#he was one of my favorites growing up and still is

[azaharinflames]

I think, what I’m mostly honestly devastated about, is Tommy.

Because sure. We’ll keep seeing Buck. He’s one of our mains. And as much as Oliver’s words have disappointed me, Buck is still my favorite character. We’ll see him get better. In an improbable but perfect world, he and Tommy grow back together. If not, I don’t see myself being able to invest in his new relationship. I cannot honestly say I will care about it.

But Tommy? My God. It’s brutal. Because he’s not happy. The break up wasn’t mutual and it wasn’t nice. The last we see of him is of him heartbroken. It’s of him scared. It’s of him alone.

And it feels so heartbreaking for that as well. Because we don’t know if he’s going to be okay. Because what we do know is that he feels alone. And now he’s more alone than ever.

It’s such a horrible way to end his journey, if this for real is the end. He’s shown to have a lot of dedicated fans that saw themselves in him, and now you’re telling me this is what they get? That the representation they see on screen of themselves is portrayed in his last moments on screen as someone scared and heartbroken and lonely? Unable to find happiness?

Is that your choice in the current climate?

I guess that’s what makes it so I find it really hard to keep watching. 911, for as dramatic as it is, has always been a feel-good show. Nothing of this feels good.

Nothing feels good when the gay man ends up alone, sad, and scared.

And I’m sorry.

[luvfy0dor]

“You Drew Stars Around my Scars” - Dazai x Reader

warnings; Dazai is the one drawing stars YAYYYY, scars, could be from sh or from anything else

description; your lover decides to decorate your arm with dark ink

The ballpoint pen dragged acrossed your skin, leaving splotchy, black ink in its wake. Every now and again, your eyes would flicker between the growing art piece on your skin and the top of your lovers head. His face was filled with focus, hidden behind his dark, brown hair- Dazais tongue poked out of the the corner of his mouth, dry of any saliva from having been exposed to the air for so long. "Those are kind of hideous." You tease him, a grin on your face as he filled in his poorly drawn star on your forearm. "How mean of you, y/n, I think this is worthy of the Louvre." He says, lifting his head to look up at you with a furrowed brow and playful glare. "Keep telling yourself that." You reached out to run your fingers through his hair before the pen clattered against the tabletop and his boney fingers wrapped around your wrist and moved your hand from his hair to the desk. "Haters don't get to touch my luscious locks." He huffs. "Now stay still so I can finish covering you in my hideous stars." It wasn't long before four or five more adorned the space above your wrist. Some of them were decorated with the swirly texture of Dazais fingerprints, and some of them were already a little bit faded. Others were dark with sharp points, like they had just been tattooed onto you. His thumb ran over your old scars, his face blank of any emotion before in a rare moment of tenderness, he brought your wrist to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to your skin. "I love you." He mumbled, his voice barely audible and his lips still touching your arm. "I love you too, Osamu." You replied. Moments like these were some of your favorites- the moments where Dazai was sweet and delicate with his words and actions. Not to say you didn't like his charades and laughable behavior sometimes, but every now and again, it was nice to see him stripped of satire and be bare with sincerity.

A/n; HEY GANG OTS BEEN FOREVER!!! first and foremost, if you're an American above 18, I hope you've registered to vote and/or voted in this presidential election- this year is highly important! Second- I'd like to apologize for my lack of activity recently, I've been so busy and unmotivated, but I'm hoping for that to change soon!! I love you guys so much, thank you for sticking with me through my inactivity and continuing to support me and my writing.

[deadhands69]

Attention

MDNI

Tomura Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: Reader is in the League of Villains, swearing, kissing, uh sex happens.

the world is a lot today, and over 72 million people can suck my dick. hope this helps distract someone at least a little bit

Tomura Shigaraki always wanted attention. He wanted the world to see him. He needed everyone to know what he's capable of. But on a personal level, one to one, he's never considered what that would look like. 

That's why he's surprised to find his favorite box of cereal in the kitchen after your recent grocery trip. 

“Do you like this one too?” he asks casually. 

“It's good, but I got it for you. That's the one you like right?”

“Yeah..” he trails off while pouring himself a bowl. Eyes tracking you in his periphery, more suspicious than the situation necessitates. 

Of course you knew what cereal he would want, why wouldn't you? It's the subtly sweet ones that have flavor but aren't overwhelming. And the pieces are small enough for him to open his mouth slightly without re-splitting his cracked lips. He picks the same cereal to eat nearly every day if it’s an option, you think anyone would have noticed that. 

Later that day, you settle down on the couch to play video games and call him over. Grabbing a random controller for yourself, you hand him the one he likes. The one with the grips that stick a little easier for him to hold without using all of his fingers. He can use the others, absolutely. But after an hour or so the way he shakes his hands out tells you his fingers cramp more.

To you, this was obvious. You didn't think anything of it. 

But for him, no one ever notices these things. Surely, this must be a coincidence. Right? 

That evening, it shouldn't come as a surprise to him when you pass in the hallway, observing him once more as you walk back to your room in a towel after showering. 

“Your shirt is inside out,” you inform him.

“Oh,” he mumbles, choosing to correct the issue immediately. 

Of course you notice the way his abs ripple as he slides the fabric over his head. How couldn’t you?

Your eyes linger too long and he catches you staring. Only now does he realize these coincidences aren’t coincidental at all, he has your full attention. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

The two of you stand nearly still, switching between heavy eye contact and glances at each other’s bodies. Both growing more flustered by the minute. It’s as good of an invitation as you’re going to get: after what feels like too long, you break the tension by stepping towards him. Pulling him tightly into your arms before smashing your lips into his with the force of months of longing. There’s a momentary pause as he adjusts to your touch before he kisses you back. You would feel a little bad being so rough with his already cracked skin, but he makes no attempts to pull away. Your combined spit softening his chapped lips as the kiss deepens.

A creak echoes down the hallway, he yanks you into his room - decaying your towel in the process.

“Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath while staring you up and down. 

You’d ask if he likes what he sees, but his facial expressions and the tent growing in his sweatpants already gave him away. Your lips find his again as you shove him back on his bed, climbing over his lap. Immediately, you yank off his sweatpants and underwear. You’re already naked so it’s only fair.

You notice the way he presses into you. Back arching, hips jumping in response to your touch. His arms pull you close as he grinds you against him. Palms pressed hard into your shoulder blades with his fingers tightly tucked into fists. He increases the friction, sliding your wetness over his length as you get more and more turned on. 

One thing you hadn’t correctly predicted: you’re not the one in control here. You half assumed he’d be a little clueless about sex. That he’d cream in his pants from a light breeze but here he is, completely naked dragging you over him and you’re about to reach an orgasm first. 

“Just like that, I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim, breath staggering while you grip his hair harder.  He groans at the pull, but continues moving his hips into you in an almost calculated way. Shaking legs and pussy fluttering around nothing, you feel yourself release against him.

“What the fuck,” you moan into his neck while catching your breath, “didn’t think you had that in you.” 

“I guess you’ll have to pay more attention,” he grins before rolling you onto the bed. Quickly, he moves to a box on the shelf over his desk, pulling out a smaller box.

“You just keep those around?” you ask, eyeing the condom he’s putting on. Even more surprises.

“Uh, not quite,” he mumbles, paying more attention to the task at hand. “The rest of the league got me these as a joke when you joined, I just never threw them out.”

How did everyone notice your crush but him? It seems like they tried to tell him but he regarded it suspiciously, assuming everyone was just fucking with him. 

Doesn’t matter, you decide, he definitely knows now.

Seeing him, all of him fully, in front of you takes your already jagged breath away. Fully clothed, Tomura is beautiful. This is overwhelming. The light mist of sweat coating his skin makes the glow from his monitor reflect off the curves of his muscles. Every scar and scratch looking like it was perfectly placed, even if you know the extent he goes to to keep most of them covered on a daily basis. You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb lightly over his tender skin while he moves back over you.

“This is okay, right?” he double checks as he presses his tip into you, still dripping from earlier.

“Yeah,” you stare down, watching as he slides further in. 

“Look at me.” 

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Instantly, you bring your gaze up to meet his. Blood red eyes stare back into yours, watching your expression shift as he inches deeper into you. Prior to this, he’d always looked away when your eyes lingered too long. Now, you feel like you could get lost in him. He’s everything you see, feel, and hear. Even the subtle smell of him surrounds you.

The mood shifts as you begin passionately kissing again. Before you know it, he’s pounding into you relentlessly, every thrust buzzing through your body. 

Making the same face as earlier, he knows you’re close. He tries to maintain the pace, but as soon as you’re clenching around him, he's done for. Your orgasms peak simultaneously as he slams you harder into the bed. Legs wrapping around his back, shoving him as deep as he can go. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans into your ear before you both become a puddle of bodies on his bed.

A few minutes later, he looks so peaceful. His eyes closed, breathing steady. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

Quietly, you whisper, “I’ll be right back with some towels and water, stay here.” Taking some of his clothes to replace the towel he dusted earlier, you shuffle out the door. 

Yeah, he thought to himself, he could definitely get used to your attention.

more shigaraki here: m.list

[pipsyy]

caught...

sub!hamzah x f!reader smut (lowkey perv!hamzah if you squint)

hi everyone! i thought of this idea at like 3am a couple nights ago and it has been plaguing my mind ever since. please enjoy! message me requests please! i am desperate for prompts.

summary: after losing a few of your panties, you begin to suspect your shy roommate Hamzah. but, coming home early one night, you are met with a sight that would change things for good.

warnings: smut under cut! DON'T read if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 2575

For weeks, you had been losing your underwear. You would put your clothes in the washer, then the dryer, but by the time you got back to your room and folded your clothes, one, or sometimes two, pairs of your panties were missing. It was concerning, to say the least. However, when you lost your favorite pair (pink cotton with white lace and bows), you began to get frustrated.

“Hamzah?” you ask your roommate while he’s in the kitchen getting snacks.

“Mmh?” he responds, mouth full with doritos.

“Kind of a weird question—I mean, you probably have no fucking clue—but have you seen my panties anywhere? I can’t find them.”

At the mention of panties, Hamzah’s cheeks flush a light shade of pink. “Panties?!” he asks, mouth still full. He swallows thickly. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. What do they look like?”

“Um-” you felt yourself blush a light shade of pink, thinking about how embarrassing it was talking about your panties with your hella attractive roommate. “They’re pink and white—bows too.”

If possible, Hamzah flushed an even deeper shade of red. “O-oh, no. No. I haven’t seen them anywhere,” he huffed out an awkward laugh, looking anywhere else in the room but your eyes.

“That’s okay,” you say, giggling awkwardly. The tension palpable in the room. “Just…you know, if you do see them, let me know.”

—

Later that week, after getting home early from a party, you were met with the most surprising of circumstances. You entered your apartment and kicked off your shoes; the 4-inch heels had killed your feet. Every light in the apartment was off—save for the small light emanating from the clocks on the oven and microwave—and it was dead silent. Eerily silent. You knew that Hamzah was home, I mean, he never left. But it was only 11pm, which was way too early for him to go to bed. You at least expected to hear him typing on his computer, or hear the faint sound of his laptop playing a show, or hear him yelling at whatever stupid game he was playing with Martin. But no. Absolutely nothing.

Just then you heard it. Although you weren’t exactly sure what “it” was. A faint, but deep, groan, as if someone was crying out in pain. You strained your ears, listening for that noise again. There! There it was again, the exact same noise, although this time you could hear a faint squeaking following the groan.

“Hamzah,” you hesitantly call out. You creeped forwards in the direction of his bedroom. The deep sounds followed by squeaking got louder as you neared his room. The door was ajar and you peeked through the crack. You almost let out a loud gasp at the sight before you, clapping your hands over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping your lips. Hamzah was stretched out on his bed, head tilted back as he thrust his cock into his hand. You shot back from the door, face reddening. You felt embarrassed for staring so unabashedly at the dark-haired man in such an intimate situation. Even so, you felt a throbbing deep in your core and you knew that if you reached down to touch your panties beneath your dress, you would be soaking wet. Slowly, mentally slapping yourself, you peered through the crack in the door again. Hamzah’s head was tilted back in pure ecstasy, pretty lips spilling whines and groans as the bed squeaked with every thrust into his hand. You watched, panties growing wetter by the second, as he reached next to him and brought a piece of fabric up to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out a heady whine. Your eyes widened as you recognized the slip of fabric as your favorite pair of panties. The pink ones with the white lace. 

Your name spills from his lips, eyes rolling back into his head. Holy fuck. You sat on your knees, rolling your wet folds against the palm of your hand. You couldn’t believe the sight before your eyes. Your roommate—who you’ve had a crush on since moving in with him—was jerking off to you, your underwear pressed deeply into his nose. Hamzah’s hips stuttered, edging dangerously close to release.

“F-fuck, y/n,” he whimpered. “S-so good. So fucking pretty. G-gonna, gonna cum, shit.” At this desperate confession, a high-pitched whine escaped your parted lips and your eyes widened, clapping your hands over your mouth. Hamzah abruptly stopped his motions, whipping his head in the direction of the unprecedented sound. His glossy eyes met yours, fucked-out expression directly mirroring your own.

“S-shit,” he said breathlessly, stumbling out of bed and covering his erection with the sheets around his legs. You shot backwards from the door, tumbling directly into the wall. Hamzah fumbled to get pants on, and ran towards you, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Holy shit, y/n. I-I, um, I had no idea that you were home. I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t do that. Not if I knew that you were here.”

You were still sat on the floor, pink blush fast-spreading across your cheeks. You felt a coy smile tickling your lips. “Were you—” you looked up at Hamzah, feeling a dangerous rush of confidence flood your mind, “Were you jerking off to me?”

Hamzah’s eyes widened impossibly large. “I–no. I mean…no,” he said. “Definitely not.”

“Really,” you said seductively, rising up from your position and stepping closer to the trembling man. “Because…” you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I swear I heard you say my name.” A deep red blush spread across Hamzah’s cheekbones and he swallowed audibly.

His voice lowered a decibel. “No,” he whispered. “No, I wasn’t.”

You smirked at how flustered you made him. “I didn’t take you for a liar, you know.” You pushed past the taller man into his room. The moment you enter, you felt your core throb, the smell of sweat and sex and and something purely Hamzah penetrating your nostrils. You made your way to his bed, sheets strewn carelessly, and picked up the pink underwear that had fallen to the floor in Hamzah’s rushed attempt at maintaining his dignity. You dangled the fabric from your extended pointer finger.

“So what are these then?” The panties sway from your finger, and Hamzah’s puppy-like eyes follow the cloth to and fro like a tennis match. 

“I–,” he gulped. “I don’t know how those got there.”

You stepped toward him. “So you’re really just gonna play dumb with me then, huh?” You took careful step after careful step until you were inches away from the timid, trembling man. “You’re not dumb, Hamzah.” You reached up until his glossy eyes came face-to-face with your panties. “Take them.”

Hamzah’s dumbfounded expression stared back at your own. You shifted the fabric forward, directly into his big nose, and he shakily inhaled, eyes almost rolling back into his own head. “F-fuck,” he whimpered out. Swiftly, as if they were never there in the first place, you removed the outstretched panties from his prying nostrils. The look he gave you, as his eyes slowly opened, made your legs weak and your core throb. He looked as though he would give you the world, or anything you asked, as long as he could be face-to-face with that stupid piece of cloth again.

“Tell me what you want,” you asked, voice low and seductive.

“You,” he whispered, eyes darting from your own, to the wall, to the panties still clutched in your hand, and back to your own.

You smile at his bashfulness. “A little louder,” you said, feeling cocky. You reach up to push back his dark, messy curls from his sweaty forehead.

Hamzah’s dark eyes met your own and you melted. “You…I want you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.” You felt your core tighten. Hamzah looked at you with glossy, pleading eyes. You looked down and noticed the erection still straining in his pants. You turn around and walk to his bed, sitting on the edge. You pat the soft bedding next to you.

“Come here.” Hamzah moved at the speed of light, by the time you blinked he was sitting down next to you, hands politely together in his lap. You lean over to straddle Hamzah’s thick thighs, dress riding up, the thin cloth of your panties doing nothing to stop you from feeling his erection pressing against your wet folds. You intertwine your hands behind his neck while he looks up at you with intense adoration and devotion. Your hands cup his cheeks.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask. You reach down, beneath the waistband of his gym shorts, and grasp his hard length. Hamzah’s parted red lips elicit a whiny gasp as his large hands firmly grasp your waist. 

“I want–” he starts, barely able to string a sentence together as you begin to move your hand up and down his length. “I want to be inside you.” 

You chuckled coyly, moving your hand faster. “And what makes you think you have the right to be inside me.” Groans and gasps tumbled from Hamzah’s wet lips. His head was tilted back, a purely fucked-out expression bedazzling his beautiful face. 

“I just—,” he blissfully moaned out. “I just want to feel you.” His hands snaked up your dress, reaching up to grasp at your covered tits. His big hands connected with your sensitive nipples that were poking out through the fabric. A dirty, stupid idea shot into your head. You pull away from Hamzah, untangling yourself from his roaming hands. “W-what?” he said, confusion written all over his pretty face. 

“I don’t know,” you respond. “I’m kinda pissed at you right now. Do you know how fucking gross it is to come home to your roommate touching himself to you? Desperately jerking off, my favorite fucking pair of panties in your grimy hands. You’re a disgusting little slut, aren’t you?” Hamzah’s covered cock visibly twitched in his gym shorts. He let out a heady whimper at your vile tone and words. “Oh…” you said, a dark and naughty gleam twinkling in your eyes. “Do you like that shit? Do you like it when I call you a stupid fucking whore?” Hamzah’s hips grinded against the air, desperate for any sort of friction against his aching cock.

“I think,” you say, reaching down to pick up the pink panties you had discarded to the side, “That I don’t want a disgusting slut like you to touch me, not with those filthy fucking hands of yours.” Using the elastic of your lacy panties, you tie Hamzah’s hands together behind his back. He whimpered at your touch, the light graze of your fingers shooting electricity down his spine and into his desperate member. Once Hamzah was fully tied up, unable to move his hands to touch your body, you flung your current pair of panties off and sat back on his lap again. You reached into his pants once more, pulling his weeping cock from within his shorts. You rubbed his erection up and down your wet folds, looking down to see the soaking, wet mess you were making of his cock. You line his tip up with your hole, sliding him into your wet cunt. The stretch was unbearably pleasurable and Hamzah let out an unfiltered groan.

“Shut up,” you told him, placing your hand over his mouth. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you.” You began bouncing up and down on his cock, whines and moans escaping your parted lips at the fulfilling sensation deep within your cunt. Hamzah looked completely pathetic beneath you, eyes filled with desperation as he clumsily attempted to thrust up into you. You grab onto his curls, yanking as his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within your cunt. Hamzah lets out another whine at the tugging sensation. Immediately, you stop your motions and slap him across the face.

“I told you to shut up,” you said roughly, voice rattling with an emotion you had never thought could possess you: dominance. And you were enjoying it. You enjoyed seeing this tall, muscular man writhe beneath your smaller body, pathetically attempting to engage and make you feel good. An idea flitted through your head. You reached down to the floor and grabbed your discarded panties. Squeezing his cheeks together in your hands, you opened up his mouth and shoved your panties in, effectively gagging him. Hamzah let out a muffled groan at the feeling of the used cloth being shoved between his lips. Hips jerking into you now at a frenzied pace. The increased speed of his cock inside you felt like heaven, and you let out a high-pitched moan, collapsing into his shoulders. You rode his cock violently, Hamzah’s pathetic face reflecting your own shining pleasure. Hamzah’s hips began to stutter, his gagged moans becoming increasingly frequent as his eyes fluttered closed, and you knew he was close. You reached down to touch your clit, hoping to reach your climax at the same time. The combined pleasure of touching your clit and the sweet stretch of Hamzah’s cock hitting that delicious spot deep inside you made your head tip back in ecstasy. Hamzah’s eyes widened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” you asked sweetly, rocking your hips softly against his. He nodded his head aggressively. Your walls fluttered around his cock, and Hamzah looked in pain, nose scrunched and eyes squeezed shut. You realized, as you continued to rock your hips, that he was waiting for your permission to cum.

“Oh,” you say sweetly. “You want my permission, hmm?” You giggle softly as Hamzah tries to talk, the soft fabric in his mouth preventing him from doing so. “You can cum, baby, I want you to.” At this admission, Hamzah’s face tightens and his hips stutter and begin to shake. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, spurting cum against your tight walls, sent you over the edge. Hamzah’s chest was heaving as he watched you writhe on top of him, your pleasure furthering his own. You let out a high-pitched whine as you come down from your high. Hamzah’s eyes were wide, glossy, and pathetic as they met your own. You pulled the pair of panties out of his mouth and he sucked in a deep breath. You slid off his length and reached behind him, untying your panties from around his wrists. He let out a sigh as his hands became free, rubbing them together to recirculate the blood flow.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, suddenly feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. “I’m sorry! That was fucking crazy! I didn’t at all mean to take it that far.”

Hamzah looked up at you, a playful smile spreading across his face. “Are you kidding me? You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to do that with you.”

“Yeah! But…like that?” you respond. “I-I mean…I slapped you. I feel like I took it too far.” You move to leave the room, embarrassment bleeding all over your face in a deep red color. Hamzah reached you in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder. He placed a sweet kiss on your neck.

“Trust me,” he said. “That was exactly what I wanted.”

[xoxochb]

“who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm?” it’s jason grace, your honor

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

jason was utterly screwed. from the moment he had entered cabin one and saw you of all people laying atop his bed (yet again— who the hell else would be?) of course it was you, it just had to be you. why couldn’t it have been a harpy coming to eat his intestines? or past monsters seeking revenge? but no, of everyone it was you. he knew that he had training in— by now— under a half an hour but he couldn’t help the fact that right now you had never appeared to be more ethereal, the way you’re wearing his sweatshirt, on his bed, with your bare legs sprawled along it, and the soft light peeking through the thin curtains, like as if the sun had known just exactly how to illuminate your face to make you look like a elysian angel

swiftly, he makes his way to his bed where you sit. you flash him his favorite soft smile of yours and his knees nearly buckle on the spot. you were so doing this on purpose. you close your book and place it on his bedside table before patting the spot beside you for him to sit. and he does, most definitely, without another thought lays beside you. should he make a move and risk being late to training? or perhaps allow you to sit there and look perfect while he suffers horribly? he chose the first option. he urgently connects his lips with yours, sliding a hand underneath his/your sweatshirt. you attempt several times to call out his name, maybe for an explanation as to what the fuck he’s doing, but you can’t find it in yourself to care what he’s doing or why he’s doing it because you’re just happy he’s here and he’s kissing you

with his free hand, jason holds your jaw to assure you can’t part from him as his tongue swipes over your lower lip before you part your lips so it can enter. he lets out a hum of satisfaction when you grant him permission, surely taking full advantage of it. while on the other hand (quite literally), his fingers trail downwards to loop around your lacy underwear, currently the only thing you had been wearing underneath the sweatshirt. painfully slow he slides them down your legs (but again at the same time it was incredibly swift), yet still unsatisfied with the clothing you had own, he pulls back with a frown. with a quiet “life up a little” you elevate yourself from your position so he can remove his/your sweatshirt from yourself before you lay back down as his fingers now find a pathway up your bare thighs

and without a warning (though you should’ve seen this coming), he plugs two fingers into you, eliciting a strangled— somewhere between— a moan and a gasp from you at the sudden pleasurable sensation. his pace begins slow, starting off easy so you can adjust to him at once. but, soon enough he quickens it. you murmur some incoherent ‘sentences’ between soft noises, and as his fingers curl inside you, your mind turns into complete clouds, stopping anything but his name to leave your reddened lips. you tug at his blond hair as you feel yourself growing closer to your climax. what even more so makes your breath grows (progressively) ragged is when you feel an electric shock flow through your veins, once, and twice. at this point you’re completely starry eyed, you arch yourself into him for further pleasure, your moans becoming louder, your legs shaking about ready to collapse beneath you, your hair sticks to your sweat-veiled face— you’re a mess

finally, his fingers curl into you once more, bringing you to the edge. slowing down by only a tad, he continues working you, prolongs your orgasm as you dig your nails into his biceps and you cry out his name. and with one final swirl through you, jason slides his fingers out of you and meets your tear-brimmed eyes with a smirk

“sorry ‘bout that. you look gorgeous in my clothes though, have I told you that before?”

[spicy30]

Modernness of 1400s 005

Pairing: HOTD x Fem!Modern!Reader

Extra: The reader is noted to be bilingual (Spanish speaking) and is familiar with the majority of Latin-based languages, No use of Y/N

cw: Little bit of smut (It's like 5 paragraphs long)

Rating: 18+

Not proofread

Tags: @fan-goddess @meowmeowmothermeower @bunxia @your-favorite-god @coolalienstatesmansports @qwerrtsworld @wegottastayfocus @dakota-rain666 @talilosha @the-deep-dark-abyss @101crows @agustdeeyaaa @ggglich-exe @illjhhlisa

WC: 13.1K

“You were out awfully late,” Aegon spoke as he stood up straight. “And that doesn’t belong to you.” He looked down towards your attire, more specifically your coat.

“And this is none of your business.” You gave a bitter smile as you went to open your door. However, before you could enter inside Aegon grabbed your arm.

“You smell like a Dragon, who were you out with?” Damn! Someone had taken you to see the Dragons before Aegon. He wondered if you let them have their way with you. 

“Like I said, it doesn’t concern you. Now let me go, Aegon.” To your surprise he did.

“You know, if you want to ride a bigger dragon I have one.” He smiled walking closer to you, smiling, pushing your hair back. 

“Really? How big?” Why you acted this way? You couldn’t say. Perhaps it was the dull ache that was starting to form in between your legs. One that had been present since your ride back to King’s Landing.

“Bigger than the one you just had, I can promise you that.” He smiled down towards you and you gave one back. 

“Does it have a name?” You looked down to his lips then back towards him and he grinned.

“Sunfyre.” He whispered out leaning down to meet you.

You leaned forward. “That’s a cute name…”

“Once I show you, I promise you won’t think it’s just ‘cute.’” He went to capture your lips but you turned away at the last second and instead of your lips he kissed your cheek. 

“Well goodnight to you too Aegon. I look forward to meeting Sunfyre.” You pulled away with a smile and closed the doors of your chambers. 

You took off the sweater and to your surprise (and slight annoyance), Dyana was still in your room. “Have you been here all day?” You asked with a flat smile. She nodded with a book in her hands. You had taken to showing her how to read. “Poor thing, have you eaten?” She shook her head. 

“Me neither, why don’t you go to the kitchen, have them prepare whatever you’d like plus my fruits and vegetables washed with boiled water and have another maid prep me for a bath. I reek of dragon.” You sighed putting Jacaerys sweater on a chair. Dyana bowed and seemed hesitant to walk out. She was worried that Aegon would see her. He had been outside your door nearly all day since you left. 

“If you’re worried about anyone seeing you, just tell them I sent you.” You spoke, sending her out looking around oblivious to the dilemma the girl faced around Aegon. 

It wasn’t long before a bath was prepared and you eagerly took off your clothes and dipped into the hot water. As you scrubbed yourself Dyana entered with the plate of food. “Eat first girl then feed me once I’m done bathing.” You scrubbed yourself. As you did you paused to think and looked over towards Dyana. There she was watching you yet it did nothing to shame you for the dull ache that grew stronger with every moment you spent in this bathtub. 

Deciding against dinner you sent her away as you made your way out of the tub drying yourself trying to distract yourself. The man was promised to someone else. Though, clearly by his reactions…you smiled over towards his coat and ran your hands along the inside of it. You took in the scent and it only served to increase your want for him. 

You sighed and turned away from the coat. You didn’t want to grow desprate. Desperation makes poor decisions and here poor decisions can cost your life. 

Despite this your…desperation was still ever present. 

Dyana returned once more, taking the final bowl and right outside you saw the solution to your desperation. 

Aemond Targaryen.

You gave a slow blink as your mind fogged with that familiar feeling. After all, you did promise to show him your invention.

…

As Aemond was walking back to his chambers with a book in hand he heard a familiar saccharine voice calling him. 

“Prince Aemond Targaryen.” There you stood peeking from behind your doors with a relaxed smile. “I finished my little invention and you’re the first person to see, as promised.” 

Against his better judgment, he turned around walking closer to you and the sweet smell you always seemed to carry. There was no one in sight other than your maid who had left moments before you called his name. He saw your hand extend to him and he took it and felt you pull him inside your chambers. He looked at you in your robes before looking away to observe your room.

It was clean and smelled quite sweet, how you had gotten it to smell so sweet he couldn’t say. If he kept his doors closed it would just smell like candle wax but your room smelled so unbelievably sweet mixed with something else he couldn’t name. 

He looked towards your desk and on it sat a paper filled with equations and letters. 

“Curious?” You mumbled behind him and he observed the paper trying to piece together the equation but no matter how long he looked at it, he couldn’t understand. 

“What is this?” He asked and watched your hand come from behind him and suddenly he noticed just how close you were to him. He watched you finger-track the problem as you whined about how it was something that had kept you cooped up in your room. It was only as he trailed your nimble finger that he saw you had long white nails. It was unusual, but they looked very appealing. 

He turned around and looked down towards you and caught the sight of the valley that ran in between your breasts and for the first time Aemond took time to asses the situation you had pulled him into. He took in a deep breath in attempts to calm himself though it served no use as all he inhaled was the sweet scent you emitted.

Aemond was not blind despite the lack of an eye, he could very much see the way you had his older brother trailing after you ever since the night he danced with you. You were very different from any other woman here and you liked to play games, even if they did get you in trouble. He was just your latest plaything. Did he mind? Maybe not. You were a very different woman than who took him when he was thirteen. He was no longer a boy, but a man with a very pretty woman in front of him. He stepped closer to you seeing just how far you were willing to commit to your game.

You stepped away from him. It seemed like you weren’t one to commit. “Come I promised that you would be the first.” Whether the implication was there or not Aemond chose to take it more than its face value. 

You turned to him as he followed you and suddenly that lustful gaze he swore he saw in you was gone instead replaced with that same innocent smile when you told him that it was you who injured his uncle. “I call it a fan, though the longer name is pedestal fan.” Aemond moved past you to feel the cool air it gave though it made no sound.

It spun at fast speeds and he turned to you with a furrowed brow. “How is it moving?” How did a woman such as yourself figure out such a curious invention? Aemond had kept small tabs on you ever since you had made your little splash with Daemon. While it was common knowledge that you had helped his father’s health greatly, he did discover that you now seemed invaluable to his grandsire and mother. 

“Physics.” You answered in a smooth tone looking up towards him, the uncomfortable feeling in between your legs becoming more apparent by the minute.

“Physics?” Aemond questioned. Was it another one of your words that you seemingly made up? Aemond had spent the better part of his life researching all kinds of things but never read about ‘physics.’

“More specifically Newton’s laws of motion.” You sauntered away from him and Aemond followed you. 

“Laws of motion,” Aemond whispered out trying to recall if he had read anything about.

“You haven’t read about it, it doesn’t exist here yet.” You spoke with a smug smile on your face while you leaned back and he gave a better view of the cleavage of your breasts. “The laws of course have been here since the beginning of time, but they aren’t named until the year of 1666 and not published till 1687.” You smiled standing straight and walking towards him. “Do you want to take a glimpse into the future Aemond?” You purred out and if it wasn’t the lust haze in your mind, you would’ve renamed the laws right then and there after yourself. 

Aemond found himself nodding. A familiar fog was beginning to fill his mind and his breeches were getting tighter on him by the minute. 

“The law I used to make my little invention is inertia, or in other words the first law of motion.” You trailed your fingers on his chest picking at the straps of his coat until they came apart and he slipped it off leaving him in his shift and breeches. Aemond made quick work of his shoes and his hands went to the belt that kept your robe together. 

“The first law states that every object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change its state by the action of an external force.” You spoke in a smooth voice and pushed him away and he fell on your bed. You walked forward and slowly the knot on your belt began to undo itself. “This tendency to resist changes in a state of motion is inertia. So can you tell me who was the external force and who was the object forced to move?” 

The concept was fairly simple but Aemond’s mind was clouded with you and what was to come next. You stopped walking looking at him expectantly. “I thought you said you wanted to learn?” 

“You were the external force and I was the object forced to move when you pushed me.” He breathed out quickly. You smiled and nodded, holding his face with your hand. “Such a smart boy. Maybe you are the smart one after all,” Aemond nodded looking up toward you as his hands moved to undo his breeches and slid them down letting himself free. 

“The Second Law: Force.” You straddled him carefully to not let him slip into you and to only have him resting against your folds. He groaned bucking upwards and you breathed heavily as it hit your clit. “The…acceleration of an object…” You breathed trying to get your sentence out trying to keep him from moving. “Depends on the mass of the object… and the amount of force applied. You wanna tell me the equation?” 

“I-” He groaned as you moved forward ever so slightly. “I do not know.” 

“Yes you do, come one. Force is defined by a change-!” Your breath hitched as you tried to not let your moan out as he thrusted forward once more hitting your clit. “In momentum which is just mass by…velocity per change in time. So what’s the equation?” 

Aemond breathed hard as you moved yourself back and forth on him. “I- I do not-!” You reached down to squeeze the head of his manhood and he nearly moaned. 

“Come on force…” You breathed out looking down towards him. 

“Force…” He spoke with his eyes closed as he held your hips trying to stop himself from bucking upwards.

“Equals mass…” You grabbed his face forcing him to look at you. His eye was looked towards you then down where your hand held him and you moved slightly back and forth. 

“Equals mass…” Aemond only repeated what you said not understanding a single word you said.

“Multiplied by acceleration.” You finished and let go of him letting him rut against your clit and leaned down biting his shoulder hiding your moans while Aemond kept desperately moving. 

He removed to remove his shift leaving him bare before you while your robe remained covering you. 

You pushed his hip down to stop him from moving anymore. “The Third and Final Law…” You breathed out trying to catch your breath. “Action,” Aemond opened your robes looking at your naked figure, and watched your nipples harden from the sudden temperature change. “And Reaction.” You smiled down towards him but Aemond was lost looking at your breasts. He leaned upwards taking one in his mouth, biting a bit and you arched your back into him. He groaned as he kept your breast in his mouth then took the other in his hand kneading it like they were his own toys. 

You pushed his head away from you and you saw a string of saliva as he let go.

“Whenever one object exerts a force on a second object…” You tried to push him down but he didn’t move instead keeping you snug against him and your breast was squished against his face. “The second object exerts an equal and opposite force on the first.” You spoke with a smile on your face.

He pulled you down to kiss him. As you did you bit his lip and he opened his mouth in surprise and you pulled away smiling. You rocked your hips and once more he pulled you down to kiss you muffling his groans and your moans. The knot in your stomach became tighter as he keeps rutting into you. You both breathed in as you stayed impossibly close to him, your foreheads touching as you moved your hips and he cantered upwards. You dug your nails into his back and bit down on his shoulder hard to muffle your moans as the knot in your stomach became undone. You got off him as he finished himself off using his hand while you watched.

He finished and it spurted on his stomach and you watched it soften as he fell back onto your bed and smiled. 

“Be honest…” You struggled to catch your breath. “Am I a good teacher?” You grinned and he looked over with a smirk on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “Your examples could use some work,” Aemond said, taking in the sight of your naked body. 

  “Is that so? I’ll keep it in mind the next time I teach these laws.” You grinned and grabbed your hair using it to pull you forward to capture your lip in a kiss. 

“No one else has to learn these laws,” He spoke before he gave a quick chaste kiss.

You pulled away with a brow lifted. “These are very important laws, it is imperative that all learn.” 

“Your teaching methods I’m afraid wouldn’t suit others.” He spoke pulling your hair while he left marks on collar bones. 

You laughed letting him leave his marks. Not like you couldn’t cover them up anyway.

…

“If one parent has brown eyes and the other has blue eyes, the children have a fifty percent chance of inheriting brown eyes which is heterozygous b, and a fifty percent chance of blue eyes which is homozygous recessive b.” You muttered out as you calculated the problem. After two weeks you had finally reached Rhaenyra’s possible genetic code along with Laenor’s. In this problem it was assumed that dark eyes were dominant over the blue eyes Rhaenerya had.

You resumed working on the dreadful problem not long after you told Aemond to leave your chambers. It would be a bad look if he left in the morning. You felt regret creeping up on you as you looked towards your messy bed sheets. 

“Oh god.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands. What have you done? That wasn’t supposed to happen, that wasn’t you. Last night couldn’t have been you. You refused to acknowledge what you had done. 

A knock sounded at the door and you looked up to see Dyana coming in with your breakfast and the bowls of water you had every morning to clean your face and brush your teeth. Getting up you went to do your usual morning routine.

“Dyana, take the sheets to be washed and have a bath ordered for me.” You told her as you spat into the bowl. 

“M’lady, they were washed yesterday. The soap is harsh on the clothes…” Dyana shut up when she saw your unamused face before she nodded, taking apart the bed and taking the sheets to go have them washed.

Dyana left you standing alone in your room and you turned around to face your fan. “You made me do something I’m not proud of.” You lectured your fan. It was stupid what you did. He was a Prince, and while technically there was no…“insertion”…that didn’t rid that chance of you of something unplanned happening. You could NOT have that happening, not here, never here. All this was supposed to be is to have a little fun playing with them then leave them all behind to become the greatest figure of history ever.

You walked into the separate room where they had your bathtub filled with hot water and your soap nearby. Stepping into the hot water you hissed out as your body became used to the temperature. As you sat in the bathtub you hugged your knees thinking about your poor actions. You would swear off no more boys in your room but you had one coming over tonight. 

“That's not gonna happen again.” You reassured yourself. No funny business would happen with Jacaerys. You were just going to surprise him and be done. That was it, nothing more. 

“Shame.” It was all you said before you submerged yourself into the water. Maybe if you stayed under long enough you’d wake up in a hospital room and this would all be a dream. Who knew this could bring you so much shame and guilt. 

Alas when you went up for air you did not wake up surrounded by white walls of a hospital. You looked to the side and there was a maid you didn’t recognize. 

“Apologies my lady, his grace, King Viserys calls for you.” She spoke as she held out your bathrobe and once more you were reminded of the events that transpired the night before. 

“It is early, did he say what he wanted?” You asked about putting on the robe. 

“No.” It was all she said before she began drying you so that you would slip into the dress easily. The maid’s eyes went to your collar bone which bore deep purple marks courtesy of Aemond. You muttered a small curse as you covered yourself up. 

“Would you like me to fetch you a high neck dress?” The maid murmured as she picked up the dress that was laid on your bed. It was a dark green dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline with a structured bodice. You touched the material and shook your head. It would look suspicious if you wore a covering dress when it was so hot and you famously didn’t mind showing skin. “My lady you will be seeing the King and such marks…” The maid trailed off. 

“What marks?” You spoke as you dropped your robes ready to be dressed. Soon enough the hickies would be covered and no one would be none the wiser. 

The maid stayed silent as she dressed you and you looked at the deep purple marks that littered your chest by the rusted mirror on your dresser. Once you were dressed you told the maid to leave as you pulled out your makeup to cover the hickies. With a little contour you accentuated your collar bones and then you got to work on your actual face. It would be best if you had everyone looking towards your exposed chest to confirm for themselves that nothing was there if the maid was stupid enough to gossip about this. 

Once you were ready you dabbed some perfume before slipping on slippers that were provided for you and made your way to the King. As you walked the halls you saw lingering gazes, there was no way new could spread that fast, could it? Either way it seemed best if you paraded yourself around today so that they could confirm with their own eyes that there was absolutely nothing on your chest. 

This news couldn’t reach Alicent or Otto. Being out with Jacaerys was one thing, but knowing you had a little too much fun that was deemed appropriate with her son and his grandson. Well that wouldn’t be good. 

Entering the King’s Chamber you bowed greeting both the King and to your surprise Alicent was there as well.

“The lavender works, but I require something stronger.” Viserys told you as Alicent stood beside him. 

Stronger? Did he want opioids? Did he get addicted to the milk? “Stronger?”

“I find myself riddled with stress as of late. With my brother and my daughter and of course I have been told there have been incidents with my children and grandchildren. It is nice to have my family reunited however, a certain level of stress does return. I plan to return to ruling and of course that also carries its own stress. Would you know of anything to…reduce this stress.” Viserys spoke in a surprisingly even tone. The change between him and two weeks ago was very remarkable.  

You cracked your head for anything that would help but you came up empty handed. What it sounded like was that he wanted drugs. Hell you wanted some too, with this latest scandal that was sure to occur and that damn problem that seemed to carry a result that would not be good for your conscience. You wanted something to take the edge off. What you needed was some- You smiled as an idea popped in your head. “I think I might have something. I’d have to make a trip to wherever is most humid. If I can find it, I think it could help.” 

“The river lands. They are plenty humid, should I arrange a carriage for your trip?” Alicent spoke looking over to her hand maid ready to order her. 

“Is there anything…faster? I would rather not risk leaving for long lest the King need me.” You spoke looking to Viserys. Hopefully you could ride on dragonback. You rather enjoyed yesterday ignoring everything that it led to. 

“Yes, you’re right, dragonback would be fastest.” Viserys pointed. 

“My King, who would take her?” Alicent argued. You were a fine girl in Alicent’s mind, but to have her sons alone with you, much less Aegon who was so clearly pinning after you. It was not something you would enjoy. 

“Mayhaps Aegon or Aemond.” Viserys spoke and your lips pursed. You’d rather a more…neutral party. Aegon was ever eager to be with you and you hadn’t even sought out Aemond since this morning when he left. “Helena enjoys riding as well.” Viserys spoke and you perked up. 

Yes, another woman would be fine company.

“What of the twins?” Alicent asked. Honestly she would prefer you leave on horseback. 

“We would be gone at most for two to four days. It won’t take me long to survey from the skies.” You desperately did not want to by carriage. No pain-killers or anything to take for motion sickness. No thank you.

“Yes and Heleana is quite fond of insects. Helaena will take you.” Viserys agreed and Alicent remained silent as she looked at you. Normally Rhaenerya would be the only one Viserys would hear above her, but now here you stood with a smile on your face standing tall wearing one of the dresses she gifted you. The dress of a Queen. 

Alicent watched you go. As you left and the door closed there she saw Larys Strong as he limped by looking directly at her. She gave a small sigh as the door closed leaving her with her husband.

…

“I hear the lady has taken a lover. Many guards claim they saw her come late into the castle last night and a maid claims that she had the marks only a lover could make this morning.” A voice whispered. 

“I saw her only a moment ago entering the King’s chambers. She bore no such marks. The neckline of the dress was deep and I looked.” A second one whispered out. 

“You think the maid lies?” The first gasped out.

“May the Seven forgive me but the lady is a crone! She never leaves her chambers unless she is summoned by the King, how could she have a lover? Who would be her lover?” The second responded with a little laugh. 

“The lady still arrived late last night.” The first reason. 

“She has left the castle many times with Prince Aemond and do you remember what everyone said then? That the prince was her lover when in fact she only left to buy steel. If she did have a lover would she not request moontea?” The second continued.

“She is a strange woman. Mayhaps she does not need it because she is barren or has her own brew. If she can heal the King, she can kill a babe in her womb.” The first huffed out and the second one gasped at the idea. 

Jacaerys stayed still listening as the maids spoke about you. He had heard the rumors that Aemond was your lover quite a while ago, though they proved unfounded. Though he did feel guilt start pooling in his stomach when he was responsible for your late arrival last night. Did people think he was your lover? That thought made him smile even though no one knew it was he who was responsible for your late arrival.

He had not come out unscathed either. His brother, Luke, had caught him on his way back to his room which at the time he was rather eager to get to. Luke would not stop teasing him about you, but was quick to remind him that he was promised to Baela. Jacaerys liked Baela, both he and she would make a nice pairing and keep the lineage of the Dragon within Valyrian blood. 

That's why Jacaerys was torn on going to your chambers tonight or to simply leave this as it is before it is too late to go back. You were not from here. He understood that. Not when you spoke of all these things that he had never heard of. You were smart, smarter than the average woman, and certainly smarter than any educated woman he had met. What so many Maesters had failed to do, you did in two weeks. Your mannerisms, your accent, your stance, your unwillingness to bend to the social norms of this world. You were just so different, and Jacaerys doesn’t think there is any other place that can foster a person such as you. Dorne is the only place he can think of, but yet Dorne does not have ‘barbie’ or ‘cars’ and all the other things you mentioned.

Dornish women were taught to wield weapons yet you did not seem familiar with swords or knives. In fact you did not seem accustomed to fighting and what you did to Daemon (Which he found out through gossip) seemed more like a stroke of luck than you seemingly knowing how to fight.

Could he go? Maybe if you had said that you wanted to leave. Maybe if he had known that you weren’t going to stay here. Just maybe he’d follow in his mother’s footsteps in her youth. (He heard from Daemon) 

Maybe he shouldn’t be in the West Wing. Maybe he shouldn't knock. Maybe he shouldn’t accept your hand so easily as you pulled him in. Maybe he shouldn’t relish the smell of you that was so potent in your room. Maybe he should start taking off his shift. 

Maybe it was already too late.

“What are you doing? Where are your clothes at?” You asked with a lifted brow.

“I thought…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Uh…no. Unfortunately that is not happening.” You laughed out looking at him. (Had he done this last night it would’ve been a very different story) 

Jacaerys took in a deep breath turning around though he doubts that did much to cover the pink that was coating his neck and back and was reaching his face. “Then what is the surprise?” He asked as soon as he put his shift back on.  

“You don’t think I have anything else to offer other than my body?” You asked with a lifted brow looking him up and down with a judgmental look.

“No. That was not my intention. I only meant-” He moved his hands trying to explain himself.  

“Relax, I’m joking.” You smiled but then paused. “Partially.” Was all you said as you pulled out a small black box and crawled on your bed beckoning him in. 

“Are you sure my lady?” This was most improper. An unmarried man with an unmarried woman together alone in one’s chamber room. Even worse, on the bed. He watched you sit upright on the bed. At the very least you wore the breeches he first saw you in and what looked like the top half of your nightgown. 

“Do you want to see the surprise or not? Remember I was really confident I’d win. It’d be a shame if you didn’t see.” Jacaerys pursed his lips thinking over what you said before giving a small nod and cautiously laying on your bed. Their sheets smelled freshly washed, a small pang of disappointment hit. Why? He couldn’t say or more so, he wouldn’t. 

“Okay see you guys have dragons. Now I can say those never existed where I came from, but it was thought they did. Turns out, they were just dinosaurs.” You explained with a smile on your face. You seemed quite excited to show him your surprise and he found himself smiling along with you awaiting for you to show him.

“Now at first, I am not gonna lie, I was playing to low-ball you with some music, but you went all out showing off your dragon. So I’m gonna show you what the closest thing we have to that is.” You grinned while nodding.

“Your surprise was music?” Jacaerys scoffed. Did you think they were brutes who didn’t even know what music was. He found himself feeling a little offended at your assumption. 

“No, not just any music. Music from where I come from. From what I know of, you all don’t do music like we do. Trust me, you’ve heard nothing like it.” You bragged and leaned on your pillows. “But alas we’re here for music, we’re here for dinosaurs. Jacaerys Valeryon, I’m introducing you to Jurassic World, where dinosaurs live amongst us.” You grinned and held a button on the black box and to his surprise it lit up. 

Now Jacaerys didn’t know what ‘dinosaurs’ were but if they were as interesting as the little box in your hand that lit up with a light, he was certainly looking forward to finding out. He found himself leaning in closer to look at the box which shone lightly. 

“Wait!” You dropped the box and went around blowing out every candle leaving the both of you in darkness except for the light that showed from the box. He saw you hop on the bed and crawl over to him and pick up the box. 

“This is a phone. Basically almost all the information in the world is on here. Everything I could ever want to know is here at the tips of my fingers.” You laid on the theatrics a bit heavy but, this needed to seem like the coolest thing he’s ever seen and ever will see because it is. 

“Right now? So you can ask anything and the phone…” It felt like saying it but Jacaerys continued. “Will you tell me?” It was such a small thing. How could anyone answer every question anyone has possibly been in there? 

“Well not right now, I don’t have a connection unfortunately, but in theory, yes. Anything, except for the future of course, but you could ask about anything ranging to how many stars there are in the sky.” You turned to look at the window before turning back to him as Jacaerys looked past you. You reached your hand out brushing a curl back. “To why your hair curls.” 

‘Smooth.’ You giggled to yourself. 

Jacaerys looked towards you longer than he should before turning his gaze down to the ‘phone.’ 

He saw you take it in your hands tapping on the front and it turned on once more showing numbers and smaller words that he wasn’t quick enough to read as you pulled your finger upwards. 

This time he was able to read it only as you hit numbers that were on the screen. It said ‘Enter Passcode’ The lettering was strange, it did not look like the lettering he was used to reading and writing. However, what surprised him more was the speed your fingers moved to type in your ‘passcode.’ He watched entrances as you moved your finger left and the images moved to the left. You pressed a symbol and then the screen and your screen went blue showing three letters: M, A, and X. Well now that he thinks about it, they read Max.

He watched as you pressed on something but his eyes weren’t fast enough to catch it and suddenly the phone went black, then just as fast it lit up again with a sign that said ‘HBO’ before it went black once more. “What-” He looked closer but quickly cleared his throat hearing you giggle at him. Then a blue thing with a dark background began to show. “What is that?” He asked while you stopped it from moving. 

“The world.” You spoke looking towards him with a little smug smile. 

“The world? That's what it looks like? Even the words that cover it?” He asked looking down towards the phone reading the words that said ‘Universal’ and he heard you click your tongue. 

“Obviously not with the words, but yes, this it was, it looks like beyond from all the way up there.” You pointed up. “Well at least where I come from this is how the word looks like. I think yours might be a little different.” You muttered out. “But in any case.” You pointed out where roughly your home was. “This is where I live and see all the blue, that's the ocean and the green on land, and the bright yellow stuff are lights. There are a lot of lights where I come from. It dims out the stars. That is why I said I’ve never seen the stars so bright before. With so much light comes light pollution.” You explained and he nodded looking at it before you again pressed the phone and it began to play. He heard sounds in the background but he couldn’t quite explain what they sounded like, he’s never heard it before. 

As he continued to watch more symbols popped up, but he found himself focusing on the background. What thing could produce such sounds he wondered. “What is that?” He asked and once more you touched the screen and the sounds and things on your phone stopped.

“It’s a logo. The…how can I phrase this, the symbols of the company that made this. Think of it like the things on your banners. It’s kinda like that.” 

“Not the thing that sounds in the background.” 

“Oh,” You smiled. “That’s music. Background music, to build feeling. I told you I have never heard anything like our music before.” Jacaerys found himself unable to say anything. He really hadn’t heard anything like this. You pressed down on the screen again and once more the music played but then it became ominous and he felt a sort of..nervousness as the phone went white. Then the music stopped and a crack was heard and it showed on the screen as well and more words showed on the screen he tried to read them but the formatting was too different for him to read properly.

More cracks appeared on the white thing as more of it was becoming visible. “What is that?” He asked watching something come out of it, a moment later it was shown to be claws. Three black gray claws.

“An egg.” You said simply continuing to watch the movie.

Jacaerys made an involuntary face as the claws twitched and suddenly another egg was shown. How was this happening? The phone let out sounds and for some strange reason it sounded like his own heart beats. Very strange. The phone refocused on the second egg as the claw twitched and clawed out the shell of the egg and an orange eye was shown. His face grimaced and he let out a sound of displeasure. 

“That's exactly what the eyes of Vermox look like, why are you making that sound?” You turned to him with a brow lifted. 

“No, Vermax’s eyes don’t look that ugly.” He defended his dragon. How could you insult him in such a way when you just saw him yesterday and if his memory served him right, you were very friendly with his dragon.

“Whatever you say,” You hummed and shrugged and Jacaerys gave you an offended look. When he looked back to the phone it went white again with something sounding in the background that didn’t sound like music. A large clawed foot stepped on the ground only for it to then be revealed as a bird. 

You pressed the screen again and it stopped on a person who was wearing a red coat and seemingly dark tight pants putting something into another thing. Behind stood a yellow home though he’s never seen any homes like that before. 

“That is somewhat average clothes. Women don’t really wear dresses anymore, it’s not required and that,” You pointed at the car trunk. “It's a car. She’s loading up suitcases and behind her is our version of houses.”

Jacaerys nodded looking closely at the ‘car’ before you pressed the screen again and once more the phone began.

“Boys, let's do this.” The woman in the red yelled and suddenly the phone showed something which he could not describe. 

“What is that?” he asked and once more you pressed the phone and the movie stopped. 

“I don’t know what it’s called but it shows you pictures.” You explained and you were going back to press the play button another question interrupted you.

“What are pictures?” He asked to look at you. You paused and thought for a moment. 

“Uhh, oh okay look.” You swiped off the movie and instead went to camera and turning the phone backwards you went to snap and take a photo. “Say cheese!” You smiled and posed while you heard a confused ‘cheese?’ and then the light flash went off. You turned it around and showed him the picture of both of you.

Jacaerys grimace. He looked confused and well not good, while you were there with a perfect smile and closed eyes. He heard you laugh. “This is a picture, think of it as a moment in time that is frozen forever.” 

“That’s what I look like?” Jacaerys complained. He suddenly felt insecurity creeping up on him.

“At the moment yes, but it looks cute, don’t worry.” You smiled and then promptly switched back to the movie. It was a cute picture, his first one too. You were definitely keeping it, besides, you looked way too good in the picture to delete it. 

“Gray?” The woman in the red shirt asked as she opened the door. Jacaerys looked in the background observing the chamber decor. Never had he seen a chamber like that.

“Honey, what are you doing?” The woman in red, which he assumed was the mother, questioned and went to take away the boy’s ‘picture thing’ as you called it. “What is this? Here, let's go. Come on honey. Your flight leaves in two hours.” She spoke once again preparing her son. 

“Dane county airport is 36 minutes away, 60 with traffic.” The boy spoke towards his mom. 

“How many minutes to get your little butt in the van? Hmm?” The mom smiled and so did the little boy. He kind of reminded him of Joffrey, certainly had the hair for it though only if it was darker.

As the movie progressed he heard music in the background once more. So much was going on that he only just realized the music. “Have yourself a merry little christmas.” It was sung in the background.

What was Christmas he wondered. Suddenly the scene changed and they were surrounded by a lot of people. The mother was wishing her sons goodbye. A loving mother she was, reminded him of his own. Though the older one was very dismissive towards his parents. It rubbed him the wrong way.

“Hey, listen to your mother.” The father spoke. Jacaerys found himself giving a small nod in agreement. 

“Take care of your brother. Answer your phone. I’m serious, it’s the green button. When you see my name, push it. Okay?” The mother lectured. It seemed phones were a common occurrence where you came from. Did everyone have information at their fingertips? “And remember, if something chases you,” The mother spoke with wide eyes. “Run.” She whispers the last part. 

As he continued to watch the mother bidding goodbye to her sons, the scene changed again and there was…well he didn’t know what it was. 

You hit pause and turn to him. “That’s a plane. We also travel by air, just not with dragons.” It was all you offered before pressing the phone again. The scene changed again and the boys were boarding…well he didn’t know either. “How big is the island?” The younger brother asked. “Big.” The older replied. “But how many pounds?” The younger one asked. Jacaerys knew what ‘pounds’ were. “Doesn’t make sense.” The older one replied. 

The scene changed once more and it looked like they were riding a ship with only no sails. He wondered how it moved. Once more the scene changed and he really got to the attire of the people. It certainly did seem somewhat familiar to what you wore when he first saw you. He watched the phone as it showed him new views of the likes he has never seen before. Like the blue tube and something moving. “What is that?” He asked. This time you didn’t bother stopping it. 

“That’s an escalator, think of moving stairs, and that is a train. Moves you from one place to another, like a carriage.” You responded. Stairs that move? How queer. 

The next scene shows the boys inside the train and the music in the background increased. It was quite the melody. Then it panned over to the small blonde boy running inside a building. There looked to be glass everywhere and on the top looked like ‘pictures’ and then there was a black haired woman. She had an accent more similar to his than the boys did.

Then he saw the younger brothers moving upwards calling his brother and the woman. 

“That's an escalator in use.” You spoke and Jacaerys watched as the boy moved without climbing the stairs. Yes, how queer indeed. The scene changed once more to the black haired woman from before entering a chamber. As the scene progressed so did the music and he found himself impatient waiting for the high of the song. When the younger brother opened the window, it showed a view Jacaerys had never seen before. The high of the song sounded loudly and Jacaerys found himself entranced. Is this how you felt when you saw his dragon for the first time?

As the song came to an end he was then shown a woman with a short…dress? He didn’t know, but the woman that was shown had short red hair, was pale with freckles dotting her face and gray eyes. A very good looking and well put together woman. 

“Welcome to Jurassic World.” The woman spoke, seeming as if she was speaking to him. He moved back away from the screen. Could she see him?

The scene changed again and white walls were shown with people in white and what looked like blue gloves and clear things on their faces. 

“Who are they?” Jacaerys asked as the scene progressed and he saw more eggs as a white thing opened exposing them. “They’re scientists. I think more specifically biologists or genealogists.” Those were big words you spoke and he had no idea what they meant. He continued to watch as the scene unfolded. “While year-over-year revenue continues to climb, operating costs are higher than ever. Our shareholders have been patient but let’s be honest. No one’s impressed by a dinosaur anymore.” The woman in all white said. Again Jacaerys had no idea what she was talking about. 

“20 years ago de-extinction was right up there with magic. These days kids look at a Stegosaurus like an elephant in a city zoo. That doesn't mean asset development is falling behind: DNA excavators discover new species every year but consumers want them bigger, louder, more teeth. The good news is our advances in gene splicing have opened up a whole new frontier. We've learned more from genetics in the past decade than we have from a whole century of digging up bones. So when you say you want to sponsor an attraction what do you have in mind?” The more the woman in all white spoke, the more he was lost. Luckily you picked up on it and stopped the movie. 

“Okay lemme break it down.” You said facing him. “Dinosaurs have been extinct for about 65 million years.”

Jacaerys' jaw hung open. Million! Not just one but sixty-five!? Sixty-five million years they have been, well he doesn’t know what extinct means. But he does know that 65 million years is a long time. “What does extinction mean?” He asked and saw you look up thinking. 

“Dead. No longer alive. It doesn’t exist anymore. No where on earth is it alive. That is what extinction means.” You said and Jacaerys thought once more. For 65 million years dinosaurs haven’t existed.

“Then…” He trailed off trying to understand. 

“My Earth is about 4.5 billion years old. Overall there have been five great mass extinctions one of those being the extinction of dinosaurs who were here long before humans.” Jacaerys ignored the fact that you said ‘your earth’ and instead focused on how old it was. 

4.5 Billion years! Madness! He’s never even heard of a billion of anything. 

“I would assume yours is too. All planets in the solar system have been created at the same time, which was the beginning of time. Though it may be different, I’m not sure.” You spoke as it was the most normal thing in the world, as if you just didn’t just just change his entire perception of the world. 

“How, do you know that? How can you know how old the world is or Earth, as you call it. Why do you call Earth and not the world?” He looked at you.

“Well that's the name of the world. Earth. It comes from an old word, I think it might be Latin, and it's like ground or something. Might be old English too, I can’t remember. Anyways, the way it was discovered how old the Earth was was through a specific kind of dating I can't remember off the top of my head but it was something like carbon dating. Essentially in the beginning of time everything was created at the exact same time by a big bang. So that means all the planets were created at the exact same time and that also includes everything else such as the sun and the Stars. Now you could also date the actual Earth itself by taking a random Rock but you also have to take into consideration weathering that has happened to the rock that may mess up the dating.  So in order to combat that basically we took a small asteroid or a piece of a star and dated that and because everything was made at the exact same time that meant that that piece of space whether it be an asteroid or a star is exactly the same age as the Earth.” As Jacaerys listened to you speak he felt his world changing around him. What in god's name was ‘carbon-dating?’ Also they took a star? What was an asteroid? The beginning of time!? What a big bang? 

“What…are you talking about?” Jacaerys muttered. 

“It’s a whole thing. I take days to explain everything to you. But just know that this dating method is considered highly accurate. Along with that as of right now we are in the midst of the 6th great mass extinction caused at the hands of humans. Essentially we are our own destruction.”  You nodded with a smile on your face as if you weren’t talking about the end of everything. 

“What!?” Jacaerys blinked and saw you laugh. Were you mad!? You had to be mad to laugh about something like this.

“Sorry, my world. Not yours, not yet at least.” It was predetermined!? He felt like he was being overwhelmed with information. “Well not if I can do anything about it. Trust, it’ll be fine.” You patted his shoulder. “Anyways, here they found a way to bring back the dinosaurs from the grave.” You smiled then pressed play on the movie. 

He stayed still as the movie went on trying to wrap his head around the whole notion of extinction and mass death and the age of the earth. Even as a strange creature appeared on the screen and people walked through it.

He saw you stop the movie again looking at him. “You okay?” He nodded. You could stop the next mass extinction right? You said you could. He wonders how exactly one could cause mass destruction in the world. Perhaps with those weapons you mentioned before, certain countries could destroy cities. 

Finally he turned his attention back to the phone as you resumed the movie. He saw children brushing dirt from large bones and then pictures showing a large explosion. “See that's how dinosaurs died. An asteroid crashed into earth.” You murmured and Jace honestly didn’t want to think about extinctions right now. 

Once more the large creature from before was there. “What is that?” 

“That is a dinosaur belonging to the sauropod family.” You answered.

“Sauropod family?” Jacaerys tilted his head. 

“Yes, they are defined by their features, notably long necks, long tails, small heads, and four thick, pillar-like legs. This one is just a hologram or like a picture that is being…projected?” Did he know what the project meant? You had no other way of explaining it. Luckily he just nodded along. 

“Aunt Claire!” The younger brother called out and went to go hug the woman in white. 

“Oh, my gosh, you’re so- you’re so sweet.” Jacaerys watched the family dynamic trying to remember names. Clearly this ‘Claire’ woman was very busy. She seemed to be the manager of everything. Though the more he watched he noticed another creature that was chewing. 

“What is that one?” Jacaerys pointed towards the phone.

“That's a Parasaurolophus, which means duck-billed.” Jacaerys watched the ‘Parasaurolophus.’ He had never seen such a thing. It looks duck-billed. He continued to watch as Claire walked through it. 

The next scene showed a bright blue map shown on what looked to be a bigger version of a phone. 

He watched the scene unfold as new people were on the screen, a man with things on his face and a woman with a blue coat.

“Looks like it. Verizon Wireless presents the Indominus Rex.” Claire spoke.

“Ugh, that is so terrible.” The man with things on his face spoke. “Why not just go the distance Claire, and these corporations name the dinosaurs? They’ve got all the ballparks, why stop there?” 

“Why are the Westplanes closed?” Claire pointed to the map where there was red. 

“Another pachy roaming outside its zone.” The woman in the blue coat explained. 

Again Jacaerys couldn’t say what they were talking about, but he kept his mouth shut simply watching. Claire reminded him of what a King should be. Very commanding. It wasn’t common here in Westeros. You had said something about more women in power, was this what you meant?

Then the scene showed something flying in the air making chopping sounds. “What is that?”

“That’s a helicopter. Another way we travel through air.” You answered and Jacaerys watched it lifted into the air. 

“You look tense Claire.” The man steering the ‘helicopter’ spoke.

“Maybe you should just focus on the controls.” Claire spoke while clutching onto anything she could. 

“The key to a happy life is to accept that you are never actually in control.” The man said and Jacaerys raised a brow. What was that supposed to mean?

“Don’t forget why we built this place, Claire. Jurassic World exists to remind us how very small we are, how new. You can’t put a price on that. Now please we’re flying.” As he spoke Jacaerys saw you nodding along with his statement and Jacaerys did not want an explanation. 

“It’s bigger than expected.” Claire spoke and then a scene where there was a man who seemed to be wielding fire was shown. He opened his mouth to ask but shut, deciding he didn’t need an explanation on why there was fire coming from the man’s hand. 

“We hit a few speed bumps early on. It began to anticipate where the food would come from. One of the handlers nearly lost an arm and the other threatened to quit if I couldn’t guarantee their safety.” Claire spoke as she entered the room. 

He watched the scene trying to take in everything all at once. As he watched there was a growling heard and he saw something within the trees. It was white and had ridges. The skin looked like it could belong to a dragon. He watched until there was a yellow eye and it blinked, or at least that's what it looked like. Didn’t blink like anything he’s ever seen before.

“Can she see us?” The man asked. 

“They say it can sense thermal radiation like a snake.” Claire responded. 

“I thought there were two of them?” The man asked, facing Claire. 

“There was a sibling in case this one didn’t survive infancy.” Claire spoke as she looked towards the Indomius Rex.

“Where’s the sibling?” The man asked.

“She ate it.” Claire responded walking away from him.

“What is thermal radiation?” Jacaerys asked you. “It’s what snakes used to see. We give out heat signatures.” Jacaerys looked at you with confusion. “They see the warmth our body gives.” You explained and he nodded. 

“Oh. How?” You looked at him trying to think of why. “Uhhh, I actually don’t know. I think it’s because of their tongues. They use it to smell.” Jacaerys looked at waiting for more of an explanation. “Listen, I don't know how they do that either.” 

The squealing of a pig brought back Javier's attention to the movie. The pig was running away from something. Jacaerys watched closely trying to see what it was running from. 

“Hold!” A male voice rang out and claws were on the phone. The four more appeared behind as it panned up to show what looked like dragons except without wings, or horns. He assumed that dinosaurs were.

“Hey!” The scene panned to show a man, or more so the outline of a man. Then the man was shown. He had ruggish appearance and held something in his hand that clicked. “Eyes on me.” The man commanded and again the dinosaurs were shown.

Jacaerys watched the scene with intense focus as he watched the man command the dinosaurs. He could understand why you said they were like your version of dragons. Though to have one man bonded to four? It was unheard of here. Only one dragon per rider. 

“How is it bonded with all four?” He asked to watch the movie. You turned to him with furrowed brows. 

“What does bonded mean?” You asked. Jacaerys sat up, did you not see dragons bonded with their riders?

“Dragons only have one rider until their death, and only one person commands them. I am bonded with Vermax, and he won’t have a new rider until I die.” He explained, and you nodded understanding. 

“Curious. I didn’t know that. Owen isn’t bonded to the velociraptors like how you and Vermax are. These are wild animals. He is their trainer. It’s like a dog and owner kind of relationship or as Owen describes it, like a pack. One wolf is the head and the rest follow. Bonds like the ones you have with Vermax don’t really exist where I come from. I think the closest would be dogs or other intelligent animals bred for domestic purposes. In this case, they can and will kill him if given the chance.” You explained. 

“Pig loose! Pig loose!” A man shouted on the phone and Jacaerys turned to watch the phone once more. He watched as the pig was taken by the dinosaur and the man dropped in the cage. His heart jolted and it felt unable to relax as he watched the scene. He watched men point rectangular-shaped blocks at the raptors. Then he watched intently as Owen tried to keep the dinosaurs at bay. 

“Blue, stand down. Stand down.” In a strange sense, it reminded him of when he was learning to tame Vermax. Though Vermax didn’t try to kill him, not as Blue was snapping towards Owen. 

“Delta, I see you. Back up! Okay good, good. Charlie, stay right there. Good. Close the gate.” Jacaerys' heart jolted once more. He felt as if he couldn’t relax. Was Owen going to die? He watched as Owen dived under the gate just barely escaping the Dinosaurs. He gave out a sigh of relief. This was stressful, too stressful, though you didn’t seem affected at all, only watching with a smile on your face. Maybe, this was like your version of jousting tournaments. 

He continued to watch as the scene changed to children on other dinosaurs which he had never seen. It was quite a curious thing seeing how different children looked and the stark difference in how life was where you were from. It seemed like everyone was always happy. In contrast to here, it seemed rather gray. How hard and strange everything must be for you. Giving up a life where basic luxuries were this kind of thing, and yet now here you are trying to recreate this. If he were in your situation, where his entire family was gone, his friends, his titles, everything he has known and it was taken from him and put into a place where he had no power. Jacaerys Valeyron truly doesn’t think he could do it. Yet you are thriving here, and he hasn’t seen you fret about your losses. You seemed to look on the ‘bright side’ as you called it. 

Jacaerys watched as the brothers ran away from their caretaker for a ‘T-rex’ feeding. Though the movie didn’t show much of this ‘T-rex.’

“Well, a promise tomorrow is worth a lot less than trying today.” The mother of the two brothers spoke and he tilted his head. How were they talking? 

“How are they talking?” He asked you and you turned away from the movie and smiled. “Well, phones are used to make long-distance calls. Think like if you have paper and you write a letter you get another for like another week or more, phones allow you to talk in real-time. So let's say you’re in like I don’t know Essos and I’m here. If phones worked here we could talk as if we were face to face.” Jacaerys felt his mouth go slack. This was revolutionary. Yes, if this is your basic luxury, Jacaerys does not think he could handle what is happening to you. 

“How does that work?” No, how does it really work? This seemed like an impossible feat, how did they connect? 

“Um, well I’m no expert but um I think it has to do with electromagnetic waves,” Jacaerys swears you make up half these words. Every time he asked you to explain something, he was always left with more questions than answers. “Oh look look, this is the best part of the movie. The Mosasaurs!” 

Jace turned his attention back to the phone. “The Mosasaurs were thought to have hunted near the surface of the water where it preyed on anything it could sink its teeth into. Including turtles, large fish, and even smaller mosasaurs. Okay, folks let's see if she’s still hungry after already eating today” There was a large shark attached to what looked like to Jacaerys; a metal rope.

Jacaerys watched intently as a large creature swam out and ate the shark whole. What was that!? It was huge! Is this what you had roaming in your water where you came from!? He was so shocked that he didn’t pause to think how the seats moved down to see underwater. All he could focus on was the size of it. It had to be at least the length of Crazes. There was no way you had that just roaming in your waters. 

Shaking his head he leaned on his palm watching as Claire introduced Owen to the Indominuos Rex. He watched as they realized the Indominuos Rex wasn’t in its enclosure anymore. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Wasn’t it just there? However, it all clicked when the phone showed claw marks on the wall. Once more that tense feeling came back and it was not helped by the music in the background. Was that intentional? The music was eerie and only served to put him more on edge as he saw the guard, who looked rather unqualified to be one, and Owen entered the enclosure. 

“Get them out of there now. Now!” Claire shouted. The music picked up pace and Jacaerys found himself subconsciously leaning in while clenching his fists. His eyes narrowed as he saw white scaly skin and long sharp black claws. He watched in horror as the black claws snatched the third man. He heard him scream and then there was a crunch. He had never seen or heard anyone die before, so to see his first death in a movie was disturbing. Even more so because you seemed to not react to the death. Was this entertainment for you? Men dying, people dying? 

Jacaerys gave a silent gasp as he saw the man get ripped apart by the Indominuos Rex. Jacaerys gritted his teeth in anticipation to see if Owen would get out alive. He saw as the Indominuos Rex walked over to the fat guard and his mouth was suddenly agape as he watched the man get bitten and nearly eaten whole. He found himself wanting to look away as the Indominuos Rex closed in on Owen. Much to Jacaerys pleasure, it didn’t eat Owen, though he was disturbed by the roar it gave out. It certainly did sound like it could be a dragon. 

“What are those things?” Jacaerys asked, watching what he assumed were the knights of your world. 

“Those…those are tasers. They shock you. Think of it as wielding lighting at will except a lot less strong.” You giggled at the end. Jacaerys blinked once more in awe of your world. Lighting!? Like Thunder!? Your people had learned to wield lighting and thunder as weapons!? This place must seem…primitive to you. This was insanity!

“If mom and dad get divorced, will one of us be with mom and the other with dad?” Gray asked his brother. 

Suddenly Jacaerys was taken back to his first real conversation with you. You had mentioned something about divorce being common, however, he didn’t really believe in whispering of such a thing as blasphemous, but here these two brothers were speaking about it. 

“Oh he’s a sophomore, I didn’t know that.” You mumbled out. Jacaerys didn’t know what was but he thought it in his best interest to ask any more questions. Though that was his second time thinking that, that never stopped him.

Jacaerys grimaced as they picked up the meat with the ‘tracking implant’ whatever that meant though he assumed it was to help track things. He didn’t even want to start to guess how that worked. 

He watched as a drop of blood fell on the man’s arm. 

“It can camouflage!” The man yelled and once more a horror-stricken expression took over his face as he watched the carnage. There was no possible way you weren’t affected by this? One man had been stepped on, another ripped in half, and then an additional one had a tree fall on him. Yet there you were without a single expression of remorse or any emotion watching the movie. It was off putting. He doesn’t even think Daemon would be able to watch this without some kind of reaction.

He turned back to watch the brothers getting into a glass ball and once more Jacaerys thought about asking you but felt too put off by your expressions to say anything. As he watched the movie he felt himself in awe of seeing the Dinosaurs. They looked like nothing he had ever seen, yet your world had them. It was amazing, though he supposes you also thought dragons were amazing. He looked over towards you and for the first time saw an emotion. He saw a smile. A smile on your face seems to admire the dinosaurs. 

Though a reaction, it didn’t put him at ease. 

“Dude. Off-road.” Zach spoke to Gray. “But they told us to go back.” Gray insisted. “Y’know, I’m just worried that you’re not getting the full Jurassic World experience.” As Zach spoke Jacaerys heard you giggling mumbling out “That's so me.” He raised a brow at you.

Once more Jacaerys’s heart jolted as the Indominus Rex found Zach and Gray. This movie can’t be good for his health. He watched as the Indominus Rex broke the neck of the dinosaur with a club tail. He grimaced and so did you. So you were impervious to human death, but not animal death? How backward. 

Though as the scene continued he swore he was going to have white hair by the end of this movie. He gripped his hair as the phone buzzed and the Indominus Rex bit down the glass and it punctuated! “Oh fuck.” He mumbled out. 

He continued to pull his hair as he watched Zach and Gray run away from the Indominus Rex. Luckily they got away.  He gave out a sigh of relief. How were these movies good for anyone?

As he continued to watch a scene with a dinosaur dying tugged at his heartstrings. He looked over to you and to his relief you were not unaffected. As the movie progressed Jacaerys found himself engrossed in it. Taking in everything it had to offer. 

Though as it continued that damned Indominus Rex came back to haunt him and all over again he was gritting his teeth. He jolted as the Indominus Rex broke through the roof. He watched intently as the scene unfolded. 

“Yes. Get ACU out here. Real guns this time.” Claire spoke out. 

“What are guns?” He asked and you simply responded with a “You’ll see.” And that he did. He saw as it shot unimaginably fast. The weapons your world had were unimaginable, never once has this idea ever crossed Jacaerys’s mind.  

“That’s a machine gun. It fires about six-hundred to about fifteen hundred bullets per minute.” Once more Jacaerys was left puzzled by your causal explanations. They shot so hard that it blew out chucks of the ground. Unbelievable.

“What is a bullet?” He asked. Releasing six-hundred to one thousand five-hundred of something in a minute was deranged! 

“They’re metal shaped into sharp points. A gun works almost like a crossbow. Except it used gunpowder to make a small explosion within the gun to propel the bullet at a high speed to then pierce through anything essentially. It would even go through your steel armor if hit at the exact point or one good shot and you’re dead. Even more so with a machine gun.” You turn to him with a smile. “Nothing is bullet proof. Shoot it enough times, it’ll break. If you’re shot, well you’re swiss cheese, I don’t know.” You laughed out the last part. 

Jacaerys didn’t know what ‘swiss cheese’ was but he was just going to assume that it wasn’t a good thing. 

He watched the Indominus Rex crash into a…glass dome? Inside were things that were almost Dragons, but not exactly. He watched enthralled as one man fell out of the helicopter and gave a small gasp when one of those flying dinosaurs snatched him. 

“Oop! I forgot that happened.” You spoke as your brows shot up in shock. A man had just been impaled by one of those flying dinosaurs, though Jacaerys focused on the fact that you had apparently watched this movie several times? Did you enjoy seeing people killed!?

“Oh pay attention, a good scene is coming up.” You nodded excited as you looked back towards the phone. Somehow when you said that now, Jacaerys wasn’t excited like he was in the beginning of the movie. He watched you smile as the flying dinosaurs flew down and attacked the commons! This was absolutely mad! Madness that you watched this for entertainment. He couldn't emphasize this enough. He watched in horror as the caretaker of the brothers was snatched and then eaten by the Mosasaurs. Absolute madness. 

As he continued to watch the trepidation of it all in the midst of it Owen kissed Claire! He let out a sound of surprise and looked away while you gave a giggle. “Relax, it’s just a kiss. Be glad you’re not watching this with your parents, trust me, it’s a lot more awkward.” You smiled at him. You watched this kind of mania with your family!? This was too much for Jacaerys yet he couldn’t look away from the phone. 

As he watched, he saw a man shoot a dinosaur and it immediately went down. A horrid thought entered his mind. Could that kill dragons? Probably. He shook the thought away. 

Watching the movie he saw Owen punch that other guy and he gave a smile. “That’s how I punched Aemond.” He murmured happily with himself. 

“No.” You shook your head at him and didn’t elaborate. He deflated a little bit at that and continued to watch the movie. 

“Oh yuh!” You pumped your fist as the velociraptors were set loose. 

A mad woman. You were a mad woman. Jacaerys Valeyron had lusted for a mad woman. He shook his head in disappointment. 

Though he did admit that it did look very compelling to watch the raptors hunt. The fluidity of their movement was amazing to watch and their flawless teamwork was also something to behold. 

Though once the raptor started communicating with the Indominus Rex, it was a little less cool. He watched as the guns went off and then something shot out and created a large explosion. His mouth went agape for the umpteeth time since this move started. Just how many weapons have been devised!? This was bad. No wonder you had so many wars yet none at all. Your weapons were of mass destruction. One wrong move and everyone is gone! “What is that!?” 

“An RPG, I don’t know what it stands for but I know it’s a kind of missile.” You laughed a bit as you spoke. Truly a despicable place you must’ve come from if you are this desensitized.

He continued to watch as the raptors killed the men in such savage ways. He doesn’t know how he is going to sleep tonight. As he watched the scenes unfold once more his hands were in his hair gripping his locks as he watched, unable to guess whether or not Zach and Gray were going to live with two raptors after them. 

Luckily once again they did. He breathed out a breath of relief.

“Is this what you had in mind?” The man with things on his face asked though everyone seemed to be leaving. “Hey.” He spoke to the woman with the blue coat. “They said we have to evacuate. There’s a boat. Are you coming?” She asked him. The man seemed to contemplate the idea before ultimately making the decision of staying, but not before he tried to kiss the woman in the blue coat and unwilling Jacaerys gave out a groan of second hand embarrassment. He covered his eyes and shook his head. Somehow this was worse than the kissing.  

Though the man that wanted to use the dinosaurs as weapons getting mauled by the raptor quickly took his mind off the whole ordeal. He gritted his teeth so hard as the scenes continued. Now they were all surrounded by three raptors. Jacaerys wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He angled his face away from the screen as Owen tried to reclaim Blue. When Owen’s hand wasn’t bitten off he sighed a breath of relief. Only to hold it once more when that damned Indominus Rex appeared once more. 

He gasped as Blue was thrown to the side by the Indominus Rex. Jacaerys watched intently as both remaining raptors attacked the Indominus Rex. He pumped his fist in victory only to gasp in surprise when a raptor was thrown and it exploded and the other was bit and thrown. 

The Indominus’s claw nearly grabbed gray had it not been for his older brother. He had to have white hair by now, he was sure of it. 

Jacaerys watched as Claire stood in front of another large dinosaur. Damn, another one to deal with. Though to his pleasant surprise the two large dinosaurs began fighting. However, not soon after clearly the Indominus Rex was winning. He sighed in disappointment. Though it was short-lived as Jacaerys murmured a “Yes!” at Blue’s return. 

You turned to look at him with a smile and cleared his throat looking back towards the movie. 

Jacaerys watched the fight with more interest than he’s ever looked at anything, and then once for the final time Jacaerys’s mouth hung open as the Mosasaurs came and dragged the Indominus Rex down. 

It was a pleasant ending as the movie came to an end, though he still thought you mad for finding enjoyment in the deaths of others. 

“So what’d you think of my surprise?” You smiled. 

“I think you and your people are mad for finding entertainment in the death of others.” He spoke plainly. It was true, while a happy ending was nice, what about all the lives sacrificed for it? To make a spectacle out of it was cruel.

You furrowed your brows tilting your head before your mouth formed an ‘o.’ “Oh lord! I didn’t tell you! Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! No, everything is fake! No one really died making this movie. The dinosaurs aren’t real either and neither are Claire, Owen, Zach, Gray, any of them. They’re not real people!” You smiled trying to apologize. “Oh gosh, I can’t say sorry enough. No, they’re actors, it’s their job to pretend. There are no more dinosaurs, they’re extinct, all of it is a…play. Think of it as that.” You nodded.

“I saw the Dinosaurs, they looked as real as you and I?” Jacaerys was appalled that you lied to him when he said it. 

“No, that is digital effects. CGI, that’s all it is. I promise, everyone is alive. No one got hurt.” You were pleased before you covered your eyes and shook your head. “This must’ve been such a horrible experience. Oh gosh, I really am sorry. I didn’t- I totally forgot to tell you. It didn’t even cross my mind!” You grabbed his hand and held it in yours. “I really am sorry, I would never think to draw entertainment from y’know actual dead people. I’ve even seen a dead person. I swear it is all fake. Cross my heart.” You let go of his hand and crossed your heart. 

“So dinosaurs aren’t around anymor?” He asked skeptically trying to wrap his mind around it. 

“Yeah! Oh my gosh, no they really haven’t been around for over sixty-five million years, not including birds of course, but anyways! Yeah everything is fake.” You tried to reassure him. 

“The weapons as well?” He furrowed his brows looking at you.

“Oh no those are real.” You gave out a little laugh at the end. “Yeah no those actually exist…it’s just the dinosaurs and the people that are named.” 

He nodded slowly. “Is that all the entertainment your people watch?” 

“No. There is a lot! Unfortunately I have only two more movies downloaded.” You sighed turning off the phone leaving you both in darkness as your eyes adjusted. “But um, I’d like to preserve my battery. I’m now at 70…it’s all I have left from my home. All my pictures, the only reminder of my family. I’d rather preserve it for a long time.” A sharp pain hit your jaw and traveled to your tear ducts as you felt tears gathering. Luckily it was dark. 

It was silent before Jacaerys spoke again. “Mayhaps, we can have a painter paint your pictures so that you may have them forever.” 

You snapped your head up. “Really? You would do that?” Your lips formed a wobbly smile. “It would mean the world to me to have them painted out.” You reached out in the dark for his hands holding them close to you. “Thank you Jacaerys Valeyron, really. Thank you.” 

As you smiled the only thing on his mind was how much he enjoyed the sound of his full name on your lips. 

Note: This chapter was a pain to write. I don't even like the way it sounds. So sorry.

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[machveil]

for as much as we talk about König eating like a vacuum and putting away calories like nothing, I think we slack on how hungry Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin gets too

Horangi isn’t as ravenous as the Colonel, that said he can still eat an impressive amount. growing up in Korea, some of his favorite memories are definitely big family meals where everyone shares and mix-and-matches dishes. he’d have unspoken contests with his older sister over who could eat the most, they were pretty well-matched. Horangi misses sharing meals with his family, but he’ll happily take his team out for a good dinner

Horangi is a big fan of meat - this man drools a little just thinking about a nice piece of protein. not to break your immersion, but there’s a Korean barbecue near me and their meat portions are fantastic - not too small, just the right amount for a handful of people and it leaves you ordering more because it’s marinated so good. you grill everything at the table, have a good laugh and meal with friends and family, that is something Horangi adores. kicking back with good company and food. not to project, but I can definitely see Horangi being huge on pork belly. not a lot of people can out-eat König, so color König shocked the first time he sees Horangi go nuts at a barbecue

big social drinker. Horangi, in my heart, doesn’t drink much casually - but put him at a table with his friends and colleagues? they’re carrying his ass out “Horangi is a very responsible drinker!”, we all say. he can’t help it, between the banter, laughter, and delicious food… so what if the drinks keep flowing? in contrast to his tough appearance and extremely deep voice, he’s a fan of sweeter drinks - nothing that would make your nose scrunch, just a light sweetness. he likes the contrast of having a slightly fruity, light drink with heavy proteins and side dishes

he’s got a second stomach for dessert, I promise you that. while he does enjoy heavier desserts that are rich and thick, he’d prefer something light. not to break your immersion again, but that Korean barbecue I mentioned? oh my god, they have the best bingsu - I think Horangi would love theirs. there’s one topped with fresh cut mangos and strawberry, I can see that being right up Horangi’s alley, just a nice, refreshing end to a meal

[mikkomacko]

blurb of when mob boss! nico and reader get their dog

Muscles aching and tired, you shove the last of the moving boxes into the oversized trash bag on the kitchen floor. You look around the space, heart fluttering happily.

You have a house. Yours and Nico’s home, a forever home. A place that’ll hold dinners and parties for your large family, will fill up with stupid trinkets and legos that you two collect. One that’ll hopefully one day hold wedding photos and then baby photos, that’ll protect and raise your family in whatever way you choose to grow it.

Biting at your lip, you move back into the living room, mentally thanking Nico for having the boys set up all the furniture this past week. All you and him had to do was overlook everything, and unpack the boxes of personal things from the apartment.

“Hey,” Nico calls from the living room where he’s supposed to be setting up your takeout dinner on the coffee table. “There’s another box in here for you.”

Any sense of peace or relief you felt at finally being done fades, irritation filling the space instead. “No I don’t,” you grumble, but he’s right.

Right in front of the fireplace and tv is a large box, unmarked except for the thick black sharpie on the side that reads FRAGILE and your name underneath it.

It’s Nico’s handwriting.

“What is it?”

He’s sat on the couch, Gatorade in hand and he laughs. “I don’t know, s’yours.”

You glare at him, tired and even more annoyed when you see how good he still looks after a day of moving. You feel gross and sticky, hair a messy knot on your head and eyes heavy.

“You really couldn’t check for what’s in there?”

Nico shrugs, a sly smile on his face and you groan. All you want to do is sit on his lap and enjoy your favorite ramen place, watch tv and soak in your first night in your new home before Alex moves in tomorrow.

Dragging your feet over, you frown in confusion when you see the box move. The top of it isn’t even open, in fact it looks like it’s been placed upside down. You prod at the box, startling when the box feels like air and a tiny snort creeps out from the cracks underneath.

“Oh my god Nico I’m scared.”

He gets up from the couch, touching the small of your back with his warm palm. “Of what?” He laughs, nudging you forward. “Just open it.”

Sighing, you press into Nico’s side, stretching your leg out to kick at the bottom corner with your sock clad toes. Tentatively, you lift it with your toes, leaning down to get a peek at what’s in there.

Four large paws, white and fluffy. You gasp, scrambling back from the box and turn to look at Nico.

“No,” you say, shoving at him not that he budges. “You did not.”

His eyes crinkle, a laugh shaking his chest and he motions to the box. “Well let the poor thing out, Jesus Christ.”

As if knowing that you’re talking about him, the box snorts again and you giggle. Crouching onto your knees, you gently lift the box again. This time you keep going, smile widening when the white paws extend to furry little legs, and then a chubby little chest, and finally a big black nose. Two dark brown eyes stare at you, a dark fluffy tails wagging.

And yet the Saint Bernard stays perfectly still, like he’s waiting for you to reach out and touch him.

“Nico,” you murmur, tears welling in your eyes. His hand touches the top of your head, fingers stroking through your hair.

“Sprechen,” he says, and the dog tips his head back, yelping in greeting. You giggle wetly, looking up at Nico and he smiles proudly. “It means speak. You try,” he encourages.

You peer at the dog, “sprechen,” you mutter quietly and he yelps again, tail wagging even faster when you laugh in delight.

“Oh he’s so cute Nico,” you cry, finally reaching out to pet him. He nuzzles into your fingers when you scratch between his ears, the tag on his collar jingling. You grip it in your fingers, lifting the silver tag. It’s a smooth silver circle, a devil engraved into the front.

You flip it over, lip wobbling when you see the name engraved.

Moose Hischier

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“I don’t know how you live here,” Nico grumbles, glaring at the roof of your apartment where the neighbors dogs are howling.

You laugh, stroking your fingers over the back of his hand and turning up the volume on the movie. The dogs have never bothered you, but Nico hates how loud they are. You think he’s just gotten too used to his soundproof penthouse because you find the dogs comforting.

They’ve never kept you up at night or interrupted your studying or woke you up too early.

“I think they’re sweet,” you murmur, and he runs his fingers through your hair, twirling a strand around his finger. “And I like to baby sit them for extra cash when the family is out of town.”

Nico snorts. “They sound vicious.”

“They’re not,” you insist, “plus I’ve always wanted a dog. But my mama is allergic and it’s too hard to have one in school.”

“Yeah?” He hums, “what kinda dog? I hope not one of those rat ones that always look dirty.”

“No,” you laugh, tilting your head to look up at him. He’s leaning against the headboard of your full size bed, looking down at where you’re laying in his lap. “I want a big one. A Saint Bernard.”

His eyebrow raise in surprise, but he looks delighted to hear that. “Really? You need a big yard for a dog like that.”

“I know,” you say proudly because you’ve done extensive research on these dogs. And you know how expensive it is to adopt one let alone raise it. “S’why I’m waiting. But I know I’m gonna get him one day.”

“A boy?”

“Yeah,” you look back at the movie, “and I’ll name him Moose.”

“But he’s a dog?” Nico asks, amused.

“That’s why it’s cute.”

He’s silent for a moment, fingers still playing with your hair and you think he’s dropped the topic, invested in the movie again.

“Saint Bernard’s are from Switzerland, ya know?”

You grin. “I know.”

“We use them for avalanches because they’ve got good noses.”

“Yeah,”

“They’re really loyal too. And protective.”

Teasingly, you look up at him. “It seems I have a type…”

Nico raises an eyebrow, cheeks tinging pink and he shakes his head, trying to bite back his pleased grin. “My nose good be better.”

You reach up, stroke your finger down the bridge of straight nose. “I like it,” you whisper earnestly. “I like you.”

“I like you too.”

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“I can’t believe you remembered his name.”

You let go of the tag, stroking over Moose’s fluffy little face. He licks at your hand, steps closer to you and you scoop him up in your arms.

“Course I remembered,” Nico says incredulously, “you talked about that dog like he was your long lost child.”

You dig your fingers into his fur, squeezing him to your chest as you stand up to look at Nico with teary eyes. “Moose,” you try, and he wiggles excitedly, nuzzling into your neck. “Sweet boy.”

Nico reaches over, pets at his back softly. “You like him?”

Nodding, you sniffle back tears and hug Moose even tighter. “How could I not? Oh he’s perfect Nico.”

Your boyfriend beams with pride, dimples in his cheeks and teeth biting his bottom lip. “He was trained in Bern,” he tells you, “German commands but he understands English too.”

“He’s bilingual?!” You gawk, “what?!”

“Yeah,” Nico chuckles. “I wanted him to be able to protect you. Certain commands in English will make him more protective, vicious, ya know? That way if you say them in a dangerous situation he knows to protect you. But in German he knows it’s just regular behavioral ones.”

Your eyes sparkle, so enamored and in love with Moose already. Peeling him away from your neck, you look into his pretty, brown puppy eyes. “You’re already so smart,” you coo emotionally, “so smart and so pretty.”

You hug him again, looking at Nico with sweet eyes. He can’t help himself, he wraps you and the dog up in his arms and squeezes you into his chest.

“Thank you so much Nico,” you mumble, “I love him so so so much.”

“You’re welcome baby,” he kisses the top of your head. “I love him too.”

Preening, you pull back from Nico and skip towards the couch with Moose in your arms like a baby.

“Now I just need your daddy to teach me German words, huh?”

His chest warms, fuzzies and pleasant prickles fluttering where his heart is. Nico swallows heavily, urging the butterflies to go away but he can’t help it.

He loves you so much.

“Moose,” he calls, following you over to the couch. The dog’s ears twitch, looking at Nico expectantly. “Kuss.”

You giggle like a child on Christmas when Moose licks a wet kiss onto your cheek. Shyly, you tilt your cheek to him again. “Kuss.” Nico laughs when Moose licks you again and you gasp in surprise.

Tilting your head up at Nico, you flutter your eyelashes at him. “Nico, kuss?”

Chuckling, he leans down and kisses you. And again when you repeat it because really, who is he to deny you?

[wadewnstonwilson]

need you close;

summary: when your busy schedule leaves logan feeling neglected, he craves your attention in his own way—by showing up with small, thoughtful gestures and lingering touches that hint at his pent-up need. despite his rugged exterior, logan’s vulnerability shines through as he tries to remind you he’s still there, waiting.

word count: 1k

a/n: okay so this was originally a headcanon idea but this was my most popular headcanon so I definitely wanted to post it as a one shot! always feel free to leave an ask if you guys want anymore logan themed headcanons or fics!

Logan wasn’t used to being ignored. Or at least, not by you. It had been weeks since you’d been swamped with work, and while you appreciated his support, you couldn’t help but feel the strain on your relationship. He’d never say it, not out loud at least, but Logan was needy, and he craved your attention like nothing else.

The soft scratch of a pen met your ears, but you didn’t even look up from your laptop. Logan stood by the counter, lazily scribbling something on a piece of paper. He’d been in and out of your office all day, never staying long but always making his presence known. His scent—musky, earthy, all Logan—lingered long after he’d leave. It used to comfort you, but now it only reminded you of the time you couldn’t give him.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Logan, I’m really busy.”

Without missing a beat, he crossed the room and placed a steaming cup of your favorite coffee on the desk. His fingers lingered, brushing against yours as he slid the cup toward you. You glanced up and caught the faintest smirk on his lips.

“Thought you could use a pick-me-up,” he grumbled, leaning in closer. His warm breath fanned over your cheek, and you could feel the tension melt from your muscles, despite how desperately you needed to focus. “Been workin’ too hard.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed you. The way his hands rested on your shoulders—rough yet tender—sent shivers down your spine. He started massaging the knots in your shoulders, his fingers kneading the tension from your overworked muscles. You hadn’t realized how much you missed this—missed him—until now.

“You need a break, darlin’,” Logan muttered, his voice low and rough, sending a familiar heat through your body. “Can’t have you burnin’ out on me.”

You chuckled, but the sound was weak. “I’ll take a break soon, I promise.”

Logan let out a soft grunt, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. But instead of arguing, he pulled back, leaving a small note on the corner of your desk before disappearing from the room. You picked it up, your heart softening at the sight of his messy handwriting: Missin’ you. Don’t forget to take a break.

For a moment, you considered following him. You could see the hurt in his eyes, the frustration simmering just beneath the surface. But you had deadlines to meet, work piling up faster than you could keep up with. You’d make it up to him later—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The next few days were more of the same. Logan was always around, but never directly demanding your attention. He’d leave notes scattered around your workspace—short, sweet messages like Thinkin’ ‘bout you or We’re overdue for some time together. He brought you food, sometimes your favorite meal, other times just a snack to keep you going. He’d make excuses to touch you, his hands lingering on your back or brushing against your arm as he walked by.

But you noticed the shift. His touches were growing more possessive, more intense, as if he was trying to remind you that he was still here, waiting for you to give him the attention he so desperately needed.

One evening, you returned home from a long day at work, exhausted and drained. You dropped your bag by the door and collapsed on the couch, barely managing to kick off your shoes. Within seconds, Logan was beside you, pulling you into his lap without a word.

“Logan, I’m—”

“Shh.” His arms wrapped around you, and you could feel the weight of his need in the way he held you, so tight you thought he might never let go. “You’re always busy, darlin’. Let me take care of you.”

The frustration in his voice was clear, but so was the affection. He wasn’t angry—he was hurt. Hurt that you hadn’t been giving him the time he needed. You felt a pang of guilt as you melted into his embrace, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your head resting against his chest. His heart thudded steadily beneath your ear, a comforting sound that you hadn’t realized you’d missed. “I’ve been so caught up in work, I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop apologizin’,” Logan interrupted, his voice softer than before. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. “Just... don’t do it again, alright? I miss you.”

You nodded, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. Logan wasn’t the type to openly express his emotions, but the way he held you now—tight, protective, needy—said more than words ever could.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair. “I’ve been patient,” he muttered, his voice rumbling through his chest. “But I need you. Not just here, but with me. You get what I’m sayin’?”

“I do,” you replied softly, shifting to look up at him. His eyes met yours, and you could see the raw emotion swirling in them—jealousy, frustration, but above all, love. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.”

Logan grunted, but this time there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Guess I can forgive you, but only ‘cause I know how hard you’ve been workin’. Just don’t make a habit of it.”

You laughed, feeling the tension in your chest ease. “I’ll try not to.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that made your heart race. You could feel the heat of his need, the way he poured every bit of his pent-up affection into the kiss. It was almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I’m not gonna stop remindin’ you I’m here,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re mine, darlin’. Don’t forget that.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “I won’t forget.”

For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to relax completely in his arms, savoring the warmth of his touch and the strength of his embrace. Logan wasn’t one to be needy often, but when he was, it only made you fall harder for him.

And maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what you needed too.

[mind-intheclouds342]

I found her first - Jimmys pov

This chapter contains mature and dark content.

This is the little bonus (from Do it for them) chapter about why Jimmy is so mad about the cute couple we love.

Jimmy: "Do I really have to use that crap?"

He complained while running his hand over his member to make it hard, so he could put on the condom.

"I already told you, sweetheart, no party without a hat~ don't feel left out, I do this with everyone who comes through here~"

The only thing separating them was that wall, and the only thing connecting them was that hole through which the man slid his member, immediately letting out a moan upon feeling lips on it.

That was one of his favorite places, his favorite mouth, he spent his money there every time those lovely lips were on the other side.

He immersed himself in the pleasure and compliments he could hear from the other side, he adored every second of it.

"Oh~! Did you finish, darling? You've lasted longer than last time~ what a good boy!"

Jimmy: "Shut up... get ready for your payment"

He heard the giggle from the other side and slid the bill through the slot, seeing the edge of a bra and placing it right there.

Jimmy: "You say that you charge others first before providing your service... Why do you let me do it later?"

"Because you are my favorite customer~ and I trust you!"

Those words melted him, he always asked the same thing, to receive the same answer, it made his ego grow bigger.

He already noticed that her favorite mouth was in different places, not just doing these jobs.

When he knew he could find her in the alleys looking for something good to smoke and to forget about the world, he knew how to find her.

"20 dollars? Let's go... That's excessive for this amount..."

She complained but was desperate to get the only thing that relaxed her.

Jimmy: "Can you do something for me to get it for just 10?"

That's how he managed to see her face and her lips back on his member, but there he didn't receive any kind of praise, just a quick suck, but it was worth it to see her face, how her eyes rolled back when he pushed her head, making her choke on him, he loved being able to do that.

But it drove him crazy that she wouldn't even look at him, always avoiding any kind of eye contact.

To then end up smoking together by the shores of the lake at that place.

Jimmy: "You could get it for free if you would just let me..."

"No"

She said curtly, looking at the lake and scratching his leg repeatedly, which she couldn't stop moving.

Jimmy: "I'm just saying... I could give you a place to sleep, you know."

"Go to hell"

Jimmy: "You too"

He loved her company.

It was still very much present the day he had been cornered by a group of teenagers who tried to steal the merchandise he had to sell in that area.

They were armed with sticks and a knife, being five against just one, the man was at a disadvantage.

Until she arrived, without any remorse, she hit one on the head with a glass bottle, breaking it.

She grabbed him by the neck and pointed the broken bottle at his face.

"Leave him alone, or I'll kill your friend right here."

No matter how bad they wanted to appear, they couldn't leave their friend behind, so they dropped their weapons and left.

"That should at least give me a week of something good without any payment, right?"

She commented, taking her hand to help her up.

Jimmy: "Bitch, you only helped me for that"

"Of course, you bastard, do you think I care about you?"

But the smile with which she said it, said the exact opposite for him.

For him, she was his companion, a woman he could turn to at any moment, as long as he gave her something in return.

That's why when he saw her by his side... Immediately, his whole world crumbled.

Curly: "Jimmy! Let me introduce you to (Y/n)"

It was the first time he heard her name.

He watched her as she hid behind her friend, avoiding his gaze, fully aware of the things she had done with him, as if she wanted to pretend they had never happened.

Why are you with him?

Why do you hold onto him like that?

Are you really going to leave me?

They were questions that always crossed his mind, furious at having to witness how something that was his, something he had achieved on his own, was snatched away by someone else.

From that moment on, he never stopped insulting her, only saying unpleasant things about her to his friend, hoping that one day he would leave her and she would be his again.

But that never happened.

Jimmy: "Goddammit Curly, why don't you answer?"

He complained by leaving messages for his friend, with whom he was supposed to meet that day. He was going to his house and knocked on the door loudly to get his attention.

After several minutes, the man opened the door, embarrassed, wearing only his pants.

Curly: "Jimmy! We were supposed to meet today, weren't we? I'm sorry, I fell asleep! I'll get ready right away and let's go!"

He immediately knew it was a lie when he saw her hiding behind a wall, spying, with a blanket covering her body.

I also want to see it.

I also want to have it.

Why did you give it to him when I've kindly asked you so many times?

Jimmy: "Get ready quickly! You're wasting my time..."

His friend laughed and nodded, apologizing again for the problem.

Even their hopes of reclaiming what was theirs did not fade.

Even after they have gotten married.

He was going to get what he wanted, even if he had to snatch it from his friend's hands.

After all, he found her first.

[writergeekrhw]

I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your work on DS9. I first encountered it as a teenager (I was home sick with migraines a lot back then and DS9 reruns were my comfort watch and kept me sane) but also Star Trek was one of the things that inspired me to become a scientist, especially all the creative worldbuilding and all the aliens. I used to have a lot of fun thinking about theoretical xenobiology, and now I do comparative metabolism/physiology/nutrition research, albeit in Earth mammals. DS9 was such a lifeline to me as a teen in other ways too - I identified with Bashir a lot growing up, especially excitement about things, and his love of science but how he wasn't the best with people per se - and he and Garak are still my favorite Trek characters.

Also I wanted to say how much I love Elementary, it is my favorite Sherlock Holmes adaptation, hands down, it has such a great emotional core to it and the humor is perfect.

Thank you for all the amazing stories and all your hard work on them, and I hope your day is going awesome!

Thank you so much for the kind words. I had migraines as a teen as well, so I know how much that can suck. I'm glad DS9 helped inspire your career path. It sounds like you're doing important work. And I'm glad you enjoyed Elementary as well!

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Yanno something I don't think is explored nearly enough? Ambrosius's relationship with the Director, and I'm referring to both versions here because they're both interesting in both similar and different ways

For the movie version (I will talk about the comic version on this post too, don't you worry) first of all my pal @walrus150915 wrote an incredible fic exploring this for the NBB please go read it right fucking now, but moving on from that, Ambrosius arguably saw the Director as his mom, or at least a stand-in for his mom.

She was (or seemed to be) a nurturing but authoritative adult who guided him in the role he was supposed to fill. A lot of people like to write her as an overtly nasty bitch in pre-canon fics, and while I completely get that, let's not forget that Ballister, at the beginning of the movie, found it potentially believable that he was her favorite student. He was dumbfounded and devastated to see she had been the one to frame him, he couldn't believe it and never suspected her for a second. I'll talk more about Ballister's relationship with her in another post, but the point is this is an Oscar-winning actress, people!

Ambrosius had every reason to look up to her and believe she cared about him. And she went from (in his perspective) treating him with patience, kindness, sympathy and respect, to trying to MURDER HIM.

You don't just get over a parental figure doing something like that to you (then oh yeah, promptly fucking d y i n g). The pain, the loss of realizing someone you loved and trusted was never who you thought they were (after he'd been battling those same feelings about Ballister) and never really cared about you as a person, it would be devastatingly traumatic. Like poor guy what the fuck. He had to cope with that WHILST trying to repair his broken relationship Jesus Christ

And that's not even getting INTO the comic version, which I will be getting into now. There's a big difference between the two and I think that's in no small part due to the timeframe. C! Ambro has been under the Director's thumb a full 15 years longer than his counterpart. This gave her time to exert more control over him, and also gave him time to grow more aware of her behavior. M!Ambro and the Director have the relationship of a person and their (non-sexual) groomer, while C!Ambro's relationship with her is more overtly that of a person and their abuser.*

She's regularly seen threatening him, threatening to have his loved one (Ballister) killed if he doesn't obey her thereby forcing him to do things against his will (like murder a child), insulting him, and showing him absolutely zero sympathy or kindness, even when he's seriously harmed. I think Ambrosius would, by this point, know that the Director isn't a good person and that she doesn't love him, but she's had much more time to sink her claws into him.

He's not going to leave her. This life, being the Champion, working for her, it's all he knows, and it's all he has. Where is he going to go, back to Ballister? Ballister hates him (because the Director took measures to isolate Ambrosius from him) and he's worked for the Institution his whole life. He knows the Director is bad, but he still trusts her. This is the devil he knows, at least, so by the time the story takes place he at least feels confident that they have a mutual understanding.

I imagine it took time to get to this point. He saw her as a mentor and spent most of his life desperate for her approval. After the joust, I can only imagine this got worse. She was all he had, and he'd do anything to prove himself worthy of the championship title he knows deep down that he stole. He probably saw her as a real friend for a long time, no matter how obvious she made it that the feeling wasn't mutual, and that he'd have to try ever harder to earn her praise.

What I'm saying is this man spent fifteen years under the boot of his abuser, then after fifteen years of grooming and psychological abuse she threw him in the trash, stripped him of his title and everything he'd worked for, tried to have his lover executed, then fucking died. And NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT??? HELLOO?????

*this is not to say that M! Ambro's relationship with the Director was not abusive, it was, or that C! Ambro wasn't groomed, he was. Simply that for him, the grooming had more time to develop into overt, recognizable abuse.

[ethereal-veggie]

This is simultaneously one of my favorite and least favorite changes the show makes, bc it’s disgusting and anxiety inducing to watch, but it’s such a powerful description of how something Is Not Right About This. George is the most child-like one of the three (personal theory is bc he still has parents) so he, yes, had to grow up quickly, but he’s vulnerable in a way the other two aren’t. He’s always had someone looking out for him. We read the book and we go hmm, Joplin’s a little weird but he’s probably fine. We watch the show, we see how bizarrely disgusting the undertones are from the start, we see Lockwood and Lucy ignore it, and we see George realize it in slow motion. Even if the book was written with Joplin as a woman, it still wouldn’t carry the same weight in the undertones of what’s happening because of Lucy’s pov and not seeing what George is up to. In the show it’s a big flashing sign saying HEY THIS IS WEIRD WHY IS HE TRUSTING HER. In the book it’s just yeah he found a mentor that’s normal. And maybe it ruins the reveal in a way, but it increases the stakes at the same time, bc we don’t know what exactly she’s capable of.

I posted this before and i’ll do it again.

George and Pamela were pedophilic and that was glossed over so fast😭.

My boy was getting groomed and everyone was like “ohhh George, u two are so cute”.

[afreakingdork]

You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 20 - Finale

RotTMNT x Reader

And here we have @sheep-turtles-and-pizza with the final chapter art that pretty much encapsulates the fic, dont'cha think?

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

I want to take a moment and acknowledge what today has been like. For many of us, it has been unending hours of shock, rage, and terror. It feels weird, in a way, to post this now, but at the same time I can't help but want a bit of normalcy. I'm hoping a dash of light and hope might be a comfort and if not, I understand, but I still present the finale of the fic I've worked so hard on.

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He could do this.

With his phone alarm blaring, Mikey fought his lids.

He had to get up. If it wasn’t for this alarm, then he needed to before the next. He had been the one to set them in order of growing and grating noises, but that didn’t make it any easier. With little thought he hung there in stasis and listened to the first chime time out. There was exactly five minutes to the next, but he didn’t care to count. Instead his mind slipped and brought him closer to a dream when the second blare scared his lids up.

With the curtain drawn that meant it was time to move.

It came with liquid limbs which he threw without mercy.

They weren’t asleep so when one banged the wall, he was forced to wilt in weary pain. He brought his wrist, the wounded soldier, back home, and held it to his chest. He allowed it to rest there for the duration of the war which he traveled in leagues to the bathroom.

A splash of ice water to the face took him the rest of the way to wakefulness.

He preened after that, washing up and fixing his hair. He’d need it out of his face for the day and secured for the antics that would ensue. That meant extra fixing and Raph soon wandered in where Mikey had left the door open. The larger acknowledged the challenge his little brother was facing and brushed his teeth off to the side, giving Mikey the full span of the mirror.

Spitting became the real issue and Mikey refused to give up real estate. With Raph’s size though, there would be no victory, so Mikey took to the air. It meant the older brother ducked down to drink from the tap and Mikey got his last lock in place just before the other came up. It perched the younger brother on his older’s shoulders and they rode together to the kitchen.

Donnie was there facing the coffee pot with shut eyes as it spat and churned bean juice.

Greetings were exchanged with grunts and Mikey floated down to his feet to take up meal duty. This was his moment of zen and his favorite part of his morning routine. His mind immediately shut off and he only moved through the memorized motions.

Preheat pan.

Eggs.

Butter.

Gently melt.

Crack as needed.

Whisk.

Season.

Cook.

Mikey could make omelets in his sleep.

He might have done so once or twice if he trusted his brother’s stories.

He still wasn’t sold.

Going for a classic and simple French-style today, he dished up four of a normal size and one enormous one.

Donnie picked the crispest fold.

Leo sauntered in and grabbed the one with the most chives sprinkled atop.

Raph got the behemoth choice.

Mikey divided his portion into bites first and allowed his dad’s to cool for storage until whenever he woke.

They ate with minimal conversation that mostly related to the day.

“They’re gonna be fighting.” Leo pointed with his fork.

“How can they be fighting about the same thing, again?” Raph pressed, still chewing.

“Give me the count, D.” Leo turned to his fellow middle child.

“The visor versus sunhat debacle has played out twelve times that we know of.”

“Today is the baker’s dozen!” Leo tried to fold Mikey in with a glance.

Mikey raised his hands off the matter.

“A baker’s dozen!” Leo didn’t seem deterred and tried with a different connotation towards Raph.

“That doesn’t mean it’s a pattern!” Raph rolled his eyes.

“‘That doesn’t mean it’s a-’” Leo mocked before turning toward Donnie. “Do the stats, stats man!”

“I both relish and resent that you use me for data.” Donnie quipped and rolled his eyes over to Leo. “As little as two events establish a pattern with more solidifying.”

“They don’t keep having the same fight!” Raph cleaned his plate first.

Leo threw his hands out to Raph and sent his disgust at Donnie.

Donnie commiserated with a tip of his head.

“What’s that!?” Raph banged his plate.

Leo took his last bite and hopped to his feet. “Nothing, brodeo.”

“That ain’t nothing!” Raph frowned with his hands on his hips.

Donnie scooped his last bite and Leo stole his plate before he got it to his mouth. “Excuse you!”

“It’s too early for this!” Leo chirped and rounded past the sink without depositing his load. “Michael?”

“Not done!” Mikey had been carefully sectioning off bites to make it last.

If he kept eating then he didn’t have to move again.

He wasn’t quite awake yet which he would admit was his fault. He knew today had been coming up for a few months now, but he neglected to get his sleep schedule in line. The night before he had been nagged about his movie’s start time, but it was hard to battle the urge when he was in the mood for a particular one. His attention was fleeting enough that he usually chose to listen.

Which was something he should have been doing then because he had missed quite a bit of the current conversation while he was ruminating about his mistakes.

“Right now! You’re doing it right now!” Leo was flapping a hand at Raph.

“I do not! Donnie, tell him!”

“Two dost make a pattern…” Donnie petered off.

“Dost nothing!” Raph bumped Donnie’s chair.

“Alright, alright…” Mikey left his last quarter of his omelet and got to his feet. “How about that coffee?”

“Almost…” Donnie held up a finger and everyone paused.

The last few drips fell and the pot registered as full with a blink of a light over to a warming plate.

“Done.” Donnie spun and lifted out of his seat in a perfect rotation.

“Coffee.” Mikey reiterated and moved past to pat both Raph and Leo’s shells.

There were relenting grunts and mugs were split.

Donnie took his to-go in a thermos of his own making and departed with words of packing.

Leo sipped a mug loudly on purpose which summoned a growl from Raph.

Mikey gestured for Raph to drink.

The oldest almost did before he remembered cream and sugar and went for that.

The moment he was gone, Mikey shot Leo an irritated look.

Leo raised his hands as if he held no blame.

Mikey narrowed his eyes.

Leo tried to exaggerate his pose, but his coffee sloshed and dripped onto him. “Dang it! Come on!”

“That’s what you get.” Mikey spoke proudly.

Leo sneered and repeated the line. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway!”

“Liar, you picked it out last week.” Raph rose with an oversized mug to his lips.

“For shame! Picking on your brother like that!” Leo scoffed with his entire form.

Raph cocked his brow ridge.

Leo fled immediately with excuses on his lips about needing to get a detergent pen.

“You good?” Mikey checked on the oldest.

Raph said nothing and only gurgled with a thickened honey as he drank down his coffee.

Mikey gave the oldest’s arm a squeeze before he went in search of his phone. The object had been left behind due to its relation with alarms. It sat dutifully still plugged in and Mikey allowed unplugging to wake the screen. There were already a litany of messages from you lined and he tabbed through them lazily.

He penned replies and hobbled back to the kitchen where he’d forgotten to put dad’s omelet up. Raph had left so it was a tug of plastic wrap before it was lovingly slammed into the fridge with a sweet orange note applied. The fridge door closed and Mikey puzzled over what he had forgotten. It took a full rotation of his body to find his coffee and that it was now lukewarm. His tongue lolled out at the temperature and he dumped it.

Microwaving such things was sacrilege and Mikey instead messaged you asking about beverages.

You had a list seemingly ready for him and he smiled at it while saying you should take your pick.

Your response bubble disappeared and he could see you dropping everything to scroll the presumably tiny menu on mobile.

He could see you struggling with the page’s optimization and he shook his head.

Mikey would say he couldn’t believe how much he loved you, but that was patently wrong.

He knew the exact lengths.

He walked them one step at a time while holding your hand.

He treasured those times.

They also felt like something from a million years ago even though it had at most been a year.

Or maybe more.

Mikey wasn’t that great at dates outside of birthdays, but that was because he’d set reminders.

He should set another one and fiddled over to the calendar only to forget when he saw Piebald’s birthday coming up.

He already had a gift, but her party was one that split his attention.

You would be there too.

His best friend in the whole world.

Probably soon to be in-law with that recent geology expedition Donnie had gone on.

Rocks usually bored him to tears so the connection made sense.

You would say yes.

You would become family.

You would always be more.

You held a place in his heart that no one else dared get close to.

He had fallen in one love and then into another with you.

He was forever grateful and more so that you would always be by his side.

You responded back with your drink order and an updated file that Mikey didn’t bother opening. The last time he tried the text was so microscopic that it made a mockery of some online menu board. You would explain it to him when you met up anyway and he already knew the basics. You were overprepared and that was your normal song and dance. You would fret and he would find a way to make the day’s plans even better.

Assured, Mikey’s phone chirped with a new message and it was Leo’s final boarding call.

Realizing then that he had done nothing else to prepare, he made a literal hop, skip, and jump across the lair and back into his room. He placed himself in the dead center of it and took one deep breath before his ninpo charged. He was then off like a rocket, doing calculated slips through space to grab everything.

Comfy shorts for walking.

Cool vintage tank top he found to stay cool.

Fanny pack in a blinding color so he wouldn’t lose his belongings.

No hat because his hair was already done.

A lather of Donnie’s special sunscreen that was matched for his exact pigment.

A pair of sunglasses that he planned on losing.

He came to a halt and flicked off residual orange sparks totally ready to leave.

“How’s that for prep work!?”

The room didn’t respond.

“Exactly!” Mikey whooped and spun out of his room.

He continued to do twirls all the way until he reached the TV room where Splinter was groggily looking up at Donnie.

“There are thrill rides in New York!” His dad scoffed and flapped his hands.

“Not like these.” Donnie tried to reason with him.

Splinter made a disgruntled noise.

Mikey jumped over to him. “Omelette in the fridge, daddio!”

“Thank you, orange.” Splinter held his head up for a kiss.

Mikey obliged him. “Where’s Leo? Didn’t he say it was time to go?”

“I did.” Leo’s voice drifted in from the side. “And I perfectly timed how late you would be.”

“And didn’t bother to tell anyone else.” Donnie folded his arms.

“Pattern.” Raph grunted.

“Okay that was funny like an hour ago, but I’m over it being a whole day thing.” Leo cocked a hip.

“Another pattern!” Raph held out his arms in accusation.

“That was my point-!” Leo threw up his hands to stop himself. “Nope. Breaking the cycle!”

A beat of silence went through the room.

Raph didn’t take the bait and only looked over at Leo.

Leo shined him an honest smile.

Raph gave him a nod that said this version of apology was acceptable.

“Alright! Now that that’s over, choo-choo! Leo train is now boarding. Please line up single file. That’s hands and feet inside the line at all times. Some universal mishaps possible so try to keep within the portal’s boundary, please and thank you!” Leo moved to an open space and manifested a sword.

Donnie led the line behind him.

“Have fun wasting time with your loopsie loops! The premium entertainment is right here!” Splinter rubbed the remote against his cheek.

A few affectionate goodbyes were tossed and Mikey joined to be last in line.

“Three total stops, and here-!” Leo sliced a portal that went straight into April’s apartment.

Everyone stepped through in a continuous line as if they weren’t walking straight through miles of land and two people were added to the queue.

“We-!” The next portal cut through your apartment.

You joined in line with a wave.

“Go!” The last blue disk sent the now larger group to an amusement park’s gates. “Thank you for riding the Leo Express, we knew you had a great trip so do send over that five star review as soon as possible!”

Everyone warbled out of the rigid placement and reformed in a circle.

This was it.

Everything would devolve into that Hamato chaos from here.

Mikey smiled at the prospect.

Raph was the first to break with a barely withheld snort.

“Sing it, big guy!” April crooned.

“Don’t… you… dare…” Casey lowered her posture and prepared to launch herself if necessary.

The barest twitter emerged from Raph who had lifted to his full height and was fighting strain with all of it.

April bounced behind Casey’s back. “What’s it look like!? How about now!? You see it, you say it!”

“O’Neil…!” Casey threatened.

“You look like an old timey lamp in human form!” Raph blurted out.

April cackled and cut through the circle to laugh against the oldest brother. “I asked if she was going to share her poker chips!”

That garnered more giggles.

“Fools!!!” Casey hissed and threw up a defensive finger.

“Watch out, s-she’s gonna have to recount the m-money!” April barely managed.

Raph slapped April’s back so hard she fell over.

Casey stormed straight towards Mikey.

Mikey assumed the position and was immediately held up in display.

“Look at this one! Pathetic! He has no cranial protection at all and the covering for his eyes impedes his vision! My superior visor blocks UV, reduces eye strain, and will not be lost in our conquest of delights!!” Casey shook Mikey so hard his sunglasses came off.

He chuckled all the way in leaning down to pick them up. “I’m team sunscreen.”

“Sunscreen!?!” Casey threw him up into the air.

Mikey altered his trajectory with a kick of his foot and landed by Leo. “You put on sunscreen, right?”

“You cannot put sunscreen on your eyes!!” Casey seethed.

“Huh? Sure. Yeah.” Leo spoke dismissively with his gaze over his shoulder.

“This is a hat versus visor debate!!” Casey stomped at being ignored.

Mikey’s grin grew at the sign of more mischief.

Leo was up to something else entirely.

Mikey bet he stoked the debate fires this morning to throw others off his trail.

Today was shaping up to be extremely entertaining.

Donnie openly thought.

You tacked away with a flurry on your phone, no doubt looking up some park policy about the recommended sun protection.

“Goggles is team visors, don’t try to ‘hotdog is a sandwich’ your way outta this one!” April shouted.

“They are their own category!!” Donnie bristled.

Casey rushed Donnie. “Join me!! With your brain and my all around balanced skill chart, we shall make the hat wearers rue the day they trifled with secure headwear!”

“No. I’d rather not.” Donnie speed walked out the way.

Casey chased after him. “Give in!!”

Donnie went straight for Leo.

Leo had to double take before he realized Casey was now heading towards him. “Wait, no! I’m not part of this!”

In a speedy grapple, Donnie and Leo fought over Leo’s bag.

Donnie came out victorious with a pair of blue rimmed sunglasses that he slammed onto Leo’s beak.

“A turncoat!” Donnie exclaimed before sidestepping toward Mikey.

“You fiend!” Casey caught the loops of Leo’s tank top before he could run. “As leader you should be setting an example!”

“Of dork-i-tude? I think not!” Leo’s sunglasses slid down his beak and he looked at Casey dismissively over them.

She shook them straight off of him and yelled so loud her words became unintelligible.

Raph helped April back to her feet where the two were still snickering.

“Was the new sunscreen formulation tolerable?” Donnie leaned against a guard rail and regarded his youngest brother.

“Oh yeah, went on good! No lasting goopy feeling!” Mikey chirped.

“And a hotdog is a sandwich!” Leo clawed Casey off of him and threw her at Raph and April.

The pair squealed as Casey switched to a fighting stance in the air.

“That’s good, I analyzed new products on the market and found-” Donnie droned on.

Mikey pretended he understood anything his brother was saying.

“And meet up squabbles… Check…”

Mikey turned at the comparatively small voice.

It was obviously you and you smiled at your phone before looking up.

You met his eye and your gaze softened.

He returned it.

He needed to ask you about those drinks.

He was about to when you suddenly broke your gaze away.

He watched with a falling smile as you built up determination and took a single step forward.

Your body language read sturdy and your lips parted. “Alright… L-listen up!!!”

It took a bit of tapering, but as each person caught on to the owner of the voice, they all quieted in different forms of awe.

Your eyes didn’t leave your phone, but you didn’t look like you were reading from something. “I thank you all for coming today! It m-means a lot that you would join me! You p-probably already know about my, um… trouble with anxiety. I’ve been working really hard and today is a culmination of breaking that down. I… never thought I’d ever go to an amusement park, let alone leave New York, but I’m here now, t-thanks to each of y-you, so… thank you, truly…”

Your eyes rose in gratitude and everyone shifted with emotion.

April opened her mouth to respond, but your expression shifted to a threatening one.

Again, the group stiffened in surprise.

“That being said… This is my plan!” Phones started to ping around the group, but no one dared go for their device. “You’ve just been sent a copy of today’s itinerary. If you do not follow it, you will be left behind! T-that said, I did a ton of research and took as much into account as I possibly could! I t-think it’s doable…” You checked your phone. “My spiel is done, you now have 15 minutes to look and decide before the g-gates open…”

Hands flew for their phones.

“It really is 15 till…”

“How…?”

“Woah, what…?”

Mikey’s entire body tipped to the side.

He was only one of two people not acting on your instruction.

You had returned to checking something on your phone and swipes of your pupils said you were moving things around.

Mikey looked around.

“We’re being split up…?” April was sharing her phone between Raph and Casey. “Ride team and prize team…”

“How did pipsqueak know I was going to make the carnies cry?” Casey rubbed her chin.

“You’re not supposed to make them cry! You’re supposed to win cute prizes!” Raph tutted her. 

“Victory tastes sweeter when seasoned with tears.” Casey only nodded appropriately.

“I did only want to do coasters…” April remarked, still studying her device.

Leo chuffed and immediately tried to muffle it.

April caught wind and started scrolling on her phone with purpose before she lit with anger. “Hey! Now, hold on! What’s up with this!?”

Leo pointedly looked away.

“’Leo and April shenanigans!?’ Why do I get moved off the ride rotation?! What does that mean!?” She threw her phone out and walked it into Leo’s face.

“Oh, nothing!” He failed to conceal his laugh. “Y/N wrote it!”

April’s eyes narrowed.

“Leo’s meeting up with someone.”

A few pairs of eyes shot to you, but you were still working.

You gave a sly smile to mostly yourself. “He’s the only one I couldn’t figure out so I asked for his help.”

“Smart move. I would have gone rogue otherwise.” Leo shrugged.

“What’s that got to do with me!?” April rounded on Leo.

“Nothing!” Leo raised his voice and ducked around April in a smooth twirl that sent his mask tails twisting like a graceful pair of ribbons. “Just maybe I have a hot date with someone you just so happened to know and might not approve of…”

“What?! Who!?” April spun around with a low center of gravity to latch onto him if need be.

“Oh, is that the ticket guy!?” Leo skipped away.

“Leo! Leonardo Hamato, you get your ass back here right now! Who!?” April chased after him.

“I’m kinda glad…” Raph pressed his fingers together. “Takes the stress offa trying to get on the rides with the weight limit and all… Y/N even scheduled me tram time. How’d you know?”

You gave a slight wiggle at the praise, but didn’t respond.

“It is rigid, yet a lethal plan of attack.” Casey smacked her phone approvingly. “I may have to reevaluate your position in my ranking board of weakness if the outcome is favorable.”

Leo laughed loudly as he dodged April in the parking lot.

Mikey felt like he was out of his mind.

That was it?

You suddenly did something he would have never guessed in a million years and everyone only cared for a few minutes’ tops.

This was more than your progress.

This was something completely new.

It made no sense.

In a slow swivel, Mikey looked at the only other person who had yet to move.

Donnie was right next to him and lounging against the rail he was leaning on.

On his face was an expression that was nothing less than love struck.

“My nova…” Donnie mooned quietly. “Ever expanding destruction. Stunning.”

He then moved over to you and it was only for him that you parted your attention.

You shared your screen with him and he curled around, not quite touching you, to take it in with all his adoration.

Mikey was still leagues away.

His limbs felt clunky as he went for his phone.

There at the top of his notifications was your itinerary. It was clearly labeled and he clicked on it. The day was laid out before him in exact measure. There were blank fields ready to be filled in with approximate ride wait times. As soon as entry to the park was granted, the tables were divided into two clear columns for those who sought thrills and those who preferred less stomach churning activities. Along with scheduled drink and bathroom breaks, the snack segments were drop down lists that had food stand opening times along with full menus.

One of which was highlighted in orange and was sporting a coffee bar menu.

Mikey shook with a dry laugh.

“Time!” You clapped once and moved straight to the ticket counter with purpose.

You hadn’t purchased the tickets ahead of time, he knew this.

There had been something about an in-park discount. You were the first person in line and ended up buying for the lot with a quick card slip from Leo. Mikey identified that as the Hamato joint account. It had alleviated many petty squabbles. You dutifully went to each person and gave them a ticket like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Mikey accepted and the otherwise boring slip seemed like it glowed in his hand. He tucked it into a particularly safe pocket of his fanny pack as everyone moved inside. There were sounds of interest as soon as you entered the gate. The fracture split the group and there were no hard feelings.

You parted from Donnie with only one solidifying glance.

You two were always like that.

Donnie’s pet names were seemingly the only overtly romantic thing of note. Otherwise, the two of you displayed next to no PDA. It wasn’t just Mikey; Leo had questioned if you two were still dating more than once. It made Donnie furious every time and he declared your relationship was healthier than ever with each prompting. Mikey never saw it as a bad thing, but he could admit his bias. 

Mikey was also closer to you than anyone else. 

He knew your looks and the way you talked about Donnie. 

You were not left romantically wanting and Mikey would bet his existence that you two were in it for the long haul.

It felt like an odd rumination to end on as you left your boyfriend and headed straight towards him instead.

“Ready for that coffee?” You pointed in the direction of where it presumably was.

“Uh, yeah…” Mikey responded dully.

Casey yelled charge and jumped on Raph’s shoulders.

Raph pretended to rear before setting off.

April tugged ruthlessly on Leo’s mask tails and walked with Donnie towards growing metal pyres of rollercoasters.

“You okay…?” You tilted your head. “Need motion sickness meds?”

“No. I just didn’t… What… what team am I on…?” Mikey couldn’t remember where his phone was.

You tapped it where it was sticking out of his fanny pack. “Mine.”

“Yours… being…?”

You took a leading step and he followed after.

“Team duo!” You held up eager fists.

“Duo…?” Mikey pointed between him and you.

“We’re the only o-ones who want to do both!”

“Both…?”

You looked out fondly at the park. “Our special designation. I’m m-making the most of it… I… I’m n-not sure about the whole… coaster… adrenaline junkie thing. I think… I’ve had enough fight or flight for one lifetime, but… you can’t come h-here and not ride a coaster!”

Mikey nodded along.

“We’re d-doing two rides for sure…” You held up two fingers. “The f-fastest one and the o-one you were talking about…”

He thought and got himself a little straighter. “The one that free falls…?”

“Exactly!” You hopped a step.

“Huh…” The corner of his lips quirked.

“My heart’s already racing…!” You squeezed a hand to your chest. “Coffee w-won’t help, I think I’m gonna get something less caffeinated. Tea…? I was thinking tea…”

“Tea’s good.”

“Iced.” You agreed.

“I’m…” What was he doing?

Was he going to spend all day like this?

You were clearly over the moon with excitement.

You’d made this incredible list.

Everyone had split up, but seemed to be having a blast.

This was the final item on your mega list.

He was going to be your buddy for the day.

Was he going to miss that chance?

Never.

“I’m…” Mikey repeated and then jumped forward to block your path. “I’m going to get the most sugary thing and drop four shots of espresso in it!”

“M-Mikey!!” Your hands came up in a worried flurry.

“Try and stop me!” Mikey cheered and ran towards the only food stand that was open.

It was clearly the coffee station and you chased after shouting his name.

He placed his order before you reached him and you panted yours out when you got there.

The person moved to make them after taking payment and you scolded him for what would definitely happen. While the hyper-dose of caffeine would momentarily settle him, it would also eventually process along with the sugar. The resulting stimulation would send him bouncing off the walls until he eventually crashed. You added notes about forcing snacks on him to prevent that and he breezily accepted.

You got your drinks and headed out.

He found Casey by her voice alone and found her arguing with a worker in the carnival area. Raph stood by, unable to do much other than apologize and Mikey swooped in to get her away. The woman griped around having won and Mikey told her to get the next one. A huddle was had and there was discussion on how the games were rigged. It broke apart with an agreement that a little mysticism would go a long way and games were then chosen in a rotation.

It started with you picking a water gun game where you won nothing more than a bouncy ball.

Mikey and you played with it as Raph took his turn next and drove Casey up a wall because he had trouble deciding. You had a great time walking around and talking amongst it so when Raph finally picked it almost seemed like an interruption. His stall of choice came with ring toss and extra fuzzy looking plush prizes. You all took turns throwing, but no one got close enough to win anything.

Casey went next and immediately chose a stall that had balloons to pop. She forewent the weapon to throw kunai which spooked the employee. It took the manpower of the rest of the group to calm the man down before Mikey casted a small memory shifting spell. It had come in handy more than once for removing blame from his dad, but he kept the origins of the spell to himself. The mechanics of which he happily shared. The employee lost five minutes at most and Casey was removed from the stall kicking and screaming by Raph.

That left Mikey, who stopped at the sight of a giant spinning drill bit. It was an oddity amongst the other dime a dozen games and he felt compelled to ask. A kind man offered him a metal rod with a hole in it and explained that the game was one like Operation. If Mikey could get the hole all the way down the twisting and turning piece of metal without making contact with it then he would get a prize.

Raph was staring straight at a teddy bear the size of him and of a much higher quality than any other stand.

Mikey pretended to push up his non-existent sleeves before he claimed this was the game.

The buzzer of failure rang within 15 seconds.

Casey shoved him out of the way and screamed about how she would be the successful one amongst them all.

Her alarm came in seven seconds.

She spit about cheating and Mikey held her back so Raph could go.

Raph was sweating bullets as his giant hands meant it was more difficult to hold the rod.

He maneuvered the hole as far down as he could before his mass impeded him twisting along with the moving drill and he was outed around the 25 second mark.

That left you where you hopelessly grabbed the rod.

Without a drop of faith on your face, you studied how to best approach it and threaded your rod against the drill.

Moving slowly and methodically, you worked down the corkscrew that had taken out both Mikey and Casey.

You then rounded a looping arch that had removed Raph.

Down into a rectangular area that had you making snap gestures with your wrists, you then cleared it for a final flight straight down until the rod sat flush with the base of the game.

There was a beat of silence.

You then looked up at the employee.

“T-there was a mistake…” The man uttered. “The top there. You touched it, but the machine glitched and didn’t go off.”

This time Casey wasn’t the only one who fought back.

Mikey shot forward with the other two to bowl the mean man over with complaints.

Your praises were sung.

The man was bitter in gesturing to the wall, giving up on the matter and letting you pick a prize.

“Raph… which was it…?” You checked with him.

“You sure?!” Raph’s eyes watered.

“Very.” You nodded for him to choose.

He hugged the bear so tight there were waning stitches.

It was Casey who urged him to back off and with that you were off for your first snack break.

The sugar and caffeine were commingling in Mikey’s stomach so he launched himself forward with purpose. He ended up getting too far ahead and bet a random employee about guessing his weight. The man ended up being wrong and gave him a superhero cape for his troubles. It was a far cry from his cloak, but Mikey ran around making it soar nonetheless. You eventually caught up and purchased a variety of popcorns. They had a ridiculous amount of flavors and the pot was shared amongst the group. One selection was tossed while another was fought over and after you forced Mikey to down a bottle of water, you were on your way to the ride of his choosing.

The freefall ride was immediately selected and you were soon led to a shaky basket. It sat ready to be lifted up a set of tracks. Raph bowed out as there were three seats and he couldn’t fit in any of them. He seemed more than pleased to watch with his stuffed animal cradled tight and you were moved into the middle position. Casey complained about not needing shackles which the park attendant ignored as he made sure everyone was strapped in. Mikey looked all around in obvious excitement while your anxieties heavily contrasted him. You politely asked the man to double check your safety bar. He did so without complaint, but tacked on that you should be ready because the ride dropped at a rate of 30 feet per second which did nothing to quell your concerns.

As the man moved away to start the ride, Mikey caught a glimpse of teeth. 

It unnerved him and he continued to stare long after the guy manned a control panel. As far as Mikey could tell, he didn’t do anything else out of the ordinary which left him wondering if he had been mistaken. The ride began to ascend the tower and you clung to your safety bars with white knuckles. Mikey switched to soothing you by wondering if you’d been able to see the ride team when you achieved your maximum height. You stunted out a question about what coaster they were on and the ride clinked to a halt at the very top while Mikey tried to guess.

The entire park was laid out in front of you.

Mikey watched over it with a huge smile before turning it to you and finding the same awe inspired twinkle in your eyes.

“These are the best seats…” Casey mumbled.

You nodded in agreement.

“Nice pick, orange peel.” Casey tipped her chin to Mikey.

“Thank you!” Mikey beamed.

The moment lingered on.

A little too long. 

Casey squirmed and grunted about the wait. 

Mikey’s eye wandered before he peeked over the carriage to see what was going on below. 

From this angle, he couldn’t quite see the ride operator. 

You mustered up the courage to wonder, “Isn’t it… s-supposed to fa-?”

The beams holding the cart released with a chunk and whatever was left of your question went up into an outright scream as you rocketed down the ride. The basket then tipped and flipped over at the end, cutting off the intense inertia and churned the contents of everyone’s stomachs. Casey belched loudly and Mikey weakly thanked you for the water. You only shivered in your seat and didn’t move a muscle until the cart was righted and you were allowed to exit. There you made it a few feet before you wilted into Raph. “I-I l-lifted!”

“Lifted?” Raph offered you his stuffed animal.

You grabbed it with a might that rivaled its owners. “I-In m-my s-seat…! I-it w-wasn’t t-tight t-to m-my b-body. I l-lifted up i-into t-the a-air!”

Mikey spun around to glare at the employee, but he was strapping new guests in.

“Let’s go!” Mikey grumbled and ushered the group along.

You nodded shakily and it took walking halfway across the park before you steadied a little. It was there that you met up with the ride crew fresh off their coaster and oozing adrenaline. April was hollering about going a third time and tackled Casey. The former recruit hoisted her up and paraded April around. Mikey passed you off to Donnie who animatedly regaled you about the ride they’d just been on. He had the history of it and listening to him seemed to take your final edge off.

It was only to be built back up as this reunion was so you could hit your coaster.

The park capacity had grown as time wore on. It meant a lengthy wait in the line which was happily filled with conversation. Catching up on everything that had been missed, you updated the schedule before it was your turn. This time it was four in a row and Mikey high fived Leo to signal he’d ride with him. The couples took the first car and Donnie had words about how being in the front had its advantages.

You didn’t seem to agree, but you were soothed when this park attendant didn’t have the same odd edge. She secured you into place with a heavy click and pulled so hard on your seat belt that you appeared to have the air squeezed out of you. Donnie prattled on about how you would achieve 50 miles per hour and an employee joked about you losing your shoes. Mikey used his last free motion to zip his fanny pack up tightly and there was a ticking counter for takeoff.

The entire train shot like a bullet out of the station. Without a single building momentum, it instead bounced with turns and rotations that mimicked a balloon caught in a wind tunnel. Mikey screeched with excitement as he saw ground, then sky, then ground again, in a seemingly endless loop. His body was rocked violently side to side, but little of him went anywhere with the safety equipment.

With its hurtling speeds, the ride appeared over as fast as it began and Mikey was giggling his head off.

Donnie disengaged first, but you didn’t move.

He immediately rounded back on you and the employee came along with alarm on her face that immediately shifted to outright laughter. “Omigosh! Look at your hands! You made indents with your f-fingers! I’ve never seen that!!”

“Let go, nova dearest…” Donnie urged you.

You made a weary noise and didn’t seem to know you were safely docked.

“You’re alright. You can let go now.” The attendant joined in.

“You’re all good! Still got your zapatos on!” Leo cheered from where he was already back on solid ground.

Mikey followed after him. “The schedule, Y/N!”

That got you and you disengaged your fingers.

The attendant and Donnie helped you to the platform.

Your hands were out and stuck in a claw-like positioning.

“This is when you-!” Casey caught a finger and pulled hard.

It popped the joint and you squeaked in pain.

April immediately went on both attack and defense.

She kicked Casey down a short flight of stairs and helped you check your finger. “It’s not out of socket… You good?”

You nodded, teary eyed.

“Alright, alright…” April shushed you and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Where’s Raph? I bet he wants to do tea cups!”

“Tea cups! Spin off, bro!?” Leo whooped and turned toward Donnie.

You murmured out Raph’s location.

Donnie shoved Leo away and moved into yours and April’s shadow.

Casey butted up to Mikey’s side. “Was that… a grave mistake…?”

“No…” Mikey turned to her with sympathy. “Too much at the wrong time? Yes, but you’ll be forgiven, I guarantee it.”

Casey didn’t seem convinced.

“How about this…?” Mikey ducked his head down to share a secret.

Casey came with severe attention.

“When we have souvenir time, pay close attention to what Y/N looks at. If they pass on something, but look back at it, you know they actually want it. Get them that and say sorry then. It’ll be perfect.”

“You are sure?”

“I…” Mikey softened. “… know Y/N better than anyone. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I see… Understood.” Casey gave a nod and broke the walking huddle.

Raph was back with the gang and had a churro that was almost as long as him. Apparently a cart man had taken his size on as a challenge and made this one special. Raph was unfazed at having not ridden any rides yet and munched happily. Your spirits raised and by the time you were at the tea cups, you asked to sit out. April offered to join you, but you urged her to go as you wanted to watch and take pictures.

That was enough of a go ahead and everyone smashed themselves into a single cup even though there wasn’t enough room. The attendant at this ride didn’t seem to care as no one else was on and started up the cups. All six cup members grabbed the center wheel and began to turn it with reckless abandon. The cup immediately exceeded some upper limit and the resulting g-forces forced Mikey to let go first.

He slammed, carapace first, into the wall and found he couldn’t pull his limbs back to return to spinning. Leo’s lips flapped as he challenged Casey who was directly across from him. She took him on with a wild expression and April was the next to hit the wall. She seemed to suffocate on the oxygen being spun away from her and Raph’s clambering claws slipped.

He had little space to fly and only seemed to open up more room for the final three. Donnie held out as long as he could, but he too was knocked out by the rotations. That left Leo and Casey who, to Mikey’s eyes, were never going to stop. The ride continued to spin longer than Mikey thought possible. Though it was only in millisecond clips, he sort of caught the vision of you talking to the employee. You pointed towards them and he thought maybe it was to stop you, but Mikey also caught a clip of the employee laughing.

The ride wasn’t going to stop until someone won, he realized then.

“Gonna… be… sick…!!” Donnie retched.

“I’ve been puked on before!” Leo cackled, not backing down.

“Try cleaning up frosting vomit!” Casey matched him.

“Been there, done that!” Leo seethed.

Raph’s eyes spun and his head lolled.

“We lost Raph!” April screamed.

Donnie and April latched onto the arms of the largest half-conscious brother to keep him from flying out of the ride.

The tea cup began to wobble.

“U-uh… G-guys!?” Mikey squeaked.

“Give it up!” Leo’s words slurred.

“Never!!!” Casey screamed.

A bit of spit exited her mouth.

As if caught in the middle of a vortex, it seemed to slow around the tornado.

Mikey watched as it hung before choosing a direction.

It hit Leo directly in the eye.

The slider let go and flew back with enough force that there was an audible bang against the metal cup.

A song played that signaled the end of the ride and no amount of gentle slowing could adjust everyone’s equilibrium.

“I… win!!!” Casey managed before collapsing right out of the cup.

The others similarly fell to the floor and half crawled their way in different directions, unable to tell which way they were going. You rushed into the ride and helped the best you could. It meant you flew from April almost hitting a guardrail to Raph who regained consciousness, but could barely speak. Donnie dry heaved and the attendant had to use a crowbar to remove Leo from the cup. There was light conversation about paying for damages which was turned into an elaborate lie instead so the park employee wouldn’t get in trouble for his various infractions.

Something convincing was agreed upon and half the group took a break.

Leo said he was fine otherwise and said he’d be hitting the restroom. April checked her phone as he was walking away and screamed at him about the time. He immediately took off running and she pursued him all while asking why he felt the need to flee. Raph said something about needing to move since his ear drums thought he was and he gravitated towards a nearby slide. Mikey watched after, nursing a new water. He glanced at his companions and found you soothingly rubbing the back of Donnie’s neck while Casey lay in a limp pile.

“It’s two to a carpet…” You told Mikey without looking.

“Isn’t Raph the two?” Mikey chuckled.

You smiled and flicked your eyes to give him permission to go.

He returned the grip and tipped his water in gratitude before chasing after the oldest. This line moved swiftly and Mikey and Raph butted together to walk the straight line between the bars. They were soon sitting on a soft rug and then pushed down an enormous snake. Black, red, and yellow flew by and it was oddly grounding as they slithered through twists and turns. By the time they were off, the vertigo had lapsed and Mikey ran back to you with the good news.

You had moved over by a trash can where you were patting Casey’s face with a wet towel.

“She get sick?” Mikey asked.

You opened your mouth to respond but the women in question cut you off.

“N-nev-!” Casey belched wetly. “-er… yes…”

“Don’t worry… Even warriors throw up sometimes…” You passed Casey the towel.

“Thank you…” Casey showed a moment of vulnerability and leaned into you.

You helped her up and back over to where Donnie was still sat.

“Lunch is next…” Raph spoke nervously and his stomach growled.

“How!?” Donnie threw out a limp wrist.

Raph chuckled sheepishly.

“Food can help… Something light?” You asked Casey.

She only groaned and moved to walk herself towards the larger food court.

“How are you fine?” Donnie asked Mikey.

“Hmm…” Mikey wondered aloud. “Y/N has been pumping me full of dry food and water so I guess I’m hydrated and the food ate up my stomach acid kinda thing?”

Donnie thought it over before stopping at the next closest cart to get a water.

Mikey watched him sip on it and the group eventually gathered at an outdoor dining room flagging a congregation of food stalls. Mikey took orders and Raph offered to carry the trays while everyone else rested. You darted away for napkins and condiments and there was soon a spread on a large wooden table. April joined back up just as food was served and when asked who Leo was with she would only grumble out that she didn’t want to talk about it. No one pushed and she left to momentarily get her own food.

Eating slowly recuperated everyone and there was talk of how to proceed. The tram ride was technically next and Raph was full and eager to ride the train around the park. You urged the others that this was a good thing and there was a stuffed trudge over to the platform. It was an agonizing staircase up, but once inside, the AC pumped through the cabin. Each person laid out on their own bench and slipped into a dreamy daze as the tram made routine pit stops.

For several cycles, the transport was yours. Mikey sat across the alley from you and watched you stare at the way the sunbeams sparkled through the rides. They seemed to be the only light penetrating the calm and darkened car. It added to the mood and it was only when another person finally got on that you all moved to disembark.

You were on the far side of the park and there was a divide on what to do next. A certain coaster was here that could apparently fit Raph and he seemed eager to try it. Meanwhile, April and Casey had their eyes set on a log ride on the other side of the park. Raph looked on expectantly at the rest of you and Donnie agreed to go. You and Mikey said you’d wait in line, but not ride and everyone separated. The queue was shorter here for the distance from the other rides and the line curled through the trees. It offered a delightful flush of shade and conversation was pleasant.

Raph was allowed on after some adjustments to his seat and Donnie bid you and Mikey adieu.

You showed Mikey the tea cup pictures you had taken and Mikey couldn’t stop laughing at all the ugly wind blown faces. You regaled him on how you asked the ride attendant to keep spinning and how the man thought it was a hilarious contest. He apparently had a speed gun and caught a top speed of 89 miles per hour which seemed absurd, but you had evidence of that too. You then readied yourself and snapped a photo as the coaster shot by with Donnie and Raph. You shared that shot with Mikey too and it painted Raph the picture of terror and Donnie something a little more lighthearted than neutral.

You were both laughing and turning the images into memes when the other two brothers joined you.

Donnie appeared in good health, but walked a small distance from the group to slouch against a bench instead of sitting on it.

Raph got his phone out, laughed at the first meme in the group chat, and then was obvious about getting the itinerary up. “Oh, there’s a break in the schedule here. We can either rest, go to a show, or shop!”

“What kind of show?” Mikey perked up.

“Uh…” Raph fiddled with the drop down and his large fingers. “Dance show!”

Mikey debated openly.

You were looking at Donnie.

Donnie didn’t seem to notice.

Donnie looked like he was sulking. 

You turned to Mikey with a sort of expectant look.

Mikey tilted his head and wondered if he should prod his brother.

You instead moved closer to him and gestured for him to lower his head.

He brought it down to listen. “Mind shopping with me? I don’t think he’s had enough protein…”

“Sure!” Mikey bobbed. “Raph, you going to the show? We’re hitting the vendors!”

“Think I’ll be good alone…?” Raph weighed his options with a swing of his head.

“I think you’ll run into Leo and his mystery date.” Mikey wagged his brow ridge. “What’s more romantic than dancing?” 

Raph lit up. “Dance show it is!”

You waved Raph and his stuffed animal goodbye and went to flank Donnie with Mikey.

He moved listlessly with you and Mikey thought you were spot on in your guess.

He hadn’t seen Donnie eat anything other than a plain baked potato at the concession so it was highly likely that his brother hadn’t had anything with protein in it since his morning omelet. With all the walking and excitement, that meant he had little more than carbs to work off of and it was the likely culprit for his dip in mood.

You rounded in and out of several open air shops where Mikey clocked a keychain for Casey to get you later.

He covertly snapped a pic and sent it off along with a location and received back a flurry of emojis.

Mikey rolled his eyes affectionately and followed you into a shop with jerky.

Donnie turned his nose up at the stuff, but the employee there was a proud one. They went on and on about how tender it was which Donnie openly scoffed at. Samples were passed out to prove him otherwise, but he refused to partake. You and Mikey clinked paper cups before downing yours and Mikey drilled the employee on how they’d done it all while his mouth was still full. It was far too tender for what it was and the employee laughed haughtily and only agreed.

Donnie tentatively took a corner shred as a bite as if there was a chance it was poisoned and was struck by how easily the meat tore away from the piece. He then ate his fill and picked up several bags which he snacked on while you and Mikey debated flavors. The employee threw in a discount and you exited with several bags and a much happier Donnie.

A piece of jerky stuck out of the corner of his brother’s mouth and you pulled the group aside to look at the park map. There was clear conversation of where to head next and Mikey’s attention wandered. He was no longer wearing his cape which meant he had lost it at some point. Instead of wondering where, Mikey accepted the disappearance and fiddled with the zipper of his fanny pack. You and Donnie were still talking and he was about to interject in case you had gotten off topic when a man walked by. 

Mikey stared after him for a long moment and placed him as the man from the freefall ride. 

A small spark of resentment flicked in Mikey’s chest and he decided this walk by had occurred for a reason. 

“I’m… I’m gonna be right back! Do whatever… yeah, whatever…!” Mikey ran in the direction the employee went.

You shouted out questions behind him, but didn’t pursue.

It took a bit of winding as Mikey lost track, but around a curve of fence, there was an obvious park worker entrance that said ‘KEEP OUT.’ It was also very obviously wide open and Mikey popped his head in to check. There was a long hallway of built up fence that disappeared around a bend. He walked cautiously down the path until a sliver of an open area became visible. Stopping there and hunkering down in learned scouting, Mikey saw the park employee walk into frame with another following him and yanking his hat off.

The offensive man slapped his coworker and the other man complained that he almost dropped his headwear.

Mikey chewed his lip at the first bubbles of anger.

The mean man laughed. “Aw, did I scare you?! Careful now, don’t wanna shit yourself!”

“Get lost, Zach.” The second man waved him away.

“Don’t be like that, Nevan. Whatcha doing?”

“Taking five, beat it.”

“Aw, come on! We’re both hiding out” The jerk who was now dubbed Zach leaned on the wall beside the other man.

“No, dude. I just need a second and I’m not getting written up for you again.” The nicer guy who was apparently named Nevan sneered. 

“Jerry’s a jackass! He hands out write up slips like parking tickets!”

“No, you’re always breaking code.” Nevan waved Zach off to leave.

“Come on! You’re already here! I just wanna tell you about this nutcase on the free fall!”

Nevan put his fingers in his ears and sang.

Zach tackled him and bumped a nearby trash can that buzzed with the jostling. 

Mikey caught his fingers in a wood plank to keep from interfering. 

Zach soon had Nevan in a headlock. 

“What the fuck is your problem!? Get off!!” Nevan struggled. 

“Listen and I’ll let go!” Zach cooed. 

“Screw you!”

Zach squeezed.

Mikey seethed, ready to step in.

“Fine! You know what?! Fine! Just let go!!”

Zach threw his hands up.

The other man rubbed his collar. “You fucking suck. I hate you so much…”

“Nah, you love me!”

“Just say your stupid shit so I can go, man!”

“Stupid…?” Zach burst out ugly laughing.

Nevan used the cover to inch toward his escape.

“This morning, you shoulda seen it!”

Nevan knew to pause when Zach looked.

“There was this grade A scaredy cat with these inhuman freaks. I’m telling you, we need to round them all up so we don’t gotta look at ‘em!”

Mikey slid his foot forward.

“Dude!” Nevan shoved Zach. “No! Fuck you! I’m not listening to that! My sister is dating a Labrador dude and he’s the best! That’s it. I’m out! I’m reporting you!”

“No! Come on!” Zach tried to pursue.

In a flick of his hand, Mikey manifested a chain in front of Zach’s foot.

Zach tripped, but Mikey pulled hard on the mystic energy.

It snapped tight and momentum pulled the man in the other direction.

He stumbled the other way with flailing arms and Mikey was careful in manifesting individual links under his feet so he wouldn’t be able to catch a grip on the ground.

Zach slammed into the trash can and it fell over alongside him.

There was a dull thrum before bees burst from their hive inside.

Nevan scrambled away as Zach was immediately attacked by the swarm.

Zach screeched and Nevan puffed with one shock of worry before he straightened. “You know what?! Serves you right!!”

Nevan turned and Mikey bolted back down the path and out into the park proper. He made a few sharp strides to make it look like he was walking by and he glimpsed Nevan emerge. The employee slammed the ‘KEEP OUT’ door behind him and the distant sounds of Zach’s attack melded in with screams from coasters. 

Nevan disappeared and Mikey was left relatively alone to cheer. He pumped a few happy fists before skipping back to where he’d left you and Donnie. The pair of you weren’t there and Mikey knew he could check his phone to find your location, but instead chose to wander. Misters had been turned on for the heat and he slowed by the spray to let it douse him. When his shirt was thoroughly soaked, he continued to meander.

It took him past happy families that were making memories, couples who tittered cutely to one another, and friends who snapped photo after photo. He felt honored to be privy to all these people’s special moments. This all came about because of you. You and your determination brought him here and he couldn’t be happier. You would have each other for the rest of your lives and it was with that vision of you old and grey that Mikey heard your laughter.

Donnie’s voice predictably followed and Mikey moved forward at a leisurely pace. He came upon a small unused pavilion behind some trees that he bet was great for kid’s shows. Now, it was currently empty and on the closest row to the top, Donnie was seated and you were hovering over him. Your hands were placed on either side of his head and you leaned forward to dot the tip of his beak with your nose.

Donnie reached up and steadied himself by grabbing your arm. “Y/N…”

You hummed curious in response and pulled away to run your thumbs soothingly over his cheeks.

 “Y/N, my beloved Nova. My darling . My luminous explosion of which all other ceases to be in light of you…” Donnie spoke again, sounding a little dopey.

“What is it?” You giggled and curled your fingers under his chin. 

“I need you.” He turned inward to nose and kiss one of your palms.

“You have me.” You kissed his forehead. 

“That’s not near enough. Do you know how long it’s been?” Donnie grouched lightly. 

You shushed him and shuffled until you were between his knees. “You’re having fun today.”

“I suppose that’s true...” He tested light brushes of his fingers against your waist. 

“You’d do it again, I bet.” You nodded to him and, in a happy trill, he pulled you flush to him. 

“Yes, well…!” His head dove into your shoulder as you settled in his arms. “How can you use my equally adored logic against so callously?”

“Callous, huh?” You still had his head and thumbed one of his cheeks.

“Yes.” He puffed them out so you had more to press.

“When you didn’t have to ask…?” You led him.

He peered at you curiously. “Ask what?”

“For my attention.”

He thought for only a moment before his expression went especially gooey.

“I could tell. You missed me. I missed you… It’d been a little too long, but I’m here now.”

“And you’ll… stay…?” He appeared anxious and quickly tried to mop it up with haughtiness. “I’ve yet to have my fill and my Y/N battery can be quite large so who knows how long it will take the receptacle to refill when-!”

You nuzzled down into his cheek.

His lips stalled out at the affection and gave up to lounge against you.

“Of course, I’ll stay. Maybe I’m not as exciting as those coasters, but we’ll have just as much fun together. We always do.”

“True, you aren’t enjoyable as a thrill ride…”

You were unmoved.

“You’re a far greater excitement.” He nudged for your full attention. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.”

You gave it with a flush of your lids. 

He somehow turned up his affections. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” You responded immediately and moved your head to meet his lips. 

Mikey stood quietly for the exchange before he lowered his gaze. It didn’t exactly feel like a revelation that you and Donnie were indeed some form of hopeless romantics, but it had been interesting to see it play out. You were a specific type of bold for your boyfriend and Mikey reached up to press a fist to his plastron. He wasn’t sure when, but at some point the cat in his chest had leapt away. It left warmth in its place and Mikey found that no matter how much time had passed, that heat lingered. There was perspective there and Mikey was glad he had stumbled upon this display. It was a signal that all was right in the world and, after giving you love birds a few more moments, he moved to make his presence known.

You squeaked out apologies for modesty, but didn’t flee from your partner.

Mikey waved you off and called himself a creeper before he tacked on that he could make that twofold.  

The specification caught Donnie’s attention where he loosened his grip on you to press what Mikey meant.

Mikey openly regaled the pair about the nefarious employee Zach.  

Donnie rose gravely and paused to break his character to ask you something with his eyes. 

You were still clearly processing Mikey’s story and only blinked at him blankly. 

Donnie’s lids dripped with adoration and he pecked your cheek before stepping free of the bench. 

It took two steps for him to shift into rage and announce that he was heading to an information desk. 

A formal complaint was about to be logged whether either of you liked it or not.

You and Mikey barely kept up with Donnie who tore a path towards his destination.

You shared a hopeless look with Mikey about how your boyfriend couldn’t be stopped.

Mikey responded in kind as he knew his brother.

You both laughed and highly contrasted the darkened aura of his sibling.  

It was a joyous light. 

It was one he shared with you that you had made all your own.

💛 THE END 💛

My greatest gratitude to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 for joining me in the completion of another work.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

If you're up to do a request I got an angsty one. Feel free to pass this with of you're not comfortable;

Swapfell Papyrus and Sans (separately) are in a really solid relationship with s/o. Everything was going great until one day s/o announced they were pregnant!

The skeletons did not believe them, since well s/o is human, and believed they cheated. S/o tried so hard to convince them the baby is theirs but was unsuccessful. Sans and Papyrus left them, heartbroken.

Months later after the relationship is over, Sans and Papyrus randomly came across S/O whom is now sporting a babybones in their arms. Oops turns out S/O was telling the truth and somehow survived the pregnancy!

I love this. And I love you traveler for gracing me with this idea ;)

Featuring: Sans, Cash.

Masterlist

Sans

By all scientific means this couldn't be possible, you two were different almost completely different rares, and by what he remembered of the old studies of his years of being a scientist, monsters and humans could not breed..

He didn't want to believe it, have you been cheating on him all this time? Were all of your love words fake?

He wasn't mad, he was disappointed, he always thought you deserved better than a pack of bones like him anyways..

He didn't make a scene out of it, simply grabbed his things and moved out. That was it.

He still loved you, dearly, but he couldn't be with someone who cheated on him.

Imagine his surprise when he accidentally bumped into you almost a year later, his sockets going black when he sees you holding a babybones almost identical to him.

You just murmured "excuse me.." and walked away. He stares at seemingly nothing, rethinking his decisions.

Sans goes to Toriel for advice, he needs her words right now.

Lather that day, your phone lit up with a message from Sans, "Can we talk please?".

He understands if you didn't respond, but is happy when you send a "sure. My house?" back.

It doesn't take long for you to hear a knock on the door.

When you open, you see Sans with a bruise on his cheek caused by Undyne.

"So..."

"I'm.. sorry (_____). I-i shouldn't have acted the way I did based on my old studies. I understand if you don't want our relationship to be back, especially after what I did... But.. I'll be here if you ever consider it.."

It's your choice now traveler, will you accept him back?

Cash

Wants to believe in you, but can't. Even after you and his brother saying it's his baby, he just can't.

He was a royal scientist for.. maybe a year? He doesn't remember correctly, but the time he was there he saw some.. "studies" being done in humans, and with his own sockets he believed humans and monsters breeding was impossible.

And knowing himself, he wouldn't really blame you for cheating on a dirty, greedy monster like him.

Yet he still felt betrayed, he placed his trust in you, told you about things he swore never to dig up again, and you repay him by cheating!?

People who passed by him could never imagine he'd spend his nights crying on his mattress while holding things that you gave him.

Even after bumping into you, seeing his own skeleton child in your arms, his ego is way too big to admit he fucked up.

But shit, there's no other skeleton Monsters on the underground and that kid looks just like he did when younger. Fuck.

His first instinct is to go to his brother.

"Berry I fucked up!"

"You Saw (_____)'s Kid Didn't You?"

Berry still stayed in contact with you, pretty secretly but he did, no way in hell he'd miss his nephew/niece growing!

Of course that made it easier for him to help his baby sibling, telling him to go buy your favorite flowers and candy. Oh and some diapers as well just in case.

You're surprised when seeing a pretty well dressed Cash holding flowers and chocolate at your front door, it's not really a sight you'd see every day.

He takes a deep breath, pushing his ego behind and finally apologizing after months.

"So... I just wanted to say I'm sorry I thought ya cheated months ago... I brought your favorites to recompensate you..?"

It took him a lot of effort to let this simple phrase out, please just tell him if you still want him again or not..

[overnightheartbeats]

The thought of her already making an impression didn't sound right, but if his memory of when he first saw her was any indicator, then she was inclined to believe him. "I have to say, the dancing was unexpected, but it turned out to be my favorite part of the night." One conversation, one dance, and Laurel was hooked. That led her to a diner, and so on. “Hm, yeah,” she hummed in thought thinking of home. “California was home. I was tempted to be honest.” Juju probably would’ve loved it. “I just couldn’t bring myself to leave my dad. It’s just me and him now. No other family, really. Felt terrible to run off and leave him.” Being the second person to do that to him just didn’t feel right. “It does! I’m really excited for them to come over, soon I think.” Juju’s words crept into her mind, wanting to meet him and all. Not a good time to mention that though. “They said they’d try visiting soon, her and her boyfriend. Maybe next month?”

She was quickly discovering that she loved making him laugh. It was such a sweet sound, one she could hear again and again. “Oh, so you’re not above bribery? I’m intrigued.” The look on his face, with that smirk, invited trouble. And Laurel was immediately intrigued, ready to be bribed. His confirmation made her smile, because she still couldn’t tell if they were just joking around, but being kept warm by him seemed worth everything. “Sometimes both, so honestly any and all warm is appreciated. I promise not to touch you with my cold, cold hands.”

“You can hold me to anything you want, but yes promise no judgment on the awesome blankets.” Though, now she was very curious what kind of blankets these were. Did they have some amusing design on them? Or the character blankets, like Spider-Man or something? “And, I hope we still like each other at the end of this getting to know you session,” finishing her earlier sentence. Laurel’s features softened further, her smile growing as she returned the gentle squeeze. Well, well — now, it was her turn to smirk. Amusement tugging on her lips as they both agreed on this eventual next time. “do you? Time to bring out all my wooing skills then. Just to make sure I don’t miss my chance.” Talking about Jenny made her feel awkward, shaking her head at his comment. It certainly seemed like she was upset, but part of her hoped that wasn’t true. “I hope not, because you have very pretty eyes.”

That comforted her, knowing he was willing to share with her after her awkward question. "Thank you..for, more or less, feeling comfortable to answer." Laurel listened to him talk about family and the birthday celebration, exasperation was evident in his tone. She wondered if he genuinely didn't like celebrating his birthday, just something for her to know - future reference and all. “I have, but that’s nice to see - that kind of commitment to your family. I feel like most people are eager to leave their family and be independent. Hm, I’m glad they insist. You deserve to be celebrated, and cake is never too bad I hope.” She looked his way, trying to decipher if he was serious but his laughter confirmed it for her quickly enough. “Oh, tempting? Funny you say that, I was thinking the same thing. Well, the push and pull can be fun. I promise I’m not as stubborn as my sign says. Sexy, really? Consider me an expert on all things astrology then.” She definitely wasn’t one by any means, but laurel was quick to sign up. “Okay, next question: hobbies. Can I assume dancing is one of them?” Considering they had found the time to dance the two times they crossed paths.

"That you are or well I should say you already had." Laurel had made quite the impression even before he officially met her. "I am too. It worked out that I didn't stay in bed like my original plan had been. To be fair the Halloween party was fun all things considered. I did take you out on the dance floor. Wasn't all bad." His smile grew the longer he stared at her. "Is that where you're from? You did say Texas wasn't your home either. How come you didn't go to college out there? You could have left your dad and gone back?" Eli nodded his head as he smiled thinking of her friend coming to see her. "Bet that makes you happy. Do you know when you'll see her?"

Her laughter made him laugh, it was a contagious moment which they shared together in a odd little way. "Good to know bribery works on you. May end up being my secret weapon." A smirk crossed his features as he gave her a look to say he was thinking up ways to bribe her. "Fair point," he confirmed. "I'll keep you warm. Why not. Is it your feet or hands that get cold?"

"Alright I'll be holding you to that. Dont judge my awesome blankets." Though the thought of her finding the tiger blankets on his bed made him chuckle to himself. He heard her stutter briefly and looked over in fear he had said or done something wrong. But when he locked eyes with her he couldn't help but smile. Squeezing her hand a little bit tighter. "And what?" he prompted her to finish that sentence. "I promise next time you can get both lunch and dinner for me. I do like to be wooed." he shrugged giving a slight mischievous smile. "I really do think that if you weren't there she'd have clawed my eyes out. Took a lot for her to hold back I presume."

"Don't be. If I wasn't comfortable I wouldn't have answered. But yeah, we're close. I drop everything for them as you have clearly seen. As for the holiday birthday. It's alright. I've never seen a reason to celebrate it since it isn't even my actual one. Who knows when I was actually born. But family insist on it every year." He sounded exasperated but reality was he enjoyed it especially getting a cake after his complaining. "Tempting," he laughed. "But no. I wouldn't ghost you. Something tells me we'd be compatible. A little bit of a push and pull I'd guess but nothing we couldn't conquer if we worked together. I can be pretty level headed if need be. I find astrology rather sexy so I mean, if you want to talk eight world wonders to me then by all means."