#UGH I WISH THERE WAS A SEQUEL

[urmultideadfandomperson]

Guys, this is super random to post in Tumblr, but I have this dream...

It was a weird dream—I can't really remember a lot of the details. The plot was somewhat about the Philippines being a "hazardous country" and for some reason, there were some dangerous plants trying to attack us.

Us? What do you mean us?

Well... here goes the part of the dream that made me feel the shivers and the butterflies in my stomach.

In the middle of the chaos, it was me and Arcturus IN MY BEDROOM. HE WAS LEGIT IN MY BEDROOM IN MY DREAM. It was nighttime, and somehow, I allowed him to sleep in my bedroom. Arcky slept on the floor (don't worry, I placed a mattress on the floor for him to sleep) and I slept on my small bed.

We also exchanged blankets, and I think that's cute.

While I was tossing and turning in bed, Arcky was still awake, just looking up at the ceiling. Then suddenly, I threw my pillow beside Arcky's head and left my bed tO SNUGGLE UP AGAINST HIM OMG WTF

AND THEN ARCTURUS SNUGGLED ME BACK AND KISSED MY FOREHEAD. TWICE. In return... I KISSED HIS CHEEK TWICE AS WELL.

He was smiling down at me before closing my eyes to sleep, still snuggling against him. At that point, we just snuggled to sleep and it was really wholesome.

And after that wholesome moment, we went to this "dangerous" forest parts of the Philippines to stop the entities and whatever was in there.

And that was it. I woke up. Weird dreams, aye?

Oh! As an addition...

THIS WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH ARCTURUS. SERIOUSLY I WAS NEVER INTO HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE AND AFTER WAKING UP FROM MY DREAM, I SUDDENLY GREW FEELINGS FOR THAT BALL OF SUNSHINE.

ARCKY WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME???

[allthebestcowgirls]

i need to watch lisa frankenstein a million more times

[bastard-of-a-bog-being]

Hey guys I saw a leaked script for frozen 3 and hands makes a return !!

Hans: literally just breathes Elsa: smirks and Murders him to death with ice powers, struts away sassily because she’s Idina Menzel Hands: will return in Frozen 4 and every short thereafter for this same joke

[todayisafridaynight]

NOOOO RIGHT 'CAUSE LIKE... the way the Arakawa Family specialize in faking deaths already, I'm sure Jo was so on top of everything. And who better to walk Masato through it right... flight's the perfect time to get started if it's gonna take like fourteen hours...

BUT YES. YEAH. Like The Day Of he's just paralyzed with worry and caught between wanting to do something and not wanting to go against Aoki... maybe at most he chances calling Arakawa telling him to be careful, because that's not too conspicuous given his role in the dissolution, but Arakawa just gives him the old I'll Be Fine Worry About Yourself... and, you know, why shouldn't he; they've always had their enemies and he's Arakawa the Assassin, he can handle himself... he can let himself have that fleeting hope, but deep down... and THEN he finds out and has to act like he didn't mean anything to him and has to go back to his duties like nothing happened... OUGH

Can I just say. Literally such an insane fucking series of scenes in Coin Locker Baby. Because you get Jo's despondence when he's saying he might have killed Arakawa--he's being a bitch to provoke Ichiban into a fight, but it's also an admission his inaction played a part, isn't it... and then you get him expressing that he's familiar with Ichiban's need to protect Arakawa... and then you get the sheer desperation and insistence in his voice when he says he could never kill him... and then you get--I'm not totally sure how clear it is in English--but you get him actively saying his feelings go deeper than Ichiban's without really explaining how... and then you get the tinge of fondness when he's thinking back on the old days when Arakawa lived up to his name... Like. Why Did They Do That. Any Of That.

ALSO. GOD. I've gotten so much shit the past couple days because I said I want to lock Jo, Kume, and Tendo in a room for five minutes For My Entertainment. Reading those tags felt like coming home honestly 😭 Like, even Ichi was ready to kill someone over Arakawa, and Jo was out here threatening to disembowel people [in the dub]. And I Think They Should Be Allowed To. As A Treat. So FOR REAL the biggest "I'm so glad we get to talk" 😭😭😭

On that note genuinely so funny that I took an extra ten minutes re-rendering the video because I forgot to put the "flashback" part in Arakawa's subtitles at first but then nobody read it 😭

But it's also something I've been mulling over because I'm delusional. Getting actors as high-profile as Nakai and Takei back for just A Flashback is kinda crazy to me because Arakawa and Jo's screen-time took up a full four percent of the entire game [over ten percent of the cutscenes] originally. But then if it's multiple flashbacks equivalent to that... what exactly is going on here that the past is so intertwined...

And Because My Brain Is Evil there is the fact that technically speaking, Yokoyama only said that line was from a flashback, and specified Arakawa wouldn't be appearing in the main story. Now of course a normal person would interpret that as him reassuring the audience he won't appear in any present-day scenes, but part of me was like. Oh So A Side Story Is On The Table [<- it's not it's fucking not it will not be in a million years]

JUST. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS COOKING WHY IS THE KITCHEN DOOR CLOSED WHY ARE THE WINDOWS BLACKED OUT

ANYWAYS that's enough from me for today I am [as always] glad you enjoyed One Missed Call and Kyouen, ABSOLUTE bangers

YAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYIN YOU GET IT. UNSURPRISINGLY BUT YOU GET IT ಥ▽ಥ

no but thats what i MEAN like i already was jokin with myself like 'jo and arakawa probably had A Thing right lmao' BUT THEN THE WAY JO TALKED BOUT ARAKAWA AND OBVI THE GENERAL FACT HE COULDNT KILL HIM REALLY JUST MADE ME (。・∀・??) AND REAALLLY LOOK AT EM CLOSER THE SECOND TIME AROUND like genuinely for what. it will fuck me up until i'm dead and gone SOOO unnecessary and yet they did it..

wack that people wouldnt want to see kume and tendo stuck in a room with jo like. from what i know everyone is a part of the We Hate Kume gang so. cmon. kume will be shredded into candy floss within five minutes. it'll be fun (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

OK BUT NAKAI AND TSUTSUMI'S STATUS WAS A BIG REASON WHY I DIDNT THINK ARAKAWA NOR JO WOULD BE BACK FOR LAD8 THAT'S SO VALID TO CONSIDER THAT its that idea that just has me especially wondering what the plan is. im not expecting them to have MAJOR parts (or in arakawa's case too many flashback segments) but they MUST have a SUBSTANTIAL amount to warrant bringing them back right..

[moecartoons]

On the subject of Aladdin 2, I love the song "You're Only Second Rate" for Wicked. Just IMAGINE the visuals. The line "Granny's gonna GETCHA" is especially funny to me.

[anonymouscheeses]

This. And ive seen people say "get over it. Blah blah you guys are so annoying jst let it be" but i dont get that gen. Because old players feel connected to the original game because of the topics and the CHARACTERS. Especially Chloe, ykno? The deepest character in the franchise (idk i havent played lis 2). + a fan favorite. And all that we went through with Chloe, trying to keep her alive, bonding with her, etc etc. The narrative literally makes a focus on Chloe as a motive for Max which is literally the entire game. Yeah, its a bit annyoing sometimes cuz, let the game breathe. But, its okay to complain?? We can, and its horrible to feel like the entire first game felt like nothing. Like our choices felt like nothing. This game, i have hopes for and i think theres gonna be alot of things we like.

But theres definitely gonna be alot of things we DONT like.

“Max Caulfield will have new love interests”

Don’t look so sad, I’m never leaving you.

Max…I’ll always be with you.

I wanted to live an adventure…but not without you.

You make me feel like I know what I’m doing.

And you make me feel like I have a reason to stay in Arcadia Bay.

My powers might not last, Chloe.

That’s okay, we will. Forever.

I’m so glad you’re my partner in crime.

As long as you’re my partner in time.

And, Max Caulfield…don’t you forget about me.

Never.

Oh, okay.

[meejijis]

SK flowers is coming out tomorrow and I wish I could be more hyped for it but then remembering what happens in the sequels really makes me upset :/

[retrob0t]

i just want star wars YA book about Rey.. give me a cute little story of her life on Jakku!!! her fixing up the falcon for Unkar Plutt and getting into shenanigans!!! UGH or even just a normal book in between tlj & tros or... even post tros???!!!! I know we probably won't get much Rey related stuff until her movie is out (or maybe they'll bring back the Journey to Series, that was fun!!!) but I desperately want books focused on the sequel cast. The post rotj era books have been SOO GOOD and if i could just get some more breadcrumbs of these little dorks, then i'd be SO happy

[heretherebedork]

Honestly, revisiting this show after The Time of Fever is fascinating because it really starts out feeling like Hotae was the one who left Donghee rather than the other way around. And seeing this line after the show just hits differently. And when an injured Hotae gets brought in and Donghee brings out his first aid kit?

This is agony knowing their backstory, knowing the love that was between them and who rejected who and how heartbroken they both were and the joy they used to bring to each other that they can't even approach right now. Ugh. My entire heart to them.

Hits so differently now. Ugh. I do love prequels. Though I wish we could get a happy ending sequel as well. They deserve joy, damnit.

Honestly, just everything about them is so much more painful with the new knowledge of who they were to each other and who they were together and how that all ended.

Absolutely feral over them now. Hotae finally pushing for what he's wanted for so long (because he's wanted this for so long) and the instant rejection from Donghee out of trauma and I love them so much more on a second viewing and with the new show in mind.

[juicybeetz]

It pains me to see people calling Beetlejuice the worst of the worst things/him being a creepo whenever they talk about his relationship with Lydia in the original movie.

Lydia is like the one female character in the film that Beetlejuice doesn’t outwardly objectify. He kisses Barbara, he winds himself in snake form between Delia’s legs, he gropes that lady in the waiting room… if anything, he’s incredibly non-sexual towards Lydia. He does mention feeling “anxious” after mentioning “Edgar Allen Poe’s daughter” to Barbara, but in the context of the movie I always chalked it up less to him being sexually attracted to Lydia and more to the adrenaline rush he got after waiting so long to finally scare some humans… that energy’s gotta go somewhere! 😆

Even in the scene where he meets Lydia, he’s initially illuminated with the red light of the Inferno Room, but one he uncovers his eyes and leans forward to look at her, the light becomes white. I feel that it’s a clear indication that he’s not interested in her in that way. It’s deeper than that. I think he’s just interested in the fact that she’s a living being so in tune with the dead that she can see him without him having to be summoned, and he’s completely infatuated with that. Smitten, even.

You could also argue that his “marriage” towards her isn’t to get into her pants but is instead a two fold thing: to get him out of the world of the dead but to allow her to enter the world of the dead. Because she wanted it! She told him so earlier in the film! He’s basically granting her wish (in the spookiest way possible that also benefits him, but still). Like, yeah, okay, the Maitlands rightly save Lydia from the marriage and she’s better off for it, but I think in a weird twisted way, Beetlejuice at that point is endeared to her. If the sequel indicates anything, he straightens himself out, starts a business, perhaps even helps with Lydia’s show… he becomes soft because of her.

I’m sure the Maitlands reinforced just how terrible Beetlejuice was to Lydia as she grew up around them, but I wonder if, with her adult eyes, and if there was a third movie (which there should be UGH TIM you and your cliffhanger!) she could understand how truly special he thinks she is. It’s just so clear to me and I don’t know how it isn’t that way to others.

[thedissonantverses]

Big rant incoming because apparently Veilguard is now antisemitic because of the Executors. I’m angry angry just be aware.

Maybe we could stop applying terminally online leftist politics to the game with dragons for one fucking second because this is beyond the pale and could actually cause real world harm to Jewish people.

I am not kidding I read an entire “critique” that somehow went down the rabbit hole from “I didn’t like the secret ending”(which is fine) to “VG is liberal politics and cozy game and baaaaaad”(again ugh but fine) to “oh this is actually antisemitism now because of this thing I barely understand.” You managed to take an intentionally vague sequel setup and turn it into…that. You didn���t even go back far enough in history to properly talk about the problem and what you’re even saying. And what really pisses me off is there are places to talk about antisemitism in fantasy but oh no we’re not gonna do that here now are we?

Like this is actually the careless and thoughtless bullshit you accuse BioWare of doing. It is so unbelievably appalling to me how half-assed the discussion was. This is something that has been harming Jewish people for actual centuries and you just vaguely alluded to it cause you’re so pissy about this game for some reason. I wish I was surprised like at all but here we are again. You cannot do this without more than a Wikipedia article and a vague reference to the Holocaust Museum and I can’t believe I have to point that out to people. You should not be attaching it to your fucking DA write-up without serious consideration.

Get a fucking grip.

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens - December reads part #3- fanfics recs 🤓🩷🎄

I ´ve decided to write a short summary each month about the books i read. I need this to let go of the stories, its a nice way of saying good-bye to them and to spread the love to the authors and to you. 🩷

I only read finished stories and rarely one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here, as i really like to dive deep into the plot and i keep losing track of WIPs. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

Also i try to find every author here on tumblr to link-to, but sadly some times i am out of luck. If you happen to know them, please tell them, write to me in the comments or DM me and i will update the post!

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Multichapter Fanfics

Dark Literature (E) by @unproblematicme

Well this was a first for me. Human AU with our ineffable loves being exes. Ugh. Lucky for me, Aziraphale is hired by Gabriel to work for the same company on a regular basis. But all of this somehow fades into the background as a haunting starts on the 13th floor of the building. Massive ghoststory and halloween-vibes ensues! 🎃

I'd like to think i still know you (T) by @inherently_human

Human AU. Crowley and Aziraphale went to school together, before life took them on separate paths. Crowley actually detests the thought of the 30years reunion, but ... maybe he would meet Aziraphale again?

Biggest laugh: "Age has not done your eloquence any favors, I see." 😂

The ineffable bride (T) by @theravenmuse

Warlock asks Nanny Astoreth to read him a book he got from the gardener. The story is about a prince named Aziraphale, who fell in love with a farm boy that left to make good fortune, but never came back. Now he is supposed to marry Prince Gabriel.

Happiness, more or less (M) by @mllekurtz

Crowley moves into a flat above a bookshop, glad to have found a short lease. If it weren't for the strange noises in the night ... A ghost story, a love story.

Biggest laugh: "i'm not learning the riddle you have for a name." 😅 I love love love this one. It had me laugh, it had me on the edge and it made me cry. Please give this one a try! 🩷

Intermezzo (E) by @feraltuxedo

Crowley is a former Rockstar, whose career as opera-writer was crashed by Aziraphale Fell's official critique. 10 years later Crowley is offered to write a symphony and get a TV documentary on it, but there is a catch: Aziraphale is the one who will be presenting. Human AU, Enemies to lovers, very nice. Also the author has a way of leading up to and describing explicit scenes that had me wish for more. 😋

The accidental understudy (T) by @appleseeds

Human AU. Aziraphale is the stage manager, when he re-meets with famous actor and former school-collegue Crowley for a play of panto. Sweet fluff ensues as both have had their secret crushes for 30 years.

Love Thy Neighbor (E) by @snae-b

Aziraphale runs a successful bakery blog, but recently he is getting more and more delayed with his posts. The new neighbor is simply a nuisance with his construction noises throughout the day and his loud music in the night. One evening his temper gets the best of him and Aziraphale fists on the door. What will he see, when the door opens? You'll never guess. 😉

Oneshots

Naked in Malibu (E) by @cemeteryangel725

Human AU. Crowley is a famous actor, who is home early from his shoot without telling anyone. And naked. Aziraphale is the hired interior designer, who just so happens to be in Crowley´s home to redesign it. The rest is epic seduction and surprises beneath clothes.

Actually a re-read, as the author gifted us a with a sequel for christmas - see next! 🤓

Naked in New York (E) by @cemeteryangel725

Crowley and Aziraphale have been dating secretly for months now. They both have been falling in love and - of course, these are our beloved idiots! - they have NOT been talking about it. But there is this big red carpet-thingy coming up. Oh no, what is Crowley supposed to do? 😉

Hot Blood, Hot thoughts, Hot Deeds (E) by @supergeek21

Aziraphale sorts the books, when shortky before closing time a strange looking man, dressed all in Black and kind of outdated clothes comes in. He has quite some sharp teeth, too ... 🧛‍♂️🦇

The Serpent King (T) by @angela345

After the death of his father, King Gabriel rules the country. But a curse seems to have befallen the former prosperous kingdom. So knights are being sent out to the Serpent King of the neighbouring kingdom. Will they be able to break the spell? A fairytale.

Stocking Stuffers (E) by @cemeteryangel725

Yes, i know - this is the 3rd rec for @cemeteryangel725 in this blog alone. What can i say - she is a glorious (smut)writer. 😁 In this one we meet again with our beloved husbands from the human AU "Of fire and falcons", which you should definitely read, too. In this oneshot Crowley does a little christmas-strip for his Santaziraphale. 🌶️🎅

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boutique (T) by @dragonfire42

Aziraphale goes shopping with Jim to dress him up for the ball ... Sweet!

The Snake Prince (T) by @LTRisback

Aziraphale takes a walk and bumps into a snake - a talking snake. He offers to save him from the cold and takes him to his bookshop.

Sweet, short fairytale i found bc of another artist who made this beautiful Art to it @rocas-are-doing-well

Only Ever Meant For Someone Else (T) by @di-42

Human AU. Every year the night before christmas, Aziraphale drives his passengers for free as an act of charity. This year, when he has finally finished his shift, there is a commotion behind him. Realising the other driver has wrecked his bentley, he offers to take him to the hospital, where his - presumably - wife Anathema is in labour.

Beautiful little christmas story, seasoned with a bit of angst and a happy ending. 🎄

Biggest laugh: “Of course. I can see how this entire predicament is very clearly her fault.” 😅

I loved this story and it stayed with me for several days.

All the pretty girls (T) by @spectrallydistracted

Crowley has made a pact with Ana to date each week for a whole year - or as long as it takes to find a partner. Sadly all the pretty girls never click. Unlike the very male barista Aziraphale ... 😉

So thats 16 stories this time, next year i will start counting for the whole year, just for the fun of it. 🥳

Found something you like? Spread the love with kudos, sharing and loving 😅🩷

Have a wonderfull start to 2025! 🎆

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I am better

Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

A/N: I kinda roasted Rey at the end. I can't help it, I hate her. The only reason I tortured myself with the sequels was literally only because Oscar Isaac as Poe lol.

Quick summary: At a conversation between you, Finn and Poe about the old Clone Wars, you spoke faster than thinking, saying Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the Galaxy. Poe did not like that.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: nsfw, PinV, dom Poe, punishment, cockwarming, kind of dark Poe, jealous Poe.

A/N 2: Just realized the pic looks perfect. Finn is like: "Girl, you better run..." and Poe looks like: "Excuse me? What did you just say?!"

Sometimes it's better to think before speaking. It all started harmless, Finn, Poe and you were talking about the Clone Wars. Poe was worshipping the Clones, wishing they would be still around, Finn was drooling over Ahsoka Tano...and you? You were all over Anakin Skywalker, admiring everything about him.

"Anakin Skywalker? Come on, that's overkill!" Finn snorted, looking down at the Dejarik round they were playing.

"Why? Just because you're worshipping Ahsoka?" You chuckled, watching Finns dejarik player getting slamdunked.

"Ugh, you and your crushes..." Poe scoffed and leaned forward, preparing his round.

"Atleast we have one individual we love and not millions." you backfired at him, grinning cheekily.

"I think Poe chooses the Clones because all the other ladies are ugly and Ahsoka is the only sexy looking one." Finn nudged Poe, making him give a confused expression.

"Poe, how about Obi Wan?" you asked.

"Nah. He's way too noble, way too jedi-like..." he retorted with an disgusted expression.

"Wait! What about Bo Katan? Isn't she someone you'd be into, mate?" Finn suggested.

"I would even arrange the date between you two." You chuckled.

Poe just looked at you two, surprised but uncaring "You two are absolutely unfair, you know that?"

You three kept playing dejarik for a bit before Finn spoke up again.

"Hey, but what about you? Why Anakin Skywalker? Is it because he turned bad and you're kinda into bad boys?" Finn grinned at you.

"No!" you smiled, turning your head to hide the slight red on your cheeks.

"Don't be shy! Come on, spill it." Poe teased, giving you a cocky grin.

"Alright, alright, you won. I like him because he was the best in everything. Best at fighting, strong in the force." you leaned back in your seat.

"Wait, nothing else? Really?" Poe asked curiously.

"He invented the spinning." Finn joked.

You laughed hard. "And he's the best pilot in the Galaxy." you retorted but gulped as realization hit you.

You looked back up at Finn and Poe, Finn had his hand on his chin, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to come out of him. At this point you were glad at sitting opposite from them as you saw Poe's jaw tensing.

"Pheww, okay guys, I gotta go to Chewie and talk with him about something." Finn broke the silence, preparing to stand up.

"Wait, Finn! We didn't even finish our dejarik round!" You gave him an almost pleading look.

"I- uhh, I'm sure you and Poe can finish it just fine, right mate?" Finn chuckled nervously, giving Poe a pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we will get this over with and see who's the better one." Poe gave you a scowl.

"See? That's why I chose Ahsoka!" Finn grinned, finding the situation amusing.

"Anaking was Ahsoka's master!" you retorted, seeing Poe giving you a warning glance.

"See you guys later!" Finn waved and stood up, walking off, leaving only Poe and you alone.

"Poe...listen, I didn't mean to--" You got cut off by Poe, who stood up and made his way to you.

"I'll teach you better." he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the Millennium Falcon, leading you towards a small freighter nearby. Once inside and ensurring they were alone, he lead you to the cargohold and locked the entrance of the ship.

-----

Now you were on Poe's lap, his cock buried deep inside you, he held you firmly in place, not moving a little bit.

"Repeat what you said." Poe demanded lowly.

You squirmed, desperately trying to get atleast some friction "I-I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no, tell me. I wanna hear it coming out of your mouth again."

"Anakin-... is the b-best pilot in the Galaxy-..." you tried to move again but Poe had an iron grip that made it impossible.

"But is he really? Or is there someone better, hm?" Poe asked, holding you in place.

"Yes, you." you replied, making Poe's hips move a little bit before stopping once more. The little friction he gave felt so good, causing you to whimper after he stopped.

"So you admit I am the best and Skywalker is nothing compared to me?" he asked again.

"Poeee, please move. It's killing me..." you begged, feeling how slippy everything down there is.

"Answer." he tutted.

"Anakin is nothing compared to you. You're the best, Poe. Only you." you whimpered needily.

Poe chuckled, "See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he started moving slowly, only enough to make you crave for more.

Your eyes lulled back, you wanted Poe to move faster "Please faster."

"Is there something else you might tell me about Skywalker?" Poe asked, his pace increased slightly.

You knew exactly why he asked you that, he knew your mind was clouded with pleasure and thinking wasn't your speciality rightnow.

"He's handsome.." you slipped out.

"Handsome, huh?" Poe repeated, his hips stopped again.

"No- I mean- you-you're handsome. Anakin's not." You stuttered, trying to correct yourself.

"Damn right I am." he started moving again.

"If you ever say someone is better than me again, I will make sure to fuck you so hard you will forget all their names and only remember mine. Now enjoy the ride, honey."

Poe's thrusts increased even more, moving you up and down simutaniously.

Your orgasm approached so fast, it was only mere minutes before it ripped through your body. Poe's orgasm came right after yours. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of you up while you put your clothes back on.

Poe and you left the freighter, walking back to the Millennium Falcon as Finn approached

"Heyy, did you two finally got an agreement?" Finn asked, looking at you two.

"Yep. We uh- we came to an agreement that Anakin is better at..." you trailed off, looking at Poe who was looking back at you expectantly.

"He is better with his lightsaber than Rey. I mean- come on, Anakin got training and Rey didn't, right? Having powers without getting trained is no right to call themselves a Jedi, right?" You chuckled nervously, your eyes flicking towards Poe for a split second.

"Damn, girl, you're really into the mood to fight anyone today, eh?" Finn laughed.

You glanced back to Poe, seeing him inhale heavily and closing his eyes briefly.

Noticing this, you quickly nudged Finn's shoulder, "Hey Finn, wanna finish our Dejarik round? I beat Poe, but the others are still in it." you urged him.

"Alright. Let's do this." Finn agreed casually and started walking.

You walked closely beside him, looking over your shoulder to see Poe shooting you another warning and his expression turning dark.

Oh no...

[joyfuladorable]

Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!

There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)

2k3:

Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!

Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!

Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing

My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!

Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete

OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help

A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete

Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE

A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete

That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH

Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete

Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)

"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete

Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!

What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete

OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!

Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete

Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU

Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete

Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA

Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete

When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)

A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete

Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete

Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him

Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete

Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...

When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete

Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)

Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete

Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!

Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete

OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family

To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete

AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!

you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)

imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)

just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete

Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU

Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete

Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')

'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete

Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?

Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters

Flipbook by T33la - Complete

Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos

Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing

Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)

The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there

The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing

Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)

2012:

Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete

Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*

walk with open hands by taizi - Complete

Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete

Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)

evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?

Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY

Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT

traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete

Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)

Rise:

nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete

Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)

either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete

Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)

going under by redhairedmuses - Complete

Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant

Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm

that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete

With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats

Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences

Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)

Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete

When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain

Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete

Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)

A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete

Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)

The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete

Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective

Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing

Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it

Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing

With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*

Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing

Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous

Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing

Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)

Multi/Other:

Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing

Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*

The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete

A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)

I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)

Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?

Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)

To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)

The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)

How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing

Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing

More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)

The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing

2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)

Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:

Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing

(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)

Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide

Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete

(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over

Shell Game by T33la - Complete

(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)

Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete

(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus

Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete

(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice

Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete

(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)

Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete

(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One

Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers

mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete

(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic

Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete

(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain

Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing

(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam

The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing

(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)

“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing

Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 13/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 6157

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 13 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the evening arrived, you stirred in Ben’s arms, still feeling a bit groggy from your extended nap. You blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room as you realized the day had slipped away while you rested.

Ben, feeling you move, tightened his hold slightly and murmured, “Hey, good nap?”.

You nestled closer to him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his embrace. “yeah”, you admitted, your voice soft and slightly raspy from sleep. “How long was I out?”.

“Pretty much the whole afternoon”, Ben replied, a grin playing on his lips. “You needed it, though. Growing a little supe is hard work”.

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. “Yeah, I guess it is”, you agreed, a sense of contentment washing over you.

Ben’s fingers traced light patterns on your back, his touch soothing and affectionate. “I was thinking we could just stay in tonight. Maybe order some takeout and watch a movie or something?”.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “That sounds perfect”, you said, smiling. “I’m not sure I’m up for anything more strenuous than that right now”.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

A week later, on Monday, the two of you got up early to head to work. While Ben made coffee in the kitchen, you busied yourself getting ready. To your disappointment, every pair of jeans you tried on felt like it cut into your stomach. You felt beyond bloated, and the constant tiredness lingered, making everything feel like more of a chore. Eventually, you decided on a comfy, soft dress that gave you some relief.

As you walked towards Ben in the kitchen and leaned in to kiss him. But as you tasted the coffee on his lips, your stomach churned violently. "Oh shit", you mumbled, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you bolted towards the bathroom.

Ben's brow furrowed in concern, though he couldn't resist a slight grumble, "That's one way to react to me". He followed you quickly, the worry evident in his eyes as he reached the bathroom door.

You were kneeling by the toilet, your body heaving as nausea overtook you. Ben crouched beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Breathe, baby. Just breathe", he murmured, his voice soft and comforting.

“You okay?”, he asked softly, his voice laced with worry.

You nodded weakly, taking deep breaths as you tried to settle your stomach. “Yeah, I think so”, you managed to say, your voice shaky.

“I guess the baby doesn’t like coffee”, he said with a gentle tease, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to make you feel better. “Seems like it”, you replied, leaning against him for support.

“Ugh”, you mumbled. “I certainly didn’t miss this”, you said, referring to the morning sickness.

Ben chuckled softly, guiding you to the sink. “You and me both”, he said with a playful glint in his eye. “Though, I have to admit, you’re even more adorable when you’re all grumpy and groggy”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere, mister”, you teased back, squeezing some toothpaste onto your toothbrush.

Ben grumbled under his breath, “You know, I’d much rather have you at home than at the tower. Less stress for both of us”.

You shot him an annoyed glance. “Ben, we’ve been over this. I’m not just going to sit around at home”.

He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win this argument. “I know, I know. Just fucking wishful thinking".

After you finished brushing your teeth, you both headed out to the car. The morning was still cool and crisp as you settled into the passenger seat, Ben taking the wheel.

As the two of you sat in the car, Ben driving, you couldn’t help but gag repeatedly, fighting the persistent nausea that refused to let up. Ben glanced over at you with concern, then tried to lighten the mood with some teasing.

“You know, if our baby ends up being as picky as this, we’re in for a wild ride”, he said with a smirk.

You managed a weak smile despite feeling miserable. “I hope it get your iron stomach, not mine”.

Ben chuckled.

You gagged again, and Ben quickly added, “At least you’re getting it all out now. Imagine if this happened during a meeting”.

You groaned at the thought. “Please, don’t jinx it”.

Ben laughed softly, his eyes full of affection. “Hey, maybe I should start carrying a bucket around for you. Or a ‘morning sickness emergency kit.’ It could be a new trend”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image. “You’re ridiculous”-

“But you love me for it”, he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Unfortunately, yes”, you teased back, feeling a bit better thanks to his humor.

By the time you arrived at work, you felt more composed, if not entirely free of nausea. The two of you got out of the car, and Ben, in his supe suit, naturally drew attention as he always did when walking through the tower. His hand rested at your lower back, guiding you to the elevators.

Inside the elevator, A-Train stood there, sipping his shake as he saw the two of you. “Soldier Boy, I wanted to talk to you. I have an idea about—”, he started, but Ben cut him off, grumpy as always.

You rolled your eyes at Ben’s abruptness and turned to A-Train. “What idea?”, you asked gently, trying to smooth over the interaction.

A-Train looked at you with gratitude, then launched into his explanation. “I was thinking about founding a training camp for supe kids and normal kids from troubled families. Kids who are into sports. I’d train them, help them develop their skills, give them a sense of direction and purpose”.

You nodded, intrigued. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, A-Train. It could really make a difference in their lives”.

Ben grunted, clearly not in the best mood but still listening. “And how exactly do you plan to manage this? Between missions and everything else?”.

A-Train straightened up, determination in his eyes. “I’ve already thought about that. We can schedule training sessions around our missions, and I can get some of the other supes to help out too. It’s not just about training their powers but also teaching them discipline, teamwork, and responsibility”.

You smiled, impressed by A-Train’s passion and foresight. “I think it’s worth a shot, Ben. We always talk about how the next generation needs better guidance”.

Ben sighed, looking from you to A-Train. “Fine. I’ll consider it. But you better have a solid plan ready to present by the end of the week, or it’s off the table”.

A-Train nodded eagerly. “You got it”.

The elevator dinged, signaling it had reached the top floor. The doors slid open, and the three of you stepped out, making your way toward the meeting room. The hallway buzzed with the usual activity, staff members moving about their business.

As you entered the meeting room, you were greeted by the smell of nail polish. Kimiko sat at the table, calmly painting her fingernails as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The sharp scent hit you hard, and you gagged, trying your best to hide it.

But, of course, Ben noticed immediately. “Eh! China, don’t do this fucking shit in here!”, he snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Kimiko rolled her eyes and responded in sign language, her expression unimpressed. You’re such a dick, she signed.

Frenchie, sitting next to her, couldn’t suppress his chuckle. “She’s right, you know. Not everyone is cut out for your military discipline, mon ami”.

Ben glared at him but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention back to you, concern evident in his eyes. “You okay?”.

You nodded, though you still felt queasy. “I’ll be fine”, you whispered, grateful for his protective nature despite his grumpiness.

The meeting began, and you did your best to focus on the discussions, even as the lingering smell of nail polish made your stomach churn. Ben kept a close eye on you, his hand occasionally squeezing yours under the table as a silent show of support.

At one point, Ben cleared his throat and turned to the team. “What about the supe kids in Europe? Are they keeping it lowkey, or are they being crazy again?”.

Frenchie leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “It’s a mixed bag, really. Some of them are trying to stay under the radar, but we’ve had reports of a few causing trouble. Mostly in Eastern Europe. The authorities are having a hard time keeping things under control”.

Kimiko, who had finished her nails and was now fanning them dry, signed, They’re young and reckless. They need guidance, just like A-Train’s program.

Ben nodded, taking in the information. “We need to keep an eye on that situation. Last thing we need is an international incident because some kid can’t control their powers”.

A-Train, ever the eager participant, chimed in. “Maybe we can expand the training camp idea internationally. Set up satellite programs to help those kids too”.

You smiled at the idea, appreciating A-Train’s enthusiasm. “That could be a great long-term goal. But we should probably start with one successful camp here first and use it as a model”.

Ben grunted in agreement. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One fucking step at a time. But it’s something to think about”.

The rest of the meeting went smoothly, with everyone contributing ideas and discussing ongoing projects.

While Ben continued to talk to Butcher about the situation with the supe kids in Europe, the rest of the team began to file out of the meeting room. As you stood up, your stomach rumbled loudly, catching the attention of both Ben and Butcher.

Butcher raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oi, Soldier Boy, you not feeding her properly or what?”.

Ben rolled his eyes and shot back, “Last I checked, I don’t need fucking advice from someone who thinks a balanced diet is a six-pack and a pack of cigarettes”.

Butcher laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the banter. “Touché, mate. Touché”.

You couldn’t help but grin at their exchange, feeling a surprising surge of hunger wash over you. “Actually, I could really use some food right now”, you admitted.

Ben’s expression softened as he turned to you. “Let’s get you something to eat then”. He placed a gentle hand on your back, guiding you towards the cafeteria.

Butcher called after you both, still grinning. “Take care of her, Soldier Boy. She’s the brains of this operation”.

Ben waved him off with a smirk. “Don’t I fucking know it”.

As you walked down the hallway, the smell of food from the cafeteria became more enticing. Your hunger grew, making you realize just how much you needed to eat.

When you arrived at the cafeteria, Ben quickly found a table and then went to gather a variety of food items, ensuring there was something you’d be able to stomach. He returned with a tray filled with toast, fruit, yogurt, and a cup of herbal tea.

“Here you go”, he said, setting the tray down in front of you.

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Ben. I don’t know where this sudden hunger came from, but I appreciate it”.

As you started to eat, Ben sat beside you, his arm draped casually over the back of your chair. “Feeling any better?”, he asked, watching you with concern.

You nodded between bites. “Yeah, actually. This is helping a lot”.

At noon, you made your way towards Ben’s office, ready to grab some lunch. However, when you arrived, you found that he was at an appointment with the vice president and Butcher. With a sigh, you decided to wait for him, taking a seat on the comfortable couch in his office.

The morning’s events, combined with the lingering effects of your morning sickness, had left you feeling more exhausted than you realized. As you settled into the couch, your eyelids grew heavy, and before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

A little while later, Ben entered the office, fresh from his meeting. He paused when he saw you sleeping peacefully on the couch, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He carefully approached, not wanting to wake you, and gently draped a blanket over you.

He then sat down at his desk, working quietly to avoid disturbing your rest. The soft tapping of his keyboard was a soothing backdrop as you slept, providing a comforting sense of normalcy.

Ben still got used to all the technology, but he did a decent job by now, though you did most of the work for him.

The next two weeks passed without anything special happening. By now you were eight weeks pregnant, still feeling tired all the time and vomiting nearly 24/7.

One particularly rough night, Ben was trying to get some sleep, but you found yourself hanging over the toilet, feeling utterly exhausted. The relentless nausea and fatigue had taken their toll, and you felt as though you were running on empty.

Ben stirred and noticed your absence from the bed. He sighed softly, pushing back the covers and getting up. Padding quietly into the bathroom, he found you leaning over the toilet, your face pale and drawn.

“Hey”, he said gently, kneeling beside you and rubbing your back in soothing circles. “Rough night?”.

You nodded weakly, not having the energy to speak. The retching had left you feeling drained, and all you wanted was for the nausea to end.

Ben, trying to lighten the mood, offered a gentle tease. “You know, when they said pregnancy was a beautiful journey, I don’t think they mentioned the part where you become best friends with the toilet”.

Despite feeling miserable, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, they definitely left that part out”, you replied weakly, appreciating his attempt to make you smile.

He continued to rub your back, his touch soothing.

“You should go back to bed”, you mumbled softly, feeling guilty for keeping him up.

Ben shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. “Not a chance. I’m not leaving you alone like this”.

You sighed, appreciating his support but also worried about his rest. “I don’t want you to be exhausted too. You need sleep, Ben”.

“Shut up”, he grinned, kissing your temple. “I’m right where I need to be”.

For over an hour, Ben stayed by your side, kneeling next to you and rubbing your back. His presence was a constant source of comfort, and despite your exhaustion and discomfort, you felt grateful for his unwavering support.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the nausea began to subside enough for you to think about standing up. You sighed in relief, feeling a bit steadier. “I think I can stand now”, you said softly.

Ben helped you up gently, his arm around your waist to support you. “Take it slow”, he advised, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, leaning on him as you made your way to the sink to brush your teeth. The simple act of cleaning your mouth helped to remove the lingering taste, making you feel a bit more human.

As you brushed your teeth, Ben stood beside you, ready to catch you if needed. You appreciated his constant vigilance, even if he didn’t say much. His presence was enough.

Once you finished, you rinsed your mouth and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired and pale, but you felt a bit better.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed”, Ben mumbled, his voice filled with gentle concern. He guided you slowly and carefully, making sure you were steady on your feet.

Back in the bedroom, Ben helped you settle into bed, arranging the pillows to ensure you were comfortable. He pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in with tender care. “You need to rest”, he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead.

You nodded, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you down. “Thank you, Ben”, you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Ben just kissed your forehead before slipping next to you under the covers and pulling you close. His arms wrapped around you, providing a sense of security and warmth that made it easier to relax.

“Try to get some sleep”, he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I’ll be right here if you need anything”.

You nestled into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against your back. The comfort of his presence and the gentle rhythm of his breathing began to lull you into a deeper state of relaxation.

“Love you”, you mumbled, already half-asleep.

“Love you too”, he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

The room fell into a peaceful silence, the only sounds being the faint hum of the night outside and the soothing rhythm of Ben’s breathing. You felt a sense of calm wash over you, and despite the rough night, you knew you were in good hands

The next day, Ben’s alarm went off, its soft chime breaking the tranquility of the early morning. He reached over to silence it quickly, not wanting to disturb you. The faint light of dawn was just beginning to seep through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room.

You stirred slightly, feeling Ben’s presence beside you. He looked down at you, his expression tender. “Morning”, he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Morning”, you replied, your voice still heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”.

“Early”, he said softly.

You sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion still lingering from the night before. “I’ll get up”, you mumbled, trying to muster the energy to move.

Ben wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, his hand finding its way to your still flat belly. “You should better stay at home”, he mumbled into your ear, his tone a mix of concern and playful insistence.

You sighed, knowing he meant well but also feeling the need to keep up with your responsibilities. “Ben, we’ve talked about this. I can’t just stay home all the time”.

He sighed, relenting. “Fine, but you’re taking it easy today. No overdoing it, and if you start feeling sick, you’re coming going back home”.

“Deal”, you agreed, feeling a bit more energized by his support.

Ben helped you out of bed, his hand lingering protectively on your belly for a moment longer. “I’m serious”, he said. “I worry about you”.

“I know”, you replied, kissing him gently. “And I love you for it”.

A few minutes later, Ben was in the kitchen. Just when he was about to hit the coffee machine, he remembered the smell of coffee making you gag. He grumbled quietly to himself and looked through the fridge, finding some energy drinks that you used to drink but couldn’t anymore. Sighing, he decided to give one a try.

He took a sip and immediately grimaced, clearly not enjoying the taste. Ben looked around the kitchen, his eyes landing on your black Stanley cup. An idea came to mind, and he grinned mischievously.

He filled the Stanley cup with the energy drink, then grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and poured a generous amount inside, nearly filling the cup. He gave it a good shake, making sure it was well-mixed. “Desperate times call for fucking desperate measures”, he muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to take another sip, you walked into the kitchen, still looking a bit pale but determined. You saw the Stanley cup in his hand and raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”.

Ben grinned sheepishly. “Trying to find an alternative to coffee. This… concoction is the best I could come up with”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his creativity. “Is that an energy drink mixed with whiskey?”.

“Yep”, he admitted, taking a cautious sip. He made a face but swallowed it down. “Not great, but it’ll do the job”.

You shook your head, amused. “You’re something else, Ben”.

He grinned, pulling you close by your waist and kissing your lips gently. “Better than having you fucking puke all over me”, he mumbled against your lips, his playful tone making you smile.

You chuckled, resting your forehead against his. “I appreciate the sacrifice”, you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you despite the morning’s challenges.

Ben held you for a moment longer, his hands resting protectively on your lower back. “You sure you’re up for today?”, he asked.

“I’ll be okay”, you reassured him, feeling a bit more confident with his support. “We have a lot to do, and I don’t want to fall behind”.

He sighed but nodded, knowing how determined you were. “Alright, but remember our deal. Take it easy and let me know if you need to come home”.

You nodded, biting your lip as Ben crouched down in front of you, pulling up your dress just high enough to reveal your stomach. He gently pressed his ear against your belly, closing his eyes to focus. With his enhanced senses, he could hear everything – your bloodstream, the baby’s heartbeat, and every little movement.

“Hey intruder”, he murmured in his own rough way, his voice filled with affection. “You be good to your mom today, alright? Don’t give her any fucking trouble”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his choice of words, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Ben, you can’t talk to the baby like that”.

He looked up at you with a mischievous grin. “Why not? Don’t want to raise a fucking pussy, do we?”.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, knowing this was his way of expressing love and care. “Fine, but maybe tone it down a bit?”.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your belly. “Love you”, he whispered so quietly against your belly that you couldn’t hear it. He instantly blushed, quickly clearing his throat.

“What did you say?”, you asked, catching his sudden change in demeanor.

Ben stood up, avoiding your eyes for a moment. “Nothing”, he mumbled, clearly flustered.

You grinned, sensing an opportunity to tease him. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Whispering sweet nothings to the baby and leaving me out of it? You better not be planning on playing the baby out against me”, you teased, playfully poking his chest.

He finally met your gaze, his blush deepening as he realized you were teasing him. “What? No way. I just… well, I didn’t think you needed to hear it”, he stammered, clearly not used to being on the receiving end of teasing.

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m just messing with you, Ben. But just so you know, this baby and I are a package deal. If you’re going to be all sweet and sappy with it, you’d better include me too”.

He smirked, finally relaxing a little. “Fine, but don’t expect too much sap”.

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. “I don’t know… I think you’re secretly a softie”.

He rolled his eyes before the playful glint in his eyes returned as he grabbed the back of your neck with a firm grip. The roughness was affectionate, unmistakably Ben’s way of showing his feelings. He pulled you close, his breath warm against your lips before he pressed a firm kiss on them.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the mixture of his tenderness and strength. When he pulled back, there was a teasing grin on his face. “You keep calling me a softie, and I’ll have to prove you fucking wrong”.

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I’d like to see you try”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, you know that?”.

“Maybe”, you replied, a playful glint in your eyes. “But I’m your kind of trouble”.

“Damn right”, he said, his voice dropping into that familiar, rough tone that always made your heart skip a beat. “Now, come on, let’s get through this day. And remember, no overdoing it. I don’t want to have to carry you out of the tower like some damsel in distress”.

You laughed, leaning into him as you both headed toward the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. But if I do need rescuing, you better make it look good”.

Ben grinned, holding the door open for you. “Oh, I’ll make sure it’s one for the history books”.

The days passed, and by now, you were 12 weeks pregnant. To both your and Ben’s surprise, you were already starting to show. Despite losing a few pounds due to the relentless nausea, your belly had begun to stand out, giving you a slightly bloated appearance. Most days, you opted for loose clothing to hide the bump, not quite ready to share the news with everyone just yet. But the nausea and exhaustion remained constant companions, making even the simplest tasks feel like monumental efforts.

Today was no exception. Your parents were coming over for a barbecue, and you were determined to put on a brave face, even though the smell of the raw meat made your stomach churn. Ben had insisted on handling most of the preparation, but you were stubborn, wanting to contribute in some way.

As you stood in the kitchen, trying to marinate the meat without gagging, Ben walked in, eyeing you with concern. “You sure you’re up for this?”, he asked. “You don’t have to push yourself. I can handle everything”.

You forced a smile, though the nausea was making it hard to keep up the facade. “I’m fine”, you insisted, though your face paled slightly as you caught another whiff of the marinade. “Just… taking it slow".

As you stood over the counter, the smell of the marinade suddenly became overwhelming, and you gagged again, bringing your arm up to cover your mouth. You tried to push through it, but the nausea hit you in waves, making it nearly impossible to continue.

Ben, who had been watching you closely, quickly stepped in. “Alright, that’s enough”, he said with a chuckle, gently but firmly shoving you away from the counter. “Go wash your hands. I got this”.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You hurried over to the sink, trying to steady your breathing as you scrubbed your hands. The cool water felt refreshing against your skin, but it did little to ease the queasiness swirling in your stomach.

As you leaned against the counter, trying to collect yourself, Ben glanced over at you with a teasing grin. “You know, if you wanted an excuse to get out of cooking, you could’ve just said so”, he quipped, his tone light and playful.

You rolled your eyes, managing a weak smile despite the lingering nausea. “Trust me, I’d much rather be able to cook without feeling like I’m going to puke everywhere”.

Ben chuckled, finishing up with the marinade and setting it aside.

After finishing up with the marinade and washing his hands, Ben turned to you with that familiar mischievous grin. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his body pressing firmly against yours. You could feel the heat of his body, and his hips pressed suggestively against you, making you flush.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “If you need a distraction from feeling sick, I can think of a few ways to help”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, though you playfully swatted his chest. “Oh, is that right? I’m not sure that would help with the nausea”.

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You never know. Could take your mind off things”, he teased, giving you a little more pressure from his hips.

You rolled your eyes, though your smile widened despite the queasiness. “You’re impossible, you know that?”.

Ben’s grin widened, and the mischievous glint in his eyes grew more intense. “Impossible? I’d say I’m just getting started”, he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he pressed his body even closer to yours. “You have no idea what I could do to make you forget all about that nausea”.

His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt your cheeks heat up as he continued to nuzzle your neck, his lips grazing your skin. “I could take you right here”, he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Make you feel so fucking good, you’d forget all about the kitchen, the barbecue, and everything else”.

You bit your lip, feeling your pulse quicken despite yourself. “Ben…”, you started, but he cut you off, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

When he pulled back, he gave you that roguish smirk you knew so well. “Or maybe I’ll wait until later”, he teased, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. “When we’re alone, and I can take my time with you. Slowly, thoroughly… until you’re begging for more”.

The combination of his words and the feel of his body against yours made your head spin, and for a moment, you almost forgot about the queasiness that had been plaguing you all day.

You had been trying to ignore it for days, but the way Ben’s dirty mouth, his touch, and even the scent of his cologne seemed to set your entire body on edge was impossible to deny any longer. The truth was, you were hyper-sensitive to everything about him lately. His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine; the way his hands gripped your hips made your knees weak; and even just the smell of him—woodsy and masculine—was enough to make you feel like you were on fire.

It didn’t help that it had been a while since the two of you had really been together. Between his duties at the tower and your constant exhaustion, opportunities for intimacy had been few and far between. But now, with him so close, his words laced with that tantalizing promise of what he could do to you, it was becoming harder and harder to resist the pull.

You could feel the heat rising in your body, an ache building in your core that you knew only Ben could satisfy. The way he was looking at you, the way he was pressing against you—it was driving you crazy.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice betraying the longing that was building inside you.

He noticed the shift in your tone immediately, his teasing smirk turning into something more intense. “Yeah?”, he asked, his voice low, almost a growl as he leaned in closer.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “You’re killing me here”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been too long”.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire as he realized what you were saying. He moved his hands from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, if that were possible. “Is that right?”, he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with heat. “And here I thought I was being patient, waiting for the right time”.

Your hands clutched at his shirt, your body trembling with anticipation. “I don’t want to wait”, you whispered, your need for him making you bold. “I need you, Ben. Now”.

For a moment, Ben seemed to be considering something, his eyes searching yours. Then, with a sudden movement, he lifted you up onto the kitchen counter, making you gasp in surprise.

“You sure about this?”, he asked. “We’ve got people coming over soon”.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “I don’t care”, you breathed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I just need you. Please”.

That was all the encouragement Ben needed. With a low growl, he captured your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive intensity that made your head spin. All thoughts of the barbecue, your parents would soon be arriving, flew out of your mind as he claimed you right there on the kitchen counter.

As the intensity between you heightened, Ben was mindful of the limited time you both had. With swift movements, he adjusted your position, sliding your dress up to your hips and gently tugging your panties aside. Meanwhile, he managed to unbuckle his belt and lower his jeans and boxers just enough to free himself.

The urgency in his eyes matched the quickening pulse you felt racing through your body. He aligned himself with you, his gaze locked with yours, seeking a silent consent which you eagerly gave with a nod. The atmosphere was charged with an electric anticipation.

Ben paused, the head of his hardness pressing against you, both of you savoring the moment of exquisite tension. Then, with a controlled but deep thrust, he entered you fully, filling you in one smooth, firm motion. A gasp escaped your lips, not just from the sensation of him stretching and filling you completely but also from the deep connection that pulsed between you with every heartbeat.

Just then, the sound of the doorbell suddenly rang out, loud and jarring in the quiet of your shared space. The timing couldn’t have been worse—it was like being doused in cold water, pulling both of you abruptly back to reality. Your parents had arrived early.

Ben froze, his body tense as he processed the situation. His breath came in heavy pants, mingling with yours as you both tried to come to grips with the interruption. The frustration was palpable, the moment so close to completion yet torn away by the ringing doorbell.

“Fucking shit”, Ben muttered under his breath, his voice filled with both irritation and regret. He rested his forehead against yours for a brief second, the tension in his body clear as he struggled to decide whether to pull away or finish what you’d started.

You, equally desperate and breathless, gave him a look that was a mix of longing and exasperation. “They’re early”, you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips.

Ben sighed deeply, then slowly, reluctantly began to pull back. You both groaned at the loss, the sudden emptiness leaving you feeling even more frustrated. He paused for a brief moment, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss, as if to apologize for the interruption.

“I’ll get the door”, he murmured, his voice thick with the desire still coursing through him.

You whimpered in frustration, the ache of desire still throbbing through your body as you reluctantly slid down from the counter. You could feel the loss keenly as you pulled your panties back into place, your body still yearning for the completion that had been so cruelly interrupted.

Ben, equally frustrated, took a deep breath to steady himself. He quickly pulled up his jeans, his movements tense as he adjusted himself, trying to hide the evidence of your interrupted moment. His eyes met yours, and you could see the same mix of desire and annoyance reflected in them.

"Later", he promised, his voice low and rough, as he brushed a thumb gently over your lips before turning to head toward the door.

You nodded, your breath still shaky, feeling the lingering heat of his touch as he walked away. You could hear him trying to compose himself, taking a few deep breaths as he approached the door.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to smooth it down and compose yourself. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, and you took a moment to steady your breathing before stepping out of the kitchen.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 14

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[kazehita]

hi! i noticed your recent post recommending the fic natural satellite and i think i've noticed other isat fics around your blog too. because of that, i was wondering if you had a list of recommended isat fics! i will admit i am not someone who just peruses around on ao3 but i love reading about these characters so if you have any recs, i would greatly appreciate them! thanks and i hope you have a lovely day :3

I love ALL isat fic - each and every one is so special and wonderful - but if I listed the whole archive that wouldn't really help huh... So! Im going to list just some off the top of my head., this is in no way definitive. Isat spoilers ahead - get all the way through the game and the secret before proceeding.

Big recommendation list below:

Additionally, mind the tags for each fic - I wont be specifying the content warnings here.

(don't just read the complete ones!!! Incomplete fic is just as delightful I promise :3)

Complete: Bloom - Level99Eevee Most people know it, it sits at the top of the tag! It's my every wish fulfilled for post-cannon moments.

Memories of defeat - dirtbagtrashcat Stuff in and immediately after the loops, fantastic extrapolations!!!! Very much Loop <33 I find this very grounded and realistic!!!!

Emotion Sickness - dirtbagtrashcat Post cannon fun/trauma with siffrin and the gang.

Memories of Touch - dirtbagtrashcat look i just really like their work sjkdjkfjkasdf its all good go through their profile. This is Isa thoughts.

And if I were not myself, would this be easier? - rabbit_soup Post-game! I love how they flesh out the world.

The Understudy - kittyorange Suuuuch a loop fic I love it to bits. Post cannon loop and the gang stuff.

Star-Speckled Skin - Lora_Blackmane Funn angsty moment, title is very descriptive. Lives in my head rent free.

Clinging to dying embers - Coffeewolf67 Odile's perspective of sif using the dagger. appropriate content warnings apply :)

between the end and a new start - glowingjellyfishtreelights SICKFICCC I had a very funny experience with this one where due to memory mishaps I got to read it for the first time twice! Absolute banger.

What's in a name? - Raaj Explores siffrins love of plays. I have to regularly reread this for my brain to function.

Starstruck - Dusk_Illusionist Isa yearns. The fic. It rocks.

Saturn Devouring His Son (Time Choking on Stone Choking on Blood)- BasilPaste Post cannon moment... I like it...

(Why) you can't let them know by Mayasynth sasasap fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like it. i hold it. i like it. UGH theres more but I have already listed so many.. my other favorites... im so sorry.,.. i love you guys too... Incomplete:

How To Rest by rabbit_soup Sequel to "And if i were not myself, would this be easier?" Loop is here and I love violence.

TRY IT AGAIN, CHEATER! by discatded "[Loop returns to their own universe after everything. It's hard.]" - from the summary. Love it love it. I will never get enough of this premise.

To Extend our Reach to the Stars Above by Cinnamin_Is_a_Star "Sif if he was team rocket" and is so fun. Very excited to see this one pan out!

until we move on. by Anonymous (also known as lozy) LOOP MY BELOVED..! loop returns to their universe and promptly looses it like the universe intended. Cant get enough of it.

Natural Satellite by dirtbagtrashcat If a single fic makes me the Most insane its natural satellite if I'm honest.... like bro... It just gets right to me...

Sunder by Miranda_tries_their_best Post-cannon Loop fic!! They travel on their own for a bit (but not forever), and I love it dearly.

Face the Light by Kaimiiru Post-game, I hold it close to my heart.... Ah... It's so dear to me.

These next two are sloop so if that's not your thing you have been warned :]

raconte-moi qu’on puisse crier tout bas by bibliomaniac I'm holding this high above my head so everyone can see it the characterization is off the charts.

To Cut You Open With a Knife and Find Your Sacred Heart by Hexea_Art Changeling Loop fic!! What a fun concept. I am excited to see where it goes. yay! AGAIN... THERE ARE SO MANY I LOVE SO MUCH but im forcing myself not to look through the tag else I'd add everything. Honestly, I do recommend just launching right on into the ao3 tag for ISAT even if you aren't super familiar with ao3. Just be sure to filter out anything you don't want to see!

Consider this a good starting point ^^