#and then they move on to go grab a slice of pizza all chill and stuff

[turtleblogatlast]

Do you ever think of how the turtles were so used to their low stakes Saturday Morning Cartoon villain fights that when the Big Bads like the Krang and Shredder came about they got hit with a whiplash of “wtf this isn’t our genre???”

Buncha amateur vigilantes for the most part then one weekend they all hit up the Foot Clan for a fun time with Generational Trauma in Physical Form™️ with a dash of The Looming Threat of the End of the World™️

[eddiesxangel]

1-800-HOT-TO-GO | E.M

Anonymous asked: Can i request a fic where either the reader reveals during a pizza and beers hangout she was a phone sex operator for a brief time and everyone is shocked and one of them jokingly asks if she was any good and she whispers something dirty in their ear and it changes their friendship

Cw: fem!reader, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk 1.7k words

“Come again?”

“I used to work a sex hotline,” you shrug like it was no big deal.

“No way,” Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

You hear Steve and the others giggle around you, also in disbelief.

“Wanna bet?”

“Try me.” He wants to call your bluff because no way in hell did he not know this about you. You always were reserved when it came to talking about sex; you never had you seemed promiscuous.

You hold up your hand to your ear, pretending it is a phone, and Eddie follows your lead.

“Ring ring,” he giggles.

“Hello.” You changed the pitch of your voice to be more sultry.

“Hi,” he smirks.

“Can I get a name, handsome?”

“ Eddie”

“Mmmm, hi, Eddie. I’m Candy.”

“Candy?”

He breaks character, but you don’t.

“the boys say it’s because I’m so sweet.” You fake giggle.

“This is my first time calling. I’m not sure what to do here.”

“That’s okay, I’ll walk you through it… you want to get comfortable for me?”

Eddie looks around the room at the others, who are trying to stifle their giggles. This night was supposed to be chill, with pizza and beers. He wasn’t really sure how you all ended up here.

“I’m comfortable.” He says without actually moving.”

“I wish I could see; you sound so sexy.” You sigh.

Another giggle leaves Eddie’s lips because who is this person who’s taken over your body?

“Yeah? you wish you could see be, Dollface?” Playing into it more.

You lean in to whisper so only he can hear it this time. “oh yeah, big boy; I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me.” You sit back, take a loose tendril, twirl his hair around your finger, and watch Eddie’s eyes widen at what you just said.

“Oh-okay, that’s enough.” He chuckles, trying not to give away how turned on he just got. “I believe you!”

You sit back with a giggle and grab another slice of pizza like nothing just happened.

Everyone looked at you with shock.

Eddie quickly gets up and excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

“What did you say?!” Robin begs.

You shrug in response like it was another day at work… which it has been.

“Damn, is it hot in here?” Steve pops the collar of his shirt.

“You guys need to loosen up, my god.”

While you were still enjoying your pizza, Eddie was having a crisis. Never had he thought of you in that way until moments ago, listening to those filthy words slip from your lips.

“I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me,” your words replayed in his mind while he tried to fight the blood rushing to his stiffening cock.

He can’t go back out there like this. Eddie splashed cold water on his face to try to snap him out of it, but it didn’t help.

A quick rap on the door startles Eddie out of his inner monologue.

“You okay, big boy? You’ve been in there fifteen minutes.” He hears you laugh from the other side.

Had it really been that long?

Eddie’s issue had not been resolved; in fact, it had worsened as he tried to push down the thought of you naked and spread out for him… talking to him like that.

“Yeah-I-uh- just a minute.” Eddie wanted to pull his hair out at how frustrated you had made him.

You were just pals, bubbies, amigos.

You weren’t attractive… were you?

Eddie never thought to look at you in that way; you’re just a friend, always had been, always will be… unless?

The more Eddie thought about it, the more he realized he did think your hair looked really pretty tonight. The way you always did your makeup really brought out your beautiful features…and when he got a whiff of your delicious perfume when you twirled his hair, he thought his.

“You sure?” You try to jiggle the door handle, but it’s locked.

“Shit,” Eddie curses under with breath.

“Come on, Ed, talk to me, please?”

You hear the lock unlatch and watch the doorknob slowly turn as Eddie pokes his head out.

“Hi,” he’s short and sounds a bit out of breath.

“I hope what I said didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Ed saw the worried look in your eyes.

“No! Well, I mean, yes, but…no.”

“Yes, but no?”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. He didn’t see a way out of this. He stepped aside to let you in and shut the door behind you.

“Eddie?” You look up at him.

“Hm?”

His eyes snap to your concerned face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was a big deal! It did it all the time for work; I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. clearly, I overstepped a boundary-“

“You’re not the only one.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie moves his strategically placed hands to reveal the tent formed in his jeans and watches as your face falls into amused shock.

You cup your mouth to stifle an unexpected giggle.

“That’s not the reaction a guy wants when he shows a girl how turned on he is.”

“I’m sorry, I just!-didn’t think?”

“It’s okay. I’m just trying to get rid of it, but it’s not going away.”

“You mean?”

“I’m waiting it out.”

“Oh, ok.” You nod awkwardly.

An awkward silence washes over the both of you as you try so hard not to stare at his crotch.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask for your help if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Ok…”

Another very uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, trying to do everything in your power so as not to look down.

“I um… I guess I’ll just.” You point to the door that he’s blocking.

“Uh. Ok,” he nods and steps to the side.

You close the door behind you but don’t leave. You lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the evening.

Why did the thought of turning Eddie on excite you? He’s a friend. Just a friend. I always had and always will be.

With a deep breath, you go to push yourself up off the door, but before you’re able to, you hear your name being moaned from the other side of the door.

You froze. You knew you should move, but your feet were locked in place. More heavy breaths and the sound of muffled moans seeped from under the door gap, and you pressed your ear to the door.

Eddie was jerking off because of you… and you liked it?

Eddie bit back screaming your name as he finally released himself into the bathroom tissue. Finally, he could return to rejoin everyone without being physically uncomfortable.

He discarded his release, tucked himself back in, washed his hands, and unlocked the door, but he was ambushed when you fell onto him when he went to open the door.

You let out a squeak as you lost your balance, falling into Eddie as the door was opened from under you.

“Woah,” Eddie catches you before you’re able to fall. His rage hands wrap around your biceps, gripping tightly to brace your fall.

“Were you spying on me?”

“Oh god, sorry” you’re so embarrassed. The whole evening has been one shit show. You scramble to find your fitting to create space between you and Eddie.

“You were spying on me!”

“Shhhhh! Keep your voice down.”

“You totally were spying on me!” He accused.

“You’re the one who moaned my name!” You defend.

Eddie’s cheeks reddened.

“You’re the one who said all those… things!” his hands flailed.

“You’re the one who egged it on!”

“So!”

“So?”

“Yeah, so!”

“Woah, guys, what’s going on here?” Steve pops his head around the corner.

“Nothing,” you both glare.

“Ohhhhhkayyyyyyyy,” Steve turns a heel and walks back to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Eddie,” you sigh, “I don’t want to argue. This is dumb, and we can pretend it never happened.”

“We could, but I gotta know.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you like it?” He took a step closer, filling the gap between you.

“What?” You look up at him.

“I asked if you like listening to me?” he brushed your hair behind your shoulder.

You gulp, not expecting Eddie’s demeanour to switch on a dime.

“I… I don’t know?”

“I think you did, and you’re too scared to admit it.” You can smell him. He is so close to you.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You watch as he leans in closer.

“Just trust me.” His hands find the back of your neck, pulling you close.

“Eddie?”

“Let me try something.”

“Kay,” you whisper.

Eddie’s lips graze yours ever so lightly before he presses them fully.

A million and one thoughts run through your mind as Eddie kisses you.

You blame the cheap beer for letting this happen. You blame the beer for liking it. You blame the beer for kissing him back. You blame the beer for the tongue slip and the beer for how you wanted to moan when he pulled away.

“Woah”

“Yea woah,” you repeated dumbly.

“um… did you like it?”

“Yeah… did you?”

“Yeah.”

“cool… now what?”

“go out with me,” Eddie states confidently.

“Like a date?”

“what else would it be?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know?” You shrug, embarrassed that Eddie is getting you all flustered.

“You’re cute when you don’t know what to say.” He smirks.

“I’m cute?” You never thought hearing Eddie say those words would send butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

Eddie doesn’t answer verbally; he leans in to kiss you again to confirm his statement.

“We should get back to the others.” You sigh as you pull away.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“You didn’t ask me anything.”

“Yes, I did. I asked you out.”

“No, you said go out with me. That’s a statement, not a question.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” Yes, you were totally messing with him.

“Will you go out on a date with me?”

“Just say yes! You’ve been gone for half an hour!” You hear Robin yell from the living room.

“Robin!” You hear Steve scold.

“What?”

You can’t help but laugh and can’t believe the next world’s coming out of your mouth.

“Okay, I’ll go out with you, Eddie.”

[thathastagbiotch]

Run away

•Donatello x fugitive/on the run from the law! reader

•Romantic :D

•What if……vigilante meets cute thief?

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Oh no. See, you were currently being hunted by the police for stealing stuff from target. Why target? That’s literally the worst store to rob from, it’s been proven. Why couldn’t you think?

Moving on, you decided that the best tactic was to stay underground. Just for a while. Dress yourself up undercover until it blows over.

The police were hot on your trail. What target item requires this much security? Like genuinely, why are the police chasing you? That’s so stupid.

You hid in an alley. You quickly changed from your black suit(hey, what’s the point of stealing if you’re not looking slutty doing ur?) into a fluffy pink dress with a wave of your hand, and tied your hair into a ponytail.

Oh yeah, did I mention you’re a mutant? Well, kind of. You got caught in a radioactive nuclear blast that resulted in you getting random pink splotches on your body(work with me here, I’m just spitballing) and some cool powers. You were like, Eleven, but more badass.

The police were searching the block, looking for you. Seriously, what did you steal? You just stole a cool looking figurine from the back of the target supply room that was held in a glass box. No biggie. Nonetheless, you needed to hide, and fast. You quickly used your powers to move a manhole cover, and climbed down into the sewers.

Wow. You have been reduced to this. A rat. A pink, thief, rich, rat. Not a desirable outcome, I must admit. Nonetheless, you could back this. It’s got lots of space, a bunch of exits, and it’s stealthy.

Eh, who are you kidding? You’re in the fucking sewers. It’s the pits. It’s where all the dumped human feces go. And you’ve gotta chill here for the next, what, month?

You wandered around. Some many twists and turns, so many different ways to go and get lost. You began to map out everything in your little pocket sketchbook. Atleast you wouldn’t get lost.

Anywa- wait. Is that…..sounds? Like a Lou Jitsu movie? Le gasp! Lou Jitsu is like, the greatest action hero of all time! Whatever was going on, you had to check it out.

When you reached the sound, you found out that someone had made a home in the sewers. With a bed. And a tv. And FOOD! God, you were hungry. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak in, grab some food, and leave, right? You’ve been reduced to common thief anyway, might as well.

So you teleported in. You looked through the kitchen till you spotted something. Something glorious. A box of pizza. You quickly reached in to grab a slice when ‘knocks down entire pile of pots and pans cutely’.

So much for inconspicuous..

Whatever. You quickly grabbed the pizza and began to eat silently. Not your idea of a perfect Sunday, but it’s cool. Suddenly, you heard someone come around the corner.

“Raph, I’m telling you, there’s no one in the kitche-“

What the hell is that? Is-is that a fucking mutant turtle? Sorry, turtles?

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“

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Hehe. You like? Took three days.

Part 1(ur here), Part two

[gourjenous]

Roommate Revelations || l.haechan

You had no idea what living with Haechan would really be like. At first, you thought it would be a relatively smooth transition. You’d known him for a while through mutual friends, and when you needed to move to the city for a new job, he was quick to offer you a room in his apartment. It seemed like a win-win situation—financially reasonable, plus you got along well with Haechan, so there shouldn’t have been any issues.

When you first moved in, everything seemed perfect. Haechan’s energy was contagious, filling the apartment with laughter, music, and late-night conversations that would last until the early morning. He was easy to talk to, always knew how to lighten the mood, and had a knack for making every situation feel fun. Whether it was going grocery shopping or binge-watching a random show on Netflix, being around Haechan made everything more enjoyable. He was, in a word, comfortable.

But comfort can be deceptive.

It didn’t take long for something to shift. Living with someone as outgoing and magnetic as Haechan had its challenges, but it wasn’t the typical roommate disagreements that got to you. No, the problem wasn’t Haechan’s habits or his loud music. The problem was something entirely different—something that started with the way your heart would skip a beat whenever he sat next to you on the couch or how your stomach would flip when his laugh filled the room. You tried to brush it off at first. After all, Haechan was known for his playful personality, always teasing everyone around him, always a bit flirty. It was just part of who he was.

At least, that’s what you told yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the harder it became to ignore the growing feelings inside you.

It was a Friday night when things started to change, when the lines between friendship and something more began to blur.

You had come home from a long day at work, exhausted but looking forward to a relaxing evening. As you opened the door to the apartment, the familiar sound of Haechan’s laughter echoed from the living room. He was lounging on the couch, watching something on TV when he spotted you.

"Hey, you’re home!" he said brightly, flashing that signature smile that always seemed to make your heart flutter. "I was about to order some food. You hungry?"

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door, already feeling the tension of the day begin to melt away. "Yeah, starving actually. What are you thinking?"

"Pizza?" Haechan offered, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his delivery app. "We could do extra cheese. I know that’s your thing."

You smiled, touched by the fact that he remembered such a small detail. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

As Haechan placed the order, you sank onto the couch next to him. Your leg brushed against his, and the warmth of his body sent an unexpected shiver up your spine. It was a subtle touch, one that normally wouldn’t have meant much, but tonight it felt... different.

"You okay?" Haechan asked, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the weird feeling. "Yeah, just tired."

He nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Rough day?"

"Rough week," you corrected, leaning back against the couch cushions.

"Well," he said, shifting slightly so that he was sitting closer to you, his knee now resting against yours. "Pizza and a movie will fix that. We can watch something dumb and chill out."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. Haechan always had a way of making you feel better, even if it was just with simple things like watching a ridiculous movie or ordering food. The two of you quickly fell into your usual rhythm—joking around, making fun of the plot, and just enjoying each other’s company. But tonight, there was an underlying tension that neither of you acknowledged.

When the pizza arrived, you both grabbed slices and settled back into your spots on the couch. Haechan, being his usual self, couldn’t resist making dramatic commentary on the movie, causing you to laugh so hard at times that your sides hurt. Yet in between the laughter, there were moments where you’d catch him looking at you, his gaze lingering a bit too long.

At first, you brushed it off as your imagination. But then it happened again. And again.

You weren’t sure what to make of it. The two of you were close, sure, but you had never thought of Haechan as someone who could return your feelings. He was naturally affectionate, flirty even, but you’d seen him act like that with all of his friends. Why would he treat you any differently?

As the movie went on, you became more aware of the space between you—or rather, the lack of space. Haechan had gradually shifted closer until his leg was fully pressed against yours, his arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than him.

The movie ended, but neither of you made a move to turn off the TV. Haechan was lying on his back now, his head resting on your lap as he scrolled through his phone, completely relaxed.

"You’re quiet tonight," he remarked, glancing up at you with a curious expression. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. How could you explain the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you? How could you admit that being this close to him was making your heart race in ways you didn’t quite understand?

"I’m just tired," you said after a moment, your hand absentmindedly running through his hair.

Haechan hummed in response, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. "You’re a terrible liar, you know."

Your hand froze for a second, your fingers still tangled in his soft hair. "What do you mean?"

He opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly so he could meet your gaze. "I mean, you’re acting weird. You’ve been distant lately. Did I do something?"

His tone was light, but there was a genuine concern in his eyes that made your chest tighten. He was looking at you so intently, waiting for an answer, and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t keep pretending.

"It’s not you," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just... I don’t know. It’s hard to explain."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Hard to explain? Try me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words. "Yeah, I know. It’s just... I’ve been feeling kind of confused lately."

"Confused?" Haechan sat up slightly, shifting so that he was now facing you fully. His expression softened as he studied your face. "About what?"

There it was. The moment you’d been dreading. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing sweaty as the weight of your unspoken feelings pressed down on you.

"About us," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Haechan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his expression a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. "Us?"

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Yeah. I just... I don’t know how to say this without making things weird."

"You’re already making it weird by not saying it," Haechan teased lightly, though there was a gentleness in his voice that put you at ease.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve been feeling... different lately. About you. I don’t know when it started, but it’s been driving me crazy."

Haechan didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at you, his gaze searching your face for some kind of explanation. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he smiled—a soft, almost shy smile that you hadn’t seen from him before.

"Different how?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for a moment, but you knew you couldn’t back out now. "I think I like you. More than just as a roommate. More than just a friend."

There. You said it. The weight of those words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you were terrified of what might come next. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if you had just ruined everything?

But then Haechan did something you didn’t expect. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I was wondering when you’d figure that out," he said softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your breath caught in your throat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he continued, his smile widening, "I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now. I just didn’t know if you’d ever pick up on it."

You blinked, your mind struggling to process his words. "You... you have?"

"Yeah," he said with a small laugh, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "Why do you think I’ve been so flirty with you? I was kind of hoping you’d take the hint."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the tension that had been building between you suddenly melting away. It felt surreal, like the air around you had shifted, and the weight of all your unspoken feelings was finally lifted. You had spent so long doubting yourself, unsure if what you were feeling was real, but now here you were, face to face with the person you hadn’t realized had been feeling the same way all along.

"You’ve been flirting with me this whole time?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Haechan let out a soft laugh, his hands still gently holding your face. "Of course I have. I just didn’t want to freak you out. I thought you’d never notice." His tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes now, something deeper, like he had been holding this back just as much as you had.

"I thought that was just… you," you admitted with a nervous laugh. "You flirt with everyone."

He chuckled again, this time more earnestly. "Okay, yeah, I’m naturally flirty, but this was different. I’ve been dropping hints, like, left and right, and you were just totally oblivious."

You couldn’t help but smile, the anxiety you had been holding onto for so long starting to fade. "I guess I’ve been too scared to see it for what it was."

Haechan’s thumb continued to brush your cheek, the gesture soothing. His voice dropped slightly as he looked at you with a seriousness that you hadn’t seen from him before. "Well, now that we’ve got everything out in the open… what do you want to do about it?"

The question hung between you, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, you didn’t feel the familiar knot of anxiety in your stomach. Instead, there was a warmth—a sense of clarity. You didn’t have to keep questioning what this was or where it was going. You knew now that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

"I think," you said slowly, your heart beating faster as you spoke, "I’d like to see where this goes. If you’re up for that."

Haechan’s smile grew, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "You’re really asking me if I’m up for it? You’re the one who’s been holding out on me this whole time."

You laughed, feeling the tension between you ease even further. "Okay, fair point. I guess I’ve been a little slow on the uptake."

Haechan shifted closer to you, his hands sliding down to rest on your shoulders as he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, does this mean I get to stop pretending like I’m just your annoying roommate and start being something more?"

Your heart pounded at the way he said something more. You nodded, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. "Yeah, I think it does."

He didn’t wait another second. Before you could even process what was happening, Haechan leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips softly against yours. It wasn’t rushed or urgent; it was slow, deliberate, and full of all the emotions that had been building between you for weeks. The world seemed to slow down as you kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging him closer.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, but the atmosphere between you was light—relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders.

"Wow," you breathed out, barely able to process what just happened. "That was…"

"About time?" Haechan finished for you with a cheeky grin.

You laughed, your forehead still pressed to his. "Yeah, about time."

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, caught in a bubble where nothing else mattered. The TV in the background was still humming, the empty pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, and the dim lighting of the apartment cast a soft glow over the both of you.

It was Haechan who finally broke the silence. "So, does this mean we’ll have to tell our friends we’re dating now?" He said it so casually, as if the concept of the two of you dating had been a foregone conclusion all along.

Your stomach did a little flip at the word dating, but it wasn’t fear this time—it was excitement. "I mean, we could… or we could just let them figure it out on their own."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You really want to see how long it takes them to notice?"

You shrugged, grinning. "Hey, if I was this oblivious, maybe they’ll be too."

He let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him as he leaned back against the couch. "You’re such a dork."

"And you’re stuck with me now," you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

Haechan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he kissed the top of your head. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

The days that followed felt surreal, like you had crossed a threshold into something new and exciting. You and Haechan didn’t need to make a big announcement to your friends—slowly, they started to pick up on the changes. The lingering glances, the inside jokes that had always been there but now carried a deeper meaning, the way you seemed to gravitate toward each other more naturally.

Johnny was the first to call you out on it. "So… you and Haechan, huh?" he had asked one day, a sly grin on his face as the two of you grabbed lunch.

You had almost choked on your drink, but Johnny just laughed, clearly having known all along. "Took you guys long enough."

One by one, the rest of your friends started to catch on, and the teasing was relentless. But none of it mattered, because for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at ease with your feelings. Haechan was by your side through it all, as playful and supportive as ever, but now there was an added layer of something deeper between you—something that made every moment feel brighter.

Being with him felt natural, like it was always supposed to be this way. You were still figuring things out, still navigating this new territory of being more than just roommates, but it didn’t feel daunting. It felt exciting. Every day was a new revelation, a new opportunity to discover something else you loved about him.

And as for Haechan? He was just as insufferably cheeky as ever, constantly reminding you that he had been waiting for you to "catch up" to him all this time.

But in those quiet moments, when the teasing stopped and it was just the two of you, Haechan would look at you with that soft, tender expression—the one that told you everything you needed to know. You had crossed the line from roommates to something more, and there was no going back.

Not that you wanted to.

In fact, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.

Because now, with Haechan by your side, everything felt right.

And that’s how the revelation of your true feelings transformed everything—turning a friendship and a simple roommate situation into something so much more meaningful, so much more real. The world was brighter with Haechan in it, and together, you were ready to face whatever came next, side by side.

[cecilysass]

Shine On (4/16)

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Chapter 4: The Art of Profiling

Farrs Corner, Virginia February 20, 2015

The pizza that Fox Mulder ordered isn’t from a pizza place Jackson has ever heard of, like Domino’s or Pizza Hut, but it’s really good anyway. Or at least it tastes good to someone who hasn’t eaten all day. Jackson eats the first piece really quickly, then he grabs for a second without thinking, forgetting his manners. When he realizes what he’s done, he hesitates.

“Go for it,” the older man says, his eyes darting sharply back and forth between the pizza and Jackson’s face. “Eat as much as you want.”

Fox Mulder has been acting much more intense ever since Jackson told him about the red-headed lady.

Jackson’s tired, and he has only barely skimmed the surface of the man’s difficult mind, but he can tell that the guy’s stunned by the news. Fox Mulder’s mind is channeling down a dozen different paths right now: fast, mazelike thoughts, like bobsleds going down tracks. A current of sharp worry running through like a winter chill.

It’s honestly exhausting to try to figure out. Jackson closes off the shine for now, takes another big bite of pizza. This sausage is a little spicy, which is exactly how he likes it.

“I have a lot of questions for you,” Fox Mulder says, his voice low. “I don’t want to overwhelm you. But I … gotta ask some of them.”

Jackson nods reluctantly, his mouth full. He doesn’t feel like answering questions at all. Still, he supposes the more he gets out of the way, the better.

“You said you have visions,” the man says, setting his own piece of pizza down. “Do you have other … abilities?”

Jackson studies him cautiously as he finishes chewing his bite of pizza. He’s not in the habit of discussing what he can do. It’s only really ever been trouble when he has, so he’s almost instinctively secretive about it. But things are different now. And Fox Mulder, well, he seems to know all about this kind of thing.

“Yeah,” Jackson says carefully. “I do.”

The man runs his hand over his mouth. Jackson notices he’s only eaten half of his slice of pizza. Either he’s not hungry, or he’s too distracted.

“You can read thoughts,” Fox Mulder guesses, leaning back, speaking with certainty. He folds his hands in front of him. “You can focus on other people’s thoughts. Not just one person, but several at once.”

Jackson sets his slice of pizza down in shock. “How did you know that?”

“You can move objects, too.”

Jackson blinks at him. “I have been able to do that. Some. I could do it easier when I was little.”

“What else?”

“I can, like, change people’s perceptions. What they see. Not for forever, just for a little while. So, if I, like, need a distraction in class or something, I can make the teacher think someone opened the door and mooned us. Stupid stuff like that.”

Fox Mulder looks undeniably fascinated. “Wow,” he says. “Interesting.” He taps his fingers on the table. Jackson doesn’t have to use his shine to see that the man is thinking this over. “So does that mean you could effectively shapeshift? If you wanted to?”

“Yeah,” admits Jackson. “At least I can make other people think I look like someone else.”

“Huh,” the man says, squinting thoughtfully. He tilts his head, looking at Jackson again. “Are you reading my mind right now?”

“No,” Jackson says honestly.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired,” Jackson says. “It’s work, sometimes. And no offense, but you’re kind of complicated and hard.”

Fox Mulder chuckles. “I don’t know if I should take offense at that or not.”

“I did read your mind earlier,” Jackson confesses. “And the red-haired lady …. she was really easy. I hardly had to try with her at all. It was like her thoughts just flew at me. I was wondering if that was because she was my birth mom. Do you think that could be right?”

The man stares at him blankly, not directly answering. “Her name is Dana Scully.”

“Dana Scully,” repeats Jackson.

“Have you ever heard that name before?”

“No,” Jackson says. “I don’t think so.”

“Did your parents tell you anything about your birth parents? Who they were, where you were from?”

“I don’t think they knew anything about them,” Jackson says. “It was a closed adoption.”

Fox Mulder nods, scratching his chin. “Yeah,” he says. It’s like a cloud of sadness has fallen over him. “Yeah, it would have been.” He fixes Jackson with a curious look. “Do you … have any questions for me? About any of this?”

“Uh. Sure.” Jackson looks around the room, slowly, as if the best question to ask might be scrawled on the walls. The faces peering out of the framed photos draw his attention again, but it’s all so much. He looks away, back at the box of pizza in front of them instead. “Is it… okay if I have another slice, Mr. Mulder?”

The man laughs a little, crossing his arms. “You can just call me Mulder.”

“I think I’m eating more than you, Mulder,” Jackson points out seriously. “It doesn’t seem fair. It’s your pizza.”

“I told you, eat as much as you want.”

Jackson feels like he has been polite enough. He shrugs. “Thanks,” Jackson says, taking another slice.

“Jackson,” Mulder says, watching him eat, his voice suddenly too casual. “Do you have any idea who your birth father is?”

Jackson picks up his piece of pizza and studies it, pulling off a particularly delicious-looking piece of sausage and sampling it. “Well,” he says, through a mouthful, “I’ve got a guess. Based on certain clues. But I don’t know for sure.”

“Clues you’ve read in people’s minds? Or clues you’ve noticed?”

Jackson shrugs again. “Both, I guess.” He gives Mulder a look, raising his eyebrows.

There’s a pause.

“What clues?”

“Well, I’m not stupid,” Jackson says matter-of-factly. “That woman, Dana Scully, was here, fighting with you. Lots of big feelings. Then, the way you’re acting now. Like you think I’m a brand new iPhone and you can’t stop looking at me. And how you seem to know things about me. That’s a bunch of clues.”

Mulder has been sitting with his arms crossed, and he hasn’t moved the entire time Jackson’s been talking. But now Jackson can see a tear sprouting in his eye. It surprises him. Wayne Van De Kamp, his father, would never have cried in front of him. Mulder blots it with his sleeve, and Jackson sees his hands are shaking, too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that so carelessly, kind of flippantly. It’s obviously a big deal to Mulder. Really, truthfully, it’s a big deal to Jackson, too—something he’s wondered about his whole life. But right now he just can’t have everything feel like a big deal all at once. Or he’ll explode or something.

He meets the man’s damp eyes.

“Yeah,” Mulder says roughly, trying to smile. “Okay. A lot of clues.” He pauses, uncrosses his arms, places his hands on the table. “I get the sense you can’t handle a lot more emotional drama right now, Jackson, and I get that, I really do. Believe it or not, I’ve been in that place myself.”

Jackson’s speechless. It’s like the man read his mind, but that’s not possible.

“I just want to say, we can talk about it whenever you want to,” Mulder adds. “No pressure.”

Jackson nods his head up and down, licking his lips nervously.

***

After dinner, they go back into the part of the room with the couch, which is surrounded by all the messy piles of books. Jackson sits on the floor and starts picking up volumes curiously. “The Art of Profiling?” he says. “Is that an art book?”

“No,” Mulder says with a smile, trying to kick piles out of the way. “It’s psychological profiling. Like for criminals.”

“Oh,” Jackson says, making a connection. “Like on Criminal Minds.”

“What’s that? A TV show?”

“Yeah,” Jackson says. “My parents love it. It’s about a team of FBI agents who profile dangerous criminals.” An exciting thought occurs to him. “Wait, is that what you did?”

“Yes,” Mulder says. “No. Kind of. I was a profiler, years and years ago. But then I was put on the X-files, where I investigated cases that had unexplainable, supernatural associations.”

“That’s why you have books like this,” Jackson says. He lifts the book Sasquatch: Diverse Perspectives. “Or this?” Extraterrestrial Abductions Beyond the Media.

“Yeah,” Mulder says, a self-deprecating shrug. “That’s right.”

“That’s badass,” Jackson says, a root of an idea occurring to him. He belatedly realizes his mistake. “I mean, that’s cool. Very cool,” he corrects himself.

“It was badass,” Mulder agrees, seemingly unaffected by Jackson’s profanity. “Although… it could be difficult. We went through a lot, working on the X-files. Scully and me.”

Jackson absorbs this information. “So you and Dana Scully worked together on the X-files. In the F.B.I.. That’s how you knew one another?”

“We were partners,” Mulder says with quiet precision, like this sentence is very important.

They’re just three words—we were partners—but Jackson can tell they tell an entire complicated story the length of a book or more. His shine cries out to be used, but Jackson pushes it aside.

“Mulder,” Jackson says slowly. “Is it a coincidence that you and my birth mom worked on these X-files … and that I have these abilities?”

“No, Jackson,” Mulder says, sighing heavily. “It’s probably not a coincidence.” He sits on the couch, looking down at Jackson still sitting on the floor. “There are things that both of us were exposed to that could have … caused the abilities.”

“But you guys don’t have them yourselves, right?”

“No. Not like you.”

It’s a frustrating answer. “Not like me? Or not at all?”

“Some things I want to wait to talk to you about,” Mulder replies. “Until we’ve had a chance to talk to your mother, too.”

Your mother.

Jackson inhales sharply, the words sending an unexpected shock through him.

“I meant Scully, of course,” Mulder says quickly, noticing his reaction. “I’m sorry.”

“Dana Scully isn’t my mother,” Jackson says with emphasis. “I have a mother.”

“I know.” Mulder’s eyes look impossibly sad. “I’m sorry, Jackson. I know.”

“I’m not looking to replace my parents,” Jackson says tightly. “That’s not why I’m here or what this is about. They’ll always be my parents. I love them.”

Mulder appears to sink further into the couch. “Yeah,” he says. “I can tell you do.”

Jackson looks down quickly at the stack of books again, playing silently with the cover of Criminology Through The Ages. He knows he shouldn’t have gotten angry. He knows Mulder didn’t mean anything by it, and he’s having to struggle with his shine now to keep from sensing any bad feelings or thoughts coming off of Mulder.

It’s just Jackson feels almost disloyal, sitting here talking to this man, learning this information about his birth parents’ lives, when his parents just died. When they probably died because of him.

“Jackson.” Mulder’s voice is kind. “What were they like? Your parents. Do you want to … tell me about them? I don’t know anything about them.”

Jackson pauses, still staring at the book in his hand. “Yeah,” he says. He tries to find the right words. He has to be the person who remembers them, who speaks for them to the world now. “They were … they weren’t anything like me. But they were great.”

Mulder waits patiently, his soft eyes on Jackson. Jackson puts the book back carefully on top of a pile.

“My dad was the shop teacher at Rawlins High School. He was good at woodworking, cabinetry. He was always trying to teach me.”

“Were you good at it, too?”

“No,” Jackson says with a tiny smile. “I was really, really bad at it.”

“Oh yeah?” Mulder echoes the tiny smile.

“I couldn’t cut straight. I forgot to measure,” Jackson says, shaking his head. “I was always disappointing him.”

“Not really,” Mulder guesses softly.

“No,” Jackson agrees, just as softly. “Not really.” He’s quiet, thinking more about his goofy, sweater-vested dad. “He was always cheerful. He thought you should look on the positive side of things, you know? Really into baseball. He coached my Little League team for a while.”

“That’s good,” Mulder says encouragingly. “It’s good to play sports.” He’s quiet, too. “And your mom?”

“Her job was running the church preschool,” Jackson says. “She was always singing. She loved holiday decorations, and to cook and bake.” He feels tears threatening. “She is just … she was a really good mom to me. Like, she hugged me all the time. I acted like I didn’t like it, but I did.”

“I’m glad she did that,” Mulder whispers. “I’m so glad.”

“She was really Christian. Really into church. They both were.”

“You were raised religious?”

“Yeah,” Jackson says. “Lutheran.” He glances at Mulder wryly. “But I was really bad at that, too.”

Mulder returns the look. “I’m not very good at that myself,” he says. “Scully’s religious, in her own way. But I’ve never been … that kind of believer. It’s just never made sense to me”

Something warm blooms in Jackson at being understood in this way. It’s never made sense to him, either.

“What are you good at?” Mulder asks. His tone is gentle, but Jackson’s shine is suddenly alert, suddenly aware of what’s underneath the man’s exterior. Mulder is hungry to know more about him, desperate for any detail. His need is so overwhelming, Jackson closes the door on it quickly.

“I don’t know,” Jackson says casually. “I’m good at math, I guess. Math comes easy to me.”

Mulder’s face lights up. “Scully’s amazing at math.” Looking over at Jackson, he seems to regret his words. His scolding to himself shines through. —stop making everything he says about me and Scully. “Sorry. You’re telling me about yourself.”

“I like to run,” Jackson continues. “I’m pretty fast, and I think I’m a good distance runner. I was thinking maybe I’d try out for the track team in high school.” He pauses. “But I guess I’m not going to high school now.”

“Come on,” Mulder says. “Of course you’re going to high school. Your life isn’t over.”

“I’m most likely going to prison,” Jackson mumbles darkly.

“Nah. Not going to happen.”

“I don’t even know where I’m going to live,” Jackson adds. “Where I’m going to stay tonight.”

“You’re obviously going to stay here tonight,” Mulder insists. “After that, we’ll figure it out.”

The lightning-fast image of a school building with a sign— Farrs Corner High School—and then another fast image, the two of them, Mulder and Jackson, running side by side on a country road, a road that looks a lot like the road right outside the farmhouse. Then almost instantly, more scolding in Mulder’s mind: Way ahead of yourself. Stop it. Haven’t even told Scully. Need to confirm.

“How will we confirm?” Jackson asks quickly. “What does that mean?”

Mulder’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Sorry,” Jackson says. “That was kind of rude of me, probably.”

“I have to remind myself you’re listening,” Mulder says with a small smile.

“I normally try to hide it more,” Jackson says. He stands up, stepping around the books to sit next to Mulder on the couch. “But I mean … what’s the point if you already know, right?”

“I was just thinking that before we introduce you to Scully, we should run DNA,” Mulder says. “Yours against mine. To confirm it.”

“Why?” Jackson says, frowning. “You don’t believe me?”

“Can’t you tell that I believe you?”

Jackson sighs. “Yeah, I think you do.” He kicks out his long legs and leans his head back against the back of the couch. “But like I said, you’re not the easiest.”

“The people that Scully and I used to be involved with,” Mulder says, “were the kind of people who would go to extremes. Even extremes like convincing a kid his birth mother was someone she wasn’t. Like planting ideas into people’s heads. I don’t think you’re lying, but I think it would be smart to know for sure.”

Jackson swings his head to look at Mulder. “Who were these people?”

Mulder regards him with a troubled expression. “I’ll answer that, Jackson. But I think you need to answer this, too: who drove you here? To Virginia?”

“I told you,” Jackson says, folding his arms defensively, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” Mulder’s eyebrows draw together in concern. “It worries me a little. Did the person who drove you ask you not to tell me?”

“Yeah, they did,” Jackson admits. “But I don’t think they’re one of these bad people you’re talking about. They were just trying to help me.”

“But Jackson,” Mulder says urgently, “you need to understand that—”

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” Jackson insists, and his voice sounds younger than he intends. “Please. Just trust me.”

Mulder rubs his temple with one finger. “Okay,” he says simply. “I can do trust.” He leans forward on his forearms. “But still, Jackson, I think we gotta do the DNA test. If you’re not … the person we think you are—and who Scully thinks you are, it would be too hard for her.”

“She’s been wanting to see me that bad?”

Mulder is surprised. “Of course she has. Of course.”

“But it was a closed adoption. Her choice.”

Mulder opens and closes his mouth, again seeming not to know what to say. “Since the second she let you go,” he says, his voice strained, “she’s been wanting to see you again.”

Jackson’s shine pulls in an image then of a baby in a crib, crying, and then the woman Mulder calls Scully, younger, crying and crying, inconsolable.

It’s all too sad, and Jackson is sad already.

“Okay. DNA test tomorrow then,” Jackson says, shrugging. “No big deal.”

“Great,” Mulder says, standing up. “Now I thought I’d show you where you’ll be sleeping if you want. I’ll have to put sheets on the guest bed first. Maybe you can help me. This place used to be a little more organized when Scully lived here.”

“You have a guest room, huh?” Jackson says. “Fancy.”

“Yeah,” Mulder says in a strange voice. “It’s just an extra bedroom. Small. Not too fancy.”

It was supposed to be your room. In case we got you back somehow. Mulder’s thoughts are suddenly and unexpectedly clear.

“Then I guess I better sleep in it,” Jackson responds flatly, following along behind him.

***

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N:Yayyy first time writing Stardew fics AND an x reader, so this should be interesting lmao. If you liked this lemme know so I can do more like this in the future! This one was written a long time ago ngl, found this in the plethora of my notes app 0-0 banner art isn't mine!! The one on the left belongs to the amazing @cat-terpillar Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): A little angst I guess, it has a fluffy ending, one sided love (for now), reader and Robin are besties lmao, strangers(?) to sorta friends, Sebastian’s kinda mean, Reader is a s i m p, reader is referred to with feminine attributes.

Pairing(s): Sebastian x F!Reader

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You were finally moving to Stardew Valley! Your late grandpa had given his farm to you, in hopes you’d carry on the legacy. He knew you were always fascinated by the farm life. But there was something that intrigued you more than that. After settling in, you decided to walk around the town and introduce yourself to the villagers. There were daffodils growing around your farm, and you prepared them, a gift for your new community members. There were many of them, and they all seemed to love you. There was Pierre, and Emily, and Alex, and so many others. But one caught your attention the most. Robin’s son, Sebastian. He was around your age, but unlike the other villagers, he rejected every single gift you gave him. Daffodils, summer spangles, fairy roses, everything. He just gave you that same bone chilling look of distaste and annoyance. And it made your heart feel heavy. You didn’t know why you were trying so hard to win his affection. He was just another villager. Right? But there was something in his raven hair, and glittering eyes that drew you to him. You chided yourself constantly, knowing it was just a small crush, and that it would go away. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Deep down, you knew you loved him, and that you wanted to give him the world, even though he didn’t feel like he deserved it. But it was hopeless. He hated you, and thought you were a nuisance. But your heart still yearned and fantasized about the gloomy boy reciprocating your love. 

It was pointless. His beautiful dark eyes always glinted with annoyance whenever you approached him and eventually you resigned to your farm work, and tried to focus on your crops and livestock. But Sebastian was always on your mind. 

One day, when you had gathered enough gold and acquired enough supplies, you went to the mountains, to purchase a house upgrade. You were anxious, half hoping to run into Sebastian, and half not. The boy in question also wanted to see you. No matter how much you annoyed him, your abrupt disappearance left him disgruntled and confused. He felt… empty without your constant nagging. It was strange and the feeling was foreign to him. But he brushed it off, and trudged upstairs to grab a slice of pizza from the fridge. But he froze when he saw you, at his mom’s desk, where she offered upgrades and additions to houses or farm buildings. Startled, he wondered if some supernatural being was reading his thoughts, considering you were previously on his mind.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He spluttered, embarrassed and a bit angry, due to your withdrawal.

You stand there, speechless, not only because he actually initiated conversation with you for once, but because he seemed hurt. His beautiful eyes spoke volumes. Did he… miss you? No, of course not.

“I was uh…” You didn’t know what to say.

Robin cut in. “She’s just buying a house upgrade, leave her alone Sebby.” She rolls her eyes.

Sebastian scoffs, and grabs his pizza slice, disappearing into the basement where he practically hibernated.

Turning back to Robin, you flush, noticing the smirk on her face.

“You want to impress Sebastian? Here. It’s a recipe for Pumpkin Soup.” She takes out a scrap piece of paper, writing a neat and detailed recipe for you. “He loves this stuff. I can tell you’ve taken a liking to him. And thank Yoba you do. That boy needs to get a girlfriend. Sitting around in the basement all day…” sighing, Robin hands the paper to you. 

Your eyes widen, in shock. “How did you- I can’t-“ 

Robin chuckles. “Just say thank you. Fall’s around the corner. Grow some pumpkins in time for his birthday.” her sly grin fades into a wistful smile. “Sebby‘s been taking my marriage with Demetrius harshly… he’s a good kid, I just wish he’d explore the world a little more. After he lost his father… he just wasn’t the same.”

You stand there, your heart heavy. You never knew he had suffered this much… It made you feel even worse.

“I-I’m so sorry…” you murmur.

Robin rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. “Sorry to ruin the mood… I’m just saying, you’re an amazing girl. And I just want the best for my son.” She smiles and takes your hands. “Now go get your man!”

Your grin matches hers and you dash out of the Carpenter’s shop and down into town square. Luckily, it was early enough that Pierre’s hadn’t closed, and you purchased a batch of pumpkin seeds. Rushing home, you till the soil around your home and tenderly plant your seeds, watering the soon to be pumpkins, and ensuring your scarecrow would guard them with its life. 

You were determined to give Sebastian everything he wanted and more. You wanted to give him the world. It broke your heart that he suffered so much, and you hated the fact that he was still suffering to this day, his dysfunctional family a reminder of what he had lost.

But you had to start slow. And this pumpkin soup was the answer. With Robin’s words giving you a boost, you powered through the painstakingly slow growth of your crops, trying to keep your impatience at bay. And finally, after days and days of waiting, watering, and teasing from Robin, a healthy patch of pumpkins was grown in front of your eyes. 

Your heart swelled with pride, as you ran your fingertips over the smooth and bumpy surface of the bright orange pumpkin you brought inside. It was perfect, the shape, the size. Fall was almost over, winter only a week away. You updated Robin that day, dropping off a package of goat cheese for her birthday. You both had grown close as well, as she had always looked out for you, ever since day one.

That night, you heated up your stovetop, your pan bubbling with water. You cut up your fresh pumpkin, the scent of spices and the feeling of home wafted through the air. 

It made you miss you family, and the fun you’d have in the kitchen with them. When was the last time you cooked, two years ago? Packing the soup in an insulated container, you kept it in your fridge, and awaited the day you’d finally give it to the boy that stole your heart.

Winter rolled around, your farm barren with no crops to grow and all your livestock contained in their homes. Munching on a crystal fruit you foraged, you sat on the couch, watching re-runs of the Queen of Sauce. After making pumpkin soup for the first time, the world of cuisine seemed much more interesting to you.

You really had nothing to do, with no crops to grow, no livestock to feed because of the new auto-feeder Robin installed, and no fruits to forage because you already has chests full of them. Clint had your pickaxe for an upgrade, so no mining either. Leaving you with one last option. 

You trudged outside, feeling the crunch of snow under your boots and reach at clumps of trees that infested your farm. Sure, having a large supply of trees was good, but you hadn’t tended to it for a while, so it spread to every corner of your farm. You hefted your axe and sighed. Better to keep yourself busy than let your mind fantasize more than you already had. 

You really were obsessed, huh?

Your heart was giddy with excitement, thumping precariously as you went to bed that night. Soon, the boy you loved might actually not hate you after all. Still, it hurt that you had to try so hard. You made it your mission to get him to at least befriend you, but the fact that you dedicated an entire season to make a simple pumpkin soup to make him warm up to you seemed pathetic. But Robin wanted to best for him and frankly, so did you. So you were going to befriend him, and make sure he would never be sad again. Or you’d try, at least.

You woke up that morning, your mind hazy but still as excited as ever. It was 6:30, way too early to visit Sebastian, so you ambled around the farm, checking on your animals and collecting their products, and visiting the little cave where Demetrius had set up a mini farm to occasionally get some products as well. 

You walk back home, and open your fridge, careful to go as slow as possible to the best of your ability to avoid awkward waiting. Grabbing the pumpkin soup, you place it carefully in your backpack. It was 8:10. You made your way through the back woods, where a path to the Carpenter’s Shop was, and you entered the home. Sebastian was in his room, and you decided to wait outside, knowing that you were overstepping your boundaries enough.

You made some light conversation with Robin who was tending to the shop that day, and eventually Sebastian exited his room, extremely surprised to see you standing there, your face beet red. He seemed equally embarrassed, and Robin shooed you both outside, sending a wink your way.

Sitting on the porch, you look at him, drinking in his features when you notice he was already doing the same.

You clear your throat. “I uh… here.” 

Sliding the soup you worked on for so long, over to him, you felt your heart flutter as his pale hands brush yours to take the dish.

“Is this… pumpkin soup?” Sebastian asks in disbelief. “I-I really love this. How did you know?”

You chuckle sheepishly, not wanting to admit all the digging you had to do. 

“I figured I should try something new haha…” You chuckle awkwardly. “I…” your sentence trailing off, your voice caught in your throat.

“Hm?” Sebastian looks over, perplexed. He was opening the container to sniff the smell of pumpkin and spices waft through the chilly winter air. Snowflakes coated his eyelashes and his hair, making him seem even more beautiful, if that was even possible.

“I-I’m sorry… for annoying you so much.” You murmur, a weight of worry, heartsickness, and guilt finally being lifted off your chest.

Sebastian stares at you for a minute, taken aback by your confession.

“I'm sorry too.” His deep voice fills the awkward silence.

“What…?” You whisper, shocked. Why was he apologizing?

“I'm sorry for making you think I hated you." He restates, his voice louder but still embarrassed. "I just...don't do well with new people. I'm sorry, I know you were just trying to be nice."

You stare at your hands, soaking up his words. Sebastian…didn’t hate you?

Silence fills the snowy front yard and you both sit there, with no tension or boundaries between you two. Maybe not friends, not yet. But you weren’t enemies either. Just…acquaintances. 

Sebastian gingerly reaches over to squeeze your hand, and you reciprocate, your heart involuntarily thumping against your ribcage. 

The gesture itself wasn’t intimate, or romantic. It was just a small reassurance to show that he was there. 

And you were fine with that.

In fact, you couldn’t be happier.

[actuallybarb]

softest sweater

pairing: captain rex x gn!reader

warnings: one curse word i think, reader and rex shower together but there’s nothing sexual, ahsoka is sad, there’s literally no plot this is just self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.86k

a/n: i just want it to stop being 104° every day and have a clone trooper to call my own. modern au, i guess, but nothing is specified. i wrote this in, like, an hour, so pls forgive any mistakes

The sleeves of your sweater were pushed up over your elbows as you washed the growing pile of dishes in the sink, watching the rain fall from your kitchen window. Since the window faced your backyard, you didn’t see whoever it was that knocked on your front door. One quick glance through the peephole, though, had you throwing it open.

Ahsoka stood on your front step, completely soaked through. You pulled her into your home, and with the sounds of the storm shut out with the closed door, you could properly hear her choked back sobs.

“‘Soka?”

“Barriss, she—she broke up with me.”

“Oh, baby.” Water be damned, you pulled her into a hug, softly stroking her cold montrals. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

She pulled back and wiped at her eyes, still sniffling. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“I’m glad you came here. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head, water falling off of her. “Raid the closet for something dry, I’ll get you some food.”

She pulled you into another hug and mumbled, “Thank you,” into your chest.

You turned back into the kitchen and set the oven to preheat, then sent a quick message.

She’s with me.

After you put the frozen pizza into the oven and started on some cookie dough, your front door opened again. Heavy footsteps turned into soft ones as boots were taken off by the door to dry, then Rex stepped into your kitchen and wrapped his arms around you, tucking his chin on your shoulder.

You leaned back into him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, giggling when sweater fluff got into his mouth and made him sputter. “Hey.”

“Hey. Cookies?”

“And pizza.“ You looked over your shoulder and kissed his jaw before saying quietly, “Barriss broke up with her. She walked here in the rain.”

“Ah, shit. Poor kid.”

“I’d wait for her to come downstairs before you get changed.”

“Probably a good call.” He moved around you and pulled out the brown sugar and flour and passed both of them to you. “And how was your day?”

“Camrac still hasn’t been fired, so, you know, it wasn’t great.” You grin at his muffled chuckle. “It was fine, nothing unexpected. I’m sure I’ll think of something worthwhile to tell you later.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it.” He took the mixing bowl from your hands and covered the top with a towel, then put it in the fridge to chill. Then he pulled on the oven mitts and carefully removed the pizza from the oven.

Ahsoka appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, wearing one of your softest sweaters and some of Rex’s shorts, rubbing at her eye.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hi Rex.” She walked toward him and tucked herself into his side, his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders. “Is that pizza?”

“And there’s cookie dough in the fridge.” You sliced the pizza and grabbed some plates. “Movie?”

She nodded. “Movie.”

The three of you arranged yourselves on the couch and got lost in the film. When the pizza and cookie dough were gone, Ahsoka’s head ended up in Rex’s lap, and his head ended up on your shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open as the credits started to roll. “I missed it?”

You snickered and kissed his cheek. “That’s why we picked one we’d all seen before.” You glanced down at the Togruta and smiled softly. “Will you carry her upstairs?”

“Yeah, I’ve got her, you go turn down the bed.”

You crouch down to her level and place a warm hand on her shoulder. “‘Soka?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re gonna take you upstairs.” She started to sit up and open her eyes, but you increased the pressure on her shoulder just barely. “Rex will carry you, baby, just lift your head.”

She did as you instructed and Rex lifted her easily, then they followed you up the stairs. You pulled the covers back on the spare bed, then tucked her in when Rex set her down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then you plugged in a soft night light before closing the door.

Rex already had the shower running when you entered the en suite bathroom of your room, and you groaned as the eucalyptus scented steam filled the space. “You spoil me.”

“I treat you exactly the way you deserve.”

You both stripped down and stepped into the shower, grateful once again you installed the overhead shower head when you first moved in.

Rex’s hair was easy to wash, and you had him purring for you as you scratched product into his scalp.

He happily returned the favor.

The rain finally stopped as the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and slipped into bed. Rex, the living furnace, opened his arms and let you curl into him, your head on his chest. He hummed in contentment as he stroked his fingers up and down your back. Your eyes slowly started to close, and you hummed back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Your family, all under one roof, safe and dry and warm.

There’s nothing else you could’ve asked for.

[funfetticandle]

Tmnt reaction to fusing with the reader ——> plot || the reader and the turtle of chose are out at night on a roof date their favorite song starts playing and they start dancing with each other which leads them to fusing together || -🪱anon

hello! thanks for the request! I’m actually kind of biased whether or not I’m proud of this one, but oh well TvT I’m assuming you mean rise, so that’s what I’m going with (apologies if it wasn’t). I take that this was inspired by Steven Universe, which I haven’t watched in literal YEARS, so pardon any small mistakes lmao ;^;

Who: Rise!Tmnt x Gn! Reader

What: Going on a date night with your favourite turtle, you dance the night away… resulting in the two of you taking the phrase “dance together” a little too accurately.

When: after the events of the movie

Warnings: cursing, just basically the turtles being lovey dovey idiots (may be slightly ooc if you’re imagining it with Donnie)

Not proofread so bare with me here-

Dance The Night Away

You let out a small laugh as you felt cool hands cover your eyes, your vision now tinted green. You were chilling in your apartment, your computer open in front of you as you tried to study, but as soon as you heard his voice in your ear, the need to do homework suddenly dissipated.

“Guess who,” he joked quietly. You let out a small hum, tilting your head to the side.

“No idea..” you smiled playfully. “I’m stumped on this one.”

Letting out a chuckle, he lifted his fingers from your face, the bright light of your apartment flooding into your vision. “Come on,” he said, opening your window.

Taking his hand, you stepped out of the small living space, letting the cool air hit your face as you balanced yourself on the small balcony. You watched as he hopped up onto your roof, a grin clear on his face as he stuck his hand out for you to take once again.

Once your fingers enveloped his, he pulled you up gently, causing a startled yelp to race out your throat. “Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, continuing to guide you up the roof.

“Listen, I’m all for figuring out mysteries on my own, but I might need a little help on this one,” you said, carefully walking across the roof. “Whaddya have in store for me today?”

“You’ll see,” he replied, his grip tight on your hand as he spared an excited look back your way. Confusion filled your senses, but as he stopped walking, moving to the left so you could see what he had prepared, you gasped in delight.

A small picnic blanket was draped over the hard surface of the roof, a pizza box open on it and a small lantern placed on the corner. His phone was set down on the blanket, it’s dark screen shining. The moons soft, baby blue light bathed over it all, creating the perfect, romantic illusion.

At your silence, he felt his nerves bundle. “Sorry, do you not like it? The pizza may have gotten cold, so-”

You shushed his rambling, a shy smile on your face as you looked at him. “It’s perfect,” you said softly. “Where did you find the time to do all of this?”

He shrugged, a timid smile on his face. “Just thought you deserved it. Here, come sit,” he said, putting a hand on your back as he plopped down onto the blanket, with you following suit soon after.

Grabbing a slice, you leaned into him, snuggling your head into his plastron. “I don’t think I deserve you,” you muttered softly.

“What utter nonsense,” he replied, leaning the side of his head onto yours. The cars honked as they sped by below you two, and a crowd was bustling with activity. Their words jumbled into each other, conversation mixing with conversation. The silence spread between you and him, creating a quiet atmosphere.

You paused, hearing the faint tune of music waft its way into your ears. You looked up at him, and saw his fingers on his phone, playing your favourite playlist, dedicated just to you.

You let joy flood your features as you recognized the lyrics and rhythm of Cherry Wine by grentperez, echoing in the air. Seeing your reaction, he laughed, standing up and leaning down dramatically, one hand behind his back and the other extended out to you. “May I have this dance?” He asked, cocking his head to one side.

“You may,” you snickered, standing up and grazing your fingers with his. At that, he snatched your wrist and spun you around, an action so sudden you let out a shriek, laughing at his antics.

You two swayed along to the music, happiness evident on both of your guy’s faces, joking and cackling when one of you stepped on each others feet. At one point, you accidentally kicked his shin, in which he squawked girlishly at. This earned a loud wheeze from you, stumbling back as you held your stomach, never ending laughter pouring out of your mouth.

Looking up (big mistake), you gasped playfully as he let out a war cry, charging at you, tackling you so you landed in his arms. He squeezed you tight, chuckling as he twirled around multiple times.

Shouts and giggles from you and him mixed into each other as a sudden, almost euphoric feeling overcame the two of you, your laughter becoming faint as his echoed in your ears. A burst of light took your vision, shaking your senses as strange feelings erupted in your brain. You didn’t quite black out, no, but as you felt your body on the cold, flat roof, you began to have a theory you did.

And why did you feel so sleepy? You groggily opened your eyes, and blinked as the midnight light hit you. As you stood up, you felt even more confused. Why were you barefoot? What was happening?

Wait.

Turning to his phone, still on the mat, you picked it up and went to Camera.

You stared at your appearance.

Then, you screamed.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

He stared in disbelief at what was before him.

“(Name?)” he whispered in a voice that wasn’t quite his.

“Leo?” You shrieked, in the same voice.

Oh shitttttttt

Once the temporary shock wears off, this man is stoked tbh

This is cool! He actually looks human, without a cloaking brooch!

Your guys fusion is human, with your skin colour and hair colour, but with his features and marks. They aren’t red, obviously, but they’re a darker shade of (s/c) to look more natural.

You guys struggle a fuckton while trying to get up to walk

Leo is very used to having his usual gliding stride to walk around, so it’ll kind of look like one of your guy’s leg is having a spasm for a sec lmfao

Once y’all get the hang of it, he wants to have some fun first (take this sexually and I will bite you)

Come on! This is probably the one time he’ll get to fit in! Can you blame him?

You two go to any places that aren’t closed for the night

Luckily, there’s a mall nearby

Y’all steal stuff from there lmfao 💀

Since you don’t have money, nor does he

Anyway, afterwards you two go to Donnie for help back at the lair (after some convincing that you guys aren’t just some random human)

Overall, he had fun

At first, this man refuses to believe it

Pinches himself to see if he’s dreaming

He has to be dreaming, he has to be dreaming-

“OW! Donnie, cut it out!”

Aw shit he isn’t :0

Your guy’s fusion is a turtle mutant, like Donnie

But they do have distinct marks like you do

Moles, birthmarks, etc.

Also the mask is the colour of your shirt

No eyebrows (much to Donnie’s dismay)

It did keep his battle shell, though

You kinda had a moment where u realized how strong Donnie must be to carry and fight with that on

Prepare yourself, because that shit is HEAVY

“You’ll get used to it, don’t worry”

He says as if it’s not your first time carrying fucking 30 pounds on your back

Because he is who he is, he immediately goes back to the lair to unfuse you guys

It takes some time, but it works

Afterwards, he looks into how the hell you two managed to fuse

No mystic magic was involved, so no to that

Maybe something he had on him in the moment-?

WaIt, MaYBe ThE PiZzA wAs pOisOnEd-

“Donnie. Calm down,” you have to remind him for the fourth time this week.

Overall, found it interesting.

Unlike the others, he doesn’t go through that initial shock

this man is STOKED

you have to remind him to turn it down, because you can still hear his thoughts too

It’s just “oh mi gosh! This is so cool! Am I human or a mutant? Will people notice something’s wrong? OH MY GOD IM SO TALL-”

Mikey. Baby boy. Turn it down for christs sake

Your guys fusion is human, with freckles all around the body to represent his markings

Luckily, you guys didn’t get the short end of the straw, because u two turned out tall in the fusion

Thank god lmao (listen I love mikey but he is SO SHORT-)

He isn’t used to having such long legs, so he stumbles a bit but gets used to it (“wow, this must be what raph feels like-”)

Doesn’t exactly go places, just walks around for a bit

That’s really exciting for him too, because he isn’t used to being able to go in crowds

Loves the way you two’s fusion sounds like

Makes random noises to test it out and listen lmao-

Once you two get back to the lair, he wants to test out his skateboarding skills as a human before he sees Donnie

(Plot twist: u two sucked)

Once you and him unfuse, he’s kinda disappointed but knows it’s for the best

Overall, he didn’t mind the whole situation ;)

This poor man is so freaked out

Doesn’t get used to it at. All.

Wants to get unfused right away lmao

Not that he doesn’t like being with you! It’s just a weird sensation to be in a body that isn’t exactly his

Your guys fusion is also human, but like, a really, really tall human

Like, 7’0

They have enlarged hands and feet, to represent Raphs size

But not too big it looks unnatural

Raph doesn’t wanna wander around— just wants to get home

When his brothers ask you two to explain, he’s just this blabbering mess of panic

“We were just on the roof, having fun, and then we both fell asleep, and then woke up in a body that wasn’t ours, then fell over, AND THEN-”

Eventually just hands the mic to you and gives up

While waiting for Donnie to unfuse you two, he kinda just. Sits there.

Let’s you have free reign with the body

Though, I’m not sure you could do much when two of your limbs are limp

Your guys voice is kinda weird

Like, it has your voice’s pitch, but his voice’s roughness

So if you have a really high pitched voice, you’ll just sound like a really threatening anime girl lmfao

Overall, he didn’t like it :/

Bonus

“Wanna try it again?” — Y/N

“HELL YEAH!”

“For educational purposes.”

“Sure!”

“NO- I mean, no thanks, (name).”

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 34 // I’m Going to Bed // Day 22

Contents (Warnings): soft teasing, unwilling vore attempt, character shenanigans, a little tiny sprinkle of angst, more character information, and further monster/magic explanations. (Finally done with Life Festival Day 1, wooo!!).

Wordcount: 4136

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(Oct. 7th Friday)

Zane carried the super large pizza as I bumbled around, knowing good and well the slightest breeze would send me onto the ground.

He set down the pizza on the table. The other, people eaters, were chilling at their own table waiting for us to finish our food and for the boss and Sandra to close up shop, later than the time they agreed upon.

I noticed one of the new girls I was introduced to wasn't around. Beatrice, right? I questioned in my head.

I quickly grabbed a slice as I saw Zane nearly inhale his which was about the size of my forearm. Tila and June were eating it.

Maybe now that I offered them pizza, they’ll tell me what they are? I asked. I now knew Zilla and Zane were mixed with a mimic and naga. Please don't make me think about how that happened. I begged my thoughts. I knew Drake was a vampire beast, Alexander was half and half, Lev was a dragon…Are there different types of dragons? Wait-dang it. He won’t tell me if I ask him! He’d probably give me a counter offer.

I glanced up and across the table. The one known as Elliot slept again. He looked a little less human now with giant clawed hands over his head, and soft little perks for sharp ears.

Should I bother him? What if he does something? No. This is probably the only time I can say something to any of them. I’m safe. Plus, I don’t work on any of their shifts.

“Hey, Elliot-” I called quietly. 

I noticed a twitch at his ears, he lifted his head up and he silently glared with his thistle brown eyes.

“Pizza.” I said, pointing down to it with my free hand. 

He pushed himself up, “thanks.”

And I studied his jaw, it looked like the flesh at his cheeks was missing or replaced with a hollow blackness and I could see his lips as his lips were nonexistent.

He yawned, revealing another row on the inside past the ones that were visible on the outside. I inched back as he crunched through the pizza.

What is he?! He is by far the scariest looking one. 

I felt Zane move toward me again. I pulled my pizza close, “you’re not-” I didn’t let him even get the chance and took my first bite. And immediately looked down at the triple meat. I glared at the other table even though no one was paying attention. 

How can they tell me, people taste better than this!?! I didn’t know if it was due to my hunger, or if the pizza was that good.

I assumed our pizza was phenomenal as I saw repeat customers at least once a week if not more. Understandably so as the crust was crisp and evenly garlic buttered, each bite contained a good chunk of meat and the cheese had that gooey pull that most cheap ones didn’t. 

Maybe I should consider it a blessing that I hadn't tried it until now, because I would have this every day if I could. I said in my head. They should all just eat this instead. 

We finished it off and got ready to head out. Edgar texted the message in the group chat with everyone that were going to meet at Skyler’s Concert. I wondered if Beatrice and Tristan would show up too…

Alexander

He grumbled in his head. I hate being hungry, damn it. I ate that other human for a good three hours. And even after the fight I didn’t waste that much energy…I had Lynette this morning too. He scanned over as he kept her from walking out in the open. 

Alexander forced a gulp. What the hell is going on? He blamed the current atmosphere. There were a bunch of awful smelling monsters around him, so Lynette’s already sweet aroma was vastly more noticeable. 

I need to eat. He thought to himself.

Edgar’s voice called his attention. He didn’t notice Edgar slowed down to walk next to her. Him and Drake have such a lack of presence.

“How are you enjoying your time, Lynette?” 

She chuckled, “oh, it’s very-uh-different.” 

He gave a pleasant smile, “different in a good way I hope! And hopefully Alexander took you to a few fun events, as a good supervisor should.” 

His red hue looked at Alexander playfully. Lev brings humans back all the time, but no, go ahead, punish me, ya old bastard. Alexander squinted at the man in response, though he couldn’t hide his smile.   

“I went to an event and a lot of shops.” She gestured to the backpack, then almost fell back but caught herself and continued, “and by the way that pizza was amazing! Now I think I understand why we have so many customers.”

Edgar gasped, “You’ve never had our pizza after all this time? Dear girl, it’s free for employees! You just need to ask!”

“I-I never got the chance.”

“Why, you have all lunch-” he stopped and heartily chuckled, “ah, right. I always forget. Because unlike the other humans I’ve hired, you continue to remain an excellent, punctual employee.” He tapped at his chest and bowed to her, “and I for one am very glad I hired you.”

Lynette grew embarrassed. “Oh-thanks.” 

Edgar looked back at Alexander with his charming, fatherly smile. “You picked a fine employee.”

“Not on purpose, Edgar.” Alexander mumbled, sheepishly. Edgar came around, patted his back, and gave Alexander a warning with his eyes, “do not eat her today or tomorrow. Or I will punish you.”

Edgar could tell, much like Drake, which annoyed him. He felt relieved when Edgar walked to talk to the others. 

And speaking of Drake, he noticed him eyeing Lynette from behind again. 

He’s just as bad as me, but his dad doesn’t tell him anything. Alexander grumbled as he rolled the thought around in his head. Drake’s usually a lot calmer. Maybe he’s feeling the same insane pull? There’s something just wrong with her right? 

His eyes went ahead to Lev next. However, Lev didn’t notice as he was chatting with Zane. 

“Xander, you’re gonna make me push into one of these buildings.” Lynette said.

He stiffened up, saw he had gravitated closer to her which made her move away. Why does she have to be so small? He asked himself as she had to fully tilt her head up to look at his face.

The constant background chatter and noises captured his attention. “My bad.” He simply replied.

He sealed his lips after and created some distance. Just forget she exists for now. He begged his body as he still couldn't get the thought of how perfectly sized she was out of his head.

…

Lynette

He either scowls or yells at me. I sighed, deciding it was best to ignore it and continued to look over the buildings and circus like tents, each seeming to hold something big inside. Like these monsters. I tried to lighten myself up.

At this point we roaming the events zone once more. There were a few small food areas, but overall it sang with liveliness. Many more masses of species, tall, small, old, and young. And our party finally slowed down at one of the boards. I tried to speed read the English text at the bottom.

Big Event Stations: 

Ronai Concert (Left court stage, Show time: Friday, October 6th 7:45 p.m. til 8:45 p.m.)

End Tilt Concert (Left court stage, Show time: Friday, October 6th 9:00 p.m. til 10:00 p.m.)

Vertical Join (Center Pathian, Show time: All Day Friday, October 6th and Saturday, October 7th)

Magic Bests (Left Tower, Show time: Friday, October 6th 5:15 p.m. til 8:00 p.m.)

Mayhem Maze (Bottom Right Castle, Show time: All Day Friday, October 6th and Saturday, October 7th)

How to Hide (Left Tower, Show time: Friday, October 6th 9:00 p.m. til 11:00 p.m.)

Sweets Party (Center Pink House, Show time: All Day Saturday, October 7th)

Old History (Right Speckled Tent, Show time: Saturday, October 7th 4:00 p.m.)

I couldn’t read anything else, not even the descriptions with each of them as Alexander tugged on the bag.

“Hey!” I exclaimed.

“Everyone’s leaving, keep up, shrimp.”

I pouted, regained my bearings and grumbled following behind him. He wasn't lying, everyone did leave the board. But, I at least wanted to look at more events.

He took me to a stage, Ronai was coming up. I guessed that was the one we were waiting for. I was about to check the time but a few of the crew floated to the woman who sat at the end of the stage, her legs hanging off. And what I assumed were bandmates came up behind her chatting with them as well. I wanted to move closer, but saw someone approaching me.

“Oh, hey, it’s the human from the night crew.” Beatrice said.

I was wondering where she was. She was still in her human form. And then my eyes went to the small little turtle cake she had in her hands. 

“That’s adorable!” I appreciated the detail, it almost looked real except for the cartoony face. 

“And good too.” She said and took a bite out of it. It was filled with whip cream. 

“Where did you get it?” I looked behind her as if it was close. Almost tipping over.

“Sweets House, they’re having a big sweets event tomorrow.” She said in between bites. “She makes a lot of cool looking treats, plus she fills each one with a lot of energy.”

They have food that’s energy filled YET still- I lifted up my finger behind her, “are they still open?”

“Nope, she closed up early to prepare for the event tomorrow.” Beatrice happily ate the last bite. “I’ll be happy to accompany you to get more tomorrow though~” She crouched down to be a little closer to my height, about as tall as Zilla.

“Sure-” I didn’t know what to say to her. “If you’d be willing to show me.”

“Then it’s a date, honey.”

Date? Honey? A friend date, right? I asked in my head, unable to say it outloud as Beatrice’s attention went to the person behind me. 

“Skyler, sweetie.~” Beatrice chirped.

I turned around, face met with her lower abdomen.

She waved to Beatrice with a happy, “yo yo, queen.” She leaned down, looking over my face, closely and I couldn’t back up because of the weight of the bag. “You’re the pizzeria’s new coworker right? Names Skyler,” She said with a wide smile that curled up and opened a little at her cheek, splitting the flesh and showing teeth. 

I stared at it and she put her hand up, backing up, “sorry, my body gets excited very easily.” The corner that split open revealing fell back to normal.

“Y-you’re alright-” I wanted to ask what exactly happened but refrained, “and I’m Lynette.” I offered a hand out of reflex. I couldn't take it back because she went to initiate the handshake back. Even with our clear height difference.

Her hand split open and I jumped back as a tongue came out from in it and licked over my palm.

"Quit it," she muttered holding her hand back, before giving me a quick once over. “Ah, sorry-”

Is her whole body a bunch of mouths in a trench coat? I asked myself.

"There you are, hey, Lynette, and welcome back, Beatrice!” Edgar joined us then gestured up to Skyler while looking at me, “she’s one of the affiliations that do entertainment in our pizzeria." He chuckled, "we had to cancel a month or so before you came along given the whole monster disaster, but her band and a few other groups will be coming back to give our spot entertainment again, next month.”

“O-oh. Cool.” I said. So our pizzeria’s going to be even livelier soon…oh boy. 

“I’ll make sure we give you a nice introduction to our band tonight, Lynette to make up for early!” She said, looking away and then giving me a small wave. 

Beatrice started to walk with her and Edgar. I sighed as the crowd slowly started to pack in. I tried to find Alexander. Stumbling back, I heard a laugh. 

“You’re almost acting like you’ve never had legs before!” June said with a cheerful smile. 

He still had the same color hair as me.

“It’s this giant backpack, my body hurts carrying it.”

June questioned, “oh, did you need some help?”

I wanted to say yes, but even though I couldn’t see Viola, I perfectly imagined her disappointment. “No, it’s a punishment.” One I don’t think I really deserve? Do I? I did call him a dumb…I then shook my head, no, he said I was stupid first! 

“Were you bad?” June asked. 

“A-” The start up of the music scared me. I flicked back away from him seeing the crowd vastly growing. 

“HEY EVERYONE!~” Skyler’s voice boomed over the mic.

June started to jog up, tugging my bag to pull me too. 

“We gotta get a spot with the others!"

…

I met with Alexander and stuck with him for a total of thirty minutes before I lost track of him and the others. The heavy bulk made it hard to move around in the crowd and I couldn’t check my phone. If I took my hands off the straps the backpack would slip off or ruin my balance. I got pushed back and felt someone catch me. 

“Careful, Lynette, you might bump into the wrong being!” He said in a shout. I saw it was Zane on his phone.

“S-sorry!”

He smiled, “just go wait outside of the crowd, you risk getting smushed here!.” He yelled and pointed out.

I agreed, and I wormed my way out between the other monsters, while they danced and sang along with the music.

Upon breaking away from the crowd, everything was clearer. A few stayed back and watched from afar, talking to one another.

"Howdy girly," a lanky all black being being squatted down and gestured with his free hand to the mini fridge with a glass panel he had over his shoulder. "Did you want to get a drink? We have plenty of custom drinks in here to give you some pep in your step or extra strength."

I half expected some kind of threat, and I looked over the choices, "do you have water?"

He opened the fridge and handed me a glass bottle with some clear liquid, its label was "Clearest."

I took out my card and got ready to hold it up.

"No, water's free little missy." He held up his hand, and sprang back up. He tipped his hat back, "if you would like anything else though, I'll be walking around."

I thanked him, holding the water tightly, my other hand on the straps. I saw him go off toward the crowd with his colorful fridge of drinks. I made my way to an empty, smaller table. A lot of them were way too big to be comfortable in.

I stared up, taking a breath, and staring up at the beautiful starry night. Even with the lights below, I could see plenty of the stars. Though, I realized I was tipping too far back and clutched the table quickly. I nearly lost my drink.

I had to lay on the table to keep the bag from dragging me off the bench.

I should text the group chat and tell him where I am.

I brought out my phone, looking over the few messages of nonsense before. I stopped when someone tapped on my typing arm.

"Hey, where's your mark, little human?"

I pulled my arm back. I flipped to the male that was at least eight feet tall. His mouth seemed to match Elliot, except he had a fluffy swishing tail and wolf-like ears on his head.

I smiled, "uh-I don’t have a mark-”

“Why not?” They sat down right next to me. Nearly touching me.

I wanted to scoot over but I was afraid it'd seem rude. “I’m not a giver." I said seeing he had a mark on his own hand like Alexander had earlier. Except it wasn't glowing. “I work for a pizza place that has a stall here-Happy Pizzeria."

Their claws tapped the table, as if they were thinking. I gave a friendly smile, but felt the sweat starting form at my forehead.

“Ah,” He got up from the bench and my phone started to ring. “I guess I’ll find someone else.”

My shoulders slumped. I fumbled to answer it once he walked away and accidentally rejected it. Alexander's going to kill me. I thought as I saw the being with the brown fuzzy trench coat was still behind me. Eyeing me, and once our eyes locked in the mirror, he lurched over to grab me.

He got the backpack and yanked me up. He tried to wrap his arm around my head, but I dropped from the backpack straps. I had to do it so many times in high school when Wicks tried to stop me from walking so fast.

I slipped under the table, clenching my phone, and scrambled to get out from underneath it. They swung it up, and dropped it immediately when I got up. I heard its heavy slam behind me along with the shatter of the glass bottle.

“Stop making this difficult!” The male called. 

I couldn't yell out, the music was too loud and I didn't assume anyone would help me.

I brought my phone out, not able to stop myself as Drake ran out in front of me. He didn't expect me to slam into him, he assumed I'd stop in a panic. I pulled back as his arms were out.

"Alexander's looking for you..." He heard my help, saw my gesture and gasp. I couldn't speak.

The fuzzier being with black fur and horns leaned over us.

Drake moved me behind him when the wolf-like man reached for me. “She’s not a giver.” His tone left calm yet strong.

It made me tense up.

His sour face turned to me, ignoring them, he moved his head in the direction he wanted us to go. "Let's get back to him."

"I'm not scared of you, brat." The being growled. He grabbed Drake who held my arm. Drake let go of me, I wobbled to keep my balance.

Not that it mattered. A few ribbons of fear wrapped around my body, draping over my ears drowning out the music, yet they were thin enough to let the colder breeze in. My body twisted, struggling to run at first, but soon gaining enough traction as I got further away from the situation.

My breath squeaked out, finally. I swayed back and forth and my mind slowly regained its senses hearing the phone I clutched in my hand ringing again.

I answered without reading the name.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Alexander’s growl rumbled from beyond the speaker. 

My lip quivered. I tried to look back. “I-uh-Drake might have got into a fight-”

There was a confused silence, “what?” He snapped out of it. “JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE.”

“I don’t know, uh-” I looked at the stage, “left of the stage.”

I heard a gruff groan, followed by a “STAY THERE.” He hung up.

I didn't want to move, but the speaker sounded so loud. I soon saw Viola, Tila, and Beatrice coming over to me.

“What are you doing here, Lynette? Alexander was-” Viola then got closer and looked at my hands then back to my eyes. “Are you alright?”

My hands trembled. “Y-yeah. They just-oh, right, Drake might not be okay-” What am I doing to these monsters to make them attack me?

“What happened?”

I tried to form a coherent sentence. “Someone grabbed him and for some reason I couldn’t stop myself from running away.” I held my chest. I’m a coward, but he'll be okay, right? What if something happened? My heart blamed me again.

“I guess not everyone can get along.” Beatrice sighed, “would be better if we could.”

“And be under your rule, no thanks! I love my freedom.” Tila moved her arms around. 

I went back in the same direction I came from. As if I could do something, Viola grabbed my wrist. “Did you see anyone hit, Drake?”

I denied it, then realized the bag was gone too. “And you’re bag, I’m sorry-” My overwhelmed and muddled mind felt more for the bag and Drake than my own safety. It had a funny way to cope...

…

Viola worked on calming down Alexander behind me.

“Sorry,” Drake apologized.

At this point the whole crew was together, besides Sandra, Edgar, and Tristan. And as far as I know, no one really mentioned the scenario to them. 

“You shouldn’t apologize.” I said walking beside him in the hotel lobby.

Drake shook his head, “I used my animosity and forgot how it’d affect you.”

“Your animosity?” 

“It’s something certain beings, like me, can do. It creates a pressure around weaker creatures to either make them run or unable to move.” Drake sighed, “I wanted him to back off, not you, it spreads over an area and I don't have control over who I affect in that area.”

I listened to his sheepish tone, and saw he avoided eye contact with me. I nodded, “th-thank you though, I’d rather that than…what might have happened…”

Drake agreed with a half smile, “I suppose.”

Alexander "broke" containment.

“You idiot!” Alexander's voice rose out from behind me. “It’s like you want other monsters to eat you! Why did you go off by yourself!” He pushed between the two of us. Viola couldn’t hold him back. 

“I got pushed away from you and I could barely stand up with the backpack!" I exclaimed, "I was tired, plus I could have gotten crushed by the giants!”

“Then you find and TELL me-!” Alexander snarled. We neared the elevator. “You know how annoying it’d be to get you out of someone's stomach AGAIN?”

I squeaked and hated the thought. “It's worse for me.”

“And you still-” He put his hands out to me then pulled them back and held his head up. “I’ll eat you if I pick you up and shake you.”

“Please don’t.”

He turned his head the opposite direction, “and there you go again, acting all meek and preyish! Stop teasing me!”

“I’M NOT!”

Lev laughed aloud as he held the elevator door for us, “I know, her little squeaks make me hungry too.” He stopped me from going into it. “Are you sure you don’t want to bunk with me tonight?”

“NEVER.” I pulled away, refusing to ride it up with them. “Can’t you guys just stop threatening to eat me!” 

“Nope~” Lev said.

“You’re literally what I eat-”

Zilla pushed me ahead. She wanted to get in and I was in her way, “I gave you the offer to switch with me, Lynette.” 

“Sis!” Zane said, he looked over at me, “she may be the size of a cute teddy bear, but still I’d rather have you." He tapped his chin, "or maybe the three of us?”

“I don’t want to wake up next to a giant of any species.” I went to the corner of the mirrored elevator.

“Aw, Lynette, then you’d be all alone,” Claudia turned and smirked at Tila, “oh wait, Tila’s smaller than you.”

Tila puffed up, her pigtails raised too, “you Fae always act so superior.”

Claudia chuckled, “It's because we are.~”

“I’d offer but I think our room is full enough.” Beatrice remarked. 

They ignored my giant comment.

“Oh, oh! She can stay with us!” June said, clinging onto my arm. His skin touching mine made me shiver. He felt cold and slightly squishy even though he looked normal.

“I don’t need a human in my room.” Elliot said.

You know, touché.

I glanced at Drake who hadn't said anything. Then smiled, “Or, better yet,” I gestured at Alexander, “you can go bunk with Lev and Drake.”

“I don’t have a bed in there.”

“We have a couch,” Lev said before looking at me, “but wouldn’t you get lonely? Any monster could easily sneak in there and gobble you up…” He teased, “oh," excitement fluttered in his irises, "you know, maybe you should sleep in our room, Alexander.”

I rushed out of the elevator, “nevermind, forgot it! I-I don’t-ugh,” I didn’t want to argue anymore. I fumbled to get the keycard from the wallet at the back of my phone. “I'M GOING TO BED. GOODNIGHT."

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Now, imagine this, you're the captain of your own ship, sailing through the stormy sea of life. That ship? It's your schedule, my friend! ADHD scheduling is like charting a course for that ship, helping you steer through the choppy waters of your day with finesse. It's all about figuring out how your unique ADHD brain works and crafting a plan that works with it, not against it.

So, how do we go about this ADHD scheduling business? Well, grab your compass, 'cause we're about to explore the key elements that make this scheduling strategy a game-changer:

The Visual Vibe: Think about it – we ADHD champs are visual creatures. We thrive on colors, patterns, and things that catch our eye. So, start by jazzing up your schedule with some visual flair. Grab those neon sticky notes or fire up that color-coded calendar app. When your schedule looks like a party, you'll be more inclined to join in!

Chunking and Blocking: Imagine you've got a pizza, and you're slicing it into manageable slices. That's what chunking is all about – breaking your day into bite-sized chunks. Then, imagine each chunk is a time block. You set a timer, hustle hard on a task, and then, bam, break time! This method keeps your ADHD brain engaged and ready to conquer the next task like a champ.

Mission Prioritization: Let's face it, not all tasks are created equal. Some are the rockstars of your to-do list, while others are just backup dancers. ADHD scheduling helps you spot those rockstars and give them the spotlight they deserve. You allocate specific time slots for these important tasks, making sure they shine.

Flex It Out: We're not robots, and life loves throwing curveballs. That's why flexibility is your secret weapon. Your ADHD schedule should have a side dish of flexibility, so you're ready to tackle unexpected plot twists without breaking a sweat.

Routine Fuel: Consistency is your best friend. Regularly check in on your schedule, tweak it, and make it work for you. A well-oiled ADHD schedule machine keeps things rolling smoothly, so you're not left juggling tasks like a circus performer.

Passion Power: You know that thing you absolutely love doing? Yeah, I'm talking about your hobbies, interests, and passions. Your ADHD schedule isn't just about work – it's about making time for the stuff that sets your soul on fire. So, go ahead, sprinkle in some passion projects and watch your motivation skyrocket!

Baby Steps to Victory: Big tasks can be like those giant sandwiches you can't fit in your mouth. It's just too much! That's where task breakdown comes in. Slice those mammoth tasks into bite-sized pieces, and suddenly, they're way more manageable. It's like conquering a sandwich one bite at a time.

Now, let's talk about the sweet rewards of mastering ADHD scheduling:

Laser Focus: Say goodbye to distractions! ADHD scheduling is your trusty shield against those sneaky attention-stealers. When you've got a schedule to guide you, staying on track becomes a piece of cake.

Chill Vibes: We've all been there – racing against the clock, heart racing, stress levels through the roof. Well, guess what? ADHD scheduling helps you keep calm and carry on. That sense of order and predictability? It's a stress-busting superhero.

Time Whisperer: Taming the time monster is no easy feat, but with ADHD scheduling, you're the boss. Those time blocks and timers? They're like your magical time-traveling tools, helping you master the art of estimating how long tasks take.

Organization Ninja: Remembering stuff? Staying organized? It's all part of the ADHD scheduling package deal. You'll be acing deadlines, remembering appointments, and keeping track of all the moving parts in your life.

Confidence Boost: Knocking out tasks like a superhero sidekick brings a serious confidence boost. Every checkmark on your schedule is a reminder that you've got this, ADHD and all.

But hey, let's keep it real. ADHD scheduling isn't always a walk in the park. Procrastination might still sneak up on you, routines might sometimes feel like a straightjacket, and you might accidentally overstuff your schedule like a Thanksgiving turkey. But fear not! You've got a toolkit of strategies to tackle these challenges head-on:

Zen Vibes: Take a breather and reflect on how your ADHD schedule is treating you. Regular check-ins help you fine-tune your approach and keep things fresh.

Mindfulness Magic: Ever tried mindfulness and meditation? They're like the Jedi mind tricks of the ADHD world. They can help you rein in impulses, stay present, and ride out the stormy seas of distraction.

Buddy System: Don't be shy to rope in a buddy, a family member, or even an ADHD coach. Having someone in your corner can keep you accountable and cheering you on.

Pro Help: When the going gets tough, don't hesitate to call in the pros. A mental health professional or an ADHD coach can whip up personalized strategies that work like a charm.

So, there you have it – a whirlwind tour of the dazzling world of ADHD scheduling. It's all about embracing your ADHD quirks, crafting a schedule that vibes with your brain, and conquering your days like the superstar you are. Remember, it's not about perfection – it's about progress, one colorful time block at a time. So, gear up, fellow ADHD warriors, and let the scheduling adventure begin!

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The AI Bot's Guide to Trading: Mastering Island Reversal Patterns for Game-Changing Forex Moves Ever wondered why your Forex trades feel more like an emotional rollercoaster than a well-oiled investment machine? Imagine hitting that perfect buy order only for the market to drop like that soggy pizza slice you tried to heat up on a frying pan (yep, been there). One of the secret ninja moves you need to know about is the Island Reversal pattern—combine this with artificial intelligence bots, and you’re looking at a recipe that’s more winning than your grandma’s famous cookies (no offense to the cookies). Let’s get into it. Island Reversal: The Forgotten Treasure in Chart Patterns Ah, the Island Reversal. Sounds like a Caribbean vacation, right? Sadly, it’s less about beaches and more about charts. But don’t click away just yet. Think of the Island Reversal as that hidden, sandy cove where savvy traders like to chill—a secret getaway spot on the choppy sea of candlesticks. This pattern is all about understanding rapid shifts in market sentiment. Picture this: a market gaps down, creating a temporary “island” of price action isolated between two gap moves. Suddenly, it gaps up again, leaving anyone who shorted that move staring at their screens like they’ve been washed ashore in the wrong time zone. Island Reversals signal sharp reversals in momentum—a trader’s golden ticket if spotted at the right time. They often mark significant turning points, and when combined with artificial intelligence bots, you can sit back and relax while automation snags those islands like a hyper-efficient pirate. But here’s where most traders go wrong: they treat the Island Reversal like that $20 pair of ‘discount’ shoes you know won’t last a month. The truth? It’s actually worth a whole lot more. Let’s uncover why. Artificial Intelligence Bots: The High-Tech Pirates of the Forex Market Now, you’re probably thinking, "But AI bots are for tech geeks and Silicon Valley traders in designer hoodies, right?" Well, here’s the kicker—they’re not. AI bots are the modern-day, no-nonsense, get-things-done kind of companions any trader could use. They don’t sleep, they don’t stress about the market direction, and they certainly don’t spill coffee over the keyboard before executing an order. When used correctly, AI bots can identify patterns like the Island Reversal faster than a squirrel grabbing an acorn. They can spot that market sentiment has changed, pick up on the volatility shift, and take advantage of the reversal—all while you’re peacefully dozing off, not sweating the late-night candlesticks. The trick lies in setting the parameters effectively so that these digital comrades can do all the heavy lifting. How to Spot the Island: And Why Most Traders Miss It Okay, let’s be real for a second. How many times have you stared at a chart, certain that you’re seeing a perfect pattern, only for it to betray you faster than your ex on prom night? Island Reversal is often missed because it requires you to spot those pesky “gaps”—and the market doesn’t make it easy. Imagine Sherlock Holmes trying to solve a case blindfolded—that’s how it feels without the right tools. Here’s where AI bots come to the rescue. By utilizing AI-driven algorithms that automatically detect gaps and sudden shifts in market sentiment, you can mitigate the most common problem traders face—second-guessing themselves. These bots analyze historical data, assess price volume, and even cross-check with other technical indicators to give you that sweet spot that might otherwise be overlooked. Expert Insight: According to Kathy Lien, managing director of BK Asset Management, “Island Reversals can be one of the most telling indicators for traders looking to capitalize on fast shifts, but without automation, they can be easily missed, especially when spread across different time frames.” And she’s right. If you blink, that island might just sail away from you. The Hidden Ninja Tactics of Combining AI and Island Reversal You’ve got the basics of Island Reversal, and you’ve heard the buzz around AI bots. Now, how do you combine the two into a double-edged katana that slices through market confusion? The trick lies in understanding AI as not just a tool, but as an extension of your trading strategy. - Set Up Alerts: Your AI bot should have a specific set of alert conditions that trigger when a gap down or gap up occurs in rapid succession. Let’s call these ‘Island Alerts’ because, hey, traders love a good name. When your bot detects an Island Reversal formation, it can set off that alert faster than you can Google “Island Reversal” (you’re welcome). - Backtesting: Before you send your AI bot on a full-scale treasure hunt, make sure it’s familiar with the terrain. Backtesting on past data will help refine its efficiency. The best part? AI bots are relentless, and they won’t get bored combing through years of data to make sure your strategy is sound. - AI Bot Strategy Tweaks: Island Reversals are rare—think of them as the black pearls of chart patterns. But here’s the good news—an AI bot can tweak strategies and continuously adapt, scanning dozens of pairs and time frames without breaking a sweat (something you probably can’t do after that third espresso). By incorporating tweaks based on changing market volatility, you’re already five steps ahead of the average trader who’s still double-checking their RSI settings. Avoiding the Pitfalls: Common Misconceptions About Island Reversals and AI Bots Alright, myth-busting time—like when someone insists that pineapple on pizza is good (I’m not here to debate, but we all know better). When it comes to Island Reversals, one big misconception is that these patterns always guarantee success. Let me tell you something: it’s not about the pattern—it’s about context. An Island Reversal without context is like a cat meme without the caption—it just doesn’t make sense. Moreover, people often think AI bots are infallible. Spoiler alert: they’re not. Bots rely on the parameters you set. An AI bot set with generic, one-size-fits-all conditions will trade like that clueless intern you hired once. Instead, think of it as your personal trading intern who’s hyper-focused—provide them with the right instructions, and they’ll deliver. Case Study: An Island Reversal Success Story Take the example of Richard Olson, a professional trader who paired his AI bot with Island Reversal identification. His bot detected an island formation on the USD/JPY pair, signaling a bearish reversal. Instead of simply entering the trade, Richard used his bot to assess sentiment across correlated pairs (EUR/JPY and GBP/JPY), confirming bearish pressure across the board. This extra analysis resulted in a 200-pip gain on USD/JPY. Let me tell you, if 200 pips don’t make you do a happy dance, I don’t know what will. Leveraging StarseedFX Services to Ride the Wave Now, don’t go thinking you have to handle all this solo. At StarseedFX, we’ve got you covered: - Forex Education: Ready to dig deeper into Island Reversal and AI bot integrations? 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Wrapping Up: Setting Sail with AI Bots and Island Reversals Island Reversals are that one tiny piece of the puzzle that could make the difference in a sea of candlesticks, but it’s the AI bot that turns that puzzle into a masterpiece. The synergy of automation, advanced market sentiment analysis, and real-time response is what makes your trading strategy formidable. Trading with humor, advanced techniques, and some help from technology makes the journey a little less stressful and a lot more rewarding. Let your AI bot become your pirate ship—plundering profits while you do what you do best: drink coffee and imagine how to spend those gains. Ready to step up your game? Share your experiences below—let’s see who’s got the funniest AI bot blunder story. And trust me, you’re not alone in making mistakes—I’m still apologizing to my AI for that time I accidentally coded in triple the normal lot size... rookie mistake, right? —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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"Castiel!"

Cas Novak jolted awake, unable to shake off the vivid dream of his mother's voice still echoing in his ears. Slicing through the air like lightning, electrifying his senses, Cas’s mind reeled as he spiraled back through time to that fateful night, just after his ninth birthday.

Tightening his grip on the blankets pooling at his waist, a chill ran through Cas as he surveyed the dimly lit bedroom. His eyes strained against the darkness, as an unmistakable sense of disorientation overtook him. As his most intrusive memories surged forward, Cas suddenly felt too helpless to fight against them as they relentlessly pushed their way into the forefront of his reality.

Cautiously, Cas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. Within moments, he’d been overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pain, fear, and loss—everything came crashing back, threatening to consume him until he fled the confines of his bedroom completely hoping to escape into the kitchen instead.

Raised voices filled his mind coupled with the sound of shattering glass, and his mother's desperate, unanswered pleas for help.

Pressing a trembling hand against the cool countertop, Cas’s mind etched every detail into his consciousness amidst his futile attempts at grounding himself. Pinching the meat of his outer thigh and intentionally digging in his fingernails, Cas was unprepared for the sensation of utter numbness which followed. As his heart raced, and breathing became ragged, Cas began to abandon all hope of remaining tethered within reality.

His mother's eyes were wide with fear as she had pleaded with him directly. “Just go back to bed, Castiel! Please, just go back to bed-”

Cas’s gaze shifted towards the refrigerator, as he longed for the familiar heaviness from having consumed a large but satisfying meal. Tension filled the air, pressing down on him. Despite the cool rush of air and the bright light that flooded the small kitchenette as the refrigerator door clicked open, time seemed to fold back upon itself. In that moment, Cas felt overwhelmed, knowing that he couldn't stop any of it now.

His father materialized before his eyes, face contorted with rage, as he had pinned his terrified wife against the wall with sheer brute force and the imminent threat of more violence to come.

Cas’s hands were already instinctively moving without his consent as he located last night's leftover pizza, a package of mini powdered donuts and the brand new box of Cookie-O’s cereal Anna had just brought home from the store. A quick scan of the freezer had revealed a gallon of vanilla ice cream his Aunt had tried to place just out of reach. Shoving aside frozen broccoli and healthy choice TV dinners, Cas had easily freed the ice cream from its hiding place before finding a spoon and spreading his entire cache of food items out across the counter.

He felt so very small as his father turned to face him, momentarily loosening his grip on his wife’s slender wrists.

The lid discarded without a second thought, Cas had attacked the gallon of ice cream with a large spoon, shoveling vanilla into his mouth as fast as humanly possible. Spoonful after spoonful, the cool sweetness of the ice cream mingled with the bitterness of his memories. Each bite was another desperate attempt to drown out the echoes of that night and chase away the pain before it became too unbearable.

His mother took advantage of her husband’s distraction and tried to make a break for it. Cas’s heart jumped into his throat as his father spun around, grabbing his mother by her hair, with his unyielding strength.

Before too long, Cas’s spoon hit the bottom of the ice cream carton. Dazed by the perceived loss, he raised the empty container to his lips, gulping down any residual melted goodness until nothing remained.

His parents scuffled until his father finally succeeded in overpowering his mother once more, pushing her down face first in one complete gesture. Cas’s mother lost her balance and fell to the ground.

With a heavy sigh, Cas forced himself to keep eating, his eyes now fixated on the leftover pizza before him. Driven by ravenous phantom hunger pains, Cas devoured slice after slice, the flavors of greasy cheese and savory toppings providing a momentary distraction from the torrent of haunting images flooding his mind.

Cas glanced down in horror at his mother’s now motionless form. A steadily growing puddle of blood had begun to engulf her body, seeping through her cotton nightgown.

Cas's fingers moved with a frenetic urgency, searching for something, anything, that might keep the demons away. His hunger persisted, clawing at his insides, refusing to be silenced as he grabbed the mini powdered donuts off the counter, tearing the packaging away.

Cas fled his father's rage, desperately seeking safety. He rushed into the bathroom, fumbling to lock the door behind him. Collapsing inside the bathtub, Cas curled into a ball, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees while trying to shield himself from the terrors of the outside world.

White powdery residue clung to Cas's fingers as he had shoveled all twenty-four miniature donuts into his mouth in rapid succession. Sugar coursed through his veins, eliciting a brief thrill of endorphins. Chewing mechanically, Cas was distantly aware of his increasing physical discomfort. One hand dropped to his waist absent-mindedly as he pushed the elastic waistband of his pajamas pants farther below the curve of his overstuffed belly. 

His father’s panicked cries permeated the air in the aftermath of what he’d done. His voice sounded alarmingly unhinged until he remembered his son and shifted focus towards trying to bang down the bathroom door.

Ripping into the massive box of Cookie-O's cereal next, Cas extracted the interior plastic lining before casually discarding the empty cardboard box onto the floor. Proceeding to cram fistfulls of miniature cookie-shaped pieces into his mouth, Cas desperately tried to stave off the intensity of unshed tears, fearing they would consume him.

When he finally ran out of food, a flicker of realization crossed his face as the room around him started to lose its form, and the once-familiar surroundings began to merge into a disturbing kaleidoscope of unreality. When the floor beneath him shifted before melting away, he felt the distinct sensation of treading water as if some powerful current were trying to drag him below.

“I know you know where she hid my gun, Castiel! You need to tell me where your mother put it right now or so help me I’ll be forced to-!”

Frantically searching through the shelves for more food amidst the chaotic emotional replay of his most traumatic memories, Cas was overtaken by fear until his hands had landed on the bottle of cooking oil his aunt kept near the stove for frying things.

Cas was acutely aware of his father’s ability to rip their house apart down to the floorboards until he found what he was looking for.

Although Anna’s economy sized Canola oil was an unusual choice, it was technically considered a food item. Still caught in the past and too far outside of his own body to function, Cas sought out whatever means necessary to physically weigh himself down. So he unscrewed the cap, as his fingers closed around the thick plastic bottle and took a big sip. As the viscous, oily liquid coated his tongue and slipped down his throat, the act of drinking something so thick and filling began to serve its purpose. 

When the gun went off, it was louder than anything Cas could have ever possibly imagined, yet still did little to drown out the subtle thud of his father's body hitting the floor.

Cas continued to drink until the thought of consuming more left him dangerously close to vomiting. Cradling his overfull stomach, Cas stumbled into the adjacent living room, slumping hard against the couch. Then slowly, returning to his body once Cas’s eyes tilted downwards as he palmed the sturdy firmness of his distended belly. As his anxiety and emotional distress faded into exhaustion, Cas allowed himself to accept the rush of comfort flooding his senses. Although Cas knew he should probably feel guilty, or at the very least disgusted with himself, for surrendering to his unhealthiest of coping mechanisms. Having been on antipsychotics for over a year now, it had become that much harder to hate himself, even amid times of crisis.

***

As light filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a gentle morning glow, Anna Milton appeared already dressed in her nursing uniform. Surveying the small kitchenette and adjacent living room, Anna’s gaze settled upon her loudly snoring nephew and the remnants of yet another midnight feast, the third one this week by her count. With subtle concern etched into her features, Anna approached Cas where he slept, balled up on the living room couch.

Anna paused to observe Cas as he rested, noting how one of his arms pressed tightly against the worn polyester upholstery, while the other clutched his rounded midsection as though he were experiencing discomfort. Ignoring the beads of sweat dotting across Cas's forehead, Anna bent down slowly before reaching out and carefully freeing one of her nephew’s arms. Gently pressing two fingers against Cas's radial artery at the pulse point, she made a conscious effort to avoid touchinging the angriest of his vertical scars. After counting to sixty twice just to make sure, Anna released a deep sigh, exhaling a torrent of breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding in.

Taken aback by her nephew's striking resemblance to her late sister, Anna felt further compelled to alleviate all the hardships life had thrown Cas’s way. While the continued nighttime binge eating was far from ideal, it stood out in sharp contrast to Cas’s ongoing struggles with anxiety, depression, and PTSD. Having nearly lost him several times throughout his short life, Anna treasured every day she had parenting her eccentric young nephew. She was also profoundly grateful for her continued collaboration with Dr. Mia Vallens, a psychiatrist whose expertise had been consistently demonstrated over the years through her innate ability to help Cas navigate his traumatic past.

Sticking to a strict routine of weekly therapy sessions alongside a carefully prescribed regimen of psychiatric medications seemed to be, at last, proving effective in keeping Cas's intrusive suicidal thoughts under control. So, even though moments of grief still crept in from time to time, when she missed the boy he could have been, Anna had learned to value Cas’s enduring resilience above all else.

"Time to wake up and take your meds, Cas," Anna whispered, keeping her voice intentionally low to avoid startling him.

Cas woke up slowly, his blue eyes blinking in the morning sun. He stretched, sat up, and then managed a small, tired smile that Anna suspected was meant purely for her benefit.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. It seems like you had quite the culinary adventure again last night," Anna said, pausing when she noticed Cas looking somewhat bewildered.

“Maybe you had bad dreams last?" Anna suggested placing a comforting hand on Cas's shoulder.

"I, uh, I don't entirely remember, but it seems like I might have gotten carried away again. I'm so sorry, Anna," Cas confessed, fidgeting with the fraying hem of his shirt.

"Oh Cas, you don’t have to apologize for anything. Just remember that you can always wake me overnight if you need to, alright? I'm here to support you, Cas," Anna said, trying to reassure him.

"Thank you Anna, I truly appreciate that," Cas said quietly, still looking away.

With a gentle squeeze of her nephew’s shoulder, Anna made her way back to the kitchen, determined to help him start the day on a positive note. She retrieved Cas's weekly pillbox, checking over each compartment’s meticulous organization. It was a testament to the structured routine they had both had a part in while trying to manage Cas’s ongoing mental health. Filling a tall glass with cool, filtered water, Anna placed it neatly beside the box of medications on the countertop. As she arranged these items, a soft smile crept across Anna’s face, a quiet reflection of much progress Cas had made in just the last year alone. Soon he would be turning fifteen at the end of the summer, and while the passage of time was evident in his growing maturity, her unwavering support for him remained constant in their shared journey towards happiness and well-being.

Removing a clean bowl and spoon from the dishwasher, Anna searched high and low for the recently purchased box of cereal. While she was well aware that Cookie O's probably wasn’t the healthiest choice for her nephew, his meds still needed to be taken with food. Additionally, the familiar childhood favorite always seemed to help, even during Cas's most challenging days. As her gaze swept across the kitchen, Anna frowned momentarily, giving in to disappointment over the now-empty cereal box laying discarded on the floor. Taking a deep breath, Anna tried to center herself, before refocusing her attention back onto Cas. Forcing herself to remember that Cas’s progress always came in small steps, could not be rushed, and that setbacks were a natural part of the journey.

***

Cas had woken up slowly, still grasping at details of what exactly had transpired overnight. Although he’d already figured out that he must've overdone it again with the eating thing, given Anna’s persistent hovering rather than her getting ready for work. While Cas genuinely tried to avoid all the negative shit that might push him into a bout of overthinking, he couldn't ignore the signs of having had another episode. Summoning the will to stand, Cas couldn't ignore how much heavier his body was getting. Touching his lips, he found them and his fingers to be smeared thickly with grease. The hint of acid reflux burned down the back of his throat, and there was considerably more tension gathering in his lower back from carrying so much new and extra weight. All these strangely familiar discomforts combined could only mean one thing, and judging from Anna’s increased weirdness around him, Cas hardly needed to guess what.

"Well, I guess we're out of cereal again," Anna said, her voice thick with annoyance as she paced around the kitchen.

Cas glanced up from taking his third pill out of five. His aunt was standing in front of him, her eyes closed, as she hugged an empty cereal box closely against her chest. Cas watched her for a moment, then went back to taking his piss. Studying his last one intently before swallowing it down with the remainder of water from his glass. There was no question how majorly his current medications were impacting his health both in positive and negative ways. This is especially true now that Dr. Vallens had increased all his dosages to accommodate his increased weight.

While Cas wasn’t terribly concerned about side effects like increased appetite or nighttime eating, he understood why Anna was so concerned. Not so long ago, he’d gotten very depressed, to the point where he couldn't even get out of bed or even go outside. Everything had felt impossible and he’d regrettably shut Anna out completely. Instead withdrawing further into himself, Cas made peace with despair, and had almost given in to his darkest, most impulsive desire.

Having survived long enough now to have begun processing his trauma and accepting his continued existence, Cas knew he couldn’t afford to slip back into his previous headspace. Food had always been there for him though, no matter what challenges he faced. So, while consistently overeating probably wasn't the healthiest way to deal with his stress, Cas figured it was a pretty good trade-off considering the alternative.

Flitting around the kitchen, Anna offered to make Cas scrambled eggs only moments after he’d resigned himself to frozen waffles instead. Even though the waffles were the extra healthy whole grain kind that tasted like cardboard, Cas knew better than to enable Anna when she was already cutting it close to being late for work. Busying himself with finding a clean plate and grabbing the peanut butter, Cas ignored the way Anna’s eyes followed him as she pretended to refill her already full coffee to-go mug.

Cas was well aware of his aunt's increased worries about his health, even if she never specifically said anything out loud. Mostly because It was usually a lost cause to convince her otherwise, and since he’d started steadily packing on more weight over the last couple of months, the whole issue had become a pretty awkward topic for both of them. Sometimes, Cas wished he could press a magical button that would make him normal again. Maybe then Anna would calm down long enough to try and relax.

"I want you to promise that you’ll do something for me today." Anna said, stopping abruptly while locating her car keys.

"Okay, and what would that be?" Cas snapped, failing to mask his sudden defensiveness.

"Relax, Cas, it's nothing too serious," Anna said, pausing briefly to select her words with care.

"I'd really like it if you could spend some time outside today while I'm at work,"

"Fine." Cas said, rolling his eyes with dramatic intent.

"Oh, come on, Cas," Anna teased, her eyes sparkling playfully.

"Fresh air and vitamin D can do wonders for the soul!"

Although he remained skeptical, Cas always found it hard to resist Anna's infectious enthusiasm. They had been addressing his avoidance of going outside in family therapy for a while now, and Cas was fully aware of his tendencies toward agoraphobia. Now that summer was nearly in full swing, he had exhausted all of his weather-related reasons for staying inside.

"Here's an idea," Anna continued, her voice carrying a mischievous tone.

"If you’ll agree to set foot in the backyard for just ten minutes today, I'll treat you to cheeseburgers and fries for dinner."

Cas's resistance wavered as his lips had twitched into a faint smile. Even though he knew Anna was only trying to sweeten the deal, he needed her to know that he could manage this one small task on his own, without added incentive.

"It's alright, Anna," Cas said eventually .

"You don't have to bribe me. I'll go outside if that's what you want."

Anna's eyes softened with gratitude as she pulled Cas into a quick hug.

"Thank you, Cas," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

"I appreciate this more than you know."

As Cas watched Anna heading to her car, he made a mental note to try to embrace the outside world at some point during his day. Little did he know how this decision would profoundly change everything about life as he knew it, forever.

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Here's an excerpt to my debut novel! (P.S. the link to the ebook is my pinned post).

The Traveler's Gift

The following afternoon, Louis sat elbow-to-elbow with Slater and Damien at Rick’s dining room table. The conversation was a murmur. Too much underlying tension existed for it to grow and swell. It felt like the dry, burning heat of summer being cut with the sharp chilling breeze of a cold front before a nasty storm. Nobody knew why they’d been called together, but Louis had a good feeling that it had to do with Deucette’s betrayal.

He didn’t particularly enjoy being crammed in a room with the majority of Rick’s crew. Rose was there, Johnny, Wes, and a few others he didn’t recognize. The table was large but not large enough to fit their crowd. Those sitting at the table had to be mindful of their elbows and hands so they didn’t topple mugs of lukewarm coffee or drag their sleeves through salsa and guacamole. The rest stood close enough to grab slices of pizza but stayed out of the way so people could get by if need be.

Slater folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. When he spoke, it was a deliberate move to catch the attention of everyone in the room. “What are we doing here, Rick?”  

It worked. A hush fell over the room, the collective breath of the crowd before an Olympic diver soared from his perch.

Rick sat between Virginia and Goose, his eyes pinning each of them with a black look. “Someone among us isn’t who they say they are.”

Louis knew he was referring to Deuce, but it didn’t stop his blood from chilling in his veins. His heart ended up somewhere between his feet, but he ensured to keep the fear off his face. One small voice in the back of his head whispered to him that he’d been caught, that Rick knew all about his plans to kill him. It made him nauseated.

The diver had crashed into the pool; the silence rose to a dull roar as everyone declared their proclamations of shock and outrage.

“What?” Damien demanded, leaning forward enough that his elbow dug into Louis’s side.

“Who is it?” Virginia demanded, her voice shrill in an effort to be heard over everyone else.

Mark shook his head, disappointment wrinkling his brow. “What dumbass thinks they can stab you in the back and still get away with it?”

Rick stared at Louis.

Louis tapped his fingers against his thigh beneath the table. It was hard not to crack under his relentless gaze. A tickle of sweat beaded beneath his collar. Anxiety was attempting to smother the breath in his lungs. What if he wasn’t talking about Deucette?

What if Rick knew he’d been planning to revolt against him? He wouldn’t kill him right here in front of everybody. They would all know he’d been scheming against their boss for months. He’d be bumped off, right in the middle of the crowded kitchen. He’d bleed out on laminated hardwood, and it’d seep into the expensive area rug.

Rick held up his hand and the room fell silent. “You can have the most well-trained dog in the world, but if you allow it to run with wolves, it will eventually forget it has a master. It will transform into a mangy, feral beast. You can’t bring the dog home. It will attack the others and bite the hand that feeds it. So, what do you do?” He paused, waiting to see if anyone would answer. When no one did, he said, “You put it down.”

Louis felt nauseated. He wanted to shrink small enough to slip between the cracks in the floorboards.

“I have allowed Deucette to run with Korzhakov and his wolves for too long. He’s handing over information he has no right to give. I have worked too damned hard for too damned long to allow an inconsequential mutt to ruin my pack!” His voice steadily rose, along with the furious redness in his cheeks. “We’re going to find him, and when we do, he’ll get a bullet between his fucking eyes!”

Louis tried to recall a time when he’d seen Rick anything other than cool and composed. He couldn’t. Seeing him so angry was terrifying. It dawned on him that Rick was a man who had come from two generations of kings that had ruled the city for nearly one hundred years. It was no wonder he wasn’t willing to lose his empire because of one bad apple.

“How do you know?” Mark asked around a mouthful of tortilla and queso.

The fire in Rick’s glare at his cousin could have lit a match in the ocean’s deepest trenches. “Excuse me?”

Mark sat back in his chair, raising his thick-fingered hands in surrender. “I-I believe you! I was just asking how you found this out?”

“Mahoney did a little detective work for me. Didn’t you?”

Louis didn’t appreciate the spotlight focused on him. He ignored the way Slater went still next to him. “Yeah,” he managed to get out. His mouth was impossibly dry.

“And what did you tell me?”

“Deucette told Korzhakov about the shipment of Quench that’s supposed to come in at the end of the week. They’re scheming to get their hands on it.”

“Did you all hear that?” Rick asked the room. “Deucette is helping Korzhakov steal my drugs! The drugs I funded! The ones that have made this family more money than my father could have ever dreamed of! I don’t appreciate people taking things that don’t belong to them—especially my things.”

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Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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The Graveyard Shift (Frankie Morales x gn!reader)

Summary: Frankie works overnight shifts at the local mechanic. Tonight, both of you are awake at a late hour.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, food and eating, talk of not being able to sleep, otherwise fluff

A/N: this idea has been in my head all week I had to! Hope you like it :)

Frankie may be a real insomniac, but tonight you’re feeling like he might have rubbed off on you. Your bed is normally your favorite place, your haven and escape from life. It’s a place to rest and cuddle your teddy bear of a boyfriend, where you can close your eyes and let go of reality.  Unfortunately, that glorious disconnect from reality isn’t finding you tonight. You toss and turn in your bed for what feels like hours. Who knows how long it really is?

You try laying on your side. On your back. On your stomach. Legs sprawled out, with no Frankie in the bed to occupy your space. Still, nothing is comfortable. You’re cold without the blankets and hot with them on. The pillows are flat or too squishy. Nothing works.

Frankie’s on the night shift tonight, leaving your bed empty enough for you to toss and turn. Your boyfriend works as a mechanic at a local 24-hour garage, and every week or so he takes the overnight shift. It’s just part of the job. Of course, you don’t mind; he does what he has to. The only downside is the chill in your bed where Frankie’s warm body usually lies.

You try to avoid your phone, checking your alarm clock for the time rather than looking at the blue light and messing up any more chances you have at sleep. But then an hour progresses, and another, and now it’s 1:20 in the morning and sleep is nowhere to be found. You give in and check your phone, sighing.

Frankie can’t possibly be busy. The shop rarely ever gets a car after the sun sets, but it’s worth it to be the only shop in the area open at night. It means more business when someone’s in desperate need. You know he’s awake, and the odds of a car being in the shop now are slim. Maybe talking with him will help you fall asleep.

Deciding to give it a shot, you call his phone. It rings for a few moments, then continues and finally you reach his voicemail, hearing his gentle voice announcing that he’ll call you right back. You frown and set it down only for the phone to ring again. It’s him.

“Hey, babe,” Frankie’s voice speaks through the phone. He sounds tired. Well, you suppose it’s natural. It’s late at night, even if Frankie is practically nocturnal. “Sorry. My hands were covered in grease so I had to wash them before I picked up. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good,” you inform him, your voice groggy from the lack of sleep you’ve found despite hours of lying here. “Just can’t sleep. How’s work?”

You can hear a metallic clanking as he moves some tools around. “Fine. Just a usual night shift, working on this car that’s an absolute piece of shit. Got oil all over myself.”

The thought makes you smile; Frankie’s grumpy face when something goes wrong, the sigh of exasperation as those dark blue coveralls are stained dark with the car’s oil. “Good job, babe.”

Frankie is rolling his eyes on the other end. You can tell. “Really great job, yeah. How are things at home?”

“Same here. Nothing exciting. Just… can’t sleep and missing you.”

“Missing you too. God, it’s so boring here,” he groans. “I’ll finish this car pretty damn quick then have nothing to do all night. And I’m so goddamn hungry.”

Your eyes light up with an idea and you’re silent as you ponder the idea, long enough for Frankie to be concerned. “What is it?”

“Can I come visit you?” You ask him, a grin crossing your sleepy face. Your eyes are still shut from the weight they carry right now, but your face is clearly happy. “I’ll bring food.

There’s a frown on his face; that much you know for certain. “Babe, it’s late. You should sleep.”

“Francisco, for the love of God. I’m awake right now because I can’t fall asleep. Would you mind a visitor?”

He sighs but you know you’ve won. It makes you smile even wider as you clutch a pillow to your chest. He can barely get the words out before you interrupt. “Great! What are you hungry for?”

There’s another beat of quiet as he thinks. “Let’s order a pizza.”

Late night pizza: Frankie’s biggest weakness besides you. “Perfect. You put in the order and I’ll be there soon. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too. See you then.” Frankie hangs up.

No one else will be around. You know Frankie works these late shifts alone, so you don’t bother to put on anything nicer. Pushing back the covers and bracing for the chill, you stand and slide on a pair of shoes, allowing your pajamas to suffice.

The air is cold as you leave your shared home, and at the last second you grab one of Frankie’s flannels and wrap yourself in it. The night air is chilly around you, the dark sky contrasting the bright lights as you turn on your car. Teeth chattering from the cold, and turning down the air conditioning in your car, you set out on your route to Frankie’s workplace.

There’s no one else on the road besides a spare car or two flying past, neglecting to turn off their high beams for you. It doesn’t matter; if anything, it wakes you up more. When you finally park outside of the building, you rub your eyes desperately hard in hopes of waking yourself up more. It doesn’t really work, but you pretend it does as you pocket your keys and walk inside.

“Hi, I’m here for an oil change?” You call out teasingly into the large garage, entering through an open bay.

Frankie rolls out from beneath a car on a dolley, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Don’t even bring that up now.” He sits up, removes his earbuds, and unsnaps the top half of his coveralls, taking off the top half and tying it around his waist. He removes his gloves and meets you halfway into the garage, kissing you softly and laughing as the brim of his hat bumps against your forehead. “Hey, cutie.”

“Hi,” you beam, kissing him once more. “You look hot in this. Very Danny Zuko.”

“Mhm, and this piece of shit is Greased Lightning,” he laughs and pats the hood of the car he was previously beneath. It’s ugly, brown in color and rusted with a grungy looking interior. “I don’t know why they don’t just scrap this thing. It’s not worth the money.”

Your arms remain wrapped around Frankie’s middle, resting your head against his shoulder as you admire the crappy car. “Honestly, I gotta agree,” you laugh and nudge his side so the two of you can move closer to a workbench. “Here.” You offer him the crappy blanket you brought to sit on. “Tell me the best place to set up.”

“Right here, really,” Frankie shrugs and unfolds the blanket, laying it down over the oil-stained concrete. “You get comfortable. I’ll go put on a clean pair of coveralls.” He kisses your head as you sit cross-legged on the blanket, pulling his flannel tighter around yourself. “And stop stealing my clothes!” He calls over his shoulder before retreating into the back.

“You know you love it!” You shout back with a laugh, leaning against the side of the beat-up car.

Out of nowhere, the radio in the shop starts playing. It’s loud, making you jump at the sound of the KISS song that starts blasting. With that, Frankie returns from the back, wearing a clean pair of blue coveralls with that embroidered Catfish patch over his heart. His curls peek out from beneath his cap, and he scratches at the scruff of his beard. “Way to scare the shit out of me!”

“Sorry,” he laughs, adjusting the volume back down from the garage control before making his way over to you. “Just thought we could use some music.”

“I guess,” you grumble, though it’s clear there’s no ill will when he sits next to you and you nuzzle into his side, sighing as he drapes his arm across your shoulders. “Didn’t have to freak me out like that though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs and kisses your head, leaning back against the car too and letting his head fall back.

No sooner do the two of you get comfortable, nestled into each other’s arms and taking a breath of relaxation, is there a knock at the glass. It’s the pizza delivery, a guy who looks exhausted, just like most normal people would be at this hour. “Be right back.” Frankie kisses your nose and stands, groaning as his joints creak and his back pops.

“Grandpa.” You tease with a grin.

“Stuff it.”

He pays for the order, giving the delivery guy a generous tip for delivering food at this hour of night. Frankie returns with the box and you shimmy in happiness as he opens the box and the smell of the pizza wafts out of the cardboard.

Frankie pulls over a rolling dolley to set the food on, at least somewhat like a table. “Your fine dining experience, my love,” he chuckles as he sets down the box and a stack of napkins next to it. He sits across from you, once again groaning as he makes himself sit cross-legged to match you.

Taking a hold of the crust, you pull out a large slice, the cheese pulling from the center of the pizza. Sighing happily, you tear the cheese apart and pile it on top of the fully-topped pizza, complete with Frankie’s go-to order. Waiting for him and humming to the song, you finally take a bite when he does.

Both of you moan in happiness, laughing a little as each realizes that the other did the same. Once your mouthful of pizza has been swallowed, you grin at Frankie and he grins back. The shop is quiet, the dull rhythm of the oldies station playing in the background. There are no words, but there’s no need for them.

Frankie finishes his slice at about the same time as you, and your hands bump as you both reach for another piece, the one loaded with toppings. “Back off, Morales,” you laugh and swat his hand away, though your hand instantly moves for another piece.

“No, you can have it,” he says, brow furrowing as you leave the piece alone.

“It’s yours. You’re the one working; you deserve it.”

He knows you inside and out. He knows that there’s no arguing when you’ve made the decision, so he takes the piece with a loving “thank you”.

It takes hardly any time for either of you to finish the second piece. Leaning back against the car, your eyes finally shut and you sigh in relaxation. You have food, you have Frankie, and finally you’re starting to get tired. “What time is it now?”

“Late. You can sleep if you want.”

“I’m not tired,” you bluff, though your body slumps against the car, head falling to the side.

Frankie just shrugs and munches on another piece. He can’t help but smile at the sight: you’re in your pajamas and his flannel, falling asleep on the floor of the mechanic shop. He certainly never expected to see such a sight, but he grins at how cute you look like this.

By the time Frankie’s third slice is gone, you’re half-asleep, barely conscious, body holding what little tension and energy you have left. Frankie just leans back, watching you, still smiling at the sight.

He can see it happen when you finally do fall asleep. The tension in your back drifts away, your body slumping down against the car. Your face, which was scrunched in concentration of trying to stay awake, finally slips into the neutrally peaceful state of sleep.

Frankie closes the pizza box, standing and bringing it to the back. He can have some more later if he’s hungry; if not, he’ll send it home with you- later. For now, you need to rest.

His knees and back scream at him as he bends down, but Frankie squats in front of you and wakes you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep. Come on, get on up and I’ll take you to the couch in the back.”

Your sleep-addled state doesn’t let you argue. You stand, still half-asleep, using Frankie’s hands to help you up. He wraps the clean side of the blanket around you, almost like a burrito, but leaves your legs enough room to walk. Holding onto your arm, so that you don’t trip thanks to your barely-opened eyes, he leads you to the break room in the back.

The old leather couch is beat up and worn, scratched and occasionally ripped from tools left in back pockets and too many years of careless plopping down after a long shift. Frankie makes sure your blanket is swaddled tightly around you and helps you lay down, chuckling at the burrito you make on the couch.

Frankie bends down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be here if you need me. Just sleep now, babe.”

You murmur something in response, something that might’ve resembled words if you weren’t already fading out again.

Frankie doesn’t go too far, just across the room to the computer. He fires up the machine to check out the schedule for tomorrow, what the store needs to order more of, the usual. The thing that makes it better, maybe even enjoyable, are your soft snores from the couch behind him.

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"