#I pointed out to my dad that we opened the door in sync and I thought of this

[fishing-for-cod]

Gaz: You shoulda seen us! We were shooting in sync and everything.

Soap: Why were you guys in the sink?

Gaz: What?

Soap: You said you guys were shooting in the sink. Why the sink?

Gaz:

Gaz: Uh-

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i have this hc that the rest of the batkids are getting comfortable in going to Jason and Roy's place, and just know that Jason won't get mad because of Lian's presence.

[i promised myself i won't make the scenerios too long]

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Jason walks out the room to get some water from the kitchen, when he hears the kitchen cabinet open.

and viola, it's Tim and Steph opening a box of fruit loops cereal.

Jason, tries to keep his voice low: What in the actual fuckery are you both doing here in the middle of the night?

Steph, munching on some food, raises both of her hands: This was Tim's idea. I'm innocent.

Tim, shrugs: Lian said I could have some of her fruit loops.

Jason: I swear, Replacement, I'm going to-

Lian, walking from behind the counter, rubs her eyes: Don't be mad, Jayjay. I told Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph they could take some of my food.

Jason, frustrated at this point: Did you wake her up?

Tim and Steph both shake their heads.

Roy, from their room: Jaaaaaybird, let the kids eat!

Jason, sighing, takes Lian's hand slowly: Let's get you back to bed, Princess.

Lian, sleepily: Don't forget to add to the swear jar, Jayjay.

Tim and Steph laugh quietly by the time Jason and Lian disappear for their sights, and continue to eat.

---

at 5 in the morning, Roy shrieks from the hallway. Jason immediately goes out to check.

Roy, a hand on his chest: Damn it. Cass scared the living hell out of me.

Jason, raises his brow: Cass???

Roy points to the living room. Cass is sitting comfortably on the couch, still in her Black Bat suit, but cowl off. Lian has her head on her lap as Cass runs her fingers softly on her hair.

Cass looks up at the two men, but doesn't say anything. then smiles down as she sings a low lullaby to Lian.

Jason: Uh, I think it's best if we let her be.

Roy, nods: I agree.

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as Jason and Roy are getting comfortable on bed, Lian knocks on their bedroom door.

Jason: I already put her to bed. I think it's the chocolate milk, Roy. She gets a little hyper before bed.

Roy, getting up from his position, chuckles: Maybe munchkin got hungry. Again.

Jason chuckles with him, putting the blanket higher on his upper body.

Jason is not too sure, but he dozes off for a few minutes. and reaches for Roy on his side, but he isn't there. thinking, Lian did get hungry, he stands up from the bed and exits the room.

he should have just continued to sleep.

on the couch, there's Dick, still in his suit, a few bruises on his face and a bandaged leg, and Duke, on his suit as well, a few bruises on his face too, but no bandages whatsoever. Lian is sat between them as the three of them watch an animated show on the television.

Jason, standing a distance from the couch, crosses his arms on his chest: Last time I checked, this is supposed to be a private apartment for three people. This isn't a vacation home-

in sync, Dick, Duke and Lian shush him, their eyes glued on the screen.

Roy laughs from the kitchen.

Jason, approaches him: What's going on here?

Roy, wipes his hands on the kitchen towel: Lian let them in. Dick is injured-

Jason: Good.

Roy, pulls Jason close by the waist: Dick, your brother, is injured. I patched him up. Duke thought it was a good idea for them to stop by here to rest.

Jason: And they're ruining Lian's sleeping hours.

Roy, kisses his temple: It's a Saturday, Jaybird.

Jason, murmurs: Sure.

Roy, smiles: You're such a dad now.

Jason blushes, hiding his face on Roy's shoulder.

---

as Roy brings Jason on top of him, they hear Lian's loud giggles from outside their room.

Jason, looks down at Roy: I thought she's asleep already.

they both stand up to check on Lian.

and it's her and Damian on the living room floor, a kitten between them. the kitten is wrapped with Robin's cape.

Jason: Looks like the brat found another kitten.

Jason and Roy stare lovingly at the scene for a few minutes. Lian smiles brightly, patting the kitten gently. Damian is also smiling, caressing the animal on his arms.

[universefcb]

Hellooo!! Could you write something with Pau Cubarsí? Where he meets Y/N's family, and is terrified of her father and older brothers? But in the end everything turns out okay. Something fluffy and funny please hehe 🤭💓

↬❥ Mission impossible

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: He meets his family for the first time, but his brothers are protectors.

a/n: Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: No warning.

Today was a big day. Pau Cubarsí would finally meet his family. You were excited, but he... not so much.

“Baby, you’re freezing!” you said, holding his hands as you walked to your front door.

“I’m fine... just a little nervous,” Pau admitted, trying to hide it.

He had heard a lot about his family. His mother was a sweetheart, but his father and older brothers... well, they had a slight history of being overprotective. And Pau, despite being a fearless defender on the field, felt like this would be his toughest defense yet.

When they entered, their mother welcomed them with a warm hug.

“Dude! I finally meet you, darling! Y/N talks about you so much!” she said, smiling.

He smiled in relief. At least one positive point.

But then… they arrived.

His father and two older brothers walked into the room. Three tall men, arms crossed, with sharp gazes straight at Pau. The aura of intimidation was almost palpable.

“So you’re our sister’s boyfriend?” one of her brothers asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Yes, it’s me,” Pau replied, swallowing hard.

“You play for Barcelona, right?” his father asked, without looking away.

“That’s right, sir.”

“Good to know. Because if you do anything wrong with my daughter, we’ll mark you like a defender in a Champions League final.”

Pau almost choked on his own air. You had to hold back your laughter.

“Dad!” you complained, giving him a light shove.

But his brothers laughed, amused by the evident terror in their boyfriend's eyes.

“Relax, Cubarsí,” the other brother said, giving him a none-too-gentle pat on the back. “We just need to make sure you’re the right guy for our sister.”

Pau nodded quickly, trying to hide his panic.

“I promise I am. I like her a lot. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

His father and brothers looked at each other, as if they were considering his answer. You could have sworn they were holding back laughter.

After a few tense minutes, his father finally broke the silence.

“Well, then come eat with us. Let’s see if you can handle the family dinner.”

If Pau thought the worst was over, he was wrong.

During dinner, his brothers began a real interrogation.

“What is your intention with our sister?”

“Do you have any exes that still talk to you?”

“If my sister asked for your card, would you give it to her without hesitation?”

“Guys!!” you interjected, rolling your eyes. “You guys look like those annoying barbecue uncles!”

Pau smiled nervously and, with each successful answer, he received looks of approval. In the end, he was more relaxed and even laughing at some stories about his family.

When the night ended and you were leaving, your father finally gave a small smile and gave Pau a firm handshake.

“You passed the test, kid. But keep your eyes open.”

His brothers crossed their arms and nodded in sync.

Pau let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

“Thank you, sir. I promise to take good care of her.”

On the way back, you looked at him and laughed.

“See? It was peaceful.”

He stared at you in disbelief.

“Easy?! I thought I wasn’t going to get out of there alive!”

You laughed and grabbed his hand.

“Well, now they like you. Next time will be much better.”

Pau took a deep breath and smiled, finally relaxing.

“I hope so. Because honestly, I'd rather mark Real Madrid strikers than face your father again.”

You laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

“My hero.”

[cigsaftersuh]

૮ chef of the night ྀིა .ᐟ

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ㅡ my forever only.

the soft rustle of fallen leaves beneath your feet matched the gentle rhythm of your synced steps. jaehyun’s hand brushed against yours before his fingers quickly slipped between yours, a habit he was sure was instinct by now.

“you still feel weird about tonight?” he broke the silence first with a soft voice, glancing over at you as you walked. you looked up at him and smiled, shaking your head softly. “not anymore. i think you’re right, it is just another dinner, and i’m with you. it’s nothing new.”

jaehyun smiled back, his thumb lightly grazing the back of your hand. “good. i’m glad you’re not nervous anymore, dandelion. you always look so pretty when you’re not stressed.”

a soft laugh escaped you. “i don’t look pretty when i’m stressed?” you teased. he let out a soft laugh, his lips curling into a teasing grin. "oh, you definitely look something when you’re stressed," he said in between giggles.

you nudged him playfully, but before you could respond, you were already at the door of your childhood home. the warm aroma of the dinner you helped prepare greeted the two of you as you entered, and you were immediately greeted by your families.

your parents were already chatting with your in-laws, both families mingling comfortably. the moment they saw you two, a chorus of teasing and laughter followed.

“look at the newlyweds, all matchy-matchy,” your mom said, grinning ear to ear. “are you two planning to turn this into a fashion show?” your father-in-law chimed in, eyes twinkling with amusement. “you really do match perfectly.”

you and jaehyun exchanged a glance, and despite the teasing, you both couldn’t help but laugh. his arm naturally found its way around your waist as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “i think they’re just jealous of how cute we are together.”

“oh, definitely,” you replied with a playful grin, before turning to your parents. “we always match, on purpose, you know.”

“like we didn’t notice,” your mother-in-law said with a wink. your cheeks warmed, but the teasing didn’t bother you. it felt comfortable, like your marriage… full of love.

there was something about these moments, surrounded by both families, that made him feel even more grateful for everything you two shared.

your dad and father-in-law both exchanged amused glances. “i see we’ve got the chef of the night over here,” your father-in-law said, eyeing you with a grin. "everything smells amazing." “yeah, dandelion, you’ve got some real cooking skills,” jaehyun added, nudging you gently. “this all looks too good for just a regular dinner. i am so beyond lucky”

you felt a little shy at the attention but couldn’t help but smile. “it’s nothing, really. just helped out in the kitchen.”

you excused yourself to the kitchen, helping your mother bring today’s menu from pots to plates. you felt jaehyun’s gaze from across the dining room, and when you turned, you were met with a soft, affectionate smile that made your heart flutter. watching you move so easily in your own space, surrounded by family, filled him with a quiet pride and love that he didn’t bother to hide. he mouthed, “you’re amazing,” his eyes never leaving you, a warmth in his gaze that said more than words ever could.

dinner was served soon after, and the atmosphere was just as cozy as you’d imagined, despite the nerves eating at you. the conversations and laughter were proof that the night would be well enjoyed.

at one point, as both your parents brought up embarrassing childhood stories, he reached under the table to gently grab your hand, his thumb circling against your skin. "you really did make this perfect, you know?" he murmured softly, his eyes warm as they held yours.

it felt comforting, knowing that no matter how many dinners you’d have in the future, it would always feel as special each time.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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[oliveisme533]

part one: a really good dad

You had Ellie when you were 18 years old and the father was not the greatest. Surprise surprise… he wanted nothing to do with you and this new baby once he found out you were pregnant. Flash forward 10 years and you enrolled Ellie in a local soccer legue where she meets Sarah. Sarah and Ellie quickly become thick as thieves and naturally want to have play dates. Of course this means getting to know Sarah’s dad . It’s not long until the very handsome Joel Miller asks you on a date. You date for 6 months before he pops the question. Everyone thought it was too fast, everyone except for Ellie and Sarah (and you two of course) but you didn’t care. This little family of 4 was everything to you. 6 years later you’re still happily married to your Joel, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

It was late when you got home from work. Joel’s truck was already in the driveway and the girls should both be at home at this point. You open the front door with a sigh. “Hey mama” Ellie calls from the couch. You walk over to kiss her head “Dad’s upstairs with Sarah” she said without looking away from the television. You set your bags down on the kitchen counter, slipped off your heels and carried them up the steps. You dragged your body towards your bedroom, but on your way there you passed Sarah’s room. Joel lay in bed with her, one hand gently rubbing her back as she rested her head on his chest. It looked like she had been crying. “Well hey baby girl” you said softly as you stepped into the room. You met your husband’s eyes trying to gain any sort of intel. He mouthed the word “cramps.” Truthfully, you should have guessed. All the women in this house had long since synced up and poor Sarah always struggled with very intense periods. “You need anything, bug?” You asked as you gently tucked a curl behind her ear. She shook her head. You turned your attention to your husband and bent down to peck his lips. “I’ll be in in a minute sweetheart.” He assured you“Okay, I’m going to shower” “Without me?” Joel called teasingly. “Joel!” You warned from across the hall. Sarah slapped her dad’s chest. “Don’t be gross, dad.” Joel chuckled in spite of himself. “You act like a damn 22 year old boy.” You often told him.

As promised, by the time you were out of the shower Joel was in your bedroom. “Is that girl still down there playing video games?” You asked. Joel shrugged and retreated to the top of the steps. “Ellie..” “what?” “TV needs to be off in 30 minutes.” “Yes sir.”

“Long day?” He asked from behind you as you brushed your teeth. You nodded “yeah…I’m so fucking tired. Girls have an okay day at school from what you can tell?” Joel, who was now putting toothpaste on his toothbrush responded. “Yeah ‘course baby. We got good girls.” You smiled to yourself. “Yeah. We sure do.” You put your hand on Joel’s ass “what about you? You behave today.” Joel shook his head. “Nahuh” he still made you laugh after all these years. “Well I’m sorry to hear that. I hope tomorrow will be better.” The two of you climbed into bed wordlessly on your respective sides. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his warm chest as his arms wrapped around you. This was your favorite part of your nighttime routine. Joel rubbed your back as you melted into the mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were almost asleep- “no, I told you these are my shin guards I don’t know where yours are!” “I have a game in the morning just let me borrow them!” “We both have a game in the morning, Ellie! You need to find your own shit!” You and Joel both groaned. “Girls!” Joel called without moving from his current position. Moments later your bedroom door was opened by two grumpy teenagers. “Dad I told her- no I didn’t even try and take yours- that’s not what you said!” Joel held up his hand. “Enough! Both of you! Your game isn’t until 11 tomorrow. Ellie get up at a decent time tomorrow morning and find your shin guards and quit bickering with each other! Or if you’re going to do it, do it quietly.” You kicked Joel from under the blanket. “Never mind. Your mother says no fighting.” “You girls both need to get some rest, it’s been a long day. We love you.” You said to the girls. They muttered “good nights” and “we love you too” before closing the door again. Probably 20 minutes later you heard giggling coming from their rooms. You shook your head and smiled “sisters…You wouldn’t get it.” “You’re right. I certainly don’t get it” Joel responded. He resumed rubbing your back and you were asleep in minutes

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Joe’s POV

In your slumber, the two of you had detangled and were now sleeping on your own sides of the bed. The door creaked open and in tiptoed a hyperventilating Ellie. Joel sat upright. He was always the first to wake up…his wife was an incredibly heavy sleeper. “Baby, breathe, breathe. Com’ere” he stretched out his hands to his beloved step daughter. He didn’t see her that way though, he saw her as his own just as much as he saw Sarah as his own. Ellie had been dealing with these panick attacks for a couple of years. Joel pulled her in squeezing her tightly. This was the only thing that calmed her down. Joel wrapped his arms around his Ellie as he cood “shh s’alright baby girl. I’ve got you.” he straightened out her pajama shirt and gently rubbed her back. Damn…every poor woman in this house is falling apart tonight. Joel thought to himself. Ellie’s breathes were slowing with the firm pressure from Joel’s arms. Joel sat there with the girl in his lap, rocking ever so slightly. She nuzzled her face into his shirt. “Ya know I used to do this with Sarah too” Joel whispered. “Really?” Ellie whispered back. “Yeah only difference is, she was 6 months old not 16.” “Heyy” Joel’s chuckle rumbled through his chest “you know I’m only teasin’ baby, if my girls still need to be rocked when they’re 26 I’ll do that too.” He kissed Ellie’s head. “Cmon let’s get you in bed. Your mamas had a long day and I don’t want to wake her.”

In Ellie’s room Joel turned on the fairy lights that were strung around her bed. After tucking her in he handed her one of the stuffed animals he had got her probably years ago. “Mr. Bunny is awfully sad that he hasn’t been snuggled in awhile” Ellie rolled her eyes. “Dad I’m not 5” she took the stuffy anyway and tucked it under her arm. “Goodnight baby girl” he gently kissed her forehead and tiptoed from the room. On hard nights like these he always left her door slightly opened. Back in their bedroom Joel sighed. Now he was fucking exhausted. He left their bedroom door open too, in case Ellie needed them again. He looked lovingly at his wife who was still passed out cold. She deserved a good nights sleep. Hell, he deserved one too!

I’m not sure how many chapters I’ll write of this. I plan on making them so they can be read as independent stories :)

[papas-being-papas]

Where we are now

9 years came and went since Erron was first brought to the ministry. Terzo and his husbands were just now bringing him back from performing his first “show”. Mimicking his dad, he lip synced to “Circe” at his school talent show. His fathers could not be more proud of him. The group enters the ministry together, Omega holding the door open for his little family.  Alpha lifts the young boy off the ground with ease, “That’s my boy! You were amazing out there, just like your dad!” He announces with a smile as they walk through the ministry doors, more than a little eager to show off the home video Omega had taken. Erron laughs and playfully pushes away from Alpha, “Babbo, you’re embarrassing me.” He whines, the smile never leaving his face. “Ah, let your babbo hold you, figlio.” Terzo tells his son, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “He’ll only be able to do it so many more times, you are getting too big.” He reminds the boy. Though it was untrue, Alpha could lift Terzo without issue, Erron would not be growing too big to be held anytime soon if ever. Though at some point Terzo would get Alpha to stop lifting their son like that, maybe. 

Sister Imperator looks at the four from her seat on the couch, and almost catches herself smiling at them. Though she quickly cools her expression before speaking up, “I take it the show went well then?” Erron smiles excitedly, running over to Sister, eager to tell her all about the show, “It was awesome! You should have seen it, Sister! With the lights and everything!” He explains, his voice a little too loud for the quiet of the ministry. Terzo shakes his head with a fond smile as he sets his hand on his son’s shoulder, “I think we may have just gotten the perfect music video for Circe.” He says proudly, causing the boy to look up at him with wide eyes in amazement. He couldn’t believe that his dad actually wanted to use his performance as a real music video. “Hm, well, let me see it before we make that decision. We do have standards to meet after all.” She replies, even if deep down she already knew what she would say. Terzo rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest as Omega happily makes his way over and hooks up the camera to the tv to show off the video of their son performing. Alpha also makes his way over, scooping up the young boy again and bringing him to sit with him on the couch next to Sister. Terzo takes his place on an armchair nearby and Omega finds a spot on the floor that he deemed comfortable enough, more than happy for the chance to show off the talent that their boy possessed. Copia is on his way back to his room from the kitchen when he sees the video beginning to play and he also takes a seat on the couch, curious to see what his nephew had done.

As the video plays, Sister keeps her expression neutral but to anyone who knows her, they know she is impressed by the young cardinal’s work. Copia looks over at Erron a few times, and gives him a few thumbs up at parts he particularly enjoyed from the performance, and when the video ends Copia claps. “Ehm well done, ragazzo, well done.” He says, “You will give your dad a run for his money when you are older with talent like that, eh?” Erron can’t help but smile at his uncle’s words, “You think so?” “I know so.” Copia says with the most confidence Erron has ever heard from him. Terzo clears his throat and looks to Sister Imperator, “Well, Sister, what do you think? It is good, no?” Sister Imperator gives Terzo a momentary side eye before turning to face him, “I suppose it will suffice, but do not think you can use our young cardinal as a replacement for you in all of your music videos, hm?” Terzo waves off her concern, “Yes, yes, this one is special though, it’s his first and the world should see it.” He says, the pride in his voice evident.

“Mhm,” She replies, still eying him with some suspicion. Though after a moment she looks back at Erron, “Well, little cardinal, will you let us use your video?” 

Erron nods his head up and down so quickly Terzo thought he was going to give himself a headache, “Yes! It’s okay! I would like that a lot!” He says again too loudly before clearing his throat and correcting himself, “I mean, I would like that a lot, Sister.” 

[askthechronoverse]

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There was barely a building at this point. The sign with the cat had fallen apart and rusted away completely and there were moss framed holes in the wall and building. Kit tried the door and saw that it was locked. She scrambled to look through the trash around her and her bag for paperclips. While she looked for the paperclips, her mind wandered to her father.

“Catherine, I think it's time I teach you something that I never thought I'd have to teach you.” There was a frantic note in his monotone as patted his jacket down for something. He and Kit were in front of the castle, late at night. “I can't believe I left my key at home, but there's no cause for worrying I suppose.” He turned to his daughter and shrugged, pulling two paperclips out of his pocket. “Always carry some paperclips with you. You can do so many things with a paperclip.” 

“I thought they just held paper.” Kit spoke from the bushes around the front door for a spare key.

“You can do so much more than that with a paperclip. Come over here. I'll show you.” Kit floated over to her father and watched him bend a paperclip out of shape. “Do not tell your father about this. I will never live it down.” He held two paperclips out. They were bent in strange ways. “You can pick locks with paperclips. Come closer. I’ll show you how.”

Kit had by this point found the paperclips she needed. In her mind's eye, she followed her father's careful instructions on bending the clips into shape and inserting the clips in the right way. She turned one of the paperclips in the lock. It felt like it took forever, but with some experimentation, the lock groaned in defiance as it eventually yielded to her will. It fell to the floor without another word of dissent.

Kit cautiously opened the door, her heart dropping. The remnants of the portal were scattered all over the floor, but it was clear it was completely destroyed. She grabbed a few pieces and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and searched her mind for some kind of answer.

“You need to clear your mind, Kitten.” RJ sat on the ground as a far younger Kit picked up some pieces in their front yard. “Part of Master Building is letting the Man Upstairs take the wheel.”

“Why are we doing this? Wasn't Aunt Lucy supposed to teach me?” Kit put the pieces together, but there was no thought behind it.

“Your aunt wants the Assembly to teach ya. That's great an’ all, but I wanna teach ya the basics. Maybe if ya can Master Build, ya can Master Break, too.” RJ smiled softly. “Let's try clearin’ your mind a bit.” He patted the ground next to him and she took a seat. “Close your eyes and breathe in real deep.” Kit did this, both in her memories and in the present. “Good. Hold it there for a little bit.” She did as her dad asked. “Breathe everything out now.” Both versions of Kit did this, almost in sync. “That's my girl! Do that a few more times until all your thoughts fade away.” As her father spoke, his voice echoed and faded until there was nothing in her mind.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The pieces around her jumped out at her in a sharp translucency. The instructions came to her mind like a bolt out of the blue. She moved quickly, unsure at first but it ramped up to something more automatic. The pieces seemed to fall into place, the clicking rhythmic as she built. After what felt like eternities, the portal was almost built. She stepped back to admire her work, but frowned when she saw what was missing: a single one by three brick. 

“Catherine, we don't have much time. Did you fi-!” Richard floated into the room and looked at the incomplete portal. “What is that?”

“It's a portal. But I'm missing a piece.” She pointed to the hole as she dug through her bag for a brick, frowning as she was turning up empty.

“I think I might be able to help with that.” He floated into the spot. As he did, the portal hummed into life. “I recommend going through as soon as possible. Hazard went to get reinforcements.”

“Bye. I'll give Papa a hug for you when I see him next.” She went through the portal, falling through a tunnel of light and color. 

She eventually found herself at the base of a larger portal in a room of rock and crystal. The room itself was cavernous and spiraled cracks glowed with a strange green light. If she wasn't so scared, it would be an impressive sight. Kit looked around for any sign of life until she was face to face with a familiar robot.

“X-PO?” Kit scrambled to her feet. The robot scanned her.

“You don't appear to be a threat. I don't think a tired dad would put a temporal lock on a threat. I'd ask who you are, but your headband took care of that. I'm X-PO. Stands for “eXperimental Portal Operator”. How did you get into Vorton? How did you know about Vorton?” 

“I… I messed up. I just want my dad back.” Kit played with her headband.

“Kid. I have no clue what you're talking about, but maybe you can help me and my buddy out.” He moved to reveal Ken, who waved from his perch on a step. 

“Ken! Hi!” She rushed up to the blonde man and hugged him. He hugged her back, but mouthed to X-PO, asking who Kit actually was. She pulled away and turned to X-PO.

“So my friend here means that a few worlds are somehow safe from the changes that were probably made, though they might be repeating events in their history. I ran a few scans and found one more foundation element.” X-PO flew around Kit, sizing her up. “I think we can use that to hijack control of the baseplate from the guy who has it.” X-PO bobbed as Ken brooded in the corner.

“I just wanna get back to Barbieland. Or the Real World. Or a horse ranch.” Ken seemed so down. Kit nodded slowly, unsure of what she was thinking.

“When all this is said and done, I'll take you wherever you need to go. Where do I need to go?” Kit asked as she held the skate close to her chest.

“I can set our portal to take you to this new world. Once you get the foundation element, I can send you to Foundation Prime. From there, you just need to find the baseplate and add the element. After that, you should get control to do what you want.” X-PO floated right into Kit’s face. “Just don't take advantage and make things worse.”

“I just want my dad back… and my friends.” Kit looked down at her phone. “I'm not going to do anything more to make that not happen.”

“You're fun at parties, huh?” X-PO stated sarcastically. “Alright, kid. Let me adjust the portal to the right frequency.” After a sequence of beeps that reminded Kit of an old song her dad once showed her, the portal hummed to life. “Good luck, kid. Next time I see you, let's hope it's in a better multiverse.” Cautiously, Kit stepped into the portal and back into the tunnel of light.

She found herself on a street corner. She shivered as her breath visibly escaped her lips. The world around her was full of white snow and twinkling lights that reminded her of the winter holidays of her home. When people passed her, she saw that no one floated like she did. She held her breath and willed her feet to the ground. She pulled her phone out and, before she could do anything further, felt a body crash into her.  It was a boy, no older than eight, in a red scarf and far better dressed for the weather. He continued to bolt down the road, followed by a blue grey van that proclaimed that it was with Oh-Kay Plumbing and Heating. Kit barely caught the look on the boy's face, but a van chasing a kid looked suspicious.

She followed at a decent distance and watched the kid lose him in an outdoor display before he headed in her direction. As he passed, she stopped him with a tap on his shoulder. He gasped as he turned to face her. He said nothing before he ran off again. Kit frowned. Was that kid OK? She shook her head. Her heart was screaming for her to find the boy, but… no. She had to focus and find the foundation element. Right? She took a breath and walked in the direction the boy had run to. No. The kid may have been in danger. She ran down the block and stopped. Wait. She looked at all the well decorated homes and… couldn't guess where he went. Maybe he was safe at home with his family now? She couldn't tell. At the thought of family, her heart hurt. What if she couldn't find the foundation element? How would she know what she had was the element? She shoved her frigid hands in her pockets as she walked slowly in the opposite direction the boy had run. 

 

Houses started to yield to other buildings. She stopped at the building where the boy had hidden and gave the hiding spot a good look. People in robes and animals stood around an empty trough, the ground coated with hay. The scene confused her. As she studied the scene, a woman's voice cut through her concentration. 

“You look cold, my child. Do you not have a coat?” Kit whipped around and saw that the speaker wore all black save for a white band on her head. Kit shook her head and the woman held out a hand to tell her to stay where she was. She ran into a large building that looked like a strange white castle, soon returning with a jacket, a steaming cup, and a donut. The woman gave her the three items and gestured to the building she came from. “You can wait in the cathedral while I contact your parents, if you want.” Kit shook her head.

“No, that's OK.” She put the jacket on and was shocked it fit her. “I'm looking for something. Something special and old. It's for a history class.”

“I see.” The woman thought for a moment. “You picked a good city for that kind of search. There are building and homes that have been here since the 1800's. You can even start your search in this church.” She calmly gestured to the church. “Is there something specific you are looking for? Old and special doesn't narrow things down.” 

“I… really don't know. It's something I just know when I see it.” Kit shrugged. “I don't think it's in there.”

“Well, I will be here if you need help, child. Make sure you check in with your parents, too.” The woman waved to Kit's retreating back as she began to wander the town. 

The woman in black was right. The city, which she found out from a sign was called Winnetka, was old. She combed the town as best she could, but nothing felt to her like the Legend Plate had. By the time she found herself back at the start, the sun had set a while ago and the air had gotten colder. She looked into an older looking house on the street and saw a family eating dinner together from through the window. She imagined herself and her parents in the family's place and felt hot tears make warm tracks down her frozen face. The parents in her imagination were happily making dinner while she constantly got underfoot. Her father laughed while stirring a pot as her dad picked her up and held her close. 

“Dad…” Kit whispered as she put a hand to the glass. “I want my Dad…” 

She was snapped out of her imagination when she heard the sound of screaming tires. When she turned, she saw an old looking Dodge Omni across the street and three houses over. With a closer approach, she saw a sign that proclaimed it was a pizza delivery car for Little Nero’s Pizza. Her stomach growled forcefully. Maybe she could grab something to eat from there? She dug in her pockets and bag and found several gold coins with Unikitty’s face on it. Would they take Unikingdom Lolly? She didn't have much time to think before the driver, a teenager in white, ran from the back of the house he was parked in front of and drove off like his life was in danger. 

She chose to follow the driver back to the pizza restaurant. It was harder to follow the speeding car, but knowing the name of the place helped. The smell of pizza was intoxicating, especially considering she barely knew how long it had been since she had eaten. Kit walked through the door, which announced her presence with the ring of a bell. She could hear a teenager frantically talking to someone in the back of the kitchen.

“I'm telling you! I almost died out there! I need a break or something!” He turned to see that Kit was waiting at the counter now. “Hey… Kid? You looking to place an order?”

“Yeah. Can I have a sausage and mushroom pizza?” She slid two of her coins on the counter and held out a can of Pepsi. He walked over to the counter, looked at the coins and turned them around in his hand.

“Uh… We only take real money. That’ll be $12.” He waited for Kit to hand him the money, the look on his face held a strong desire to clock out early.

“Those are real. It's gold.” She pushed the coins back and frowned, worried. “It's all I have.”

“I can't take foreign currency.” He sighed at Kit's disappointed look. “Look. I don't… I just can't. I can't give you anything without US currency. Sorry.” She turned and left the restaurant, the smirk of the mascot seemingly taunting her. She snuck to the driver's car and found the back door to be open. After a quick search, Kit found a stray bag of breadsticks. She kicked the door closed and rushed off, the kid at the counter unaware.

She went back to the house and watched the family watch a cartoon movie on TV in their tastefully decorated living room. The breadsticks were cold and hard, but the seasoning on them combined with the cheese on top was enough to satisfy her tastebuds. While she ate, she again imagined herself with her parents and let herself cry.

[disastrousduckss]

Aftermath

It is here!!!

TW/// blood, pictures taken without consent, mentions of being drugged, managers being creepy

Takes place after the party Hype mentioned in chapter 22 in "We Are In Sync"

Both Trickee and Ablaze walk towards their manager's room. After they got the description from Lane about the troll that could have possibly drugged Hype, they realized that the description matched the girlgroups manager, the very same one that was happy to have a collab with them. The very same one that gushed about his family, he even had a kid! 

“Sick bastard.” Ablaze mumbled as he squeezed a stress ball. Trickee grabbed his unoccupied hand, giving a small squeeze. “Yeah, which is why we need to tell Mr. Gilt what happened. He’ll know what to do.” Ablaze nods, his grip loosening on the ball. “Yeah, you’re…you’re right.” He squeezes his hand back, Trickee looks over at him, “What’s wrong?” 

Ablaze shrugs, “ It’s just…..you don’t feel any….weird energy from that guy?” Trickee thinks back to the times, he wouldn’t say he didn’t, he just chalked it up to not being around new trolls. Especially if you spent most of your life in a bunker, surrounded by four trolls everyday. “I mean….kinda. But I just thought it was because we haven’t really had an older troll boss us around before, you know.” Ablaze nods, “Yeah….maybe, maybe that’s why the others are so hesitant around him?” They look at each other and shake their heads, “No that’s not it.” 

It started out with Boom asking Ablaze to come with him and Branch to the dressing room whenever he changed. It didn’t seem strange, most of the time whenever Boom asked, it was mostly him helping Boom with his outfit, like that one time when he chose one with so many zippers. Of course the zippers got stuck, so they had to cut him out of the outfit. Much to Boom’s dismay. 

But this was different, Boom would have him lean against the door while he changed, he didn’t know why but then the door knob jiggles and a thud was heard against the door. It made both Boom and Branch jump, making Ablaze’s alarms start to blare a little. He put his hands up, silently calming the two down before he cracked open the door, just a bit. “Mr. Gilt?

The troll in question looks up at Ablaze, quickly smiling. “Ablaze! My boy, there you are, I believe Trickee is looking for you.” Ablaze nods, “Okay, tell him I’m in here changing.” “Oh, I would. But, he says it’s an emergency, and I know you two are fairly close, so I told him I would come and get you.”

Ablaze looks behind him, seeing both Branch and Boom shake their heads as they quickly change their outfits.  Ablaze look back over at Gilt, seeing him quickly lean away from the door. He closes the door a little more, “Uh, yeah. I’ll be over there soon.” He quickly shuts the door before Gilt could say anything. He looks over at the other two, “Is there something you need to tell me?” He points to the other side of the door. Boom and Branch look at each other before nodding, “He doesn’t knock.” ‘What?” Branch throws over a baggy shirt, “Yeah, he just barges in. We tried to tell him to knock so we can prepare ourselves.” 

Boom nods, grabbing the baggy shirt, “Yeah, he usually comes in when we are half naked, I mean. I understood the first few times when we were late dressing up, but now…..it’s weird.” Ablaze slowly nods, he remembers the time Mr. Gilt would run around the backstage, trying to find everyone. He actually walked in on him changing himself, but quickly backed out and yelled at him to hurry up. But now, things were different. They timed themselves perfectly, so they weren’t late again. 

“I’ll talk to him.” He walks over and ruffles both of their hair, making them giggle. 

“Just leave it to your dad.” 

— — — 

They were standing right infront of their manager's hotel room. Mr. Gilt had expressed strongly that if they needed him, wherever they were, to always knock on his door. They all agreed, believing that he too cared about his privacy. But right now, Ablaze was about to turn the knob before Trickee pulled him back, “What are you doing?” He hissed, Ablaze looks at him.

“What? Oh. Look, I need to get back at him, he walked in on me changing, so I need to get even.” He simply puts, before putting a finger to Trickee’s mouth to shush him. He then quietly opens the door and slips into his room. It was a two bedroom room, Mr. Gilt let the group have the suite, saying they deserved it for getting this far. 

Trickee follows in soon after, quietly closing the door behind him. The two look around, before hearing a small argument in the next room. Trickee and Ablaze look at each other. They both get closer to the door, seeing it cracked open a bit. They get down to the floor and listen. 

It sounded like Mr. Gilt..? And….that bastard. 

It seemed Mr. Gilt found the culprit as was ripping him a new one by the volume and tone of his voice. Trickee smiles, now they don’t have to see that guy again! He was about to get up to go back out but-

“You couldn’t have waited until the party was over, could you?” 

“You said no one would notice him going missing. That was the deal.”

Trickee freezes, staying still as he processes what he was listening to. He feels Ablaze’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him back down to the ground. He looks over at Ablaze, seeing him with the same expression as him. Shock.

“I only said you get to do whatever you wanted with him for forty minutes and that whatever happened after you drugged him was on you and I had no part in this.” 

“You had no part- you are a part of this. We signed on it. I help you and your band to make it to the charts, I get to choose who I want to have……fun with.”

Trickee felt like throwing up, but more importantly, he felt rage. Sure Hype was 20, but still. That was his kid that bastard was fantasizing about. He starts to mentally count down, trying to calm himself. He looks over at Ablaze and sees only one thing behind his eyes; rage. 

“You are impatient.” 

“You are too Mr. Gild, but at least I’m not trying to take pictures of-”

Ablaze gets up and storms in, making the two trolls jump. “Taking pictures of what?” He growled, he was trembling. Not from fear, but with anger. Mr. Gild gets up from where he was sitting. “You two didn’t knock.” Ablaze glares at him, “What pictures? Answer me before I get mad.” Trickee gets up from the ground, grabbing Ablaze’s arm.

“That doesn’t concern yo-”

“Just tell them already Mr. Gilt. It’s too late to deny anyways.” Ablaze points a finger at the troll. “You can shut up. I’ll deal with you later.” He then looks back at Gilt, “Don’t make me ask again. What pictures is he talking about?” Trickee watches his Gilts eyes, seeing them move from them to the closet. Gilt was fast, but Trickee was faster, he pushed him on the bed and ran for the closet. When he opened the door, he only saw suits and jackets, he started to rummage the top layer, hsi hands grazing along a box. 

He brought it down, it was small, like a shoe box. He hesitates to open it. He starts to pray that it’s just bird photos. But once he opens it, he feels his heart drop to his stomach. There were pictures alright, just not of birds. Some of them were pictures of him and Ablaze while they were either shirtless or changing out of their clothes. His heart stops when he sees pictures of Branch and Boom. Most of them were the two in clothes. He finds one with Ablaze in front of Boom as he gets out of a pool, blocking his body. He remembers that day, it was a pool party, it was also the day Branch would stay low in the water where he practically drowned.

Was this what Gilt was doing….taking pictures of them for…..he doesn’t wanna think about it. He feels violated, even though he never felt a hand on him. He feels his eyes start to water, was this why Boom and Branch were trying so hard to avoid Gilt. 

Why didn’t they say anything to him or Ablaze?

He continued looking through the box, a few more pictures of them, some of them were of them sleeping. It was then a short realization came to him. There were no pictures of Hype.

“Trickee?” Ablaze calls out to him. Trickee rubs his eyes, feeling the tears sting but he can’t go out there looking weak. He picks up the box and walks back out of the closet. “Ablaze….” He walks over to Ablaze, picking one of the pictures of himself. “He’s been taking pictures of all of us.” Ablaze looks over at him, before he quickly snatches the box from his hands. Trickee watches his expression as he goes through the box. He closes the box after a few seconds, before glaring at Gilt and the other troll. 

“You’re both fucking dead.”

Gilt puts his hands up as Ablaze stalks closer to him. “Now Ablaze, let me explain-” “I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!” He pushes Gilt towards the other troll. “You both are gonna wish you were never born.” 

Gilt raises his hands, “THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY TO GET HERE! THIS IS JUST SHOW BUSINESS.” He looks over frantically at Trickee, “GET HIM OUT OF HERE. I’LL EXPLAIN MORE CLEARLY, PLEASE!” 

“Ablaze, wait.” Trickee looks over at Ablaze, seeing him looking back at him. “We can’t….” He walks over to the door, Gilt lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank you Tric-” “Not while the door is unlocked.”

The door shuts, along with the clicking sound of the lock. Trickee then turns around and points to Gilt and the other troll.

“Ablaze, attack.”

— — — 

Trickee winces as Ablaze applies the disinfectant wipes over the cut on his cheek. The two were now in the bathroom, with Trickee sitting on the sink. Both had a bit of bruises. A few small splotches of blood on their skin and clothes, nothing that makeup and laundry soap couldn’t get out. “Sorry.” Ablaze says as he rubs a soothing circle over his hand. Trickee nods, “It’s fine.” He nods, continuing to clean Trickee’s cut. His skin was softer than Ablaze’s, so he was able to bruise more easily.

“How are we feeling Trickee?” He asks as he looks through the first aid kit for a band aid big enough to cover the cut. Trickee looks over at him, “I…” He starts to cry, alarming Ablaze as he quickly wraps him in a hug. “I FEEL SO STUPID! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THE SIGNS!” He continues to sob as Ablaze rubs soothing circles on his back. “Shhhhh. There was no way you could have known. I didn’t even know.” Trickee looks back up at him, “I’m the oldest ‘Blaze. I’m supposed to watch out for this type of stuff.” He looks down at his hands. 

“What kind of…..guardian am I?” He hides his face in his hands as he continues to cry. Ablaze stares at him, before quickly realizing. Trickee’s color was fading. His Trickee’s colors were fading.

“No, no, no, no Trick. You’re not a bad guardian.” He lifts his face, wiping the tears that were falling. “Who was the one that carried  Branch back home after he fainted?” Trickee sniffs and looks at him. “M-me?”

“And who was the one that stayed up late with Boom when he had nightmares?” 

“Me.” Trickee smiles. His color slowly coming back.

Ablaze smiles, “Who was the one that carried Hype to bed after staying in the study room for almost half the day?”

“Me. Gosh, he would be asleep half the time.” Trickee giggles, the other half he would be awake but still wanted to be carried to bed. 

“And who was the one that encouraged Branch to sing again?”

“Okay, first off, that was all of us.” Trickee says as he rubs his eyes, wincing as he accidentally rubs over the cut on his cheek. 

“Yeah, but you were the first.” Ablaze says as he grabs Trickee’s hand. “You are a great guardian. It’s not your fault that you didn’t see what was going on.” He looks down, “I should have seen them when Boom first asked me to stand in the changing room with him and Branch.” Trickee looks at him, “What..? When?” “It was a few shows ago. At first I didn’t think anything of it, just thought he needed my help with an outfit. But when….when that bastard tried to walk in, I should have known.” He lets his head hang down. “I…I talked to him, thinking that maybe he forgot all about etiquette and told him he should knock before opening doors.”  Trickee lifts his face, “You only thought he was being rude, not that he was being a perv.” He cups Ablaze’s face with both of his hands, thumbing over a smear of blood on his cheek. “It’s not your fault.” 

Ablaze puts his forehead against his, “It’s not yours either.” 

They stay silent for a bit, just taking each other’s warmth. Trickee sniffles a little bit later, rubbing his eye. “Damn it, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.” Ablaze smiles, “Sorry,” He opens the band aid and places it over Trickee’s cheek. He then smirks, “Want me to kiss it better?” Trickee giggles, “Please?” He leans in and gives him a quick peck over the band aid. “Better?” Trickee nods, “Mmmhmmm. Thank you. Now it’s your turn.” They switch places, Trickee pulled out another disinfectant wipe and started to clean Ablaze’s hands, having small cuts on them since he decided to wrap one the chain necklaces he found and repeatedly punch the daylights out of the manager. 

After he was done bandaging up his hands, the two quickly washed their faces. Once they exited the bathroom, they were met with the aftermath of what they did. Two trolls laid in their own small pool of blood, their clothes were tattered and torn. They tried to get away earlier when Ablaze was on his blood lust,  so the door had claw marks and bloody hand prints. 

Ablaze kneels down close to Gilt’s body. “Now….I hope you guys learned your lesson.” He doesn't reply so he harshly grabs Gilt by the hair, lifting his head up, getting a yelp from him. “Did you hear me?” Gilt nods his head, “Yes, yes. Please just…..no more.” Ablaze smiles and drops his head, “Good, now we are gonna be taking those pictures with us, and the ones of Hype you gave to that fucker.” He says as he walks away and grabs the box, he already searched the other manager's body, but he couldn’t find any of Hype’s pictures on him. 

As they leave, Trickee looks back at them, “Never show your faces near me or my family again, if you know what’s good for you.” He doesn’t waste time to wait for them to answer, quickly shutting the door and following Ablaze right back out into the hotel hallway.

“Think they’ll report us?”

Ablaze shrugs, “Maybe, but don’t worry,” he wraps an arm around Trickee’s shoulder, “We’ll take care of it.” 

Trickee smiles and nods as he wraps an arm around Ablaze’s waist, “Yeah, we will.” 

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 31 - This Bliss

A fluffy domestic day in the life of a happy, settled, married, post-hunter Dean Winchester and family.

Suptober prompt: Trick or Treat

(Read on AO3)

As the coffeemaker blurts out its last few brewing burbles, Dean snags the pot and pours himself a tall, fragrant cup. They've been experimenting with flavored blends recently, a project that Cas has gotten really into after Charlie sent him a gift basket of assorted coffees and teas for his “birthday” last month. Thanks to four decades of sludgy diner joe, Dean maintains pathologically low expectations for his morning cuppa, but he's finally comfortable enough in his masculinity to admit that the salted caramel spice variety they're drinking this week is fucking stellar, especially with a dash of cream. He adds that dash now, then shrugs and stirs in a little sugar as well. Why not treat himself?

There's a scuffle behind him, and he turns just in time to see Sam and Eileen stalking through the kitchen, arguing silently. He hasn't yet mastered the finer points of sign language, but somehow he catches “screwdriver”, “watermelon”, and “recycling bin” and decides not to inquire further. They disappear together through the door to the garage, still gesticulating furiously at each other.

Dean smiles at their backs and takes a seat at the kitchen table, He has another sip of his coffee and unlocks his phone. The villagers in his Animal Crossing town need his help with a fishing tournament today. He casts his line and waits.

“–en we'll ask Dean!!” is the only warning he gets before his kids burst into the room. Jack's in the lead, looking distressed. Claire is half a step behind, sporting the world-weary smirk she likes to wear like armor.

As soon as they're in front of him, they both start talking at once, and it's impossible to understand anything they're saying. Dean puts out his hands above the table, palms facing down, and lowers them slowly, a sign for calm down. Their voices trail off in perfect sync.

“Okay, let's try that again, only maybe this time actual communication can occur?” Dean points at his son. “Jacky, you go first.” Claire jolts, her mouth falling open like she wants to protest, but Dean turns his pointing finger upwards to indicate wait. “You'll get your turn, hon. I promise.”

“Claire says I'm too old to trick or treat tonight!” Jack says plaintively. “I'm only five!”

“Yeah but you look twenty-f–” his sister butts in.

Dean cuts her off with a barked “hey!” Mollified, she makes a zip-it gesture across her mouth, crosses her arms, and waits.

Jack continues. “Am I gonna get in trouble if I go out tonight? I don't want anyone to be mad at me! You and Dad said I could, though! My costume's all ready!!” He's giving the most puppiest of puppy-dog eyes, and as he finishes speaking his piece, a single perfect tear wells up and runs down his cheek.

Dean reaches for his son's hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Claire-bear?” he prompts.

“I just don't wanna see the kid get his hopes up for nothing,” she says grimly. “He doesn't exactly look like your average first grader. People don't take too kindly to grown-ass men tryin' to scam them out of their Kit-Kats.”

“I get it,” Dean acknowledges, giving her a nod.

At this apparent confirmation of Claire's point, Jack looks like his heart is crumbling to bits in his chest.

“Hang on now, buddy,” Dean continues before the kid can work himself up to a full-blown meltdown. “Your sister's just looking out for you. But she hasn't spent as much time in Lebanon as we have, so she doesn't know that everybody's gonna be expecting you at their houses tonight. I saw Marta at the post office the other day and she said to tell you she's got a jumbo-size 3 Musketeers with your name on it.”

Jack is smiling so wide now it looks like his face is gonna split in half. Dean turns to Claire. “In fact,” he says, eyebrows raised, “I'm absolutely certain no one would mind in the least if Jack brought his big sister out with him this year. Whaddaya say, kiddo? You wanna scam some Kit-Kats with us tonight?”

His daughter likes to think she's a hard-ass, a firmly closed book, but Dean watches the emotions play across her face as she tries and fails to suppress her excitement at the prospect. She's still adjusting to peacetime, to post-hunter life. They all are. He and Cas like to grab every opportunity they can find to let their kids be kids for a change.

Claire is still struggling to find the words that will simultaneously convey both I don't give a shit about anything because I'm a stone cold bitch and yes please please please take me trick or treating tonight but Jack doesn't bother waiting. He grabs his sister's hand and starts tugging her down the hall, free-associating ideas for her costume as they go.

As their voices fade from his hearing, he gets up to freshen his cooling coffee. While he's at the pot, he reaches into the cupboard overhead and pulls out Cas's favorite mug, the sky-blue one with the cartoon bees all over it. He's just tipping a dollop of cream into each cup when his husband shuffles in, looking rumpled and delectable in his bathrobe and ratty slippers.

Dean presses the warm mug into his seeking hand and wraps an arm around his waist.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says with a soft smile. He nuzzles Cas's extravagant bedhead and breathes in the warm smell of the skin behind his husband's ear.

“Good morning, beloved,” comes the rumbled reply. “What were the kids talking about? They seemed agitated about something.”

“Claire's gonna come out with us tonight. Jacky's helping her figure out her costume.”

Cas takes a deep drink of his coffee and hums happily. “That's nice.”

“Mm-hmm. She's super excited about it, but she'd never admit that. Gotta keep up the tough cookie facade.”

“She reminds me of you at that age,” Cas says with a grin.

Dean snorts a laugh. “Yeah, I was a tightly-wrapped little basket case back then. Closet case, too, I guess. Took me a lotta years to become who I really am.”

Cas finishes off his coffee and sets his mug on the counter, freeing his hands to pull his husband close. “Indeed,” he rumbles as he starts to trail a line of kisses up Dean's neck. “You've matured into an exemplary father, a wonderful husband, and a magnificent man. And on that note...” Cas's morning stubble rubbing against the thin skin of his throat gives him the shivery tingles, like it always does.

“On that note?” Dean prompts, his voice breathy and tremulous.

“The children will be occupied with their costumes for the next hour or two,” Cas observes. His hands move down to gently cup his husband's ass. “I think you should take me back to bed.”

Dean flashes back for a moment on all of those basket-case years when he was too scared, too exhausted, too repressed, too busy expecting to die at any minute to bother dreaming about a happily ever after for his story. He never could have imagined anything this good, anyway. Safe in his home, warm with the knowledge that his family is nearby, he walks hand in hand with the love of his life back to their room.

[isca-rambles]

6x09 aka you've got this just two more episodes left and each one has a great Chenford moment so it's on the up and up now. We've hit rock bottom, we can do this; says the very stable woman to herself. Grey is such a good protective dad. Tim, please. Honey. Okay so it's Lucy's birthday and aside from that card from Tim and Aaron's mention of a present, she gets literally nothing else. Maybe there's something off-screen. But nothing from John? He just waltzes in, there for Celina, and just not a little hap birf? He asks how she is and obviously didn't expect her to be honest. Doesn't offer her a hug or pat on the shoulder. A sympathetic 'I'm sorry, you've been through a lot lately, hey let's go get drinks and catch up after shift'. You're meant to be her friend, John. Agh. Okay, Angela earns points back for telling Lucy. She knows Lucy has been left out of so much and knows Lucy still cares about Tim. Hell, she knows Lucy still loves him. So Angela knows how important it is that Lucy know what happened this time. So yes, Angela, you get points back. Kudos. Also the fact that she seems to tell Lucy but Wesley wasn't aware? Or maybe he's surprised she's telling Lucy? Idk. And can I just with the sweet way Lucy says hi when she answers the phone? Actual sushine. No-one deserves her. No-one. Maybe Kojo but no-one else. But yes, Angela is slightly back in my good books for that. And a good mirror for telling Tim back in S2 about Lucy at the speed dating having a moment. Because she thought he'd want to know. Detective Lopez will always be the captain of this ship. I was ready to mutiny but I'll trust her at the helm a little longer. I need some Chenford teasing from her in S7 when she seems them back in a better place though. God, Lucy's face when Tim calls Nolan and not her. And it's because he's his union rep, Lucy knows that, but you can still see that hurt. Also, Nolan, where the fuck was her union rep during the shooting? HUH?! HUH?! Ahem. Charlie you're better than this client. Also Monica that dress might look vaguely fashionable but that is not a comfortable dress. At all. Not even like 1% comfortable. C'mon. Also your offices look like shit. Blair, I have zero pity for you. You absolutely deserve whatever comes your way. Do they have zero cameras in the parking lot? Or anywhere? Don't you go after Grey you asshole! Gaaah. Must protect my fictional babies. Baby Jackson is adorable as heck. I imagine invisible baby girl Wopez is too. God, Lucy is just too good for this world. She has so much resentment and anger and guilt and anxiety and pain inside of her and she pushes past it all to check on Tim. She knows he's going through hell and it's killing her to not to be able to support him. She knows, at the very least, he needs a hug. And Lucy hugs are magical.

Can we talk about Tim's face? He looks terrified. I also want to hazard that there is the barest hint of hope. For a second I really think he thought she might try to kiss him. Or maybe just hoped. It wouldn't have been good for either of them, but there's probably a part of him dying for her to kiss him. Just for a second. But the hug. Oh god the hug. He melts into it instantly. No hesitation. He's in her arms and surrounding her body with his own and he is gone. He's safe. It's a fleeting moment but he is safe. His eyes are closed and he just sinks into her so completely. "I am now" Oh my god. The way their voices both shake. The way she holds him even tighter and closes her eyes. For a second they can both forget the past few weeks/months ever happened. They're together and they're in each other's arms - the safest they've ever felt. And they both leave the hug at the same time. No-one initiates it ending. They're in sync and holding contact that extra secons. She fixes his collar. She's so gentle with him. Like she needs to be touching him too. The hug isn't just for him. She needs to know he's okay. Angela's eyes instantly going to Lucy when the door opens and staying on Lucy until Nyla takes her away. Also, girls, you're both still minus points for how you've treated Lucy. You can't go ignoring her after the detective's exam and everything else and then go dragging her into your UC op. Admit you need her. Admit you respect her. Admit she's good. Make it up to her. Got it? Good. Continue. Celina, absolute cutie. Also I will say fair play to Nolan for doing this for Tim. Wish we could see the same commitment to Lucy but I guess if situations were reversed then I'm sure everyone would go to bat for Lucy. They just let her down when it comes to her personal life and supporting her as a person. God I'd love to see them all go to bat for her. Nell! Oh, I read the best fic about Lucy and Tim sort of getting back together at Nell's wedding. We need a Nell wedding so we can have another Chenford dance please and thank you. How are you with kids? Nyla, stop breaking my headcanon of Lucy babysitting Lila and being an absolute angel around the station babies. Stop it. Also, minus points for both of you for not even giving Lucy the barest of sympathetic smiles or shoulder pats after she tells you about her still feeding her UC covers because she thought she'd make detective. The sad little smile when she tries to push aside her own feelings and disappointment. Because she doesn't want to burdern anyone with her feelings. MINUS POINTS. Bad friends! Bad colleagues! Charlie, can you just do a bad job at protecting Monica? Please? Can we have a Celina seance fic, please? God Lucy is so good at UC. Also my god how can she look so good in literally every outfit and with every hairstyle? Also those kids are fucking adorable. Lucy underselling her language skills for a UC cover because then they'd be sus at how perfect she is. Any fics where Tim finds out Lucy's gone UC at Bautista's and goes a little feral on Angela and Nyla because there's a leak in the station and her cover could already be blown? Though at this point I don't think Lopez and Harper are aware of that, but still, he's doing a frantic spiral. That he didn't get to speak to her beforehand. That he has no involvement in her UC op and he's terrified of being in the dark about it? Grey raising his voice YES. Oscar I'm enjoying you a lot less because you're always attached to Monica now. Sorry. Lucy literally an amazing babysitter. She is actually the best. Ugh. Monica. Just leave. I would happily trade a million Bailan scenes to have no more Monica. Wanna say thank you to Lucy for risking everything going undercover again with Monica fully aware of who she is? No? Minus points, ladies. Smitty, just hold onto your phone. Please. The bare minimum. Blair, shut up. Never wanted anyone to get hurt. Bullshit.

[lizzieandderekshepherd]

Little Doctors

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

I kept swaying my teddy back and fourth as I listened to papa on the phone to the chief through the car. Normally me and Delia wouldn't be going to work with him, but it's the school holidays and mama is currently doing an important scene today so no children are allowed on set unfortunately.

Mama was going to reschedule it for another time so she could have us, but dad assured her that he would be able to handle it, only to now find out he has a four hour operation due.

"Okay girls here's the plan," papa announces, keeping his focus on the road still. "While I'm in the OR you guys can spend some time with auntie Addie, hopefully everything runs steadily today so it shouldn't be a problem."

Delia cheers excitedly at the news. I know she loves auntie Addie the most out of all of papa's coworkers, so this is great news for her, and me too!

"You both okay with that?" Papa asks, looking back at us both quickly for our approval before regaining his focus on the road again. Mama would have scolded him for that. Me and Delia nod in sync.

As we get out of the car, I jump up onto papa's back and he uses his free hand to hold Delia's. We go into the hospital and see Addison stood near the entrance, a coffee in one hand and her jacket in the other. She's talking to Mark.

"Woah full house today I see." Mark chuckles, leaning over and giving both me and Delia a high five, Delia immediately running into Addison's arms to be picked up. "Yeah, Liz is really busy today so I get the pleasure of looking after these two monkeys."

"Well actually about that..." Papa trails off, looking up at auntie Addie with a knowing look. "Derek you know I'd love too, but I myself am really busy!" Addison emphasises, staring at dad in disbelief as she already knows what he's wanting, Delia copying her expression and shaking her head.

"Come on, when do I ever ask you for a favour like this?" Daddy pleads and Addison sighs again. "Like every other day!"

"Addison please, how can you resist that face?" Papa points to Delia who's pouting up at auntie Addie pleadingly with her special puppy eyes. "Oh alright, only because I love them, not you."

Dad thanks Addison gratefully before handing her our shared backpack of toys and snacks mama prepared for us this morning. Papa steadily heads to the elevator before she changes her mind, with me still on his back. I playfully cover his mouth with my hands as we do so.

Delia stays with auntie Addie, probably going to go up the stairs with her. Papa keeps trying to talk to me but his voice is muffled by my hands, which I find is greatly amusing.

As the elevator door opens, Dr Bailey is there waiting at the desk with a clipboard and pen. "Ah, Dr Bailey!" Daddy greets to her, his voice muffled from my hands.

Dr Bailey shakes her head at papa before looking up at me with a sweet smile. "Shepherd this better not be a distraction today, you know you've got a busy schedule ahead of you."

Daddy quickly pulls my hands away from his mouth so I revert them to his eyes instead. "Oh don't worry, I've got it covered." Dad lets out a loud laugh as points up to where my hands are covering his sight. "No pun intended."

Dr Bailey rolls her eyes at his joke, flashing me a reassuring wink before leaving. Just then Delia and auntie Addie come up the stairs, Dee holding onto her hand.

I slide down daddy's back, running up to auntie Addie to give her a hug. "Alright I better get to work, thank you again for this Addison, page me if there's any issues. Bye babies, be good!" Papa then rushes off to go start work.

For the next half hour we sit together in papa's office, Dee sat on auntie Addison's lap as she brushes her hair while I lay across the floor with my stuffed animals. Just as Addison finishes putting Delia's hair into a cute braid, her pager goes off. "Oh shoot, I gotta go. Delia, honey, watch your sister for me I'll be back as soon as I can!"

Addison leaves us both alone and I look at Dee with a puzzled look. "She'll be back soon Sunny, don't worry." Dee assures me, taking a seat next to me on the floor.

We both wait and wait and wait for either auntie Addie or papa to come back, but neither of them do. "Come on, let's go find them." Delia then suggests after a while, standing up and offering me a hand. We both know better than to go wondering off alone in the hospital, but mama wouldn't be happy with us both being unsupervised either.

Dee holds onto my hand tightly as we walk through the rushing crowds. We came down to the trauma Center where we assumed papa will probably be but with all the commotion going on there must've been an accident. "DeeDee I think they might be busy." I say to her quietly as we are both huddled into a corner, the sight of bloody patients being wheeled past us making us both queazy. Nothing too graphic of course.

Delia, Sunny what are you doing down here?!" Papa yells in frustration, kneeling down to our height after noticing us. "We were looking for you!" Dee says, beginning to get upset with all the noise going on. "Okay, it's okay." Daddy repeats softly, cupping both of our faces before calling over a nurse to take us back upstairs.

"I'll come find you as soon as I can, don't leave the front desk, okay?" Papa shouts to us as he is being practically dragged into one of the rooms by Sloane.

Me and Dee follow the nurse to the front desk, only to be left yet again as soon as we get there. If mom was here, she would be livid. "We can't just stand around and do nothing we gotta help papa, DeeDee!" I tug on my older sister's sleeve desperately as she looks around cluelessly.

"Sunny, dad told us to stay here. He will come get us as soon as he's finished."

"Delia please!" I whine again and it doesn't take much to bribe my sister into sneaking into the storage room to get some scrubs. We both dress up, the scrubs being large on us both but I think we look pretty good. "We're just like papa now." Delia giggles, twirling around in the scrubs, me doing the same.

We then head into an empty medical examination room with a free bed. I make Delia lay down first to examine her, just incase she caught any bugs from the trauma bay. I lift up her sleeves after feeling her forehead, just to go on with my check up. "Oh no!" I gasp.

"What? What is it?" My older sister asks with anticipation and I lift up her arm to reveal a rash. "Oh mama saw that last night, she said it's nothing to worry about-"

I quickly cut her off and shake my head. "Nuh uh, that's a sign of an airborne fungal infection, you must've caught it from the trauma bay. Everyone else was wearing scrubs and we weren't, luckily I survived it but I don't think you were so lucky..." I dramatically announce to my sister, not really having any idea what im talking about just wanting to sound professional and make papa proud.

Delia tears up, clutching onto her arm in fear. "I want mama!"

"No DeeDee it's okay, I know what we have to do. Stay right here." I tap her reassuringly on the head before walking over to a set of drawers with lots of medical supplies in. I go through them all, getting out lots of bandages then finding an untouched scalpel in the bottom drawer.

"We have to amputate the infected limb otherwise you could become septic and die." I tell my older sister, holding up the scalpel in the air and walking back over to her. In all truthfulness, I have no idea what im doing or saying. It's just some of the things I've overheard while being here with papa.

"What does that mean?!" Delia cries out loud and I shrug in response. "Just trust me sis, I know what I'm doing, we can always find you a cool robot arm as a substitute."

"No you don't know what you're doing! Don't chop my arm off!" Dee yells again, beginning to become more scared by the second. I don't blame her I wouldn't like getting my arm chopped off either.

"It's okay DeeDee you can trust me, just close your eyes." As I hold up the scalpel again, Delia let's out a loud scream and I suddenly jump back in fright, the door swinging open to reveal both mama and papa.

"Sophia Shepherd drop that scalpel right now!" They both bellow in sync and immediately I drop the scalpel and cover my ears. Mama rushes over to Delia, pulling her into her lap as she takes a seat on the bed and begins comforting her. Papa kissing her hand as she cuddles into mama.

"I don't wanna get my arm cut off!" She cries again, mama reassuring her that her arm is perfectly fine. I guess that means I was wrong. "Sophia what you were thinking?!" Papa shouts, picking up the scalpel from the floor and tossing it aside. "You could've really hurt your sister and yourself with that." He says again in a harsh tone and I just frown, adjusting the large scrub cap that's hanging off my head.

" “And where did you get these?" He asks, looking between me and Delia in confusion as to where we got the scrubs in the first place. "Locker room!" I say proudly, only for my smile to fade as soon as I see his face of disappointment.

"We just wanted to be like you papa." I mumble, leaning my head into his shoulder as he shares a look with mama, her still holding and comforting Dee in attempts to calm her down.

After another lecture about how dangerous scalpels are and wondering around the hospital alone is, we finally gather our things back together and head out to the car. Delia stayed on mama's hip the whole time while I wondered aimlessly behind dad.

Mom and dad weren't arguing as such, just mama giving him a lecture of his own for assuring her we where going to be well looked after, only to be unattended to for the rest of the day. Apparently auntie Addie had to rush to an emergency C-section, as well as dealing with some of the trauma patients that came in as well, so she's been quite busy. It was wrong of him to put his stress on her. There luckily wasn't as many head injuries today so papa doesn't have to stay behind.

"Derek, just promise me the next time you look after our children you'll actually look after them instead of just leaving them. I don't care how busy you are, you're their father and so it is your responsibility to make sure they're safe." Mama rambles on as she places a sleeping DeeDee into her seat. Dad nods in agreement, waiting for mom to stand back up properly to lean over and peck her lips.

"I promise. I'm sorry honey, it won't happen again."

[padf00ts-l0ver]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 - 𝐬𝐭𝟒

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵4 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸) -nav here-

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺- 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 .. 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 .. 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“listen” he heaved a long sigh, “i want you to be comfortable in this house- this is your house too y/n. okay?” he received no response.

“okay! but.. we have to implement some ground rules. sound good?”

 no response. “okay.”

you were sat next to eddie, wide eyed, on the couch as your dad, hopper, sat opposite you both.. he’d walked in on something… misfortunate… and now came the lecture.

both of you were frozen, in slight fear and humiliation.

“i want you to be able to share your.. feelings.” you heard el snort a laugh from her room, where she was no doubt listening in closely.

he definitely heard, as his lips curled to a slight grimace, but kept going, just like joyce told him to on the phone 10 minutes beforehand.

“but, there will be no- no more of.. that.. while el and i are home. at all. not. at. all. zilch. okay?” eddie hesitantly nodded next to you, you just continued to stare at your dad in mortification.

“words, y/n- i need words!” he looked like he hated this conversation almost as much as you did, so you said, “yes, dad. we understand.” eyes scattering around the room, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague.

“look, hopper-“ a look from the man sent eddie back a step, “sir? listen- we didn’t mean for you for hear uh- all that” you see eddie try to repress a smirk and you quickly whack his leg with your hand, he inhales and forces a straight face. “y’know, but-“

“uh uh, no but’s” hopper said sternly, staring down eddie with a look you’d only ever seen him use on one before.. mike.

“no but’s” eddie agrees, nodding quickly.

it was an amusing sight to see, eddie, your rockstar, d&d playing boyfriend, having to abide by the sheriff’s rules, looking like an obedient dog in training.

hopper sighed one more and leant back in his seat, the quick second that he wasn’t looking, eddie snuck a look at you, smiling brightly and sticking his tongue out. you quickly repressed a laugh, if you laughed.. who knows how much longer this would go on for.

“alright…” you two turned back to face your dad, “i hate this as much as you two” he confirmed your thoughts, “do you understand my point?” he enunciated his words, you and eddie nodded in sync.

hopper stared at you both for a second longer, almost analysing you. “alright.. you can go, i’m done.”

you don’t think you’d ever stood up so quickly before in your life, eager to get out of that situation. grabbing your boyfriends hand and pulling him with you.

before you both entered your room, you heard a shout.. “keep the door open 3 inches!”

[of-many-fandomss]

Happy New Years!! Hoping we can start 2023 off with a Tangerine x reader 🤞 I was think maybe something along the lines of reader is Ladybug’s step daughter and is rlly close with him and considers him her real father and her and Tangerine start going out and trying to hide it from their respective family members bc they both think it would hurt their family and that’s all they have. Personally I feel like Lemon wouldn’t mind the relationship all that much and would catch on fairly quickly considering how good he is at reading ppl but reader and Ladybug might have some issues when they talk about it so maybe a little angst but nothing soul destroying tho!

She stepped closer to the man she’d known and loved for so many years. “You know I don’t like other people’s opinions or perceptions of me.” She began. “I’m aware” Ladybug agreed.

“you however are the closest and only thing I’ve ever had to a father. So I’m asking you, father to daughter, are you okay with this? Me and him?”

Happy New Years to you too!! (this was a bit longer than I meant it to be)

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?” You asked, nervously playing with your fingers as you glanced out the window.

Tangerine turned his head to face you as he set the car to park, “We have to tell them at some point, love.” He reminded you.

“But does it have to be now?” Your leg was bouncing up and down anxiously by then.

He sighed lightly, gently grabbing onto your hand and placing a kiss on top of it, effectively stopping your leg from moving, “We don’t have to tell them right now if you don’t want, love,” He told you sincerely, eyes searching yours, “We can wait until you’re ready.”

You sighed because that, that right there, was the reason you couldn’t put off telling your families about this anymore. He was always so sweet and always put your wants and needs before his own. Because you loved him with all your heart and the two of you shouldn’t have to hide it.

“No,” You tried to make your voice sound determined, “No, you’re right, we have to do this.”

Pride shown through his eyes as he leant forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, “That’s my girl,” He whispered affectionately.

With that, he quickly got out and rushed over to open your door before offering you a hand to get out and the two of you made your way into the restaurant.

You had told your stepfather, Ladybug, to meet you there just like Tangerine had told his brother, Lemon, to meet him there. The plan was that you would tell the two of them at the same time about your relationship. Doing it in a public place was just in case your father reverted back to his old ways and was less than calm about the whole ordeal.

As you both entered, neither Ladybug or Lemon noticed your presence at first, both of them too busy warily eyeing each other from across the restaurant, no doubt wondering what coincidence had compelled the other assassin to be there at the same time as them.

You gave Tangerines hand one last squeeze before dropping it, deciding it was better not to front as a couple until you were actually able to explain it yourself.

“Dad!” You called, flagging him down.

Both his and Lemons eyes snapped over to the two of you in sync, eyebrows furrowing and raising respectively.

You and Tangerine went and sat down side by side in a nearby booth, waiting until both of your family members had joined you, reluctantly sitting side by side.

“Kid?” Ladybug asked, looking between you and the man in confusion, “What’s going on?”

“Tan?” Lemon asked at the same time, raising an eyebrow towards his brother, “Is this about a job?”

Your step father threw his head back with a groan, “Don’t tell me we have to work with these idiots!”

Tangerine swiftly kicked Lemon under the table to stop him from tackling Ladybug for the comment before he cleared his throat, “No, s’actually about something else.”

“Oh?” Ladybug asked.

“Oh,” Lemon breathed out at the same time, realization sparking in his eyes as he looked back and forth between the two of you, he had always been good at reading people.

All of your heads snapped over to the man and he nodded once in understanding, a small smile growing on his face.

Tangerine let out a barely audible sigh of relief and you squeezed his hand under the table, both of you more than grateful for his brothers acceptance.

“What’s going on?” Your father asked, becoming more confused and worried by the moment.

You cleared your throat this time, “Do you think you could give us a minute?” You asked gently, to which they both nodded and quickly swept away to a table a few feet away.

“Dad,” You spoke, “Tangerine and I are dating.”

You held your breath as a pregnant silence followed your words and he blinked at you once. Twice.

“What?” He finally asked, as if he hadn’t- or didn’t want to have- heard you.

“We’ve been going out for a few months now, and we thought it was time we told you and Lemon.” You admitted, nervously eyeing his face for any indication of a reaction.

“You-and him?” He stuttered out, eyes going wide at the realization, “But- you can’t- why-“

“Dad,” You effectively cut off his rambling and sighed lightly, “You know I don’t normally care about others opinions about me.”

“I’m aware.” Was all he was able to say.

You reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly, “But you are the closest thing I have ever had to a father and even though I love Tangerine with my whole heart, I don’t know if I could keep seeing him if you didn’t approve of this because I love you too much. So I’m asking you father to daughter, are you okay with this? Me and him?”

It was silent for a moment, and in that time, you began to worry that he would react the way he used to react to sudden and unexpected news. Recklessly.

“Are you happy?” He finally asked softly, shocking you.

You nodded slightly, tears beginning to pool in your eyes, “I’m so happy,” You answered honestly.

“Then of course I approve of it.” He finally squeezed your hand back, “I approve of anything and anyone that makes you happy, no matter what.”

You quickly jumped up with a small sob, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Thank you, dad. That means the world to me.”

He tightened his hold of you, “And you mean the world to me, kid.” He whispered back.

When you both pulled away, you turned towards Lemon and Tangerines table, who both scrambled to sit straight up as if they hadn’t just been leaning in to listen in on your conversation.

“You do anything to hurt her,” Ladybug warned, eyes boring into Tangerines as he kept an arm around your shoulders, “And you’ll wish you were never born.”

[itsohh]

Spetsnaz boys encountering their s/o singing

A/N: GN reader. Something that came to me at like 3am, yeah I know all the music is dad music dw bout it.

Word count: 1100

Warnings: None

Alexsandr - Hold the Line - Toto

It had been somewhat late when he settled back into the dorms. Yet he wasn't the only one, for he had been training with his small group of native operators. The sound from the commons was surprising well encased, and the sound only escaped due to the slightly ajar door. Inside the small stage had been brought forward, normally used for assemblies it was turned into the centre stage for the karaoke.

Chairs had been pulling up in front. At the front he could see Jordon leaning back, his head swaying back and forth to the music. Yumiko sat next to him, her arm leaning on the table and giving support to her head. Eliza watched from the back of the room whilst other chairs were occupied. A few of them had been abandoned in preference for dancing. Grace and Néon were an example of this as they danced together. Up on the low stage there you were, a smile on your face as Collin twirled you around. With mics in hand, the pair of you sang together. It was hard to hear your individual voices as they were mixed with the backtrack of the music. His lips were curled upwards while there was a massive grin on your face. Alexsandr could see that your focus was more on each other than the audience. Hold the line, love isn't on time. 

The pair of you moved in sync, unpracticed and impromptu yet still as a team. With your faces away from each other your backs hit each other while the pair of you sang slightly odd key.  Alexsandr had leaned on the door frame, only Eliza noticed his presence. Not that she said anything about it. The song to an end and you gave Collin a dramatic over-the-top high five before you walked off stage. With such little care in the world, it warmed him to see you sing. He didn't care if you were good or bad yet he decided he liked watching you sing- for it made you happy. 

Maxim - All I want is you - U2

It had been a long weekend. Empty streets passed by the car window. The orange sky signalled the change from day to night. There was little sound except for the light hum of the car and the radio. Maxim had slept in the passenger seat throughout the day while you drove. His body had been slightly slouched with his head on the corner of his seat and the window, a blanket on top of his legs. You hadn't noticed when he awoke. His eyes fluttered open to see your focus on the road, your hands tapped lightly on the steering wheel in tune with the song. 

Your voice has joined the radio in song. Well, all the promises we make, from the cradle to the grave, all I want is you. Your voice was soft and quiet not to wake him. While you were still obvious to his woken state h e adjusted himself a little and pulled the blanket up slightly. Maxim wasn’t one for singing too much himself but he did enjoy the carefree look on your face from doing so. He knew that he had about an hour before you would switch and so he was happy for you to sing him back to sleep. Maxim certainly wasn't going to stop you. 

Timur - Avalon - Roxy Music

"You're out of my vision." He was to give you cover encase something went wrong. Yet the silence of your coms had him on edge. Timur knew that you couldn't just stop what you were doing and answer him though, for if you did any attempt to use the com your cover would blow. He was lain down on an advantage point while he looked down to where the gala was been held. Outside on a late evening, rich gardens surrounded the white pop-up building. Timur was a patient man, he could certainly control his emotions and keep calm. That didn’t change that he wanted you in his sights.

He needed not to worry as your voice came through the coms. A light hum of the background music that you sang along to under your breath. And your destination, you don't know it. Avalon.  Your hums filled the coms in moments when there weren’t lyrics. A constant reassurance that you were fine. His shoulders untensed easily, a slight readjustment of his position to get comfortable again. Had it been any other situation he might have even joined you in song. The corner of Timur’s mouth curled up at your singing.  He liked your singing because it meant you were alive.  

Shuhrat - Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

Not many people had seen the inside of his dorm room, let alone unlimited access. Yet it didn't surprise him when he heard the water running from the bathroom upon entrance to his room. His room wasn't too overly decorated yet it was obvious that it was his own room. Small changes had been made, the arrangement of the room, the curtains swapped out. His jumper lay on the back of his chair, with scrap material on his desk. There was evidence that you too shared the room on occasion. A different pillow and a second toothbrush in the bathroom

Yet all of that was pushed to the side of his mind as music and your voice mixed into the sound of running water. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, a silent unspoken invitation if he were to come back to the dorm room.  And you may ask yourself, how did I get here? He paused to listen before he stripped down, Shuhrat’s clothes thrown into the hamper in the corner. His bare form opened the bathroom, yet the foggy glass door and your direction to the side prevented you from seeing him. It wasn't the first time he had joined you in the shower, he often found you borrowing his. You had claimed that his shower was larger than yours, yet he couldn't tell the difference. One day he would be tempted to measure it, just to find out for sure but this wasn't the day. 

Your voice continued, an echo in the steamy room while you washed. A gasp left your mouth in surprise when he opened the shower and stepped in behind you. His arms found their home around your waist as you stopped singing to greet him. "Hey, Shuhrat." His lips replied with a kiss on your neck and rest his head on your shoulder. 

"Please, continue." 

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Revelations: Robby Keene x Larusso!Reader

A/N: Alright, I'm not gonna lie... Robby is one of my favorite characters in the series so far (I just finished episode 3 of season 2) So I might write a bit more for him than others.

Also, I unintentionally made a sequel to Captivation lol. This was supposed to be a normal x reader fic but, my brain said no and took a detour.

Summary: After finally mastering "the Wheel" technique with Robby. You make a shocking discovery about his mother and home life.

~~~

I thought training with dad would be a walk in the park, simple, a refresher on stuff I already knew. I should've known better to make assumptions like that. My dad was unpredictable, and I knew that wouldn't change anytime soon.

The Wheel technique is officially the bain of my existence. When Robby and I first heard about we thought it was nothing more than a weird dance of some kind. And I at least thought we master it in a day. That was until we actually tried to do it in sync. By the end of our first training session, my frustration was at an all-time high.

I was thankful my dad ended up being stuck at the dealership all day the following day. But, after my day-long break, I found myself back at Miyagi-Do. And for once, I found myself dreading the fact that I was here.

Robby hadn't come down yet so I decided to practice the careful movements dad had shown us. But, I got tripped up and forgot what way the next turn was supposed to go. I heard the sliding door open and close, I turned my head to see Robby walking toward me. He seemed tense about something.

"Hey, Robby, which way is the next turn supposed to go? Is it clockwise or counter-clockwise?" I asked.

"I don't remember." He replied in an annoyed tone. "What's the point even? How's a stupid dance gonna save us in a fight?" He added before walking away from me leaving me in a stunned state.

His sudden shift in mood made me confused. Ever since that kiss, we shared he was fine (he got a little more flustered when he saw me) but he seemed mostly normal. But, ever since we began to learn this new technique he's been on edge.

After shaking off the shock that had consumed me I followed after Robby so we could begin our lesson. When we entered the newly repaired backyard we all worked on. We saw dad in the small pond wadding over to the grass to put the bonsai tree on land.

"Dad, What are you doing?"

Dad turned to me when he heard the sound of my voice and hopped out of the water.

"Mr. Miyagi built this a few years before he died. He said it was a monument to balance. But today, it's not gonna balance bonsais. It's gonna help you two learn the wheel technique. Hop in." He explained casually.

"Uh, you actually what us to go in there?" I asked skeptically, Robby and I shared a questioning look before glancing back over at dad.

"Yeah." He answered nonchalantly.

"You could've told us to bring swimsuits," Robby said in an unamused tone.

"Ah c'mon, a little water isn't gonna hurt ya," Dad said brushing him off.

"Dad if a snake or something bites or touches me when I'm in this thing I will-"

"Nothing is in the water, calm down Y/N/N." Dad interrupted with a chuckle.

I bent down to take off my shoes as Robby walked into the water. He let out a shocked gasp for stuttering out. "I-it's c-cold."

"Come on, it's not that bad. I want both of you to get on each side alright?"

"Ah! Dad, what just brushed against me?" I asked, my nerves skyrocketed when I felt something brush past my ankle in the water.

"It's nothing. It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Dad replied trying to calm me down.

Robby pushed down on the moveable platform in the water before turning his head to look at dad. "If we can't do this on the ground how are we going t be able to do it on this?"

"On the ground, it's hard to sense when your partner is moving. On that deck, trust me, you're gonna feel it right away." Robby and I looked skeptically at dad. "Come on. Get up there." He said encouragingly.

Robby and I pushed ourselves up onto the platform. Almost immediately I stumbled at the edge almost falling back into the water.

"Whoa!" I stuttered out.

"Easy easy, just relax you two. Find your balance."

Robby moved slightly making me stumble again.

"Dad, whoa."

"It's alright Y/N/N, just find your balance. You're all right. Okay, sense each other and take your starting positions."

We did our movements messily, we stopped every few seconds to find our balance. But as soon as Robby and I kicked we stumbled back falling into the water.

"It's alright that was a good start, just find your footing and try again," Dad said with determination in his words.

"I don't feel like we're finding anything," Robby replied as he pushed back his now-soaking wet hair.

"Besides water in our ears," I added, now annoyed at the fact that I was completely soaked in old water.

"Come on, guys. Get back up. That was great." Dad encouraged completely brushing off our comments.

I sighed and got back onto the platform, now more determined than ever to stay out of the water.

This was going to be a long training session...

~~~

We were soaked to the bone by the time we finally were able to get through the technique without falling into the water. But, I had to admit, it felt so satisfying finally nailing every moment I was taught.

I walked inside of the Miyagi-Do dojo to get my things since my clothes were finally dry.

"Well, today was both frustrating and awesome at the same time for me. How do you feel about everything?" I inquired with a laugh.

Robby laughed too before replying. "It was great, I think we finally got it." He said with a charming smile.

"Yeah, finally." I rubbed my arms in hopes of warming them, the cold water still left its presence on my skin. "So, do you uh... need a ride?"

"Uh, no I'm good."

I nodded and gave him a smile before turning to walk away.

"Hey, Y/N?"

I turned back around to face him. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about earlier, I'm just dealing with some stuff at home." He admitted.

"Oh, it's okay I had a feeling I needed to give you some time to cool off about... something."

"Yeah I did, my mom took off and forgot to pay some bills."

My heart broke a little at his confession, no wonder he was so tense these past few days.

"But I'm okay now though," He said quickly, I guess my posture and face shifted to one of concern. He closed the gap between us and pecked my lips. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Yeah totally," I replied giving him a kiss of my own.

His charming smile widened exposing a pair of dimples. "Cool, see you around." And with that, he walked away leaving me to stew in the revelation I had been told.

I waited until Robby had fully left the building before walking to go find dad. I found him in one of the many rooms, he was staring at Mr. Miyagi's portrait on the wall.

"Dad, can I talk to you?"

He turned to look at me, his face now full of concern.

"Of course, what's up?"

"Do you know anything about Robby's home life?"

He let me sentence soak in, it seemed as though he began to contemplate what I had said. "Not really, why?"

"Well, he just told me something pretty interesting... and concerning," I said nervously now playing with one of my nails.

"What it is?" He asked quickly.

"He told me his mom took off on him and didn't pay any of the bills."

"Oh my god." He said stunned.

"Yeah, so he's been living by himself without god knows what utilities."

I looked down at the ground, just imagining the thought of how he's been living was beginning to choke me up. My face began to burn as I tried to keep my tears at bay.

Dad noticed this and moved quickly over to me. "Hey hey it's alright, I'll track him down and check on him okay?"

"Really?" I asked in relief.

"Of course, come here," Dad said pulling me in for a comforting hug. "Everything going to be just fine."

~~~ Dad had dropped me off at the house hours ago. The sun had set and he had yet to come back. My nerves felt as though they had set themselves ablaze inside of me. So, to calm me down I resorted to listening to music. It was beginning to work, after a while all I focused on was the lyrics of each song I was listening to.

"In a mirror of you, reflections of you You're showing what you feel like inside Need the power of two Just me and you An image that you hold in your mind Sometimes you're wrong and then sometimes you're right You don't expect me to put up a-"

Gravity Kills, Goodbye (Demo Version)

I saw my door swing open making me pull my headphones off. Dad poked his head in and looked over at me.

"Come downstairs." Before I could say anything else he walked away.

I quickly got up from my bed and stumbled toward my slightly ajar door. I jogged down the stairs as quickly as I could.

"Is everything alright dad? Is Robby okay?" I asked I as rounded the corner. My worries melted away however when I saw him standing with my mother.

"I'm fine," he said as he walked over to me. He grabbed my hands and held them in his, he leaned his head against mine and kissed the bridge of my nose.

I smiled shyly before replying. "Good."

I heard mom clear her throat making us pull apart.

"Y/N/N, why don't you show Robby to the kitchen. I have some leftovers of dinner still on the stove." Mom suggested with a smile.

"Okay." I complied, taking Robby's hand and lightly pulling him toward the kitchen.

~~~

Robby filled up his plate to the max with all of the leftovers he could fit onto the plate. After a bit, he began to tell me all of the things he was doing to get by.

"I was about to eat Pops with water but, your dad showed up before I could."

"My dad has fantastic timing," I said with a laugh. "But I will say I have accidentally eaten cereal with water before, it's not the worst thing in the world."

"Really?' Robby asked laughing himself.

"Yeah, it wasn't good, I will never do it again but it's not disgusting."

"I'll remember that the next time I have to resort to that."

"I hope there isn't a next time," I replied glumly.

Before Robby could say anything else mom and dad walked in.

"Okay Robby, we have decided to let you stay here for as long as you need to." Mom said softly yet sternly at the same time.

Robby looked stunned at her sentence. "I- I couldn't, it would be too much I-"

"Robby we're not going to let you stay in an apartment without power or food." Dad interrupted. "We have plenty of space for you here and I promise it won't cause us any trouble."

Robby sighed before sinking down into his chair slightly. "Thank you, I really appreciate all of this."

"No problem honey." Mom said fondly.

"Just make yourself at home, okay?"

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'