#bathroom is ok got a new cupboard for it

[dummerjan]

having a bit of a very unexpected emotional crisis

[samandcolbyownme]

Ok so what if y/n just got her period and has been in a bad mood all day cause Sam's not home or something like that and he gets home and they cuddle and watch a movie or something. I don't but love you 💜🩷

Warnings: swearing, talk of period, bad mood, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1004 | Unedited

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You rolled over, reaching out for Sam, but you don’t feel him laying next to you.

You lift your head, letting out a sigh as you remembered today was the day he wasn’t going to be home until later on tonight.

You sat up, freezing as you felt that irritating feeling creep through your body. You made your way to the bathroom and lo and behold, it was day one of shark week.

“That’s just fucking great.” You mumbled to yourself, “Fucking..” you reach forward, grabbing a pad, (or a tampon, whatever suits you best!), “Great.”

You stand up, moving to wash your hands before looking at yourself in the mirror. You brush your finger over a new blemish and let out a whiney groan, “whyyy.”

You make your way back to bed, climbing under the covers and reaching to grab your phone. You look at the text from Sam, Have a good day, babe. I’ll see you later, I love you!

You smile slightly, typing back, Good morning. I hope you have a good day. I love you!

You shifted around and that’s when the cramps kicked in. You let out a groan as your legs slide up, curling into a ball as you squeeze your eyes shut, “God, I haaate being a girl.”

After spending the last hour or so scrolling through TikTok and other apps, you found yourself in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for something to eat.

Nothing sounded good. Nothing looked good.

You grabbed your phone, sitting at the island as you looked for something to have delivered. After picking a few things, you placed your order and made your way into the living room.

Sam texts you, Did you eat breakfast?

You type back, I have stuff being delivered here soon. I woke up to my period and nothing here looked good, so yes, I’ll eat in a little bit.

You set your phone down, scrolling through options of stuff to watch on the tv.

You settled for a movie you’ve seen a few times, mainly because you know you’ll be on your phone anyway.

You couldn’t get comfortable, you kept moving around trying to find the right spot but couldn’t - and it was pissing you off.

“God.. dammit.” You threw the pillow, huffing as you rested your hand on your forehead.

You wanted Sam, and the fact that he couldn’t come home right now was pissing you off even more.

Speaking of, your phone rings and you smile as you see Sam’s face on the screen, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sam’s voice rings on the other end, “How are you feeling? Sorry I just got a change to check my phone again.”

“Miserable.” You pull your phone away, seeing the notification that your food has been delivered, “But my food is here, so that’s a plus.”

“What did you get good?”

You tell him what you ordered as you walk over to the door to retrieve it, “But yeah, how’s your day going?”

“It’s.. going, I guess.” He laughs slightly, “We just got done with the shoot for the new merch, next we’re heading to meet with the owner of that school.”

“Sounds fun.” You laugh slightly as you put him on speaker so you can eat, “I hope it goes good. That would be really cool if you could buy it.”

“That’s what we’re hoping for.” Sam says, and you can hear Colby in the background, “Hi y/n.”

“Hi, Colby.”

“Alright, babe. We gotta get going. I’ll text you, okay?” Sam states and you nod to yourself, “I’ll be here.” You laugh slightly, “I love you.”

“I love you, get some rest okay. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

Sam hangs up and you lean back on the couch, pouting as you know he won’t be home for another few hours.

After eating, you lay back down on the couch and you end up falling asleep while watching tv, only to be woken up a little bit later by the door opening.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes and you smile as you see Sam, “Hey. What are you doing home?”

He walks over to you, sitting down next to you, “We got out early.”

You smile and tilt your head, “You rescheduled.. didn’t you?”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. I just couldn’t have you here alone being miserable, but..” he leans back and pulls you into him, “The owner of the school had something come up, so it worked out.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head, “You feel any better?”

You nod, letting out a content sigh, “Oh yeah. Most of my mood was you not being here.”

He chuckles and rubs your back, “Yeah, I thought so.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Do you need anything?”

“Nothing but cuddles please.”

“That I can do.” He lays down, pulling you with him and you lay on his body. He pulls a blanket down from the back of the couch and does his best to cover you both up with it.

“Haven’t you watched this movie like a million times?” Sam laughs and you laugh with him, “Maybe, but it was more for background noise.”

“I see, do you want to watch something else, something new?” He reaches forward and grabs the remote and you shrug, “We can, but you can pick.”

“Okay.”

His fingers gently scratch up and down your back as he clicks through, stopping when he finds something he likes, “How’s this?”

“Works for me.” You smile and cuddle up into him more as he sets the remote down, “I’m glad you came home early.”

“Yeah.” He holds you tighter, “Me too.”

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Thanks for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

[uglypastels]

okok I've had this idea brewing in my filthy mind for a few days so imagine sanji discovering camgirl! Strawhat reader and becomes kinda obsessed?? Maybe one day she wears something of his(maybe a ring or his shirt) live and he goes absolutely feral and has his way with her??😵😵💫

I took out the camgirl aspect because I just wasn't sure how to incorporate it into the universe?? (I'm still new to it, so trying to figure out the dos and don'ts haha.) but I hope it's still good.

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warning: 18+ content. MDNI. simp sanji. masturbation. suggestive language and actions. light biting.

Laundry Day.

'Can someone remind me again whose brilliant idea it was to fight the giant squid?' You looked down at yourself, stiff as a board, as you felt every inch of your body to be sticky with black ink.

When you looked up again, the rest of the crew had all found a sudden interest in the most mundane parts of the ship, not daring to meet your deadly glare.

'Thought so,' you mumbled. 'I'm gonna go change.' Awkwardly, you made your way downstairs to the bathroom to try and wash off the black goo the sea monster had spewed onto you. You scrubbed for what felt like an hour, with the stains just never seeming to seize. The water poured down your body, slowly turning from a black abyss into a drabby grey until it finally recovered to its natural clear state, and the smell of fish was exchanged for your hair conditioner and body scrub.

stupid. fucking. squid. You kicked around your thoughts as you got out of the shower, nearly falling over in the process.

Too tired to cross the ship to your room, you instead walked to the small laundry cabin that was next to the bathroom and picked up the first pair of shorts you found and a button-up shirt to throw on.

You had thought it was one of yours, always being fond of having some larger piece of attire to throw over a short sleeve, but you soon realised your mistake when you entered the kitchen.

Sanji was in the middle of setting some water to boil, glancing up at you from his work with a soft smile. That smile then quickly froze in what you could only describe as a shock.

'I know I look like a mess,' you sighed, reaching over to the cupboard where the crew kept their hardest liquor. The day just called for a shot. Or three.

'Not the words I would use.' Sanji said, the clicking of the gas stove intercepting him, 'Is that- is that my shirt?'

You glanced down, noticing the blue striped pattern on the material and the actual tailoring of the shirt as opposed to the ones you were used to wearing.

You cursed under your breath. 'Sorry. I'll go change.' You began unrolling the sleeves, already seeing how they started to crease.

'No,' Sanji coughed out. 'It's fine. Honestly.'

'You sure?' You looked up at him apprehensively, but he just shrugged and continued on cooking.

You poured yourself a drink and made yourself comfortable opposite Sanji, enjoying the show that was his meal prep.

'Where's everyone else?' you asked as he began chopping up vegetables.

'Uhm, probably sleeping off the squid,' he chuckled, focused on the ingredients. As he kept going, you realised his answers kept getting shorter and shorter with each question. What usually would be full of quips and flirtatious remarks was cut down, blunt, like the edge of a dull knife.

And at first you had brushed it aside as him concentrating on his craft, but the longer he cooked, the more noticeable it was how he avoided your gaze. Even when talking, he didn't dare look up.

'Are you really ok with me wearing this?' You asked eventually when he was done and washing his hands in the sink.

'Of course, darlin',' he wiped his hands on a towel. He was about to turn around, but you saw the moment as your chance and swiftly slithered by his side. He stumbled back slightly in surprise.

'So why have you been ignoring me for the past hour?'

'I haven't,' he slipped by you elegantly and got to packing up the prepared food into storage boxes.

'But you have-- you didn't even look at me until now.'

'Sorry, sweetheart. I was working.' Usually, his saying something like that would make you think things were back to normal, but he seemed nervous, and before you could say anything else, he excused himself to his cabin.

Confused and a bit flustered at the sudden departure, you stood in the kitchen for a moment. You had planned on going upstairs, to get some fresh air, when Luffy stormed into the room.

'Ah!' he exclaimed, 'glad to see you're back to your ink-free self.'

'Yeah, thanks, Luf.' You took another shot quickly and watched as the captain raided all the cupboards. 'Watcha looking for there?'

'The tangerine cookies that Sanji made yesterday. There should still be some here.' He stretched his arm out to pat around the back of the highest drawer.

'You sure you didn't eat them yet?'

'Nooo,' Luffy looked at you sternly. 'Because I put them there specifically so I wouldn't eat them earlier.'

'Right,' you nodded. 'Well, Sanji had been busy around here, prepping lunch for tomorrow; maybe he moved some things around,' you suggested. 'You could go and ask him.'

'Aaah, I could,' Luffy wavered, 'but I was hoping to do this without Sanji's help.'

'Did he ban you from the kitchen again?' After the last incident of Lufft stuffing himself full of snacks right before dinner, the cook had given him strict orders not to eat an hour before meals. Looking at the clock, you could see it was closing in on dinner time.

Luffy scoffed, which only confirmed your assumptions. With a sigh, you got up. 'Fine, I'll ask him. But he might be asleep, you know.'

'Thanks. You're the best.' Luffy said, arm the length of the room as he opened cupboard after cupboard. You just rolled your eyes and made your way to Sanji's cabin.

'Hey, Sanji,' you knocked softly, unsure if he had maybe decided to take a nap. With no response from the other side of the door, you tried again. You thought to just let it go and leave him be, but then you heard the clashing of the pans in the kitchen, followed by a Luffy 'I'm ok!' and knew that you needed an answer for your captain. These were desperate times.

'Hey, Sanji,' you opened the door. The only thing you had really seen was the shape of his body splayed out on the bed, and it was more of an instinct or a gut reaction that told you that you should not look any further. So, quickly apologising, you shut the door again as Sanji cursed out in shock at the door opening.

'Sorry!' You shouted through the door, simultaneously trying to comprehend the blurs of your vision and trying to forget anything you might have seen. He wasn't... no, that wasn't... no.

There was some stumbling coming from his room, followed by a few more curse words. You didn't know why you were still standing beside his door, but he certainly didn't expect you to have stayed there, and so, when he entered the corridor, your bodies practically collided.

'I didn't see anything!' You blurted out before Sanji could say anything. Both your faces were wide in horror. 'I swear- I just,' you made the mistake of taking his appearance in. His shirt was untucked from his trousers, belt unbuckled and hanging at his sides. Oh god. 'I just... I was wondering where the tangerine cookies were. The ones you made yesterday.'

He was still hard. Most of it was hidden by the layers of clothing, but there was no denying it. You did your best to keep your eyes on his face as he listened to you blurt out words like a maniac, but it sure was difficult as all the puzzle pieces came together.

'They should be in the left cabinet, bottom shelf. Behind the baking ingredients. I hid them so Luffy wouldn't eat them before dinner.'

'Good thinking,' you laughed, probably a bit too loud for the situation, but the nerves were getting worse by the second. 'Well, bye then.' And with that, you ran off to the kitchen, leaving Sanji in all his unspeakable glory behind.

In the kitchen, you were met with Luffy picking up the pans he had dropped and Nami looking at him with what could only be described as disappointment. Without acknowledging them, you walked over to the left cabinet, opened the bottom half of it and searched the bottom shelf for the box of leftover cookies, slamming them onto the counter. Luffy immediately lunged forward to them, oblivious to your shocked state, but the navigator was a bit more perceptive.

'What happened to you?' she asked, declining the offer of a cookie from the captain, who already had two in his mouth.

'Nothing,' you shook your head.

'You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'I didn't! I didn't see anything!' Nope, nothing at all. You definitely did not see that. Or how big it was... or how his hand looked wrapped around it... or his face when he- NO.

'Hey, is that Sanji's shirt?' Now, Luffy decided to be observant. You looked down at your shirt as if you had only now noticed what you were wearing.

'Oh, I guess it is.'

'He must be having a field day with that,' Nami snickered, to which you looked at her confused. She, in turn, rolled her eyes 'Like you haven't seen the way he looks at you on a regular day.'

'I- no?' you blinked, trying to grapple with what she was talking about.

Nami just shrugged before grabbing the last cookie from Luffy's hand and walking out of the room. If you thought he would be aware of anything that you had just talked about, you would have asked the captain if he knew what Nami meant by her comments but instead just contemplated on it all by yourself.

Against all your survival instincts, you walked back in the direction of Sanji's door and knocked again. This time loud and clear. There was shuffling coming from the other side, and a second later, the door opened to reveal Sanji. His lips were pulled in a tight line of a smile as he looked down at you.

'Hey, can I come in?' you asked softly.

'What?' Sanji asked before the initial question properly connected in his mind. 'Uhh, I don't think that's a great idea.'

'Sanj, we should talk about what happened earlier.'

'Do we, though?' His voice raised in pitch nervously, but you just glared up at him, unimpressed.

'Sanji, please just let me come inisde.' You pushed out any thought that just burst through your mind that did not have to do with the current situation, but it was hard to see the images of what you saw in his room before were still very much playing over and over in your head.

In the end, Sanji gave in and opened the door for you. As you walked in, he stayed behind you, hand running nervously through his hair, as he spoke: 'Listen, I'm really sorry about... everything that happened today, really.'

'You have nothing to be sorry for.' You turned to face him. 'I'm the one that stole your shirt and stormed into your room unannounced.' It was his room. He had the right to do whatever he pleased in it.

Sanji laughed awkwardly, looking away to the far side of the room, but even then, you caught how his eyes glanced and slightly lingered over your body. The blue-striped shirt still hanging over it.

You, in the meantime, fought the urge to look at his body, combined with the memory of what you had caught him doing.

Maybe it was the few shots you had taken earlier to forget about the giant squid attack that instead did nothing you had hoped for but only made you bolder as you asked: 'were you thinking about me?'

'What?'

'You know, earlier. When I walked in. Were you... thinking of me?'

'Shit, don't make me say it.' He combed his fingers through his hair. You walked over to him, closing the gap between you lightly.

'Why not?'

'Because I don't want to make things weird between us.' His jaw clenched as you came towards him, and you couldn't help but laugh at what he had to say.

'Oh, it's definitely too late for that now. Things are already weird.'

'Super weird, aren't they?' he asked softly, strangely intensely.

And so, when you responded, your agreeing words were only as hushed as he had been, too focused on each other's proximity. The two of you stood there, frozen between actions, taking each other's bodies in at the new lack of distance until Sanji took the final step over the edge, kissing you with his hands on cupping your cheeks.

You stumbled back at the force, steadying yourself when you caught onto the shirt he was wearing. One of his hands moved down to your waist, guiding you to his bed until the back of your knees hit the wood, and you lightly fell back.

Sanji placed himself over you, and as his weight pressed over you, you could feel his hard-on through his trousers. A curse fell from his lips when you reached for it and your fingertips moved over the material.

'You've been drivin' me insane the whole day, walkin' around in that shirt.' He said as he began leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

'Figured,' you couldn't but be a bit smug about it, which he did not seem to appreciate given the pinch of his teeth you felt on your sensitive skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer to you, trying to get some, friction out of the movement as he pressed himself against you.

'Cocky are we?' He smiled into his kisses, and at this point, all you could do was nod in agreement.

Sanji kept himself up over you with one hand as he used the other to unzip your shorts. One-handed and without a clear view, taking them off turned out to be a bit more of a challenge, far more awkward than expected when you tried to shuffle out of them, but his touch on your skin made up for it by tenfold.

You were about to make a start on unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing when Sanji stopped you. 'No, keep it on.' and kissed you before you could make any other snarky remark on his behalf. But when he pulled away again, though slightly dazed by the passion, you still managed to comment.

'If this is the treatment I receive for stealing your clothes, I might just do it more often.'

To this, Sanji groaned through his teeth. 'You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart, I swear.

[writing-rat]

Protection In Order

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x Pregnant! Reader

Content: Blood and injury, Protective Sam

Summary: Ghostface strikes again except Sam is more protective over you due to carrying her baby...

WC: 1948

It had been 3 months since you met Sam, and 2 months since you got pregnant. At first, it was just a friends-with-benefits situation because Sam was scared of a relationship. In reality, she had a crush on you but was scared you’d become a bad person, a Ghostface. Once she knew you were pregnant however she immediately changed and made it official. If you were pregnant, you wouldn’t be able to be Ghostface she figured and that was proven in the third month of knowing you when multiple people were killed with Ghostface masks on the scene.

That made Sam keep around you. You were worried yourself, scared of your future. You held onto your stomach gently as you watched the news, Sam next to you. She had been attacked in the shop and ever since then, you were worried about her and everyone else. You didn’t even know who to trust now, you could only trust Sam. Now, you were all in the dorm except for Ethan who had a night class supposedly. You didn’t know if it was true but didn’t want to suspect him of lying. You liked him after all, he was… sweet in his own way. 

Sam had an arm around you as she gently kissed your cheek, knowing you were nervous. “I will protect you, baby,” she spoke. She was gentle as she held you closer than ever, worried about your child as well. She kept rubbing your stomach as she watched Tara and Chad cook. 

“I’m going to the bathroom baby,” you spoke with a soft smile, going over to the bathroom. Sam nodded. “Of course, I’ll go check on Tara,” she said, getting up and going to the kitchen. You went into Sam’s room, using her bathroom as you were thinking. After a few minutes, you walked out, seeing the 4 survivors in the kitchen. You decided to leave them to talk as they seemed to be talking about Danny calling Sam but you shrugged it off as you sat with Anika, who was just reading. 

That’s when you heard moans coming from Quinn’s room. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked over, hoping she was having a good time even though they had just finished it seemed. Soon, however, the 4 came out. “Front door,” Sam announced, stepping in front of you. When you nearly reached it however the moaning stopped. “Ghostface is with her,” Sam spoke quietly to the others as you slowly backed up to the door. Soon however Quinn’s body was pushed into Anika. You froze in shock before Tara and Chad pushed you out the front door, presumably to help Sam not worry about you. You were more concerned about her now, but thinking the others would join in time you kept going and when they didn’t you were more concerned. Worst of all no one brought the front door key. 

“My room!” Danny yelled from his doorway. You didn’t even think as you went in, Tara and Chad following nervously. He was holding a ladder, shouting across. That was when you realised it was Quinn’s room. Sam and Mindy were there, however. “Just climb across, I got your girlfriend,” he yelled across. Sam nervously looked at Mindy, who nodded at Sam to go first. 

“Ok,” Sam finally conceded before she started to climb across nervously. She was scared of heights. “Come on baby,” you begged her to go faster. She looked over, into her eyes which made her quicker. She soon climbed through the window where Mindy started to climb after as well. Ghostface was slowly pushing the cupboard away slowly but surely. Once they were done though, he finally got through. He just glared before he started to walk out.

“Anika is dead,” Mindy cried out. You gently hugged her…

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It was officially the trap time and Sam was more protective than usual, especially after Anika died. You were on the train as Sam was in front of you, Tara and Chad on your sides while Danny was behind. Mindy was with Ethan which you didn’t like though, you were assuming he was the killer after all. You couldn’t prove it though. You kept holding your stomach. When a person wearing a Ghostface outfit stared at you, that was when Sam got even taller and stood forward a bit. 

When he passed though, she physically relaxed and looked at you. You just smiled and kissed her gently. “You’ll be a good mom,” Tara teased. Sam went bright red, as did you. “Thanks, T Bear,” Sam thanked. 

You soon got out of the subway, meeting with Agent Kirby. “Hey, where’s Mindy?” Kirby asked, looking around at all of you. 

“5 minutes away, she caught the other train,” Tara informed. Kirby nodded. “Come on,” she spoke and led you to the trap. She stopped you and Danny after however. “Woodsboro only,” she spoke. 

“Understood,” Danny spoke with a nod. “My girlfriend is being with me, what if she gets attacked when we go inside?” Sam asked. Kirby sighed, knowing she would be protective over you due to you carrying her baby. 

“Ok, only her,” Kirby spoke. Danny smiled at you all and nodded. “Be safe,” he spoke before leaving for the subway to help Mindy and Ethan when they would come.

You walked in nervous, Kirby talking about her only having the gun on her. You were following Sam around as she was holding you close. She was soon going over to the case. You knew she had seen Billy from the stare that she had, but you didn’t say anything. You accepted she still saw him. That’s when she went over to the statue, opened the door then reached inside, grabbing the rusty knife, still covered in old blood. “Are you sure?” you asked. “I want you to be safe,” Sam responded, kissing you. You nodded with a smile, but still unsure. You kept following her around before her phone rang. It was Detective Bailey. Sam was listening, putting it on speakerphone so you could hear as well.

“Hello,” Sam spoke. 

“Sam, you need to get out of there! I learnt from the Atlanta Field Office that Kirby isn’t with the FBI anymore. Said she went mad,” Detective Bailey warned. You felt your anxiety spike. “Thank you for telling us,” Sam quickly spoke as she led you over to the trap where she saw the chain. “Shit,” she spoke and tugged on it, anger spiking up. “Stay close to me baby, I will protect you,” she spoke gently. You nodded, trusting her as you were nervous for everyone in there. Tara, Chad, Sam and you. Hell, even Kirby even if she was Ghostface. “Let’s find the others,” you spoke, looking at Sam. Sam nodded, agreeing. It was better to be in a group after all. You looked around the place, before going to the lobby. Starting to walk over, sudden screams were causing you to jump. That made you run over quickly, Sam in front as she soon saw what the cause was. It was Tara, safe and sound minus a wound near her spine and Chad who was being stabbed constantly. “Go, we have to go!” Sam yelled, dragging Tara as you ran away with them, Sam making you go in front due to the 2 Ghostface people being there. Tara was crying in pain. “The killer is Kirby!” Sam informed as they reached the main stage. “Are you sure?” Tara asked. “Yes! We are, Bailey called us,” you responded. Sam immediately jumped when Kirby came out, blood coming out of her shirt. 

“We know you are Ghostface,” Sam informed, keeping the knife out in front of her, fear in her brain. She just wanted to protect you and Tara, she didn’t care about her safety and she knew Kirby had a gun.

“I’m not! I was knocked out and stabbed,” Kirby spoke, keeping some distance as she knew what Sam was capable of. That’s when Sam saw Bailey, gun up. “Watch out!” Bailey spoke, shooting Kirby. Kirby immediately went on the ground, bleeding before a smirk came on his face. “Watch out!” Sam repeated, both Ghostfaces running towards him. That’s when he looked at them both. “Good job,” he praised them, causing you three to be confused and look at each other. That’s when it hit Sam and she immediately put you in the middle between Tara and her so you didn’t get injured. She also handed you and Tara a brick for a security measure. 

“So, you are one of the Ghostfaces. Is the other one Ethan?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. That was the only one she was sure of admittedly. Ethan smirked, pulling his mask off, doing a speech that quite frankly… everyone ignored. You didn’t know who the other one was though, and it seemed like the others didn’t either. “And… Mindy?” Sam asked. You and Tara looked at her before the person took off the mask.

Quinn.

Everyone felt shocked as you all thought that she was dead. In a blur, you threw your brick at Detective Bailey, knocking him out as he was looking at Quinn before he realised you had thrown your brick towards his head. Meanwhile, Ethan quickly launched towards Tara while screaming, “I always wanted to stick something inside you!”. 

Sam looked disgusted before she quickly went to protect Tara, you quickly grabbed another brick, getting nervous. Sam was wielding the knife at least before you realised Kirby was nearby. That’s when you grabbed the gun from her hand. She was unconscious from pain. Quinn unfortunately reached you before you could aim the gun, however. She had aimed for your shoulder and hit at least. “Sam!” You cried as Sam was pushing Tara towards a ladder, Tara starting to climb it. Sam rushed over immediately before she stabbed Quinn as well, aiming for the neck. Quinn immediately expected her coming over though as she started to sidestep, causing Sam to fall. You gasped, the gun still in your hand as you shot Quinn, protecting Sam.

 

Sam was proud of you. Luckily you shot her in the head, shocked at yourself. “Hand me the gun,” Sam spoke gently. You nodded doing as told, Ethan starting to charge towards you. His knife was aimed towards your stomach. Sam tried to shoot when the gun was already jammed. “Shit, she spoke before she started to charge towards him, stabbing his guts instead, hitting a vital spot already. Sure, she was stabbed but it was just to the side, not hitting a vital organ thankfully. She wouldn’t say i it did though, not until Bailey was dead. Sam handed you the knife. “You want to do the job?” she asked. You nodded as you took it. She smirked, watching you as she went over to Bailey and was holding his hands together so there wasn’t much he could do at all if he woke up. She was nodding as Tara had seemed to have escaped. She was nowhere in sight. You suddenly stabbed Bailey in the stomach, making him wake up.

“Goodnight,” you spoke darkly before you stabbed him in the heart. He let out a gurgle, blood dripping out of his mouth before he closed his eyes. You sighed, leaving the knife in his heart before you looked at Sam and smiled. She smiled back before she kissed you gently. 

“I love you,” she spoke gently, holding you close as she had one hand around you and the other on your stomach. Suddenly the door was shoved open and police walked in. You didn’t care as you just held onto Sam. 

You were safe.

[oharamwah]

ଓ + — soft boyfriend headcanons

boyfriend!miguel x fem!reader

contents : fluuuufff and some nsfw, super messy and all over the place. i’m telling u this is so unstructured.

no heavy nsfw but suggestive themes under the cut

posted august 1st - to be edited !

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work.

i’m so down bad for this man and he isn’t even real but that means i get to make up whatever headcanons i like abt what it’d be like to date him 😋

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♡ i just wanna get straight to the point — miguel’s kisses are soooo. mmph.

♡ he’s the type to keep things at a small peck when others are around or when you two are a little busy and on your feet

♡ like he’ll be at work like always and you’ll pop into his home office just to drop off a snack and he’ll pull you closer by your chin to kiss you DKSJDHSKLD

♡ and when he’s working from home and he’s in sweatpants (a rare sight for many) and he has his thin wiry dad glasses on oh my

♡ buuuut, but. this man knows how to kiss properly too

♡ also we all know miguel is bossy, and this applies both in and out of the workplace

♡ he is huuuuuge on princess treatment

♡ making sure you barely have to lift a finger to do anything when he’s around, especially during intimate hours

♡ he is big on aftercare, never wants you to feel any pain during or after sex. well, with some exceptions. all he wants is for you to feel good. so, if you ask him for a tummy massage or a back rub, he’ll do it no hesitation.

♡ like ok i’m not gonna make this an nsfw hc post but… spanking 🤗

♡ anyway.. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to keep lots of baby wipes and deodorant and any girly things you’d need in a separate bathroom cupboard, exclusively for you and when you stay the night

♡ speaking of, refuses to let you pay for anything when you’re out shopping. say you walk by the department store and you remember that you ran out of pads or shampoo, he has it covered

♡ he’s just so… idk he loves taking care of you in every aspect.

♡ y’know when boyfriends carry their girlfriend’s bridal style when their high heels hurt their feet ?? yeah that’s miguel.

♡ again, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. even if your shoulder bag is just a little too heavy, he’s got it

♡ always reminds you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

♡ you’ll be getting ready for a fancy dinner party and you’re staring at yourself in the mirror feeling a little self conscious, poking and pinching at parts of your tummy, arms, anything you felt insecure about at the time

♡ and instead of letting you know that he saw you, he’d come up from behind you and just start showering you with compliments and butterfly kisses

♡ because the last thing he wants is for you to feel even more insecure because you got caught, he just wants you to know what he thinks about you

♡ “so pretty my angel, is that a new dress?”

♡ he’d ask, knowing he’s the one that bought it

♡ *kiss* “you do your makeup differently today?” *kiss* “i like it, honey.”

♡ AGGHH he’s just too sweet. he always knows how to make you feel comfortable.

♡ king of small kind gestures because even though he could compliment you and all that jazz, you find that he doesn’t really say “i love you” that often. instead, he shows it to you

♡ he knows exactly how you like your eggs, down to the amount of salt and pepper you use

♡ he also knows you like peeling your own oranges but you always struggle to start them, so he’d use his fangs to peel a little piece for you to peel from

♡ and he pre-slices all the lemons because he knows you like lemon water but you kinda suck at using knives

♡ if you leave your glasses/sunnies at his place, he’ll take it upon himself to clean them for you

♡ knows the kinds of snacks you like on movie nights so he stocks up on them, never leaving his pantry empty. no, he never eats snacks, but he knows you do <3

♡ he’s also the type to drive you out wherever and whenever you want. night drives, sunset viewing, anything you wanna do he’s willing to take you there. you’re his passenger princess!!

♡ also omg so random but i feel like he’s lowkey insecure of his fangs. like he knows they can be a bit intimidating and cause some worry, so whenever he smiles around you he tries to keep them inside but they just peek out his lips and it’s skfkskfj so cute

♡ and when he laughs he covers his mouth so sometimes you have to place your hand over his, and he’ll look at you all “what..?” and you’ll peel his hand back and be all cute about it

♡ “show me your smileee” and he gets all SHYYY

♡ he’s definitely the angry/grumpy shy with you, he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed about being shy or flustered but he also kinda enjoys the feeling

♡ sorry this is so unorganized but i just had another thought

♡ he’s just so familiar with being in the same bed as you by now that he can tell when somethings wrong just by the movements you’re making

♡ or if you’re shifting around a lot in your spot, he won’t say anything but he’ll grab onto your waist to let you know he’s there and he’ll pull you a bit closer so you feel more at ease

♡ AND EVEN IF YOU ARENT IN HIS BED, he’ll never go into your spot. that’s your spot. though he does take the pillow and hug it sometimes. sometimes..

♡ he even washes your pillowcase more often than he washes his sheets because he knows how particular you are about your skincare and haircare

♡ but he’s also super particular about his own hygiene, constantly freshening himself up with like spray deodorants and stuff. and a lot of mouth wash. he takes dental care very seriously.

♡ like he even reminds you to floss every night and prepares you a cup of mouth wash and seals it with a kiss hehdheh

♡ that man is so clean. deadass. he works so hard yes but he always makes sure to be clean because the last thing he wants is to be a loser that SMELLS bad (LOLLDFKMSM)

♡ you’re the only person he’ll listen to when it comes to bedtime

♡ he’s always being scolded by his colleagues to get more sleep because his under eyes are getting darker than a winter night sky

♡ but he always just brushes them off — unless it’s you

♡ he’s actually kinda nervous to make you upset. like he could never even dream of making you upset or mad at him he couldn’t handle that

♡ you two never argue, you only have very passionate debates

♡ you’re usually right in the end, and he accepts that. he just hates when you two disagree. so when apologizing for being stubborn and making you upset, he speaks in a way softer tone than he would anyone else. it’s a bit higher than his normal voice and it’s very airy, very comforting and apologetic

♡ he’s just such a softie for youuuu waoooowwww

♡ anyway i’m gonna post this and come back to it when i have new ideas instead of posting a bunch of separate ones <3 enjoy angels !

[taters169]

Tin Drabbles

Dark

Masterlist

The first few days living with this new human were weird. Michael had been allowed to eat as much as he'd wanted, sleep as much as he'd liked and generally been left to his own devices. He hadn't ventured much further than the kitchen table other than a few trips to the bathroom where again he'd been left alone to bathe in private without a strict time limit. Definitely weird. Bit by bit Michael started to feel slightly less tense, and with every passing day when he wasn't hurt or humiliated he started to hope that maybe that part of his life was really over.

It had been so long since he'd felt safe. His mother had died when he was very young and her couldn't remember much about her, just a little tune she would hum to herself when she was sewing. It had just been him and his dad since then and he'd been taken out to start learning how to borrow when he was 10. He'd never been as good at it as his dad but he was keen to learn and eager to help. Then his dad died when he was 15, he'd had a nasty cut from a nail and got really sick. Michael had even borrowed some medicine from the humans cupboard but it must not have been the right kind because after a few days his dad was gone.

All alone in the world Michael had carried on as best he could, the human in his house was an old lady who lived alone but when she died a new human moved in. Michael knew he would have nightmares about that man until the day he died. It was just meant to be a quick trip along the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, he'd taken a couple of grapes from the fruit bowl and was on his way back home when the lights suddenly switched on and he was seen.

Michael shuddered wanting to push away the memories of that horrible man.

Vince didn't seem like that at all, he seemed to actually want to be friends. Michael just wanted to know for certain so he decided to test his limits

"Vince?" Said Michael one evening as they finished their dinner

"Yeah bud?" Vince replied

"Um, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to sleep somewhere else tonight?" Michael asked nervously

"Yeah of course you can! You don't need my permission for stuff you know you can do as you like! Where were you thinking of?"

"I'd like to try in the walls" said Michael

"In... the walls?" Asked Vince confused

"Um that's where Borrowers usually live, in the gaps in the walls or under the floor boards." Answered Michael nervously

"Oh OK, is that so you can stay hidden?"

"Yes. It's meant to be somewhere humans can't reach"

"Ok so do we just knock a hole into the plaster?"

Michael chuckled at the human being willing to wreck his home to help him "no I'm sure I can find a gap somewhere, there's usually space under the sink where the pipes come in"

Michael was right there was a tight gap where he could squeeze in around the pipes under the kitchen sink. Vince had provided him with a new hook and string as well as a pin to use as a weapon if needed. He'd thought being back in the walls would give him that sense of safety he'd been missing for so long. He'd always been safe in the walls but now the darkness wasn't comforting. The tight space felt like it was closing in around him Michael closed his eyes and tried to breathe through his oncoming panic attack but with his eyes shut he could see the face of his captor laughing as he was closed into the tin. He couldn't breathe he had to get out.

A moment later he was back under the sink thankful for the light where Vince hadn't closed the cupboard door yet. He fell to his hands and knees sobbing and crying to get his breathing back under control

Vince noticed Michael back sooner than he'd expected but when he saw how upset the little man was he dropped to his knees to get a better look

"Michael! What happened are you OK? Are you hurt?"

Michael just shook his head not trusting himself to speak yet

"Can I pick you up?" Asked Vince

Michael gave a small nod and was gently scooped up into Vince's hand. Holding him to his chest Vince gently rubbed his thumb down the little man's back like he had done that first day. Michael gripped onto the huge shirt in front of him and sobbed.

Eventually the crying quieted and stopped but Vince kept gently stroking down his back.

"Sorry" sniffed Michael quietly rubbing his face and trying to pull himself together

"Don't be daft, nothing to apologise for. Are you OK?"

Michael sighed deeply "no, not really"

"You can try again later if you like?"

"Urgh! I hate this!" Exclaimed Michael. "Small dark spaces are meant to be safe, to feel safe. But all I could think of is being trapped in that tin again, thinking I was about to die. How is it that I'm free of him and still not free of him? It's not fair" Michael began to cry softly again.

"Give it time, give yourself a break. You said you were stuck with that guy for years right? Well it's barely been a week of course you're still gonna struggle. I'm positive it will get easier with time" Vince lifted Michael so he was at eye level and gently brushed a tear from the tiny man's cheek. "You know the offer still stands to beat the shit out of that guy, you just tell me where he lives and I'll go tear him a new arsehole"

Michael chuckled softly and hugged the giant thumb, "We moved 3 or 4 times when I was with him I wouldn't know where to start. I don't even know his name, he always insisted on 'master' or 'sir'. "

"What do you want to do about sleeping then? Do you want to try something else?" Asked Vince

"I dont know what else to try, I've always either lived in the walls or in a cage" replied Michael sadly

"Ok so we need somewhere that's your space, that you can get to easily but not feel trapped or in the dark" Vince said as he began wandering around his flat still holding Michael in his hands "what about the bookcase? I could empty out the bottom shelf?"

"Um yeah that could work" said Michael "as long as its not too much bother"

"No bother at all! Here look" Vince placed Michael on the floor by the bookcase and started removing books from the shelf. When the shelf was about half empty he arranged the books in stacks on the floor in front so that the empty space behind was partially hidden. He fetched the blanket that Michael had been using as a makeshift bed and put it on the empty shelf

"How's that?" Asked Vince

Michael stepped into the space, it was small enough to be cosy without feeling trapped, covered enough to feel private without being too dark

"Its perfect" said Michael with a smile

"We can definitely work on it, set up something more permanent for you. I'm off work tomorrow I'm sure we can get at least the bones of a house up for you. Oh wait a sec I've got an idea" Vince suddenly stood up making Michael back up nervously. The giant returned a moment later with a small pen torch. He clicked it on to show Michael how it worked then placed it on the blanket

"This way if something spooks you, you can switch on the light. Or you can leave it on all night if you like" said Vince

"Thank you" said Michael, genuinely touched by the gesture. He could feel tears threatening to fall again. Blinking them back he walked towards the giant's hand resting his smaller one on top of Vince's finger. "Thank you for everything" he said smiling up at the kind giant

Vince smiled back and gently brushed his thumb over the tiny hand

"Happy to help, you deserve to feel safe Michael. Anything I can do to help that just let me know"

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

He’s Like Me

This is an autistic Morty oneshot I’ve been sitting on for a while because I didn’t know where to go with it. I’m still not too happy with the ending but I think this is the best I’m gonna get it lol.

Summary: Morty is keeping a secret from Rick and Rick wants to know what it is. Hurt/comfort. ~3k words

Warnings for mentions of ableism (including internalised ableism).

Rick suddenly snaps back into reality after being absorbed in his latest project to find that his bladder is full and his stomach is rumbling. A glance at the clock tells him it’s been at least four hours of uninterrupted work. It’s not unusual for Rick to get so into something that he can spend hours at a time on it without a break, and four hours is fairly mild for him. Still, now that he’s aware of his body’s needs, he can no longer ignore them.

Standing up from his desk, he stretches his back and arms, hearing the former crack in a way that’s half-satisfying, half-concerning. The joys of ageing, he thinks wryly. He lets out a groan and makes his way to the bathroom.

Once his most pressing need has been satisfied, he directs his attention towards food and drink. He makes his way down the stairs, the usual family hubbub sounding from the kitchen. As he approaches, he can begin to make out details that indicate that it, in fact, isn’t the usual family hubbub. The raised voices, while not uncommon in the Smith household, are laced with strong emotions that betray a deeper conflict at hand. Rick pauses outside the kitchen, trying to decide whether it’s worth getting involved or if it would be easier to simply travel off-planet for some dinner instead.

“Mom, p-please don’t tell Rick!” he hears Morty cry out, a note of fear in his voice. Rick frowns, wondering what secret Morty wants to keep from him and why.

“Now, sweetie, come on, I think it would be good for him to know. It’s not anything definite yet, anyway, and if he knows, maybe he can help you.” Beth speaks as if trying not to frighten a wild animal, a tone Rick remembers using himself when she was little.

“No! Y-you don’t get it, Mom! It’s alright for you, you’re not the one being told there’s something wrong with you! You’re smart, like him! Rick already thinks I’m dumb, what is he going to think if he hears about this?” 

OK, now Rick’s really starting to get worried. He takes a moment to set his face into a mask of disinterest before entering the kitchen.

“What am I going to think if I hear about what?” he asks, trying to keep his tone casual and unbothered.

“N-nothing!” Morty blurts out, too quickly to appear innocent even if Rick hadn’t overheard the conversation.

Beth takes a deep breath. “Dad, Morty’s got a new teacher, and she thinks-”

“No! I told you not to tell him! Why do you never listen to me?” Morty shouts, tears running down his cheeks, and storms out of the room. The family hears his footsteps stomping up the stairs and the door to his room slam.

“Geez, wh-what’s with him?” Rick asks, quirking a thumb in the direction of the door, disguising his concern with an air of annoyed detachment. Beth opens her mouth to respond, but Jerry jumps in.

“Morty’s just a little upset about something his new teacher said in our meeting with her. I’m sure he’ll come down when he’s feeling better.” 

Something in his tone is unusually protective and harsh, directed at both Beth and Rick, his eyes flicking between them both. While Rick usually isn’t fond of Jerry’s behaviour, he feels a grudging respect for the man’s ability to actually grow a spine and stick up for Morty for once.

“Jerry, don’t you think we should tell him?” Beth stage whispers to Jerry.

“Beth, don’t you think we should respect Morty’s privacy?”

Rick tunes out the conversation, not interested in their usual bickering, and instead makes for the fridge. He roots around inside, grabbing a drink, then reaches for the cupboard door. Beth breaks the argument to turn to him. 

“Oh, Dad, dinner’s almost ready. Don’t spoil your appetite.” her tone changes seamlessly from angry to bright as she shifts her attention from Jerry to Rick. Rick drops his hand from the pack of wafers he was reaching for and sits down at the table, sprawling out in his chair as he waits.

“Morty, Summer, dinner!” Beth shouts to the kids and begins plating food. One bedroom door swings open and Summer comes down to join them, scrolling idly on her phone. 

Beth turns around to see only one of her children present and sighs. “Summer, get Morty.”

“Morty!” Summer shouts, not looking up from her phone. Rick has to give it to her, the volume is deafening. There’s no way Morty could have missed it.

“Ugh, that’s not what I meant.” Beth pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You know what, fuck it, if he doesn’t want to eat, that’s his problem.”

Four-fifths of the Smith family eat in relative silence, Rick taking advantage of the quiet to try to figure out what’s going on. Morty still hasn’t appeared by the time they’ve finished.

“Do you think I should go check on him? Take some dinner up to his room?” Jerry suggests.

“What? Jerry, no, it’s just a tantrum. He’s at that age. If he’s old enough to be a moody teenager, he’s old enough to heat up his own food when he misses dinner.” Beth replies dismissively.

“I’ll go.” Rick offers, trying to sound bored. Beth seems surprised, but doesn’t question her father. Rick takes the untouched plate of food and heads upstairs to Morty’s room. 

“Morty?” he calls, knocking on the door. No response. 

“Morty?” he calls again, slightly louder, continuing to drum his knuckles. Still getting no response, he barges his way in.

The room is dark except for the light Rick is letting in from the hallway. Morty is curled up on his bed, facing the wall and clutching a pillow to his chest.

“Morty?” he allows his voice to soften slightly.

“Go away, Rick.” Morty’s voice, already quiet and strained, is muffled from speaking into the pillow.

Rick sits gently on the edge of Morty’s bed.

“Look, wh-whatever this is, I’m gonna find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me now and get it over with.”

Morty turns to face Rick, seeming surprised. His eyes are red and swollen, and Rick feels a pang of hurt at the idea that Morty is this upset at the idea of Rick finding out… whatever it is he’s hiding.

“M-Mom and Dad didn’t tell you?” he asks hopefully.

“Nope. I just came here to give you this since, y’know, you didn’t bother to come down for dinner.” he keeps his gruff facade in place as he holds out the plate of food.

Morty sits up and takes the plate from him, setting it on his lap but making no move to eat it. He hesitates in the way Rick has come to know means he’s building himself up to ask something. Rick reels in an impatient urge to demand that Morty just spit it out.

“R-Rick?” Morty stammers. “You, um, w-would it be OK if… there was something wrong with me?”

Rick snorts to hide the concern he’s feeling. “Buddy, there’s already plenty of stuff wrong with you. Wh-wh-what’s one more thing?”

Morty winces at this comment, and Rick knows he’s fucked it up. “Yeah, but what if it was something… something actually wrong with me? Like, medically.”

OK, now Rick’s really confused. What is medically wrong with Morty that could be picked up by a school teacher?

“Morty, I can take you to any number of super advanced alien hospitals. Hell, I could probably fix it myself, if you just tell me what it is.”

Morty withdraws into himself even more. “I, um, I don’t think it’s something that can be fixed.”

“For cry-for God’s sake, Morty, what is it?” Rick demands. Morty refuses to answer, refuses to even look at him. Rick waits for as long as his patience can take, but Morty doesn’t yield. Feeling frustrated and defeated, Rick gets up and leaves to find an answer elsewhere.

He hears the rest of the family in the kitchen, and decides to ask them, when he’s distracted by an envelope on the couch with the distinct look of a letter from school. He reaches inside and pulls out Morty’s report card, scanning past the grades, which don’t interest him at the best of times, let alone now. He’s about to give up when he notices another sheet of paper inside the envelope. Unfolding it, he reads,

‘We recommend Morty for ASD assessment. If you wish to proceed or learn more, please contact-’ 

Rick stops reading. ASD? Autism? That’s it? The kid was acting like he had terminal cancer or something. Besides, Rick could’ve told Morty he was autistic within minutes of meeting him.

However, his indignation fades as stronger emotions take its place. He remembers the way he was treated as a child, the way adults talked about him like he couldn’t hear them, like there was something wrong with him. Like he was evil, or stupid, or something to be pitied. He remembers the way other children reacted to him, able to tell that he was different even at their young age. He remembers conversations between his parents late at night when they thought he was asleep, not quite hushed enough to avoid him overhearing. 

Rick swallows hard and pushes the memories away. Instead, a sinking feeling sets in as he realises that not only is Morty now experiencing these exact same thoughts and emotions, but that Morty thinks Rick will treat him like this. The feeling is some sort of sickening mix of shame and anger that curdles uncomfortably in his stomach. 

Rick turns to go back upstairs and speak to Morty, only to be met with Jerry.

“Did you read it?” Jerry asks.

“N-not now, Jerry.” Rick tries to brush past him, but Jerry catches his wrist to stop him. 

“Rick, wait.” 

Rick yanks his arm out of Jerry’s grasp, fighting the urge to rub away the residual feeling of touch. 

“You know I don’t like you taking Morty out on these adventures. If I had my way, you wouldn’t see him at all. But whatever you do, don’t you dare start treating him differently because of this, got it?” 

Jerry’s tone is surprisingly defensive in a way Rick never expected from the man. Sure, his voice is shaky and he’s clearly on edge, but he’s actually standing up for Morty. Still, Rick resents the implication that he’s the same as the people who made his own childhood hell.

“Jesus, Jerry, wh-wh-what do you think I am, some sort of monster? Why do you think I don’t like Morty going to that school in the first place? Why do you think I dropped out? It’s not a place for smart people, Jerry!” 

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Rick knows he’s given too much away. Just the reminder of his own childhood has regressed him into a weak little kid who can’t hide his feelings. Thankfully, Jerry’s too shocked to respond, so Rick takes the opportunity to slip past him and make his way up to Morty’s room.

He doesn’t bother to knock this time, barging right in. Morty is lying on his front with his face buried in his pillow, his body shaking, the plate of food untouched on his desk. Rick sits on the bed again and rests a hand gently between Morty’s shoulders, feeling the boy trembling.

“Morty, it’s OK. I know.” he forces the words out, his voice toneless. Morty turns and lifts his head, looking at Rick through fearful, teary eyes. Rick takes a breath before continuing.

“It’s OK, Morty. M-m-me too.”

“You’re…?”

“Autistic, yeah.”

Morty sits up and throws himself at Rick with such speed and force it takes Rick a second to understand what’s happening. Morty clings to Rick, sobbing into his chest. Rick hesitates before wrapping his arms around the boy, one hand gently stroking his shoulder.

“Sh, Morty, it’s OK.”

Rick remembers his own past and squeezes Morty tighter. When Beth was born, he’d worried about her experiencing what he’d had to, sworn that he would shield her from judgement if she had been like him, but… well, she’d never made it that far. Now, with his grandson shaking in his arms, he feels those protective feelings bubble up all over again.

Gradually, he hears and feels Morty start to calm down and eventually, Morty pulls back, wiping his eyes.

“So is it… OK? That I might be autistic?”

“Kiddo, there’s no ‘might’ about it.” Rick feels Morty tense and quickly scrambles to make him feel better. “I-i-it’s fine, Morty! It’s not something bad. It’s just another variable of humanity, like… like the shape of your nose. You got my nose, dontcha?” 

Morty nods, but doesn’t look convinced. “But… I’m not smart like you.”

“Morty, nobody is smart like me, I’m a genius. Everyone else is dumb to me, even all these other so-called ‘smart people’.”

“So… you’re not smart because of autism? I thought autism made you either like a super-genius or dumb.”

“What? No, Morty, you’ve been watching too much bad TV. A-anyway, you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. Autism is just… your brain works differently to other people. Sometimes it makes you smart, sometimes it doesn’t.” 

Morty is quiet for a second, mulling this over. “My teacher said that’s why I’m struggling in school. You never struggled in school.”

Rick feels a reflexive burst of anger at that assumption, but tries to fight it back. 

“Morty, I struggled in school so much I dropped out. I struggled so much I ran away from home.” 

Again, the truth spills out more than he wants it to, the emotion eroding his filter. Morty looks at him in shock.

“What?”

“N-n-not that I’m saying you should do that, Morty. Y-y-you need to stay here so you can go on adventures with me.”

“What? No, Rick, that’s not what I mean. I-I don’t get it. You’re a genius, how did you struggle?”

Rick shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. 

“I didn’t like the way they treated me, like I was an annoyance, or a pity project, or a problem. They didn’t get me, I didn’t get them. They wanted me to do things the way they wanted, when they wanted. I didn’t like that. If they thought I was too smart to be struggling, they didn’t believe me, thought I was just being difficult. If they just saw me as a problem, they didn’t believe I was smart enough to do things myself or make my own decisions. I-I had to constantly act, just so they’d believe I was competent. It’s tiring, pretending to be someone you’re not all day, everyday, just to be treated like anyone else. I got tired of it, left so I could be with people who didn’t care what I did.”

Somewhere in his story, Rick realises his hands have curled into balls and his leg is bouncing. He pulls out his flask and swigs from it, partially for the enticing numbness promised by the alcohol, but mostly to give himself time to rein in his emotions before continuing.

“Out there in space, Morty, they don’t care. They don’t even know what a human is, let alone how humans should act. I-i-if an alien thinks you’re weird because you breathe oxygen and have hair, they don’t give a shit if you flap your hands o-or don’t know when it’s your turn to speak o-o-or whatever.”

“So I can only be normal to people who already think my species is weird enough that they have no idea what I’m supposed to behave like?” Morty responds despondently.

“No, Morty, I’m saying it doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want.”  

Morty doesn’t respond to that, and Rick remains silent. Eventually, Morty speaks up.

“I-I always knew I was different, y’know? I could never make friends or-or understand things as easy as other kids could. But hearing my teacher talk about me like there was something wrong with me… it made it real.”

Morty’s words choke themselves into silence as he ends the sentence. Rick can’t reply, emotions hijacking his brain. He pulls Morty back into a hug instead. After a moment, Morty continues, his voice quiet and muffled against Rick’s shoulder.

“A-and I know I’m not smart like you, or Mom, or Summer, and I thought that if you knew there was something wrong with me… you might not take me on adventures anymore. Or you might get a new Morty instead. One that’s not… broken.”

“Hey, stop that.” Rick scolds Morty, shaking him gently. “You’re not broken, OK? Neither of us are.” 

“Y-you mean it, Rick?”

“Course I do, buddy.”

Morty nestles into him even closer and Rick feels his grip tighten without meaning to.

“Thank you.” he hears Morty mumble, so quietly he almost can’t hear it.

After a while, Morty loosens his grip and Rick responds in kind. Morty pulls back to wipe at his eyes before his stomach growls loudly.

“Oh. I guess I should eat, huh?” he chuckles sheepishly.

Both of their gazes turn simultaneously to the plate of food on Morty’s desk. Rick has to admit, it wasn’t the best even when it was fresh, but after sitting out for a while it looks outright unappetising.

“You wanna go to that place we found on Epsilon 12?” he finds himself offering.

“Really?” Morty asks, finally seeming to perk up.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

Rick rests a hand on Morty’s shoulder as he shoots a portal and guides his grandson through it. It might be too late to shield Morty from discrimination completely, but he resolves to try his best anyway.

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I have nothing if I don't have you

(Chapter 2)

Kriiiiing!

Kakashi hated that sound. The sound of the alarm clock beside his bed. It's not the alarm's fault. The alarm had carried out its task according to its orders, waking Kakashi at 6 o'clock.

But Kakashi was still reluctant to wake up. He still felt tired and sleepy, because just like the previous days, he had difficulty sleeping at night. This has happened every night, since 2 years ago, since Rin suddenly left his side, left their family, left their home.... by only leaving a message on a piece of paper that she had decided to pursue her dream long ago, to become a famous actress. Rin couldn't be contacted either. Her cellphone number is not active. The emails that Kakashi sent were never answered. Her social media is also not up to date. Even when Kakashi contacted Rin's mother, she answered that she didn't know where Rin was.

Kakashi got up and reluctantly walked to the bathroom. However, he still had to get ready for work.

After showering and getting dressed, Kakashi went down to the kitchen, heated water to make coffee and baked a slice of bread, not 4 as usual, because today there would be someone else preparing breakfast for his three children. Well... at least starts from today, his daily duties will be lighter.

The water kettle makes a sound indicating that the water inside has boiled. Kakashi turned off the stove and left the kettle for 10 minutes so that the coffee wouldn't be too hot. While waiting 10 minutes, as usual he fiddled with his smartphone, skimmed the news and checked his email.

When he was about to pour hot water into a cup containing instant coffee, his doorbell rang. Kakashi looked at the wall clock in the kitchen. 7 o'clock. It must be Tenzo. On time like yesterday. He put the kettle down and walked to open the door.

"Good morning, Sir!" Tenzo greeted excitedly when Kakashi opened the door.

Kakashi was a bit surprised by Tenzo's enthusiasm. It felt like he still couldn't believe that the person standing in front of him was a man. His long brunet hair was still flowing like yesterday and he was still wearing a t-shirt with a cat on it, jeans and a sling bag. His wide eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Umm...Is something wrong, sir?" Tenzo asked

"Oh...no...nothing... Good morning, tenzo. Please come in."

"Thank you, sir." Tenzo bowed and went into the house.

"The children will wake up in a moment. Please prepare breakfast and lunch, then take them to school. All the food ingredients are in the refrigerator. If you need to buy groceries, please use the money in the drawer."

"Roger that, sir!"

"Do you know where their school is?"

"I know, sir!"

"Good. The car key is in the glove compartment. And they have to be at school before 8."

"Don't worry, sir! You can count on me." Tenzo said while clenching his right hand.

"Okay then, I'll go now."

Kakashi sipped his coffee, took his toast with his right hand, took his briefcase and car key with his left hand, then went to the office.

After Kakashi left, Tenzo walked towards the kitchen, looked at what food or drinks were available, both in the cupboard and in the refrigerator, then thought about what breakfast and lunch he could make with the existing food ingredients. It didn't take long for Tenzo to get an idea of ​​what to make.

Kriiiiiiiing....there was an alarm sound from upstairs.

"It must be Sakura, Sai, and Naruto's alarm. OK, I'll start cooking..." Tenzo said to himself while clenching his fists.

A few moments later, sakura and sai came down. As usual, Sakura went down the stairs lazily, yawning, stretching her body, and rubbing her eyes. Meanwhile Sai came down with a pale, expressionless face.

"Good morning!" Tenzo said cheerfully.

Sakura and Sai were surprised, partly because they weren't used to seeing Tenzo in the kitchen that morning, and partly because at the dining table there were 3 plates of sandwiches and 3 glasses of orange juice. Usually they only see toast and milk.

"Enjoy your breakfast." Tenzo said smiling. "In a moment, I'll finish making your lunch and then I'll take you to school.

Sakura and Sai looked at each other. Then they sat down and took sandwiches on their plates.

Sakura looked at the sandwich in her hand, took a bite, then chewed slowly. She then felt something on her tongue. "That's really great..." she said...in her heart...she didn't want his praise to be heard by Tenzo who was busy preparing lunch.

Meanwhile Sai was holding a sandwich while watching Sakura next to him. Sai became curious. He then started eating his sandwich. He stopped for a moment after taking the first bite, because he also felt that the sandwich was very delicious. But sai is not as expressive as sakura even though it is only in the heart. The fact that he continues to eat his sandwich until it's finished is a sign that he likes it.

Tenzo finished preparing his lunch, then looked at Sakura and Sai. They were both finishing their orange juice. Then Tenzo realized, Naruto hadn't come down yet.

"Umm...where is Naruto?" Tenzo asked.

"That lazy boy must be still in his bed..." Sakura answered nonchalantly.

Tenzo went up and headed for the only room whose door was still closed. That must be Naruto's room, thought Tenzo. He knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he opened it slowly. Naruto's room was a mess. Toys and clothes were scattered here and there. Naruto himself was still asleep under his blanket. Tenzo approached and sat next to Naruto.

"Naruto...come on, get up. It's time for you to get ready for school..." said Tenzo.

No answer.

Tenzo sat next to Naruto and touched him gently. "Naruto...come on, wake up..."

"Uuuh...I don't want to wake up..."

"But you have to go to school..."

"I don't want to go to school..." Naruto answered while still closing his eyes.

"Why you do not want?"

"Anyway, I don't want to." he answered while covering his face with the blanket.

"If you don't go to school, you won't be able to meet your teacher, you won't be able to play with your friends..."

"I don't like school. I don't want to meet teachers. I don't want to play with friends." Naruto answered from under the blanket.

Tenzo thought. He had to find a way to get Naruto to wake up and go to school.

"Naruto...do you like ice cream?"

Naruto was silent for a moment, then answered "Like..."

"How about I buy you ice cream. There's a new ice cream shop near the school. If you want, you can choose the flavor of ice cream you want, you can choose the toppings you like, and you can eat as much as you want." Tenzo said

"Really????" Naruto opened the blanket.

Tenzo nodded with a smile.

"Yeeeaaaahhh.....I want ice cream!"

"But there is one condition..."

"Oh nooo! What's that????"

"You have to go to school."

Naruto's enthusiasm immediately died out.

"How about that" Tenzo asked

"Umm... okay... but... can you accompany me while at school? I don't want to be left behind..." said Naruto.

Tenzo smiled and nodded.

"Now go downstairs for breakfast and get ready to go. OK?"

Soon everything was ready on the terrace. When Tenzo was locking the door, Naruto said...

"Sakura...lace my shoes..."

"Do it yourself, lazy!" Sakura answered.

"Sai..." said naruto

"Don't want to." Sai answered flatly.

"Naruto, why don't you tie your own shoes?" Tenzo asked.

"Because he's a spoiled and lazy child. It's his father who always strings him along..." said Sakura. Naruto whined while stomping his feet.

Tenzo knelt in front of Naruto, leveled his eyes with Naruto's, then held his shoulders. "Listen Naruto. I will teach you how to tie shoes. Pay attention, because starting tomorrow you have to tie your own shoes..."

"Don't want to!"

"If you don't want to, then you go to school without shoes, and maybe everyone at school will look at you strange and even laugh at you..." said Tenzo firmly.

"Uughhh.....alright...." said Naruto reluctantly.

Tenzo sighed then smiled. "You're a great kid, Naruto. I'm sure you can tie your own shoes. Now pay attention..." Tenzo started tying Naruto's shoes slowly.

"Well, it's easy, right? You can do it. Alright, let's go. Don't be late for school." And finally, the four of them went to school.

Konoha Corp is one of the large contracting companies in the city. The office building is magnificent and very artistic. After driving for half an hour, Kakashi's car finally arrived at the basement parking level. After parking his car, Kakashi walked towards the elevator. Usually he has to run because he is late after taking his children to school. But today he could walk casually to the elevator.

Kakashi entered the elevator together with 3 female employees. The three of them immediately became embarrassed, gave each other codes, and straightened their makeup. It was clear that they were happy to be in the same elevator as Kakashi, and it was no longer a secret that many female employees were attracted to Kakashi. Kakashi himself never cared about it because he wasn't interested at all.

Since Rin left 2 years ago, Kakashi decided to focus all his thoughts, feelings and energy only on his three children and his work. He didn't want to think about falling in love or anything like that at all.

Finally the elevator arrived at the 10th floor. The marketing floor. Kakashi walked towards his room. As a marketing manager, of course he has his own room. He put his bag away and turned on the computer.

"Wow...wow...what a surprise! Who's here so early?" Who's Genma?

"Aren't you always late, Kakashi?" Gai said.

"Morning Genma...morning Gai..." Kakashi greeted his two subordinates. Even though they were subordinates, they were kakashi's close friends.

"You didn't take your children to school? It's not Sunday, right?" Genma said as he sat at Kakashi's table.

"Someone has already taken them..." answered Kakashi while looking at his computer screen.

"Oh...who?" Gai asked as he sat down and crossed his legs on the chair across from Kakashi's desk.

"New nanny." Kakashi answered without looking away from the computer screen.

"Oooh... you finally got a new nanny..." said Gai.

"She must be a middle-aged woman, with a firm face, gentle eyes that can suddenly turn scary sharp, white hair pulled back into a bun, and a long-sleeved shirt and long skirt, right?" Genma guessed while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Umm... not really. The new nany is 3 years younger than me, with a couple wide and soft eyes, long brunet hair, not in a ponytail or bun, and so far always wears a t-shirt with a cat picture on it and jeans..."

"Really??? That means she must be so beautiful, right?" Gai asked excitedly while leaning towards Kakashi.

Kakashi thought. Tenzo may looks pretty, but he's a male....

"Who's so beautiful?" A voice from the doorway startled kakashi, genma and gai. That's Anko, the main manager of the architectural section at Konoha Corp and the only daughter of the director.

"Genma met a middle-aged woman, with a firm face, gentle eyes that could suddenly turn scary sharp, white hair pulled back into a bun, and wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a long skirt. And Gai thinks that the woman was so beautiful... "Kakashi replied casually.

Anko wore a clueless expression. How could a woman like that be so beautiful? "Genma and Gai are weird..." thought Anko.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Anko?" Kakashi asked.

"Here are some documents. Dad wants you to study them." Anko said as she walked to Kakashi's table.

"Oh... thank you. Sorry for bothering you. Why didn't the director just call me to his room..." said Kakashi

"Because I my self offered to take it here..." answered Anko while placing the document right in front of Kakashi and blinking one eye. "Okay. See you soon, Ka-ka-shi..." Anko turned and walked out of Kakashi's room.

"She didn't even care we were both in this room too..." Gai said with teary eyes.

"Well...it can't be helped. It's clear she likes Kakashi..." said Genma.

"You're really lucky, Kakashi. All the female employees, even the director's daughter, like you. You just have to choose which one you like to go on a date with..." said Gai.

"I'm not interested..." Kakashi answered while opening the document from the director.

"None of them caught your attention?????" Genma asked.

"Nope..." Kakashi answered briefly.

"Why??? Aren't they all beautiful and smart... and there are also some who are very rich, like Anko..." asked Gai.

"I'm not interested in them at all. I'm more interested in the assignment I gave you two last week. Hand me the report now..." said Kakashi, who was greeted with unenthusiastic complaints from Genma and Gai.

Meanwhile...

Tenzo, Sakura, Sai, and Naruto arrive at school. Sakura and Sai walked towards their school building. Meanwhile Tenzo took Naruto to the building next to him. Tenzo kept his promise to Naruto, after taking Naruto to class, he sat on a park bench in the school yard, waiting for Naruto.

Two hours later several parents came to pick up their children at kindergarten. The school bell rang. Kindergarten children walk out of their classrooms. Some left the classroom by running excitedly to their parents who had come to pick them up, while others left the classroom casually while chatting.

Tenzo got up from his seat, waiting for Naruto to appear. Not long after, Naruto was seen. A happy expression appeared on his face to see Tenzo kept his promise to wait for him at school. He immediately ran towards Tenzo and immediately hide behind him. Tenzo was confused as to why Naruto was hiding behind him and holding his shirt tightly.

"Orphan...orphan..." shouted a boy, followed by the laughter of two other children next to him. They mocked Naruto as they walked away.

Naruto tightened his grip on Tenzo's shirt. After the children had left, he released his grip. Tenzo turned around, then knelt in front of Naruto.

"Naruto..." said Tenzo while touching his cheek gently.

"Why... why did mom leave..." Naruto struggled to hold back tears. Tenzo hugged Naruto, he himself didn't know who and where Naruto's mother was and didn't know what to say.

After a while, tenzo said "How about I keep my promise? Treat you ice cream?" Naruto nodded in his arms. Tenzo got up, carrying Naruto, then walked to a new ice cream shop not far from there.

As soon as he entered and saw the various colors and flavors of ice cream, various toppings, and various colorful balloons that could be taken for free, Naruto immediately forgot his sadness.

"Well, you can choose the flavors and toppings you like..." said Tenzo as he put Naruto down.

Not long after, Tenzo and Naruto were sitting on the bench in the school yard. Naruto enjoyed 3 flavors of ice cream with chocochip and sprinkles toppings in his right hand, while his left hand held a red balloon. Tenzo sat next to him enjoying vanilla ice cream with walnut topping.

"Is it delicious?" Tenzo asked. Naruto nodded as he continued to lick his ice cream.

"You like it?" Tenzo asked again. Naruto nodded again while licking his ice cream enthusiastically.

"Thank goodness...." Tenzo said.

When the ice cream was finished, Naruto raised both of his hands while exclaiming "It's really goooood!"

Tenzo smiled, then asked Naruto. "Umm...naruto, can I ask you something?"

Naruto nodded his head happily.

"Those kids...are they your friends?"

The happy expression on Naruto's face immediately disappeared. He lowered his hands, lowered his head, fell silent, then nodded slowly...

"Do they always do that to you?"

Naruto nodded.

"Is that what makes you not want to go to school?"

Naruto nodded again.

"How did you feel when they did like that?"

"I....I....I don't like....I don't like them calling me that. But...I also don't like that mom is gone...why is she gone...why?" Tears started to roll down Naruto's cheeks. "All the children are always dropped off and picked up by their mothers. When there are events at school, their mothers always come, but my mother doesn't..."

They were both silent for a moment. The wind blows softly...

"You know Naruto...I myself have never met my mother..." said Tenzo while looking forward.

Naruto raised his face, looking at Tenzo.

"My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. So I never saw her face directly, I never heard her voice, and she also never took me to school or came to my school when there were parent events."

"Then who takes you to school or comes to school when there are parent events?"

"My sister" answered Tenzo while smiling at Naruto. "I used to feel jealous when I saw other children being dropped off or picked up by their mothers. Some of the children also made fun of me. So I often cried and was angry about why my mother had to leave me so quickly. Then one day my sister said, instead of spending time and energy on crying and angry, wouldn't it be better if I focused on doing everything with the best I could do, so that I could make my mother or the people around me proud of me and happy. Since then I decided not to cry and get angry anymore. I decided to always do everything with the best effort that I can do and enjoy it. So my heart feels spacious and light. Then I can be the champion in class and I always get the best score in every subject. That made me don't have time to pay attention to the ridicule of my friends, so in the end they themselves stop mock me." Tenzo's gaze was still directed far ahead. Meanwhile Naruto was still looking at Tenzo next to him, with a look of surprise and admiration.

"So...how about you focus on doing the best you can in everything you should do, Naruto? And enjoy it? Since the first time I saw you, I knew and I was sure that you were a tough, strong and great child... Tenzo said while wiping the tears from Naruto's cheeks.

Naruto nodded and smiled at tenzo. Tenzo raised his right hand for a high five, and Naruto patted it firmly.

"All right. We still have an hour until Sakura and Sai finish school. How about we go shopping at the market?"

"Okay. I want to buy a lot of chocolate and candy!!!"

"No..."

"What?? Why???"

"You've eaten too many sweets today..."

"But I want chocolate and candy..."

"No."

"I want..."

"No."

The two of them continued to argue while walking casually to the nearest market.

That evening, after dinner, Sakura, Sai, and Naruto went to their rooms. At 7 o'clock Kakashi arrived home. When he opened the door, Tenzo was standing near the sofa.

"Welcome home, sir." Tenzo said with a warm smile. Kakashi was a bit surprised, because it was unusual for someone to greet him like that when he came home from work.

"Can I go home now, sir?

"Yes, of course. You can go home, Tenzo."

"Umm... I prepared dinner for you, sir. Just in case if you haven't had dinner yet..."

"Oh...thank you very much..."

"You're welcome sir." Tenzo said as he bowed, then took his bag and went out.

After closing the door, Kakashi went upstairs. When he entered Naruto's room, Kakashi was surprised because Naruto's room was very neat, not as messy as usual.

"Wow... I'm surprised your room is so neat. Was there just a storm that put everything back in its place?" Kakashi asked while sitting on the bed holding Naruto in his arms.

"I was competing to tidy up my room with Tenzo. Tenzo divided my room into two parts, I tidied up here and he tidied up over there. The loser has to treat the winner ice cream tomorrow."

"Oh... I see... Then, who's the lucky one who will get an ice cream treat tomorrow?"

"Of course I am!" Naruto answered happily. Kakashi laughed while rubbing Naruto's head.

"Tenzo also brought me lunch, bear-shaped rice balls, cute and tasted very good too..."

"Really? That's good."

"Umm....Dad...."

"Hmm?"

"Will Tenzo come here again tomorrow?"

"Of course. Tomorrow he will still work here. At least for the next 3 months. Why?"

"I want Tenzo here..."

"Are you sure? Usually you didn't like previous nannies?"

"But I like Tenzo. I want Tenzo here, dad...forever..."

"Ummmm....Well... let's see then..." answered Kakashi while hugging and kissing Naruto's head.

After saying good night to Naruto, Sai, and Sakura, Kakashi went down to the kitchen. Not like usual either, this time the kitchen was clean and tidy. On the table there is a square bowl. When Kakashi opened the lid, what was inside was beef lasagna. Kakashi sat down, took a fork, scooped up beef lasagna and put it in his mouth. Kakashi chewed it slowly. Delicious...so delicious, he thought.

Coincidentally, he himself hadn't had dinner either. Usually he orders fast food. Apparently Tenzo is good at cooking and tidying the house. Kakashi also didn't expect Tenzo to get close to Naruto so quickly.

Even though it was only Tenzo's first day working here, for some reason Kakashi felt that his house felt more.....hommey.

Then kakashi thought about Naruto's words earlier, "I want Tenzo here dad...forever...."

"For...ever?" Kakashi muttered.

To be continued.... :)

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They don’t get to change you

Asher/David

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Asher is involved in a hazing incident at college. David comforts him.

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Asher had never felt more humiliated in his life. He tried not to think about the nights events as he pressed the key card against the lock. With one arm clinging to his side, he used his spare hand to slide the door shut behind him without making too much noise. He knew David would be asleep.

It had made sense for them to share a dorm together when they went to college, even though they were doing two completely different courses. Even though Asher was messy and David was somewhat of a neat freak. Even though Asher was a night owl and David went to bed at 10pm almost every night. It had never even crossed his mind that they wouldn’t share a room together. God-knows they’d always shared everything else.

Well, almost everything else.

“Ash?”

Asher moved slowly over to the cupboard by the bathroom to grab a fresh towel. He knew David knew it was him. Pack could usually tell. David could always tell. It was more just his way of asking if everything was alright without actually asking.

Sometimes if Asher had been excited for a night out, he’d sit down and tell David about it whilst he was still half asleep. That way, Asher could get all his energy out whilst David at least got some level of rest.

To be fair to David he did at least try to listen, quiet ‘Huh's?’ and ‘Yeah’s’ morphing into soft snores and slow breaths. Asher didn’t mind, he knew he could be a lot at times.

But this time he really didn’t feel like keeping David up at till ass o-clock in the morning just to inform him that his new team had all turned out to be immature assholes.

“Asher?” David spoke a little louder this time.

Asher braced himself, forcing in a slightly deeper breath then he could manage. “Yeah buddy it’s me. Sorry didn’t mean to wake you.” He cringed at the way his voice broke slightly, grabbing some clean boxers and a t-shirt and standing up as tall as he could. Like it would make him seem sturdy.

He could hear the bedsheets ruffling again, as if David was sitting up. Shit he’d noticed. Of course, he’d noticed, Asher was never this quiet.

“Are you ok?”

David’s voice was rougher and deeper than usual from sleep but Asher could still hear the genuine concern in his tone.

Asher turned towards the bathroom not bothering to look over at his best friend. He didn’t need to.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He laughed as if David’s concern was completely unfounded. “Just getting a shower, you can go back to sleep.”

And with that he slipped into the bathroom. He wasn’t planning to lie to David. He’d tell him what happened eventually but right now all he wanted was to wash the sticky beer out of his hair and go to bed.

Asher squinted when he turned the light on, eyes adjusting to the brightness as he stripped off his clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror, and turned away once he noticed those damn lines across his face.

He stepped into the shower, not bothering to let the water heat beforehand. Asher leant his head back, willing the water to run over his eyes, the coldness of it numbing the aches across his torso.

He stood like that for a while, thinking.

He’d been so proud when he’d seen his name on the list for the varsity team. He was the only freshman on there, his Shifter biology played a part in it, making him stronger and faster than most teenagers plus he’d practised damn hard too.

Although he knew it might take his team-mates a little while to warm up to him, especially since one of their friends would have been put onto JV to make space for him, Asher wasn’t too worried. He had always been good at making friends. It was one of his best qualities.

Thats why he didn’t question it when his team-mates invited him to a party. Why he was possibly less apprehensive than he should have been when they told him to go down to the basement with them. And why the way they had treated him was so hard to comprehend.

Drink Up Mutt

His eyes flung open as the sound of his team-mates laughing bounced around his head. Quickly, he washed his body. Biting his lip so he wouldn't grunt as the sponge glided over his bruising side.

He barely dried off, running the towel over himself once before getting dressed and making his way to bed.

He just needed to sleep it off.

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[gabby-i-guess]

ADHD PSA #3: Bath time 🛀

So I just moved into a new house, and for whatever reason, the gremlins living in my brain have decided that the new shower has ‼️BAD VIBES‼️ and therefore will only agree to let me have a shower when ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. I've been trying to figure out ways to bribe them into liking the shower, so here are a few ways I've tried to make my shower ADHD accessible.

1) DIY waterproof phone holder

Yes I know I sound like an iPad kid, but if having an audiobook/music/YouTube video playing while I shower lets me shower, I'm ok with that.

All you do is take a sturdy ziplock bag, pop your phone and a large bull clip inside, and zip it up tight (give it a lil squeeze to make sure there are no gaps). Now you can clip the bag onto your shower caddy from the inside, or another ledge or something (get creative), and voila - your phone stays totally dry and you stay entertained. You can even somewhat use your phone through the plastic, so you can change songs etc. When you're done, unclip the unopened bag, take it to a dry place, and you can open it and take your phone out there.

Here's a photo for demo:

2) Sort your shit out

Personally, I get super overwhelmed by all the steps in self-care tasks, including but not limited to showers. Routines like that involve like 10 steps that call on skills ADHDers really struggle with, like decisions, organisation, memory, executive functioning, and planning. So I've made things as simple as they can possibly be for me.

I have 4 little baskets in my cupboard for each of my regular routines:

morning (with makeup, sunscreen, moisturiser, and deoderant)

evening (with vitamin C serum, makeup wipes, pimple patches, and floss)

regular shower (with antibacterial soap, shampoo, conditioner, leave in conditioner, and a hair brush)

and ✨fancy shower✨ (with a razor, shaving cream, nice smelling soap, body moisturiser, curl cream, and a candle)

Now I can just yank out whatever basket I want and use whatever is in it on autopilot. Then, when I'm done, I can dump it all back into the basket and shove it all back into the cupboard. This method reduces how overwhelmed I get by so goddamn much that my fucking dentist commented on the noticeable improvement in my teeth, because I had actually consistently had the energy to floss. And when you're consistently flossing - well, it's only up from here baby 😎

3) DIY bath

The sensory experience of showering can be truly horrendous. And while I can't fix a lot of it, I can at least make it a little less... much. Yk?

So here's my solution:

Yup.

I got myself a blow up pool.

For my shower.

I am officially the coolest person alive.

This baby was $10 at Kmart, and is 80cm wide and 18cm deep - basically, cross your legs and it will not quite cover your thighs. To provide a little more insulation and some padding, I also popped an old towel under the pool. It's really not much, but it means I can sit down in comfortably warm water and splish-splosh myself clean. As opposed to showering, which (especially in a large bathroom/shower like I have now) is alternately way too cold and way too hot, way too loud, way too (I literally don't know how else to say it) "fast", way too out of control (so much splashing and water going everywhere, UGH), and just kinda generally way too much.

A bonus perk: I can finally use some nice pink bubble bath bombs from last Christmas 🥰🥰

I really hope one of these tips helps one of you out there. Keeping yourself clean is one of those "basics" that neurotypical/mentally well people don't realise is actually really hard.

You are doing a truly awesome job, and I'm truly, truly proud of you. Sending you love and warm, clean, sudsy thoughts ❤️

[firespirited]

Today's walks were super humid and sweaty despite being up before the sun was high.

On the first, there was no one on the traffic-heavy main road so I took a quick look in the usually off-limits bin:

someone had emptied their bathroom cupboard into a clear bag and tossed it so I whipped out my foldable bag and put it in there to lug it home the 150m discreetly. Must be holiday makers or second home owners because several items were still sealed and a lot was barely used and newly bought.

I've got a honey scented skin lotion, a pot of shea butter and a bb cream in my pale skin tone. Some hair spray for doll hair styling.

J took the make up, checked dates and disinfected or tossed it. Mousse foundation, mattifying powder, bronze blush and highlighter in her skin tone and a lip stain. She got the nice acrylic and wood storage too.

M took two small sealed tubes of herbal hand creams and a big bottle of green clay for masks. There's also a tube of vitamin a cream I'm told is sought after as an anti wrinkle and scar repair treatment (?).

Next walk was with Talia and we did a small bit of hill for my lower back. We're never doing more than a mile round trip even on the longest walks but it's definitely progress from being stuck within 200m. It takes a lot of energy and I go nap or browse lying down afterwards.

It was midmorning when sis asked if I'd go to the phone booth library with her to drop off some books. It seemed like it would be ok as it was very overcast. I put on my sandals for the first time this year and set out. The sandals no longer fit so we had to sit while I attempted to poke new holes in the straps with a safety pin. Then the sun came out and it was like a sauna between the rainy ground and the heat. I clipped my hair back to stop the dripping into the eyes. Sis has a neat tennis cap that's on tight to prevent the same thing. Later, Talia got furious at an off leash well behaved pibble four times her size. Her growl is adorably pathetic but so sincere. She's got a harness with a handle so sis can just lift her up and she quickly calms down. We took the shortest way home as it was so muggy.

So: got my leg and hip work in, some time with sis and a scavenged haul. All in all very nice.

I'm going to be taking an extra painkiller at night for the next week at least and try avoid using my arms too much. I did have to wrangle Lily somewhat to remove burrs from her paws but that's not an avoidable task.

Sleepy head:

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Lads holiday -W2S

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warnings: none.

summary: you and some of the sidemen along with their girlfriends go to Ibiza.

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Me, Harry, Faith, Ethan and Freezy are currently in Ibiza. We arrived two days ago and have spent a day on a boat, a day at the beach and a been on a night out. Today Talia, Simon and JJ arrive (they could only come for five days but we wanted to come for a whole week so came two days early). We are all sharing a villa, It has 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a beautiful kitchen and a big pool outside along with a cosy living room.

Today I woke up alone in mine and Harry's bed. I lifted my head from my pillow and tried to adjust my eyes to the bright sun beaming through the thin curtains. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I looked down at what I was wearing: a pair of black, low waisted pyjama shorts and a little black bra. I slipped on Harry's blue sidemen t-shirt and my flip flops. Then made my way downstairs.

I walked into the living room to find Harry and Ethan chatting away and Faith sat next to them on her phone. "y/n! Thank god they're talking about football." she said with a roll of her eyes. I laughed and sat down "Cal still asleep?" I asked. "Yup." Harry said flashing me a cute smile. "Do you want some breakfast?" Faith asked me. I nodded "please, I'm starving." I followed her into the kitchen and she grabbed a platter of fruit out of the fridge, along with a plate filled with pastries from the cupboard. "Take your pick, Ethan and Harry bought them this morning." she said.

Once I finished my breakfast Freezy woke up and ate his while me and Faith got ready. I slicked my hair back, did my skincare and got dressed into a light blue bikini, some white linen pants and a tank top. Once I was done I went back downstairs and waited 5 minutes for Faith to finish get ready. Then we all left to head to the beach.

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Once we arrived at the beach we I sat down in the sun and laid next to Faith, both sunbathing in our bikinis, while the boys messed around in the water. After a little while I got a text from Talia: "just landed!xx". I turned to Faith "they just landed." She moved so her head was leaning on her arm "great! Are they going straight to the villa?" She asked. "I'll ask T." I said and looked back to my phone. "We're at the beach, you going straight to the villa??x" I text. I got a reply a few minutes later "how long are you staying for? were going straight to the villa to wash the airport smell of us then we'll meet you there?x". I replied quickly "we're gonna stay for a few hours so you can meet us here x" "Ok perfect, see you soon😘"

Around an hour and a half later Talia, Simon and JJ (the love triangle) arrived at the beach. "T!" I shouted and ran up to her then pulled her into a hug "how was your flight?". She smiled "great, It's so hot here" she said fanning her face. We all sat down, ate a light lunch and continued to talk for a while before we headed back to the villa to get ready for dinner.

Me, Talia and Faith sat in my room getting ready while Eminem blasted through the speaker T brought. Faith put on a short, slightly glittery light blue dress, Talia picked a pale yellow dress and mine is also yellow but it's crocheted. I slicked my hair back (again), and put some makeup on then slid on some little white heels. Once we were finally all ready we left and got a taxi to the restaurant. Usually every night in Ibiza, we'd be getting pissed but because Talia, Simon and JJ are pretty jet lagged, we wanted to have a chilled night.

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Once we arrived we took some pictures and posted them to instagram then ordered our food. We all ate our food and it was soon dark. We walked back to the villa so me, T and Faith all had our heels in our hand and were walking bear-foot, until the boys picked us up for the last 20 seconds as a "funny" joke. 

When we got in we were all boiling since it was still so hot and the air was thick even though the sun went down a few hours ago. So we decided to jump into the pool. We threw on our bikinis, the boys just took their shirts off and we jumped in.

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[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Grim, hi! I’ve missed you! I’ve been busy with some sucky real life stuff, but I promise I have not forgotten about you!

I shattered my left wrist which is already annoying as is, but it happened HOURS after I got my cast off on my right arm which was broken. It’s just so annoying ugh. Like, I’m fine of course, just so annoying. Seriously it’s only the kind of luck I could have.

Anyways! You know what time it is, obviously. What was your favourite song this week? Do you wear glasses? And a Rosekiller relation question for ya, what are some of their quirks/bad habits? (e.g.: biting nails, picking at skin, etc. etc. you get the idea) 🎤

OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD MIC ANON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck i was so happy to get this message in my inbox but as i read it my face kinda fell. fuckin hell its been a rough couple of weeks for you. what the hell man. oooohhh i wish i could draw doodles on your cast and tuck you in and give your forehead a kiss. that is an substantial amount of bad luck, for sure, but the way you're going about it says a lot about who you are as a person, which is probably super brave and resilient. i remember when i broke my foot how absolutely simultaneously depressed and delirious i was cause its just so absurd in a way. you find ways to live your life differently, its a whole experience, yknow, living with a cast on or not being able to use one of your limbs. im glad youre okay though but be gentle with yourself cause it does affect our mental health more than we think. give yourself that time to just heal and try not to get too frustrated with yourself. you need time and rest

i hope you're well surrounded or at least i hope you have some support, and im here if you wanna chat. also, im genuinely so shocked and flattered and a little emotional that you would still send me an ask when you just shattered your wrist???? wow. fuck im giving you smooches on the arm. im making you soup im getting things from high places you cant reach im fussing over you like a motherly figure

also im kinda curious (you dont have to answer) but how did this happen?

ok questions. yes. my favourite song this week was this black metal song (im in my winterly black metal phase. happens every january or so) called I Am The Black Wizards by Emperor. its just.... crazy orchestral folkloric screeching overlapping rumbling drums and insane distorted guitars. i just listened to it on repeat while writing and it really inspired the madness in this chapter i just finished. also love listening to it in public with a straight face

i do not wear glasses, no! i have a pair of blue light glasses though that i wear when i write cause im on the computer a lot and i look super sexy in them. i was blessed with very good vision for some reason

and rosekiller quirks!! huh. theres probably a lot. for sure barty vocally stims a lot. i picture him as the guy at the back of the class who makes like annoying ass popping sounds with his mouth or will screech for no reason. he's gotta be humming or inventing new noises at all times. and the thing is about that is that his friends usually like catch onto those noises and will begin to make them as well and it becomes this thing like. his noises make sense and they feel good to make once you start mimicking them. i think he also has an excellent long term memory to the point its scary but his short term memory is fucking ass. like you HAVE to text him to remind him of things or he'll forget. he puts a mug somewhere? forgets it for weeks. has no object permanence so when hes been on his phone for too long he just hides it in a cupboard and completely forgets about it. he's also messy but not dirty. like theres socks everywhere but he scrubs his bathroom for three hours with Pinesol. i could go on and on and on

evan's bad habits are more mental than physical but for some reason i feel like his waking self is completely different from his sleeping self. waking self is very aware of his body language, his posture, the way his face moves, but sleeping him is kicking at your calves, thrashing around, sheets twisted around his legs, his hand finds itself directly in your face and he definitely sleeps in that position where youre on your belly and your leg is up yknow. i think evan is also prone to sighing a lot. he sighs so much and he doesnt notice and its like are you fucking okay?? can you stop sighing like youre a poor victorian woman withering away from broken heart? lastly i think evan does pick at his lip skin but only in private. he doesnt really do stuff in front of others like that. but he will pick it until it feels smooth and its bleeding in three places but at least it feels smooth (i do this)

thank you so much for keeping me updated on your life mic anon i feel very honoured. hope you have a good recovery

[acutiewithagun]

Part three

What could go wrong!? Famous last words my friends. A lot apparently.

The airplane landed and I debarked with my best friend. She was nervous as it was her first time in the famous city. I reassured her as we entered the baggage claim. Shooting my other friends a quick text of where to meet us, I gaze around for my suitcase. Once I see mine and hers I grab them and we sit waiting for the group. Talking about literally anything as we wait. I spot the four turtles as the smallest one runs up to me and hugs me tightly. Donnie chased him but stopped before he reached the three of us. He looked away and scratched his neck. Leo pushed him to us and we all got a group hug. I could see other people eyeing us so I suggested we go to my apartment swiftly. They all agreed and we got in the Turtle Tank. Mikey asked a ton of questions about my trip, which I happily answered. When we got to my apartment I unlocked the door and allowed everyone inside. "Where is April? I thought she was going to be here?" Donnie sat on the couch and Mikey joined him. "April could not make it. She had a shift scheduled when you landed." Raph sat on the floor next to the couch while Leo sat on the kitchen counter that separates the two rooms. I brought my friend to the spare room across from the bathroom. "You can unpack here and we will get you furniture later." She smiled at me and tossed her suitcase in the room. I then toss mine in my room and we both head back to the living room. "This is my best friend, Lily. I've known her for about 7 years." I introduced the half-yokai to the group. They all give a greeting. Lily sits next to Mikey as I go in my room to grab their souvenirs. I can hear happy chatting as I come back out with the treasures. "Ok so the dad joke book is for Leonimbus, the copy of my family's cookbook is for Mike and Ike, the stuffed animal I made is for Raph and sauce, and finally the purple scarf I made for Don-a-long-a-ding-dong." The group erupts into laughter at all their special nicknames, well except Donnie. "Where's my gift?" Lily asks with a sort of smug. I look her dead in the eyes and answer "you living in this apartment is my gift, Lily le le." Donnie even chuckled at this one.

Mikey ordered some Run Of The Mill pizza for their new friend to try. Waiting the turtles told stories of their victories. Donnie covered my ears at specific parts because of how I would have reacted to them getting hurt. When the pizza got there we dug in and enjoyed the rest of the day.

"See you guys tomorrow" I waved goodbye to the boys as they left. I closed the door after watching them all descend the stairs. "Why don't you sleep on the couch tonight and we can buy furniture with the guys tomorrow?" I offered it to my friend. She nodded and I got some blankets and pillows out for her. "Just let me know if you need anything." I grinned at her waiting for a response. "Yeah I definitely will, I'm super excited to be living with you." She let out a partial smile. I turned and went to my room, remembering to close my door now that someone lives with me. I was too lazy to change before going to bed so I just jumped into bed. So excited for the next day I went to sleep.

In the morning I got dressed before going to make breakfast. After I had finished pulling my socks up I headed to the kitchen to look at what I could make for two people. I saw Lily still sleeping so I crept past her into the kitchen. I searched the cupboard and the fridge. Finding some stuff to throw together I try to remember her favorite breakfast. After I remember I smile a bit. I made some toast as I thought I should just do an easy breakfast. I heard grumbling in the other room and turned around. Amara had just woken up, and I greeted her. "Good morning sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" She stared up at me kind of glaring. "Like I need a bed, and an insomniac." I laughed at this "you and Leo will get along just fine." By this time she had sat up and rubbed her eyes to not look as intimidating. "How did you meet them anyways? I mean considering your luck I'm not surprised, but still." "Oh um, Mikey fell from a building in front of me. The other followed to make sure he was ok." I answered putting the toast on two separate plates. "Makes sense knowing how you met me," she said groggily.

I bring the plates over to the couch and hand my friend one. I start eating while checking texts from my manager. "You work so hard on this, you really changed since moving here." She had peeked over at my phone. "Yeah, it makes me happy though," I beamed, munching on the buttery bread. "You're scrunching your nose again, love." I looked at her and I can feel my nose unscrunch. "Darn, I thought I was doing better about that." I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. She pats me on the back "I know." I look at my group chat texts and spot the time. "We might want to hurry up and finish getting ready. The guys only have limited availability today." She leaned her head on my shoulder "yeah sure." I jokingly push it off and steal her empty plate. Gently placing them in the sink I yell "dibs on the bathroom." I sprint for the bathroom as she jumps up and joins the race. I make it before her by a second and stick out my tongue before locking the door. I can hear her laughing as I start brushing my teeth. She knows I don't take too long but the race is still so fun. After I finish up I leave, allowing her access. I start writing out a chore list and a shower list. These are things I need when living with someone. I hang it up on the wall of the bathroom. I put some boots on as she left the bathroom. Her hair is still wet from the shower. I grab my bag and unload the music sheets to the counter.

She pushes on my shoulder. "Are you ready to go?" I ask as I pull out my phone. "Yeah, I just need one more thing." I type a message to Raph as Amara hugs me. "Oh" I exclaim as I reciprocate her embrace. "I just texted Raph that we are ready and he responded that they were outside." She holds on a bit tighter with these words. I smile at her "let's get you a bed so you can maybe sleep tonight." I grab her hand along with our apartment key. Pulling her out of the apartment I lock the door and double check. "Why did you turn the knob twice after locking it?" Amara pondered with a puzzled face. "I just have to double check or my anxiety will not let it go." We walk down stairs and outside where we spot Raph and Donnie. "Where are Mikey and Leo?" I questioned the pair. "Leo had an interview and Mikey went to an art show." Raphie stated smiling as he hugged me. Donnie looked uncomfortable like he didn't know what he should do. "Well let's get me a bed," Lily breaks the weird tension. We started our walk to the nearest furniture store.

"Oh and after we get the bed I have a great place we can check out." I say, skipping along the crowded sidewalk. Lily and Raph keep having to grab my hands to keep me with them. Donnie still looks uncomfortable and is always lagging a bit behind. Shortly we get to the store and enter it. I tug on Donnie's shirt after we enter, "hey if you want to talk to me don't feel like you can't." He starts to pull me aside but stops to yell "me and Dani are going to go look over here." Pointing in a vague direction. Raph kind of dragged Lily away so we could talk. We walk over to some lamp displays. "Hey Donnie, are you ok?" I brush my hand against his, trying to gain permission to hold it. "Yeah… it's just that…" he keeps taking pauses in his sentence "I'm sorry…" I look at him in shock. But I quickly shake the look away and shoot him a nod. He tilts his head down. "I'm sorry that I tranqed you that night… I just wanted you to stay, but I didn't know how to ask." He gently looked up at me. "I accepted your apology, if…" I pause to think "...you explain why you put me in your bed." He turned his head away and covered it with his hands. "Don't laugh at me." I cocked my head a bit, I could feel my nose twitch. "Why would I laugh?" Sliding his hands down from his eyes, he sighed. "I just wanted some physical touch from literally anyone." I smile sweetly, "well that's what you need to work on then. Asking favors from others." I tug on his jacket sleeve "let's go back to the others now." Donnie nods looking embarrassed and follows as I pull his jacket sleeve around. We eventually find Lily and Raph. But they already picked out a bed frame and bought it. We then head outside to find a mattress store.

I kept asking if Raph wanted to just bring the frame home but he insisted on keeping it. We eventually just used gps to find a mattress store and struggled to bring it home. Donnie and Raph pushed us to not ask the employees to bring it in their van. So me and Lily just let them bring both home. Me and Lily held hands as the two worked hard to bring the bed and frame back to our apartment. After we got it set up in Lily's room Raph invited us to their lair for dinner. The two of us agreed and we headed to the coffee shop I wanted to show them. Once we got there I got us a table as they went to order. I gave Raph my order before I sat down.

Closing my eyes I take in the aromas again. The smell of coffee got me crinkling my nose, but the smell of the freshly made sweets had me grinning ear to ear. I put my chin on my hands and just let out a joyful sigh. When I opened my eyes again I saw Mikey sitting across from me. I was startled so I jumped in my seat and let out a scream. I covered my mouth with my hands as my face flushed with embarrassment. Mikey laughed as Lily ran over. "Are you ok Dani?" She inquired, pushing her hand on mine. Mikey stopped smiling for a split second and kind of just jerked his shoulders up. But quickly threw the happy face back on. "Yeah I'm fine, ol' Mikey here just jumpscared me a little." Mikey gave a little wave to the glaring partial-yokai. Raph called Lily back to help with bringing over the items while Donnie paid. She begrudgingly went over. Mikey got out of the seat in front of me and walked around the table. Without a second to comprehend what he was doing he had ended up sitting on my lap. Luckily he is smaller than me so it wasn't too bad, but still awkward as the others showed up at the table. Lily and Donnie both made faces. And Raph just kind of chuckled. "Hey Mikey, why don't we just pull up a chair for you?" He frowned and hugged me, wrapping his legs around my waist. "...Or this is an option apparently." I nervously laughed as Amara got angrier. I grabbed my cookie and started eating it, hoping to dispel all the rising tension. "Mikey get off Dani, she wants to eat" Raph tried coaxing him. Mikey shakes his head just hugging me tighter. "Mikey, why are you throwing a tantrum?" I ask without fully expecting an answer. "...I want hugs'' I hear him mumble. "Well after this we are going to your lair and you can have all the cuddles you want." I say trying to pull him off me. He released his limbs from my body and jumped up onto his feet. "Really? Does this also mean you will stay over?" I look over at my companion, she shrugs as if to let me know it's my decision. I hum a bit weighing the pros and cons. "Sure, but I'm sleeping in the same room as Lily." I glance over at Donnie and he turns his head away probably embarrassed. I smirk and Mikey pulls up a chair next to me. Arms linked with one of mine. I continue eating the sanity saver as the others drink their beverages and snack on their food.

We all head to the closest sewer drain and Raph holds it open. We all climb down one by one, while Raph closes it from the top. I hold Lily's hand to make sure she stays with us. But another, colder, hand grabs my other hand to guide us. It felt like elementary school field trips all over again. Once we could see the light of the lair the turtle leading me let go of my hand and I sprinted with my friend towards that light. She kind of just looks around in amazement. And I brought her to the guest room. "This is where we will be staying the night." Lily nodded and wandered off on her own as I walked into the kitchen. Mikey had started dinner prep, so I came behind and started to help. "What are you going to be making for dinner?" I asked opening up the fridge. "I'm going to make spaghetti, can you make the sauce?" He answered, filling a pot with water. I smile "do we have any Italian sausage?"

Leo came into the kitchen as I was just finishing up making the garlic bread. "Oh hey, I didn't know you would be here." He stopped at the table and sat down. "Yeah I thought you were doing an interview?" I glance over at him. "Yep, I finished it a few minutes ago" he smirked "guess they just can't get enough of the face man!" Mikey laughed and texted the group chat. "Did they ask any… uncomfortable questions…" I ask trailing off. Leo can see my expression change. "Only one, but I handled it with ease." He smiled at me trying to cheer me up. Mikey came over and hugged me as Leo started cracking jokes. I was laughing up a storm as the trio that were watching Jupiter Jim flooded the room. Splinter, Cassy Jr, Cassy, and April came into the dinning room a few minutes after. The timer for the garlic bread went off and Mikey let go. I took it out and me and Mikey started dishing out the food onto plates. Lily got so excited when she found out about the sauce. And we had a delightful dinner with the entire family. Draxum couldn't make it as he had a bunch of science he was working on. I just think that was an excuse to stay away from me. We don't exactly like each other but more on that way later.

When we had all finished Leo dragged me away while Mikey was washing dishes. And the rest of the group went to go watch more Jupiter Jim. "Close your eyes," Leo was grinning. "Why am I closing my eyes," I asked the blue masked turtle. He grinned even wider "just trust me." He then extended his hand towards me. I held his outstretched hand and closed my eyes. Only to be pulled forward, completely forgetting to keep my eyes closed as I lurch forward. Leo had brought me through a portal, and the destination was breathtaking. We were on top of one of the buildings in New York. I grabbed onto Leo out of my fear of heights. He chuckled and sat down with me. "I wanted to apologize for my actions before you left. I was going through some emotional stuff." I look up at him still trembling. "And you decided the best place to apologize was on the top of a building?" I grab onto him as he laughs. "Yeah not my brightest idea but look," he turns my head. My eyes met with a view of the sun setting over the pier. It's truly beautiful but I am still too afraid to look for long. Swinging my head into his chest I mumble. "I forgave you on my trip, just tell me about your day." Leo hugged me "Yeah the reporter asked me if you were dating any of us. I answered no and said that I would never interview with them again if he asked anything else." I was still shivering so Leo took me home. Via a portal of course.

Lily hung onto me the rest of the night after I got back. Same with Mikey. The group laughed at the hilarious sight. And I just tried coaxing them off, to no avail. I begged for help giving my biggest puppy dog eyes I could. Raph eventually relented but could only hold off Mikey. But by that time we were all yawning, getting ready for some shut eye. I dragged Lily to the guest room and plopped on the bed. She was still hyper attached, but I was so tired I let it go. I cuddled her head to my neck and wrapped my arms around her. I started singing a lullaby to her softly. After a while I fell asleep. I don't know when or if she ever fell asleep. But it was a very warm night.

In the morning I rubbed my eyes and pushed my upper body up. I opened up my eyes to a scene. Lily hugged me from one side, Mikey on the other, Donnie laying on my lap, and Raph on the side of the bed. Leo waltzes into the room, arms hanging behind his head. "Man, how can I join in this cuddle feast?" He smirked as I rubbed my eyes again. "You don't and help me instead get out of this 'cuddle feast' so I can make breakfast." Leo sighed "Fine~, however, I get first of whatever you are making." I nod my head pushing Mikey a tiny bit. Leo pulls out his katanas and creates a portal under the slumbering turtles. Dropping them in, hopefully, their respective rooms. He closes the portals after all three have entered them safely. "Guess you gotta be this rad to save a friend." He points his green thumbs to his face. I nudge Lily to the side and jump out of bed. "Yeah no, just rad enough to save the world twice." I say, flicking his forehead as I pass him. I walk to the kitchen and pull out a pancake mix from a cabinet. I then hear Leo enter the room as I grab a bowl. Opening the fridge to get some eggs, Leo clears his throat, to gain my attention. I ignore him and continue my task. I can see out of the corner of my eye Leo stamp his foot and I chuckled. I get the pancake mix in the bowl and add some water. I also add the eggs then mix it together.

After I made breakfast and everyone ate, most had jobs to do. Donnie had offered to help Lily to search for job opportunities. Mikey had a meet and greet to attend to. And Raph and Leo went on patrol. I had the week off so I just did chores around the lair. I seriously had nothing better to do. And I tend to do better with chores when no one is around. I started on dishes from that morning, just humming an imaginary tune. And after I finished I put them on the drying rack, then headed to the living room. Waving a quick hello to Splinter before getting started on the cleaning. It took a bit of time but it was worth seeing the end result. Plus Splinter's praise was a pretty nice bonus. I moved on from there to the main room. Just picking up whatever was thrown around while singing. I didn't worry about Donnie's lab because he keeps it squeaky clean. But I did move onto the game room. Which just so happens to be the worst room. I had to scrub one tiny area for like fifteen minutes just to get it clean. I obviously wore gloves the entire time I cleaned. Sensory issues and all that. Just as I finished up I heard someone walk up behind me. I turned my head and it was Lily. She told me she got her business done here and that we should head back. I nod and lead the way out. Not before saying goodbye to Splinter and Donnie of course. We climbed out into an alleyway close to our apartment. I sprint holding Lily's hand to the apartment building. After we get inside I dibs the shower and she's got no trouble with that.

I grabbed my clothes and took my choker from Donnie off. Despite having been mad at him I still wore his precious gift all the time. Well except for when I would take showers and while I slept. For reference I do normal things like going to the bathroom and practicing good hygiene. I just don't write about it. Because who wants to read about a shower? That's just boring. Anyways getting back on track, I obviously took my shower and invited Lly to take one if she wanted. The sewers can make a person smell awful if you are down there for too long. "Yeah I definitely will" she responded getting up to take one. I grabbed my song book and jotted down an idea I had for a song. Humming the melody a bit. Once she came out of the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, not looking up at her as I struggled with the lyrics. "Yes but I get to pick." She said stealing the remote. I nod my head and she turns on a video. I recognize the voices and finally look up at the screen. She had put the video of the Kranng invasion on the TV. I forgot how fascinated she was with the event when it happened. She wondered how they got here, who was saving New York, and why our heros were yokai. All of these questions she finally had answers too. I kind of huddled my legs close to my chest. Completely forgetting my song book and pencil in my lap. I hug my legs as I watch Leo stab the Kranng's leg only to disappear in blue lightning. Lily is watching in full anticipation as the video ends. "Hey, can I choose now? I thought of the funniest video I want to show you," I tried to suggest but Lily had already clicked on another video. It was an interview with our heros, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, and Raph. They didn't show Cassy Jr or April simply because they were human. I was mad at first about this but now I know that they simply didn't want to only be associated with the turtles. I snuggled up to Lily, not letting my feet hit the ground. She was always one to be interested in the weird and kooky. The interview still went on, every time Raph came on the screen Lily lit up. I guess after meeting him she found him amazing. I felt that way at first too. But after talking to them for a few months I guess I saw them as people. They are like little brothers to me.

I guess I fell asleep while thinking because I woke up. I opened my eyes and felt a blanket resting on me. I looked over to where Lily was and she had also managed to fall asleep. I just have that magic effect on her. Pulling the blanket over her I scooch away from her. Only to bump into someone. I look up and see Raph smiling at me. "Hi Raph… what are you doing here?" I wave at the big guy. He still smiles "Lily let me come in like an hour ago. I just wanted to invite you and Lily to an event we will be attending." I adjust my body to properly face him before divulging my answer. "Depends what day it's on and at what time. Lily's got a few job interviews lined up and I gotta get back to work next week." He pondered for a bit, "well it's this week on Wednesday at seven, oh and it's a semi-formal event. Whatever that means." He mumbles the last part. "Semi-formal is just when you don't dress in your everyday clothes but you don't dress too fancy." I shrug my shoulders at him. "But I think me and Lily can make it." Raph beams at me before giving me a hug. "April will be so stoked, she was going to be the only human if you didn't come." I laughed and pulled away from the tight embrace. I hadn't seen April in a while. But her job keeps her busy, she's not as fortunate as me and the guys. Yes we are busy, but not as much as her. Lily woke up to see the large alligator snapping turtle. Eyes filled with excitement, like I just got her the best present of her life. I would assume she was too tired to notice who he was when she let him in. Raph pulled me into his lap and hugged me. "Woah big guy, give me some warning. Also hello wifey hope you had a good rest." Raph flinched a bit at the nickname, "wifey… are you two married?" Me and Lily both look at him and I burst out laughing. "No, unfortunately, Dani doesn't like anyone enough to get married to them. We are just platonically married." Lily shakes her head while a smirk grows. Raph's eyes light up, "does this mean you can platonically marry multiple people?" My laughing lessens as I rub tears from my eyes. "Yeah I would guess so, but I don't know anyone who would want to platonically marry me other than wifey here." I sigh, gesturing to my non-binary friend. He just smiles at this and says nothing. We chill for the rest of the evening, just enjoying each other's company.

[waitzia]

#dream journal

I was at school and then asked to go to the toilet in my English class, that was being taught by my year 9 English teacher (he was.... somthing....) and I must of been at a boarding school or somthings because then I was in my irl bathroom at home. then after, I found out my English teacher had done somthing bad (wont go into detail...), so I went to the office to report it. I went to the office, for some reason is was just my cupboard we have at home, I open the doors of the cupboard

(it's like this old brown thing, with 2 doors, just taller then me (immabout 5"4)) and stuck my head in, but the office was not there?@?@?@?! WHY WOULS IT BE IN A CUPBOARD?!?!? Anyways, then I remwmbered, after a good amount of time of confusion, that they had built a new office, so (oh and my mum was with my after I went to the toilet) me and my mum went to the new office. we walk in (it was just a pretty school office dude like wow) and we started talking to the office lady, then all of a sudden the school went into lock down (this is really REALLY uncommon in Australian school, I have only ever been in drill lock downs at school, and I have been at the same school for 14 years (kindy to year 12 (graduating this year))) so at first we were thinking it was a drill but then the office ladies said it wasn't. At this point the shutters on the windows were rolling down, and my mum pressed a button to stop them from going down (this is before we were told it was not a drill) We were told to hide so mum and I went into the office space through a door (it had like cubicles and stuff in the room in the middle then a bench table that wraped around the whole room that had windows around the whole room too) (OH ITS ALSO NIGHT TIME NOW IDK WHEN THAT HAPPEN IT JUST IS NOW) I hid under the bench that wraped around the whole room, and so did my mum. Since ny mum had stopped the window shutters from going down before, we could see out the windows (IDK WHY they didn't just re shut them, Idk) I was trying to look out the windows to see if there was anything, but I couldn't so I fell asleep, yeah. in my sleep I saw a vision of a guy in the school mine (THE CHILDEN YERN FOR THR MINES (idk why there a mines on the school grounds)) The guy in the mines was not a student, and so that's why the school was on lock down (IDK HOW I KNEW FROM THIS VISION I JUST DID OK) so I woke up and told my mum, and then my friend Nick was there (<nick3) ALSO SLEEPING, but it's on character for him to so no surprises. he also woke up and I told him what happened in my vision. then we hear emergency services coming into the school, so we all got up and went outside to go see, I guess alot of people tried to flee the school with their cars, coz there was alot on the school roads. STILL NIGHT BTW. We all went over to were the emergency services were on the school field, ans they were chasing a hyena looking dog?@?@?!?!?! WERE SID THE GUY IN THE MINES GO.!.!?! I didn't question, anyways they caught this hyena looking thing, and they said it escaped from a science lab place and was an experiment. The I woke up.

After thoughts

I have a feeling the hyena was also the man and it could shapeshift

kinda cool

yeah