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smuttyaf · 9 months

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Mr. Brightside

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

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short lil one shot before the adventurous weeks ahead! so happy holidays & enjoy!!

As much as you try to take deep breaths and control your heart from beating through your chest, it was difficult because of the situation in front of you. Head nodding and agreeing to Nora’s story, you avoid the gaze from the man standing in the open kitchen. Small smile tugging on your lips before you’re letting the warm peppermint hot chocolate welcome itself on your tongue.

Eyes trail to the green orbs across the room, they roam amongst the brown knitted sweater that compliments the curls flowing down his neck. You could tell he was faintly listening to the conversation he was having with Niall, just as you were. Part of you wants to go across the section and rest your head on him like yesterday night, but instead you ease into Reid’s arm, tearing your eyes away and humming at the alcohol infuse treat.

“Bailey’s?” You question, lifting the penguin mug up. The beaming smile from Nora drops as she lets shock paint her expression.

“It’s very concerning how good you are at this,” She says in a worried tone. That makes you and Reid break out in laughter from the sudden change of her mood. You had many strange quirks, and one of them was being able to distinguish which alcohol was mixed in drinks; your friends would call you an alcoholic however, you would explain that you have very exquisite taste buds.

“You’re too good for this world,” You smile as she joins in laughing. The feeling of Reid’s fingertips curl around your shoulder, only making the burning gaze of Harry even more prominent. Digits beginning to drum an unfamiliar tune causes you to rise up on your feet, the taste of mint and savoury alcohol of the Bailey’s burns on your tongue. You were half way done and knew you want a second cup —at least that was the excuse you have to leave his side.

“Gonna grab some more,” You say, body turning to your boyfriend and the short blonde sitting with her legs tangled together on the floor.

“Me too babe,” Reid chides, the cute bear mug in his hands welcomes itself in your palm as you nod your head at him. “What was the point of me doing this if I knew she was coming!” Nora groans, only making a giggle elect from you, turning around you make your way into the kitchen where Niall was talking passionately about football.

The annual get together before Christmas was tonight, and this year activity was everyone bringing a different festive drink and having to guess what it was. The choice definitely a blind decision on Nora’s part who brought up the idea but you could careless, it was nice seeing all your friends and doing the infamous Secret Santa gift exchange. It was one of the many reasons why you enjoy this time of the year. Pulling out the milk and brown bottle from the fridge, you fill up the cups and place them in the microwave and then let your hands dig through the shelves of Nora’s cabinet, immediately taking the hot chocolate packs out and placing them on the counter, your hands now trail to find a spoon.

“Putting all my money on CJ, it’s the right choice,” Niall jokes, shoving his phone in Harry’s face displaying football stats.

“Trust me he doesn’t care,” You sarcastically sigh, pulling out the sliver ware with an unfazed look as the Irish brunette groans.

“Oh fuck off Y/N. Harry does care, don’t you?” His head turning between you both as Harry shrugs his shoulders. “You guys suck you know that.” Niall huffs, making you both join in small laughter. The sound of the microwave goes off as you pull out the two mugs filled with warm milk infused liquor.

“If you listen to me and you’ll earn big money Styles,” He brags, shoulders rising as he lefts his hands to his chest, stepping away when he hears the call of his name.

Your heart beat grows rapidly standing next to Harry. It has your ears burning and hairs standing being this close to him. His familiar scent tingles your nose and makes you want to cave in to drape your arms around him but instead you’re ripping open the white packages and pouring the contents into the mugs.

“Did you like your gift?” The english voice next to you ask. It causes your palms to grow with sweat.

“Which one?” You tease, the memories of him making you come effortlessly undone around him to the beautiful black slip gown he left on your bed this morning.

Eyes flick between the brown swirls in the mugs to Harry green ones. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, back leaning off the counter as you begin to stir the mixture. The familiar feeling of your stomach quivering with nerves and toes tingling in their cotton confines sends an electric shock of wanting to be press between him and your mattress.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You say with a genuine smile, tapping the spoon on your penguin mug and moving it to the other.

If you were being honest, you weren’t expecting a gift from Harry but, when you opened your eyes and was welcome with the sight of the velvet decorative box you could have done cartwheels off the bed. It was weird that you found more happiness in the secretive relationship you have with Harry, then the one of 4 years with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy with Reid, it was more like you were comfortable. You’ve been stuck in the same routine; him telling you about his work endeavours, the plain mediocre sex, the ignorance towards your feelings, and the possessive claim he has over you. It was tiring, especially since it’s been going on for much longer then you anticipated, though there was history with him, and his friends were also yours, if you broke up everything would change.

You always thought of that. Sure, in the beginning you were both petty and toxic; him breaking up with you because you stared too long at one your classmates or you breaking up with him because you felt smothered. Despite everything though, you always found your way back to each other and have grown since you both met in college, but unfortunately the excitement was gone. The infatuation that was once there died and was now set on your curly friend. The one who listens to everything you say, who lets you rant and express how you feel. He looks at you for who you are, and not what he wants you to be, he lets his touch be gentle on your skin while lips bruise the most vulnerable parts. He was the one on your mind, every time you woke up to when you laid to rest. He was the one who your heart was set on.

You didn’t realize that your thoughts made your movements halt, your fingers immediately tighten around the ingrained spoon to peel it out of the hot liquid and tap it against the ceramic.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry ask, his gaze watching you as he crosses his arms to fit on his chest.

“Whatever you’re thinking about.” You reply, eyes connecting with his once again. This time you let yourself get lost in his features like when it’s three in the morning and the moonlight shines over him.

All you want to do is reach over and let your fingers curl around the ends of his hair, pull him in and press your lips against his. They’re practically begging to go where they will be appreciated, the immediate thought of the way Harry taste makes you run your tongue along your bottom lip. It was irritating you having to pretend that you didn’t want him, that you don’t see him anything more than just a friend.

Warm hands meet the skirt hanging off your hips, lips brushing against your temple as the musky scent of Reid, now mix with Harry’s. Gaze breaking away from green ones and meet with brown, you smile lazily at the feathery hair man as he peers down at the two mugs. The feeling of Harry’s presence leaves making your heart launch itself towards him, craving to follow him but instead you listen to your brain that directs you to stay put.

He lets his hand take back up his mug, pressing his lips against the painted ears of the bear and sipping on the warm liquid. A hum leaving him as his grip now slips to your back and massages there. “Someone’s jealous.” You hush, following his movements and drinking back the hot chocolate.

“Can you blame me,” Reid mutters, his fingers sinking lower down your back and you immediately pull away before they reach their destination. You trail back towards the familiar sofa that Nora occupies with Kelly next to her; Niall was back to bothering Harry in the chairs next to the couch, the chatter of your other friends quakes from the next room. And of course, Harry was there watching you, sitting sluggishly thrown over his seat with foot on one arm and his elbow leaning on the other, head brought up by his hand.

“Should we start exchanging gifts?” You question the small group.

It took everything to not catch Harry’s gaze in the moment, keeping your eyes set on Nora’s short bob as she smiles cheerfully and stands to gather everyone to start Secret Santa. This was going to be long night.

After multiple vodka shots and three beers later, Reid was passed out on the white couch while you were packing the plates and mugs into the washing machine. Faint voices are heard between your three friends in the dining room. The clashing of dishes being dropped in the sink next to you makes your eyes turn and fall on his tattoo hand.

“Another year of Nora leaving her own party,” Harry chides, hand turning the facet to rinse the cutlery.

“She’s always been a bit of a light weight,” You shrug. It didn’t take much sips of five percent alcohol for her to be a giggly mess in the span of a few minutes. “I got these.” You say, reaching over and grabbing the silverware, your fingers glaze over Harry’s hands on the plate. Stepping in closer the warmth he radiates rushes over you and makes you lean your head against his bicep.

He lets you take the dish away, nails seeping into the soapy water before he’s resting them against the edge of the marble counter, he leans over the sink, gaze amongst the gingerbread scented hand soap before his head is turning to look at you.

“Why are you still with him.” Harry ask, voice lace with annoyance that your boyfriend is drunk and passed out behind you. It’s been the same question he’s been repeating since the affair started six months ago. The same question that always got the same answer.

“Not right now H,” You sigh, body turning and stacking the plate into the dish washer.

“I don’t think you understand how I feel when the only thing I see is him all over you.” He vents, fingers curving into the counter as you begin to start the machine.

“I do.” You admit.

The feelings that you have for Harry are genuine, they flood your mind throughout the day and makes your heart skip when you see his name cross your phone. From the very beginning, when both of you were drunk and him promising to drop you home safely after the club, he confessed his feelings about how he always wanted you; bringing up never understanding why you stay with someone so condescending who you knew you were too good for, he ranted to you about wanting to be the one to hold your hand, touch your skin, and make you truly happy. In the moment, all you could do was kiss him. His lips suck onto yours and lit a fire inside you, the burning sensation of excitement flowed through and ever since then it was a never ending feeling whenever you’re with him.

You understand the hurt he was feeling, you felt it when you wanted to be wrapped in his arms inside of Reid’s, but he was all you’ve known. He was familiar, the person you could count on for… superficial things, but does that even mean anything now? It isn’t college anymore. There isn’t anymore football games and frat parties, there are no more late night studies and petty arguments about why you’re following a certain person. This was reality. You graduated, had your own degree and working in your field. You had your own condo and take care of yourself, yet you only held onto him because he was… familiar.

“Meet me in the bathroom upstairs.” Harry says lowly, body tearing away from the counter and moving across the room.

Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip, hands going to dry themselves as you wait a couple minutes before retreating upstairs into the bathroom in the hall. Fingers touch the gold knob, turning it and stepping deeper, the smell of him rushes over you as he presses the door close with your back. Mouths link together and you immediately moan at the taste, his hands fall to your hips pulling you in as your fingers card through his hair.

Tongues merge together to taste the liquor left on your tastebuds, his tone chest brush against your erect nipples in your black long sleeve. You love the way he graces your skin so easily and how it makes your heart pick up in pace, how he lets his lips dance on you and leave teeth marks in their wake, you love every second of it. Harry can have his way with you in just the snap of a finger, his aura was so powerful it had you submitting without questions.

It wasn’t long till your hand was rushing between your moving bodies, palming him over in his trousers and feeling his heavy member beg to be played with against the zipper. You know you didn’t have much time till your friends would start to question your disappearances, so you broke the kiss, letting your mouth press wet kisses down his neck to tear away and sink to your knees. Fingers immediately revealing the erect member that stands in the air.

Hand wrapping around the base, your lips let the crown of his cock slip between them and suckle on the salty skin. You hum at the acquired taste, eyes looking up at him as you move down the shaft coating him with saliva while he drags down your throat. The sound of Harry sucking in a breath is heard above you, his fingers moving with your head while the other holds his sweater.

Clear fluid inches down the expanse of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth when you swallow him, your free hand tugs gently at the space as he begins to rock his hips into you. The wet sounds echo throughout the room as you never tear your eyes away from Harry. His bruise lips tuck between his teeth while he looks down on you hungrily, eyes hooded and wanting more.

Thick mascara lashes bat themselves up at him, cheeks hollowing and tongue going flat as you let him sink deeper into your mouth till he’s touching the back of your throat. Walls relaxing as he rocks out and back in, letting him ruin your voice and lie heavy in the tight space, it makes the wetness you feel between your legs quake with arousal.

Finger tips pull away from the underside of his cock, your nose brushing against his skin as you feel tears swell your waterline. Swallowing him down you couldn’t help but moan, eyes fluttering as he holds himself there, his brows coming together in resistance.

“Fuck.” Harry moans, the hand he has in your hair falls to your neck bringing you to his lips. Now you’re tastebuds where completely devour by him, from his manhood to the scotch that burns on his tongue, he consumes you.

Body overpowering you, your head tilts back while his tongue dances with yours. Fingers curl around his shaft, tugging gently electing a moan from Harry making the kiss break. All you desired for was to be his, without the sneaking around without the lies, you want to be wrapped up in his arms on the couch, and you want him to be the one to pull you away from a conversation so easily, you just want it to be him.

The hands he has on your hips gently turn you around, your head now lying against the wooden door, backside perked up in the air as Harry tugs down your skirt and panties, his head immediately brushing against your soaking core. Even though you want this so badly to be a drawn out session of you exploring each others body on every service of this small area, you both knew you were running out of time and someone was bound to search for their other friends.

Head sinking into your creamy walls, a please sigh releases from your ruin throat, eyes closing as your fingers dig into the soft craving of the door. Harry drags down your walls achingly slow, letting your walls expand and form around him so you remember just how he perfect fits. The thickness of him satisfies the throbbing that’s been craving attention since you’ve stepped foot in your friends house. The delicious feel of his hips press against your backside as he fills you up before drawing his hips back and sinking into you once more.

As the pace picks up and the thundering beat of your heart is pounding against your chest, quiet broken moans tremble through the air as you try to contain the tantalizing thrusts of Harry into you. The position you were in had him sinking in deeply, your stream of arousal was running down your folds and welcoming itself around your inner thighs. He felt so good that your head was nodding off into the door trying to catch your breath.

“So deep baby,” You whimper, eyes opening as one hand leaves the door and run along Harry’s tattoos.

“So perfect, always so perfect,” Harry breathes, his grip on you slipping to your waist and leaning you off the wooden panel. Your head tilts back into his chest, a long drawn out moan tearing through your throat as you feel his twin globes press tightly against your lips.

That makes him take his other hand and cover your mouth, his thrusts now becoming more rush and aggressive as your body bounces with his movements, eyes closing as he relishes every nerve. His breath was hot against your neck, lips press against the skin there as the sound of your clothed bodies accompanies the wetness between your legs.

“You’re mine,” He groans into your ear, heart nearly bursting into flames at the words you love to hear fill your conscience. Yes, you belong to him, he had you wholeheartedly. He was the only one you want, the one who sends warmth through every vein, yes you were all his.

Your teeth sink gently on Harry’s digit covering your mouth, finding it hard to contain the euphoric feeling bubbling in your abdomen to the silky deep voice behind you. It was troubling trying to contain the tension that was starting to take a toll on you. Muscles tensing and fingers curling into the skin of his hands, it begins to course through you, hips stuttering against his movements as you lose composure.

“Gonna send you home with your pussy filled up from me,” Harry mutters in your ear only making your knees knock together. The words causing you lose it, the knot in your stomach unravels. Body going limp as the feeling of sweat mattes against your forehead.

The hand covering your mouth trails to your throat, his thrust now sloppy as you trail yours into his curls. Breath coming out slow as you try to catch yourself, the grip he has tight on your hips releases slower and slower when diving into you. His heart beating aggressively pressed against your back as your body quivers at the currents of pleasure flowing through you.

Harry’s warm seed plants itself in your tight walls, his movements making him stutter as he empty’s himself into your pussy, the feeling of him slipping out of you as the substance he delivers flows out of your folds and down your clit. Whimper leaving your ruined throat as his mouth press small kisses against your burning skin, the pressure he has on you releasing itself as you turn in his hold, eager kisses being shared.

Fuck, you want nothing more then him to be back in you and having him making you fall apart over and over again, but you were on burrow time and the alarm was ringing telling you that it was finally time to part. So with sweaty palms and hazy nerves you manage to pull away from him and gather yourself. Fingers patting down your messy hair and tugging your skirt back over your hips, the mixture of you both meets the lace of your panties that only causes you to suck in a breath.

Curls stick to the nape of Harry’s neck, lips red and glistening as he tucks himself in and adjust his jumper, eyes falling to your loving ones as you lean in one more time to press a soft kiss against his lips before retrieving the door open. Footsteps shuffling into the hallway, he lets you take the lead and make your way back downstairs first, his hand gripping your ass cheekily as you begin to descend down the steps.

You know you couldn’t keep this lie up for much longer but Harry left his mark, and it was dripping down your legs as he sends you home completely spent.

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fungalittleweirdo · 7 months

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chubby!reader × Donnie? he gets a tad bit flustered? maybe a bit of a spicy peice? praise kink🙏🙏🙏🙏

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already writing limes in the sfw blog, are we ?

jules fears NOTHING !!

i love writing this kind of content anyway >:)

if you wanted something higher on the citrus scale i shall direct you to my other blog, @fungalittlefreak where you could get even more specific with whatever you desire !!

i initially wanted to make this longer but i'm swamped with so many things to do, might have a part two if there's demand for it.

one chubby reader x flustered donnie coming right up B)

thank you for the request anon <3

important side note: while i don't deem this as "mature content" i feel more comfortable if anyone 15+ could interact with this post, otherwise please don't read or interact. while i can't force you not to, i hope anyone below 15 years old could respect my wishes.

May I?

It's movie night in the Hamato household and you're invited! April said you didn't have a choice, so here you are contemplating on wearing something comfortable or something cute.

Delivered (18:42 PM): is this too much? i'm bringing a change of clothes because i'm sleeping over

apes (18:42 PM): oooo who are you trying to impress

apes (18:42 PM): god i hope it's not leo

apes (18:42 PM): you deserve better

You shake your head, grinning at your phone as you send your last message to April.

Delivered (18:43 PM): i'll never tell :)

You finish getting ready and grab your overnight bag, heading over to the lair. The clattering and chattering in the kitchen tells you that the brothers would be in there, but you spot Donnie alone on his phone in the projection room. He seems comfortable enough not to wear his battle shell, which you find surprising. You take a step toward him and he looks up, turning to you as you put your stuff down beside the couch. He stops, staring while you move to sit beside him, even though you already greeted him, waiting for his response.

"Uh, yes. H-hello. Greetings. Good evening."

He looks away, then looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You grin and lean in with a smirk. He blushes, then a nervous smile plasters itself on his face. "D-do you need anything from me?" Donnie asks politely, but his eyes darted everywhere, scanning you as if he is committing the way you look right now to memory.

"A kiss might be nice."

The softshell freezes and it looks like his brain is malfunctioning, his face warming at the thoughts racing through his mind.

"May I?"

He reaches up to cup your soft face in his hand. His fingers twitch as if he's holding himself back from holding you firmly. You nod with a whispered yes, leaning in for a delicate, soft kiss. The softshell perks up and a dopey smile spreads across his face after you part, then he leans in for a deeper kiss, the heat on both your faces burning a little hotter.

"Your lips taste so good," Donnie breathes, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your skull, holding you close as the two of you made out on the couch. "So sweet for me..." He whines, his blush darkening his face even more while he reaches for you with his other hand, holding you against him. His fingers knead the plushness above your hip for a moment, the hitching in his breath apparent. After another minute or so the two of you officially part, noticing the lair has gotten quiet.

You turn around to find nearly everyone with their jaws dropped to the floor, eyes boggled. Donnie sneers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him possessively. The way his hand grips your tummy made you yelp, feeling embarrassed now that the two of you were caught. April snaps a picture, Leo snickers, Mikey cheers, and Raph narrows his eyes in suspicion, then smiles, proceeding to whack Leo upside the head before he moves over to tease Donnie. The Caseys walk in with two bowls of popcorn, Junior has a knowing look on his face while CJ looked on in confusion to the commotion. You sigh with a grin, shaking your head and relaxing in Donnie's arms as movie night started to kick off.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt writing #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello #tmnt 2018 #oneshot #fluff #lime #no beta we die like gram gram #yippee

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verslxt · 1 year

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suna wanting to get you pregnant (SFW)

idea from @cj-afterhours they/she/he did it with bokuto and it was so good

suna smiled at you making him some chicken alfredo “you’d look beautiful with a baby in you”. you put the pot of water down “w-what” you said taken aback.

suna got up “i said you’d look beautiful with a baby in you” suna tilted your chin up and kissed you. he went up to the room and you were left there a blushing mess. you continued making dinner. you went up to you and sunas shared room. “baby, dinners done” you said walking into the room. you saw didn’t see suna. but instead you saw the closet light on

you inched toward the closet and you saw suna. some of your clothes on the counter in the middle of the closet

“these are the clothes you’d look amazing in if you were pregnant”. you looked down and saw all your tight clothes and dresses.

“suna baby. these are all the clothes that would highlight my pregnancy if you did get me pregnant”

“so you do want a baby” suna smirked

“it would be nice. having another addition to our little family”

okayyy, lmk if you want a nsfw one or not. it’s a little bit short, but i’ve been in a little bit of a funk lately. i may take a break from writing. but maybe not.

#suna rintarō #suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintaro scenarios

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bengals-barnesbabe · 3 months

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Open Practice

Pairing: CJ Stroud X Black!FemReader

Description: Football players, in your experience, are either childish, toxic or horrible communicators; your ex just so happened to be all of the above. But it’s been a few years and people can change. Or will a certain qb decide to pick up the pieces your ex left behind?

Warnings: Toxic Ex!Brevin Jordan

Word Count: 800+

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Walking into NRG Park felt odd. You’ve been to a football stadium before but not before noon or because your ex-boyfriend invited you to his open practice. Your relationship was like open practice actually, you practiced being the best girlfriend and he liked being open, for everyone.

Texas was huge, they were right when they said everything’s bigger in Texas. Including egos, you realized when you received a text from Brevin minutes after tagging Houston in your story.

From: No Air Jordan 🏈

Hey baby, heard you were in my city😁 Swing by tmr’s practice and watch me cook then I’ll show ya around 😉

You honestly thought he must’ve taken too many shots to the head, your breakup consisted of a few long texts and pure ignorance so you assumed he got the idea. Yet here you are sitting in the bleachers of the Houston stadium. You wandered around for a total of 15 minutes searching for somewhere to sit. Brevin only sent the one text so you had no idea where to go or where he even was. You almost left and forgot about him but a player in a #7 jersey stopped you.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” Damn dreads, pretty eyes and perfect ass lips.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was invited by someone on the team, but he’s not replying to me. So I was just gonna go.” You replied sheepishly.

“That’s cool, but if you want you could come over to my section. We’ll be done in about an hour and the view’s better over here.” He smiled.

He was cute, smooth and nothing like B, exactly your type. “Yea, I think I’d like that..”

“Oh sorry, I’m CJ. Quarterback.” Team leader = good communication. Noted.

“Y/n.” A whistle went off and grabbed CJ’s attention. “I guess that means ‘back to work.”

“Yea, we’ll talk after practice.” He flashed his award-winning smile once more then jogged back to center field. I’m definitely staying.

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Watching CJ- the Texans practice was actually pretty fun, you never could pay attention during their real games because of the boisterous crowd, but here on the secluded practice field you could actually focus on the players and didn’t have large men yelling in your ears.

Truth be told CJ looked electric out there. Everything he did lit up the light crowd, which makes sense with all his clean complete passes. His offense was ten times better than their defense, which sucks when it comes to game time, but what can you do?

Every once in a while he’d look back at our section and smile, just for a moment you let yourself believe it’s you he’s looking at.

Unbeknownst to you and Stroud, Brevin also noticed how he was looking in your direction. His face would tense up and for each play he’d ignore all instructions and go after the quarterback. Since he was on defense it wasn’t that long of a stretch between his duties and his actions, but he got pancaked after every attempt.

By the time practice was over, your ex was even more angered than before thanks to the amount of bruises he accumulated over the last two hours. Then he saw you and CJ talking, suddenly all his anger was justified.

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“I really enjoy talking to you Y/n. Is there any way I can persuade you into joining me in getting a bite to eat?” You lightly bit your bottom lip, the corners curling upwards at his question.

“I would love that-

“I hope you know she hates barbecue, and she don’t do relationships especially with athletes.” The voice of your emotionally incompetent egomaniac ex boyfriend interrupts you from afar.

Rolling your eyes you decide to pay him no mind and just turn back to the nice guy in front of you. “As I was saying, lunch sounds great.”

Then Brevin inserts himself again, now only the field barricade separates you. “You should know who you’re getting involved with CJ, they call her Jennifer because she’s a maneater.” He wears a mischievous grin and defensive stance.

You scoff, “a maneater who’s only here because my loser ex boyfriend slid in my DMs the second I got to Texas. A maneater that was thinking about maybe hearing you out after our relationship went wrong. Even better, a maneater that was nothing but faithful to your misogynistic womanizer ass.”

“If I’m such a misogynistic womanizer why did you come?” He smirks thinking he finally got one over you.

“I heard your quarterback was way bigger than you, so I had to come check that out.” He flared his nostrils, and stormed off the field, but not before spiking his helmet.

“Jordan you’re getting fined for that!”

CJ chuckles to himself, impressed at the way you handled him. “Did you mean it?” He smirked.

You lean over the barricade and breathily whisper in his ear. “Every word.”

Then pull back to watch his face as he sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth.

“Let’s get outta here.”

Walking out of NRG Park felt odd. Not because of unsatisfying BJ, but because it was the first time you’ve walked out of a football stadium and enjoyed the outcome of events.

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A/N: this sat in my drafts for too long, but I’m overcoming my posting anxiety and letting it see the light. Also I hit 100 followers🤭 tysm babes.

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#cj stroud #houston #houston texans #nfl imagine #nfl players #black reader #cjstroud #CJ stroud x reader #quarterback #open practice #fem reader #fluff #jealousy #bengals-barnesbabe #track 9 #texas #black football players #nfl football #brevinjordan

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mediumgayitalian · 7 months

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fic rec friday 2

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

In the Element by orphan_account

Will makes the discovery that Nico is more compliant with his treatment plans when he's checking Will out.

this has me Giggling cus the banter was 100% on point. the idea that nico becomes forty three times less of a pain in the ass when hes ogling at his hot doctor. he is so deeply real.

2. Three Times Will Surprises His Boyfriend and One Time His Boyfriend Surprises Him by @buoyantsaturn

“What’re you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary?” “I got the day off,” Will told him. “I figured we could spend the day together, or something.”

cj never misses truly. this is sweet and fluffy and i will always be a sucker for 5+1s in any number

3. Old Wounds by fallingstarshere

While Will and Nico clean out the infirmary in the Big House, Will comes across something that brings up some unpleasant memories.

they were twelve years old in that goddamn war. younger when it started. it makes me want to SOB. this fic is small but really captures something painful and healing about everything.

4. The Fires That Remain by Nonnamouse

The lava wall at Camp Half-blood is too reminiscent of the river of fire in Tartarus.

every time i think about tartarus too much i want to collapse into the ground. how would that not constantly crush him? it kills me and it's just. it's just nice to see some RESOLUTION for it

5. Heart & drums by @salytierra

Will Solace is more than sunshine, smiles, and his healing powers. He has a life and a personality outside of being the poster kid for children of Apollo, outside of being his cabin's counselor and a bubbly goody-two shoes. He has a fire raging within him, all the resentment, frustration, grief, fear... but he found an outlet for them, a way to release and channel his emotions. It's a private part of him, but now he decided to share it with Nico. In retrospect, it should have been obvious.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE PJO FICS OF ALL TIME EVER. drummer will?? yes please?? maybe a little punk and maybe a little mischevious and maybe a little smitten?? i ADORE him and this is such a fun character study!!

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

#that last one is my FAVOURITE like its most definitely top 3 #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #will/nico #nico/will #solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #fic rec #fic rec friday #FRF #longpost

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anthrophobixx · 7 months

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★GET TO KNOW ME★

The name's Gina, pronouns are they/she/he (they preferred) I'm a trans genderfluid nb pan romanian/hungarian artist and u probably already know me for being that crazy bitch on twitter who's obsessed with olandy ^____^

I also have a bird app (duh) and an insta :]

C★MMISSION SLOTS: 3/3

-> !! CW FOR EYESTRAIN, BE CAREFUL WHEN FOLLOWING !! <-

if ur interested in commissioning me, here's everything you need to know ^^

ALSO ALSO I loooove making moots/friends !! I'm just very anxious, but I'm open to chat :DD

IF I DO OR SAY SMTH WRONG PLEASE LET ME KNOW ASAP, I'M VERY OPEN TO BEING CORRECTED N EDUCATED !!!

TAGS:

art - # gina's art shenanigans

inbox art requests - # inbox mischief

rambles n shi - # gina says stuff

animations - # gina's art shenanigans but...they're moving

★ dni/byf/interests/favs after cut ★

DNI

No dni, I block freely. Pro/comshippers, zionists n bigots are an immediate nono though. I'd also prefer if people who sexualize Mingus Crown specifically would not interact, I can't stop you and I'm not going to, it's just a personal discomfort of mine

Just b nice 2 me n we good ☠️

BYF

I have anxiety, depression and ptsd (all diagnosed !!) so uh be patient w me pls

My main comfort is olandy and 75% of my page is gonna be about them

I don't engage in discourse cuz it's dumb and I hate it

I ship phonesport stuff, steter, whatever the fuck if u get pissy abt that dni

I'm also hypersexual because ofc I am

IF I BLOCKED YOU IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE:

You fit in my extremely short dni

You harass and attack other people for disagreeing with u totally not directed by the way

You constantly hate on olandy once again it's my main source of comfort and also my main hyperfixation so I don't take constant hate too well (this doesn't apply if ur uncomfy w the ship and express said discomfort from time to time [I love u to death aris mwah mwah])

You said weird shit 2 me or abt my art I'm still a kid lol

Interests (bold italic = hyperfix)

Dialtown

Regular show

Garten of banban

Pokemon

Smiling friends

Poppy Playtime

Tadc

Gravity falls

Dsaf

Fnaf

The walten files

Favs

Dialtown: Jerry, Callum, Randy, Oliver, Gingi, Karen

Dsaf: Peter, Roger, Jake, Steven, Henry, Matt

Regular show: Benson, Mordecai, Rigby, Cj, Pops

Garten of Banban: Jumbo josh, toadster, banbaleena

Pokemon: Brock, Misty, Ash, Cilan, Dawn, Serena, Kiawe

Also pokemon: Hypno, Sceptile, Azumarill, Quagsire, Voltorb, Skarmory, Primeape, Hitmonlee, Charizard, Croagunk line, Alolaichu, Garchomp and a lot more

Smiling friends: Allan, Charlie (obv)

Kins

Gingi, Randy, Roger, Jake, Rigby, Cj, Ash, Misty, Serena, Mabel, Stan, Dipper, Pim. Personalitywise it really depends on the ppl I'm around

BLINKIES AND STAMPS THEY ARE SO SILLAAAAAY I LOVE EM

Oki I think that's all :33

#intro post #introduction #blog intro #gina says stuff #gina's art shenanigans #inbox mischief #gina's art shenanigans but...they're moving

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thebiggerbear · 9 months

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Jason Teague Prompt Response

Summary: When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason's not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I absolutely adore early s4 Jason Teague. He's such a cutie. I always loved him and Lana together until the dark turn happened & he chose to keep seeking the stones for his mom. This was something that just popped into my head for the prompt line. Hope it's okay.

Reader is 18 (similar dynamic setup to him and Lana in the show). This is meant to take place during s4.

Thank you to my beta @rieleatiel for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Jason Teague x Female!Reader; Jason Teague x Student!Female!Reader

Warnings: guy gets a little too close for Reader's comfort and he gets handsy for a second

Word Count: 4725

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

Jason Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx

This was recc'ed by @winchestergirl2 here.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Soldier Boy version ✨ Beau version ✨ Dean version ✨ Jenny version ✨ Tom version ✨ CJ version ✨ Rachel version ✨ Anael version ✨ SDV Leah version ✨ Alec version

You closed your locker only to jump as an undesired face appeared beside you. Said face of the unwanted senior broke into a wide grin.

“Derek,” you chuckled nervously. “You scared me.”

He gave you what he seemed to think was his most dazzling smile. “Sorry.” He seemed anything but. “So, I was just wondering if you were going to Trav’s party later?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” you offered as you rearranged the books in your arms, gesturing towards them. “Gotta study.”

His smile faded a little. “That sucks. Wait… Today’s Friday…”

You could see him working it out in his head and you hurried to find another excuse. “Plus, you have the big game later.”

“But Trav’s party is after the game.”

You nodded, internally rolling your eyes. “Yeah, it is.” Why couldn’t this guy just take no for an answer? He’d been after you for most of the semester and you wanted nothing to do with him. You never flirted, never gave any signals or showed even a sliver of interest in return, so why was he so persistent? You’d turned him down and made excuses time and time again.

You might feel bad if Derek was a genuinely nice guy, but he wasn’t. He’d bullied you all throughout most of your middle school years — knocking books out of your hands, purposely tripping you in the hallways, calling you horrible names, and even shoving you into lockers as he passed you by. He’d even smashed a tray of food into your clothes once in the cafeteria; he and all of his buddies laughed as mashed potatoes and gravy dripped off of your sweater. Lana would always ask if you’d tell your parents or the principal, but you refused; your parents were dealing with enough thanks to their divorce, and the principal would only make it worse.

Lana would then give you a hug and be there for you as much as she could. Chloe offered to handle it for you, but you begged her not to, swearing her and Lana to secrecy. By the time Clark joined your friend group in freshman year, Derek had moved on, giving you a reprieve for a few blissful years. Before then, however, there were many days you went home and sobbed into your pillow, hoping beyond hope that the next day he’d just decide to act like you didn’t exist instead of continuing to torment you. Thanks to him, you learned how to become invisible and you were good at it… Until you grew up and became a Smallville High senior. Now, all of a sudden, Derek was dogging your every step for some reason.

“You can come watch me play and then join me at the after-party.” Derek actually looked as if he had given you the solution you had been hoping for. “No test tomorrow,” he added proudly.

“Actually, I have plans later, so I’m sorry, but I can’t make it. Good luck at the game, though.” You went to turn to leave when he grabbed your books from you and tossed them behind him with a grin, not caring in the least that a passing student had to duck to prevent a possible head injury.

Derek boxed you in against a locker, both arms on the sides of your head. He leaned in and your heart began racing, half in fear and half in anger. You usually tried to keep things civil so that his bullying wouldn’t start up again before you could graduate and get out of this godforsaken high school, but this jerk was getting on your last nerve.

“You don’t have any plans now,” he said in what he must have thought was in some sort of sexy tone. All it did was cause a knot to form in your stomach and increase your anger. “Come on, Y/N, come to the game and then we can head to the party together. Whaddya say?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached your limit.

You took a deep breath, looked him square in the eyes, and stated firmly, “No.”

That took him aback for a moment. “No?”

“No.” You went to move under his arm when he stopped you.

“What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what it sounds like: no. As in nope, nein, nyet, negative. As in never going to happen.”

“But…” You could see him trying to understand how you could turn him down. “Why?”

“Why?” You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why won’t you go out with me? I’ve been asking and asking.”

You had to restrain yourself from asking him again if he was really serious. Apparently he was and, while you had so many potshots you wanted to take at his ego and so many horrible things you wanted to say, you decided against the alluring idea of being petty and just gave it to him straight. “I hate you.”

His jaw dropped. After a moment, however, he gave you that creepy smile again. “You have a weird way of showing that, though. Seems to me you like playing hard to get. I can dig it.” He went to move closer to try and kiss you when you quickly slid out from under his arms. You swiftly picked up the books he had thrown and you were about to start down the hallway when Derek’s voice stopped you.

“So I’ll see you at the game later? Then you and me, we can go to the party together.”

You knew you should ignore it but you’d had enough. You’d been dealing with this for weeks and in your bid not to stir the waters, it had only gotten worse. Time to pull the pin on that grenade and hit him with the cold hard truth that no one else in Smallville was aware of.

You blew a wayward strand of hair out of your face and took a deep breath, spinning on your heel to face him. “I don’t know how you keep missing the fact that I’m not going with you, that I will never go out with you, but that’s your problem. As it so happens, I’m already seeing someone.”

He stiffened at that. “Who?”

“Someone and that’s all you need to know. And even if I wasn’t, let me just make this perfectly clear: there is no way in hell I would ever go out with you, especially not after all you did to me back in middle school. You’d have to be crazy to think I would.”

Derek waved a hand dismissively. “Come on, I was just playing around with you back then, not to mention it was like a million years ago. You don’t need to make such a big deal about it.”

Your eyes widened. Wow, this guy was even more of a jackass than you imagined. If you didn’t despise him so much, you might actually feel bad for him, or at least you’d feel bad for the future girl who did decide to give him a chance one day. It was a real mystery to you why any girl in this school, cheerleader or not, would ever date him for anything other than his football jock status. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay now, you’re just overreacting. So we played a couple of pranks on you when we were kids, big deal. They weren’t that bad. Just get over it and get under me already.” He smirked at you and waggled his eyebrow again. You began to feel nauseous, disgusted and in disbelief; did he really just say that? Did he really say something that crass and suggestive after telling you that you were overreacting and needed to get over his bullying you?

“Wow.” You blinked. “Derek, you are…something.”

“Don’t I know it, babe.” Derek stepped closer to you, instinctively making you hold your books in front of your chest as if they were some form of shield. “Come with me to the party tonight and you could know it, too. See why they call me the D-train, on and off the field.”

If your heart wasn’t pounding in a mix of fear and anger right now, you would have laughed right in his face. For someone involved in sports, he sure didn’t have any game. You really couldn’t believe this was happening. And to think, when you woke up this morning, you thought it was going to be a halfway decent Friday, especially when you got a sweet good morning text from a certain someone.

“Not happening,” you seethed.

“You say that now,” he said in a throaty murmur. “But you’ll be saying something different later, trust me.”

Your jaw tightened and you turned to leave when he grabbed your arm. “Let me go!” You yanked your arm out of his grip just as Clark appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stepped between you.

“Derek, leave her alone. She said she doesn’t want to go with you so just let it be, alright?”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do, Kent?” Derek bit out, not one bit happy about the interruption. A crowd had started to gather and you could hear the whispers and feel everyone’s eyes on you — which was exactly what you didn’t want. You nervously buried a hand in the back of Clark’s t-shirt and tried to tug on it to get his attention so he could walk away with you. He didn’t budge and continued to stare down Derek, unperturbed.

“Alright, break it up. Break it up.” Assistant Coach Teague suddenly appeared and he quickly glanced between Clark and Derek. “What’s the problem, fellas?”

“Nothing, Coach,” Derek answered. “Just a little misunderstanding between me, Kent, and my girl.” He glared over at Clark.

“Oh my God, I’m not your girl,” you snapped. “Get it through your thick head already!” You leaned into Clark a little, asking “Are you sure there’s enough padding in those football helmets you guys wear? Because I’m going to start worrying about you if this,” you gestured towards Derek, ”is the end result.”

A hint of a smirk played on Clark’s face, but he tamped it down and immediately echoed you. “She’s not your girl, Derek. She never has been. Just leave her alone and we’ll be cool.”

“It’s not your business, Kent,” Derek hissed, yet his cheeks had darkened a shade in embarrassment, having become aware that more people than Coach Teague were carefully watching the scene.

“No,” the coach agreed. “But it is mine.” Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up a little at that. Still, you did your best to hide your reaction from the student populace currently congregating in the hallway. “And I gotta tell you,” the blond took in Clark’s determined expression and protective stance in front of you. His green eyes roved over you and landed on your fingers buried in the tail of Clark’s t-shirt before looking back over at Derek. “This doesn’t look like nothing. I pretty much already have an idea of what’s going on, but because I like to be fair, I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me what’s really going on here, Deakins. And you better make it good.” The coach had his arms crossed and he stared down his player, a stern expression on his handsome face.

“Look, Coach, it’s nothing. Y/N and I were just talking when Kent—”

“Derek was having trouble with the word ‘no’ and what it meant so I stepped in to make sure he understood it loud and clear,” Clark interrupted. Coach Teague’s eyes widened and snapped over to you. You subtly nodded, biting into your bottom lip and hoping he recognized the nervous gesture for what it was: that you wanted this to stop and go away already. You’d been through enough over the years where Derek was concerned; you’d be damned if the idiot was going to ruin your senior year for you, too.

The coach’s jaw tightened and he gave you an almost imperceptible nod in return before glancing between his two players once more. “Okay, that paints a pretty clear picture. Deakins, you’re going to head straight to Quigley’s office right now and tell him why you’re not playing tonight.”

“Coach, that’s not—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Coach Teague growled. “As a matter of fact — Hopkins!” Another player emerged from the growing crowd. “Escort Deakins to see Coach Quigley. Right now.”

Hopkins nodded. “Yes, Coach.” He moved next to Derek who was glaring at you over Clark’s shoulder.

“Stupid bitch,” he muttered. “Not worth my time.” Clark tensed against you and you noticed Coach Teague’s hand clench underneath his crossed arms.

“Get going,” the latter spat. “Or I’ll see that you’re benched the rest of the season.”

Derek spared you one more heated glare, but turned at Hopkins’ urging and began walking away. Clark relaxed slightly and you let go of his shirt, letting out a small breath of relief. Thank God a fight hadn’t happened. You were grateful that your friend stepped in and had your back, but you didn’t want him getting hurt on your account and you really didn’t want a huge dramatic scene. Of course, the small crowd that had gathered around you might prove you wrong on that last account. You snuck a glance in Coach Teague’s direction to find his green gaze already intent on you. You quickly snapped your eyes back to Clark, the one person you were allowed to be looking at without drawing too much attention.

“Alright, show’s over. Everyone, get to class!” The coach urged. People began to disperse, talking loudly once more as they milled the hallway. Great, what happened between you and Derek was now bound to be the talk of the school for the next week at least.

Clark spun around to face you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks for having my back like you did.”

He returned the smile. “Of course. What are friends for?”

Coach Teague appeared and clapped a hand on Clark’s shoulder. “Alright, Kent, I appreciate what you did and I’m sure Y/N does, too, but you need to get to class. I can take it from here,” he assured the younger man.

Clark nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you, and adjusted the strap of his backpack. “Sure. Call you later?” He asked you, suddenly seeming unsure which was strange for your usually confident friend.

You didn’t know why he appeared to be so uncertain all of a sudden, but you nodded, your smile as kind and as reassuring as you could make it. “Yeah, definitely.”

He gave you a nod and turned to head in the opposite direction. Confusion furrowed your brow as you watched him go.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Coach Teague’s voice right next to you snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see his gaze burning into you once more. Unlike Derek’s leering stare, these eyes were warm and made you feel safe. “If you want to report Deakins to the Principal, I can escort you. Or if you want to go to the nurse’s office first to get looked at…”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? No, no, I’m fine. No need for the nurse.”

He arched a brow over at you. “The principal then?”

You pressed your lips together and rearranged the books in your arms. “No. No need,” you answered quietly. Honestly, you just wanted this whole thing to go away, especially Derek himself. You’d like him to go away most of all.

Coach Teague’s jaw tightened and he gently took your books from you and indicated for you to start slowly walking down the hall. He kept an even pace with you. “What Kent said sounded serious.”

You shrugged a shoulder. “It wasn’t. Derek was just being a jerk like usual.”

The coach thought on it for a moment and then licked his lips. “What class do you have now?”

“I don’t. I have a free period. I was just about to head out actually.”

He nodded in approval. “Early Friday. Not bad. Perks of being a senior.” He shot a grin over at you.

You couldn’t help but return it. “Something like that.”

He came to a stop and handed you back your books. “Well, before you go, would you mind helping me out with something?”

You slipped the books into your bag and dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Once you heard the door close, you spun on your heel to face him. “So, what is it you need my help wi—”

He was already on you, cupping your face and kissing you. Once you needed to breathe, he laid his forehead against yours. “What Clark said… Did Deakins put his hands on you?” He panted out. “Tell me.”

Still dazed from the kiss, you fought to answer his question. “Only for a minute.” Whoops, that hadn’t been what you’d meant to tell him. Damn Jason and his talented kissing… not that you’d ever admit that to him. His ego didn’t need to become any larger.

Sure enough, Jason’s eyes went wide. “Only for a minute? What the hell does that even mean, Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back into another kiss, but he resisted. He wanted answers and he wasn’t going to give in until he got them. You were quick to assure him, “He grabbed my arm for a second, but I immediately pulled away and then Clark was there. It was barely half a second, I promise.”

His jaw clenched and he stared into your eyes. “Did he hurt you?” His tone took you aback for a moment. You’d heard him irritated before, but you’d never heard something so…menacing. It actually made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “If he hurt you…”

“No, no,” you reassured him, stroking his cheek. “I’m perfectly fine.”

The unfamiliar fire in his eyes began to dim a bit and his jaw unclenched. Jason was usually a pretty easygoing guy and you rarely saw him get angry, if ever. Even in the few arguments you’d had, he never got mad, not really. While you understood his justifiable reaction, something told you that if Derek had had his hands on you for one more second or if he had seriously hurt you — and if Clark hadn’t intervened — you may have seen a new side of Jason that you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure why your instincts were screaming this at you, but they were. This was definitely something you filed away to discuss with him later, choosing instead to focus on reassuring him for now.

“That creep better think twice before coming near my girl again,” he murmured, tenderly pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think you and Clark made that pretty clear,” you soothed. Because he certainly wasn’t listening to me. Talk about dense.

He gave you one of his charming smiles. “Gonna make it a lot clearer.”

Again, you felt a little perturbed but you quickly pushed the feeling back down and decided to recalibrate the situation. You tightened your embrace around his neck and moved into him more, giving him one of those smirks. “So, do you really have to go to class or do you think you can skip just this once?”

His smile brightened and you knew you had been successful in changing his thought track. “Look at you trying to be a bad influence, trying to persuade me to ignore the call of higher education.”

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while,” you whispered huskily. You felt him shiver slightly against you and you pressed your lips together to keep the triumphant smile off of your face. He was practically putty in your hands now and you knew it.

“When you say worth my while…”

You moved his collar away and placed your lips on that spot of his neck.

“Oh, you mean that,” he chuckled quietly. He briefly closed his eyes as you began to apply pressure and added your tongue into the mix. “You know,” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands glided down your back. “I really shouldn’t skip class.”

You lifted up to his jawline to plant kisses there. “True. So, how about we skip that lunch instead?”

Jason pulled back to grin at you. “Now we’re talking.” He kissed you and when you both needed air, he placed his forehead up against yours. “But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made my girlfriend go hungry just so we can make out under the bleachers?”

You snorted a laugh. “We are not going under the bleachers again.”

“Why not? You know it’s my favorite spot.” Seeing his adorable pout made you want to give in, to give him everything he wanted to make him happy since he made you so happy, but you couldn’t forget that you both had almost been caught the other day. The junior gym class had been running the required annual mile for their fitness tests. He had to pretend he had caught you smoking a cigarette under there just to cover up what you had really been doing. The stern talking to he gave you was beyond ridiculous, but you’d had to go along with it to keep up the charade. It was too risky and you didn’t want him to lose his job. You knew how much he needed it to be able to afford staying in college.

You decided to dig your teeth into your bottom lip and tease him. “We could go to another one of your favorite spots,” you enticed. His eyebrows shot up and your smirk grew. When he realized which one you were talking about, his face brightened and his smile was so wide it had to hurt his cheeks. He looked like an excited overgrown kid who just learned he could open his Christmas presents early.

“Really?”

You held up a finger. “But no skinnydipping this time.”

He immediately deflated and you fully expected to hear another cute whine. Instead, he mumbled, “Okay.” You giggled at his reaction under your breath and he gave you his charming smile once more. There had been skinnydipping (all him though he didn’t realize it) but it had been dark and definitely nothing was seen. The water had been cold as hell and it had been a quick swim, the chill in the night air dashing Jason’s romantic plan for the evening.

“And then after the game tonight,” you continued, kissing his chin. “We can go back to your dorm,” You then kissed near the corner of his mouth. “And play your Xbox,” you hummed.

“I really hope that’s code for something else,” he whispered teasingly to your lips.

Instead of answering, you just smiled. Truthfully, your relationship hadn’t reached that point yet. You’d only been dating since the summer when you two had met at a party where you both spent the whole night talking after hitting it off well. He was planning on traveling to Europe in the next week to spend some time in ol’ Paris on the advice of his mom since he was still hurting over losing the prospect of a football career due to his injury. However, he ended up changing his mind and instead spent all of his time with you. He enrolled at CKU once he got a job — funnily enough as an assistant coach at your high school (so he could still see you in between classes and be able to make money while also doing something he actually liked) — and he continued his relationship with you. Grand romantic gestures, stolen kisses during working hours… And throughout it all, he’d never pushed you for more than you were comfortable with. He’d been patient and understanding, even telling you “I’m good with where we are as long as you are, too.” And of course you were, how could you not be? He was an amazing guy who made you laugh, texted you every morning and night, insisted on taking you out and spending his free time with you, whose kisses made your knees turn to jello and your heart race. You could talk to him about anything; he was good and kind and everything you could ever want in a guy. Everything jerks like Derek weren’t. You loved everything about Jason (though you hadn’t exactly told him that yet). He was everything you wanted and somehow also everything you didn’t know you needed. You were beyond happy.

Jason cupped your cheek and leaned in, kissing you sweetly. When he pulled back, he whispered. “Hey, are you really okay?” All traces of humor and flirtation from a moment ago were gone; he was now completely serious.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.”

He studied you for a minute, most likely trying to determine if you were being completely truthful (you were), and then he tenderly rubbed his nose against yours. “Okay,” he conceded. “But you just say the word and he’s out the rest of the season. I mean it. He will be riding the pine pony so long he’ll be getting splinters in places one really doesn’t want to get any splinters.”

You shook your head and gave him a warm smile. “Thanks, but I’m okay,” you hummed as you brushed your lips against his.

His eyes were still closed when you moved back. “How do you do that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“That.” Jason opened his eyes and he looked genuinely awe-struck which took you aback slightly. “You kiss me and my brain goes to mush.”

Chuckling, you shrugged and ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I could ask you the same thing since every time you kiss me, it also happens to me.”

A familiar warmth began to light up his eyes and a hint of a grin played upon his lips. “Well, that can’t be good for either of our studies. Maybe I should stop kissing you. You know, since we seem to have special kissing powers that have bad effects and all. You’re pretty bad, but me? You won’t have a single brain cell left if we keep going like this for another month or so.”

You lifted up in his arms and murmured to his lips, “Maybe you should stop talking instead.” He snickered into your mouth and tightened his embrace around you. You were on a timeclock, after all, and you intended on making good use of the time you had together.

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If you’re still taking prompts… disaster twins being disasters?

Casey can remember being this excited maybe once or twice before in his entire life, but that’s it. He doesn’t realize he’s bouncing in his seat until Michelangelo flops over him, arms folded around Casey’s shoulders and chin propped up on top of his head, grin present in the bright tone of his voice.

“We might be hyping this up too much,” the youngest Hamato—second-youngest, now, Casey reminds himself somewhat shyly—says good-naturedly. “It’s just a spar, CJ.”

“I know,” Casey says quickly, clamping his hands on his knees. He feels like a little kid again, being warned that if he can’t sit still he can’t stay in the dojo to watch training. That’s not anywhere near what Mikey said, but he’s not risking it! He refuses to miss this! “But it’s just—I haven’t seen sensei spar with anyone but Commander O’Neil in ages.”

He doesn’t say that Uncle Raph was killed when Casey was so young that he barely got to keep any memories of him. He definitely doesn’t say that when Uncle Tello died, sensei destroyed a string of Krang corps single-handedly, stumbled home half-dead, and then didn’t come out of the silent lab for three days. When he did finally emerge, some intrinsic, important part of him was gone for good.

By then, Master Michelangelo was too brittle for physical combat, pouring all of himself into the mystic arts instead. April was the only one left who was unafraid to drag Master Leonardo onto the mats, to bring some life back into him. And it was fun to watch, but it wasn’t those high-energy spars he could remember being awed by when he was a child, when all four of the turtles were together and the apocalypse seemed like something they might survive after all.

“I bet I whooped his butt, too,” April interjects loudly from the cozy-looking beanbag chair she dragged into the dojo. Leo shoots her a mock-offended look, hand over his heart, the whole nine yards.

He’s wearing a pair of bright pink cordless headphones, and his warm-up stretches have a lot more energetic bopping around than perhaps strictly necessary. Raph is smiling crookedly as he guides Leo through the forms, watching carefully for any sign of lingering tenderness or soreness and finding none. He’s probably as relieved as all the rest of their mismatched little clan that Leo has healed to this point—casts and leg brace finally discarded, energy ratcheted up to eleven.

Across the mat, Donnie is pretending to be buried in his phone, but he’s watching Leo as raptly as Raphael. If he thought for a second that Leo was nursing some hidden-away hurt, he would find a way to divert the match without anyone the wiser. And it would be something needlessly showy and stupid, too—Casey has the sudden vision of a lair-wide blackout. He pats the penlight clipped to his belt to make sure it’s there, just in case.

But Leo is in fine form, and Splinter steps onto the middle of the mat with a judicious air.

“Now I want a clean match, boys,” he orders, arms folded. “No shenanigans!”

“Aw, not even one?” Mikey pipes up.

The Hamato patriarch considers this carefully, then says, “I will allow ONE shenanigan!”

“Alright Michael!” Leo cheers. “Use those favorite son privileges for good!” He barely dodges the half-hearted strike from Splinter’s tail.

Then Raphael is placing his hands on Leo’s shoulders and giving him a friendly jostle, in the manner of ruffling a puppy’s ears to get it all riled up (a life-affirming maneuver that Casey only recently discovered for himself one early morning coffee run with Cass when they crossed paths with a nice lady and her wriggly baby pit bull) and Splinter is stepping back off the mat and Donnie is sliding his phone away.

“Let me know if you need me to go easy on you, little brother,” Donnie says magnanimously.

“You hatched four minutes before me,” Leo replies. His tone suggests this is an argument they’ve had at least one billion times.

“No one likes a sore loser, Nardo.”

April makes a coughing, cackling sound, and then shouts, “Someone get ready to do the heimlich! My man’s gonna choke on that hypocrisy!”

“APRIL, you were adopted and you can be replaced!” Donnie shouts back over everyone’s laughter. Casey feels like he’s sitting in the sun, surrounded on all sides by warmth and light. He was raised on the scraps of a ruined world, the scraps of love and joy that his family had left to offer him. They gave him everything they could, but he knew they were digging into the bottom of the well. Here, those things are a renewable resource. All the good just stretches and stretches and stretches forever.

Master Leonardo was not a bitter person. But he was very rarely a happy one. Uncle Tello and Rapha were gone and Master Michelangelo was aging rapidly before his eyes, three times as quickly as he should have. April and mom and all the faces that Casey saw everyday were weary and worn thin, constantly braced for the next horrible thing to come.

It heals something in Casey’s chest that he didn’t know was hurting to see them like this instead. A festering, years-old wound finally draining, finally given clean air and room to heal. April’s still heckling and Mikey is still draped over Casey, sturdy and boyish and the brightest thing for miles. Raphael is leaning against the wall, grinning, as eager to watch the show as everyone else. Splinter looks unrelentingly fond and also like he’s expecting this to be a trainwreck.

In the second before Splinter calls the beginning of the match, Donnie’s eyes narrow suspiciously and he says, “Wait, what are you listening to?”

A shit-eating grin stretches across Leo’s face, and in lieu of answering out loud, he lifts a hand and dramatically finger-spells K-A-R-M-A.

“Oooooooh,” Mikey and Raph and April all chorus delightedly.

“Oh, goddammit,” Donnie bites out, visibly preparing to fight for his life.

Then Splinter’s hands come down and the twins burst into movement. There are no weapons in their hands, it’s nowhere near as showy as their fight with the Krang had been, but it’s amazing in its own way.

They’re fast, much faster than the masters of Casey’s timeline because they’re so little in comparison, lean and lithe and all gremlin energy. The two of them move like they know each other as well as their own selves, the blocks and blows meeting as if they were choreographed well in advance, and every step is so quick and so clean that Casey can barely follow it. Five minutes in, Leo’s eyes glow white and then Donnie’s do, and Donnie barks out a surprised laugh.

Mikey yells, “No inside jokes that’s not fair!”

“It’s a nice break from that song. I've heard him humming it in the back of my brain all day,” Raph says ruefully, then quickly holds his hands up when Leo’s head whips around in his direction. “No offense! I like it! Just not—not 16 times in a row, big guy.”

Splinter steps in the instant Leo winces, having landed too heavily on his bad leg after a showy flip.

“Alright, silly melons, that’s enough. Match goes to neither of you because you play too much.”

Whatever complaint the twins might have made is entirely forgotten as they turn to face their dad blankly. Donnie says, “I’m sorry, did you just call us silly melons?”

“Melons are green, yes? And stupidly expensive at all times for no reason.” He pulls a paperback book out of the inner fold of his robe and thumbs through it. “Children like nicknames. The experts have said so.”

Looking torn between helpless confusion and hysterical laughter, Raph says, “What are you reading, pops?”

“Melons cost like $8 in Chinatown when they're in season, where the heck have you been shopping?” Mikey interjects loudly, shooting over the back of the couch like spending too much of the grocery fund on overpriced produce is the first and final straw.

“Seriously, Splints, what are you reading?” April asks, trying to get the book from him.

“Silly melons??” Donnie and Leo demand again. Training for the day is entirely derailed, though that might have been Splinter’s ploy in the first place.

Master Leonardo wasn’t a bitter person. Despite the weight of the world on his shoulders and all the losses he carried around in his heart, Casey’s memories of him are good and warm and only bittersweet because of those final moments, and because of how much Casey misses him every day. Still—even if he was careful not to let it show—Casey knows that Master Leonardo didn’t have a lot of opportunities for joy.

That’s the thing that’s taken the most getting used to here, Casey thinks, watching everyone. That’s the difference his family makes. This Leo doesn’t have to reach very far for a reason to smile.

He glances over his shoulder and his smile widens to include Casey, and Casey hurries off the sidelines to join the rest of them.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #disaster twins #rise leo #casey jr #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #ratdad #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #swiftie leon agenda continues #working title for this is 'flexing like a goddamn acrobat'#idk whats up with tmnt fics being the vehicle for me forcing my music tastes on my readers lately but it is what it is #this is so silly but i had fun writing it

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teriri-sayes · 11 months

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Reactions to Young Master Shield's Chapter 209

TL;DR - Lily worries about failure and disappointing her family. Everyone reassures and supports her. Cale meets academy staff and is overwhelmed by the welcome. Effric keeps saying stuff that makes Cale embarrassed. Sui and Alberu laughing at Cale's situation. A wanderer gatecrashes the event.

Lily's Worries The first quarter of the chapter was about Lily. She was happy that her brothers were attending, but also worried about her future. Like what if she failed? Fortunately, everyone was supportive of her.

CH said with a sincere and gentle smile that he couldn't study and was bad at it. Basen told her that he was bad at swordsmanship. And Cale told her that it was fine to fail. Her family would not be disappointed in her even if she failed. Awww~ 🥰

Effric's "Attacks" on Cale The entire chapter after Lily's part was so hilarious. Effric, the president of Roan Academy, dealt several blows on Cale that made him feel so embarrassed. And Raon's comments that his human's eyes kept shaking added to the fun. 😂

Effric: *bows at a 90 degree angle* It's an honor to meet you, LORD CALE! Cale: ... Various deans from other departments: IT'S AN HONOR TO MEET YOU! Raon: Human, your eyes are shaking! Effric: A lot of people wanted to hear your speech, and we barely managed to reduce it from the tens of thousands who wanted to. Cale: (Huh? How many thousands?!) Effric: We cleared all schedules today for your speech! Hahaha! Raon: Human, your eyes keep shaking! Effric: I'm sure you'll be a great role model for the students. And for us adults too! Hahaha! Raon: Human, why is your smile like a shrivelled persimmon? Effric: I am looking forward to it, Lord Cale. No, Commander Cale. Hahaha! Cale: ...Yes... I'll do my best...

Cale: *sees the academy plaza* Effric: What's the matter? Cale: It reminds me of the capital's plaza. Effric: You're right. It was modeled after the capital's plaza. Cale: *freezes* Effric: *smiles* I guess you remember that time. Cale: ...Pardon? Effric: Where the legend began. Cale: *freezes again* Effric: *talks more about Cale's shield legend in the capital plaza* Cale: *awkward smile*

Embarrassed Cale Next part was funny. The way to the podium had a red carpet laid on it, and Cale felt embarrassed walking on it while thousands of eyes were watching him. Raon's comments weren't helping him either, especially the one about how Sui kept laughing for some strange reason. Cale could only mentally curse and hold it in. 😂

Cale was dressed in his black commander uniform, so the students were very excited. And when Cale met eyes with a knight student, the "Shield" chant began and spread all over the plaza. Cale was embarrassed again, and Raon made it even funnier again.

Raon said that Alberu had arrived and was laughing out loud at Cale... 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Cale... 🤣🤣🤣

We did get some thoughts on Cale about his past. His KRS self found school life as dull, and he found speeches boring, so he decided to keep his speech short. And also a line about original Cale not having gone to school because he was busy acting like a trash.

Speech Curse is Real We were all expecting the speech, right? Unfortunately, Cale's speech curse is back! 😂 Anyway, we find out that CJS actually headed back to report to GoD after his time on the Central Plains. Cale had messaged GoD, asking to send CJS and reporting about his finding of the Five-Colored Bloods being like wanderers, but GoD ghosted him... 😂

As for the speech curse...

Cale to the students: Nice to meet you. Raon: Human, CJS is here! Cale: (Okay, I just greeted them...what now?) Raon: CJS said it was urgent! He said he could sense another wanderer nearby! Water AP: The sky is strange. Cale: *looks up the sky and sees an incoming black dot* Cale: (Is that a person? A wanderer? No, why is this always happening to me?) Cale: Damn it.

Ending Remarks I loved today's chapter. Reading about an embarrassed Cale is so fun~! 😂 And the speech curse at the end! 🤣🤣🤣 Given the chapter title, I guess we'll see the return of Cale's shield legend next chapter. I can't wait for Friday to come!

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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anrisimps · 2 years

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Cale’s gaze headed to Choi Jung Soo who questioned with a smile and continued, “I’m still the same. Don’t you think so?”

Instead of replying, Cale turned his gaze to the paper.

The outward appearance of Choi Jung Soo, whom he had not seen in a long time, resembled the appearance of Choi Jung Soo in Kim Rok Soo’s memory.

Just as Kim Rok Soo had changed, so had they.

Cale calmed down.

This was because Choi Jung Soo’s last appearance came to his mind for no reason. Naturally, Lee Soo Hyuk’s appearance also came to mind.

I shouldn’t think about this.

Not now.

Cale closed his eyes slowly and then opened them again.

The records in his head that were playing had stopped, and his mind went blank.

Sometimes cale would stop mid conversation and look at cjs and lsh as if he was not seeing them at all. In their place, it is their older, tired , bloodied and dead selves he's looking at. Cale feels like he's hallucinating again. Just like all those times after they died.

They're deaddeaddead you stupid idiot. Stop. Daydreaming. StopitStopitStopit

Cjs and lsh watch in grief as their dongsaeng forcefully pulls himself out of his records. Others are suspicious but they are not as used to record as the older soos. To see their young master's/ Cale nim's / human's eyes become like an empty shell at random instances when he stares at lsh and cjs so longingly make all of them so sad.

Cale gets pulled into a group hug and smothered in affection by his hyungs after his little episodes. Lsh and cjs also feeling happy, nice and safe after having krs smushed between them safely. It makes them sleep peacefully.

#trash of the count's family #lout of count’s family #choi jung soo #lee soo hyuk #cale henituse #kim rok soo #choi han #raon miru

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mitsu-of-the-moon · 9 months

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Turtle pile, but this time with a good ending

Ok so. Disclaimer. This is my first fic ever and its about @somerandomdudelmao rottmnt AU. (this shows how much I am into this AU, it's seriously a masterpiece)

I was thinking about the arc just before all the turtles (past and future) reunited... and I had an idea of how the turtles would react to a sick Future!Donnie.

anyways, here it is!

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After coming back to life in another time branch, bringing back his brothers from the apocalypse and concluding that death is fixable, Donnie forgot that he is not actually omnipotent, God or a perfectly oiled machine.

This grounding truth became obvious when one evening, while he was working on the time-machine, his movements became sloppier, and a pounding headache started to grow from the sides of his head. The irrational part of his brain (a very little part of his brain to be honest) brought him back to his time branch, in those days in which the symptoms of the krang infection started manifesting. But no, he shook his head as if to obliterate that stupid irrational thought. It’s not possible that the krang infection remained in his body, both Barry and Mikey confirmed it.

Now, he just had to hide it from the rest of his brothers, which could be quite a challenge given the fact that they now lived all together and there isn’t an active apocalypse that is trying to kill them at any moment to distract them. Nice.

Thankfully CJ was spending the night with their younger versions and April.

But really, it wasn’t that bad, after running a few quick tests on himself he found that the reason of his unwellness lied in the fact that his body became accustomed to the terraformed New York’s weather… aka as dry as the fucking Sahara Desert. Right now, in the normal New York it’s almost winter and let’s just say that the sewers’ humidity index is a tad bit higher than what he is used to…

Suppressing a few coughs, the softshell decided that it’s time to go to catch a few hours of sleep. He stood up from his chair, missing the heat and pressure it provided against his shell. Galileo… he hasn’t worn his battleshell in ages. I have to add it to the list of things to do; now it’s not the right time. He lethargically made his way to his bed and carelessly flopped down. It was in that moment that he realized just how tired he was, his eyes burned from looking at his computer’s screen too much, his head was now throbbing in a very piercing way and all his body felt heavy. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was utterly exhausted he would have noticed a big red figure looking at him from the doorway of the lab.

When Leo woke up after a long and (finally) continuous 8 hours of sleep, he wasn’t feeling as relaxed as he thought. The slider looked at the time twice to confirm the amount of hours he actually slept, but not even a truckload of confidence could erase the deep feeling of anxiety in his gut. The anxiety wasn’t unusual; it was a feeling that he had to come to terms with during the difficult times of the apocalypse. What bugged him was that he hadn’t felt this particular type of anxiety for almost two years. The twin sense. But Donnie was ok; he was the one that brought him, Mikey and Raph to safety, he wasn’t frail like the last time he saw him, he didn’t have eyebags that were darker than the night sky. He. Is. Ok.

Groaning, he decided that it was time to get up, at least to shake off his irrational thoughts and to see with his own eyes that his brother was indeed fine and healthy. When Leo arrived in the kitchen he was met with the mouthwatering smell of Mikey’s pancakes. God he didn’t even realize how much he missed them. Raph was already at the table eating the pancakes, he smiled at the view, he would have never thought this moment could ever be possible, but here we are.

“Hey, Mr sensei? You done staring? Do you want the pancakes or not?”. The box turtle was leaning on the stove, his air put up in a bun, on one hand he had a spatula, on the other a ladle with some pancake batter in it.

“Good mornig hermanos! Michael, my dearest brother, right now, to my eye, you are an angel that has just blessed my day. I would die for just one piece of your pancake”. His orange brother chuckled and poured the mix in the pan. “No more dying, please. I’ll make as many as you want; go sit down”.

The slider made his way to the table, sitting in front of his older brother. He looked around, trying to find some trace of his twin.

“Has Donald already eaten?”

He knew that the answer was going to be negative; Donnie has always been a night owl, never too eager to wake up early in the morning. What he didn’t expect was his red and big brother to freeze mid bite.

“You ok big guy?”

Sensing the mood shift, Mikey approached them, putting a comforting hand over the snapper’s left shoulder. “You know you can talk to us Raphie” he smiled.

Raph sighed putting down the fork and placing his right hand over Mikey’s.

“I know… I just…” He sighed again, this time looking directly at Leo. Were those worry lines on his brother forehead? “'Look, I’ll bite the bullet or whatever. I have been having trouble sleeping, you know, with all the ‘I haven’t slept in more than 5 years' situation, and it’s fine! It really is! I know that it’s difficult to adjust, but I kind of liked my old routine. Back in the apocalypse I used to patrol the base and make sure you all were ok… it was the least I could do”. The snapper lowered his gaze, frowning deeply. “The only person that Raph had some trouble looking after was Donnie… at the time I didn’t realize it, but at some point, he started to lock the lab the night… I guess that was when he started getting sick.”

That was a stab in the chest for all of them. No one had noticed their brother’s decaying health; it took Casey to physically make contact with Donatello’s ribs to get them to open their eyes at the situation. Leo didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about how irresponsible of a leader, of a brother, he had been... everything could have been avoided if he just thought about doing periodic checkups on his brother, it wasn’t that absurd, but he overestimated the softshell’s capabilities of taking care of himself. Right now, though, his twin sense was screaming at him, and he had a feeling that Raph wasn’t just expressing his feelings in a little breakky therapist session. “Raph… look at me.” He searched his big brother’s eyes. Black eyes met black eyes. Red bandana met red stripes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Tonight, I heard Donnie cough. Badly.”

In that moment, Leo’s heart shattered.

After a few freezing seconds that felt like ages the cold dread was broken by Mike, bless his heart, he really was an angel.

“let’s not worry too much about what we still don’t know. This place is quite dusty, it could have been that, right? We’ll let him sleep it off and in a few we are going to check on him.” The mystic warrior squeezed his brig brother’s finger (his hand was too big).

Leo looked at his little brother, one could have been fooled by his light smile, but that smile wasn’t reaching his eyes, and his hand was gripping too much Raph’s finger.

The slider took a deep breath, he had to say it, to voice it in some way or he was going to go crazy.

“Do you guys think it could b-“

A loud crash interrupted him mid-sentence. Raph stood up immediately “It came from the lab!”. Mikey started levitating, his eyes becoming that fluorescent hue of orange and began to sprint-fly towards the lab, followed closely by his brothers. They soon arrived at the lab which, thanks to Draxum’s interior design sense, didn’t have heavy metal doors that are extremely difficult to open.

“DONNIE?!”

Mikey’s scream was like an arrow to their chest, a waterfall of panic washed over Leo. Why didn’t he go to his twin sooner? Why didn’t he dare to check his brother? Why couldn’t he learn from his mistakes?

The lab was still dark, the only source of light were a few LED lights that Donnie started installing to the time machine and the original green/yellow lights. In the shadows only one thing cold be distinguished, their brother’s body on the floor, next to his lab chair.

“shit shit shi- Raph turn on the lights!”

The slider reached next to the softshell Mikey, he had a hand on his forehead, he was trembling slightly, his eyes had come back to their natural color. “L-Leo… He won’t wake up! I-I tried to call him, but he doesn’t respond “.

Raph returned and put his big hand on Mikey’s shell and began making circling movements to try and soothe him, but his eyes were glues to his other little brother unconscious body. In the meantime, Leo had already taken on his role of medic, assessing the pulse and the breathing, noticing also the deep dark eyebags. He sighed in frustration; Donnie wasn’t going to get out of this easily. “He definitely has a fever, but other than that I can’t say anything more…”

The first thing that Donnie noticed was that his shell was cold. On a more accurate analysis, he found out that all his body was cold. Cold and sore to be more specific. Mh… he would rate this nap a solid 1/10. Wait. Nap? He didn’t remember falling asleep and his bed surely wasn’t this cold. As he slowly regained consciousness he became aware of other sensations and stimuli, like the pounding headache in his temples, dry throat and someone who was touching him. Right now the feeling wasn’t particularly appreciated.

“ghh- cough- cough”

Where was he??

“ie? Yo- th us? Donnie??”

A rough hand was positioned on his forehead. Ew it’s sticky. Gross.

“Leo?”

He slowly opened his eyes, his retina adjusting to the blinding lights in his lab. His lab? Wait the last thing he remembered was getting up to go rest, he was starting to feel shitty and- Ohh fuck.

“yeah, ‘oh fuck’. Donnie, it’s quite important, look at me.” He directed his gaze towards the source of the voice, to his left. Leo was on his knees, worry lines dug into his forehead. Behind him there were his brothers, both of them had similar expressions on their faces.

“Donald?” oh right, focus.

“yeah?” God, his voice was raspy.

“Do you think you can get up on you own?”

He really really really (3 reallys) hoped so. “I- yeah I think so”. The softshell began to get on his elbows, ignoring the blinding pain on his back and how much his vision was swaying. He couldn’t ask for Leo’s help. Not right now, because now thing are different, he is fine, he isn’t weak, frail or uncapable of doing the most basic things, like getting up or walking aided by a stick, like an old men. He had it, he fixed it. He managed to sit upright, his vision went black just for a few seconds as his body was trying to adjust to the change of position. When his vision returned normal, his eyes were met with a comforting and warm light which definitely wasn’t coming from the lightbulbs of the lab, it was coming from Mikey’s ninpo. His mystic brother was so gentle that he didn’t even realize that he was floating mid air.

“wait Micheal, I can walk, I swear”

He heard a few scoffs, coming from different directions.

“yeah, keep telling yourself that. Dummy.”

The warming feeling of his brother’s ninpo was a bit too comforting and sleep felt like a good idea.

“Donnie please try not to fall asleep”. This was Raph, he used his ‘big and responsible brother voice’, oh how much he missed that.

“mh, just resting my eyes”

Suddenly he flopped on the big couch in the ‘livingroom’. Mikey was in front of him, a frown of worry on his face. “Leo, I’m going to use my ninpo a bit harder now, I think you should stand back a little.”

Leo actually listened to Mikey, his gaze though didn’t leave the softshell. Raph looked worryingly at Mikey “Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

Mikey raised his arms towards Donnie, “Don’t worry big guy! A little Krang research didn’t aver hurt no one!”

Wait, Krang? It was in that moment, that Donnie realized that his brother thought that he was still infected. That he was still sick and weak. His brother was going to risk overusing his ninpo on a little cold.

“No wait Mikey!” Cough cough. “It’s not the Krang, I’m sure of it!” another cough.

Leo walked closer to the couch, positioning in front of him, his eyer on fire. “Donnie don’t be stupid. You couldn’t see it coming the first time, so why would you predict it now? Why wouldn’t we check after finding you unconscious?! We can’t lose you AGAIN Donnie! You can’t fix everything! And even if you can, sometimes prevent is better than cure!” His brother’s eyes began to water. “I can’t keep losing you… please let us check”.

Raph reached the slider and put a big hand on Donnie’s shoulder, “Leo’s right Donnie… we can’t be so sure, things are already too complicated right now, let us be sure about at least one thing, let us do it. Let Mikey check.”

The box turtle turned to him with a bright smile, “It’s going to be quick, trust me”

Cold shivers run through the softshell’s body, and resulted in a shiver. “promise me that if you start feeling that something is off you are going to stop.”

All his brothers looked at him with an unreadable expression.

“Said the turtle who fainted, probably because of exhaustion.” Ok fair enough.

“touché”

The process was actually quite quick. As soon as Leo and Raph took a few steps back Mikey began to glow (he never got tired of seeing it), and when his little brother took his hands a hot sensation ran through his body, banishing the shivers from just a few seconds earlier.

After a few minutes the warm feeling was already gone, replaced by the sewer’s humidity.

Mikey smiled at his brothers “Donnie was right, there is no Krang.”

“told you so” cough cough.

A general sigh of relief could be heard from all of them.

“it’s this place’s fault, it’s too cold and humid compared to what we were used to.”

Leo flopped on the couch, right next to him and punched him on the shoulder. “Oh no! It’s totally your fault! You have again neglected your health like the workaholic you are! You can’t keep doing it!”

Mikey sat on the floor in front of them, “Leo… why don’t we argue later? Dr Delicate touch is going to pay a vist for sure,” he looked at Donnie, who was looking like he could fall asleep in any moment. “why don’t we make a turtle pile? It’s been ages”.

A turtle pile. Everyone remembered the last time they did it. That time Raph was a robot with a metallic and cold voice. Donnie was as frail as a stick, he was so weak that he couldn’t even sit.

But this time it was different.

Raph was real.

Donnie was just under the weather.

Death is fixable.

They are ok.

They are together.

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the End. Comments and suggestions are always welcome!!

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ricky-tiki-tah · 4 months

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If you're still looking for Ego prompts, maybe Wilford? 👀

Yes! I’ve had an idea for him banging around for a little bit.

—Story Time—

Mornings were always a quiet affair. Most of the other egos figured that Wilford needed his coffee to wake up in the morning, as any attempt to interact with him before then was largely unsuccessful. Only a few of the older egos knew the truth.

“Good morning, Wil.”

William hummed a quiet greeting to Dark, nodding towards the Jims at the kitchen table as he grabbed his mug, once again thankful that Dark gets up early enough to make coffee before everyone else is awake.

“Morning Not-so-Pink Jim!” One of the two Jim’s currently at the table spoke up.

“Mornin’ CJ.” William responded, turning around to lean against the counter and sipping his coffee.

Dark turned to grab the sugar and whipped cream, in preparation for Wilford’s memories to slot into place. “Any plans today, love?”

William shrugged, closing his eyes to just enjoy the quiet. “Got a meeting with Kathryn later. Think I’ll work on new interview questions til then.”

At this point the pink was returning to his hair and mustache, so Dark passed him the sugar. “Tell Kathryn I said hello, would you?”

Wilford nodded, reaching for the whipped cream and digging through a cabinet for the rainbow sprinkles. “Oh sure! Here’s to hoping she doesn’t mention the mess that happened yesterday!”

Wilford clinked his overly sugary mug with Dark’s, pressing a kiss to the other’s cheek before turning to head towards his studio. “Later Jims! I’ll look over your footage after my meeting.”

“Later Pink Jim!” The duo chorused.

AJ turned to look at Dark, who raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Reporter Jim wants to interview William.” CJ spoke up.

Dark shook his head, finishing off his own coffee. “That’s not advisable, Jim. Wilford doesn’t know about his lapsing into William, and I would rather not find out what would happen if he were to find out.”

“Permission to interview Wilford, Demon Jim?” AJ asked.

“If you don’t ask about William, I don’t care AJ. Goodness knows what you four will do otherwise.” Dark replied. They had long since given up arguing with the Jims that they weren’t a demon.

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“Wil, I can’t find Roosevelt!” Artie ran up to the pink journalist.

“Well then I’ll help you look! She’s bound to be around here somewhere.” Wilford pat the boys head reassuringly before turning towards his manager. “Excuse me Kathryn, this is of upmost importance. Roosevelt is expecting and Artie here has been busy making her a comfy little nest.”

Kathryn sighed but nodded. “Well we were nearly done already. I’ll leave the notes on your desk. Nice to see you Artie.”

“Nice to see you Kathryn!” Artie waved, tugging on Wilford’s hand. “Let’s go Wil!”

“Later!” Wilford waved. “Oh, Bim was wanting to talk to you too.”

“Alright. Good luck Artie.”

“Thanks!” Artie was finally able to pull Wilford away and towards his room.

“Have you looked in your treehouse yet, King?” Wilford asked, watching Artie tug him along with amusement.

“Yeah, she’s not actually missing though. I just had to think of something to get you out of the meeting.” Artie admitted, opening his door and making a beeline to his window.

“Oh really, whatever for?”

“Roosevelt had her babies!!” Artie explained, leading the way across the rope bridge to his treehouse.

“Oh did she now! That’s wonderful!” Wilford laughed, following the boy’s lead in staying quiet and moving slowly.

“Look!” Artie pointed towards one of the nest holes. “They’re so tiny!”

“Indeed! What do you plan to name them?”

Artie hummed deep in thought, milling it over as he studied the squirrel kits. Wilford smiled fondly, petting another squirrel while he waited.

“I think I’ll call that one Sherbet, that one Rocky, that little one Obi-Wan, and that one Moose.” Artie finally decided, pointing to each kit as he named them.

Wilford laughed. “Lovely names, I’m sure they’ll grow right into them!”

Artie beamed. “Oh they will! I’m the best King of the Squirrels ever and I’ll make sure they grow up to be big and strong little squirrels! Oh, the Jims want to interview you again, by the way.”

“Of course, they’ve only done so twice this week, I was waiting for them to come looking for me again.”

—

“There you are, Darkling!” Dark looked up as the pink ego appeared in their room.

“Hello Wilford, how was your day?”

“Oh it was great!” Wilford started, sprawling across Dark’s lap. “I scheduled another interview, and that meeting with Kathryn went splendidly! Oh say, did King tell you about his baby squirrels? They’re so adorable and tiny! And of course the Jims interviewed me again. This time they wanted to know how some of my hair is pink and I told them ‘well how should I know? It just is!’”

Dark smiled, setting his book aside and carding softly through said pink hair while he listened to Wilford ramble on about his day.

#ego headcanons #wilford warfstache #egos #markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #darkstache #king of the squirrels #the jims

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yournaothings · 4 months

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"Hello, friends. It's me, Killer! Welcome to the next chapter to my story~ hehehe~ I hope you're having a good time because we're just getting started~" Killer chuckles. "Before we begin the third chapter, I just want to say how happy I am to see so many of you coming here just for little ole me~ I've seen you're comments, both good and bad~ Oh, yes! That reminds me!" He leans in closer to regard you- Yes! You! The readers. "I may rizz the human during this silly little story, but my love only goes to my knives~ Oh! And Horror, too!"

The author returns to the office to find Killer tapping away at her laptop- "What? Killer! Damn it! I told you not to mess with my computer!" Author is quick to shove Killer out of her seat, sending him a small glare. "If you break my computer, I'll beat the crap out of you!"

"Relaaax~ I was only sending my readers a messages." [He makes Author type that, since Author is a big meanie and won't let Killer touch her computer.]

"Sorry, everyone. We're going back to the story now." Author says, sending yet another small glare towards Killer, who stole her damn snacks- what the fuck?

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The human's home wasn't bad. They lived in a complex apartment in a nice little neighborhood. The green lawns were freshly cut, allowing everyone to go outside and enjoy the beautiful day-

"Ugh- no one cares about what the outside looks like! Just tell them about what happens to my human and their friend! We've got lots to do in this story, Naomi! What am I paying you for?!" Killer shouts, interrupting the author from their storytelling.

The author is so embarrassed for being called out like that, but she turns to glare at Killer. "You don't pay me anything, Killer. What the fuck, man. Why are you still here, anyway?" Killer waves at her dismissing her question easily. "Don't worry about it- just get on with the storryy!" He stomps his foot in a small tantrum before pulling out his knife, and gave the author a wry glare. "Don't make me stab you."

The Author wasn't scared; she only gave him a flat look. "That's no way to speak to the person who is writing "your" story." Killer groaned dramatically and released a heavy sigh. "Fiine! Please get on with the story. I want the readers to see what I do to the roommate-" [He grins sadistically.]

"ACK! THIS IS A SPOILER FREE ZONE!" The author raised her voice in panic, quickly moving on to the story and stopping Killer from breaking the fucking fourth wall. [Is this what you deal with, CJ? Crying face.]

---For real this time---

The human invited the three skeletons inside of their home, offering to make them some tea, or whatever they wanted. Horror hummed curiously as he opened the fridge to see what kind of food the human had within. He was disappointed to see there wasn't much food in there, his disappointed groan caught their attention. They walked over to peek under Horror's arm to see their fridge was almost bare. "Oh yeah. I haven't gone grocery shopping yet."

"So, you have a roommate?" Killer asks while leaning against the kitchen counter in the human's small kitchen and spun his knife around again- no wait, that was the human's knife. "Don't steal my knives, Killer. Please." The human told him while giving him a suspicious look. "I do have a roommate-"

"What is going on in here?" Said roommate stepped in right then, having heard the strange voices in their home. They looked at the human and gave them an annoyed look. "Where have you been? It's not like you to disappear and bring guys home? What's happening here?" The roommate didn't seem pleased with the three skeletons presence in their home, or that the human had left without a word only to show back up unexpectedly.

The human smiled to their roommate, clearly not bothered by the annoyed glare their roommate was sending them. Behind the human, Dust sat at the dining table. His hood pulled over his head as usual, his eye lights snuffed out as he watched the new human closely. He didn't trust them. Something didn't seem right and it had him on edge.

"Well, I won a contest, so I got to hang out with these guys. They uh, stream games and do other silly things. It was a lot of fun. But, I'm home now. They won't be staying long, so don't worry." The roommate regarded the three monsters before turning their attention towards the human. "Why don't I make you some tea? I can make the others some, too." The human smiled joyfully to their roommate as they thanked them. "Do you want me to help?" The roommate shook their head, and shooed them out, along with the skeletons. "No, I've got it. Why don't you go show the skeletons around."

Killer's grin widened in excitement. "Yeah! You should show us around! That way I know how to get in easier when I stalk you later~" He laughs mischievously. The roommate sent a disgusted look at Killer who caught sight of it, but didn't react to it. Dust on the other had did, his eye sockets narrowing. Killer gestured for his buddies to follow the human as they left the kitchen, preparing to show off their apartment.

"This is where Nightmare ripped you out of your AU?" Killer asked as he pushed his way through Horror and Dust and into Angel's room. Angel stumbled over their words while trying to tidy up their room. They weren't expecting any guests and hadn't cleaned up before everything happened. "Yeah, this is it." Angel replied nervously. They hurried over to Killer's side as he started to mess with their computer. While Angel attempted to keep Killer from messing with their personal computer, Dust remained in the doorway of Angel's bedroom. His mismatched eye lights glared down the hallway, suspicious of Angel's roommate.

"What are you looking at, Dusty?" Horror asked with a hum. He stepped up closer to look over Dust's head. "I've got a bad feeling about that other human. I don't trust them." Horror chuckles softly, his larger skeletal hand patting Dust's shoulder as he replies, "You don't trust anyone, Dust." Dust's only response was a small hum. His eye lights shift over to regard Angel, who was still trying to keep Killer out of their computer files. "I swear! I don't have anything worth looking at in there!" Angel cried as they lost the fight against Killer, who laughed manically while he dived into their precious files. "Let's see what you've got in here~ hehehe~" To his dismay, he didn't find anything suspicious, but did find some art they have done of him and the gang. He perked up while looking through Angel's collection, who started to get embarrassed from someone seeing their unfinished work.

"Hey." Came Dust's rough voice, catching Angel and Killer's attention. The two glanced over at Dust, who looked tense. His blue and red eye lights spoke volumes of distrust. Angel started to fidget uncomfortably, worried that Dust was angry with them for whatever reason. "What's wrong, Dust?" Dust stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Your roommate sucks." Angel looks surprised, their eyes widening in surprise that he would say that. Then, they smiled. "They're not bad. We just came in unexpectedly with no warning. I'm sure they were just startled." Dust barked a humorless laugh, not believing any of Angel's explanation. "Startled. Right."

"What's wrong, Dusty~ you don't like their roommate?" Killer asked as he stood from the desk chair he had been sitting in and walked over to poke fun at Dust. "I don't trust them." Dust grumbled as he glared at Killer. "You don't trust anyone." Killer repeated Horror's word from earlier. "How bad can they be?" Killer snickered. "They're not bad, I promise." Angel told the boys, giving them their usual smile. Dust's eye lights disappeared, his eye sockets as dark as the void. It gave him a scary look. "I don't trust promises." He says. Killer pouted and pokes at Dust repeatedly. "Lighten up! You're being rude to Angel!" Angel laughed softly, shaking their head. "It's alright, Killer. Dust can have his own opinions."

Dust's eyes lights ignited faintly while looking at Angel. "You're too nice." Dust said before slapping Killer's hand away from him, stopping Killer from repeatedly poking at him. "Oh, thanks!" Angel smiled widely- "That wasn't a compliment. Seriously, you're too nice. That's a bad thing. Being nice will get you killed, Angel." Dust tells them. Angel was at a loss for words, their smile dropping from Dust's brutal honesty. "Aw, you made them upset, Dust." Horror told Dust, who simply turned away in time to see the roommate step into the hallway and make their way into Angel's bedroom with a mug in hand. They offered a smile to Dust, but he immediately knew it was fake. They slipped past Dust and stepped closer to Angel. Dust's eye sockets narrowed when he smelled something off about the drink.

"Here you go. It's your favorite tea." Angel smiled and thanked them while taking the mug into their hands. "I appreciate it, thanks."

"Didn't they say they would make us something, too?" Horror asked his two other skeleton buddies, a little disappointed that the roommate hadn't brought them anything. Or at least him. "Yeah, they did say they'd get us something, too." Killer huffs annoyed. The roommate acted strangely while watching Angel bring the mug closer to their lips, the rim pressing against their lips.

A bone suddenly came flying at the mug, smashing into it. Surprisingly, the porcelain didn't cut their lip when it shattered. Angel was quick to step back so they wouldn't get burned by the hot liquid. They turned to see both Killer and Horror startled, while Dust's eye lights burned with his magic. "Dust?"

"They poisoned your tea." Dust said, his eye sockets narrowed. The roommate grew tense, their glare fixed on Dust. "I didn't poison it!" Dust gave a hostile grin. "I could smell it."

Killer and Horror turned to glare at the roommate, while Angel turned their attention to their roommate, their expression contorted in a confused and hurt look. "You tried to poison me?" Angel asked, seeing the hateful glare their roommate, their friend gave them. "Why?"

"You piss me off. I don't want to live with you anymore." The roommate started to explain, giving Angel an angry, hateful look. When you didn't get the hint that I wanted you out, I decided to do something about it. Too bad that your stupid skeleton friend caught my attempt to kill you." Angel jolted as if they were just slapped. They might as well have been from the hostility in their roommate's voice. They were hurt, their heart throbbing in pain from betrayal.

"That's not very nice." Killer said, his knife in hand and ready to stab. He was clearly not happy with the turn of events. "That's a shitty reason to kill them." Dust growled out. Horror summoned his axe, holding it in both his hands looking very menacing. His one good eye light seemingly glowing with anger. "That's unforgivable."

The roommate sized up each skeleton, before they turned to glare at Angel. "Didn't realize these three were your dogs." Angel gasped angrily, and shoved their roommate. "They're not my dogs! They're my friends! What the fuck?! I can't believe how awful you're being! You could have just said something to me! Why give hints that you wanted me gone? Is this just an excuse to kill someone and get away with it?" Their roommate had a burst of anger, their expression twisting in such a hateful and dark look before they shoved Angel against the wall. Their hands were quickly around Angel's neck and squeezing Killer teleported right beside them, his knife quickly making a quick slashing motion, effectively slicing the roommate's neck open.

Angel gagged when their roommate's blood poured out of their neck and all over their front, they had to turn their head to the side to keep the blood out of their mouth. The roommate slumped down onto the ground, too far gone from being saved. Angel slowly turned to look down at their roommate in horror. After their mind registered what had happened, tears blurred their vision, they glanced up at Killer. The murderous skeleton spun his knife around, his grin wide and proud at his handy work. "Problem solved~" He laughed and caught Angel's tearful gaze. His grin dropped and he slipped his knife back into his jacket. "Aw, don't cry, sweetheart! I did you a favor! They were trying to kill you!"

"Y-You didn't have to kill them, Killer!" Angel cried. "They.. They were my friend, I'm sure we would have been able to work through our problems without anymore violence." Angel said with their voice raised. Dust huffed out a laugh and rolled his eye lights. "This was an obvious, kill or be killed moment. You seem to forget that we're murderers." Killer grinned, though he was obviously irritated that Angel was upset with him for doing his job. "Dusty Poo is right. I wasn't going to let some nobody hurt ya! They tried to kill you, so I killed them before they could do anything to you!" His grin fell again, his tone was irritated. "You should be thanking me."

Once again, Angel was reminded that these three were murderers. Their job was to kill. Angel embarrassingly wiped away their tears and glanced down at the deceased body on the floor. Killer had killed them because they were trying to kill Angel. He was protecting them, and they repaid him by yelling at him. It made them feel worse. "Shit, I... I'm sorry, Killer. It's just that... They were my friend." "Yeah?" Killer asked as he nudged the dead body with his sneaker. "They were a shitty friend." He perked up and grinned at Angel. He raised his hand and booped their nose. "I forgive you~ Come on, let's get you home."

"Huh?" Horror hummed in confusion. Dust also looked confused, then narrowed his eye sockets at Killer. "The Boss is going to kill you." Killer turned to grin at Dust. "Nah~ He won't! I'll tell him what happened, and he'll let Angel stay!" Horror grinned and chuckled. "Hear that, Angel? We actually get to keep you!" Angel looked nervous, glancing between Horror and Killer. "Do I get a say in this?" "Nope!" Killer was quick to say and grabbed Angel's arm and tugged them towards Dust and Horror. "You're one of us now!" Having said that, Killer and Horror began to chant; "One of us, one of us, one of us!"

Dust wanted nothing to do with Horror and Killer's antics. "You guys are fucking idiots." He tells them as they prepared to teleport back home with Angel. "You're just jealous that I took the EXP and you didn't~" Killer mocked, laughing at Dust. Dust narrowed his eye sockets and summoned his Gaster Blasters. Killer screamed as Dust fired his Blasters at Killer, destroying part of the house-

Horror was quick to grab Angel before they could get hurt and teleported back home. All the while, Dust and Killer fought against each other, destroying the entire house and all of Angel's belongings. Oops.

"Where are the other two?" Nightmare asked after Horror and Angel arrived home. Horror gave his boss a quick explanation of what happened, and judging by Angel's negativity, it was true. "Oh yeah." Horror laughed. "Killer was teasing Dust that he took that human's EXP, and Dusty Poo got angry. They're fighting in Angel's AU now." Nightmare released a heavy sigh and pinched his nasal ridge. "Idiots." He grumbled.

"EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE!" Dust suddenly appeared in the living room with Nightmare, Horror, and Angel. "What?! What's on fire?!" Nightmare asked, his annoyance growing. "Oh shit!" Killer laughed when he appeared beside Dust. He held his middle and bent over as he laughed hysterically. Dust grinned at Killer and chuckled. "We set the neighborhood on fire. Oops." He laughed and shrugged. "What?" Angel asked shocked. "You fucking idiots!" Nightmare rolled his cyan eye light and turned away from his idiots, walking away. "Help the human settle in, and leave me alone. I've had enough of you fools for one day." Killer straightened up having calmed down from laughing so hard. "You got it, boss!" He saluted again, before grabbing Angel and dragging them away to find them a spare room. Horror decided to go cook something up for the team; they deserved a nice meal after everything. Dust walked over and collapsed onto the sofa, yawning loudly before letting himself doze off.

#yournaothings #undertale au #Killer Sans #Nightmare Sans #Dust Sans #Horror Sans #Reader #Murder Time Trio #Cjdoesva #angerisflawed #blanksceneva #callmeslate #Chilling With the Murder Time Trio

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novastories · 1 year

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Line Without A Hook

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Line Without a Hook” by Ricky Montgomery.

Summary: Aurora arrives back in San Diego, and reunites with people she both expected and unexpectedly anticipated.

Warnings: Swearing/language and mentions of PTSD

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting as much, been going through some stuff mentally. But without further ado, here’s a longer chapter and enjoy the reunion of the BAP trio 💛

Thanks to my beta reader and editor @reginleight!

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Where do you want this last box, Rory?” Amelia asks from the living room.

“Over there in the kitchen please!” Aurora replies to her sister.

Aurora was so happy to be back in San Diego. She, Maverick, and her puppy, CJ, arrived in San Diego late last night and stayed in a hotel. Aurora had called her mom and Amelia the day she had left Washington DC, to let them know that she was going to be back in San Diego.

Penny and Amelia were currently spending the morning and afternoon with Aurora as they were helping her move into her new house within the city. Maverick had yet to see Penny and Amelia as he went straight to the Navy base where they had provided him lodgings for the upcoming mission. In the afternoon, he would be going to the Admirals to be briefed a little more on it.

“I still can’t believe my little star is back in San Diego!” Penny gushes over her daughter, as she gives Aurora another hug for the hundredth time today. Aurora groans as Amelia cackles, taking the box into the kitchen.

“Mom,” Aurora whines as Penny refuses to let go of her eldest daughter.

“She gets worse with age. You should have seen her last year when I bought my dress for the homecoming dance,” Amelia snickers, holding CJ, who Amelia had already bonded with.

“My babies are growing up. I’m getting so old,” Penny groans, releasing her daughter.

Aurora and Amelia both roll their eyes and chuckle, knowing their mother looks so much younger than her actual age.

Aurora kisses her mom’s cheek as she finishes unpacking the box she was working on before Penny left, walking into the kitchen to most likely unpack the remaining box Amelia had brought in.

Aurora was lucky that NCIS had helped her find a nice three-bed and two-bathroom house she was able to rent on short notice.

Apparently, Gibbs and Director Vance had pulled a few strings to help her find a good place that was a ten minute drive from the Navy base since the NCIS office was also located there. As well as her mom’s house being fifteen minutes away, with another five minute drive from Penny’s house to Goose and Carole’s.

She would sometimes hear the sounds of the naval aircrafts flying above her house, and it made her smile remembering Bradley. And Jake and Peyton obviously, but mostly Bradley. Everything seemed to be settling in place.

“So, when do you start work?” Amelia asks, sitting on the floor and tossing CJ’s ball for him to chase after. The dog ran after the ball as it bounced away, skidding across the hard floors and almost tumbling straight into the wall.

“On Wednesday,” Aurora recalls from the email she got from her new boss. Since it was a Saturday, her boss had figured Aurora would need a few days to get used to her new surroundings before she started her new desk work.

Amelia smiles at her big sister from where she sat. She had missed Aurora so much, always looking up to her. When Amelia heard she would be coming home, she was so happy she screamed with excitement.

The two sisters were always close, with Aurora helping out as much as she could, especially when Amelia’s dad had left them. Amelia didn’t really consider her father as a dad, as Maverick had helped fill that void a while ago. But she never said it out loud.

“Have you heard from Peyton lately?” Amelia questions her, as Aurora pulls out a framed photo of the family. Aurora sighs as she hears the question. She stares longingly at the photo, where it was Maverick, Penny, Amelia, Peyton, and her at their graduation party.

“You know for being the talkative one out of all of us, he sucks at replying to letters,” Aurora responded, setting the frame down on the table next to her.

“I hope he’s doing alright,” Penny sighs, walking back into the living room.

She knew not to worry too much about her son, but it never got any easier when he went on deployments. She preferred if all her children lived in the same place, even though she encouraged them all to live out their own lives and dreams.

“He’s fine. He has Bradley,” Amelia surmised.

“That’s what I worry about,” Aurora chuckles, as she pulls out the stuffed rooster that was given to her by Bradley when he told her his callsign.

Aurora thinks back to the letter she wrote to both of them. She didn’t tell them about meeting Hangman, or any of her cases. Just that she was usually drowning between paperwork and fieldwork.

Penny and Amelia give each other a look as Aurora stares off into space.

Even though they were both happy that Aurora was home, they noticed she was different, even though they just saw her today. Sometimes she would go into a daze for a bit before returning back to normal. She would flinch and reach for her knife at a loud noise sometimes, occasionally falling silent and biting her cheek, or even fidgeting with her bracelet.

Penny knew a bit of her PTSD to an extent, but not the whole story, where Amelia didn’t know anything. They didn’t say anything though, wanting Aurora to get settled before saying anything.

“Any big plans tonight?” Penny asks, drawing Aurora out of her mind.

“Probably nothing as fun as what you’re going to ask me,” Aurora smirks at her mom.

“Well, how about a little help tonight at the Hard Deck then since you don’t have to work yet?” Penny suggests. “Amelia is sleeping over at her friend’s house. I had a coworker have something come up and I need someone to help me with the Saturday rush.”

“Sure! I haven’t bartended since college, so I might be a bit slow,” Aurora shrugs.

“No, you’ll be fine,” Penny reassures her. “Plus, you’ve always been good at it.”

“And there’s always hot eye candy to look at too!” Amelia pipes in.

“Amelia!” Penny turns to her youngest daughter. Aurora bursts out laughing at her sister’s antics.

“Not that it matters, you only have eyes for Bradley,” Amelia teases in a singsong voice.

Aurora rolls her eyes, not objecting to her statement, and throws bubble wrap at her. Amelia catches it and tries throwing it back at Aurora and soon they end up throwing a lot of the leftover bubble wrap around, with CJ jumping up and down, joining in the chaos.

Penny chuckles at her daughters, wishing Peyton was there to complete the family.

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Maverick had just finished his meeting with Cyclone and Warlock as he sat at the bar of the Hard Deck. How was he not only supposed to train this new group of aviators but also work with his godson who had still yet to even talk to him ever since he pulled his papers from the Academy?

He had already spotted two of the students he was going to be training for the mission at the dartboard, noting that he could already sense the ego of the blonde guy. He was texting Ice about his meeting before he heard a voice speak to him.

“Dad?”

He looked up and saw Aurora had walked in with her purse in hand with a confused look on her face. Maverick turned to her, confused about what Aurora was doing at the bar.

“Sweetie? What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question. Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting with your higher-ups about the mission?”

“I finished. Why are you-”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” a voice says behind the bar. Maverick turns back towards the bar and sees Penny. “Pete.”

“Penny? What are you doing here?” Maverick questions, stunned and confused, until remembering the bar he’s at and laughs to himself. He was so deep in his thoughts, he had forgotten that Penny owned the bar and was most likely working.

“I should ask you the same thing,” Penny answers him. “Hi sweetie, you can put your bag in the office near the kitchen,” Penny tells her daughter.

“Sure thing, mom.”

“You’re working the bar tonight?” Maverick asks Aurora.

“Duh, gotta help mom out,” she winks at both of them heading towards the kitchen/back area and leaving her purse inside the office before walking out toward the bar area.

“No way. Artemis?!” a voice calls. Aurora freezes in her tracks and turns to the voice.

In all his glory, stood Jake Seresin in his khaki uniform, standing next to the dartboard.

“Holy shit! Hangman?” Aurora was stunned.

Last she had heard from him, he was stationed down in Texas, near his family for the time being. They would message each other now and then, as they had truly bonded quite a bit ever since Aurora had saved his life.

He holds out his arms, as Aurora walks quickly towards him and launches herself into his arms.

“What are you doing here?” Jake questions the woman after pulling back from the hug, holding her within arm's length.

“Reassigned to the office here in San Diego. What about you?”

“Called in for an assignment at Top Gun. They called in the best of the best,” Jake answers proudly. Aurora freezes for a bit.

Does that mean Bradley would be called back? What about Peyton? No way, she thought. They would have called her. She shakes that thought from her mind, focusing back on the guy in front of her.

“Who’s this?”

Aurora and Jake turn to the friend he was with, the other guy confused as he had never met the woman who had hugged Jake.

“Oh, crap right. Coyote, this is Aurora. Aurora, this is my friend, callsign Coyote,” Jake introduces.

“Lieutenant Javy Machado, at your service ma'am,” Javy says as he puts out his hand for Aurora to shake, to which she does.

“Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell, nickname Artemis,” she smiles proudly.

“Wait, hold on. As in THE Artemis? The NCIS agent who is part of the infamous Gibbs team in DC? The team that solved the Port-to-Port killer case?” Javy questions incredulously. He wonders how Jake knew her.

“The one and only,” she proudly smirks at him before shortly being called by Penny to hurry and get behind the bar.

“Sorry for the short introduction. Duty calls,” Aurora winks at both of them before hurrying towards her mom, who was still talking to Maverick.

“Wait. Mitchell? As in?”

“Apollo? Yeah.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Holy fuck is right. C’mon. I’ll tell you all about it while I beat you at pool,” as Jake drags Javy to the pool table.

Aurora was behind the bar and she could hear her mom and dad talking, and she smiled at their interaction. She loved seeing her parents together.

Even though many times they’ve told the kids to never get their hopes up of them getting together, Aurora also held hope for them. She saw the way her dad looked at her and her mom never talked badly about Maverick, even though Maverick would leave constantly. They loved each other too much to ever talk badly about each other.

Aurora was drawn out of her thoughts when her mom rang the bell. She looks at her dad and sees that he has his cell phone on the bar, looking around confused.

“What am I missing?” He asks his daughter. She chuckles and gestures to the sign.

“Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your phone on my bar,” he reads.

“And you buy a round,” Penny finished his sentence. Aurora laughs as she scoops ice into a shaker and makes a drink for someone.

“For everyone?” Maverick looked around, nervous as there were quite a few people in the bar.

“I’m afraid rules are rules,” Penny smirks at him.

“You’re lucky it’s early dad,” Aurora chuckles as she leaves to serve the drink.

Aurora smiles as she hands the drink to a lady, taking her card to open a tab for her. She was getting into the groove of things behind the bar with her mom.

She used to bartend a bit in college before her NCIS internship in order to earn a bit of money on the weekend. It helped her out a lot during an undercover case, as well as when her mom purchased the Hard Deck.

“What do we have here?” Aurora hears Jake call out from across the bar. She turns and glances at who he’s talking about, seeing a woman and two other men wearing their khaki uniforms enter into the bar.

“If it ain’t Phoenix!” Jake smiles at the woman who had stopped in front of him. “And here I thought we were special, Coyote.”

Aurora rolls her eyes at Jake’s ego literally oozing out from him, as she turns to reach the beer tap next to her, filling a drink for someone. A bit goes by and she hears Jake call for her.

“Artemis, my dear.”

Aurora rolls her eyes as she turns to him.

“What do you want, Hangman?”

“I’ll have four more on the old timer,” Jake says, as he makes eye contact with Maverick.

Jake didn’t know who he was, which made Aurora want to laugh, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Say please,” she teases.

He rolls her eyes as her mom comes up right behind her.

“I got it, can you get some glasses in the back for me? And fill up the kegs as well,” Penny tells her.

“Sure, mom.”

“Mom?” Jake asks, as Aurora was about to leave. She winks at him, as she rushes to go to the kitchen, but before she does, she goes up to the jukebox and puts on the song “Tramp.”

It was a song Bradley had added to the Spotify playlist that he, Aurora, and Peyton shared, and it reminded her of him. She smiles as it comes on, before running to the back.

Outside, Bradley had just parked the Bronco outside the Hard Deck and turned to Peyton.

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

Together, they both exit the car and strut into the Hard Deck with their sunglasses on. Both of them decided to forego their khaki uniform and wear comfortable clothes instead.

“Ha! Someone’s playing your song Rooster,” Peyton chuckles, as Bradley rolls his eyes, not that Peyton could see it.

“Bradshaw! Mitchell! Is that you?”

Penny and Maverick turn to see the two standing near the Hard Deck doorway, shocked. Maverick knew Bradley was going to be part of the mission, but he didn’t know about his son being stateside. Penny didn’t know either of them would be back.

Bradley and Peyton walk up to Natasha.

“This is how I found out you both are stateside?”

“We just thought we’d surprise you,” Peyton smirks, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into his shirt pocket.

Bradley chuckles at his best friend’s remark, but then grunts in pain as Natasha hits him with the pool stick as she hits her ball into the pocket.

“I guess I surprised you back,” Natasha replies as Bradley looks up.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.”

Bradley pats her shoulder before standing up to say hello to everyone else. Peyton hugs Natasha before greeting Mickey, who was also someone he had met during his time at the Naval Academy.

“Here you go,” Penny says, before handing over the beers to Jake.

“Thank you,” he genuinely says to Penny, now that he also realized that Penny is Aurora and Peyton’s mom.

“Much appreciated Pops,” Jake says to Maverick, winking at him before heading to the jukebox.

Maverick shakes his head going back to nursing his drink.

Aurora, still in the back, was bobbing to the faint music as she moved a few of the empty kegs so she was able to change the hose to the full kegs. The full kegs were always heavy to move, so she knew this would take a while.

The jukebox changes to the song Jake had put on, “Slow Ride,” and Aurora in the back chuckles knowing that it was him that put the song on. Jake soon walks back to the pool table and spots Bradley Bradshaw.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe,” Jake smirks as he hands the beers to Coyote and faces him. He takes the pool stick from Bob as he lines up to take a shot.

“Hangman, you look…good,” Bradley admits before giving a quick glance to Peyton next to him, to which Peyton, who was sitting on a bar stool, kicks him.

“Well, I am good Rooster,” Jake says as he shoots the ball into the pocket. “I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.”

He stands up and sees Peyton and tries to keep cool. “Apollo, still attached to Bradshaw's hip I see.”

“Hangman, still vying for attention I see,” Peyton retorts back.

“So,” Payback interrupts the two. “Anybody know what this special detachment is about?”

“Well, a mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me” Jake replies.

Bradley had to hold in a chuckle before turning to Peyton, who was trying his hardest not to let out a groan, as Peyton had repeated those exact words to Bradley that day.

“What I want to know is,” Jake continues, “Who’s gonna be team leader?”

The pool balls clatter.

“And which one of y’all has what it takes, to follow me.”

Bradley was over Jake’s ego, so he decided to say something back.

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.”

It quiets around them, besides the music playing in the background, while you can hear Mickey let out a small laugh. Peyton smacks Bradley’s arm, while even Natasha looks at Bradley with a little disbelief.

Jake smirks at Bradley as he makes his way in front of Bradley, passing by Payback and Phoenix.

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna, run out of fuel,” Jake smirks as he sits on the edge of the pool table. Bradley smirks at him, keeping eye contact and never backing down.

“But that’s just you, ain’t it Rooster,” Jake sighs as he stands up to eye Bradley, chest to chest.

“You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment, that never comes,” Jake whispers to him.

Not only did Jake mean in the sense of Bradley’s flying skill, but also meaning Bradley’s waiting for Aurora. Jake wondered how long Aurora would wait for him if Bradley would ever make a move. Aurora would brush it off whenever they talked about it via letters and texts.

Him and Bradley stand chest to chest, neither backing down. “Slow Ride” continues playing in the background.

“I love this song,” Jake grins, as he walks away and leaves Bradley, pondering what Jake had said. Natasha walks up to Bradley, who both were watching him walk away towards the bar.

“Well, he hasn’t changed,” Nat says.

“Nope, sure hasn’t,” Bradley looks at Nat and they both just roll their eyes at Jake.

“So am I the only one who felt the sexual tension, or…?” Peyton speaks up.

Bradley swats at him, and they both laugh it off. Bradley sits next to Peyton, both watching the next pool game happen, their seats against a pillar blocking the bar.

Aurora walks back out of the area, and lugs the box of clean glasses from the kitchen, to the bar.

“Need help there, hon?” Penny asks her, moving out of the way so Aurora could set the box down.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll set them down over there on the other side of the bar.”

Aurora sets down the box as she huffs to take a breather.

“You look like you were struggling for a bit there.”

Aurora looks up and sees Jake leaning against the bar, smirking at her.

“You think you can do better?”

“Oh, I know I can,” Jake teasingly winks at her as she laughs.

She fiddles with her bracelet, and Jake realizes how much Aurora was still struggling with her PTSD and anxiety. He gave her a worried look, to which Aurora shook her head, not wanting to talk about it.

“Need another beer?” Aurora asks.

“Please.”

Nat looks back over to Jake and sees him flirting with a woman, whom she felt she recognized, but couldn’t quite place her.

“Hey, who’s Hangman flirting with? She looks familiar.”

Mickey, Bob, and Payback look to where Nat was gesturing towards.

“Oh, that poor girl. She must be a new bartender,” Mickey assumes.

“She’s pretty cute though,” Payback admits.

Coyote looks over to where they were looking, laughs to himself, and takes a glance at Peyton and Bradley who still had yet to look at Jake and Aurora.

“Wait, who?” Peyton was confused, feeling a bit jealous, but trying not to show it.

“Look, over there,” Bob says as he points behind Bradley and Peyton, towards the bar.

Peyton and Bradley both get out of their seats to look at Jake and this so-called new bartender and they froze.

Aurora and Jake were laughing as Aurora handed him a beer.

Peyton was the first to react as he got up and walked past Nat, Bob, and Mickey who were staring at the two.

“Wait, Apollo, what are you-? Rooster? Where the hell are you two going?” Natasha was confused at their sudden urgency.

Bradley trails behind Peyton, knowing it was best to let the twins have their own reunion first.

Peyton walked faster towards the bar. Soon he could hear his sister and Jake talking until he spoke up.

“Rory.”

She froze and looked over Jake’s shoulder, gasping.

“Pey?”

She exited the bar area and ran straight into her brother’s arm, tearfully wrapping her arms around him. It had been about 3 years since they last saw each other, the longest they had been away from each other.

Jake smiles at the two, before leaving to go back to the pool table to give them space for their reunion.

“What are you doing here?” They both asked at the same time before laughing and looking into each other’s eyes.

Peyton examines his little sister, who didn’t look so little anymore. Her dark brown hair now had faded blonde tips, Peyton guessed from when she had dyed it and just decided to let them grow out.

Aurora smiles as she puts her hand on her brother’s cheek. She could feel the stubble underneath her hand. Peyton and Aurora, as different as they are, were the spitting image of each other, especially now that they had grown up.

“Wait, if you’re here then…” Aurora trails off before looking over Peyton’s shoulder, tears filling her eyes.

There stood her best friend, all grown up. Bradley was not the lanky boy she had left those years ago. He had filled out, and had a mustache just like his father. She would poke fun at it later, but all she could do is take him in.

Bradley couldn’t believe the girl he was just thinking about was finally right in front of him again. He had to be dreaming. It wasn’t until Aurora tore herself from Peyton and started running towards him did he finally realize this was reality.

He took her into his arms, lifting her up and swinging her into a little spin, as she gripped onto him tightly, giggling and burying her face into his neck.

He stopped after a few turns, setting her down, before taking a good look at her, cupping her face in his right hand, and leaving his left hand on her waist. Aurora stares at the man in front, her heart beating fast, finally being back in the presence of her best friend.

“Am I dreaming? You’re actually here?” Bradley wistfully asks her, still not believing Aurora was right in front of him.

Aurora smirks as she keeps her hands around his neck, even with the height difference, she was on her tippy toes to help reach around his neck.

“Dream of me often, Bradshaw?”

Bradley chuckles in disbelief. He gives Aurora a kiss on her forehead before replying.

“Every hour, every minute, every second that I breathe princess,” he whispers with his raspy voice into her hair.

Aurora’s breath hitches at the nickname. It had been so long since she had heard him say that. She would never get enough of Bradley calling her nicknames.

Her heart was full of love, as Peyton approached the two, grouping all of them into a hug.

The trio was back together as they held each other tightly, before letting go.

“What are you doing here, Ro? Aren’t you supposed to be back in Washington DC?” Peyton asks her.

“I was reassigned to the San Diego NCIS office after uh…after realizing I wanted to come home, especially for Amelia and mom,” Aurora changes her answer quickly, remembering she had yet to tell them about her PTSD. Technically it was the truth, just half the truth.

Aurora then realizes that the two idiots in front of her didn’t even call her to let her know that they were both stateside.

“And you two! When were you both going to tell me you were stateside?” She accuses the two.

Bradley and Peyton suddenly both looked interested at their surroundings, refusing to look at Aurora.

Peyton soon spots his mom and his dad across the bar. He sighs, relieved that he found a way out.

“Oh my gosh, is that mom and dad?” Peyton interrupts Aurora mid-rant of telling them off for not letting her know they’d be in San Diego. “I better go say hi to them!”

Immediately, he’d taken his way out and left to go say hi to their parents.

“Peyton, get back here!” Aurora follows her twin. Peyton tries not to run into people as he tries to escape his sister’s wrath.

Bradley chuckles, realizing how much he missed the twin’s antics before following them, knowing he also had to say hi to Penny and Maverick.

As much as he wanted to avoid Maverick, he knew his dad would be mad at him for not saying hi to his godfather.

“Oh, my baby boy!” Penny hugs Peyton tightly, just as Aurora caught up to him. Aurora rolls her eyes, as Peyton sighs, realizing he had safely escaped her fury. For now at least.

“I’m not done with him yet, mom!” Aurora hisses at Peyton.

“Now, now little star. You and your brother behave while you’re in the bar. Don’t make me ring the bell.”

“For what?!” both the twins exclaimed.

“For Peyton, disrespecting a lady. For Aurora, disrespecting the Navy.” Penny shrugs, with a mischievous grin.

Both the twins start to protest until Penny reaches for the bell, about to ring it. They stopped arguing, realizing it was best not to piss off their mom.

“That’s better. Oh, Bradley! It’s good to see you as well, hon!” Penny smiles, as she reaches to give Bradley a hug. Peyton and Aurora roll their eyes, knowing the Bradshaw boy was well-admired by Penny. Peyton turns to give his dad a hug.

Aurora stares at Bradley, realizing how much Bradley looked different from a few years ago. His biceps were bulging from the gaudy Hawaiian shirt he wore, and she could feel his chest when they hugged.

Realizing she was still staring, Aurora turned to join Penny behind the bar again, an attempt to calm the blush that was threatening to show on her face. She fanned herself a bit, feeling hot all of a sudden. Aurora couldn’t believe she was ogling at Bradley so outwardly.

“How long are you two here for?” Penny asks both the boys after Bradley had given Maverick a nod, not wanting to interact with him much more beyond that.

“Not sure yet, we’ll know after we find out what our assignment is tomorrow,” Peyton answers his mom.

“Where are you two staying?” Maverick questions both of them, wondering if they were staying on base.

“Mom and dad said we could stay at their house until they come back next week,” Bradley answers, giving a side glance to Maverick, before settling his eyes on Aurora.

Staring at her, he was really seeing how much she had changed since the last time they’d seen each other. He couldn’t help but admire Aurora, watching as she moved about behind the bar, helping her mother. He was full-on ogling her, and as soon as Peyton noticed this, he elbowed Bradley to stop.

“Wait, I have two spare bedrooms at my place! Just move in with me!” Aurora suggests.

“Are you sure? We don’t want to be a bother,” Bradley was hesitant and gave Peyton a glance.

Peyton smiles, as he wouldn't mind sharing a house with his two favorite people. Plus, it would get Peyton more opportunity to get Bradley and Aurora together. He was already plotting out a scheme in his head.

“Of course! You’d have to share a bathroom though. Oh and I have CJ, so I hope you don’t mind.”

Bradley’s heart sank. Who was CJ? Was it her boyfriend?

“CJ?” Peyton speaks up for both of them, as they were confused at who Aurora was talking about.

“Oh, yeah, CJ! My emotional support puppy!” Aurora chuckles, realizing what it had sounded like at first, not noticing Bradley’s reaction.

Bradley lets out a sigh. Okay, so not a boyfriend.

“Wait? Why did you name your dog CJ?” Bradley wonders. Penny laughs, as she hands someone a drink.

“She won’t tell anyone else, but whatever it was, she told Amelia and they laughed for like ten minutes straight.”

“Well, if you’re okay with it. We’d love to be your two new roommates!” Peyton smiles as Bradley nods along with his statement.

“Wonderful. We’ll settle everything tomorrow then,” Aurora smiles at both of them.

They nod as they realize that work was really starting to pick up for Penny and Aurora at the bar. Bradley and Peyton decide to head back to the pool table where some of the other newcomer aviators had joined the rest. Aurora smiles before giving them a wave.

Before the evening rush could get any worse, Maverick decided to ask Penny to close out his tab for the day. Penny leaves to close it, while Maverick talks to his daughter for a bit. He started noticing Aurora getting a bit apprehensive, chewing her inner cheek.

Reaching out his hand, Maverick offered it to Aurora to ground herself with. Glancing over, there was little hesitation before taking it and slowly taking a few deep breaths. Once calmed enough, she whispered her thanks to him before releasing the grasp.

Penny then comes back with news about his card.

“It’s been declined,” Penny states. Maverick looks at her in disbelief while Aurora arches a brow in amusement.

“You’re kidding?” Maverick sputters.

Penny shakes her head. Maverick reaches for his wallet, and pulls out a few bills. Glancing at the receipt Penny held in her hand, Aurora’s eyes went wide at seeing the total.

“How about-?”

“That’s not gonna cover it,” Penny shows him the paper. Maverick chokes at the sight and awkwardly chuckles.

“Uh, I’ll come by tomorrow and bring you the cash.”

“I’m afraid rules are rules, Pete,” Penny says as she rings the bell. The crowd cheers at the sound as someone yells overboard.

Aurora groans, feeling second-hand embarrassment that her dad was getting kicked out of the bar, and also the fact her mom had rung the bell.

“Overboard, overboard!”

Jake, Javy, and Reuben show up behind him. Jake smirks at Maverick, before the three boys lift him out of his seat to throw him out of the bar.

Aurora waves her dad goodbye, as she knew he could handle himself. She wished she could be in the room on Monday when Jake found out that not only did he throw out his instructor for their mission, but Aurora and Peyton’s dad as well.

“Great to see you, Pete!” Penny waves at Pete being carried away. Aurora uses the rag that was on her shoulder to whack her mom for her stunts. Penny smiles, realizing how much she had actually missed Maverick.

The jukebox soon stops working, and the crowd groans at the lack of music.

Penny sees the Bradshaw boy, followed by her son going towards the bar, before realizing that they had been the ones to unplug the jukebox.

She takes a glance at her daughter who was starting to get a bit restless. Penny knew it wasn’t because she was tired, but the crowd was getting a bit much for her, as Aurora started fiddling with her bracelet again.

Penny looks through the crowd and sees Bradley and Peyton walk their way towards the two.

“Hey Mama Pen, do you think Aurora can go on her break?” Bradley asks her with a pleading face.

Penny laughs. “She’s done for the night actually, take her for me, will ya Bradshaw?”

“Gladly!” Bradley smiles. Aurora turns upon hearing this.

“Are you sure, mom? I can finish up here-”

“Nonsense, Jimmy and I have it from here. Now go, before I change my mind.” Penny reassures her daughter. She gives Aurora a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the other side of the bar.

Aurora smiles before putting her rag down, and stepping away from the bar. Bradley grins at her exiting the bar area, before lifting her over his shoulder.

“B! Put me down!”

“You’re coming with us, sweetheart.” Bradley smiles, as Peyton pats his sister’s back before they traipse towards the piano.

Bradley sets her down on the piano bench, while Peyton stands next to her, as Bradley sits on the other side of the bench. He smiles at Aurora before showing off his piano skills, playing a little jazz melody, knowing Aurora was a sucker for jazz. She rolls her eyes, as Peyton leans on her.

Soon a few people joins them.

Nat pats Bradley on the shoulder before turning to introduce herself to the girl sitting next to him.

“I’m Natasha Trace, callsign Phoenix.”

“Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell,” Aurora smiles at the woman shaking her hand.

Nat lights up at the name. No wonder she looked familiar to her. She was the girl in the photo Bradley had in his cockpit every time he flew. Peyton and Bradley always talked about her whenever they had the chance.

They were interrupted as Mickey, Reuben, and Bob came to introduce themselves to the girl.

“Wait, you’re Artemis, right? Apollo’s sister?” Payback asks, as Bradley continues riffing on the piano.

“Unfortunately,” she sighs as Peyton hits her arm.

“Holy crap. Is it true you saved Hangman from a killer?” Mickey asks. Peyton and Bradley turn to Mickey confused.

“What?!”

“I don’t know, ask him yourself,” Aurora gestures to Jake and Javy who were walking over to join the group. Bradley huffs, scooting closer to Aurora, feeling a bit threatened by Jake's and Aurora’s friendship, knowing he would ask her about it later.

“Yo, Hangman. Is it true Artemis saved you from a killer?” Mickey repeats the question to Jake when they get closer. Jake laughs and looks at Aurora.

He takes a sip of his beer before nodding at the question. “She brought a knife to a gunfight,” he answers. They all gasp as Aurora rolls her eyes.

“You’re leaving out details,” Aurora says.

“Holy damn, you’re badass. How are you Apollo’s sister?” Natasha wonders out loud.

“Hey!” Peyton protests.

They all laugh. Aurora turns to Bradley who has gone silent, still playing a bit on the piano. She smiles softly before putting her hand on his thigh. He looks up from his hands, meeting her gaze.

“Great balls of fire?” She asks him.

Bradley smirks. “Only if you sing it with me, princess.”

Aurora nods, and soon Bradley starts off the song.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will, but what a thrill

Bradley looks at Aurora and Peyton before they join in with him singing.

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

Everyone around them starts singing along, and soon the whole bar starts cheering and singing along as well.

Outside, Maverick watches all of this happen from outside. He gets flashbacks of him and Goose singing the exact same song, with Bradley and Aurora on top of the piano, and Peyton on Goose’s lap.

He remembers how he almost lost Goose, and how this mission could change almost everything. Maverick wonders if Bradley was ready for the mission, and if he didn’t choose Bradley to fly, what would happen to their relationship? Bradley would never forgive him.

Maverick then looks at his son and daughter and sees their smiles. He hadn’t seen Peyton in a long time, but Maverick was just happy to see Aurora smile since they had left Washington DC. He walks away, leaving them to enjoy their moment.

Kiss me, baby.

Bradley gestures his head for Aurora to give him a kiss on the cheek, to which Aurora smacks her hands on her lips and uses the hand to push Bradley’s cheek away. Peyton chuckles as Bradley fake pouts at Aurora for not giving him a kiss, but continues on singing.

Ooh, that feels good, baby

Hold me, baby

I wanna love you like a lover should

You're fine, you're so kind

I'ma tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine

Aurora glances to see Jake nodding along to the song, who was looking at Peyton. Peyton seemed to actively refuse to look his way. Making a mental note of that, she knew she would have to ask her twin about this later.

For now though, she decided she was going to take in this moment, watching the people around her play off of Bradley’s energy.

Kiss me, baby.

Aurora gives Bradley a kiss on the cheek to which he grins and glances at Aurora.

Ooh, that feels good.

Bradley gives a little fake shudder, as Aurora laughs at his action, singing until they end the song.

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

Everyone in the bar cheers for Bradley. He stands up to give a little dance and Aurora shakes her head and laughs.

“Rooster! Rooster!”

Aurora stands up and claps along with everyone as she watches Bradley twirl and give a few more dance moves. Finishing his dance break, Bradley smiled at the scene around him. He glances at Aurora who was standing next to Peyton after the song before dragging the twins into a tight hug.

For now, everything felt right. Not worrying about the past or future, and instead living in the present with each other.

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