#amazing that mikey holds down a job honestly

[britt-kageryuu]

A bit of a content warning! Mentions of Blood, mentions of dismemberment(I think), not sure what else, but Mikey is wielding a knife. He's Cooking!

(I for a very silly reason want to say this ain't very Vegan Friendly, but that's just a weird part of my humor coming through. Let me know if I should get rid of this weird joke of a content warning!)

Mikey is doing another cooking show stream, though he switched somethings up. He's showing off some skills he learned from the high level cooking classes he took recently. And not just the new gadgets and tools he added to his kitchen.

Like he's butchering the skinned, blooded(drained the blood), body of a deer during the stream. He explained that there had been a bit of an accident when they went to visit a friend of theirs that lived out in the woods. "Todd is a total sweetheart! He runs a puppy sanctuary, makes some of the best lemonade, and he's an amazing blacksmith!"

Mikey had already removed the organs, legs and head by this point. And he was separating the main part of the rib area. All while telling random anecdotes.

"I remember hearing those jokes about people hiding weird stuff in their recipe stories, because most people never read that part. And it just made me think how weird it would be to just drop, 'My Dad was trapped in a highly toxic relationship for like 10 years, but during that time he learned the recipe for the best dumplings ever, and here it is!'." Mikey says this with such a upbeat tone, while holding the knife close to his face 'cutely', "But this could only work with like 3 recipes that my Dad taught me. Though I think one of those was from one of the assistants that worked for Barry. Who Dad meet briefly after escaping from his Ex-Fiance."

Mikey paused to chop harshly through a tough connection point.

"Hmm. I think I need to sharpen my knives, I should've been much farther in this than I am." He holds the knife at an angle to look at the blades edge. "Give me a sec, chat!"

Mikey puts the knife down, and goes to a draw, and searches for a moment before coming back with a stone.

"For those who don't know what this is. It's a whetstone, which is traditionally used in blade sharpening. Let me demonstrate by sharpening this knife!"

The audience is not very sure how to handle parts of this stream. Some are fascinated, others are confused, while some feel a bit concerned.

Mikey then demonstrates the now sharp knife by chopping right through a bone section.

"Well, that's more than I expected, but it will definitely get the job done!" Mikey chirps out, "I wonder what else this could cut through? Well I can't test that right now, especially if I want to get around to cooking something today."

He goes back to cutting apart the different sections that were still together.

"Also, I swear the most delicious thing I've ever had, was sadly also poisonous. Not really in a 'this will kill me' way, but a 'I felt boneless for 6 hours' kinda way. And I was forbidden from trying to get the recipe!" Mikey rants with a slight glare off to the side.

Now the audience is even more conflicted, and concerned.

Someone in the chat brings up that Mikey has a Psychology Degree, and some people start to wonder if Mikey is just messing with them or not.

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Masterpost

I honestly wrote this because of that 'Hide dark stuff in the recipe story' joke. And the idea of Mikey telling one while cutting apart a carcass or something.

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 6 (2/2)

"Leo.." Usagi looked around, a bit unsure, "Id this what you meant when you mentioned your portals being a bit.. Unstable?" "Hm? Oh, no, I did this one on purpose. I uhm.. I thought it'd be nice to sit up here with you, maybe.. Watch the sun set? Since it's like the one thing the hidden city doesn't have." Usagi smiled seeing Leo try to hide his blushing, he'd gotten pretty fond of Leo in the short time they actually knew each other.. "I've never seen the sunset from a view like this.. How kind of you." He carefully walked closer to the edge of the building, waiting for Leo to join him before sitting down. "I wanted to give my brothers a bit more time to get the kitchen together since I'm sure it's a mess by now." They both laughed at that, knowing full how it was more then likely true. Leo glanced over, trying to play it cool as he reached his hand over taking Usagi's into his. "It's been a while since I did this, but it's a lot nicer sharing it with someone. I mean, I'm not really a big nature and 'look at the stars' kinda guy but I thought you'd probably like it so.." "I think it looks amazing, it's not often I'm able to do something like this. Thank you for sharing this with me Leo." "..C-Can I share something else with you?" "Yes, anything Leo." "You.. You have to close your eyes first though.. Okay?"  Usagi nodded and closed his eyes as Leo requested, giving his hand a little squeeze and their fingers interlocked. Despite being on the edge of a building that stood over one thousand feet tall, Usagi had no trouble trusting him. Leo had been overthinking it earlier, that he'd be far too shy to return Usagi's gesture later tonight when he was on his way home, he figured it'd be easier to do it here while they had privacy. And April told him a few times to "put his big boy shell on and make the first move for once" so there was that too. He took a deep breath leaned in, his free hand coming up to gently cup Usagi's face to hold it in place. Closing his own eyes like an idiot as he killed the distance between them till they met in a kiss, though he pulled back pretty quick after, in disbelief that he actually just did that.  Usagi's expression didn't shift as much as Leos would've if he'd been on that end, but when he opened his eyes again Leo felt his heart skip a beat, fuck his eyes were pretty.. He gave Leo's hand another squeeze, silent for a moment probably processing. "I like when you share things with me." He said after a moment. Oh frick he was cute.. And his smile and those big eyes and soft fur and his hand fits in mine so well and... I wanna kiss him again.. I really wanna kiss him again- "I-I like sharing things with you.. Uh- We should.. I'm sure the foods done by now so we should.." Usagi nodded and waited for Leo to let go of his hand before he stood up, watching from a few feet back as Leo made another portal, gesturing for Usagi to go ahead. And once they were on the other side Leo proceeded with his partly rehearsed tour of the lair, only going off script to introduce him to April and Splinter. It all seemed to go really well, even when Splinter tried to act tough or while Mikey barged in to give him another hug. Or when a mini food fight broke out during dinner because Donnie insisted on calling salt 'sodium chloride' when he asked for it to be passed to him. But at the end of the night everyone seemed to have a good time, they asked Usagi about his life, where he grew up, what plans he had if any for the future, what he thought of Leo. Which of course they were all met with vague honestly. Things like;

"I've lived in the hidden city my whole life. My teacher had been tracking a small band of killers, he found them at the end of a trail that ended with the lives of my parents. He took me in seeing I had no one else."

"I'm not sure yet, I assume I'd take over my teachers role, doing the jobs I do now just on a bigger scale."

"I think Leo is.. Unique. He's kind, and brave.. And despite hardships still strives to make people smile and laugh. I'm lucky to have met him the way I did."

Needless to say that last response earned a wide array of coos from the family, no further questions needed of course. Though.. What Raph had said not long after their first meeting still stuck in Mikey's head. He wondered why he felt uncomfortable that time, and if that feeling went away yet or if it was just his older brother instincts to be that way? Usagi seemed pretty genuine, and Leo did too, he'd never seem him more happy and 'at home' maybe ever? But no one else seemed to feel that way, even April who was an older sister to them or Splinter who as a dad should be more guarded then Raph right? It didn't make sense..

Part 7

Part 1

TS Master Post

[neesieiumz]

.chapter25

written part:

This… wasn’t good. 

A night that was supposed to be a carefree one, celebrating your paycheck and your new job. Now you seem to be the center of a blooming issue between your boss and the friend who gave you said job. As you walked outta the party, hand in hand with Hina as Mitchi led you both to the car, you heard a voice call you back. Glancing back, you saw Draken standing there, huffing and breathing heavily. You looked back at Mitchi and Hina who glanced at you with concern. Slowly you let go of her hand, telling them to head to the car and you’ll meet up with them, before turning back. 

Walking up to him, the awkwardness and tension between you two caused an uncomfortable silence. You glanced away, unable to look at him. 

“Your girlfriend seems… nice…” you mentioned, immediately regretting words, stomach churning at the sudden squeak in your voice. 

He sighed, pushing his hair back, “yeah… nice is definitely a word to describe her.”

You slowly nodded your head, not knowing what else to say after that. He gave off another groan, hearing him take a deep breath before speaking again. 

“Lemme apologize for what happened there… Mitsuki… can be a handful at times.”

You shook your head, “she’s your girlfriend and mother of your child… there’s no need to apologize about that.”

“But still, I don’t wanna lose you so soon. You’ve been amazing to me and Ryoko,” he said, taking a step closer to you. 

You couldn't help but look up to him, a small smile forming on your face, “I promise, everything is good between us Draken. I just… don’t want things to become a problem of Mitsuki gets more involved in the picture.``

He shook his head, “trust me, I’ll make sure she won’t be a problem.”

Your heart lifted at the sound of that, “I’ll hold you to that then. I’ll be expecting your call,” with that, you gave him a wave, before turning off, walking off the car that your two friends had now pulled up to the curb. 

As you walked off, you couldn't see Draken’s sorry excuse of a wave, his hand slowly drooping as you walked away. Hands came up around his shoulders, pulling the tall man down. He glanced over to his left, only to find that familiar blond fluff-like hair. Mikey turned over to him, a familiar smirk on his face. 

“Careful there, don’t forget you have a girlfriend in there,” is all he said before leading him back inside the club. 

Draken sighed, nodding his head before turning right back around inside. He reminded himself of what was at stake, the person threatening her, the fact that she is the mother of his child. He had to repeat that mantra over and over and over again as he was led back inside the club.

At the same time, you leaned against the window as Mitchi drove into the night, back to the shared apartment. The couple glanced at each other before looking at you through the rear-view mirror. 

“Babes… you okay there? Because famous model or not, I have no problem fucking him up.”

You shook your head at that, “I’m cool… i just need to cool off for the night,” you sat up a bit, giving her a forced smile to try and ease her mind. 

Your actions didn't seem to ease their minds but they let it go, Hina turning around and facing the front of the car. Honestly, the more you thought about it, the more it didn't make sense within yourself. Why are you so affected by this? This wasn't you, you've dealt with ruly parents before and having bosses finding you in compromising positions. Back when you worked in a daycare, there were some parents who expected to live your life as a nun and were up in arms when they would find you in pirates and clubs. So this sasn’t new territory. 

A vibration pulled you out of your thoughts suddenly. Pulling out your phone, you got a text from Mitsuya. 

You smiled at that, Mitsuya knew and dealt with her longer than you. 

It took a bit for him to respond but he did.

You were gonna leave it at that for the night, but you got one more vibration.

You blinked at that, does he want to hang out with you…? Do you even want to do that? For a brief moment, Draken flashed within your mind, but you shook it off, adjudicating it to him simply being your boss and needing your time tomorrow as planned.

You pondered on it for a moment, but there were no cons when it came to Mitsuya. SMiling, you gave him your answer. 

T.O.K.Y.O S.T.Y.L.E

A single father, a new nanny, and a delusional ex-fiancé, what could go wrong?

summary: Ken Ryuguji, the face of TOMAN MODELS AGENCY, is one of the top models in all of Japan. He’s also the father to the sweetest little girl named Ryoko Ryuguji. He’d do anything for her, including keeping the little one away from her manipulative mother. When Draken struggles with finding child care so Ryoko could know some sort of stability. Mitsuya comes to the rescue, contacting an old friend from college.

Words from the author: tried a new format with the written parts! Continuous parts coming up after this, I wanna finish this by March of next year so that may mean two chapters every Saturday! Love y'all 🫶🏾

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[chiliiscereal]

Well my standards have really lowered when I comes to writing fanfiction a XD

First I didn’t want to write any at all, then I didn’t want to write for any cartoons, then I didn’t want to write for cartoon turtles... and here i am.

Here I am starting a x reader fanfiction... with the 2014/2016 version of Raph

Still a bit uncomfortable with this but I had an idea so here we go! If I like it then I’ll keep going :p

Lol what am I doing with my life XD

Too tall

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

Summary: yes this is me self projecting. Reader is 6 foot 4 inches tall and literally every boy she meets is too insecure to date her when she’s that tall. After a while of being treated like she unbreakable and a giant she gets tired of it. Luckily there’s someone else out there who understands how she feels.

———-

You tapped the cafe table impatiently, trying not to watch your friend and her boyfriend across from you. You attempted to look at the door instead. Maybe if you stared at it long enough then your date would show up.

“It’s okay! I’m sure he’ll show up.” She tried to console you as her boyfriend held her tiny little hand.

Perfect.

Small.

You looked at your own clenched hands and wished that yours could fit so perfectly in someone else’s hands. But, sadly, big hands come with height.

No boy your age ever came close to you.

It’s not that you minded.

It’s that they did.

You didn’t care that practically every boy you met barely went up to your shoulder. You wanted companionship. You didn’t need them to be a hulking giant. You needed someone who loved you.

This wasn’t Tall Girl for goodness sake.

You weren’t waiting around for some tall man to show up.

Unfortunately no guy was willing to step up to the plate.

Why might you ask?

Insecurity of course.

The last three guys that turned you down all said they weren’t comfortable with being shorter than their girlfriend. Others said they weren’t looking for a girlfriend.

Funnily enough they all ended up with girlfriends maybe a week later.

The other girls were incredibly tiny. They barely even made it to the boys shoulders. If that.

But you thought maybe this boy would be different.

He seemed like he was.

He seemed interested at least.

He SEEMED like he was excited when you asked him on a double date with your best friend and her boyfriend.

But an hour passed already and he wasn’t there.

You sat up with a bit of a huff. “It’s fine. Let’s just... let’s just enjoy dinner.”

Your friend frowned at you but decided to let it drop. She knew you hated whenever anything like this was addressed so she bit her tongue and changed the subject.

You couldn’t enjoy dinner or pay attention to anything brought up.

Oh you tried.

You gave it the old college try.

But you found your mind wandering back to the lost date way to often.

After another thirty minutes you stood up. “You know what? I’m kind of tired and I still have some homework to finish up. You two enjoy your date!” You grabbed your bag and walked out before your friend could even call you back.

You just needed some time to yourself.

Time to think.

You walked down the sidewalk slowly, half heartedly wishing that the boy would call you and give an amazing reason as to why he was two hours late.

You stopped yourself from reaching for your phone to check for a text.

No it was his loss.

Not yours.

Surely there was someone out there for you... waiting for you to come along.

Someone that wouldn’t care if you were a little taller than them.

You huffed and zipped your bag shut. Whoever they were, they definitely weren’t that boy.

“Hey girl, who you all dressed up for?” Came a voice from the alley you were about to pass.

“No time to talk.” You answered quickly and continued walking.

You weren’t about to give them the time of day. There was a tub of ice cream and a sappy romance movie waiting for you back at your apartment.

“Come on, a girl like you with legs like that? Surely you’re dressed up for somebody.” The man stepped out of the alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. “I’m thinkin’ maybe it’s me.”

Oh you wanted to turn him around and hit him with your bag.

But it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Hell no.” You stated curtly and walked by him briskly.

He snatched your wrist, effectively making your skin crawl. “Look at me when I’m talking to ya.”

He pulled you into the alley before you could stop him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” You growled and tried to rip yourself away. “HELL. NO.”

“Come on, baby! Give me a chance-!” He attempted you sweet talk before he was interrupted.

You caught his hand before he could grab you anywhere inappropriate. “I have had a REALLY terrible day. I am a MINOR and if you don’t get lost RIGHT NOW then you’re gonna have some serious problems.”

He was close enough that you could smell the bitter alcohol on his breath.

He was probably a head shorter than you and had no idea what he was getting into.

“I don’t care if you’re a minor-.” He started.

Your fist smashing into his nose stopped his words.

“Like I said!” You growled as you shook the pain out of your knuckles, “I have had a really really REALLY bad day. And YOU are some little gnat just buzzing in my FACE!”

He gripped his nose with a cry, blood dripping down it like a waterfall. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“YOU PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND TRIED TO TOUCH ME!” You shouted back, hitting him with your purse before he could charge at you. “YOU MADE THIS CHOICE AFTER I WARNED YOU!”

It felt good to take your rage out on somebody. And it was justified to! It wasn’t like you were just beating this man. He wasn’t letting you leave! He kept grabbing you before you could go.

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Turtles pov

They crouched above the alleyway, watching the man pull you into the alleyway.

“We gotta get involved man.” The red masked one whispered. “This doesn’t look to good.”

“I told you, we only get involved if it gets really bad.” The blue one responded with an eye roll. “We can’t risk being seen!”

“It already looks really bad!”

“If she gets anymore hurt then we jump in!”

The orange masked turtle jumped into the conversation. “I don’t know, I think my money’s on the girl.”

“Mikey shut up!” The purple masked brother whispered. “This is serious!”

“So am I! Look at her! She isn’t even scared!”

“I think she at least looks a little scared.”

“Probably cause she’s trying to keep herself from beating the shit out of him!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shoved his younger brother. “It’s our job to do the protectin’ round here. Shut up and- HOLY SHIT!”

The all gasped as you reeled your hand back and knocked your fist into the creeps nose.

“Damn that looked like it hurt.” Leo observed. “Maybe she doesn’t need our help.”

“I say we stay here in case it goes south.” Raph argued, waiting for Leo to argue with him.

“Fine, but we leave when it looks like she’s safe.” Leo nodded and looked back to the fight.

Raph didn’t have time to feel proud that he’d been listened to. Mikey was inching closer to watch. “What the hell are ya doin’?” He reached forward to pull him back. “She’s gonna see ya!”

Mikey leaned over the edge anyway. “Look at her go! I told you he didn’t stand a chance!”

“Who knew using a purse was so effective?” Leo nodded. “Think she’s got it?”

“Looks like it to me!” Mikey laughed and watched with glee. “This is real entertainment.”

“Mikey you’re too close to the edge!” Raph tried to grab him but was shoved away. “You’re gonna fall-!”

————

With that you shoved the man into the wall. “Are you FINALLY done? Have you FINALLY learned your lesson?”

He spit out the blood from his mouth and nodded. “Fine! Please just leave me alone!”

“Good choice!” You shoved him away from you. “Go before I change my mind!”

He was gone before you could even blink.

“That’s right! Get out of here!” You shouted to him as he scurried away.

You lifted your chin triumphantly.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten that date but you sure did beat the crap out of a creep.

You dusted your hands off and snatched your purse off the ground.

“If I catch you harassing anyone else you’ll get it twice as bad!”

No answer of course.

He was long gone.

Still, it felt good to shout.

You could finally go home.

You turned back to the edge of the alleyway with a sigh of relief.

You took one step forward.

Then, the least expected thing happened.

“OH SHIT!”

Next thing you knew you were on the ground after something very large crashed into you.

“What the hell!” You sat up and rubbed your head. “Who just sits on a roof above an alleyway?!”

You grabbed your purse quickly and stood up, ready for another fight.

It wasn’t another creep.

And from the looks of it... it wasn’t even human.

Well, THEY weren’t even human.

You didn’t know what they were.

Green...

Huge...

And shells...

The finally looked at you.

Why were they wearing masks?

What even were they?

Why were they there!?

The one in orange immediately scurried behind the one in red. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”

The one in red looked at you and then looked at the guy behind him. “You dragged me into this! You fix it!”

He pulled him forward.

Honestly you had no idea what to think.

There were two GIANT turtles right in front of you! And they were talking!

You gripped your purse a little tighter, waiting to see what they would do.

The one directly in front of you tried to speak only to look back at the red masked one and then back up at where they had fallen.

You looked from him to where he was looking quickly. “Are there more of you?”

He gulped quickly and attempted to hide behind the bigger turtle. “Uh... yeah?”

You took a small step to the exit. “Are you... are you gonna try to take my purse or something?”

The red one glared at you. “No! We’re just.. just here to protect the city. We ain’t monsters!”

You noticed him getting defensive immediately and nodded. “...okay then. Well, if you’re not going to rob me then I’m going to pretend I saw nothing and go on my way.”

The red one frowned.

You were acting waaaaaaay too casual.

Surely there had to be some other motive.

“Hold on a minute... you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet.”

You glared at him and held out your purse. “Are you gonna stop me?”

Mikey took a step back and Raph rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think a purse is gonna do much against someone like me.” He stated.

“I don’t even know who you are.” You stepped back again and tightened your grip. “I didn’t even know people like you existed until now.”

You looked them up and down, taking them all in.

This couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be.

“You say anything bout this and you’re dead, got it?” He pointed around you as if aggression could make you quiet.

“Can you at least let me go home and finish my ice cream before you decide to kill me?” You backed up again.

You were so close to running away.

So close to escape.

Before you could back up any further, two more creatures dropped from the sky behind you.

You jumped and scrambled away, nearly running into the red masked turtle.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the way my brother phrased everything.” The new turtle glared at his companion. “What he meant to say is that we protect the city. We were watching that man just in case he tried anything and these two,” he glared at the first two again, “fell off the roof.”

The one next to him pushed up his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from fear yet. The first person we met did just that!”

Your back hit the wall and you had no where else to go. “I’m not too sure if I won’t do that.” You glanced between the four of them. “What even are you guys?”

“Turtles!” The orange one spoke up before the red one could shush him.

“Mutants as well.” The purple one joined.

“And ninjas.”

“And teenagers.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Mutant turtle teen ninjas? I think you need to rebrand that.”

Maybe you were insane.

Here you were cracking jokes with large turtles at dinner time.

But so far they were harmless, despite their stature. According to the blue one they protect New York.

“Ya got a problem with it?” The red one grew even more tense.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just... surprised.”

“And scared?” He added. “Scared of monsters like us?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you just said you weren’t monsters.”

That seemed to stop him.

So you continued with a deep breath. “You’re all just... really huge. I thought I was tall but standing next to you...” you swallowed and tried not to let your nerves get to you. You turned to the blue one since he seemed to be the leader. “...can I go now? I won’t tell anyone you exist or... whatever it is you want.”

The blue one was skeptical but the purple one butted in.

“Do you have a way home? Like a friend you can call?”

You opened your purse. “Yeah I should be able to call an Uber with my...” you pulled out the broken device. “...my phone.”

Well crap.

You stuffed it back in quickly. “It’s okay I’ll just walk-!”

“I can fix it.” He offered. “Besides it’ll be an extra security measure for us if we have your contact information.” He gestured loosely to the hand you’d punched the creep with. “We could also bandage up those cuts.”

You brought up your hand and inspected the blood with surprise.

Well... when were you gonna get another opportunity like this? It’s not everyday a girl gets invited into the homes of local mutants.

Besides you really didn’t want to walk home with your phone destroyed.

The red one looked at the purple one angrily. “You wanna being ‘er back??”

“Our job is to help people, Raph.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m with Donnie. It’s only fair since we broke her phone.” The blue one nodded.

“Well if it’s not too much trouble...”

—————

Next thing you know you were whisked away to none other than the sewers.

Well that kind of made sense.

No one would ever really want to go down there anyway.

The purple one, whose name you learned was Donnie, had your phone in his three fingers the moment you stepped foot in their home.

“I’ll do a little fixing up, maybe an upgrade, and Raph can take a look at your hands.” He muttered as he started to disappear into a lab like room.

Raph...

He was the red angry one wasn’t he.

The tallest and biggest out of them all.

He didn’t seem too happy about it either.

“Why me?” He protested. “What ‘bout Leo? Or-or Master Splinter? Heck, even Mikey!” He gestured to his orange masked brother as if to showcase how he’d be better at it.

You couldn’t help but silently agree with him.

Mikey seemed the most open on the way here. He’d talked your ear off the whole trip, asking questions about what it was like to be a human and bragging about all the people he’d saved. He’d even wanted you to play a video game with you when you got to their home. He’d been a bit overbearing but that was better than Mr. miffed muscle mountain.

“Hey you’ve broken the skin on your knuckles before. You’ve got experience in it. Just fix her hand and be done.” With that, Donnie was gone.

You shared an awkward moment of eye contact with Raph before he sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna go play my game.” Mikey dashed over to the tv. “Let me know when you two are done and we can play!” He grabbed Leo by the back of his shell and pulled him along.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously.

It was just you two.

You and the giant turtle boy beside you.

“Aight well...” he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll take you up to the work out room then?”

He stopped and you realized he was waiting for you to say something. You quickly tried to scrounge up a comprehensible sentence.

“Y-yeah, sounds good with me.” You followed after him quietly, holding your hand so the blood wouldn’t drip everywhere.

The room was smaller than you imagined but still... it was huge to you.

He began rummaging through a box on the table, fumbling with objects. “You can uh... you can sit down while I grab the-the stuff.” He told you quickly.

You didn’t know where to sit so you interpreted his words to mean that you should sit on the work out bench.

You watched patiently as he found the roll of gauze.

Clearly he was just as nervous as you.

You didn’t know why HE was nervous though. He was a giant turtle for goodness sake. He could snap you in half easily.

“Here lemme see that hand.” He shuffled over and reached out.

You gave your right one to him, trying to hold in your nervous shaking.

“Ain’t gonna bite ya.” He rolled his eyes.

“I know.” You commented, watching him start applying disinfectant. “Just never been in a situation like this before.”

He snorted and continued his work.

You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his. Ha. That was new. Usually it was you watching little pick me girls compare their hand size to their crushes. How strange it was for it to be you.

“And I thought I had big hands.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

He kept his eyes on your hand, examining it a little more. “Ya call this big?”

“Yep.” You glanced around the room, taking in the ‘scenery’.

He snorted. “Damn tiny to me.” He pulled out the gauze and began wrapping your knuckles. “Look, I’m uh... I’m sorry ‘bout the way I handled earlier. My dumbnut brother got us exposed when ya clearly had the situation handled.”

You cringed, remembering that they’d seen you beating the creep. “Yeah I could have handled that better as well.”

He paused for a half second, as if considering his next words, and then continued. “Heard ya say you were havin’ a shit day as well.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted this brought up in the middle of the weirdest experience ever but you were desperate for a smooth conversation. “Yeah, some jackass stood me up.”

He frowned and momentarily made confused eye contact with you. “Stood ya up?”

“You know, as in he said he was gonna go on a date with me and just didn’t show up.” You forced out a laugh. “But it’s fine I got ice cream at home.”

“Mmm.” He muttered. “Sounds like a douche bag.”

Well outta room! Part two will be up I had too much fun :)

[hellishgoat]

Thanks for the tag!!! @tatsueli :3c (sorry it took so long for me to do this ; ;)

Name: Theo

Gender: Male

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5’6 sooo 167 cms :’)

Time: 1:07 am I gotta sleeeeep!!!

Birthday: December 7th (born in winter... Gojira...)

Favorite band/group: hhhhh Deftones, Mastodon, Static X,,, and.... uhhh many moar XD but those are some of my top faves that come to mind right now

Favorite solo artist: Ozzy Osbourne....... Cher ... Ashnikko and yea there’s moar here toooo my mind is just blank

Song stuck in my head: Anything by 7m3 man this song has been stuck in my head all day 😩 he has such a nice voice it’s unreal!! Also it makes me feel all ->🥺 lol

Last movie: Clown Motel. I don’t recommend it’s fucking SHITE, I actually turned it off bout 30 mins in. (It’s a horror movie and usually I can stomach them even if they suck but this one actually pissed me off it was so bad) XD

Last show: Dr Phil... My stepsister forced me to watch it with her 😒

When did I create this blog: 2019 or so...

What do I post: fandom stuff, my art(occasionally) lot of aesthetic things... and just things I find funny. Oh and like lots of music. I try to keep it positive here but 😅 it maybe hasn’t been the best recently. Smh....... Buuuut uhhm I am trying to make my blog reflect me the best I can and I think I do a good job at that. :’}

Last thing I googled: one piece gogoanime dub.. :’)

Other blogs: 😳 uhhgfghnnnnmnmmmmmm @lovelyleons is my resident evil sideblog.... I have a My Hero Academia one but I’m not active on it at all anymore so I won’t share it and then everything else is just me hoarding Urls XD

Do I get asks: yea :3 I mean not always but I do appreciate the hell out of them all when I do get them ; u ;

Why I chose this Url: cause it’s cool B) and goats ‘nuff said

Following: 296

Followers: 192 (love ya folks ❤️)

Average hours of sleep: 6-7 hours I s’pose, I never really know, it’s either I oversleep or I don’t get enough 😪

Lucky number: 8 🎱

Instruments: I don’t own any, would be cool tho! Like having a bass or something 🤔 when I was in fourth grade I tried the violin and I just could not get it down (I mostly did it cause my mom really wanted me to play the devil went down to Georgia for her lol) sad to say I couldn’t do it xD

What am I wearing: Van Halen shirt (and long sleeve under shirt cause this one has a hole in the stomach of it :( it’s my fave tho I can’t get rid of it!!) just some sweatpants... and lil fuzzy sock monkey socks :•)

Dream job: im just gonna say not having a job too xD (but ok ok I have given it some thought and like maybe owning... a diner or something would be kinda cool 🤔a breakfast place) ahh idk...

Dream trip: Japan would be cool... or honestly anywhere that isn’t here. (But of course Finland too 😉) traveling the world would be nice... if I wasn’t so terrified of the thought of being on airplanes ._. I’d need someone to hold my hand all the way XD and also like all the Dramamine in the world would probably make it better

Favorite food: hhhhhhhhhh Pierogis are awesome... I like beef stew, pizza (and I have to say that pineapple on pizza is amazing😤) can’t go wrong with anything involving pasta... ahh it’s always so hard to answer favorite foods > n < cause now I’m just forgetting everything I actually do enjoy

Nationality: American

Favorite songs: Entombed by Deftones.. You get what you give by New Radicals always makes me super happy, Ghost of Perdition by Opeth is rad as fuck.. Jaguar God is perfect.. sustain the untruth.... ok I’ll stop now :’D (SIKE...I also just reallly enjoy the hell out of Chasm by Flyleaf)

Last book I read: Something something.... I haven’t read anything in forever.... really should get myself into reading again tho

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: the pokemon universe ; ; I could have so many Pokémon!! And travel everywhere. Atla universe so I can be an earthbender. And yea a nice little dreamy place in a Ghibli film as well ((((imma actually add a fourth... but living in the one piece world would be pretty sweet.. specially the freedom that would come with being a PIRATE!!)))) ; ;

Gonna tag @mikey-putrid @seaofashes @radellama @junk-culture @isabelle-lux @kuukigajan @kneesofthebee @lordswagcheese @adultswin @baeson-todd 🤔💭 of course no pressure if you don’t want to do it! No biggie!!

[captainjimothycarter]

Steve & Peggy tell their kid (or kids) that they’re having another baby

Steve was the worst had kept secrets. He barely kept his proposal to Peggy hidden and in the end, she’d been knowing for weeks because she saw the ring he kept hidden in the false bottom of his bedside table. He was the worst at lying too, the tips of his ears turned red or he found himself looking everywhere but at the person, he was talking to. All the signs were there, Steve would make a terrible spy.

Now Peggy? Peggy, his beautiful, amazing wife, and father of his child, of their beautiful daughter Sarah Elizabeth, was a spy through and through. That was her job after all, but Steve? It wasn’t his job at all. He was a stay at home father and still could never bring it in himself to lie to his daughter, even if it was just a little white lie.

“Daaaaad,” six-year-old Sarah sighed in the overdramatic way she mirrored from her mother. Eyes rolled back and even stomping her foot along the gravel of their driveway. “Where are we going? And don’t lie! Mummy says it’s bad to lie!”

“Of course she does,” Steve chuckled, picking little Sarah up and strapping her into her car seat. “We’re going to meet Mummy at the park for lunch.”

Sarah’s head cocked to the side, head full of Steve’s blonde curls but Peggy’s beautiful eyes and smiles. He saw so much of her and so little of him, not that it mattered. “But Mummy went to work.”

“And now she’s off. She’s spending the whole day with us.” 

Peggy had found a beautiful spot in the local park, Steve noted. Right in the warm sunshine, the trees offering plenty of shade. A large blanket was spread out to offer comfort on the ground and a beautiful array of carefully packed food and drinks awaited them. 

And she looked like a goddess herself, laying on the blankets, book in the hand. Her one hand unconsciously cradled her stomach, not even too much showing yet and she was already tenderly touching it, like how she did when Sarah was there.

Sarah squealed when she saw her mum, running straight across the park and sliding and tumbling into the blanket so she could fall into her arms. Their laughter carried over the park as he eventually joined them, setting down the wrapped present beside the basket.

The shiny, silver paper immediately caught Sarah’s attention, her mouth turning into a perfect ‘o’.

“But it’s not my birthday,” she noticed, the curious note in her eyes making Steve grin as he bent down to kiss his wife in greeting. “Or Mummy’s or yours, Daddy. Why is there a present?”

“No, it’s not,” Peggy agreed, stroking those unruly curls from Sarah’s face. “It’s no one’s birthday, not yet. There doesn’t have to be a birthday to get a present.”

The little girl’s face turned completely serious as she thought this over, mouth now pressed into a firm line that was all Peggy right there. Steve tried not to laugh as he carefully opened the basket to pull out the already made plate.

“Okay,” Sarah eventually said, taking the plate and leaning into her mummy’s chest after Steve helped her sit up. “Is it mine? Can I have it? What is it?”

“Darling,” Peggy laughed, shaking her head as she took the cover off of Sarah’s food and handed her a fork. “Eat first, okay? We don’t want the nice food daddy made us go to waste, do we? Look, we have your favorite! Even chocolate cake for dessert.”

“But mummy that’s your favorite.”

“Yeah, mummy,” Steve snickered. “That’s yours. It’s yours too, Sarah.”

“Uh-huh. Cause it’s yummy and cause Mr. Jarvis makes a better cake than you, daddy.” She paused to consider her words, mouth stuffed full of rice. “Sorry.”

Peggy snorted into her hand a Steve feigned hurt, rolling her eyes. “Now, now, darling it’s okay. Let’s eat. I’m starving. And daddy insists on dinner before dessert.”

“If you had it your way, it be dessert all the time,” Steve pointed out, pointing his fork at his wife’s face.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Of course, I would. Dessert is amazing.”

“You would make yourself sick! Regular food is amazing too.”

“Only when you don’t burn it.” She childishly stuck her tongue out at Steve, her husband just smirking around his fork. “And I would not. In a perfect world, dessert would be for every meal. All the cake and ice cream one could want.”

“Am I not in your perfect world?”

“Oh, darling, you always are. You and Sarah both make my world perfect every day.”

“You giant sap,” Steve sighed as he leaned into his wife and pulled her into his side, kissing her cheek softly. 

Their little girl was none the wiser to her parents above them, refusing to take eyes off one another while Steve insistingly fed his wife bites of food. Sarah’s eyes were on the prize of the present waiting for her.

“Can I open it now?” she sighed, once the meal had been handled and Steve was cutting up the cake. 

He saw her eyes were locked onto the cake, bright and wide when he pulled out large slices for them. Sarah would be hyper but screw it they were celebrating. The cake only distracted her for point two seconds, long enough for everyone to finish off a slice. 

“Daaaaaddy,” she sighed when Steve was taking far too long to clean up their mess. “Can we open the present now?”

“There she goes with your patience,” Peggy chuckled, hugging Sarah to her chest before slipping her to the blanket and taking the present.

“My patience? That’s your patience, shoot first, ask questions later,” Steve snorted, rolling his eyes as he sat back down beside his little girl. “Alright, Sarah, I know you’re curious about what this is but...it’s important mommy and daddy explain something to you.”

Now there was her mother when she tilted her head up to look at her parents, a pout on those pink lips. “What’s important?” She was quiet for a moment, taking hold of the box but not removing the paper. She had patience, that kid, just when she wanted to use it.

“You’re pregnant,” Sarah said, looking at her mom.

Peggy’s eyes widened, sharing a look with Steve. “How did you know?” She wasn’t upset, if anything she looked amused while holding her stomach. Very amused.

Sarah’s little shoulders shrugged. “Daddy. He can’t lie. And I saw Daddy painting the bedroom I’m not allowed in and saw the names painted on the wall like mine are.”

“Names,” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I shoulda locked the door.”

“You really should’ve,” Peggy mused, kissing her husband’s cheek. “Well, that cats out of the bag now. Go ahead and open it, darling.”

That’s the sign Sarah was waiting for, tearing the package open and grinning ear to ear when she saw what laid inside. Two fuzzy, brown teddybears with baby blue ribbons around their necks laid in the box. Each ribbon had one name printed on it, James and Michael.

“You’re having two?!” She looked so puzzled, down to her belly, and back up to her mama. 

“Twins,” Peggy confirmed, taking one bear out to show her the sonogram photo that was encased in the bear’s plastic stomach to protect it. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”

They weren’t sure how Sarah would react, honestly. Given the fact, Steve was a single child and Peggy was the youngest in the family, they had nothing to compare their reactions too. Yet, Steve prepared for the worst. He prepared for a fight, a tantrum, demanding to stay the single kid and crying, but instead, Sarah’s eyes lit up and she hugged one bear, then the other before crushing them against her and her mama’s belly. 

“Hi, James and Mikey!” She breathed, touching her belly. “I was inside mummy too! But now you are and I’m gonna be your big sister! I can’t wait to meet you!”

--

Steve smiled at the sight that welcomed him when he stepped out of the bathroom, steam pouring out behind him. Sarah laid on her mama’s side, asleep, one hand laid on her belly, the other with her thumb in her mouth. A habit that never seemed to break.

“She fell asleep talking to the boys,” Peggy laughed as Steve slowly climbed into the bed. “We shouldn’t let her sleep with us.”

They were going to anyway, not when Sarah wanted to be with her brothers. What’s one night?

“She already loves them so much,” he sighed, turning the lights off and getting under the covers. “You’re not mad that I accidentally spoiled the surprise?”

“Darling,” Peggy laughed. “She’s our child. She has my wits and your smarts and everything in between. She’s going to find out what she wants to find out. I know one thing…” She kissed him while her hand rubbed at Sarah’s back. “She’s going to be an amazing big sister, I just know it.”

[sophfandoms53]

If you don't mind: what's your opinion on Leonardo from tmnt? :3

Absolutely love him.

Leo is actually my second favorite turtle (Mikey being the first, I think that’s been made clear lmao) regardless of the series, whether it’s 2003, 2012 or Rise, Leo has always been a well written and interesting character.

I’ve joked around in the past about how 2012 shoved Leo and his character arc in our faces, but in reality I thoroughly enjoyed Leo’s arc in 2012 and it’s the easiest one to decipher as it’s actually very well written.

I could get into a deeper discussion about how 2012 dealt with Mikey, Raph and Donnie’s arc when compared to Leo’s but that would make this response even longer and I might keep that for another time, however I will briefly summarize that Raph and Donnie’s arcs suffered severely in the main 4 seasons and were basically brushed aside in season 5, minus that one episode Donnie had in the Kavaxas arc, while Mikey’s feeling inadequate to his brothers arc swiftly concluded in different ways after Into Dimension X and The Croaking and the writers started doing different things with him that better suited his character, Meet Mondo Gecko and Bat in The Belfry being big examples. All of season 5 honestly can be summed up with “Mikey is a total boss” because he just owns every single episode in that season even if he isn’t the focus, When Worlds Collide is essentially meant to be a Raph focus episode but the biggest moments in that two parter are whenever Mikey is on screen.

This is where we circle back to Leo and his arc as Mikey even takes attention away from him in the final part of the Kavaxas arc, which is an arc centered around Leo officially coming to terms with his role as the new Sensei and father figure to his family. After the Kavaxas arc, Leo’s character is finished, there’s no where else for him to grow beside minor personality tweaks which was hinted at in the Usagi arc.

In the main four seasons Leo’s arc can be split into two parts, seasons 1-2 has him dealing with the sacrifices and burden that comes with being the leader while seasons 3-4 has him accept his role as the leader and his character becomes about having trust both with himself and with his team as in these two seasons Leo tends to go off alone on a mission instead of talking with his family and it’s something that is handled very well.

One of my favorite episodes in the series is Attack of The MegaShredder specifically because it puts Leo in a place of understanding that his brothers [Mikey in this case] will always be there for him when he needs them the most and this arc comes to nice closed in Broken Foot where he constantly tells Karai that they need his brothers if they want to continue doing what they’re doing.

This type of characterization for Leo happened in the 2003 series as well. Most notably after the battle in the season 3 finale with Shredder that leaves the entire team wounded and Leo with a massive scar on the back of his shell, Leo takes this loss extremely personally and violently to the point he loses his sense of self. He’s angry at himself for losing, for letting his brothers and his Sensei get hurt.

But what 2003 did was not have Leo realize he was angry with himself and made it appear to be he was angry with his brother’s for not getting the job done. Even yelling at them for treating their missions against the foot as a game. This even extends to how Leo trained in season 4, he did to the point he tired himself and his brother’s out because he felt what he and his brother’s knew wasn’t good enough.

In the episode Grudge Match it opens up with Leo aggressively training his brother’s on a rooftop and he only stops his training when Splinter calls him out about it saying they need to discuss his attitude and take on training soon until they notice Mikey has been slacking off training recently. So Leo offers to train Mikey for his upcoming Battle Nexus rematch as Mikey has become incredibly cocky over his win and Leo knowing his brother needs to be taken down a peg, gives us this amazing scene of dialogue between the two,

“I brought you up here to clear your mind, Mikey. Focus on what's important.”

“Like going home?”

“No, like pushing yourself beyond your limits to a place where there are no limits; to be so focused, so ready that nothing and no one will ever catch you off guard again.”

“Um, we still talkin' about me here?”

“In this life, we only have each other. If one of us goes down, we all go down, so focus.”

The subtext is obvious, after the fight with Shredder, this is clearly how Leo takes on other fights in season 4 and why he becomes so frustrated with his brother’s constant dismissal of it. Despite this piece of advice giving Mikey what he needed to win the match fairly, it still doesn’t change the fact this is a very dangerous way to think and Leo being the leader to think this way makes it more glaring on how far Leo has lost himself in this state of self hatred.

Another interesting thing to note is how whenever Donnie and Raph complain about Leo’s attitude, it’s Mikey who comes to his eldest brother’s defense and understands the burden Leo has his shoulders, and this wasn’t done by accident.

It is only after Leo harms Splinter during training does he come to realize how bad this violent attitude of his is affecting everyone around him. Leo is then sent off on a 2 month journey of self-reflection in Japan where Yoshi’s old masters helps him realize that Leo has become his own monster, or as the show does it, he has become his own Shredder.

Leo comes to the realization that he has stop blaming himself for what happened and move forward, he’s been holding onto the past for too long to the point he became a barrel of anger and self-destruction and he had to be the one to fix it. He had to destroy his own demons, himself. And this arc concludes very well.

Now in Rise it’s a little bit difficult to analyze the characters as there isn’t much development, not a bad thing at all, but Rise has gone out of its way to give each of the brother’s depth and it’s very interesting.

Because Rise doesn’t have Leo as the leader one can be mistaken that this Leo wouldn’t have the same struggles or insecurities as his other incarnations but this has proven to be false as Rise Leo still has the same insecurity of his brother’s not respecting him as part of the team or just seeing him as a screwup. Leo has shown he needs a reassurance he’s doing the right thing and that his brother’s look at him in a positive light.

A lot of people have a fundamental misunderstanding of Leo’s role as the leader and just look at it as that instead of realizing how much pressure and stress Leo puts on himself regardless because he wants to be the very best him that he can be.

Lmao this got incredibly long, apologies for ranting.

This was a very long convoluted way of me saying, I love Leo a lot and his character is very very 3-dimensional and needs more appreciation than just “he’s only the leader”.

[bellaireland1981]

Lights, Camera, Coffee in LA

Ok, this is my absolute first time posting a story I’ve written and I am anxious as hell about it lol. Please be kind! 

Summary: Elena “Lena” is off to LA for the summer to visit her brother. Her summer gets off to a great start when she ends up sat next to none other than Chris Evans on the plane. (I suck at summaries!) Thank you SO much to @denisemarieangelina​ for reading and providing feedback, and a WAY better title than I’d managed to think of! You’re AMAZING! 

Characters: Chris Evans x OFC Elena

Word count: 4921

Warnings: None... absolute fluff

“I’m boarding the plane now, Mikey,” I gasped, out of breath from running through the airport.

“Oversleep again, Lena?” He asked laughing on the other end.

“Actually, my Uber was late and then we hit traffic on the freeway, thank you very much!” I said, indignantly, making my way down the gangway and onto the plane.

“Ok, well safe flight, I’ll see you in a few hours.” he responded, “Love you, Sis!”

“Love you too, Mikey! Can’t wait to see you!” I was excited to see my big brother. He’d moved out to L.A. when I was 12 years old to pursue a career in acting. He’d made a name for himself on a soap opera, but had decided he preferred being behind the camera instead of in front of it.

I quickly located my seat and stowed my carry-on in the overhead compartment before dropping into the seat by the window. One perk of having Michael book my tickets was an upgrade to first class.

I had just finished another year teaching 2nd grade and was looking forward to spending time in California with my big brother. Due to budget cuts, we had ended up with overcrowded classrooms this past year (meaning I’d had a class of 30 second graders as opposed to the normal 20 I was used to!). Needless to say, I was exhausted and needed a break.

“Can I get you something to drink before we take off ma’am?” a flight attendant asked me, smiling.

“Do you have any tea?” I asked, smiling back at her, I hadn’t had time to stop for caffeine on my way to the airport and wasn’t firing on all cylinders yet. “Or at this point, I’d drink week-old coffee resembling mud.”

“We can’t have you drinking mud, I’d be happy to get you some tea” She replied laughing, “Any milk, sugar, or honey?”

“Just plain, please!” I replied, “You’re seriously a life-saver!”

“All part of my job title!” She said before collecting the pre-flight drink orders from other passengers settling into their seats.

“A fellow caffeine addict, huh?” A smooth, deep voice sounded next to me. It appeared as though my seat neighbor had arrived.

“Not even ashamed to admit to that! “In all fairness though, it is before 8 in the morning, and a Monday no less.” I smiled up at the newcomer, and almost swallowed my tongue in the process.

Chris freaking Evans was standing less than a foot away, placing his bag in the overhead compartment. He had on a gray Henley with the sleeves pushed up, jeans, and a NASA hat pulled down to help disguise his identity.  Pull it together Lena, do NOT fangirl on the poor guy!

“Both fair points!” He said taking his seat and turning slightly towards me. Even with the added room in first class, he was still insanely close to me. I could smell his cologne or aftershave, which didn’t help my already overloaded senses.  “I’m Chris, by the way.”

“Elena” I replied, smiling, “Everyone just calls me Lena though.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lena” He replied with a smile of his own. Ugh, his azure blue eyes were seriously going to be my downfall. “What has you headed to L.A?”

“My brother lives there. I’m just going to visit for the summer. “A much-needed break from reality.” I replied, impressed that my inner fangirl wasn’t showing through...at least I hoped it wasn’t noticeable to Chris.

“I can definitely understand the need for a break.” He said, “The whole summer, huh? Must be a teacher?”

“Very good deduction skills!” I said laughing

“My older sister is a teacher as well, it was an easy deduction to make” He smirked, winking at me. “What do you teach?”

“I’m a second-grade teacher, although there are days I’d say ‘kitten wrangler’ would be a better job title.” I replied honestly. “Especially this past school year.”

“An entire room full of, what… 8-year-olds?” His eyes widened, “That’d be like a room full of my nephews… yeah, you need a break!”

“Yeah, 7 and 8-year-olds… 30 of them to be exact.” I replied, “I’m a kitten-wrangling ninja, what’s your superpower?”

He threw his head back at that and laughed, his left hand coming up to grab his chest. I smiled like an idiot at the fact that I was able to make him laugh hard enough to get the left boob grab.

“Super-human strength, quick healing abilities, and I look damn good for 100!” He replied, cheekily.

“Your tea Ma’am” the flight attendant interrupted, bringing my much-needed drink.

“Thank you so much!” I replied, taking the steaming cup.

“Can I get you anything, Mr. Evans?” she asked Chris, batting her eyelashes at him. I turned my head away to quickly stifle the snicker that was bubbling up.

“I’m good for now, thanks though.” He replied, then turning back towards me.

“Get that often, Mr. Evans. Or do you prefer Captain?” I asked as the flight attendant walked away.

“So, you do know who I am. I wasn’t too sure if you did or didn’t know.” He replied, laughing nervously.

“Yeah, figured that one out as soon as I looked up.” I replied gently, “But, honestly, I get that constant public adoration can get old, so I kept the fangirling to a minimum.”

“Fangirling, huh?” He asked, his smile getting bigger. “So, you’re a fan?”

“I may or may not be team Cap” I replied, my inner nerd shining through.  “I’m also team Thor though, so…”

“I’ll take it!” He replied laughing, “You said team Cap first, so that’s all I’m hearing.”

It was my turn to throw my head back laughing at his child-like response. It was nice to see the playful side of Chris, the true person that he is not the actor everyone knows.

“Welcome aboard flight 723 with non-stop service to LAX.” One of the flight attendants announced, “We will be pushing back and getting underway here in the next few minutes. At this time, we ask that you make sure that your seatbelts are fastened and return any seats and trays to the upright position. We are right on time, and should be landing at LAX at approximately 9:55 am local time.”

“Ugh, this is my least favorite part of flying. I wish I could just click my heels and arrive wherever I want to be.” I admitted to him in a nervous manner.

“Not a fan of flying?” He asked sympathetically, looking over at me.

“In general, flying is fine” I responded, trying to keep my breathing normal, “It’s taken off and landings I’m not exactly fond of.”

“Did you have a bad experience?” He asked out of curiosity.

“Nope” I replied, “But the way I see it, if something goes wrong at either takeoff or landing, you’re close enough to the ground still where chances are it’s going to hurt. When you’re in the air, you’re high enough up where if you crash, you’re just dead and won’t know how much the pain sucks.”

Chris was momentarily speechless as he processed my theory. I’m sure the theory is flawed but hey, fears are generally irrational right?

“Wow” he said finally, “I can’t say I’ve ever thought of it that way before.”

“I’ve never actually put that into words before, and I will admit that it does sound absurd.” I replied, “It sounded much less insane in my head.”

“No, not insane.” He quickly reassured me, “Probably has some validity to it...somewhere.”

“You’re way too nice!” I replied smiling, “Let’s pretend I didn’t disclose that information, and you don’t know the level of my nerdiness.”

“We’ve all got some nerdiness in us,” he replied with a flirty smile, “But I have to admit that the nerdiness is pretty damn adorable on you.”

I could feel my face heating up at the compliment. Holy shit, Chris Evans just called me adorable. My inner fangirl was screaming.

Before I was able to form a response, the plane started moving away from the gate. I could feel anxiety starting to boil in my gut. I gripped the armrest of my seat, knuckles turning white.

“Hey” Chris said softly, pulling my attention away from the window, “Keep breathing, Lena” His

right hand reached over and gently engulfed my hand in his own. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax.

“I promise I’m not normally such a spaz.” I said apologetically, looking at him.

“None of that,” He said smiling, “We all have things that make us anxious. No judgement here.”

“So, are you heading back to L.A. for work or is that your home base?” I asked, trying to focus on something else.

“A little of both actually.” He replied, “I’m meeting with a director about a film I’m really interested in doing, but I do have a house in L.A. that I spend a lot of time at. Home though… that’s always Boston. Where is home for you?”

“I live in Providence, but I grew up in Newport.” I replied, “With the exception of my brother, the rest of my family is all still in Rhode Island.”

“Another New Englander!” He said smiling broadly, “It’s not Boston, but… you’re in the right region!”

“The only time I’m ever in Boston is when I’m catching a flight.” I admitted, “I always tell myself I’m going to drive up and spend some time there especially Salem, but something always comes up.”

“What!?” He exclaimed, “There is so much more to Boston than the AIRPORT!”

I laughed at the shock and dismay displayed on his face and in his voice.

“I’ll make a point to get there before I go back to work this fall.” I laughed, crossing my heart like the second graders I taught often did.

“I’ll hold you to that” He said, attempting to give me a stern look...but failing, as the laughter in his eyes gave him away. “What are you planning on doing while in L.A. this summer?”

“My brother actually lives in Malibu, so I will be spending as much time at the beach as possible.” I was very excited to spend time in the Pacific Ocean, surfing and hopefully diving at some point. The Atlantic was great, but definitely much colder. “I will also be buying an annual pass to Disneyland so I can go as often as I want and get my Disney fix. Once will definitely not be enough.”

“You’re a Disney fan too?” Chris asked, eyes growing wide, “You’re perfect you know that?”

“Far from it, I assure you.” I laughed, “Just ask my brothers.”

“Are you a Patriot’s fan?” he asked, turning his whole body towards me now. “Because seriously, if you are, I’m marrying you as soon as we get off this plane.”

I laughed and tucked a stray piece of brown hair back behind my ear nervously.

“I’m not really into football…” I replied smiling, “I’m more of a soccer fan. I enjoy baseball too.”

“I can accept that” He replied smiling widely, “I don’t know much about soccer, but what’s your favorite baseball team?”

“The Red Sox.” I replied, “My dad is a huge Sox fan, as are all my brothers. Mikey tries to play like he’s a Dodger fan now that he lives in L.A, but honestly that’s just to mess with my dad.”

“I was right, Lena.” Chris said teasingly, “You're legitimately perfect.”

“Even if I’m not a football fan?” I laughed. Butterflies were swarming in my belly for a whole new reason now. My fear of taking off, long forgotten. I glanced quickly out the window to realize we were in the air. Chris had kept me occupied to ease my anxiety during takeoff.  “Well played, Evans.” I said, looking back over at him. He shrugged and gave me a boyish smile.

“Sometimes it helps to keep the mind busy when you’re anxious so that you aren’t focused on what is causing the anxiety.” He replied, seemingly from experience.

“Thank you” I replied simply. I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“So, what’s your favorite ride at Disney?” He asked, changing topics.

“Is it acceptable to say that I love them all?” I asked him hopefully. Seriously, how do you choose just one ride?

“Nope. You got to pick one,” he said, shaking his head, “No cop out answers.”

“Ok, well I adore Space Mountain, but I also love The Matterhorn. The Haunted Mansion though is also a favorite…” I replied, “Best I can do is Top 3 favorites.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” He conceded, “Good choices too. You went with the classics.”

“What are your favorite rides?” I asked, “And no ‘cop out’ answers either.”

“Space Mountain.” He said without hesitation. “That’s the one I could ride all day.”

“Favorite Disney movie?” I asked him.

“Of all time? Dumbo” he replied, “But I honestly love all the Classic Disney movies, and the newer ones too. What’s yours?”

“All-time favorite… Pinocchio.” I replied thoughtfully. “I adore Jiminy Cricket. But I also wore out two copies of the Oliver and Company movie.”

“I love Oliver and Company!” He exclaimed, “My dog, Dodger, is named after the Dodger in that movie!”

“It’s a great movie.” I agreed, “Where’s Dodger now?”

“He’s back in Boston with my mom and sister.” he said, a sad smile on his face. It was obvious he loved his dog. I’d read and watched interviews with him, whenever asked about his dog he lit up like a kid at Christmas.

“Are you going to be in L.A for a long time?” I asked

“Depends on my meeting with the director, I guess.” He replied, “If it goes well, I’ll bring Dodge out and we’ll stay out here until filming ends. I don’t have anything else on the schedule at the moment. Just finished my contract with Marvel.”

“It’s got to be a good feeling to have the freedom to just relax and pick what you want to work on.” I said, “I won’t lie though, I’m heartbroken you won’t be Captain American anymore.”

“It was hard to walk away after the last day on set, but it was definitely time. I was burning out.” he said honestly, “I feel like I went out on the right note though.”

“I’ll admit that I literally ugly cried in the theater during Endgame.” I confided in him, “Complete with crocodile tears, blotchy eyes...the whole nine yards. You broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.”

“But it’s not like Cap died!” he reasoned, “He just finally got the chance to live out the life he wanted!”

“Although that part did make me teary, the part that broke me was watching Cap get his heart broken when Natasha and Tony died.” I explained, “The scene where you’re sitting there and the tears are falling… ugh.”

“If it helps, it was extremely difficult for us all to make it through that film.” He said, “We were all emotionally attached to the characters.”

“That does make me feel better, thanks.” I replied.

The rest of the flight was spent talking about anything and everything. I was so caught up in the

conversation that I never even heard them announce we were beginning our descent into L.A., so when the plane touched down and started to taxi up to the terminal gate, I was shocked.

“Again, well played Mr. Evans” I laughed looking back over to Chris. “Thank you”

“I really enjoyed this flight, Lena.” He said smiling, “I’m actually kind of sad we’ve landed.”

“I can honestly say, this is the best flight I’ve ever had.” I admitted, a blush spreading over my neck and face. “I wouldn’t have been sad if it had been longer.”

The plane had taxied into the designated gate and came to a stop. Around us people were rushing to gather up their belongings.

“As crazy as this sounds, I’d really like to see you again.” Chris said, looking anxious for the first time since he’d introduced himself. It was as though he doubted, you’d want to see him again, which made absolutely zero sense! 

“It doesn’t sound crazy, Chris” I reassured him softly. “I would like to see you again too.”

“Put your number in my phone and then I’ll text you so you have mine.” He said handing me his phone.

I quickly typed my number into his phone before handing it back to him. He finished saving the contact info and then sent a text to me. I heard my phone’s notification ping, alerting me to a new message. It was if the ping of my phone set off a swarm of butterflies in my belly. The anxiety from earlier in the flight was back, but for a whole new reason.

I opened up the message from Chris and quickly saved his contact info. Chris grabbed his bag down out of the overhead compartment then grabbed mine down and handed it over to me.

“I’m assuming since you’re here for a while, you’ve got more luggage checked” He laughed,

“Either that, or you travel extremely light.”

“Honestly, I probably over packed” I laughed, rolling my eyes at myself. “I never know what I’ll need or want when traveling so I just throw it all into the luggage and go with it.”

“That’s one way to do it, I suppose.” He winked at me, “If you don’t mind, I’ll walk with you that way.  I’m getting picked up at arrivals anyway.”

“I don’t mind at all.” I replied, “My brother is supposed to be picking me up. I’m guessing he’ll be at arrivals too.”

We walked towards baggage claim, making our way through the large crowds at LAX. I noticed

Chris kept hat down low over his eyes, doing his best to blend in and not be recognized. He stayed close to me, trying to avoid being separated.

We arrived at baggage claim right as the bags were starting to appear on the conveyor belt.

Luckily, my bag came around quickly. I grabbed it off the belt and turned around, almost running straight into Chris. I hadn’t realized he was so close.

“Sorry!” he said, a boyish grin on his face, as he steadied me, “I didn’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

“No worries” I said breathily, enjoying the close proximity to him. “I think this is the fastest my bag has ever gotten off the plane. Thankfully, it wasn’t lost this time!”

“That’s happened before?” His eyebrows shot up in shock, “That must have sucked!”

“It did” I agreed, “I was in Germany too, which made it even worse. I was with a student group and we weren’t staying in one spot, so it was quite the production getting my stuff to me!”

“Well at least had it happened here, you’d have been stationary” He laughed, “How long did it take to get reunited with your luggage?”

“It took 3 days for it to catch up with us.” I said, “Thankfully, I had enough in my carry on that I was able to survive the separation.”

“LENA!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I quickly looked up and around for the source of the voice to find my sister in law, holding a neon green sign with my name in pink sparkles. I laughed, shaking my head at her.

“Talia!” I giggled heading over to her and hugging her. I adored my sister in law, in fact, she was probably my favorite. “Was the sign necessary?”

“Of course, it was!” she replied laughing, “I’d hate to be accused of being basic!”

“Extra… yes” I laughed, “Never basic.”

“I see you’ve made a friend already” She said, glancing over to where Chris was standing, his eyes dancing with laughter at the exchange.

“Talia, this is Chris.” I said making the introduction. I figured she had already figured out exactly who he was. “Chris, my sister in law, Talia.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Chris” She said smiling brightly. Talia is also a huge Marvel fan, but she’s more team Iron Man/ RDJ. Being married to my brother, she was used to being around celebrities and has perfected the art of remaining cool. I had a feeling I needed to take a page from her book this summer if I was going to survive in my brother’s world.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Talia.” Chris responded warmly.

“Ok, let’s get out of here!” Talia exclaimed, “Michael gave me strict orders to bring you straight to him before going to the house. I think he missed his baby sister.”

“I’ve definitely missed him too” I said, excited to see him.  

We all headed out of the airport and into the balmy California weather. I smiled looking around at the palm trees and feeling thesunshine beat on my face. It was going to be a great summer!

Straight ahead of us was a pick up line filled with limos, black SUVs, and sedans along with their drivers holding signs with the people they were looking for.

“There’s my ride,” Chris said, seeing his name in the line. He wrapped me in a quick hug before pulling back and smiling. “I’ll text you later Lena and we can make plans to get together.”

“Sounds great!” I beamed, trying to remember how to breathe. Chris Evans just hugged me!

Talia and I quickly made our way across the pickup lanes and headed towards the parking garage attached to the airport.

“Already making friends with Hollywood Heartthrobs before even landing in L.A., huh?” Talia joked as I threw my luggage into the back of her black Land Rover.

“He’s super sweet, Lia!” I gushed, “He kept me occupied the entire flight, especially during takeoff and landing, so I wouldn’t freak out. We talked about everything, and he never made me feel like a major dork.”

“Michael has mentioned several times that he’s very down to earth and a genuinely nice person.” She revealed, “He’s actually meeting with Chris this week about a part in the film he’s directing.”

“Ohmygod!” I exclaimed, “THAT’S the movie he was talking about? He said he was in town to meet with a director but never said what the film was or which director. What is the flipping’ odds he’d be meeting with my brother?”

“Hollywood is actually not that big” Talia said laughing, “Everyone is essentially connected to someone through a mutual friend. Not that shocking he’d know Michael. I’m guessing Chris didn’t put it together?”

“My last name never came up honestly” I replied, “Well, I guess this means I’m guaranteed to see him again!”

Being that it was past rush hour, it didn’t take too long to get from the airport to the studio lot where Michael was preparing for his next film. Talia found a parking spot close to a large building that I assumed contained a sound stage.

“Alright, he’s inside meeting with a few set designers. He said to come straight in when we got

here.” Talia said getting out of the vehicle.

We walked into the building, which currently looks like a cross between an airplane hangar and a warehouse.

“There’s my Little-Bit!” Michael said jogging over towards us. He quickly scooped me up into a hug, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around. “I’ve missed your kiddo!”

“I’ve missed you too, Mikey!” I said laughing, “I hate that we live on opposite sides of the country now!”

“I know, Kiddo.” He said setting me back on my feet and taking a step back, “You know, there are plenty of schools out here you can teach at.”

“Don’t tempt me!” I joked, “We just had one of the worst winters in over a decade this year… the temptation to leave it all behind is strong.”

“I know you probably want to get settled and freshen up from your trip, but I couldn’t wait to see you” He said, “I have a few more meetings but should be out of here by early afternoon, so we can make plans to go out somewhere for dinner tonight.” 

“Perfect, I am in desperate need of shower and clean clothes.” I replied, “Other than that, my social calendar is wide open.”

“For now, at least.” Talia teased, bumping into me and smirking. “I doubt it stays that way.”

“Yeah, I’m totally on the prowl to fill my calendar” I rolled my eyes, trying to play her comment off so Michael wouldn’t ask questions.

“That’ll be hard to do if you spend all summer at Disney, Little-Bit.” Michael teased, “Although, I hear Goofy is still single.”

“Oh wow, all have jokes today.” I laughed, turning towards Talia “On that note, I’m ready to leave now.”

“OK, you’re chariot awaits milady!” She responded, “I’ll see you at home, baby.”

“Drive safe, stay out of trouble.” He said, “Love you both.”

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I woke the next morning to my cell phone alerting me to a new message. I sat up and grabbed my phone. I was shocked that I’d managed to sleep past nine. I leaned back against the queen-sized headboard and opened up my text messages.

C: 7:35AM Hey Lena, I’ve got a meeting this morning about that project I mentioned but would

really love to see get together later if you’re available. Maybe get some coffee, or another beverage?  

C: 8:00 AM Ok, that sounded really lame. Let me try again. Lena, would you like to go out for a drink later?

L: 9:04 AM Hi! Sorry, I just woke up! You didn’t sound lame at all. I’d love to get coffee...or another beverage with you later! I don’t think I have anything going on today. Let me track down my brother to make sure he didn’t plan anything.

I pushed the covers back and got out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet in the guest bedroom I was staying in. I pulled my long brown hair up into a messy knot on top of my head, deciding to deal with it later, and headed downstairs in search of Michael or Talia to see what the plans for the day were.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear voices on the back patio that overlooked the beach. I detoured to the kitchen first to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before heading out to the patio.

I opened the French doors and stepped out onto the cool bricks, before stopping dead in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights.

“Morning, Little Bit!” Michael said cheerfully, oblivious to my panic. “This is Chris, I’m trying to recruit him for my current project.”

“We actually met on the plane yesterday,” Chris said, winking at me with a smirk, “Morning, Lena. Love your shirt.”

I quickly glanced down, forgetting what I was wearing, and realized I still had on my old Red Sox tank and a pair or navy-blue sleep shorts.

“Thanks” I laughed nervously, “Good Morning.”

“Grab a seat Lena and join us for breakfast” Michael offered, “Lia had to meet with a client this morning, but will be back later.”

I sat down, next to Michael, which put me directly across from where Chris was sitting. I grabbed some grapes from the fruit bowl and placed them on the plate in front of me. Michael passed a platter of bacon and toast, so I added some of that to my plate as well.

“Lia made sure to make some of the bacon extra crispy for you too” Michael said shaking his

head, “although by that point it’s like eating straight bacon bits.”

“I’ll only eat it when it’s crispy because I can’t stand the idea that I’m gnawing on pig fat.” I replied, sticking my tongue out at him. “You’re lucky I’m even eating pork again.”

“There was a time you didn’t eat pork?” Chris asked, his eyebrow cocked.

“I had to dissect a pig in my honors biology class sophomore year.” I replied, “my lab partner was a little over zealous, and after a week of picking at a pig carcass, I couldn’t bring myself to eat pork anymore.”  

“She wouldn’t eat any meat for about a month.” Michael added smiling at me.

“What made you decide to start eating meat again?” Chris asked curiously.

“I missed cheeseburgers” I shrugged, “Being a vegetarian wasn’t working for me, so I decided to be a porketarian instead.”

Chris laughed, shaking his head, “How long did you go without eating pork?”

“I just started eating it again about a year ago.” I admitted. “So, about 20 years.”

“That’s a long time.” he said looking shocked, “What made you decide to eat it again?”

“She missed bacon” Michael replied.

“Pretty much” I agreed. “I missed BLTs… and turkey bacon wasn’t the same.”

“Fair enough” Chris said.

“So, what’s on your agenda today Mickey?” I asked my brother, steering the conversation away from me.

“I have a couple of meetings at the studio but I should be wrapped up by late afternoon, I was planning on grabbing steaks on the way home so we can throw them on the grill tonight.” He replied, “What are your plans for today?”

“I was thinking of going to grab coffee, or a beverage of some kind today” I smirked at Chris.

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That’s all I’ve got! Should I make a part 2?? Thanks for reading!!

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Yours For Tonight. Pt 2

Michael Gray x Reader

Part One

A/n: Requested by @namelesslosers , “Part two please! This is amazing, Maybe one where he's already with Gina and the reader comes back to Small Heat? They never stopped loving each other and yeah... Anyway, tag me if you do please?”

The Morning After

“I couldn’t face saying goodbye for the last time, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I have to leave and I’m sorry that we can’t spend the rest of our lives together. I know I promised we would. I’ll never forget you Michael, the love that you showed me was possible, and I’ll forever be thankful for that. I’ll love you always, y/n”

That was the note you left for Michael the morning you left, taking one last look back at his sleeping figure before you gently closed his bedroom door, sneaking down the staircase and onto the cold, harsh cobbles of the street outside, ready to begin your new life in France with your boyfriend. Well... as ready as you would ever be.

Three Years Later

The sharp wind whipped around your as you stepped out of your taxi, taking a long, deep breath whilst you stood taking in your surroundings, the sleek black car vanishing back down the street. A small smile spread across your face as you saw the familiar blackish grey terrace houses that held so many memories. The dull, cold cobbles of the roads which ironically brought you so much warmth and comfort.

You were home... you were in Small Heath.

With no plans of where you’d live, or work, however truthfully, your husbands job left you quite well off so for now you could easily pay for a hotel for however long it took for you to find a house, you found yourself heading to the garrison.

As soon as you made your way through the sparkling golden doors, you caught eyes with Harry, his face lighting up with surprise. You sat and chatted for a good hour or so as he served the men in the pub, this is where you learned that Tommy had bought the pub not long after you left, explaining the glamorous new design. Sparking the topic of the Peaky Blinders, him raving about how well they were all doing which lead to you subtly asking how “Pollys son, that new lad Michael” was doing, which was how you were told he had moved to America on business for a while before moving back a few months later. The topic didn’t last long, you not wanting to seem suspicious so you let Harry briefly fill you in on how your mutual friends were doing.

After a short while, a few familiar faces, mostly friends from school and thier boyfriends and husband made their way into the pub as the day shifted into the evening. The garrison grew busier with time whilst you were bombarded with questions about your life over the past three years, the contry, the food, the people. You almost didn’t notice the door fly open and the faces of Tommy Shelby and Polly Gray appear in the doorway. You breathed a sigh of relief when they turned to make thier way into the back room.

That was until the door creaked opens once again, revealing the face of the man you once, a almost definitely still do love. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, placing a cigarette between his lips and raising a match to light it. He lifted his eyes whilst tucking the match box back into his trouser pocket, scanning the room. Your heat skipped a beat as his chestnut brown eyes can’t into line with your y/e/c ones. It felt like the world stopped spinning, his face unreadable as you swallowed the lump in your throat. The buzz of chatter began to ring in your ears, fading into silence. To you, it felt like it was only you and him in the room. A shy, unsure smile flashed across your face, his astonished eyes softening in response.

Suddenly the noise returned to your ears, your heat started to beat and 1000 miles an hour and you watched a woman slip through the crack between the doors, her golden blonde hair glistening in the light. Her painted red lips raising to Michaels ear, whispering something which you couldn’t make out. Her hand making its way upto Michaels neck to get his attention, her burgundy nails gently scratching against his skin. On her finger, a ring.

You forced your eyes away and tears welled in them. Michael snatching his head in the direction of his wife and they also made thier way into the back room.

Your mind was riddled with questions and possibilities. How long had they been married? Did they have children? What was her name? Of corse you knew there was a possibility of seeing him, you weren’t stupid. You for some reason you hadn’t expected this.

You spent the next half an hour or so trying your best to act natural, a few wuenstioning looks were directed at you from your friends, which were returned with you most convincing smile.

Not long after, the Blinders left the back room, Tommy heading to the bar, Polly heading home, leaving Michael and his wife stood talking for a second before she ran to catch up with Polly. He stood searching the room for your face in the crowd of drunken men and tipsy women, after finally spotting you he gave a sly nod in the direction of the door, indicating for you to follow. You waited a minute or two to avoid any suspicion, and to prepare yourself for what was about to happen, before excusing yourself to the toilet and slipping out the out the pub undetected.

The cool air hit you, somewhat refreshing however due to your lack of preparation to be stood out in the cold with your ex lover at this time of night, and therefore your lack of coat, the cold soon hit your bones, causing you to warp your arms around yourself with a shiver.

You searched the darkness for Michael, only spotting him when the glow of a match lit up his face in a discreet ally a few meters away from the entrance of the Garrison. Letting out a shakey breath, your feet subconsciously carried you towards him.

You froze a couple of meters in front of him. You took in his appearance as you stared at one another. His eyes sat above light purple circles, he looked exhausted. His skin a little more wrinkled than when you left, obviously from stress. His hair gelled to the side, much smarter and professional than you ever remembered, must be to cover his tiredness.

“Hey” the simple word snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing your eyes back upto his. They were no longer bright and full of life, they were dull and mysterious.

“Hi” you said, your voice wavering slightly as you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

He offered you a cigarette which you gladly took, thanking him with a smile as you made your way forward, now standing opposite him.

A few seconds past before he broke the silence.

“How’ve you been?” He said cautiously.

“Not bad, you?”

“Yeah, good, thank you”

You stood in an awkward silence, neither of you knowing how to begin a conversation, or more like not knowing what kind of conversation to start.

Once again, it was Michael who spoke first. “What are you doing here, y/n?”

“Well, Iv got nothing left for me in France, let’s just say that.”

“What about...” he began, about to ask about your boyfriend before his mind assumed the worst. “Is he... ok?”

“He’s fine. Well...” you took a second to think of how to word your sentence. Do you lie? How much should you tell? You gave in, letting out a sigh, you continued “Prison.”

Michael raised his eyebrows in shock, your boyfriend would be the last person anyone would’ve expected to go to prison. A respectable lawyer from an honourable family.

“Yeah” you said, reading his expression. “Money laundering... got three years inside.” You looked down at th ground, for some reason ashamed of your partners illegal antics which you had absolutely no involvement in.

“And you didn’t want to wait for him?”

“Nah” your lifted you head to have another drag of your cigarette, as did Michael.

“You know how I feel about criminals.” You joked with a small smile, you were fully aware of what Michael and his family did for a living, and he knew that. A faint grin flashed across his face, giving you his good old, soft ‘shut up’ face as he let out a soft laugh.

“Didn’t expect that” he said, deciding to state the obvious.

“Yeah well he wasn’t as lucky as you lot, he got caught” Another giggle left his lips, you always knew how to make him laugh, he loved that about you.

“No, but seriously... I just saw my chance and took it, you know how I felt about him, I never wanted to leave. Anyway, here I am.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile, imagining how it felt to have to sail off to a new country, leaving everything you ever knew behind to live with a boyfriend you you’d fell out of love with.

His trail of though was broken. “So, what’ve you been upto?” You said solemnly, leaning back against the cold brick wall, preparing yourself for the conversation surrounding his wife.

Michael inhaled on his cigarette, needing to calm his nerves, he knew you had realised who she was when he walked into the Garrison, you weren’t stupid, he could see it in your eyes.

“She’s my wife.” He stated, knowing you’d catch on to who he was talking about.

“Congratulations” you tried to put on your best fake smile.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back, y/n, honestly if I had any ide-”

“Michael... dont. You weren’t to know”

He nodded slightly, clearing his throat. “I still love you, you know” his voice was shy, laced with anticipation and somewhat fear.

“Loving each other was never the problem, mikey” you said softly.

“Yeah but now the problems Gina, and I-”

“Gina” you cut him off, reality hitting you now that you learned his wife’s name. He just looked at you, sadness set deep within his eyes.

“I’d do anything for you y/n, anything to have you back” his voice was barely a whisper as he stepped closer to you. His hand cautiously reaching up to cup your face. You leaned into his palm as you eyes glided shut, a tear escaping. “Look at me, please y/n”

You slowly opened you eyes to see Michaels only inches away, now glistening with tears of his own. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, the connection which you had longed to feel for so many years hit you. The butterflies in your stomach, the slight dizzy ness that only Michael ever made you feel. It was all still there.

Despite your hunger for him, you abruptly broke the kiss, stroking his cheek, trying to hold yourself back. “I can’t do this Michael... your happily married” once again leaning into his touch.

“I’m not happy” he said bluntly, shaking his head as if to convince you.

“She is”

“I’m so sorry y/n, for everything” his voice filled with regret.

“Don’t be, please don’t be... Iv got to go Mikey”

And with that, you smoothly escaped his grasp and made your way out onto the street, the biting wind surrounded you once again.

You heard the faint calls of Michael shouting your name as you forced you self to keep walking. Leaving you both with tear stained faces.

Michael would have to go home to his wife, his mind submerged in thoughts of you whilst you lay in an estranged hotel room, drowning in thoughts on Michael.

PartThree.

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Wow, I love so much the pregnancy reaction and I have one request too, if you don’t mind! How would turtles react and how would the deal with mood swings of their pregnant s/o? Like one minute she’s fine, then next she’s becoming all angry and bitchy, and then she bursts out crying and saying something like she would be terrible mum. And all this like in just couple of minutes. Love you! ❤️

omigosh, i'm sorry i got to this late. i really wanted to make it sweet and wholesome.

Leonardo: he knows what he's getting himself into, somewhat prepared. he's still very much surprised when the mood swings kick in but so supportive and understanding. he understand that it's a natural thing so he tries not to take the words to heart. "okay, I got the cookies" his voice rang out and you sat up straight on the couch, excited for the sweet treats. He entered the room, handing you a box of cookies and sat next to you, a sweet smile on his face. "Thanks Leo I-" your eyes looked at the packaging and it wasn't chocolate, he had gotten the raisin ones. "What the fuck Leo! You had one fucking job!" You snapped, placing them back in his hands. His brows scrunched up looking down at his hands then at you. "Oh... I-I'm sorry-" "I sure hope you are!" You stood, his hands quickly helping you straighten up. Then you saw his face, he looked like a kicked puppy. Guilt stirred in the deep of your stomach and you sighed. "I'm sorry Leo, I'm sorry" you turned around and hugged him, burying your head in his shoulder. He let out an amused chuckle, stroking your back gently. "I know, my love" he murmured in your ear before he felt gear drops falling down on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Leo panicked internally, scared you were about to go into labour. "You're gonna be such a great dad and me....I'm gonna be such a terrible mother-" "Don't say that, honey! You're gonna be an amazing mother to our baby" his hand drifted over your bump and you chuckled softly, kissing his cheek. He leaned his head against your shoulder, inhaling your scent. This was exhausting for the most part for both of you but it was gonna be worth it in the end. When your recieved your bundle of joy, your beautiful baby.

Raphael: he's honestly a little scared, doesn't want to say anything in case it angers you further but if you're sobbing in his arms, the cuddly bara in him kicks in, no matter where. lowkey scared of you during the mood swings too. "babe! You shouldn't be out!" Raphael quickly ran to you. He wouldn't be so concerned had you not had a massive fall in the lair, god he was so scared for you and the baby. Luckily both were okay, but he promised himself to protect the baby and you. It was kinda hard to do that...you were pretty damn stubborn. "Why can't you just let me walk around?? I'm not a fucking doll!" You huffed, turning around in his arms. His eyes widened when he heard your frustration, you sounded even angrier than he was, on a bad day! "Sweetheart, I-" he was about to reason with you until he heard a sniffle, freezing when you started to whimper. "Fuck, I'm so sorry I'm gonna be such a bad mom" you sobbed in his shoulder, one hand holding your growing baby bump. "honey, you're gonna be such an awesome mom to our baby. Don't say things like that! We're both so lucky to have you" Raph replied softly but firmly, his finger underneath your chin. His hand drifted over your stomach at that last sentence, making your insides warm and melt at the same time. You slowly nodded, taking a breath leaning against the turtles for a minute or so. "I'm hungry" you said after a couple seconds, casually wiping away tears from your face and padding your way to the kitchen. Raphael paused for a minute, taking a deep sigh out slowly. He couldn't help the chuckle escaping his lips, you never acted like this before. Pregnancy mood swings were a real thing then...

Donatello: knows that mood swings are expected but again, because he's a mutant turtle he's thrown off a little when he sees the mood swings kick in. "So is your work much more important now??" You hissed under your breath from the bed you shared with Donnie who sighed softly, placing a hand on your lap. "I'm sorry darling-" "No you're not, you're just saying that" you rolled your eyes, standing up. "Careful I-" "I got it!" You recoiled away from him and stood, about to leave. He let out another sigh, reaching for you again. "I'm sorry Y/N, I know I should be spending more time with you and the baby but I've been busy building a nursery for it" he smiked softly and you raised a brow. "I'll show you, come" he held your hand, slowly walking to his lab and it was true, he had started to build bassinet for your baby. You gasped softly, choked sobs coming from your throat. "I'm sorry Donnie, I was-" "it's okay, it's fine dove" he hugged you, smoothing down your back. Your tears had slowly reduced, hugging him close to you. "You're gonna be one, hot and awesome father, ya know that?" You chuckled softly, looking at him. "Oh? Well then you'd be one sexy mother..." he smirked, pressing a flurry of kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

Michelangelo: this muffin is a little shook and surprised at how much the mood swings affect you and like raph doesn't say anything that could possibly trigger your anger futher. "does this make me look big?" You asked Mikey who sat on the bed, admiring your form and the baby bump who was significantly big as you entered the last trimester of the pregnancy. It was a big frustration though, your clothes didn't fit you like they did before. "....they look good, baby" Mikey smiled and you narrowed your eyes, a hand on your hip. "Why did you hesitate?" You asked, coming closer. "No I didn't..." "yes you did, just say it straight up! These don't fit me anymore!" You sighed angrily, throwing the jeans on the bed. "We can buy new ones-" "No we can't! I don't wanna but new ones, I just wanna fit into my old ones" you whimpered into your hands, tears falling down. "Doll, don't cry-" "I don't like this, I don't like this anymore" you cried in his arms, making Mikey near to tears at the pain in your voice. "N-no baby don't say that" he tried to laugh, to lessen the sadness in the air. You sighed, placing your head in your hands. "Actually, I'm just tired right now. Night Mikey" and you stood up, brushing yourself off after that small mental breakdown you just have to dive carefully under the covers and sleep. Mikey just stared at you in shock, whether you were messing around or being dead serious.

[mychemicalficrecs]

Any paranormal fics? Like vampires n ghosts n werewolves n that stuff! Any ship is good!

Hi Nonny!

This was a fun ask, there's so much cool stuff you can do with paranormal AUs! I actually have several more vampire and werewolf bookmarks, but I didn't want the list to become too long 😅

Paranormal Elements

Not Like That by orphan_account, Frank/Ray/Gerard/Mikey, 8k, Mature. "Frank's a fairy." "I haven't heard anyone call gay people that in years. You fuck your entire band. We literally have sex every day, Ray, we're both fairies. I'm a fairy, you're a fairy, Mikey's a fairy. Don't single Frank out."

Smokeless Flame of Fire by tabulaxrasa, Frank/Gerard, 21k, Mature. Frank blinked. "What kind of name for a genie is Gerard?"

Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency by jjtaylor, Pennyplainknits, Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Pete, Lindsey/Jamia, Bob/Ray, Spencer/Brendon, 164k, Mature. Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

Paradox 'verse by stoplightglow, Frank/Gerard, 42k, Mature. You know the saying. The best part about hitting rock bottom is that you get to meet a hot psychic.

Headfirst for Halos, P.I. by behindskylines (deanlovessammymorethanpie), Frank/Gerard, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. “For the last time, Gerard,” Ray sighs, because he knows, deep down, that it won’t be, “we’re not ghostbusters.”

Adrift by innocent_wolves, Frank/Gerard, 31k, Explicit. When successful author Gerard Way is forced to do something drastic to spur on his creativity, he decides to move out of the city. He buys an old villa in the small town of Kellmington and is satisfied with that, until he discovers that it’s already inhabited by one of the former residents: a persistent ghost. To have a dead spirit around is certainly not what he paid for, but Gerard soon learns that the ghost has its own story – a story that might lead him to a life-changing plot twist.

Magic Hours by annemari, Frank/Gerard, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. "What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole "turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death" shtick. Also, this guy's not a ghost. So, seriously, what the fuck. "Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is their haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.

All The Wicked Shadows by samanthahirr, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Mature. A favor for his friend Mikey leads Frank to an abandoned building in North Jersey...where Mikey's dark secret is hiding.

Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. There's a little button up at the top of the page, marked "gallery", and Gerard clicks on it. It presents him with a handful of different names, presumably the artists in residence, and he skims down the list until he spots it: Frank Iero (horror/gore, traditional American designs). Iero, Gerard thinks, rolling the name around his head like a rosary bead in his palm. Of course the fucker is Italian, because the world is cruel and Gerard's life is hard. With a deep, tortured sigh, he clicks on Frank's name. In which Frank is a tattoo artist and Gerard is a fearsome and terrifying undead creature of the night. Sort of.

A State Of Orange by gala_apples, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores. Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck. Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

Black Market Blood by autoschediastic, Frank/Gerard, 17k, Explicit. Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.

Let The Darkness Lead You Home by rivers_bend, Frank/Gerard, 49k, Explicit. Vampires are in charge and most of the humans on earth are prey, so Frank Iero's parents have him train as a cyber tech to protect him. Leaving the family he's born into may have saved his life, but his parents never could have expected the lengths he'd go to in order to find a new family to call home.

Blood...It's Everything by gala_apples, Gerard/Mikey, 3k, Explicit. Mikey gets turned into a vampire. Surprisingly little changes.

Release the Bats by Sena, Ray/Mikey, 10k, Mature. Sure, Mikey's a vampire, but Ray's okay with that. He's still Mikey, after all, still Ray's friend, still dorky and sweet and funny and amazing and, yeah. Maybe Ray likes him as more than just a friend.

Strays by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Frank/Gerard, 14k, Explicit. Frank and Gerard's life off-tour is all about grocery shopping and blowjobs and general domestic happiness...until Gerard goes missing, and bloody scraps are all that's left behind. So when a stray dog turns up on Frank's doorstep, can anyone blame him for wanting a little normal back in his life?

Well Tonight, Will It Ever Come? by Dandy Fetish, Bob/Frank/Ray/Gerard/Mikey, 20k, NC-17. Ray didn't ever lie to his band. Not telling them he was a werewolf technically wasn't a lie. Besides, having a werewolf in a rock band is hardly a big deal.

And highways I call home by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Patrick/Mikey, 7k, Mature. When Mikey joins Fall Out Boy on tour for a couple weeks, he finds out all kinds of surprising things about Patrick. That he's a werewolf is pretty low on the list.

can't fight the moonlight by Trojie, Gerard/Pete, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. for no-tags Fall 2019, prompt: Pete/Gerard, long hair club

a scent and a sound by mwestbelle, Frank/Mikey, 15k, Explicit. In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.

[inthebreadbinwrites]

Ambrosia

Hi! This is my @it-secretsanta-2018 gift for @heyspacecadett :) I hope you have a wonderful holiday season ❤ 

Pairing: Stanlon

Words: 1548

Rating: Gen

Mike Hanlon walked across the street to the pretty flower shop, Maturin Flowers, and took a deep breath. He'd moved to Seattle two weeks ago, after his grandfather had died and he sold the farm. His best friend as a teenager, Ben Hanscom, also lived in Seattle and had gotten him an interview at the quaint shop. He walked inside, where a pretty brunette was sitting at the counter and arranging flowers. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"Hi, how can I help you?" She said in a clear, sweet tone.  

"I'm here for an interview with Bill Denbrough. Uh, twelve o' clock." Her face lit up and she scrambled up to shake his hand. 

"You must be Mike then. I'm Audra Phillips. Ben has told us all so much about you." Mike let a small sigh of relief, some of his anxiety fading. 

A man with dark red hair came through. "Hi, are you Mike?" Mike nodded and extended his hand. "I'm Bill, I'll be interviewing you today." He said, shaking Mike's hand. They walked through to a small room with a desk and two chairs either side. Bill sat down and gestured for Mike to do the same.

"So you know Ben?" He asked. Mike eagerly nodded.

"He was my best friend back in Maine, where we grew up. We mostly lost contact when he moved out here for college though. 

"He says you just moved here from Derry. Why did you move?" Bill asked, writing stuff down on a notepad. 

"My parents died when I was younger and I stayed with my grandpa from then. I stayed to look after him and his farm but when he died I decided to come here and sold up." Mike said honestly. 

Bill gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry about that." Mike nodded. "Do you know a lot about flowers?" 

Mike grinned at him. "Yeah. Our farm supplied meat to the local butcher, but I hated that and I needed some extra money. I started growing a huge flower garden and after I made deliveries I would sell bouquets of flowers. I know how to do vast amounts of arrangements and also I can identify most flowers." Bill looked impressed.

"Can you show me some of your arrangements?" When Mike nodded, he led him through to another room filled with hundreds of flowers and a counter. "Go wild." Bill said with a smile. Mike picked out some beautiful roses in different colors and started to arrange them. When he was finished, his bouquet looked spectacular. He handed it to Bill, who gave him a grin. "When can you start?"

Mike smiled at him. "Tomorrow if you want." Bill nodded and they started to discuss details such as salary. Finally, they stood up and walked to the the main bit of the shop. There were several more people now, as well as Audra.

They all turned to stare at him as he walked through. Bill chuckled at his shocked expression. "Don't worry, not everyone works here." he introduced him to Richie, Eddie and Bev. Mike found out that only Eddie, Bev, Bill and another man, Stanley worked at the shop.  Richie, Ben and Audra only hung around the shop because they were dating people who worked there. Richie and Eddie were together, as well as Ben and Bev and Audra and Bill. Mike chatted with them all for a while and then went home, a happy feeling in his chest.

The next day, he woke up bright and early and drove to his new job.  He parked and went into the shop, the smell hitting him on the way in. He whistled a happy tune, walking into the back where the flowers were kept. A man whipped around when he saw him.

"Jesus fuck!" The man swore, obviously getting a fright. He had dirty blond curly hair, and was wearing a mint green button up with some jeans. "Sorry, you scared me. You must be Mike." He walked up to Mike and shook his hand. "I'm Stanley Uris." He gave Mike a shy smile and he felt his stomach flip. 

"It's nice to meet you, Stanley." They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before a loud voice pierced the silence. 

"WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?!" Richie skipped into the room, Eddie following close behind. Stanley rolled his eyes. "Stan the Man, I see you've met Micycle here." He threw an arm around Stan and stage whispered into his ear. "Total eye candy right?" Stan simply punched his arm and Richie went back to Eddie, who gave him a light smack.

After that first encounter, Mike found him working with Stan a lot. Stan knew how to make intricate arrangements which left him amazed. Over the course of the next two months, Mike found himself liking Stan more and more. By that he means he developed  a huge crush. He couldn't help it, Stan matched his personality perfectely. He was smart, funny and sarcastic, not to mention very attractive. 

Mike lamented this to Ben during one of his breaks. Out of all the friends he now had, Mike was still closest to Ben. He and and his childhood best friend were as close as before, if not closer. "I'm pretty sure he feels the same, Mikey." Ben said, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Mike gave him a incredulous look. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you when you're not looking. It's an expression of someone who's whipped." 

Mike paid attention to Stan from there on. He caught on to way Stan looked at him and suddenly, returned feelings didn't seem so unlikely. After a lot of thinking, Mike decided to ask him out. He made a stunning bouquet of Gardenias and attached a note: Go on a date with me? -Mike❤. He knew Stan would understand what the Gardenias meant: secret love, sweet love and joy. He left the bouquet by Stan's car and left for the day. 

When he got to the shop the next day Stan was waiting for him, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Yes. To the date." He said with a smile, passing over the bouquet.

Mike stared at it and grinned. "Ambrosia. Meaning love is reciprocated." He took Stan's hand. "Can I kiss you?" Stan gave a slight nodded and their lips met. They gently kissed, until they heard loud noises coming from the hall.

A week later, after work, Mike took Stanley on their first date. He asked Richie, who said that Stan loved bird watching. They went to a secluded part of the local park, which Mike knew had a lot of birds. He laid out a picnic blanket and they lay down. 

"That's a blue jay." Stan said, passing Mike the binoculars and pointing to a bird in one of the trees. Mike looked at the bird and then passed the binoculars back to Stan, smiling. He looked so relaxed and happy. Their legs were intertwined and Mike had his arm around Stan. 

"You never told me how you met the rest of our friends." Mike said, nestling into him.

"Oh. Richie was my first friend, I met him when I was five. We met Bev when we were nine and it was us three until we got to college. Richie and Eddie started dating, and eventually our two friend groups integrated. We've all been friends ever since." Stanley explained, smiling. Mike told him stories about his childhood with Ben, until it started to get late.

They started to pack up the picnic. Mike looked up and gasped. "Look! It's an apple tree." He gauged the height of the apples. "I'm going to climb up and grab us two for the road." Stan gave him a worried look. 

"Is that a good idea? The branches are pretty high." Mike just kissed his cheek and started climbing. He saw two good looking apples near the top and climbed up higher. He tried grab for them. The branch snapped and he heard Stan scream as he hit the ground. His head swam and when he opened his eyes he found a very worried Stan peering over him. 

"Oh thank fuck. We need to get you to the hospital." Stan helped him up and they drove to the nearest hospital. Mike discovered his leg was broken and he had to get a cast. He had been given a few painkillers and a bed until he was discharged in a few hours. 

Stan came through to the room he was in. "Hey. How are you holding up?" Mike smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Better now you're here." Stan took a seat and kissed his cheek.

"I let the others know what's going on. Sorry our date ended like this." Stan said, frowning. 

Mike squeezed his hand. "Hey, if I get a cute boyfriend out of it, then it's worth it." Stan raised an eyebrow. 

"Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?" Mike gave a nervous nod. "How could I say no to a wounded man." He said with a playful smile. He bent down and kissed Mike.  

Mike had the feeling it would be one of many.

[pikachuvszorua]

FNAF Chapter 4- challenges of the past and the present

After Mike finish his shift, he is greeted by old faces and some new ones.

Mike didn’t know what was going on anymore. Yesterday, he started his job, then Thomas sends a voice message saying these animatronics were going to stuff him into a suit and tells him that there nothing to worry about, he had a panic attack cause of Foxy, almost got caught by Freddy inches away from his face glaring with his white pupils shining in the dark, had a nightmare from the past and was woken up by Darla as she took him to her place; what a night that was.

Mike wanted to go back to sleep but since Darla helped him with his job, he needed to do his end of the deal which was tell her everything that just happened in his job. Honestly Mike tried his best to describe it or even talk but he was too tired. He kept on dozing off even while sitting on the couch. Darla kept poking him using her pen applying pressure of how annoyed she was feeling every time Mike dozed off as she was in the middle of writing his description or asking him a question. If that didn’t work she went to kitchen, grab a couple of ice cubes and sneakily put some inside the back of Mike uniform which slid on his back waking up with a jolt and an angry expression.

“Why do you keep doing that? Why can’t we just do this in the morning when I’m fully awake? Mike grumbled, he needed to sleep so bad now.

“Because” Darla began, huffing her cheeks.

“It’s important to tell me now before you forget; sleeping will just make you forget everything you just saw or at least the important bits.” Mike thought it was impossible to forget after witnessing an event like that.

“Buuuuut…” Darla continued which made Mike look at her with hope of letting him rest for today. “If you tell me what made you freak out when I was calling out to you, I’ll let you rest and we will try again when I’m back from work.” She finished off as she sat back down onto the couch

Mike went silence as he looked away, Darla couldn’t see his face but his expression showed a bit of pain. Darla looked at Mike waiting for the answer He didn’t know what to say, this was the first time in his entire life someone ever asked him about his past. Either way he didn’t like to talk about it, but he did owe her an explanation for all the trouble he had been when he first met her and in the shift.

Mike took a deep breathe then answer her question in one word, a word with made his body shake in fear “Foxy…” Darla eyes stared at him in wonder and in amazement then her expression change to disappointment. “You mean Foxy the pirate right?” Darla said in a sad voice. ‘What other Foxy was she thinking about’ Mike thought but nodded his head. Darla sighed as she flip through the book to stop at a photo stick onto the page. Mike saw the picture and now the fear rose again but not the same from the shift. It was Foxy the pirate looking old and broken, very different from what Mike saw his shift. “Hm?” Darla said now seeing Mike taking a peek at the page of her book, she immediately slammed the book close to make Mike flinch. “I’m sorry, the book is off-limits” Darla shouted out pouting once again, this was making Mike annoyed.

“That photo that was Foxy, where did you find that?” Mike asked, now curious of how she knew so much about the pizzeria.  “…Goodnight Mike” Darla then stood up and quickly walked upstairs without saying another word. Mike wanted to get up and ask her again but his eyelids felt heavy. All Mike could do is sleep and ask her again when he woke up.

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There is a house, Mike knows who lives in this house

There is a room, Mike knows who is in that room

There is a man who is in a fox mask, Mike once knew that man.

He hears repeating knocking on the door; he knows who is knocking on the other side of the door with desperation.

The man pats Mike’s shoulder and laughs, he remembers that laugh, and he hated it.

There is sobbing, he knows who is crying.

He wants to help whoever is crying but he can’t. He can’t move no matter how much he tries.

He has seen this over and over but now something seems different.

Silence now fills this

It’s now is quiet…. Too quiet.

Mike can finally move and makes his way to the door, but is afraid to open it.

He opens the door, the room is filled with darkness but there is someone there.

There are white pupils staring at him, he doesn’t know who those belong to but can’t help it to know he has seen those eyes before. It looked angry.

‘What are you doing here…Don’t you know what you done, Mike?’ it echoed through Mike’s head. It’s voice was raspy but sounded serious ‘Get… Out…’it growled

A chime of a grandfather clock filled Mike’s ears. Mike wanted to run but he was unable to move again but not just the fear of this entity looking at here.

Suddenly it grew taller, even taller than Mike. Its teeth were showing from the dark making Mike eyes widen of what will happen. ‘Get… OUT!!!’

It opened its mouth and jump toward like a lion pouching on its prey as Mike fell from its impact.

And with a thud…

…

...

Mike woke up with in his back “Huh?” Mike looked around to see his body on the cold wooden floor where his right leg was still on the couch.  Mike panted, he was sweat from that dream; No, his nightmare. He notice something odd to realise he was still in Darla’s house, he was still in her house. Mike hadn’t notice the blanket around him, there was a note that was on top of the table, next to the note there was a piece of toast on the plate with a glass of water next to it.

Mike picked up the note and read through it.

Gone to work the dayshift at the pizzeria, there’s some breakfast if you wake up. Lock up the house and bring them back to me either at work or at school as soon as possible.

-  Darla

Mike sighed, this girl really trusts him, and lots of people would take advance of that very quickly. ‘The pizzeria…’ Mike thought ‘she works as the dayshift. But how did she know so much about the animatronics in the night.’ The only idea he could come up with was she used to work as the nightshift. Mike looked around to check what time it is. He saw an old grandfather clock; the sounds from the dream must have come from this. It was 11:03 am; luckily there was no school today and meet with Darla. Mike quickly had his breakfast and folded the blanket up. He locks up the house and made his way to the pizzeria in a hurry. After all she done for him, he forgot to thank her for her assistants and her kindness. Without her he would have been…

Mike wasn’t paying attention, in a cut corner of the road, he bumped into a man causing him to snap out of his daydreaming. Mike saw the pizzeria a few yards away from him, not making contact with the person who he had bumped into, but he did see something else.  From what the man was wearing, he looked like a mechanic. “Sorry” was all Mike could say after passing by him, Mike was focus on the pizzeria, not hearing what the man grumbled out “Sorry isn’t going to save you from your fate Mikey.”

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Mike always wonder whether it was just the universe teaching him a lesson through his own faults, but the situation Mike was facing was just him being an idiot.

Unfortunately, Mike was supposed to meet up the afternoon with the phone guy, but he wasn’t thinking straight and made a scene of himself as he barging into the pizzeria without letting the employee know who he was. What Mike didn’t expect to see is a man in a dark blue security uniform with golden badge on his uniform, with an intimidating expression glaring at Mike, immediately pinned him to the ground before he could say he was part of the nightshift, the man digging his knee into Mike back as he hold Mike arm behind his back, face meeting the carpet. The people voices filled the room now, Mike was going to be in trouble for sure.

“It’s okay ralph, he is the new watchman for the night shift” the familiar voice shouted.  The security man went silent but let’s go of Mike and gets up. Mike is still lies on the floor as someone walks towards Mike and holds out their hand. “Mikey, you okay?” said the voice. That voice, a voice Mike knew too well, someone which he knew long ago. Mike looked up of the source of the voice. A man who was almost the same height as him, with dark brown spike like hair which split to both side as well as his long spiky ponytail and dark brown eyes. “Thomas…” Mike spoke out, this man was Thomas, after years gone by, Thomas had not changed one bit. “I guess this isn’t a good time to say it but, Welcome to Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria” Thomas said, giving his reassuring smiles. At that moment, a question had popped up in Mike’s head.

‘why the hell, am I still working here for….’

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“Alright just the usual nightshift speciality” Thomas said to the cook in the kitchen, meanwhile Mike was leaning on the wall staring at those animatronics acting more kids friendly now. How could someone that is terrifying at night, act all innocent and sweet to the children in the daytime. It was just messed up. Thomas then walked back to Mike.

“So…how was the nightshift Mikey?” Thomas said without thinking. Mike slowly turn his head at Thomas and squinted giving the ‘What the fuck do you think?’ face. “Ah…right…sorry Mikey…but I’m here to tell you it’s always tough on the first day. For me I was full on freaked out, I thought I would die but... Here I am, right?” Thomas forced himself a chuckle but now it was awkward silence between the two. “…U-um ill see if the cook is ready with the special.” Thomas walks away. As for Mike, he continuing observing. There was a lot of children running around and eating pizza. But the one thing that caught his attention was the employee he could see from the sea of children. Darla.

She was encouraging children to play and have fun, making everyone happy. He could also see her smiling, the first ever Mike had seen her smile this much. It felt nice to see someone enjoy their job, it kind of made him envy the cheerful guard, he sort smiled at this. Thomas returned with the drink. “You know we’re we are lucky to have good members here to help us so do remember that” Thomas said to Mike.

Then he gave the drink to him. “It’s a protein smoothie, available to our Nightwatch  and don’t worry this drink is on me, so no need to pay” Mike look at Thomas and then the drink. He took it and took a sip, it wasn’t all that tasty but at least this would bring back the energy he used back in the nightshift.

Thomas then turns back to Mike remembering something” Oh yeah! I think I should have told you of the the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can’t find something, or ….someone, o-on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, I'm not implying that….

Mike just went quiet “Darla said something different from what you explained“

“Wait Darla?” Thomas expression was surprised yet fearful “How-...wait. Don’t tell me….she came to you before you started your job …” Thomas put his face onto his hand. Mike looked up very concerned “..yeah?...why?”. Thomas shook his head looking very upset “I can’t believe she did it again…I don’t know how she knew, where to find you …she already in trouble for today” Thomas said sounding very distressed making. “Is Darla always like this?” Mike said, raised an eyebrow.

“Yes- wait, I mean no! I-It’s complicated Mikey…” Thomas replied rubbing the back of his neck. “I know Darla is a good person but I can’t help but fear her curiosity and reckless acts will led her to bad consequences on herself. Not implying she is in danger, i-I just don’t want her getting fired you know…I wouldn’t forgive myself for letting Leon daughter get fired like that”. Thomas then smiles slightly “Besides, she doing very well at her job, business has been doing great! The kids enjoy this place and come often to the pizzeria, mostly cause of her encouragement, positive attitude and her kindest towards these children. Heh…makes me think they are here for her than the animatronics” Thomas chucked.

Mike looked again at Darla, she was smiling at some doodles from the kids. Mike had a lot of question in mind of Darla and her intentions, there was something she needed to ask at that moment. “Thomas, why don’t you let her work the nightshift, she would be gr-”

“NO” Thomas screamed in total fear as if he had just seen a ghost. The place went quiet, everyone in the building looked at him and Mike, both surprised and shocked especially Darla. Thomas felt the heat rise up looking very embarrassed “M-M-Mikey…let’s just go to the office area for now, this isn’t quite a good place to talk about that”. Mike sighed, he finished up his drink, placed it down on the counter and followed Thomas to the office. What they did not see was Darla checking till they were out of sight before eyeing a certain door. Backstage door.

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“What?! The dayshift guards cannot take the nightshift?! That’s fucking bull-”

“Mikey, language please, this is a child friendly place”

“You got to be kidding me…who the hell came up with that”

“I did”

“what- Thomas the f-“

“Language… but in all seriousness Mike, this had to be done” Thomas said in a serious tone the he cleared his throat as if he was going to say a speech. “A few years ago a fellow guard, almost like you. He took the nightshift  in a week and soon was put in dayshift due to…complains..” Thomas coughed clearing his throat. “However what no one expect was that same guard going back to the nightshift duty to help the newer Nightwatch…but we didn’t mind it. It looked like everything was under control so there was nothing to be worried about” Thomas smile slightly “It did went smoothly until…one day…that dayshift guard… well…he didn’t make it…those animatronics..they…

“they stuffed him… right?” Mike said quickly feeling slightly sick in his stomach. Thomas shook his head and took a deep breathe. “Its more worse than that…they attacked him viciously…”Mike eyes widen at what Thomas said. “Back in 1987 with the …older pizzeria they thought he was a criminal as he appeared in both the dayshift and nightshift and because facial recognition was tampered they couldn’t identify him as part of the staff….I had no choice to make sure those who take the dayshift, are fully committed and will permanently stay on that job. We do have older employee who have been long that can take the night shift. “

“But” Thomas said his expression was very serious “If you are thinking of quitting, I have to warn you about paperwork and the terms…but the importantly, you won’t received the money as you didn’t complete your 5 days on the job”

Mike was very quiet. All it meant for Mike was ‘either quit now or stay’

“But, that being said about the dayshift cannot go to nightshift…it doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to keep hanging with Darla, I’ll be honestly I’m hoping two can be good friends to each other. After all it’s good for her to hang with people her age instead of wasting the day here and-” Thomas cut himself off then his  eyes shrink in fear

“Holy muffle tops! I completely forgot about checking on Darla now!”. He yelled in fear

As if on que they heard a familiar voice in the hallways.

“Hey! Let go!” Darla yelled.

“Mr Birch, open the door, dullhead done it again”

Thomas did so, what they saw was Ralph holding Darla by her arm very tightly.

He then pushed her into the room. Darla fell onto the floor then glaring at Ralph looking quite upset.“Oh god…Darla are you okay?!” Thomas said sounding very concern as he helped Darla up.

Ralph scoffed. “I caught her trying to sneak into the backstage room, not the smartest move you been making now”

“I wasn’t going to enter, I wanted to just take a peek! That’s it” Darla responded

“Whatever Dulla, you still in big trouble”

“Stop calling me that, my name is Darla”

“I’ll stop when you finally quit this job, which seem like never at this point” Ralph splat back.

Thomas quickly intervene between the two. “Be nice you two, this is a child friendly business so negativity out and smiles on, alright? Ralph, you can go back to your post, ill handle Darla thank you” Thomas said turning his back on the man and faced Darla.

“You know Mr Birch, the whole reason why she managed to get this far and not get fired, is you being all soft on her” Ralph commented, Thomas didn’t turn to look at Ralph “Ralph…please… go back to your post” Thomas repeated, still making no eye contact on the guy.

“I’m just saying Mr Birch, we all would be better off with no curious dullheads around, especially one that should know their place by now…”Ralph replied with a monotone voice as he leaved all three of the workers there.

Mike grunted “what a Jackass”. Darla sort of smile then quickly turns into frowned. “I would agree with you, but he not a bad guy, he just doing his job.”  

Thomas clears his throat, catching Mike and Darla attention“ Anyways, Mike you can go for today, but do call me if you aren’t taking the nightshift, other than that, continue with the usual” Mike nodded. “And as for you young lady, I’m afraid to say you have the day off from today and for tomorrow. But first, you and I are having a little chat” Thomas said in a serious dad like tone, crossing his arm and looking at her. Darla groaned pouting slightly while Mike couldn’t help but laugh from this, showing his rare smile towards someone like Darla. “I’ll see you later Darla, good luck” Mike waved, Darla waved back sighing, for she knew what Thomas was going to speak to her about….

Mike exited out of pizzeria and was about to head home until a voice caught his attention “So are you going to chicken out and just quit Mr schmidt” Mike turn to face Ralph again, mike was slowly boiling with anger now, this guy was getting his last nerve. “What makes you think, I’ll-” Mike was cut off by Ralph “Would you rather live than get stuffed into those suit and die?” He asked. Mike went silent both in fear and in shock, Mike just asked him one question “How much do you know?”. Ralph shakes his head then walked up till he was face to face with him.

“More than enough for me to say, this place is the definition of a nightmare”

[stateofloveandnegan]

Don’t Cry - Eddie Vedder

Could you maybe write an Eddie one shot where he’s all stressed and upset and you find him crying and you just sit there and soothe him comforting because he’s upset he’s not good enough for you

Fuuuuck, why can I only write such short stories lately?! I’m sorry...

I actually don’t like how I wrote this, but I also think it’s kinda cute? I just hope it’s up to your wishes and I promise I’ll try to get back on track with the stories. I’ll try to make them better again :)

Requested by: anon

Eddie and the guys had just come back from tour. Tonight will be another show, a ‘we’re back in Seattle’ kinda thing. I’m so happy for them to have come so far already and I can’t wait to see them again.

They needed some time to unload everything and Eddie said he’d call me when he was free to meet up. The call just never came. Hours went by and Eddie still hadn’t called. At first I thought he just needed more time than expected, but now I’m pretty sure he either forgot, or he doesn’t want to see me. The latter just doesn’t make sense, he would’ve said something before if there was a problem. We’ve been together for almost a year now and we’ve never had any real problems, if there was something that bothered one of us, we would speak up about it and talk it out.

Another 30 minutes pass before I decide to call Ed myself, but he doesn’t answer. It’s a good thing I know where their PJ-homebase is, ‘cause I decide to go over to them. It takes me 15 minutes to reach the small garage they always store their stuff, but there’s no one to be seen. I figure they’re already at the venue for the show, so I head over to it.

“Jeff! Hey, how are you?” I say when I finally see one of the guys. Jeff turns and greets me with his usual smile. “Hey (Y/N), I’m good thanks! A bit tired, but nothing I couldn’t handle. How are you? I haven’t seen you for ages!” he says and hugs me.

I tell him I’m going fine, not mentioning my concern about Eddie. We talk for a bit longer, but he eventually needs to leave for his soundcheck. The evening drags by and in the mean time I’ve spoken to Stone, Dave and Mike as well. Eddie is still nowhere to be seen. I grow more concerned about him every second and when I ask the other guys about Ed, they tell me he’s backstage preparing for the show, not showing any sign of concern. I suppose it’s just me being overdramatic.

The first time I steal a glance of Eddie is when he’s on stage, but his usual wild behaviour isn’t there with him. He still rocks the show, but something’s missing. It’s like he’s not himself, as if something’s bothering him.

“Mikey, have you seen Ed?” I ask Mike after the show. I got backstage just before the end of the show, to prevent being trapped inside a huge mosh pit of sweat and alcohol. Also because I really want to see Eddie and talk to him.

Mike shrugs and leaves me be. I look around for a bit but once again, Eddie’s nowhere to be seen. When I ask the others, they don’t know either.

Something is definitely wrong. Eddie is always so energetic after a show and he never disappears just like that.

I notice a hall with multiple doors at each side. Each door has a small plate next to it with a name written on it. I cross two rooms, the plates saying ‘Stone Gossard’ and ‘Jeff Ament’ and when I reach the third door I see my boyfriend’s name written on the board.

I knock on the door, but I get no answer. “Ed, you in there?” I ask, but once again, no answer.

A few minutes later I realise the door is unlocked and I slowly move to open the door. “Ed?” I ask quietly, I get no response, but I do get a sign of life. I hear someone sniffing and sobbing quietly. When I reach the part of the room where the sound comes from I’m shocked to see Eddie crying. I’ve never seen him cry and it honestly breaks me to see him like this. Especially right now, he should be happy! He just got back from an amazing tour and did a great job at tonight’s show.

I rush over to him and sit next to him on the sofa. He has his face in his hands and leans his elbows on his knees. I quickly put my arm around him and slowly rub my hand on his back. “Ed, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?!”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, he just leans into me, his head on my chest. I put my arm completely around him. “Alright, babe, let it all out then. It’s alright, it’s alright to cry.” I tell him soothingly. I know it’s useless to tell someone to stop crying when they are, it’s best to let it all out then.

“Yeah, let it all go Ed. I’m here for you. You can always come to me if there’s something wrong.” I whisper, not daring to talk louder.

I put my hand in his hair and start playing with it, softly running my hand through it. After a while Eddie’s sobs die down and he slowly moves back up to sit straight next to me. When he’s sat up straight, I move my hand up to his face to swipe away the tears left on his face.

“Hey baby,” I say softly, with a small smile, when he finally meets my eyes.

It takes him some effort to smile, but he does it anyway. “Hey,”

I move forward and peck his lips, they taste all salty because of the tears. When I move back, I move my hand upwards to his hair and run my hand through it once again. “I’ve missed you.” I tell him.

Another tear escapes his eyes, “I’ve missed you too, (Y/N), so much.”

“But that’s not why you were crying, was it?” I ask him, with an apologetic smile resting on my face.

He looks down and slowly shakes his head, “I just-” he starts, but doesn’t come much farther.

I lift his face up with my finger on his chin, “You can tell me, you know that right?”

“I know, (Y/N). It’s just that it was all too much for me. All the shows and all, I needed some rest and when I didn’t get it, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m glad to be back, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

His words make me weak in my stomach. I feel bad for him not handling the stress, which I completely understand, but I feel happiness when he tells me he’s glad to be back home, ‘cause that’s what I am: I’m glad he’s home. I’m glad he’s back here with me.

“Oh Ed, I love you. Don’t ever scare me again like that, alright? Not calling when you’re supposed to.. I thought you didn’t want to see me again!”

Finally, Eddie let’s out a chuckle, “Why would you ever think that? I love you, (Y/N). You’re the one that keeps me going. I’m sorry I didn’t call. I was just so stressed and- I don’t know I guess I kind of forgot, I’m so sorry.” He adds the last part with a sad expression on his face.

I brush my thumb against his cheek, “Don’t be, I understand completely. I’ve got so much respect for what you do Ed. I’ve got so much respect for you. I’m just happy you’re alright. And for the record: it’s ok to be not ok sometimes.”

Eddie smiles up at me and kisses me softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Oh you do. You deserve way more than this, actually.” I say, gesturing to myself.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

The broken showers/neighbor is amazing. Could you make at least a part two :) I love your writing, it's so intriguing

Ummmm, yeah why not. First part is here.

The city was alive tonight. People littered the streets andside walk, some swaying drunkenly to their unheard music, some loudlyproclaiming their own opinions, and others just off in their own world. Either waythis was not somewhere Eddie would usually find himself. He was unfamiliar withthis side of town, usually staying away from the bar scene as much as he couldbut here he was, being led by the hottest guy he had ever met, jumping overpiles of vomit and trash.

“Oh you’re going to love this place. It’s a total hole inthe wall set up.” Richie proudly proclaimed, pushing someone out of their wayas they headed down the sidewalk. “My friend owns it, I think you two are goingto get along great.”

Eddie didn’t answer because honestly what could he say? Ifthis guy asked him to jump he would ask how high, if he told him to leap off abridge he wouldn’t even second guess it. His infatuation may be clouding hisjudgment but hell if there was anything that could stop him now.

They eventually make it to a small restaurant, the neon sign reading“Hanlon Diner” and Eddie couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at theestablishment. When Richie had told him it was a hole in the wall, he didn’texpect him to actually mean a literal hole in the wall. The place was so tiny, itlooked like it would only able to hold about twenty guests at once. Richiejumped in front of him, holding the door open and bowing his head dramatically.“My lady.” He jeered, smirking up to his neighbor.

“My anatomy isn’t exactly lady like.” He replied, rollinghis eyes.

“Thank god.” Richie retorted, without missing a beat. Eddiecould feel his face fluster, but he choked down the lump in his throat andwalked through the threshold anyway.

“Well shoot me where I stand.” A voice boomed from the back,“Is that Richie Tozier?”

“Heya Mikey!” Richie cheerfully replied, walking up to thecounter.

The man from the back came forward, looking over to Eddiewith a curious gaze. He looked back to Richie, then back to Eddie, then back toRichie. “Is this a date?” The rather handsome man asked, whipping his hands offon his apron. He extended his hand out to Eddie, offering a toothy grin. “MikeHanlon at your service.”

“Uh. Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak.” The shook hands, Mike’s firmgrip nearly swallowing Eddie’s wimpy one.

“How do you know this kid over here?” He asked, motioning toRichie. “Don’t tell me you’re that dumb ass Calvin Klein model he was supposedto take out tonight.”

“No. I’m his neighbor.” Eddie replied, shrugging of the twisthe felt his stomach at the mention of Richie’s supposed-to-be date. “He used myshower? After that it’s all kind of a blur.”

Mike laughed at the joke, his chuckles were deep andpowerful. Richie smiled over to Eddie, winking at him. This only made Eddiefluster, “Yeah, you’re cool Eddie.” Mike managed between his dying spurts oflaughter, “The usual then?”

“That’d be great.” Richie replied quickly, offering not timefor Eddie to ask what his usual was. With the way Richie looked, Eddie figuredthat he would only be eating wheat grass and rice for dinner, although hewouldn’t complain even if he did.  

They moved to a table in the middle, sitting across from oneanother. Richie adjusted his black shirt, exposing more of his neck line with eachpull. Eddie could feel his body shiver with each tug. “So you do bring all yourdates here?” He found himself asking, unable to watch his sexy ass neighbor practicallytease him. “Or just the ones who listen to your crazy alien theories?”

“Hey those theories are valid. You’re friend apparentlyagrees with me.”

“Yeah well Bill’s be hit in the head one too many times. Ican only imagine what happened to you.” Eddie joked, a smirk curling at the cornerof his lips. It all seemed so simple. Talking to Richie was something that heonly dreamed of, and even in them it wasn’t anything like this. Although intimidatinglyhot, Richie had a certain aura around him that set Eddie at ease.

Richie’s gaze flickered up and he let out an exasperatedgroan. Before Eddie could even ask what was wrong, the door to the restaurantopened and in walked two equally attractive people. One was a tall, slim girlwith fire for hair. She wore fashionable clothes, ones that Eddie had only seenin magazines. The other was a rather lanky man, his clothes primped and pristine,his curly hair fell onto his face like feathers and it seemed that his legswent on for days.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” Riche hissed as thetwo drew closer to the table.

The female smiled, her face lightening up with the brillianceshe carried. “Awe, I thought you would be happy to see us Rich, we are yourfriends.” She cooed, glancing over to Eddie. “I’m Beverly Marsh by the way.” Herhand extended and Eddie nervously accepted it, her skin soft to the touch.

“Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie. This is Stan Uris.” Shemotioned to the man beside her, who only nodded in his direction. Eddie feltlike he was going to melt into his chair from embarrassment.

“Why are you here?” Richie bit, narrowing his eyes at them.

“We were in the neighborhood when Mike texted and said youbrought a date to the diner.” Stan replied, an evil smirk playing on his lips. “Wejust had to meet him. It’s not every day Richie Tozier brings someone over tomeet the family.”

“I feel so lost right now.” Eddie confessed, shamefaced byall of the people that surrounded him. He looked over to Richie and frowned,feeling something brew in his stomach. “Do you just hang around beautifulpeople or something, are you like a model?” Richie raised aneyebrow, his mouth gapping slightly opened.

It was Stan who replied, his voice losing the coldness itonce held as he giggled. “Oh, I like him.” He cooed, nudging Beverly in thearm. “I like him a lot.”

“Easy there Stanley.” Beverly whispered, pulling up a chairbeside Eddie. Lightly she adjusted herself so that she was half facing him,half facing Richie. Stan grumbled something under his breath before mirroringher on the other side. “So Eddie, what do you do for a living?”  

“Beverly don’t grill him.” Richie warned, shooting daggersin her direction that she merely waved away.

“I’m a nursing student. I work up at the hospital.”

“Oh, someone with an actual job. That’s a change.” Stanchuckled, and Eddie’s face lit up. “I like him even more!”

 Beverly smirked, “Andyour friends? What are they like?”

Richie groaned, “Why does that even matter?”

“Well.” Eddie hummed, thinking the question over carefully. “There’sBill, he works at a publishing company, although all he seems to publish is hisown books and Ben who is an architect.” There was a shrug from him as headmitted, “I don’t have a lot of friends. I guess you can consider me a loser.”Eddie couldn’t even look at Richie, but he could feel his gaze burning hisskin.

“That’s no way to speak of yourself.” She replied softly, “Youmust be pretty amazing for Richie to bring you here to meet Mike. That makesyou like something of an oddity to us.”

“Why?” Eddie asked, “I bet he gets tons of dates. Look athim.” It had slipped, honestly it did. He could feel himself cringe at his ownwords as they hung in the air between them. Richie only gaped at him, apparentlyat a loss for words.

 “Well, honey, he maydate a lot but there has never been someone special enough to meet us.” Beverlywhispered, patting him on the shoulder. “Although we can see why. You’re prettyawesome Eddie.”

“Hot plates coming through!” Mike’s voice warned as heleaned in to serve Richie and Eddie his food. What was presented to them wasnot wheat grass, but rather a greasy cheeseburger with a side of waffle frieswhich smelled heavenly. “Bev and Stan, yours will be up in a minute.”

“Thanks Mike.” Richie replied in a sarcastic tone. “Thanksfor everything.”

“Anything for you Rich!” He cheerfully said, whistling as heheaded back to the kitchen. His laughter echoed around them.

“Oh fuck you.” Richie groaned, stuffing his face with fries.“I’m sorry about this Eds. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” He muttered, brushing off the awkward feelingunder his skin and smiling. “I like your friends.”

Richie snorted, “Yeah for now.”

[tune-collective]

Artist Spotlight Slimez: Who Is The Man Behind The Goo?

Artist Spotlight Slimez: Who Is The Man Behind The Goo?

Dubstep – A genre that has been a molding point for much of the electronic music world. From its origins to what some decree the evolution into brostep, then to riddim, dubstep has essentially been undefinable as a static genre. Nonetheless, dubstep is where our story begins with Cameron Kush, aka Slimez. The Chigaco born, LA native’s, real ah-ha moment came when leaving school for lunch one day.

“I remember very vividly, my friends and I had left to go get lunch and we were driving in one of my friend’s convertibles and he put on Caspa & Rusko. I remember sitting there and immediately being like, ‘What is this?'”

From his time in early schooling, Cameron had always been around music and theater going to several different academies for theater and music and even starting off his college career at NYU as a musical theater major. But it wasn’t until his sophomore year at NYU that he actually – by lucky circumstance – gained access to CDJ’s.

“I was actually enrolled as a musical theater major through sophomore year, but up after that point they really started to harp on dance and I lost my steam really quickly, so I ended up switching majors. By complete coincidence, it just so happened the roommate I ended up living with after switching majors had a full CDJ/DJM set up, that he never even touched. So I taught myself how to DJ and used them to throw parties.”

In fact, while he was in New York, Slimez wasn’t even “Slimez” yet. His name at the time was “Mischief” a name that took root from the younger days of his emo-pop/rock background.

“Yea looking back on that I was for sure an emo kid. If you search the internet hard enough you can find my first really shitty EP.” For those of you that really want to do some digging, he even provided the name of the EP, ‘The Thornes Inside’

New York gave Cameron a lot of opportunities specifically at Slake, the sister venue of Webster Hall, where he eventually worked his way up after several years of running strategy and business items for the venue. All until eventually Cameron was unexpectedly let go. All in all, it prompted a big life decision for him. After several years working in New York at Webster and 3 years out from producing regularly, Cameron expressed his feelings,

“There was just nothing holding me in New York anymore. I was inspired to be on the grind to make money and work hard in New York, and at that point, my job was my life.”

After much deliberation, Cameron moved back home to LA, but not with DJing on his mind. After graduating top 10% of his class at NYU, Cameron would eventually use his smarts to attempt the LSAT.

“Once I moved back all the real life shit set in and I wasn’t 21/22 anymore. I started really thinking about my life in front of me and I sat down and law was one of the first things that came to my mind becuase I thought I possessed the skill set of a good lawyer, so I ended up taking the LSAT.”

Not only did he take one of the hardest entry exams in most careers to even be admitted to law school but he passed with flying colors – twice. Enough to get into several top 30 schools if he wanted, but Cam’s mind was set on one school, UCLA.

“I only really ever thought about one option for law school and that was UCLA, and my LSAT score just didn’t cut it. I was like 4 or 5 points off.”

This eventually drove Cam to pick producing back up, under a name we all know him as, “Slimez” – but this time as a career. In fact, when asked about the origins of the name, “Slimez” he said it came from a pure business decision.

“This was technically my third re-brand and I wanted a name that could lend itself to a brand or aesthetic that could down the line work itself into a production or a huge arena tour. I just think the name allowed me to have a lot of room to grow into it.”

Slimez preforming at Exchange LA

Fast forward to today and Slimez is coming off a massive opening slot from RARE SoCal 2018 and starting off the opening leg of his “Unleased” tour. When asked about his expectations of touring and what else he has planned for 2018 Slimez simply said,

“Well honestly I expected to be tired all the time, and live in airports – which so far has been nothing but true, but really besides that, I didn’t really know what to expect besides seeing new places, and playing a bunch of heavy dubstep.”

However, to Slimez those new places have been nothing short of amazing.

“I mean, I saw almost all of Boise while I was there. The people were all so nice, and I got a super good reception from people – everyone came out. I had no idea, but Boise really loves to headbang. It’s definitely eye-opening, coming from these big cities [NYC & LA] and seeing just how close some of the people are. I mean in those cities like Boise, it’s the same people at every show. I mean I knew people at shows in New York, but these people were on a family type level and it was amazing to see that.”

On a final note, I wanted to leave by asking what else to expect from Slimez in 2018, and while he couldn’t give exact details on everything, he did leave by saying,

“I have a tune that’s been locked in on the Disciples Roundtable compilation for a while, a collaboration with Mikey Ceaser, I don’t want to give away too much, but I have some huge collabs in the works and a lot of projects that are close to being done. So expect a ton of new music this year. Also tons of new merch as well. I’m stoked for the rest of 2018.”

Currently sitting on a new release via Shadow Phenoix with Blaize called ‘Overkill‘, Slimez is set to bring in March 2018 sitting in the New & Hot Dubstep SoundCloud charts, and with only more releases ahead, Slimez is looking to become the next underwritten heavy hitter of 2018.

For more on Slimez check out his socials:

Facebook│Twitter│SoundCloud│Instagram

  https://tunecollective.com/2018/02/28/slimez-interview/