dee, twiddle dum and god knows whatever John is" was hilarious though.)

" Not even one full bloody day." What Ada says here is a bit worrying because it implies that it's not the first time. I wonder if she suspects something considering Lizzie's departure -- which makes me so curious, I wonder if Tommy hurt her in one way or another. The whole interaction with Mr Shelby himself felt quite relaxed, and I knew it was just the calm before the storm. What made me squeal is the attention you give to details and body language, I live for this. As a non-native speaker, it makes the whole story so realistic that I can't help but be in awe in front of your descriptions. I mean "as he leaned down igniting the lighter, watching as the orange glow cast a shadow on your plump lips as you cupped the flame." tgedkgnjdbj this is just perfect.

Finally came the stalking arc. When introducing the topic I knew it was Tommy, and the fact the readers is aware of this detail contrary to the character offers a terrifying sense of anxiety. You did such an incredible job in that scene in which YN is observed through her window. What a nightmare!! It was one of my worst fear when I lived with my parents since their house is a single-story accommodation with an open garden devoid of gates. "She was not like the others, he mused as he watched the sleeve from her nightgown fall from the curve of her shoulder, his lips parting at the enticing movement that only exposed more of the delicate skin that was beckoning him to her. Why would she leave her curtains open if she didn't want him to be seen" THIS. This whole part got me wincing.

I am hooked honey!! You've got a knack for dark!Tommy: you paint a nauseating and creepy portrayal of him, which never fails to make us obsessed too teehee. Can't wait for the next chapter

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Don't Fear The Reaper (Part Two/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: It's September 1923 and your first day working at Shelby Company Limited Offices. Hired by Ada Shelby after the unforseen departure of her brothers previous personal secretary you are yet to meet your new boss, the notorious gangster of Birmingham, Thomas Shelby. But with new beginnings comes new threats, one your colleagues warn you stalks the streets of Small Heath, his recently hushed prescenece still strong enough to keep the women of the towns fearful guard up. And fearful they should be, for he has set his sights on someone new.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, stalking, obsessive behaviour, supernatural themes, dark romance, manipulation of time, dark!tommy (This is a dark series with heavy potentially triggering undertones, please read the warnings before continuing)

September 1923...

" Thank you for this opportunity Mr Shelby. Fuck, right...Thank you for giving me this position in your...your..." You huffed losing your words as you walked down the cobbled streets in the direction of Shelby Company Limited Offices reciting under your breath what exactly it was you was going to say to the man that had given you a position as a secretary in his offices, the same man you had yet to meet. You couldn't believe your luck when a Miss Ada Shelby entered your granddad's blacksmith a few weeks back in search of his expertise to fix a unusually dented cast iron kettle that she had savaged at an auction, in tow offering you a new leap at life and an opportunity to pave your own way in the world of work. Not only was Miss Ada delightfully charming she was as equally curiously minded as yourself, occupying you with a plethora of questions as to how it was you ended up in Small Heath, or as she lovingly referred to it, a muddied dump of misfits and degenerates. After three cups of tea and a slice of soggy Victoria sponge cake you had made the previous day with more eggs than essentially necessary you both sat in the corner of your grandfather's forge as you nattered the time away, delving into each others lives as she waited for the indenting of her newly cherished kettle. Your own life seemed a far cry to Ada's exciting escapades. Yours being one in search of escape from the unhappy memories of the past and a new meaning to life after the death of most of your family during the war. You knew of the Shelby's through your granddad of course, albeit through the briefest of rundowns of information anyone could have possibly received having lived the majority of their life away from the smoke and factories of Birmingham. The sweetest if not the greatest grandparent life could have bestowed upon you, always concerned for your wellbeing. But a notorious man of very few words. And when he did speak it was in unintelligible riddles, not exactly the most ideal informant in a town as reputable as Small Heath. His exact words in regard to the Shelby's..."They've avoided more time in his majesty's pleasure as far as anyone north of John o' groat's" The gist of it, they're possibly the most hardened criminals in the country well overdue a lengthy stay in the local prison. But they were not just any criminals, they had amassed a wealth and power well beyond what anyone would consider possible. A true embodiment of rags to riches, all at the hands of one mastermind conspirator, Thomas Shelby Ada's brother. The very same brother that happened to be in need of a new secretary for his growing empire. " Thank you for this position as secretary in your Offices Mr Shelby" you said as you looked in the reflection of the buildings window as you straightened your dress out when you felt two hands suddenly rest on your shoulders, shocking you out of the silent ramblings that had taken up space in your overcrowded thoughts.

" No need to rehearse a speech, you've already got the job" Ada said as she spun you around to face her, a friendly smile welcoming you along with a playful wink.

" Shit Ada, you scared me" you replied holding your hand to your chest as you stood before the elegantly dressed Shelby sister.

" Stop fretting would you. Like I said, the jobs all yours, all you have to do now is turn up" she added as she pushed your locks over your shoulder, a smile creasing the corner of her mouth as she took in the endearing effort you had made to look sophisticated yet professional as you entered what was for all intents and purposes a man's world. As Ada once said..." You need a pair of balls and tough skin to work in this field, that and turn blind eye on a daily if now hourly basis. So it's a good thing we have a pair of them just as much as men do, if not a bigger pair"

" I'm not fretting, I just...I don't want to mess this opportunity up, and god knows I've perfected the art of that" you replied turning back to your reflection in the glass window as you pinched your cheeks in attempts to give them a rosier glow and not the washed out colour of little sleep they were currently exhibiting.

" Enough of that" she said swatting your hands away. " Anymore pruning and my brothers well, they'll...well you dont want to know" she trailed off not wanting her new friend getting caught up in their shenanigans. She knew you was serious about the job, and she was intent on you keeping your focus solely on that before one of her three older brothers took it upon themselves to show you the "Good life". " Ready?" she nodded her head to the door as you turned to look at your reflection one last time when something or rather someone caught your eye. Squinting further into the glass your eyes focused in on a woman behind you on the opposite side of the street silently watching you as a man dressed in black stood behind her, his hand cupping her shoulder as he whispered into her ear, both faces blurred by the weathered glass but familiar, eerily familiar. " Y/N?" Ada questioned as you turned around to see that the couple had all but vanished.

" I..I swear I could have just..." you stopped as you turned back to look in the glass, void of anyone else but your own reflection, suddenly feeling like you had been seeing things. Had you been seeing things? "...never mind" you relented as you recomposed yourself, turning your back on whatever tricks your exhausted mind was attempting to deceive you with.

" Come on nervous Nelly" she said with a smile as she opened the door to the offices. "Tommy was quite impressed with your lengthy experience of accounts and single handedly turning your granddad's chaotic paperwork and list of jobs into something more manageable in all but a few weeks" she remarked as you walked ahead of her down the dimly lit corridor, the clicking of your heels on the brick floor resonating through the cramped passage before you suddenly came to a halt at the door.

" Wait, Ada. Tommy, I refer to him as Mr Shelby, right?" You clarified worried you'd become the bumbling newcomer miss naming people before what would be considered socially acceptable.

" Yes, and by god it stays that way" she replied as she pushed the door open and ushered you forward.

"Stays that way? What do you mea..." You replied when Ada scooted behind you, holding you by the arms as she presented you to the three people now staring back at you.

" Alright ladies, this is Y/N. Tommy, Mr Shelby's new secretary" she announced to the room gently nudging you forward into a lion's den of three pairs of beady eyes watching your every move. " Betsy and Ethel" Ada introduced you as you slowly took a step forward feeling like the new kid in school that had been dragged up to the blackboard to recite their whole life in front of a sea of students gawking at you like you were the latest exposition at the circus. " And this is Polly" Ada finished as she perched herself on the edge of her Aunt's desk.

" So you're the new girl " Polly stated looking up from the paperwork in her hand as her eyes bored into you, curiosity further picking her interest as to what it was that brought you to Small Heath, not that she didn't already know everything about you.

" Well I'm glad we found someone new. Lizzie the last girl just upped and left the selfish mare" Ethel huffed as Polly stood up and showed you to your desk, her insistent stare softening into one of pity at your fumbling nervousness and shaky hands. Nobody wants to be the new girl.

" Alright ladies let's not bore her with past office politics" Ada said as she flicked through the file on Polly's desk, her eyes rolling at the mountain of work that had to be done since Lizzie's impromptu departure.

" Just saying, she could have given us the courtesy of letting us know in a timely manner she was leaving before dumping the shit tonne of bloody work on us she hadn't bothered to effing finish"

" My Ethel, for a moment there I thought you'd turned a page and stopped using every profanity known to man each time you opened your mouth to speak" Polly said arching her brow with a small smirk of amusement on the corner of her lips when the door opened at what you could only assume was your boss came storming through with two men following behind, the youngest eyeing you up with a tooth pick in his mouth that looked dangerously close to making it's way down his throat.

" Ethel" the youngest winked in her direction, a cheeky grin dimpling his face as you abruptly bolted up from your seat expecting to go through the formalities of greeting your new boss.

" Sit down love. He's not the king of England, as much as he'd like to think he is" Polly said gently pushing on your shoulder as your slumped back down into your seat, your face filling with embarrassment at your blundering display of readiness.

" New secretary ay?" Arthur said quietly to his brother as he strode beside him, one hand causally sitting in his trouser pocket jostling his loose change around as the other smoothed down the edges of his moustache.

" Good luck getting any work done with that distraction" John commented under his breath their way as he walked ahead, his brothers words enough to lure Tommy's attention and finally look in your direction. Don't fuck this up Y/N, don't fuck this up... you mentally mumbled to yourself as his stare lingered on you for an uncustomary amount of time before a hushed comment to his brothers left his lips and a burst of sniggers and laughter ensued from within the office as he closed the door. Fuck sake, did you have something on your face? Did you look like a child trying to play with the big boys? It was when you stood for attention like a complete idiot wasn't it? Shit.

" Don't mind twiddle dee, twiddle dum and god knows whatever John is" the matriarch to family quickly put your mind to rest as she nodded her head to Tommy's office. A pretty face had captured their attention and they were no doubt doing what men do best, being dicks, or rather thinking with their dicks... Polly thought to herself as she mentally took note to remind her three nephews to refrain themselves from looking like complete immature prats the next time they were in the presence of the fairer sex.

It had been an hour since the start of the working day and Polly had busied you with the back log of work that needed to be done. An easy task of copying and correcting copious amounts of files onto the typewriter. A tiresome but welcome distraction from the impending meeting you was yet to have with your new boss. That was until a loud voice sounded through the building capturing your otherwise distracted attention.

"Ada, bring the new girl in" Tommy called out from behind his desk.

" Does he have to shout like that?" She commented with an irritated huff as she turned back to her Aunt. " He does possess the ability to get off his royal ass once in a while before summoning us" she grumbled ignoring her brother as she turned her attention back to signing the document in front of her.

" Ada!"

" Jesus bloody Christ!" she huffed once again as she stood up, throwing her pen on her desk as she turned back to face you with a sympathetic smile at the one of many joyous personality traits of her brother you had just witnessed and undoubtedly would encounter again. Straightening the creases out of your dress you stood up in a hurry as your two giggling colleagues, Ethel and Betsy eyes followed your flustered state. " Hey" Ada said holding you by your elbow before you both entered the office. " If I was to tell you that when he was a boy he'd make Arthur religiously check for ghosts in his wardrobe every night before going to sleep would that make you less nervous?" She asked with a mischievous smile on the corner of her lips as your own face that had been taut with anxiety finally relaxed after hearing that despite his intimidating presence your new boss was human after all.

" Miss Y/L/N" Tommy greeted you as he stubbed his cigarette out into the glass ash tray on his sprawling wooden desk. " It is Miss, no?" He clarified as you nodded your head in response, the rolling of Ada's eyes not going unmissed by her brother as he strode towards you.

" It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Shelby"

" Tommy, you can call me Tommy. First name basis seems appropriate since we'll be working so closely together. Wouldn't you agree Y/N?" He said with a soft smile that caught the corner of his lips as Ada stood behind you shaking her head in disapproval at her brother's inability to keep things professional with anyone he had suddenly taken a liking to." Thank you Ada, you can leave"

" Not even one full bloody day" she mumbled under her breath crossing her arms as she sauntered out the room, hoping to high heavens that you had your wits about you.

" Please, take a seat " Tommy gestured to the chair in front of his desk as he hitched his trousers up and sat down, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair as he watched you pull nervously at the ends of your sleeved dress. It may have only been a mere two minutes, but the silence was deafening one he seemed comfortable with whereas you could barely stand it. Was he waiting for you to speak?... you thought to yourself as you brain scrambled to come up with something to say. " I was..."

"I want to thank you for..." you replied wide-eyed realising you had cut him off, your cheeks going an embarrassing shade of your less than favourite root vegetable, beetroot. " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt"

" Go on, you was saying " he replied gesturing with his hand as he lent back into his chair, watching as you rolled your thumb along the inside collar of your dress, easing the pressure of its tightness from your heated skin and the sweat that had gathered there from the nervousness enveloping you.

" I want to thank you for this opportunity, Mr Shelby...Tommy. I'm a hard worker and I will do my up most to fulfill your every expectation of what a secretary should be" you said as you looked up from your fidgeting hands.

" I don't doubt you will" he replied as another small silence descended on the room and you watched as he ran the side of his forefinger across his bottom lip back and forth, his eyes remaining locked on you as your own darted to anything but him. God, was he always this intense? This was a test, wasn't it? He was trying to see if you'd crack under pressure, under the pressure this job would undoubtedly demand, right? "I was quite impressed with your resume" he suddenly remarked shocking you out of the endless questions ticking in your brain as he picked up your file and came to sit on the edge of the desk next to you, his knee pressed against your outer thigh as he flicked though the folder. " Five years working as an accountant and assistant for Lembroch and Co in North London" he said closing the folder, dropping it In front of you on the mahogany wood. " Now that is some endurance. Anyone who has spent working half a decade for that grumpy old bastard has my sympathy" he smiled to you as you welcomed the ease in tension with a small laugh and smile of you own. " But enough of that, tell me about yourself Y/N' he asked as he reached into his pocket pulling out a silver case of cigarettes and offering you one.

" I'm afraid there's not much to say" you smiled as your hand reached to pull out a neatly coiled cylinder of tobacco from within the case, the tips of your fingers briefly grazing against his as you made your choice.

" I dunno about that" he replied as he leaned down igniting the lighter, watching as the orange glow cast a shadow on your plump lips as you cupped the flame. " Try me" he said as he flicked the lid of the lighter down in one single snap, watching as you inhaled the fumes and your eyes relaxed with satisfaction at the welcome relief.

" Well..." You said as you rubbed you thumb over the filter, clearing your throat as your eyes darted between him and the wall behind him, completely unprepared for his question. Did he not trust you? Surely he already knew everything about you considering his line of work and the importance of hiring workers he could rely on? And he did, all but the smaller things only you yourself could tell him, things he now wanted to know since having met you, seen you. "I've lived most of my life in London, down by..." You continued telling your life story up until the present day as Tommy impatiently smoked his way down to the end of his cigarette already knowing everything you had told him, everything but what he really wanted to know. Only one small matter he needed to clear up...for his own peace of mind of course.

" And what do you do in your spare time, you have friends here, a boyfriend?" he questioned his eyes darting down to your lips parting in surprise at the casual tone in question.

" Oh erm no, I've haven't been in Birmingham long enough" you replied taking one last drag of the cigarette between your fingers before resting it on the edge of the ash tray in front of you.

" Don't have a sweetheart waiting for you back in London then?"

" No. I don't need any distractions" you replied confidently, convinced he was trying to gauge how serious you was about the job in hand.

" Distractions eh? Is that what you ladies are calling us these days. I beg to differ, I'd be more inclined to say it's the other way around" he chuckled raising his brows as he watched the corners of your lips crinkle into a smile. "Well, you'll soon make friends here. My sisters already pretty fond of you, and I'm sure we'll all quickly follow in her sentiments" he said standing from the desk as you followed.

" I won't let you down Tommy" you said opening the door as he nodded in acknowledgement, watching the bottom of your dress sway back and forth with each step you took as you walked away.

" Now that I can believe" he quietly commented under his breath as he shut the door and walked over to his desk, his head tilting mischievously at your cigarette still burning in the glass tray. Resting it between his fingers Tommy sat down in his chair, slouching back as he rubbed his thumb over the stain your lipstick had left from your full lips. Raising it to his mouth Tommy took a long drag as he closed his eyes, his head resting on the back of his leather upholstered chair as he welcomed his own satisfaction. Satisfaction from what, or rather in finding what?

" Jesus fuck, it's getting cold and dark again" Ethel said as she wrapped her coat around her body as you and Betsy huddled next to her hopping from one foot to the other as you passed the cigarette around between the three of you, hoping it would warm you even if it was for the briefest of seconds as you stood outside the offices at the end of the day.

" Ethel Davis! Polly's right, you'd give any sailor a run for his money with your potty mouth" she reprimanded as a small giggle escaped your lips at their constant playful ribbing of eachother" And you're no better" she said turning to face you as Ethel grinned with amusement." You need a trip to confession following the string of profanities that left your mouth after your encounter with that typewriter" she laughed as she looked down at your hands and the black ink dotted all over them.

" I hate those bloody things" you huffed at the unfortunate event or fortunate to those in the office that burst into a fit of laughter at your flustered state as you wrangled with the ink that needed changing in your typewriter earlier that day.

" Ladies" Tommy said fixing his peak cap on as he walked out the door passing the three of you huddled together from the change in season. "Y/N" he added sending you a small smile that you eagerly mirrored before quickly catching your self and reigning in your overly friendly pleasantries before your own ribbing from your two colleagues began.

" Tommy already is it?" Ethel giggled as you turned around to face them.

" Don't you call him Tommy?" You asked scrunching your brow as you passed the cigarette to her.

" Not after one bloody day!" Ethel laughed taking a drag as she shuffled on her feet.

" Even now after two years of working for him he still corrects me" Betsy added as she rolled her eyes at the already fully smoked cigarette handed to her. " Ethel! I only had two puffs"

" Owh I'm sorry, I'm just so buggering cold!" she apologised dramatically as she put her arm around her friend. " Think he might already have a soft spot for you babe, you poor thing" she grinned as she hugged further into her friends fur coat, both of them now smiling at you like two annoying Cheshire cats.

" He's just being nice is all" you shrugged pushing a stone into the muddied ground with the tip of your shoe.

" If you do cosy up to him can you persuade him to spare us poor workers some extra time off?" Ethel teased as you shook your head, a friendly laugh of disbelief on your part as you turned to leave for home.

" Y/ n wait. Don't..don't you want us to walk with you?" Betsy said grabbing your arm as she suddenly scanned the area and anybody nearby.

" I'll be ok, I'll see you two tomorrow" you replied sending her smile when her grip on your arm tightened, restricting you from leaving without her.

" Y/N! It's not safe" Betsy insisted as you watched a sudden wave of panic wash over her face.

" It's alright Betsy, there's been no talk of it for a while now" Ethel gently reassured her friend as she removed her hand from you.

" Talk of what?" You questioned as you watched Ethel hush Betsy's worries and the tears now streaking her frightened face.

" Fuck, you don't know do you? You won't catch a single woman in Small Heath walking by herself when it's dark out" Ethel replied, realising you had no knowledge of the dealings the women of Small Heath had endured for the past six months.

" But why?"

" There's been a man following..."

" Say it right Betsy. Stalking. He's been fucking stalking" Ethel corrected her as your eyes widened at the unexpected information.

" Nothings happened yet so don't go and worry yourself on it too much" Betsy dispelled your fears in response to your sudden reaction.

" Other than that girl that ended up in the cut a few months back" Ethel commented under her breath as Betsy's head snapped to her.

" She fell Ethel. Stop telling tales!" Betsy said in attempts to reassure everyone only in the end realising she was trying to ease her own fears.

" Either way, he won't be getting me" Ethel said in a hushed voice as she lifted up her skirt pulling a small knife from within her boot.

" Please, let us walk with you" Betsy pleaded one last time as she reached for your hand.

" My place is only around the corner and my granddad waits by the window until I'm safely inside. I'll be ok, I promise" you assured her, not fully convinced her concerns were enough to even fret over. You was from London, encountering the unwanted happened on a weekly If not daily occurrence. You was street wise, or at least you thought you was.

" Ok...but you scream bloody murder if anyone even dares approach you, alright? There's enough police surveying this dump to hear you and come running" she said giving you a quick hug before she huddled up to Ethel from the cold again as they both watched you walk into the night.

Was this the plight of the women of Small Heath? Living in fear at the simple act of walking home. They were of strong stock, endured and lived through so many hardships with a fearless attitude. But this, this scared them.

Ok so your place wasn't just around the corner. But it was pretty close. You just didn't want them to worry...you thought to yourself as you headed for one of the bridges that hovered over the street , an uneasy feeling suddenly settling in your stomach as you stopped yourself from stepping another foot forward whilst you eyed up the overpass. You was thinking too much about it, Ethel and Betsy's worries had found their way into the very corner of your brain you had kept under lock and key since the war. You had passed under the same bridge countless times before, even later at night than it currently was...you reasoned with yourself as you started walking toward the bricked archway, your eyes solely fixed on the opposite side were the welcome dim hue of a street light ushered you forward into safety. Just a few more feet you reassured yourself as you clutched your hand bag into your side when you came to a halt and your eyes frantically widened at the dark shadow being cast on the wall inside the bridge. " I'll...I'll scream" you said aloud rather than the action itself Betsy had encouraged you to do into the night, silent to the empty street but you and whoever was lurking behind the wall. " Please, I don't want no trouble" you sobbed quietly as your bottom lip wobbled in response to the sudden surge of fear overtaking your body, feeling like at any moment your legs would buckle and give out when the large shadow grew two fold. How could you have been so brazen to think you could handle the treacherous darkness of Small Heath alone?...you cried to yourself as you took a step back when the heal of your shoe kicked a stone into the gutter beside you, the shadow now overtaking the entire wall in response as you lost your balance and fell backwards. "Fuck!" You breathed heavily, your heart rapidly pounding in your chest as you looked up at the starry sky shaking your head not only in relief but amusement. " You bloody scared me, you know that?" you said catching your breath as you stood up wiping the grit from your palms, picking out the minute stones that had managed to wedge their way into your skin as you eyed up the black cat in your path. " Not the luckiest thing to come across are you?" you said as you knelt down to stroke his head as he brushed up against your leg " But Luckier than whatever my brain was conjuring up" you said with a small smile as you stood up heading for home, mentally remembering to not let yourself be fooled again by silly gossip that for all you knew could be the result of the very black cat you had just encountered.

" Good evening Mr Shelby" a older man said tipping his hat in Tommy's direction as the black coated gangster blew a cloud of smoke into the crisp air, briefly acknowledging the gentleman's presence before returning his gaze back to what had been his sole focus for the past half hour. Stood across the street in the shadow of the brick wall he watched the golden glow from the upstairs window dance in front of his view as the woman he had been watching walked back and forth within her bedroom, finally coming to a stop in front of the small mirror sitting on the edge of the windowsill. Tommy watched intently as she gracefully collected her hair to one side into one large lock, brushing her fingers through the ends as she leaned in closer to her reflection. She was not like the others, he mused as he watched the sleeve from her nightgown fall from the curve of her shoulder, his lips parting at the enticing movement that only exposed more of her delicate skin that was beckoning him to her. Why would she leave her curtains open if she didn't want him to see he smirked as he stepped further into the darkness shielding his statue as a group of young men passing a bottle of whisky around walked by, their drunken boisterousness capturing both his and her attention and all but ruining the moment he has lost himself in. Throwing his cigarette to the ground Tommy turned on the heel of his boot into the dark of the alley way as his coat glided around the brick wall back into the cover of night.

" Alright up there?" Your granddad called down from the bottom of the stairs at the sudden noise of your mirror that was precariously leaning against your window came crashing down onto the wooden floors, shattering into hundreds of shards at the brisk movement of you closing your curtains.

" Yes, everything... everything's fine. Just being clumsy as usual" you said sitting on the edge of your bed, your hands either side of the plump mattress steadying yourself as a surge of panic rapidly scrambled up your throat at not only the seven years of bad luck you had just brought upon yourself but what you was sure you just saw. It was only for the briefest of seconds but you saw him, his face masked by the darkness of the night but the glint of his signet ring captured by the moonlight like the spark of a flame as he turned the corner making his presence known. He'd been watching you. An innocent bystander, or at worst just a peeping Tom...you quickly reassured yourself turning your bed stand light off as hurried to be under the comfort of your warm bed, your only true comfort for the night. Just a peeping Tom. Oh how those very words would come back to haunt you. An unchangeable string of a events had started, threatening not only your life but your very soul.

Next part coming soon!

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