#hey bud. take one look at his face then try to convince me this guy is from egypt and not your new neighbor that just moved from minnesota

[rainofthetwilight]

it's so funny seeing how when it comes to white-passing POC, people just completely Forget about ethnic features, and that just bc a person is white-passing somehow immediately means that they have fuckass white people features lmfao

like, take my brother for example, who is white-passing and even has dark blonde hair. he's basically almost all set to be your Local White Boy! but just by taking a close look at him, you could easily tell that he is Not a fucking european!

I literally just saw someone call the goddamn white pharoah a historically accurate egyptian. Because egyptians can have blue eyes and pale skin. and guess what brother?? yes we can!!! but wallahi, in no mf way, is this nightmare an egyptian!

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Pretty like poetry ◦ l.f

-felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 2681

Genre ◦ Fluff with i think some hurt and comfort low on the hurt heavy on the comfort

Warnings ◦ Felix being kinda dramatic, he's also really insecure(felt), Weird dialogue (I wrote this half alseep please bare with me, babes), honestly there's nothing in here but some cute hurt and comfort where you spend the night at his house and you catch him barefaced🤷, spelling errors and shitty punctuation (you're on my page what's new).

A/N ◦ to all the people that say felix's freckles are like stars I promise I'm not targeting you guys I'm just yapping and that's what my brain came up with please don't like come at me 😭🙏 this is just a silly little fic I wrote to try to practice my "poetry" skills idk what half of this is but hey what can you do 🤷 also I really fuck with the mood board on this REMBER IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME I GET REALLY INSECURE ABOUT MY WRITING okay enough yapping for one night hope you enjoy pretty <3

Your relationship with Felix was still budding like a freshly planted flower, waiting for the petals to unfurl. You liked Felix. You really, really liked Felix, but there were still a few things you hadn't done with him yet, like bake brownies, sit under the stars while you secretly stared at him instead of the sky, shared an ice cream cone under the hot summer sun, but spending the night at his house was long past due, especially after the 4-hour movie night filled with giggles, kisses, and popcorn being thrown all over the place, your throat was still sore from the amount of laughing you two were partaking in. He made you feel safe, happy, loved, and that's all that matters right now, that, and when he shyly offered for you to spend the night, how could you refuse, with his red ears and fidgeting fingers making you just want to fold him up and stuff him in your pocket, never letting the gross evil world dull his sparkle.

You rub the towel over your hair before hanging it back up on the rack and walking out into the bedroom, fresh from your shower. You smirk, noticing the way his eyes widen, scraping over your body, adorned with the baggy clothes he lent you.

He isn't getting these back.

You flop onto the bed, bouncing into his arms.

"Hi darling," he beams, looking down at you with sparkling eyes and, well, sparkling cheeks too. You squint, wondering if what you were suspecting was true. As he tilts his face away from yours, you notice it in the glint of the light.

He still has his makeup on.

You furrow your brows. "Are you going to take your makeup off?" You ask, words feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Oh," his eyes linger away from yours. "No, I'm too tired," he smiles, but it's weak, fitting weird on his mouth. Concern worms its way into your bones.

“You shouldn't leave makeup on your face overnight, Felix; it can hurt your skin,” you say, carefully grazing a finger over his smooth cheek. He grabs your wrist gingerly, watching you with wide, glittering eyes.

“I just want to hold you right now. Can I do that?" You stare at him cautiously, debating whether you should press the issue further. “Please,” he whispers. You can tell in the soft hues of his irises; he's begging you to drop it, so you do, reluctantly, of course.

“Fine,” you sigh, your eyelids drooping as you pull the covers over your shoulders, shimming into the mattress to get comfortable. His muscular arm wraps around your waist, dragging you into his warm chest.

“Don't be mad, please,” he mumbles, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head. You turn over to face him, your brows turned in worry.

"I'm not mad, I promise Lix, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Trust me, darling, I'm anything but uncomfortable, especially with my beautiful girlfriend lying in the same bed as me.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His deep voice makes your cheeks flare with heat, flustered beyond what should be scientifically possible.

“Will you stop trying to rizz me up and go to bed?" You shriek into his shirt, he chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Rizz is an interesting word to use; I like that, actually."

"Turn the light off." You whine, pulling the cloth over your eyes.

"Flustered, baby?" He teases.

Oh, it's on.

He wants to battle; he's getting the whole war.

You don't know what came over you as you snaked your hand under the hem of his tee shirt, running your fingers across the hard ridges of his abs. His breath hitches in his throat. You tilt your chin up, resting it on his chest.

“Flustered, baby?” Your tone is smooth and sultry, his eyes are screwed up, lip curled into his teeth.

“Baby,” he chokes as you slip your hand higher.

"You sure you don't wanna turn off that light?"

"Yep, yes, on that r-right now," he stutters, scrambling to turn off the lights, especially as heat crawls up his ears, flushing across his cheeks. You giggle as the room spills into darkness, butterflies filling your stomach when he pulls your head back on his chest.

"You know, I'm surprised I still have a neck with the amount of whiplash you just gave me. I mean, there you were, all red cheeks and all of a sudden boom! Fingers, abs, and me, red cheeks," he rambles, squeezing you closer. "Your duality is truly insane."

You chuckle, loving the way his body engulfs you, pulling you under the waves of warmth and slumber. Silence creeps between the two of you until-

“Thank you for staying,” He whispers.

"Always.” You manage to utter right before-

You

D r o w n.

You don't remember when you woke up or what got you to the bathroom; you just know you're there, and with the need to pee becoming pretty overwhelming without thinking, you go to turn the knob.

"Wait," Felix screeches, slamming his body against the door.

 “Fuck Felix” You jump back, your heart practically hopping out of your chest. You gasp, holding yourself onto the door frame. If you were even a little bit sleepy then, you are wide the fuck awake now, your heart still thumping wildly in your ribcage.

“I need to pee. Can I come in?”

“No! Don't come in here, please!” He begs.

“Why? Felix, you only have one bathroom; if we aren’t close enough to use the bathroom in front of each other, that's fine. I just really need to pee. Now, can I please come in?”

He stops, waits for a few moments.

“You can’t turn on the light, and you have to shut your eyes."

“Felix, what?” You ask, exasperated, almost ready to just open the door and make him explain why he's tripping balls over something so trivial as using the bathroom. “What's really going on?” You're met with silence before a small whisper lingers from behind the wood. You could almost see it, his insecure frame curled into itself.

"I'm barefaced." Your gaze softens

"Felix,” you chuckle, “do you really think I care about something like that, especially at this time of night I can barely see my toes, let alone you, please?” You beg, your voice airy and light trying to dull is anxiety for the sake of your bladder and his dignity. “I'm coming in.” You turn the knob, but its quickly met with the door locking.

"No, stop it, y/n, I'm serious."

"What's the matter with you?" You huff, annoyance creeping into your veins, no matter how hard you push it back.

"I'm not ready to show you what I look like without makeup yet, okay!" He snaps, aggravated over something that seems so trivial to you. He should know you would never care about something as shallow as his bareface. He's gorgeous, with or without makeup. You know that, apparently, he doesn't.

"Felix," You sigh, your voice Is laced with sympathy, hoping to coax him out of this insecure rut he has himself in.

"Please," You lean your head on the door. Sometimes you wish you could serve him your heart on a silver platter—show him that it will only ever beat for him. Then, maybe, it would be enough to prove that no matter what he looks like under all those layers of foundation, it will never be enough to cut the little red string that ties your souls together.

The gears of the lock click under your hand.

"Okay, ground rules, before you can come in-"

You groan, banging your forehead on the frame.

"Felix," you whine, "I'm not kidding, I really need to pee."

"Y/n please," he whimpers, a desperate tilt in his voice, you can almost taste the anxiety in his tone, you cave, your heart cracking in two.

"Okay… You can't laugh at me-" You scoff, folding your arms in front of your chest defensively.

"You know I would never do that I-"

"See that's the thing! No, I don't, okay, I don't, so it's taking everything in me to open this door, so, please," his voice cracks slightly, "just let me say my piece... no laughing, no comments," he stops for a second as though he's thinking up another bullet to add to the list. "O-Okay, I think that's all," he says, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. You hear footsteps moving away from the door.

"Is it safe to come in?" You ask.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, anxiously. You pull the door open carefully, easing your way into the threshold, acting like you're walking into an active warzone. As soon as you reach the edge of the door, a hand covers your eyes.

He doesn't know why he did it; in a nervous fit of insecurity, he slapped his palm over your face.

"Felix," you yelp, "what the hell!"

"I-Im sorry, I-I just-" He feels so stupid—so pathetic—wondering why hes acting so childish about something as simple his bare face.

"Felix, can you take your hand off my eyes." He knows you don't mean it mockingly, but the way you tilt your words like you're talking to a rabid dog or an anxious toddler, makes embarrassment rip in the pit of his stomach.

"Fine," he mumbles taking his hand off your face, "J-Just remember! No laughing and no comments, o-okay, promise me!"

"I promise." You mutter as your lashes flutter open.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, eyes darting to the floor. The last fraying string of courage he's desperately grasping at is enough for his feet to stick to the floor, but definitely not enough for him to look into your eyes. Heat crawls up his cheeks under your gaze, curling into himself—he feels so foolish like this—anxiety flooding his stomach, making his hands shake behind his back, something so minuscule, and yet he's having such a physical reaction.

You assess him, taking him all in, and as your lingering gaze stays on his face for a few seconds too long, he wants to die, fold himself up a million times. Just enough so you wouldn't look at him like that, just so he could ease the burning sense of vulnerability that rages underneath his skin.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Why aren't you saying anything?

He really wishes he didn't make that no-comment rule because now you're here, and you're looking at him, and you're perfect, and you're not saying anything.

You raise a finger to graze the freckle, which just rests underneath the fragile skin of his eye. His breath hitches, flinching away from your touch.

"Your beautiful, Felix." you gasp, voice filled with sincerity.

what?

 The earth tilts on its axis as he stares at you like you're the biggest dummy on the whole planet.

"Really?" his voice trembles with the weight of his vulnerability. It shouldn't be this big of a deal; one simple Google search and you'd be flooded with images of a barefaced Felix, but seeing it in person seemed more real, more raw. It's easy to be vulnerable behind a screen of faceless, screaming fans, but when it's you, it's different. No matter how much your eyes fill with admiration, his thick skull can't seem to sink it in, the weight of his insecurity blocking all contact with the truth. 

For years, he was told that his freckles were blemishes—that his skin needed to be flawless, a pristine, perfect white; Grade school, trainie camp, JYP studios, every fan-sign, photoshoot, concert, and music video. It felt like everywhere he looked, he was being judged, but getting it from you would feel like a paper cut turned bullet wound. 

"Your pretty Felix, but, b-but-" You search for the words, but they can't seem to come to you, an unfathomable emotion sinking into your soul.

"B-But, but what?" he stammers, nervously wrapping trembling fingers around your wrist to pull your hand away.

"I don't know how to describe it" you whisper, brows scrunched in such a deep concentration it makes him sink into himself, wishing you weren't looking at him so hard, like he was a puzzle you were trying to solve. Time seems to blur between the two of you; nothing else mattering, but the beating of your heart and the words you are trying to weave together in an attempt to make a metaphor viable enough to suit what you are trying to express, but you always came up short—sentences seeming superficial, inept, under your careful consideration.

You always knew he had freckles, the way they would shine underneath thick layers of foundation when the sun hit his face just right; they had always reminded you of stars, but stars felt overused, worn out.

Stars died.

Stars faded.

Stars were a million miles away.

Stars were something physical, but what he made you feel wasn't physical, it was spiritual, it touched you unto the deepest depths of your soul, only a feeling some form of art could invoke. His freckles were unique, his freckles were little promises on the skin, little angel kisses.

He was pretty like poetry, cause poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect; it was supppsed to make you feel something.

"W-What?" he whispers, eyes shining with a deep form of admiration—pure joy dancing on his features like a weight had been lifted from his chest, and he could finally breathe again.

"Did I say that out loud?" you chuckle, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, bashful about your cheesy insights. Your lips must have loosened when you searched too deep in your head, "S-Sorry," you stutter, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for making such a statement.

You're pretty like poetry, what the hell does that even mean? You turn your head to dig it into his shoulder, groaning into his skin and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you for that." He whimpers, voice crackling with emotion as his lips linger on the top of your head. You don't realize he's crying until you feel water dripping on your hair, you reel your head back surprised.

"Oh my gosh, Felix!" you cup his face to wipe his tears; it was as though a button was switched in your brain to go into full comfort mode.

"I'm so sorry if what I said hurt you, I didn't mean-" you begin, your heart crumbling into a million little pieces in your chest, knowing that the words you threw around so carelessly hurt him. He interrupts you, softly holding your wrists in his hands.

"They're happy tears, I promise." He sniffles, wiping his cheeks with the back of his arm, "T-Thats just the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" he hiccups.

"Maybe that's because everybody was too enamored with your beauty to know what to say?" He lightheartedly shoves your face away, pulling a giggle out of you. "If you don't shut up, you might just make me fall for you." You snake your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his, "and what if I want you too?" you whisper, sparks crackling between the two of you, "what if I already have?" you beam, finally pressing your lips to his.

Fiction always used to tell you that a true loves first kiss was all fireworks and electricity, but even fairy tales forgot to mention, when your lips lock for the first time it isn't just the fire that ignites your soul, no, it's the overwhelming feeling that you could be separated by raging seas, roaring oceans, stretches of time, lumps of land, you could be placed on different planets divided by spills of stars surrounding the milky way galaxy, and he would still find a way to love you. It was cheesy, yes, but it was Felix, and with Felix, everything felt like poetry, because poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect it was supposed to make you feel something.

[mellowmistt]

college - chris sturniolo (part 1)

(Imma come up with a more creative title in the next few parts lmao)

Summary: Talia goes to a college party where she meets the eyes of Chris, who very clearly gains feelings for her..

A/N: Names are all randomly chosen!! This is a new series about a budding relationship with Chris in college, it’s just gonna keep getting juicer each part so bare with me :)

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“The pink one I’m telling you Tals, it’s gonna make your tan pop and make you snatched”

“I’m attending a college party, not a 21st birthday party Soph” I reply, holding a baby pink spaghetti strap bodycon, which was about four inches shorter than all of my other dresses. My roommate Sophie, who also happens to be my bestfriend is trying to convince me to wear it tonight for our first party at college.

“Oh come on Talia I know you wanna wear it, and all the boys will thank you for it, trust” she says, pulling on her dress, which is similar to mine but in black.

I stand in the mirror for a moment, holding the dress against me before finally giving in. I still hadn’t fully unpacked yet and didn’t want to bother rummaging for another option.

“Yesss!” Sophie says, watching me as she quickly applies her makeup. “Girl you are gonna come back from this party with a boyfriend”

“No I won’t.” I reply, pulling my hair rollers out.

“We’ll see” she replies.

We enter the party house, people are everywhere and I immediately start to feel uneasy and claustrophobic. Sophie pulls me to the kitchen where she pours us some drinks. I feel eyes on us all around.

“Sophie I hate this” I say, inspecting around the room, watching the crowds emerge from all of the rooms. Loud music echoed around the building along with phone flashes, drink splashes and chatter.

“Hey come on, have a few drinks and you’ll be fine, but if you really want I’ll take you back to our dorm” Sophie says, shouting over the loud music.

I sigh and grab the cup, I will try at least to enjoy myself, or pretend I am. I didn’t want to ruin Sophie’s night, I know how excited she has been to finally be at a college party. I take another looks around my surroundings, when I lock eyes with a boy who immediately catches my attention. He is leaning against the wall next to the kitchen doorway, holding a beverage. His piercing blue eyes catch me from across the room, his brown fluffy hair sitting perfectly. It takes me a moment to realize that he is talking with a boy who looks exactly like him, but with shorter hair. His gaze is locked onto me for a moment, eyeing my dress before looking back at his twin.

Sophie hands me a shot, we clink the glasses together and down it. My face squirms at the sour taste, when I opened my eyes I saw the boy was watching me again with a grin. His brother following his eye path to me, I suddenly felt self conscious and led Sophie to the main living space where everyone was dancing.

"Lets dance!" I shout.

"That's my girl! See I told you this would be fun!" Sophie shouts back.

We sway and spin and jump for what seems like hours, downing drinks without giving it a second thought. You only live once, and I may aswell enjoy my freetime in college as much as I can before I have to study 24/7.

"That cute guy over there is totally eye-fucking you right now Tals" Sophie says with a giggle, with a hand placed on my shoulder looking over in the direction of a sofa. Sure enough, the boy who was watching me earlier was now watching me dance, laid back on the sofa with a drink in his hand with that same grin from before, his head was bopping up and down slowly to the beats of the music. He quickly glances back at his phone when he sees me notice him. I smile, he was totally hot, and maybe he was into me? I felt my cheeks burning up but I just wanted to carry on dancing, I wanted him to keep watching me.

I make my moves more sensual, swaying my hips more and moving my hands down my body with a small back arch to eccentuate my ass. I glance over my shoulder in his direction again and sure enough he was watching my movements again. I smile when his eyes meet mine, he smiled back and suddenly his eyes squinted to a hungry expression as they trailed back down my body.

"Hey Tal...I don't feel so good" Sophie slurs, stopping her movements. We were both drunk, but she had had way more than me.

"Oh god, come quick!" I say grabbing her wrist and pulling her up the stairs.

The next moring

"Hey Soph I'm going to the cafe to get us breakfast I'll be back in ten" I say pulling on some sweatpants with a babytee, my hair messily tied into a low bun. Sophie made a low hum noise to indicate that she was listening, she was still half asleep and deep in a hangover, luckily I wasn't too bad.

I joined the small queue to the cafe, and saw a familiar face approaching in the distance. After a few moments I realised it was the same boy who was watching me last night. He notices me and a slight grin appears on his face, quickly trying to suppress it as he subtly joins the queue behind me.

“How’s your friend?” He asks, his sudden words making me jump slightly, not enough for him to notice thankfully.

“She is very much still in bed, and probably will be all day.” I reply, trying to be calm and casual, ignoring the fact that him talking to me announced a nervous, fluttery feeling in my stomach. I glance over at him, in the daylight I could actually observe his beauty even further. His eyes are what drew me in first, gosh they were ethereal. Crystal blue disks, looking right back at me. My eyes trail down to his mouth as he goes to speak to me again. His pink lips curving at the corners as they attempt to smile, I could tell he was trying to keep his cool by suppressing his grin with all he could give.

“That sucks, you’re okay though?” He asks.

“Yeah, I know my limits” I say, a smile fighting its way onto my face, I could feel my cheeks start to burn up, quickly looking away from him to conceal how he is making me feel.

“You have some good moves by the way” he adds.

Oh god, I totally forgot about all that. I feel embarrassed replaying myself dancing for him.

“Thanks.” I reply sheepishly, tucking my messy hair strands behind my ear to brush it off.

“Chris!” A voice shouts from behind us, I turn and see his brother who he was with in the kitchen, but as he approached closer to us, something felt different about what I remembered about him the night before.

“Nick, yeah I know I’ll order yours with extra drizzle” the boy- wait sorry, Chris says back in a sassy tone.

“Matt still in bed?” Chris asks his brother.

“I’m right there fuck here” a voice from behind them both says, Nick turns revealing another brother, I now realise that this was the one who was with Chris at the party.

I pick up my phone to keep myself from staring. So they were triplets?

It was my turn to order.

“Two croissants, two iced coffees with extra caramel and a blueberry muffin please” I say, scanning my card.

I take my order bag and turn to leave, passing Chris and his brothers.

“You dropped this” Chris says just after passing him.

I turn, confused as he hands me a tissue, I could faintly see the outlines of black ink underneath the first layer. Very slick.

“Oh, thanks” I say with a smile before leaving the cafe. I flip the tissue as I make my way back to the dorms, and sure enough he had written his phone number on the tissue. I smile as a bubble of excitement bursts inside of me.

[invisibleraven]

dragging them out to every restaurant or store to get the free drinks or birthday benefits just gives me big Sunset Curve energy.

"I still don't see what the big deal is," Reggie grumbled as they entered the bar. "It's loud and sticky here."

"Bud we gotta get our name out there somehow," Luke replied, a wide grin on his face. "This place does live music so we gotta try!"

"Plus Bobby knows the bouncer, so be glad we got in here at all," Alex said, glancing around nervously. "You're not even supposed to be in here."

"Not my fault you guys are all spring and summer babies," Reggie replied with a shrug.

They approached the bar, Luke trying to wave down the bartender, who looked at them unimpressed. "IDs or out fellas."

"We're here to talk to Vasco about playing!" Luke shouted at him.

"I don't care if you're here to see the queen, I can lose my license if you're here under 21, so show 'rm or shove off," the man stated.

Bobby, Alex and Luke all grumbled as they pulled out their wallets. Reggie just smiled and offered the man his fake-which was pretty good, if he said so himself.

The bartender glanced over each one, stopping at Reggie's, glancing at the bassist and then back at the card. "Well, seems we've got ourselves a birthday boy. You want a drink on the house while you wait?"

"Yes please!" Bobby and Luke chorused.

"Not you," the bartender said, then gestured to Reggie. "Just him."

"Oh, I don't drink," Reggie said. "But could I get a Coke instead?"

"Sure thing buddy."

The bartender walked off and the guys crowded around Reggie. "Did you seriously have today's date as your birthday?" Bobby hissed.

"Well yeah, I didn't want to use my real birthday, otherwise I'd get them confused," Reggie replied. "But hey, not gonna complain about a free drink."

"You think we can convince other places to give us free stuff if we show them that tonight?" Luke pondered.

"Let's meet with the bar manager and try fraud later," Alex replied.

"I say we try for someplace that serves ice cream first," Bobby proposed.

'Nah man, food first, dessert later," Luke argued back.

"It's my fake birthday, I get to decide," Reggie interjected.

Alex rolled his eyes. "I swear I can't take you guys anywhere."

The bartender returned with Reggie's coke, and a man trailing him. "These are the guys that wanted to see you boss."

Vasco was a large imposing man, but he cracked a smile at them. "Lemme guess, you guys are a band?"

Luke beamed and launched into his spiel, pressing one of their demos into the man's hands. He looked it over and nodded, promising to give them a call if anything opened up, with Bobby passing over the number for his pager, plus the studio's number, since Celia had been nice enough to pay for their own line and an answering machine out there.

High on their semi-success, they whooped as they entered the humid night air, Bobby throwing an arm over Reggie's shoulders. "Okay birthday boy, where to next?"

"Pizza," Reggie said. "I heard Gino's will give you a free slice on your birthday."

"What about us?" Luke asked.

Reggie shrugged. "Pay?"

Luke scowled but then raced after them. "Next time can it be my fake birthday? I wanna see if Guitar World will give me a discount..."

[marvelmyriad]

markiplier Resident Evil: Village quotes as ask memes - PART 2:

well that was a wasted bullet, sorry

that was probably a mistake, i don't care though, whatever

this is where my adhd is really going to come in handy

all right come here you bastards, i know how to block now

oh, get stabbed

you're gonna get a face full of stab if you keep that up

i'm gonna use that the shotgun

you think i can't kill you with a knife, i can.  i'm probably going to have to

good thing he doesn't pull out his machete that would really be an advantage for him

unfortunately for him my arms are super sturdy

can i block with a gun? i can, okay. hey bud!

that's dope as hell, is there vodka in it?

i was in stealth mode, how dare you?

i want to save my gunpowder because i'm insane

maybe you should have locked it

you all right?  you need a knife to plug up that wound?

if it's just the one of you i shall stab thee, if it's two i am going to run away

oh i didn't think there were so many of you

okay watch this, you want to see something sick?  watch this watch this, watch this sickness

am i supposed to be able to shoot all these guys?  because i'm about to run out of bullets

you're gonna pay for that one in dividends

well money has value depending on who you ask otherwise it might just be rocks

okay so i something tells me i'm probably not supposed to try to kill all these dudes

hold on i gotta get more bullets

well that's good for me and bad for you

oh well good thing i killed all those dudes because otherwise they would have absolutely murdered you both, but i'm a hero

why is there chem fluid in the bathroom?

seems like you actually know how to lock things

yeah, you get far in life like that

look, i'm doing all the work here, if you want to sit in the house

there's so much blood, oh god

oh, maybe step out of the way of the gun

okay cool, just wanted to type out my life story real quick

don't mind if i look at all your things do you?  all right here i go, um ah, very interesting…

i wonder if this is all the places where there's like, secret stuff

who's talking to me?

you should put your faith in someone taller someone more uh, robust, powerful-powerful is really the word that we're all thinking of

whatever dude, you want to go outside?

uh okay sounds really convincing

that was a spell just to get the tea going

I have a gun, i ha- i have a gun, i have a gun, i got a gun

that voice sounded familiar

well uh you didn't do enough of the right thing

okay well that's fine this entire place is collapsing yeah, well, we'll be safe in here

no we're getting out of here together you and me, bestie, we're besties now, come on

yeah you know i gotta go, everything's on fire

but how about that cup of tea?

all right well i'm leaving and you can stay if you want i guess

what the hell do i do? am i stupid?

the answer is no, but also you guys probably got a wrong answer because you're stupid and said yes, so really who's this stupid one?  might be you

let's move, come on bestie, we got this.

let's go and try not to breathe in the smoke

uh oh i shouldn't have said something like that because that guarantees death

yep here's the guaranteed death

well that seemed unnecessarily dramatic.  if only you were nine feet tall, you could have reached me

i get that that one was very tragic but there was everything she could have done to prevent her doom

i feel like she would be screaming in agony from the fire burning

if only she knew about what a window was

good god i smacked my wound hand

i know i should feel like more remorseful but to be perfectly honest, that was a bit ridiculous

it's my fault for saying the magic words that gets people killed

oh hey, old bag of rats

all right man that was a toughie

nothing but blood and death

apparently i'm just i'm a badass

that wasn't cold at all, i'm fine

just taking a little soak, cleaning myself off, i want to be respectable and presentable

hey what's up? oh didn't think anyone was left, you must be pretty tough, huh?

you're not local, even better

oh i'm sorry, the metal spike in my chest is a little whine-inducing

i'm used to this, i run for my life like, a lot

oh wow this is just cruel

hey thanks for the money and the ammo

you didn't even take my gun, you amateur

do they not have cameras here? probably not, they only got an extremely intricate system of spinning blades why would they have cameras anyway?

extra baggage, okay, emotional or otherwise

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

all right, i got a dope ass gun

yeah, i'm sure that was nothing

oh, i'm just gonna let you do that apparently

how many horrific stab wounds have i sustained?

ow, that's my wound hand

this is not a sexual thing, it's about power right?

[korn-dogz]

If I may request a enemies to lovers fred x gender neutral reader (fluff cuz my ace ass can't handle smut)

Of course!!! Enemies to lovers sounds good when it’s with Fred

Summary: you’ve always hated Fred but something he did to help you changed your opinion on him forever

WARNINGS: alcohol, random dude trying to hit on you, protective Fred 

You’ve always hated Fred, his cocky demeanour, his confidence. You never knew why you agreed to be a limp bizkit roadie, I guess cause it payed good enough to pay the rent. You didn’t mind the rest of the band, you mostly got along with Sam, you have smoke sessions with the guy and he’s pretty chill. Fred and you never got along though, he always tried to bother you but you ignored him, honestly you wanted nothing to do with him, everyday he would annoy you, pulling “pranks” on you, the time they did a colab with Korn, fred got Korns assistant manager which they called “carebear” to pour silly string on you, they (along with the guys in Korn) laughed their asses off the entire night. I guess it was one sided hate, he liked teasing you and you hated him for it. You tried to keep a good relationship with everyone who works for the band, but keeping a good relationship with Fred was hard

After their biggest tour that they’ve had, Fred wanted everyone to go out and celebrate, you were more then over with their shenanigans but your friends convinced you to go to the celebration “party” the party was actually just going to a bar. You were the one that had to drive the bus because the bus driver was drunk, you had no idea how to drive a bus but… it couldn’t be that different then a car right? Wrong. You were surprised no one died on the way to the bar, you’ve only driven a car, but a bus was way more difficult. You finally arrived at the bar and Fred couldn’t have looked happier, his big dumb face “alright! Finally we made it, without a single scratch from a certain someone driving our tour bus” he laughed as he put his hand on your shoulder, you shoved his hand off and followed the others as you all walked into the bar. The bar wasn’t too crowded but that changed once all of you walked in, fred and the band headed for the bartender and placed an order for a drink, you had nothing else better to do so you went up and asked the bartender for bud light. Everything was going smoothly, you were just drinking your beer when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around expecting to be one of your friends, or fred if you got unlucky, but instead you saw a tall man, his beard was poorly shaved and his clothes were baggy, he was obviously drunk “hey there, l-let me buy you a-a drink” he slurred his words as he sat down beside you “oh um, I’m okay, but thank you" you tried to politely decline him but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give up that easly

“Cmon… give a guy like me a chance" he started to touch your back, you quickly got uncomfortable “I’m good, I just had a beer you know…” you didn’t know what to say to him to make him go away, you got off the stool to try and give him more of a hint, but he got off right with you “cmon, we can cut the crap and just l-let me take you home" he got extremely close and his hand reached down to your ass “please don’t don’t that….” You moved his hand away from your ass as you looked away from his gaze “I-I’m not taking no f-for an answer” he smirked and tightly grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you away from the crowd “let go of me!” You tried to scratch at his hand but he used his other hand to grab your hand. when you see someone cut in the middle of you, you open your eyes to see a red backwards red baseball cap standing in front of you, it could’ve only been the one and only Fred durst himself, you were surprised to see him and confused “dude they said no! Now back off” fred wasn’t at all drunk, he just genuinely wanted to help you “and w-what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The tall man had confidence, confidence that Fred quickly shut down by punching him in the face

You were shocked as the guy fell back from Fred’s punch, you just stood there not knowing what to do when the tall man rebounded “why you little-!” He got cut off by the manger coming out and breaking up the fight, just then you realized how many people were staring at you and Fred, it didn’t really matter when Fred turned to you “are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Fred looked at you with genuine worry in his eyes “uh- no but he did hurt my wrist a little” you held up your wrist, it was red from the man trying to pull you away, he grabs your wrist gently and brushes his thumb over the red area “we should go back into the bus” you agree and you both walk out, you noticed he’s still holding your hand but you didn’t bother to correct him. He bring your back to the bus and seats you down on a couch thing, he sits right beside you “tell me what happened- only if you want to” you’ve never seen him this considerate before "I was just drinking my beer and this guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink, I said I was ok but he kept on pushing me, then he grabbed me" you looked down into your lap, fred was still listening and being patient “if you hadn’t stepped in, I’m afraid he might’ve done something bad to me” you felt grateful that he was there; which you didn’t think was possible “thank you Fred” you look up and catch his gaze, you relax your body and put your head on his shoulders, although you couldn’t see it, he had a surprised look on his face, he always knew that you kind of hated him, and now you’re here leaning on his shoulder

He accepted the warm feeling and put his head on top of yours. You two sat in comfortable silence until you heard a bunch of people get into the bus, you perked your head up and looked over to see Wes coming towards the both of you “Y/N! Are you ok?” You nodded you head missing the gentle touch of Fred, you heard one of the mangers yell “is anyone sober enough to drive?” Everyone stayed silent “I’ll drive” you groan, and get up from where you were sitting, you sit on the drivers seat “here we go again” you whisper to yourself as you turn on the engine. After a long day you finally arrive back at your house, your crash on your bed and quickly fall asleep but your mind kept on reminiscing on the interaction that you and Fred had 

You woke up the next morning with memory’s of last night, you pondered it for a while before deciding to get out of bed to gets something to eat, you walk downstairs and feel your flip phone buzz in your pocket, you take it out and find a message from “annoying guy" you start to wonder why you had him in your contacts before you realized it was Fred, you let out a small "oh" before you open his message

Annoying guy: hey Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house, I got the new version of street fighter we can play!

You decided to change his contact name to "Fred" before he finds out

You: sure, when do you want me to be over?

Fred: in 10 minutes, i thought maybe we could have breakfast together before we play

You:that sounds nice, I’ll be there in 10

Fred: okay! Cant wait

You put your flip phone down as you start to wonder why he would want you to come over, he never invited you before, was it to talk about what happened last night? You didn’t know, but with an empty stomach, you got out of your pyjamas and started to head over to Fred’s house. When you arrived you knocked on the door, after a couple seconds a guy with bleached blond ish hair opened the door, he had on a men’s tank top and some Jorts 

“Hey! Come in" his chuckle has mesmerizing, it’s almost like you walked right into his arms “I cooked us some omelet’s, I hope you don’t mind” he lead you over to his kitchen and handelt you a warm plate that had a fresh omelet slapped on top “this looks good thanks Fred” you didn’t know how to express your happiness to Fred, after you spent months hating him “of course! I wanted to ask you something” the dread took over you as you both sat down at his table “go ahead” you start to pick at your food, nervous about what he was gonna say next “um so, last night, you showed me affection that I’ve never had from you, it wasn’t like any other affection that my partners have given me- well it was but- what I’m trying to say is that even the most simplest act of kindness you gave me, made my heart flutter, and I want to spend the rest my life with someone who makes me feel that way" you paused at picking at your food and looked at him, you could see he was nervous waiting for your response “you know Fred, I’ve spent months hating you, but all that changed last night, I felt like someone had opened my eyes to the person you really were" you took a deep breath and continued on “and, I really like you Fred, you saved me from some perv, and I will be forever grateful that you did” you’d never thought you’d tell him that, but I guess the universe had its own plans “really? You.. like me?” He was stunned that you said that to him “yes I do, now shut up before I take it back” he chuckles as you two finish your omelets “let’s head over to the couch, so we can play the game” you forgot that was the whole reason of you visit, but you happily sat down and waited for him. He loaded up the game and sat down beside you giving you a controller, you lay your head on him as the familiar feeling of his warm touch came over you, he put his head on your head but not without kissing the top of your head first, you giggled as you two played the game

[popchoc]

Maya & Carina - 🏕️ 🤕🌷 please

Maya & Carina, ⛺️ 🌷 🤕

Maya is strong. Strong enough to carry someone for quite some distance. But she's also realistic. She knows that carrying Carina would slow her down, a lot, and that they'd never make it back before nightfall. They'd might get halfway, but that would be anything but an advantage.

Their last hour of daylight is way too precious.

"You can make it though," Carina suggests, while biting through the pain. She leans forward to re-adjust the improvised brace around her ankle, careful to avoid the broken bone. They lost a lot of time after her fall, needing to take care of her injury first, but Carina is convinced that Maya can still finish the last part of the trek, especially if she'd take a run for it. "You can reach the parking lot before dark and get help. Or maybe your phone picks up a signal before that?"

Maya shakes her head. "No way," she tells her, a serious and determined look on her face. "I'm not leaving you here. Never."

"But Maya—"

"Carina, no! If we split up and something happens to me as well, we don't stand a chance. Besides, we don't need that risk. We can make it through the night, and then take our time first thing in the morning." Maya takes Carina's hand in her own, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "We'll be okay. Alright?"

Carina just nods. She knows Maya feels responsible. Even guilty maybe. She took Carina out here. Persuaded her it would be a great hike, now that winter was finally over, making the Washington woods accessible again. Accessible and beautiful, with spring breaking through in every possible way.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Maya jumps up.

"We need shelter first. I'll try to build us some kind of tent," she says, already scanning her surroundings. "I can make a fire, too. I think we've got some water left, and we can do one night without food."

"Look at you," Carina grins through gritted teeth, as another wave of pain hits her, "Watching that Bull guy all the time finally pays off."

Not understanding, Maya furrows her brow, but then a sudden snort escapes her - despite their unfortunate situation.

"You mean Bear," she chuckles, remembering the moment when Carina finally agreed to watch the show with her, only to take off in disgust within a few minutes, when Bear Grylls was about to drink his own pee. "And like him or not, but he does know survival. I'm sure you'll send him a thank you note as soon as we're out of here!"

By now, Maya has wandered off a little, still searching around for anything useful. Spring might indeed come with some lovely flowers, but it also means a surplus of buds and fresh, young and most of all tiny leaves. Now why couldn't they have been stranded on some tropical beach, surrounded by giant palm trees?

"This isn't gonna work, is it?" Carina asks, her already existing worry fueled by the now thoughtful expression on Maya's face. Maya turns back to her, alarmed by the tone in Carina's voice.

"Of course it is!" She isn't sure who she's trying to reassure the most, but she has to believe that things will work out. That she can do this. "I- I'm not completely sure how yet. But I'll figure it out. I promise," she goes on, quickly speeding back to her wife. "Hey, look at me. I promise, okay? I know I've been… absent. But I'm here now. And I'm getting us through this. I'll get you through this night."

When she takes Carina in her arms, cautious so she doesn't hurt her even more, Carina looks up at her.

"By building us a roof out of daisies?"

"If I have to," Maya quietly nods, before pressing a kiss to her temple. "I mean, how many would it really take? A thousand? Two maybe?!"

Carina narrows her eyes. "And if that doesn't work?"

"Then I'll cover you," Maya shrugs. "I know it's not much, compared to a roof of daisies, or a bed of roses, or a freaking sheet of tulips, but if it's enough for you—"

"It is," Carina cuts her off. "See, this Bear of yours might be the expert here, and he might very well be right about needing shelter first. But he doesn't have what I have."

Now Maya is the one to frown. "Which is?"

"You, silly!" Carina laughs. "I've got you. And you, my love, are - and will always be - more than enough."

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Mix & Match Writing Prompts 

[jazzystudios82]

His Lovely Rose - Chapter 14: Goku's Plea

Previous. . . . Next Chapter. . . .

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Location: Planet Earth. . . .

Goku watered his vegetable garden with a smile on his face. 'Alright, grow big and strong you guys.' he thought to himself. They needed to so that he could make money for his family, and so that Chi-Chi could relax a little. 

'If I have a little extra money from the market, maybe I can get her gift!' Goku thought. 'Hmm, but what? A book? I could buy one, but I'm not sure what kind of things Chi-Chi likes to read. I guess I can ask Bulma. Or maybe I can-' "-dad? Hey Dad!" a voice shouted. 

Goku looked behind himself to see that it was none other than Goten.

"Oh hey! What's up buddy?"

"Gohan and Mr. Satan called. Apparently there's some kind of an emergency with Mom and Pan." he said, referring to Gohan and Videl's new baby daughter.

"Oh yeah, little Pan was born recently, right? I should get her a gift too." Goku said, muttering the last part to himself. "Huh? What are you talking about? What gifts?" Goten asked. "Oh it's nothing, bud. So what's going on with your mom and Pan?" Goku asked, putting down his watering can. 

"Gohan said that she won't let him or Mr. Satan near Pan because she said they're being 'too rough with her'. Or something like that." Goten explained. 

"Oh really?" Goku said. "Yup! And he's asked me to come bring you to their house to reason with Mom." Goten added. Goku sighed and said, "Alright I'll try, but I can't promise that I'll be of much help." "It's worth a shot, regardless." Goten said as the two of them ascended to the sky and flew to Gohan and Videl's house. It didn't take long for the two to arrive at their rather big house. 

"It still amazes me that their house is this big." Goku said as he and Goten felt around for Gohan's aura. "I know right? I got lost in there trying to find the bathroom once!" Goten said as they flew to a nearby window. Goten then peeked inside to see his older brother with Mr Satan, who seemed to be listening in on a conversation through a brown wooden door.

"There they are Dad." Goten said as he gently knocked on the window. 

"I brought Dad!" he announced as Goku decided to peak as well. Gohan walked towards the window and opened it for his family, allowing them to enter. As soon as Goku and Goten entered, the older Saiyan was quick to notice his friends Bulma and Krillin were there as well. "Oh hey guys! I guess you're here for the same reason?" Goku asked. 

"Yeah, unfortunately." Bulma said while Krillin nodded. "And just before my hair appointment as well!" "Huh? What's wrong with your hair?" Goku asked. "It looks the same as always." "No it doesn't!" Bulma nearly yelled. "I got it touched up awhile ago! Didn't you notice?!" 

Goku looked over Bulma's appearance to see any changes. He didn't see anything new with her hair. All he noticed was her new outfit that consisted of a simple white short-sleeved shirt, a red handkerchief around her neck, light skinny blue jeans, and tan cowboy-styled boots. 

"Nope. Your hair looks the same to me, Bulma!" he said. "Aw come on! It's obviously different!" "Guys! I think we're focusing on the wrong thing here!" Gohan interrupted. "Oh right, sorry buddy!So, where is she anyway? Chi-Chi I mean." Goku asked. 

"Mom locked herself, Pan, and Videl away in that room." Gohan revealed, pointing to the door Mr. Satan was still at. "WHAT?!" everyone exclaimed. "Yeah, she said, 'I can't leave Pan alone with you two!', and just locked the door." Gohan told them. "It's little bit my fault." Mr. Satan said, joining the conversation as he gave up. "I went a bit too far." He then walked up to Goku and pleaded, "Please! You gotta convince her to come out!" 

"Sorry, Mr. Satan. Like I told Goten, I don't think I'll be much help." Goku said apologetic. "Especially if Chi-Chi's this worked up. Maybe we can try someone else?" "How about you Krillin?" Gohan asked. "Sorry kid, I'm not very good at hostage situations." Krillin said. Gohan looked at the short man, confused. "I really wouldn't call it a 'hostage situation', but-"

"Oh sorry! It's just a cop joke." 

"Cop joke? Oh! Does that mean you passed the police exam?" 

"Yep! And-" 

"Hey guys?" Bulma interrupted. "How about I go talk to her? She'll probably listen to me." Gohan and Mr. Satan walked up to Bulma and said, "Thank you, Bulma!"

"Of course. But in exchange, Krillin has to let me off the hook for speeding." Bulma told them. "No." Krillin said.

"Hey! I'm handling a situation that the police can't! It's the least you can-" Goku stopped paying attention to the conversation. Maybe he should try to help? Just in case Bulma was unsuccessful. But what would he say? What should he say? He needed advice on this. 

"Hey guys, what do you. . .wait, where's Bulma?" Goku asked, noticing that the blue haired woman was gone. "Mom let her in." Goten answered. "Oh. Well that was easy." Goku muttered. 

The boys waited for the door to open and for Chi-Chi to apologize. But so far? Nothing. Just what were they talking about?

". . ." 

"I'm gonna peep." Goku said as he walked towards the door. "Wha-Dad?! You can't just-" "SHH!" Goku harshly whispered. He placed his ear against the wooden door to listen in on the conversation. If Mr. Satan could do it, then why couldn't he? The Saiyan then honed his ears on what the women were saying. 

“-when it comes down to it, I guess I just want her to have all the options and grow up to be whatever she wants.” Goku heard Videl say. “That sounds pretty good to me. Chichi, I think your granddaughter is going to be just fine. Think of everything Gohan did as a boy, and now he’s a scholar. Even Goku’s got a regular job, so it’ll work out.” Bulma said. “When you marry a Saiyan, you have to let life unfold in a little different way. Take my husband for instance, he’s across the universe training with that Whis guy, and I haven’t seen him for six whole months. 

"!" This shocked Goku. So much so that he immediately decided to get into the room. Not thinking or caring about the consequences of his actions. 

“VEGETA’S DOING WHAT?!” Goku shouted as he busted through the wall and into the room, startling the women and leaving a Goku-shaped hole in the wall. He ran towards Bulma and asked, “What do you mean he’s off training with Whis?! How did that happen, and why didn’t anyone tell me, Bulma?”

“I don’t know, because you never asked? And it’s not a big deal, Whis is just helping him reach a new level like you did!” Bulma answered, not looking him in the eyes. “He’s been out training this whole time, and I’ve been out farming?!” he exclaimed.

"GOKU!!" "DAD!!" Chi-Chi and Gohan shouted, one in frustration and the other in shock. The older Saiyan nervously turned his head around to see his wife and eldest son giving him two completely different expressions.

"What were you thinking?! Pan's in here!"

"Mom's right, Dad! She could have gotten hurt!"

"S-Sorry guys!" Goku apologized. "If you're sorry, then go fix the wall! Now!" Chi-Chi told him. "Y-Yes!" Goku said as he went to go find a tool box. He returned with one that he found in the supply closet and immediately began fixing the wall he partially destroyed.

“Wow, this is nuts. I seriously can’t believe that Whis is Beerus’ teacher. Does that mean he also taught Brier on how to use magic? You know, since she was able to do those spells at the party?” Krillin asked as he and the others took a seat in the library. “No, apparently her father taught her all that.” Bulma answered.

“Huh? Lady Brier has a father?” Gohan asked. Well now that he thought of it, even if Brier is an immortal goddess, she obviously had to come from somewhere, so that was kind of a dumb question. Of course she had a father. 

“Do you know who her father is? Is he a destroyer god like Lord Beerus?” Videl asked, curious. “No, I don’t. I think Whis said some other stuff about him, but I wasn’t really paying attention. The only thing I remember was Whis saying that Brier’s father is a 'lord' or something, so he has to be someone important.” Bulma answered honestly.

"Either way, he really didn't look like he could be Beerus' teacher. So it's kind of shocking." Videl said.

"A skilled hawk hides its talons. That's the way of a martial artist." Mr. Satan said, with Krillin looking not to convinced. 

“Anyway, what’s the plan, Bulma? You’re friends with Whis and Brier, so when’s the next time that they’ll visit? I gotta make sure that I talk to them the next time they’re here so I can convince Whis to train me too, and to get Brier to agree to it.” Goku said, now finished with fixing the wall.

“Well, they were here pretty recently, so I think it’ll be a while. And based on their usual pattern, I’d say it’d be about a month before they visit again, or maybe two.” “Are you kidding me?! I can’t wait that long! Isn’t there some way that you can call them to get them both to come faster?” 

“Stop it, Goku! You’re acting like a crazy person! Busting through walls at your son’s house while your granddaughter is sleeping the minute someone mentions training? No, I won’t allow it.” Chi-Chi scolded, her tone similar to that of someone talking to a disobedient child. Goku gave her a pleading look, which she tried to ignore. “Ugh, why am I even trying? You’re hopeless!” she said, practically giving in.

“Goku, wait. If Vegeta is in Beerus' world, then why don’t you try to search for his energy? If you can sense his power, then you can use Instant Transmission!” Krillin whispered. “Oh yeah, I didn’t think of that.” Goku said. Goku attempted to focus on sensing his rival’s energy, but he failed. “It’s not working. I think he’s too far away.” he said as he sat down. “I guess all I can do now is wait.” 

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For the past month or two, Goku had been showing up at Bulma’s home at the most inconvenient times, annoying her.

He showed up when she was at work, almost getting her into an accident. He showed up during her shopping trips, almost causing her to leave with an unpaid sweater. He even showed up after she showered once! And that caused Bulma to punch him in the face in anger.  

Then one day, after returning home from his vegetable business, Bulma gave Goku a phone. "Here! Take this!" she told him as she placed a dark blue phone in his hand. "I'll call you when Whis and Brier are here, ok? And you better be grateful that I went out and bought this for you!" 

"You have to call, 'kay?" Goku said. "I know!" Bulma exclaimed. 

"Goku? What's going on?" 

The two turned their heads to the left to see Chi-Chi with a white apron around her waist. "Why's Bulma giving you a phone?" she asked. "Oh, uh. . .you see-" "It's for Pan!" Goku exclaimed, doing his best not to look nervous. "Bulma wants to have a party for her to surprise Gohan and Videl! She gave me this phone so that I can help her prepare." Goku then watched his wife's face to see if she bought it. 

". . ." 

". . .Really?! You're actually trying to be a good grandfather, Goku?" Chi-Chi asked with a happy look on her face. "Y-Yeah. . ." Goku said, now feeling guilty for lying. Maybe he should plan a party for Pan. After he gets Whis to agree to train him of course. "Oh I'm so happy!" Chi-Chi said as she walked back to where she came from, probably going to tell Goten the good news. 

"Hey, why haven't you told her about the training?" Bulma whispered. "C'mon, you know how Chi-Chi is sometimes. Look, when she's in a good mood, I'll tell her about it, ok?" Goku promised. "You better." Just as Bulma was about to leave, Goku placed a hand on her shoulder. 

"By the way Bulma, do you still have the number of that lady that made that custom teddy bear for Trunks when he was a baby?" Goku asked. "I think so. Why?" Bulma questioned. "No reason, really. Just thought about giving Pan a little gift or something." Goku answered. 

"Aww! That's sweet." 

"I guess." 

After getting used to the unfamiliar technology, Goku learned to set up Bulma's contact info so that she could notify him (with Goten's help). In fact, the next day, instead of farming, Goku stared at the dark blue phone in his hands, impatiently waiting for her to call.

'Dammit, still no call. Is it broken?’ he wondered. Suddenly, the phone began to ring, and the icon for the caller had Bulma’s face. He immediately answered. “Hello? Bulma?" "Yeah, it's me, Goku. Look, Whis is here and-" "Really, he’s here? Yeah, I’ll be there!” Goku said, and ended the call before Bulma could finish her sentence.

“Finally!” The dark haired Saiyan grabbed his training gear out of his orange tractor, and quickly changed out of his farming attire and into his orange and blue gi. As soon as he was finished, Goku flew into the air towards Bulma’s house, unaware that someone had been secretly watching him, and vanished suddenly.

Goku flew over Bulma’s home and found his friend with the familiar angel. “HEY WHIS! WHIS!” Goku shouted, trying to get the angel’s attention as soon as he spotted him, which he accomplished. As soon as Goku landed on the ground, he quickly ran up to the angel. “Hi there!”

“Greetings, Goku. What a surprise. Long time no see.” Whis said. “I heard that. . .Hey wait, where’s Brier? Bulma said that she would come and visit with you, but I don’t see her anywhere.” Goku said, looking for the elf-eared woman

“Lady Brier is at home. She stayed behind in case Lord Beerus woke up from his nap and due to his history with Vegeta, she didn’t want chaos to ensue if the two were alone together.” Whis said. ‘Oh. I guess that makes sense.’ Goku thought. “Anyway, like I was saying, I heard that Vegeta’s been training in your world, is that true?” “Yes, that’s correct.” Whis confirmed. “The Saiyan Prince introduced me to an unbelievably delicious cuisine, so I practically had no choice.”

“Ok, while you’re at it, do you mind training me too? I want to become as strong as Lord Beerus! That's all I’ve been thinking about! I beg you, please train me. I’ll do whatever it takes.” Goku pleaded. “I don’t see why not.” Whis said to him.

“Wow! You mean it?!”

“Of course. I’ve been thinking that this was the right time to do it, anyway.”

“So this isn’t a joke, you’ll train me? But what about Lady Brier? Will she mind something like this?” Goku asked. What if she was like Chi-Chi or Bulma? “My lady doesn’t really care for this stuff, so she won’t mind.” Whis answered. “You’ll just have to be mindful of her-” “Alright, let’s go! I don’t want to waste another second!” Goku exclaimed. “I’m sorry, Goku, but I’m afraid that’ll have to wait.” Whis said. “?”

“You don’t expect me to cancel my lunch plans with Bulma, do you? That is the reason I came here after all.” the angel explained. “Oh yeah, sorry! I got excited. You two go ahead and have a nice meal! I’ll wait right here until you get back.” Goku said, slightly embarrassed. ‘I can’t believe that this is happening! I get to train in his world!’ Goku thought, trying to contain his excitement. 

He then followed the two inside of Capsule Corp, wanting to know just when they finished their meal. Whis and Bulma sat in their chairs on a balcony, watching as a chef placed different sorts of food in front of them. “If I understand you correctly, you just put the meat in the water and cook it yourself?” Whis questioned. Bulma nodded, letting him know he was correct. “Oh my, I can't wait to hear it sizzle-” “Are you guys done yet?” The angel looked to his right to see Goku by his side.

“Uh. . .No, Goku. We haven’t started yet.” Whis told him. “Oh right. Sorry, just take your time.” Goku apologized, and stepped back. ‘He’s quite the impatient one.’  Whis thought. 

“Anyway, back to the fun.” Whis used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of raw meat and was about to put it in the hot water, when Goku appeared again. “So now are you done?” “No, as I said, we haven’t started.” Whis told him.

“Right, sorry. You know, if you want to save time, you can eat it raw.” Bulma watched as her friend was trying to get Whis to hurry up, and she became embarrassed at his antics. Ignoring Goku, Whis put the piece of meat in the water, and watched as it changed color.

“Are you done yet?” the Saiyan asked once more. “Goku, please! If you continue with these interruptions, I won’t actually have a chance to eat and you’ll have to wait even longer!!” Whis told him, almost losing his temper. 

“I’m sorry, but I just want to start! Can’t you just get it to go?” Goku questioned. “Goku, he offered to help, and all you’re doing now is pestering him. Be careful, or he might decide not to train you after all!” Bulma warned. Goku looked from Bulma to Whis, and finally noticed the irritated look on his face. “S-Sorry! Just take your time!” Goku said as he moved away. "I'll just be waiting over here!" he said as he sat down in a nearby chair. 

"How annoying." Goku heard Whis mumble. 'Harsh. . .' Goku thought as he began to twiddle his thumbs and wait for them to finish eating. It was something that he did when he was bored and had nothing to do. Like when he went shopping for clothes with Chi-Chi. 

A couple minutes fly by, and they were done. "The meal was delicious as always, Bulma! I'll be sure to bring Lady Brier and Kero next time!" Whis told her. 'Kero? Who's that?' Goku wondered as he got out of his chair. Bulma seemed to think so as well. 

"Kero? Oh, wait! Isn't he that co-worker of yours or something?" Bulma asked. "I think I remember you mentioning him once." "Indeed. He's a big fan of meat, so I'm sure that he'll-" Whis didn't get to finish since Goku appeared before him.

"Ok! So Whis-" said angel then grabbed a hold of his staff and used it to hit the top of Goku's head. "OW! What was that for?" Goku asked, rubbing the area that was hit. "Goku, your impatience is a problem." Whis told him. "I was considering to forgo training this time." 

"WHAT!? You can't do that!! You said that you'd take me!" Goku exclaimed. "Yes, I know. But-" “NOBODY MOVE!!” someone, a woman, shouted.

Everyone looked up to see an infuriated Chi-Chi being carried in the air by Gohan, who was being closely followed by Goten. “It’s Chi-Chi! Oh crap!” Goku exclaimed, and immediately ran when Gohan placed her on the floor of Bulma’s balcony. 

“GOKU!!” she yelled as she ran after him. “Sorry dad, I had to tell her. . .for my own safety.” Gohan mumbled, apologetic. “What is this about training?! You know how I feel about that, mister! You can’t go!” Chi-Chi shouted at Goku, who was hiding behind Bulma for safety. “Tell him Bulma, he’s too busy being a grandpa!” 

“Look Chi-Chi, it’s not a big deal! It’s just a little training! I'll only be gone for a-” 

“Do you expect me to believe that?! I wasn’t born yesterday, you always tell me that, but I’m not falling for it this time!”

“C’mon mom, it’s ok. Why don’t you let him go? It’s got to be important if dad wants it this bad.” Goten said. "Not now, Goten! Mom and Dad are talking!" Chi-Chi yelled, not looking at her youngest son. "Ok."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Gohan stepped in and tried to calm his mother down. “Look mom, I think that we should let him go too. We saw how strong Beerus is and how close he was to destroying the earth, and we couldn’t do anything to stop him! If there’s trouble, I’ll always try to help, but he’s our best shot at keeping us safe! And if he gets stronger, then that’s better for all of us!” Gohan said, hoping to convince her. 

"!" Chi-Chi began to soften just a little bit. She hated it when Gohan was right. "I. . ."

"This looks like it'll take awhile, and I have chores to do." Whis mumbled to himself. He looked at Bulma and said, “Bulma, I’m afraid that I have to go. Thank you for the meal as always.” “Huh? You’re leaving now?” Bulma asked “Afraid so. Oh! Before I forget, you should have this.” Whis said. He then gave Bulma a small, shiny, rounded red stone with a black pentagram star and snake etched into it. “What is this?” Bulma asked him.

“It’s a Communication Stone. It’s imbued with magic that allows mortals to call upon deities. Lady Brier thought it would be a good idea for you to have one to call us for emergencies. To activate it, just say ‘I summon thee, Brier of the Plantae’ and that will get her attention.” Whis replied.

“Oh, ok.” Bulma said. “And remember Bulma, you can only use it for emergencies. Understand?” Whis asked, wanting to make sure that she understood. The blue haired woman nodded her head and said, “Ok, I promise to only use it for emergencies.” “Very well then, I’ll be on my way then. Farewell.

Upon hearing this, Goku immediately ran from his wife and straight towards Whis, who was just about to leave. “Look Chi-Chi, I’m sorry! I need to train and get stronger, this is too important to pass up! I promise that I'll make it up to you! Bye!” Goku shouted to his wife. He lept towards Whis and hugged him tightly around the waist, at the same moment when a golden glow engulfed the angel and transported him off of Earth.

"GOKU!!" Chi-Chi shouted up at the sky. Her shoulders slumped down a little, causing Gohan and Goten to worry. "Mom, are you ok?" they both asked. "I really thought he'd change this time. . .oh well, that's your father for you." she said. "You're not mad?" Gohan questioned. Was this a trick of some sort? 

"I am. A little. But I can see that he's been making progress. It's slow, but it's a start." Chi-Chi answered. "Huh? What progress?" "Like when he. . .oh, I see. Don't think you're going to make me spill the beans, mister!" Chi-Chi told him with a smile. "?" The dark haired woman then walked up to Bulma and asked, "So, when's the surprise party?" "Oh. . .well, Goku and I haven't picked out a date yet." Bulma told her. 

"Will there be another bingo tournament?" 

"Of course! There won't be any Dragon Balls, but I'll prepare some amazing prizes!" 

"Oh! I always dreamed of dressing a girl in cute clothes! I used to do it with Gohan when he was a baby, but it's not the same!" 

"Wait, you did what?" 

.

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Location: Outer Space. . . .

“That was a rash move. Are you sure you want to leave like that? I would hate to be called a homewrecker.” Whis said jokingly. “Chi-Chi may get mad, but she understands me more than anybody.” Goku said reassuringly.

All Whis did was simply nod and continue with transporting the two of them to Beerus’ world. 

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[gendervapor14]

OP Rarepair Month 2023: Week One ~ Only One Bed

hey hey!! taking a crack at OP Rarepair Month 2023 for my first writing event!! starting off strong for week one with one of my favorites ships AND tropes.

title: how to bed your captain rating: T content warnings: none relationship: bell-mère/donquixote "corazon" rosinante additional tags: fluff, humor, pining, sharing a bed, canon universe, but in terms of canon compliant i'd say it's just slightly to the left, marine rosinante, marine bell-mère, light angst, because this is me we're talking about, romance

sample below!! :D

From what Rosinante observed in his many years with the navy, there were two kinds of people. Those who took charge, and those who followed. There was just some sort of natural aura a person had, some sort of drive to lead, or to obey. Try as he might, Rosinante usually fell towards the latter, despite all those inspiring speeches he had attempted to gulp down with questionable success.

There was nothing wrong with being a follower. A leader was nothing without people to support them, after all. Although sometimes, like right now, Rosinante wondered whether he should’ve taken some of those tiresome lectures closer to heart.

“So, so, lemme get this straight…” His captain leaned over the counter of this cozy, family-run inn, probably giving that poor old man the shock of his life from the way she was toying with the top button of her blouse. “You only have four rooms available. You can’t…bump that up to five, by any chance?”

“I-I’m so sorry, miss, but if you want us to board all eight officers, the most we can allow is two people per room. They’re not very large rooms either, usually we only offer one person to stay at a time…”

“Right, but we’re only staying one night. And we’re all coworkers. All, one big happy family.” She patted the chipped countertop, “You stand for family values here, right?”

“Captain.” Rosinante felt the urge to intervene quietly when the frightened older gentleman looked his way for a rescue. “Let’s just, cut our losses and look elsewhere.” He suggested mildly.

And then she straightened up. Faced him square on. Rosinante raised his chin because if he was going to go undercover in the upcoming years, he needed to learn to stand up for himself sometimes, or something along those lines. Maybe challenging his own captain wasn’t a great start at that philosophy.

“Well, what do you suggest, Lieutenant?” She flexed that title on him as his eyes wandered away with annoyance. “That big grand imaginary inn over the hill?”

“Weather’s not that bad.” He shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “We could just camp outside for the night.”

“It’s almost freezing.”

“Yeah, exactly. Almost.” When he glanced down at her, Bell-mère looked less than impressed. “Could be worse.”

With a wiry sigh, the old man behind the counter rubbed at his balding head. “I suppose if your officers are okay with it, they could arrange themselves within three rooms and…you could stay in the fourth?”

Bell-mère had a beautiful grin. She used it well to convince the man this could’ve been one of the best ideas of his life. “That sounds like a perfect plan, sir. Thank you for being so accommodating.”

A nervous little chuckle, “Of, of course, Captain. Just be sure you get the room key for, whichever room you decide to borrow.”

“Sure thing.” Bell-mère cast him a half-assed salute before she departed towards the stairs. Rosinante belatedly trudged after her. “What’s the matter, bud?” The captain eyed over her shoulder, “Look, if you’d rather go out there and sleep in frozen dirt, be my guest.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He disregarded, head down as she made her grand selection of which officers were getting the boot. “Just feel bad about giving that guy a hard time.” 

“Please. I’m sure he’s dealt with shittier customers.”

“Well, that doesn’t really give us an excuse to be difficult.”

For the second time that night, Bell-mère fixed him with a tough stare. With the way that cigarette was perched between her teeth, and the stern glare in her eye, he often wondered what kinds of hell she saw before they were assigned to work together.

“Sometimes, life forces your hand. And you don’t have the luxury to be nice.”

“I get that.” He said lowly, both to preserve the privacy of this little talk, and to remain mindful of any nearby, sleeping clients. “But this…I dunno, didn’t seem like one of those moments to me. But maybe I’m wrong. What do I know, right?”

A tired sigh. She turned away, tugging on the root of her ponytail. “We’ll have this talk another day. I’ll toughen you up yet. Let’s just get some sleep, I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Yeah, agreed.” He nodded along as Bell-mère pushed forth, kicking out two of their once-comfortable officers into different rooms. She stepped into the bedroom afterwards, arms folded as she took in the sights of the place, while Rosinante had to bow his head to pass the threshold of the door.

“Guess he wasn’t kidding when he said the rooms were tight, huh?” She smothered her cigarette out on the corner of the dresser.

“Yeah…” The lieutenant noted quietly, staring at the scarce amenities available. A queen-sized bed. A wooden dresser. Burgundy curtains over the windows.

“Well.” Bell-mère shrugged and let her justice coat glide from her shoulders into her arms. “It’s better than camping out for the night, so, whatever. Let’s just be thankful for what we’ve got.”

“Right.” Who would’ve thought he’d be so spoiled to the barracks at HQ? “I’ll uh, I’ll sleep on the floor, I guess.”

Bell-mère crossed the room, draping her coat over the wardrobe as she kicked a boot up to the polished edge and began to untie her laces. “Yeah, no. I don’t feel like listening to you bitch about a sore back all day tomorrow.”

“I won’t complain.” He raised his hands in defeat, “You’re the captain, you get the bed.”

“I’m not letting my lieutenant sleep on the floor.” Bell-mère persisted. “We’re not animals, we can just share the bed.”

He should’ve expected such a casual suggestion from her. Still, it had him jamming his hands in his pockets awkwardly, craving a cigarette just so he’d have something to bite down on. This was every officer’s dream, really. Every officer who had the privilege of meeting Bell-mère, at least. The pretty spitfire who could drink half the navy under the table and take down half a pirate crew with a rifle alone. And, if he was being honest, he held onto some fluttery attraction for her too, although he kept it repressed deep, deep in the bowels of his mind.

thanks for hosting this, @oprarepairmonth!!

[daboyau]

You ended it so nicely, but I just couldn’t resist writing some more in response. This is just so cute! Hope you don’t mind, Pheebs! 💚

When morning comes, it brings with it bright rays of sunshine that paint the bedroom in cheery yellow hues. It’s like the storm the night before never happened, and for one brief moment in the space between sleep and wakefulness, I find myself thinking about that strange dream I had. I sigh, almost disappointed that such a cute little creature was all in my imagination. 

Then, I roll over and see him. He’s curled up with most of the blanket and all of the pillows. His spots seem to glow faintly where they catch the sun, and for a second all I can think of is how pretty they are. I stare for a long moment, blinking bleary eyes, wondering if I’m still dreaming. Reaching out one hand, I gently run a hand over his arm, feeling the rough scrape of scales. My hand eclipses the pretty yellows and greens, and I smile a little bit when I realize that the freckles on my arms sort of match his smatterings of smaller spots. 

Then, reality catches up to me and I quickly pull my hand back, squinting down at my hand like it’s going to reveal the answers to this little guy’s mysteries to me. Yep. Still solid and definitely real. And somehow taking up half of the bed despite how small he is. 

“Huh,” I say out loud. My voice seems thunderous in the quiet of the morning, but he doesn’t stir. Poor thing must have been utterly exhausted from whatever he went through before. 

Moving slowly so I don’t wake him, I reluctantly get out of bed and stumble my way downstairs to the kitchen. I poke around in the cupboards and fridge, wondering what sort of food he eats. Briefly, I eye the cans of wet cat food before shaking my head and deciding that would probably be rude, considering that he can talk. 

Eggs and toast it is. I’m not much of a cook, and maybe the eggs get a little overcooked and the bread slightly burned, but add enough butter or seasoning to anything and it’ll be fine! Probably! Still, as I make a plate for him and cringe a little at how bad it looks, I find myself eyeing the cat food. It’s not off the menu yet. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” I singsong quietly as I push the bedroom door open again, hoping to wake him up while I’m still halfway across the room in case he’s grumpy in the mornings. Those teeth and claws are no joke, no matter how cute he is! Though he doesn’t get up, he does mumble a barely intelligible response and I sigh in relief as I creep closer, now that I know he’s not going to wake up and panic immediately or something. Driving myself to the hospital covered in claw marks and possibly venomous bites wouldn’t be fun. 

“Hey buddy, you hungry?” I ask, rounding the bed to face him. He blinks those big red and yellow eyes up at me, pupils constricting into slits as he does. In the bright morning light, it’s apparent how thin he is. I bite my lip, worrying that food might make him sick, wondering if maybe I should just make him broth instead. Before I can decide, his eyes focus on the plate in my hand. He moves so fast I can hardly see it, sitting up and reaching for the food with an eager grin that flashes all his sharp teeth. I pull the plate back just a little bit, and grit my teeth when I see something a little feral and a lot dangerous darken his expression just a little bit before it disappears behind a pleading expression. No problem, I try to convince myself. I’ve dealt with hungry animals and fussy kids before, I can handle this one, too. Whichever category he falls under. 

“Hungry,” he rasps, and he just sounds so very young, I can practically feel my heart melting inside my chest. 

“Okay, bud. Don’t worry, you’re not gonna be hungry anymore. But you have to promise me that you’ll eat really slow, okay? I don’t want you to get sick.”

He nods, eyes darting between my face and the plate in my hand. I hand it over, look away for a second to grab the silverware for him, and by the time I turn back he’s shoved half of the eggs into his mouth, barely taking the time to chewing. My mouth drops open, and I mentally run through which vets are open on the weekends. Just in case. 

I settle back to watch him eat, half to make sure that he doesn’t choke from eating like that, and half just to get a better look at him now that it’s light out. I take in the big eyes, the strange mix of scales and skin, the jagged shell and the long tail, and the way he holds himself. Underneath all of that, he’s still got those little baby round cheeks. It’s like someone tried to piece together half a dozen different animals and then slapped them all onto the frame of a child. He’s all hunched over, gangly limbed and awkward with even the simplest of movement, like he’s not used to his own body. Or maybe like it hurts him to move at all. 

My eyes dart towards the old scars and the new cuts and scrapes, then towards the sharp jut of bones and the way he hunches over the crappy food I made like he’s afraid someone might take it away. My throat feels tight all of a sudden and my eyes burn. I swallow a few times, turning away and breathing deep to get myself under control. No need to make him upset just because I’m thinking of things that might not even be true. 

I feel a tug at the sleeve of my sleep t-shirt, and I take a breath and plaster on a smile before I turn back to him, an excuse already on my lips. I pause, though, when I find that he’s paused his frantic eating and is holding a half demolished piece of toast out to me. 

“You…hungry too?” he asks, his eyes big and sad and so full of compassion that I can feel my heart shattering all over again. 

“Thanks, bud,” I squeak, and quickly clear my throat again. I accept the toast, cringing a little when I see that it’s soggy where he took his bites. He watches intently until I smile and nibble the edges, forcing myself to hum appreciatively despite the way I sort of want to gag instead. I set the toast aside quickly to add, “If you’re still hungry after this, we can get more food. I’ve got lots of stuff we can snack on in the kitchen.”

He lights up, brighter than the sun, positively beaming and showing me his mouth full of half chewed food. Gross. But the way his long tail is flicking excitedly and his cheeks are all dimpled is beyond adorable. Yep. Definitely adopting him.

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

Oh, you KNOW I am wrapping him in a towel, then scooping this little baby up and bringing him inside. I’ve already got a spare bedroom set up for foster kitties and any of the feral cats I feed that need to come inside, so he’s going to have a nice space to hang out in while I figure out what to feed him and whether he’s friendly enough to accept petting and loving. 💚

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Virgil’s Guide To Being An Older Brother

Chapter One

Author’s Note: And now you all love big brother Virgil too.  Sorry, I don’t make the rules.  (Also, @star-crossed-shipper you asked to be tagged!)

Chapter 4/4:

Virgil was immensely relieved on learning that none of them would be living with their parents while the trial was going on, though he didn’t think the furious looks on their faces when the three of them were taken away would ever stop haunting his nightmares.

He hadn’t actually gotten a chance to tell either Roman or Remus what was going to happen before it started happening, and he regretted that the second both of them turned to him with such scared looks on their faces as they were all walked out of the house.

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling them both close as soon as he got a chance.  “It’s gonna be okay.  We’re not going anywhere you haven’t been before, okay?”

“Virgil, what’s going on?” Roman whispered.

“We’re going to go stay with Patton and his Dads for a while,” Virgil said, with the best attempt at a smile he could manage.

“What, why?” Remus asked.  He sounded confused and worried, but he didn’t sound upset, which would help Virgil sleep a little easier that night.

“I’ll explain on the way, alright?”

He made sure to sit in the back of the car along with them, so when the social worker taking them to Thomas’ house started to drive, they could talk in private and without any of them having to turn around or lean back.

“Okay,” Virgil said quietly, turning to face Roman and Remus.  “So, Logan has a father who’s a lawyer.  And for a little while now, he’s been trying to figure out a way for us to live somewhere else.”

“Not with Mom and Dad?” Remus asked, looking hesitant.

Virgil nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Why?” Roman asked.

Virgil sighed.  “Well, because… Mom and Dad aren’t very fair to you guys,” he said.  “They’re not really doing a great job being your Mom and Dad.”

Roman winced, but didn’t disagree.  Remus nodded slightly like he did agree.

“How long are we staying there?” Remus asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Virgil said.  “It could be a couple months, or it could be forever.”

“Forever?” Roman asked, looking a little overwhelmed by the prospect, which Virgil understood.

“Well, someone’s got to decide if Mom and Dad are able to care for you guys,” Virgil said.

“Someone?”

“A judge,” Virgil amended.

“Are they gonna decide about you too?” Remus asked, looking more determined about the idea than Virgil had expected.

He swallowed, and nodded.  “Yeah, about me too, bud.”

“Good,” Remus said with a firm nod.

“What if they decide Mom and Dad can’t take care of us?” Roman asked nervously.  “Where will we go?”

“We’ll stay with Patton and his Dads,” Virgil said.  “They’ve already agreed to take all three of us.  We won’t have to go to different places.”

Roman let out a little sigh of relief at this.

“What if they decide Mom and Dad can take care of us?” Remus asked, narrowing his eyes.  He looked nervous too, though he was trying harder to hide it.

“Then I’m going to be right here,” Virgil said firmly.  “And they’re not going to do anything to you.”

“What about you?” Remus insisted.

“Don’t worry about me.  I’m gonna be fine.  It’s gonna be okay.”

Remus didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say anything else.  After a moment, Roman wrapped his arms around Remus from his other side, and Remus grabbed Virgil to pull him close too, resulting in all of them huddling together in the back of the car until they pulled up outside of Thomas’ house.

Thomas, Patton, and someone who must have been Nico were all waiting out front, and the second they all stepped out of the car, Patton ran down to hug Roman and Remus.

“Hi,” he said.  He sounded nervous enough that he had to know at least some of what was going on, though Virgil imagined he’d been given a kid-friendly version.

“Hey Pat,” Roman said quietly.

Thomas walking down towards them drew Virgil’s attention, and he glanced up to see him and Nico talking to the social worker who had driven them over.  They looked like they were wrapping things up, which was probably why Nico stepped over towards Virgil.

“Hello,” he said, giving a reassuring smile.  “I take it you’re Virgil?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, crossing his arms and turning away slightly.  “Sorry if this all kind of got dropped on you.”

“Nothing got dropped on me,” Nico said, sounding a little amused.  “Bringing three other kids into the house is definitely something Thomas and I discuss before it happens.”

“Heh, yeah,” Virgil muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I guess that makes sense.”

“Okay,” Thomas said, and everyone else turned to face him as the social worker headed back for his car.  “So it looks like you guys are going to be hanging with us for a while!  Who wants to celebrate with some pizza?”

“Pizza sounds good,” Roman said, starting to smile a little bit.

“Well then let’s go order some,” Thomas said, giving him a smile.  “I’ll even let you and Remus pick the toppings.”

They all headed inside, Patton and Remus following Thomas and Roman and Nico bringing up the rear with Virgil.

“How you holding up, kid?” Nico asked.

“I’m fine,” Virgil said on instinct, which it didn’t look like Nico bought for a second, but he didn’t call him out on it.

“What toppings do you want on your pizza?” he asked instead.

“I’m good with whatever,” Virgil said, looking to the side as they walked into the house.  A large part of him just hoped Nico would stop talking to him, though he didn’t want to be rude and actually say that out loud.

They ended up walking into a living room, with a couch, a recliner, and a TV.  Everyone was heading towards an archway on the other side that looked like it led to a dining room.

“Virgil,” Nico said, and Virgil winced, turning to face him.

“Hey, I know this is all going to be a lot of adjusting,” Nico said.  “For all of you.  And I’m not going to demand you talk to me before you’re ready.  But I want you to know that you can, okay?  To me or to Thomas.”

Virgil nodded, though he still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of either of them.  “Okay,” he said.

“Alright,” Thomas said, poking his head out of what must have been the kitchen.  “I’m gonna get pepperoni with bacon, unless anyone has a different preference?”

Virgil shook his head at the same time NIco said “I’m good with that.”

“Alright, then I’ll get this ordered and then we can show you three your rooms,” Thomas said, glancing behind him towards where Roman and Remus must have been standing.  He started tapping away on his phone just as Virgil started to process the enormity of everything that he’d done.

They were going to be staying with these practically strangers— at least to him.  He was going to be trying to get them legally removed from their parents’ care.  Even if everything went perfectly, he was going to have to adjust to a massive change.  He hated change.

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and took a shaky breath.  It’s fine.  He was fine.  This was for Roman and Remus.  He’d be fine.

He could do this.

Virgil took another breath to psyche himself up, then opened his eyes and started for the kitchen.

…

The room he was shown was a little smaller than his room at home, which was fine.  There were five other people in this house, and all of Virgil’s stuff was back home anyway.

There was a bed in here though, which had a simple set of white sheets and a gray comforter.  But Virgil hadn’t had time to grab anything else before he left, meaning as he sat down on the bed all he had was his phone.  That didn’t stop him from doing the first thing that came to mind though, which was updating Logan on the situation.

 Virgil: We’re at Thomas’ house

Logan: I’m very glad to hear that.  Are you feeling okay?

Virgil: Lo, this feels insane

Virgil: I could have dangerously fucked up everything if this doesn’t go the way we want

Logan: It’s going to be alright, Virgil.  I think this is going to go the way we want.

Virgil: What makes you so sure?

Logan: You have numerous people who are willing to back up your story, and you said you have texts your parents sent you that can provide further evidence of their treatment of Roman and Remus.  The fact that you’ve been removed from their house while the trial is going on is also a good sign.

Virgil: Okay, but what if none of that is enough, Lo?

Logan: Then you’ll have people who can help you in the case of the worst case scenario.  You are not alone, Virgil.

 Virgil didn’t say anything to that.  He’d been alone for most of his life.  He’d never considered the idea that people might have his back from now on.  Maybe even his worst case scenario wouldn’t be bad as the picture his brain was giving him.

A gentle knock came on his door, and Virgil startled, looking up to see Thomas.

“Hey bud,” Thomas said.  “How are you settling in?”

“‘m okay,” Virgil muttered, sitting up on his bed.  “Uh, I’m really— I mean you didn’t have to— I just… thanks.  For helping.”

Thomas smiled warmly.  “Of course, Virgil.  I’m not going to leave you alone to figure this out by yourself.”

Virgil nodded, not quite sure what else to say.  That was becoming an irritatingly common mood for him.

“We’ll make sure to get hold of your things soon,” Thomas said.  “You won’t have to be stuck in an empty room for long.”

“Oh you don’t,” Virgil said, looking down, “you don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense.”

“No, really.  We might not even be here long.”

“No matter how long you’re here I want you to feel comfortable,” Thomas said firmly.  “It’s not an issue, I promise.”

Virgil looked up at him, and saw in his face that Thomas wasn’t going to back down.

He nodded.  “Okay.”

Thomas smiled back at him and waved a little as he headed back towards his own room at the end of the hall.

Virgil laid back on his bed and breathed for a while.

…

“Virgil?”

“Mmm.”

“Virgil are you awake?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You don’t seem awake.”

Virgil forced his eyes open, trying to focus on the situation.  “Mm wake,” he mumbled, looking around until his gaze landed on Roman and Remus both standing next to his bed.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Sorry,” Roman whispered.  “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay, bud.  What’s goin’ on?”

“Um,” Roman said.

“We wanna sleep in here with you,” Remus said, looking a little embarrassed to be asking.  “Y’know, cause Roman’s scared.”

“Hey, you are too,” Roman snapped, shoving Remus to the side.

“Okay, okay, stop shoving,” Virgil said, pulling his blanket back.  “Course you can sleep in here.  Come lay down.”

Both of them scrambled onto the bed, and Virgil shifted towards the middle so they could both lay against either side of him.

He wrapped an arm around both of them and pulled the covers back up, but before he could start to fall back asleep, Roman whispered, “Patton’s Dad said there’s gonna be a trial soon.”

“Yep,” Virgil said.  “To figure out what’s happening with Mom and Dad.”

“Do you want us to lie?” Roman asked.

Virgil turned to look down at him.  “What?”

“Do you want me to lie?  I can lie if you want me to,” Roman said nervously.

“Roman,” Virgil said, pulling him closer.  “No, bud, I don’t want either of you to lie.  I want you to tell the exact truth.”

“Just, sometimes Mom and Dad wanted me to lie if it meant I’d do better at an event, and if you want me to lie—”

“Ro, I don’t want you to lie,” Virgil said.  He leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.  “I want you to answer exactly how you think and feel about Mom and Dad.”

But Roman just sniffed and buried his face in Virgil’s side.  “I don’t know how I feel about them, Virgil,” he cried.

“That’s okay,” Virgil murmured, squeezing him tightly.  “Then say that, Ro.  Just say that.  That’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Roman sniffed again.  “Okay.”

There was a couple seconds of silence, and then Remus said, “I wanna throw tennis balls at Mom and Dad and watch them scatter.”

Roman giggled, and Virgil cracked a smile himself.

“Unfortunately bud, I don’t think the judge will let you do that,” he said.

“We need a better judge then,” Remus said.

Virgil chuckled.  “I’ll see what I can do about that,” he said.

Remus tucked himself against Virgil’s side too, and when no one else said anything, Virgil quickly fell back asleep.

…

The trial had been set for two weeks after they moved into Thomas’ house, but it still approached far too quickly for Virgil’s liking.  He’d barely been able to focus as questions were asked and what evidence they had was presented.  He vaguely remembered explaining how he’d been taking care of Remus at least partially since he was nine and both of them much more lately, as well as all of the things they put Roman and Remus through on a regular basis.  Mostly, however, his attention was focused on his parents glaring at him from the back and Roman and Remus looking nervously back at them from a couple rows forward.

Thankfully, they took a recess after he spoke, though he wasn’t sure if they’d actually been planning to, or if they could just tell he was about to lose it.  Either way, they were dismissed and Logan immediately came up from where he was watching and leaned down in front of him.

“Hey,” he said quietly, “I found an empty room.  Want to get out of here for a minute?”

“But Roman and Remus,” Virgil said weakly.

“Thomas has them.  Come on, you need a minute.”

He wasn’t wrong, so Virgil reached out and took Logan’s hand and let him lead him from the room.

They made it to a small room with a couple vending machines and a table and two chairs, and Logan sat them both down at the table, pulling one of the chairs around so he could sit right in front of Virgil.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“I didn’t realize it would be so hard to talk about with them here,” Virgil said, leaning forward to rest his head on Logan’s shoulder.

“I understand,” Logan said, wrapping his arms around him.  “I’m right here.”

Virgil sat there for a couple minutes, until he had the strength to sit up.  When he did, he smiled just a little at Logan.

“I hope you know how much I appreciate you for all of this,” he said.  “I… seriously Lo, thank you.”

“Of course,” Logan said, turning the corners of his lips up.  “You’re important to me Virgil, I greatly dislike seeing you hurting.”

Virgil looked away.  “I dunno, I’m just used to it,” he muttered.  “I’ve been used to it for years now.  I wasn’t expecting anyone to care that much.”

“Of course I’m going to care, Virgil, I love you,” Logan said, before freezing.  “I mean—” he cleared his throat.  “I mean, I—”

Virgil stared at him for a minute, but before he could say anything, Logan seemed to decide something, and his face hardened in determination.

“I mean that I love you, Virgil,” he said, looking up at him.  “Very much.  You are so important to me.”

Virgil’s eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks warmed.  “I— I love you too, Lo,” he muttered, looking down at the table.  He reached out and took Logan’s hand, squeezing it, and thankfully Logan squeezed back.

A second later, the door opened, and they both turned to see Remus.

“Hey, the judge is gonna give his decision,” he said.  “You coming?”

“I’m coming,” Virgil said, standing up but not letting go of Logan’s hand.  Luckily, Logan didn’t seem to want to let go of his either, and they both headed back holding hands in between each other.

The judge was sitting up above everyone again by the time they walked back in, and Virgil found himself standing closer towards the back along with Logan, Roman and Remus, Thomas, Patton and Nico, and Janus and his parents.  His own parents were standing closer to the front, and Virgil took a minute to be grateful that they weren’t looking back at him.

Everyone quieted down as the judge knocked his gavel a couple times, and then all turned to him.

For all the buildup towards the moment, the next ten seconds we’re surprisingly simple.

“I have reached a decision,” the judge said.  “The parents of Virgil, Roman and Remus are not fit to care for them.  I have—”

But Virgil missed the entire next part of his statement as all the blood rushed into his head at once, and he stumbled against Logan, who caught him and had to hold him upright.

A second later, he was tackled in hugs by both Roman and Remus, which grounded him enough to be able to hear the judge declare Thomas and Nico their legal guardians.

He didn’t really know how to feel about that, but he knew that he did like the furious and stunned looks of his parents as they looked back at them.

The rest of the day was a blur, between going back to Thomas’ house— back home?— and ordering takeout instead of trying to make dinner, and spending the rest of the night in his now permanent room trying to process everything that had happened.  Everyone, even Roman and Remus, seemed to understand that he needed some space, and gave it to him.  But after a couple hours he was feeling somewhat better, and more importantly he wanted to see his little brothers, so he went downstairs and found them curled up with Patton in front of the TV, watching Disney movies.

“Hey,” he said weakly, and three excited gazes turned to him.

“Virgil!” Remus cried, running up and throwing his arms around him.  “Are you feeling better?  Are you ready to celebrate yet?”

Virgil winced.  “Maybe not just yet bud,” he said.  “But I am feeling better.”

Roman wrapped around him from his side and squeezed.  “Good,” he said.

A second later, Patton stopped in front of him and smiled hopefully up at him.  “Can I hug you too?”

Virgil smiled back at him and nodded, and Patton wrapped a very gentle hug around his opposite side.

“You wanna come watch Disney with us?” Roman asked, looking up at him.

“Okay,” Virgil said.

He probably should have guessed with how cuddly the three of them were that he’d eventually end up with three kids splayed out asleep on top of him, but the grounding weight was actually nice, and before long Virgil could actually focus on the movie.

He couldn’t actually move his arms to stop playing it, but eventually he was about to fall asleep anyway.  Before he could, however, another voice came from above him.

“You seem to have found three very fleshy blankets.”

Virgil managed to strain his head just enough to see Thomas, who smiled warmly at him.

“How are you doing, buddy?” he asked.

“I’m processing,” Virgil muttered.

“That’s just fine.  It’s gonna take time,” Thomas said, sitting on the nearby recliner.  “But Nico and I are gonna be here to help, I promise.”

Before Virgil could say anything, Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled something out.  “This is for you, by the way,” he said, and he passed Virgil a cell phone.

“I noticed your phone screen was cracked,” Thomas said.  “I didn’t want to add one more thing to your plate, so I went ahead and got you a new one.  I hope that’s okay.”

Virgil stared at the phone for a minute, not sure what to say.  Finally, he looked up at Thomas.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said.  “You don’t have to help.”

“Oh?” Thomas said, raising his eyebrows.  “Because that’s kind of what we signed up for when we became parents, you know.”

“No I mean… I can work out my stuff on my own,” Virgil said.  “My, uh, my phone screen, I mean.  That’s what I meant.  Obviously.”

“I have no doubt you could,” Thomas said, seeming to roll with the metaphor.  “But you shouldn’t have to.  And I think it’ll be easier if you have some help.”

“Why?” Virgil asked.  “Why do you want to do that?”

“Because, Virgil,” Thomas said.  “You three are wonderful kids, and you’ve been dealing with a lot of bullshit you shouldn’t have had to for a long time.”

Virgil blinked in surprise at the swear.  “I’m not a kid,” he muttered, looking away as best he could with three other people on top of him.

“Virgil,” Thomas said.  “Take it from someone who wanted to grow up much too quickly.  Give yourself some more time to be a kid.  You deserve it.”

Virgil looked over at him.  “I don’t know how to do that,” he whispered.  “I— I’m scared, Thomas.  What if I relax and they get hurt?”

“They’re gonna get hurt,” Thomas said, giving him a sad smile.  “That’s part of what you’ve gotta accept when you raise kids.  The point isn’t to prevent it, it’s to help them with the aftermath.”

Virgil shook his head.  “I don’t know how to do that,” he whispered.

“That’s okay,” Thomas said, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.  “I’ll help you figure it out.”

Virgil took a shaky breath.  “Really?”

“Really,” Thomas said with a smile.  “I promise.”

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and breathed.  “Okay.”

…

Virgil was woken up by a knock on the door the next morning.  He opened his eyes to still find his three little brothers curled up on his chest, and none of them seemed to like the knock either if the whining and shifting said anything about it.

“Shh, it’s okay,” came Nico’s voice.  “You four can keep sleeping, I’ve got it.”

He pulled the door open, and paused.  “Oh.  Hello, Logan.  Virgil, I actually think this one’s for you.”

“No,” grumbled Remus.  “My Virgil.”

“You can come in if you don’t mind talking to me like this, Lo,” Virgil said.  A second later Logan came in and walked over to stand in front of the couch.  He was dressed in his nice outfit and tie, and he was holding flowers.

“Uh, Lo?” Virgil asked.  “What’re those for?”

That finally seemed to get the attention of the three kids, who opened their eyes and sat bolt upright.

“Well, I— I wasn’t planning on doing this in front of everyone,” Logan said, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing around just as Thomas came in from the kitchen.  “But I didn’t think it was a good idea to do it at the trial.”

“Do… what?” Virgil asked.

“Ohmigosh!” Patton said, jumping excitedly to his feet.  “Virgil, he’s asking you on a date!”

“What, Patton, don’t—” Virgil started, looking apologetically back at Logan, only to find him bright red.

“…Wait,” Virgil said, feeling his own face heat up.  “Are— are you—”

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly.  “Please don’t feel pressured to agree,” he managed.  “I won’t be upset if we continue as friends, as I enjoy your companionship no matter the context.  But… yes, I suppose I am.”

Virgil was positive his face was bright red, but he managed to nod anyway.  “I’d like that,” he squeaked.

Roman cheered excitedly and threw himself on top of Virgil before he could protest.

“About time, he’s had a crush on you for ages,” he said, grinning up at Logan.

“Roman,” Virgil hissed.

“He has!” Remus said, beaming.  “He’d be all, ‘he’s so pretty and I’m doomed to pine in misery forever!’”

“I did not say that,” Virgil said, glaring at Remus.

He looked back at Logan apologetically again, thankfully not finding Logan upset, though he looked just as embarrassed as Virgil.

“Alright,” Thomas said, finally deciding to rescue them both.  “Let’s give Virgil and Logan some space, you three.”

Both of them obliged, though they and Patton all talked excitedly as they ran for their rooms upstairs, and Thomas and Nico both gave them amused looks as they followed.

“I’m sorry about them,” Virgil said, burying his head in his hands.

“You don’t need to be,” Logan said, sitting down on the couch next to him.  “I’m fully aware that any sort of relationship with you involves a relationship with your brothers, be it platonic or romantic.”

Virgil chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.  “They uh,” he mumbled, “they’re important to me.”

“I know,” Logan said, sounding almost fond.

Virgil smiled over at him, finding Logan looking at him too.  They then took a minute to just look at each other, before looking away at the same time.

“I uh, I have had a crush on you for a while,” Virgil admitted, looking very firmly down at his shoes.

“I have as well,” Logan said quietly.

“You’ve had a crush on you?” Virgil asked, smiling up at Logan slightly teasingly.  “I understand, you’re pretty amazing.”

“No, that is not what I meant,” Logan said, even as he started blushing.

“I know, Lo, I’m just teasing,” Virgil said, leaning his head on Logan’s shoulder.  He was surprised that didn’t feel more awkward now.  He supposed he’d never felt uncomfortable with physical affection before he and Logan had admitted to crushing on each other.

Logan looked down at him with the corners of his lips turned upwards.  Then, to Virgil’s surprise, his smile widened, and he wrapped his arms around him.

They both laid there for another minute after that, neither of them saying anything.  Finally, Virgil smiled up at him again.

“So where are we going on this date?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Logan admitted.  “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

Virgil laughed despite himself.  “How about we start easy then.  Dinner and a science museum?”

Logan smiled a full smile at him again.  “I think I would like that very much.”

…

They’d planned on the date being the following day, meaning Virgil spent the entire time beforehand having to distract his nerves that probably weren’t necessary.  He ended up in his room working on a song, which it had been a while since he’d done.  Roman, Remus, and Patton, were off playing with Janus, who they’d invited over.  Virgil had guessed from Janus’ face when he walked in that most of the playdates would be at his house.

He’d expected to be upstairs alone until Logan got there for the date, but after a couple hours, as he was finishing putting his rough draft down, he heard a knock on his door.

“Virgil?” Remus called.  “Can we come in?”

Virgil closed his notebook and sat up on his bed, turning to face the door.  “Sure bud, come on in.”

The door opened, and all four kids walked into the room.  Roman and Remus were both carrying something quite big between the two of them, and Patton and Janus were carrying something else.

“Uh, what’s this?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, so, you know how Remus and I have been working on something together?” Roman asked as they all stopped in front of Virgil.

“Yeah.”

“Well, we were hoping we could show you,” Remus said.  He sounded surprisingly nervous, and Virgil tipped his head curiously.

“Of course.  Is that what that is?”  He nodded at the thing they were holding.

“Mm-hmm,” Roman said, looking nervous now too.

Patton and Janus both set up what it was they were holding, which looked like a display that might be used for paintings.

Remus and Roman both turned what they were holding around and set it on it, and revealed a painting of the park they now frequented.  It included Janus and Patton, and showed all four of them playing together.  And there in the background was Virgil’s favorite bench, with Virgil himself sitting on it and watching them, along with Thomas, Nico, and Janus’ parents.

“You made that together?” Virgil asked, leaning forward to look at it.

“Uh-huh,” Roman said, shifting back and forth on his feet.  “It’s for you.”

Virgil turned to stare at him.  “It’s…”

“We made it for you,” Remus said, sounding just as nervous himself.  “Just… to show we know how much you do for us.”

Virgil swallowed past a very sudden lump in his throat.  “Oh,” he said.

He didn’t have the first clue what to say.  That was an issue, however, as the twins in front of him seemed to take that as a bad thing.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it!” Roman said hurriedly.  “I mean, it’s kinda bad and we’re both definitely not master painters.”

“Hey,” Virgil said, finding his voice.  “No one talks about my favorite painting of all time like that.”

Remus started beaming, and Roman smiled a little bit too.

“It’s okay if it’s not really your favorite painting of all time,” he said anyway.

“No, it absolutely is,” Virgil said, meaning it completely.  “How could I not adore something you two made for me?  Thank you so much, I love it.”

They were both grinning now, and after a second they ran over to hug him, and Virgil sweeped them both into his arms.

“I have the best little brothers in the world,” he said, squeezing them tightly.

“Hey, I’m your little brother now too!” Patton called.  “I want a hug too!”

“Get in here then,” Virgil called, opening his arms wider.  “You too, Janus.”

Virgil’s arms were getting awfully full, but he couldn’t find it in himself to mind so much when his favorite kids in the world were all hugging him tightly in between them.

When he pulled back a second later, he smiled down at them all.  “Will you four help me hang it over my bed?” he asked.

“Yeah!” Remus said happily.  “I’ll go ask Thomas for a hammer and nails!”

“Make sure he knows what they’re for!” Virgil called after him as all of them ran out the door after Remus.  Thomas was well acquainted with Remus’ chaotic tendencies by now.

Virgil smiled back at the painting as he waited for them to come back.  He blinked quickly and rubbed slightly at his eye.  Wow, it was suddenly very dusty in there.

…

Logan showed up a couple hours later, after Janus had gone home and Virgil was playing Sorry in the living room with his three younger brothers.

Thomas got the door since they were all playing, and Logan came in, though he didn’t seem in much of a hurry, since he simply sat down nearby and let them finish the game (Patton won).

“Hey Lo,” Virgil said, smiling up at him once they finished putting the game away.  “Thanks for waiting.”

“It’s no trouble,” Logan said, smiling at him again, which Virgil still wasn’t quite used to.  “The reservation isn’t for half an hour.  We probably should get going, though.”

“I’ll grab my hoodie,” Virgil said, standing.  He darted back up to his room, and came back down a second later to find Logan talking with Remus about what chemicals were explosive.

“Nooo, I worked so hard to prevent you two from talking,” Virgil groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

“You failed!” Remus cackled, a mischievous grin on his face that meant absolutely nothing good.

“You’re gonna have to keep a close eye on Remus for the next few weeks,” Virgil said to Thomas, who was standing in the archway in front of the dining room.

Thomas chuckled.  “How is that different from the rest of the time?”

“You make a point.”

“Are we ready to go?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and started over towards him.

“Don’t worry too much about when you’re getting back, Virgil,” Thomas said, and Virgil glanced back one last time.  “Just be here before midnight.”

“Oh, I was going to put Roman and Remus down for bed at—” Virgil started.

“I’ve got it,” Thomas said, giving him a look.  “They’re okay.  Go be a teenager.”

Virgil swallowed, and nodded.  “Okay.”

Thomas smiled and nodded back at him, and then Virgil turned back around, took Logan’s hand, and headed out into the evening.

[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

.....................

"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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-ˏ͛ date techˏ͛-  

— takanobu aone.

≻ he has it but doesn’t know that it’s like an actual kink ≻ he’s always in awe when you take his cock because he knows he’s big ≻ you always beg him to touch your clit while he sinks his cock in ≻ and he loves it because it makes your little pussy flutter around his length ≻ he just loves that he can make you feel so good with his big cock

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he let out a little breath as he sunk his cock in a little bit more, you had already taken half his length and were still begging for more.

“nobu...” you sighed, eyes fluttering, “touch me, please, it’s too much...”

he grunted, resting his weight on one forearm above your head to dip his other hand between your thighs. he found your clit and circled his fingers around it, feeling your walls squeeze tightly around his length.

you sighed happily, reaching up to grab onto his broad shoulders, “f-feels so good, nobu...you fill me so well...”

he finally bottomed out, resting his face in the crook of your neck as you hugged him close to you. you panted in his ear, whimpering and moaning as he continued to play with your clit until your body tensed up.

with a pleasured squeal, you came, thighs trembling around his waist as your walls gushed and spasmed.

— kenji futakuchi.

≻ he thrives on this shit. ≻ he especially loves when it hurts ≻ it literally gives him a sick sense of pride ≻ watching you struggle to take his cock ≻ boosts his ego ≻ and he will endlessly tease you for it ≻ he knows all the right buttons to push for this kink tbh.

+

“you’re so cute trying to take all my cock,” he teases, grinning at the way your face pinches up the deeper he sinks in.

“k-kenji!” you gasp, pressing your hands against his chest when the stretch becomes too much, your instincts tell you to push him away.

“hey now, none of that,” he chuckles, batting your hands away easily, “you should be grateful when i give you my cock, you know? i make you cum so hard but you want to be all whiny and act like a baby because it hurts.”

“s-sorry...i-it...it’s too big...” you whimper, bringing your hands up to press against his check once again.

he allows them to stay there this time, however, but continues to sink in despite your whining and complaining.

“you take me all the time, though,” he feigns a pout, cock throbbing when you whine as he finally bottoms out, “see? you can do so well when you’re not acting like a little bitch.”

-ˏ͛ inarizakiˏ͛-  

— shinsuke kita.

≻ he likes watching you struggle to take him bc its hot ≻ but he does not like when it hurts you ≻ even if you try to convince him you like when it hurts ≻ he’s not gonna go for it ≻ so a lot of prep goes into it for him ≻ he likes how easily he can make you cum ≻ and how much you have to stretch to accommodate him ≻ he finds it cute

+

you were so wet that you were dripping and you just wanted his cock so bad.

“please, shin,” you begged, arching your hips against his cock as he rutted against your folds, “i’m ready, please fuck me.”

he hummed, fisting his length to tap against your clit, making your thighs shake, “are you sure? i dont want to hurt you.”

“i-it won’t hurt please!” you cry, nearly at your wits end.

if he didn’t give you his cock soon, you were seriously going to go crazy. you had already been made to cum three times and you were just ready to be fucked.

you were about to open your mouth to whine again when he suddenly pressed the fat head of his cock against your entrance, pushing in. he watched your face closely for any signs of pain, his thumb finding your clit to swirl around the bud. your eyes rolled back and you let out a cry of pleasure; he was going so slow, making you feel every inch of him.

he couldn’t contain his smile when he felt the way your body was already trembling. he barely even had to do anything and you were already on edge again for him.

— atsumu miya.

≻ he’s like futakuchi ≻ but a little more cruel about it ≻ he likes to see you cry ≻ and hear you beg that his cock is just too big ≻ all while you tremble and cream on him ≻ he likes to make manipulate you a little bit into taking his cock to “make him proud” and so “you’re a good girl”

+

“you’re so pretty when you’re crying for me,” he chuckles, watching the tears fall down your pretty face, lip tucked between your teeth as he works his thick cock in and out of your cunt, “c’mon, cry more for me. i love it.”

“y-you’re too big, ‘tsumu,” you sob, clutching the front of his shirt in your fists so hard your knuckles were white.

“yeah? does it hurt your little cunt?” he asks, a grin plastered on his face.

you nodded, making him click his tongue in disappointment, “if you’re not even grateful, i shouldn’t even be botherin'. after i was so nice too, makin' you cum on my tongue...but you can’t even let me stuff your pussy like i deserve, huh? too bad...i thought you were gonna be a good girl too.”

you whine, “i am a good girl.”

“yeah? then show me...” he grunts, feeling your juices beginning to drip down h is balls, “and take my cock without whinin’.”

— osamu miya.

≻ he knows his cock is big ≻ but he’s not overly cocky about it ≻ he’s also not very into watching you struggle to take it so much that it hurts ≻ he does, however, enjoy talking dirty to you ≻ about how your cunt looks when its being stuffed full ≻ or how tight you clench around him because he’s just too big.

+

“you’re stretched so far,” he mutters, thumbing your clit as he grinds his hips to bury his length deeper, “does it hurt?”

“n-no!” you moan, “f-feels so good ‘samu...”

he smiles, soft and almost loving, “good, i want you to cum for me, yeah? make a mess like a good girl.”

“fuck,” you keen, arching your hips to try and take even more of him in, even though he had already bottomed out, “please, yes! ‘samu, yo-your cock is s’good...feel so full...”

he chuckles, pulling his cock back before sinking back into you with a gracious roll of his hips. your back arches and your cunt clamps down tight around him.

“you’re such a dirty girl,” he chuckles, beginning to properly fuck you, “begging for a cock too big, close to cumming when i haven’t even done anything...you should be ashamed...” he grins when his mean words make your pussy gush.

— rintarou suna.

≻ he’s sort of a lazy guy ≻ so he lets you use his cock how you want ≻ but ≻ he can’t deny that it fills him with satisfaction knowing how difficult it is for you to take his cock ≻ but he never actually helps you out ≻ he lets you do your thing, wearing a lazy smirk as you gasp when you take too much too fast and have to pop his cock back out to start again

+

although it didn’t feel nearly as good as when you were bouncing on his cock, he appreciated how pretty you looked as you ground yourself down on him. the movements stirred his cock within your walls, allowing him to touch every sweet spot you had.

“did you finally take all of me?” he asks, as if he can’t see or feel the way he’s buried completely within your spasming cunt.

you nod, biting your lip as you let your head fall back with a sigh, “feels good...”

“yeah? why don’t you be good and bounce for me then,” he asked, wearing a smirk that made your heart flutter, “it’s my cock you’re using, you might as well be nice and make me feel good too.”

you brace your hands on his chest and slowly rise up a bit before dropping your weight back down. he reaches even deeper and you can’t help but cry out. he reaches up to wrap his hands around your wrists, keeping your hands pinned down.

“you can do better than that,” he criticized.

determined to please him, you let almost all of his cock out before taking it once more with a quick move of your hips. he bumps your cervix and your body almost collapses as the painful pleasure the action brings.

all the while, he sits back and watches you impale yourself on a cock too big for you.

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Beach Day.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mutual Pining

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: White clothing gets transparent in water... poor Y/N doesn't know that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! This is kinda crack fic + fluff lmao ok enjoy!

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Ah, what a perfect day to be on a beach.

Bucky smiled softly as he sipped on his beer, the sunshine and the sound of flowing water doing wonders for his mood. The Avengers had taken a mini-vacation of sorts, opting to spend a weekend by the seaside. A trip sponsored by Tony Stark. It was a shame Natasha and Wanda couldn't join in, they had a mission to go to. Y/N was the most upset.

"Don't leave me with so much testosterone, I will die," she had whined at the time which made everyone laugh. Currently, he was sitting on a beach lounge chair alongside Steve, Sam, Tony, Thor, Loki and Clint. Y/N was inside still, changing, he guessed. "Guys!" At the feminine voice, he turned and nearly choked on his drink. "Whoa."

"Looking good, Y/L/N," Tony whistled shamelessly and Y/N blushed, the colour spreading down her body. She was dressed in a white bikini that she had purchased for the trip; it looked really good on her. "Thank you, Stark," she quipped back before heading towards the waters. Bucky blinked. Surely she wasn't going into the water wearing that…

"Y/N?"

She turned. "What?" Sam and Clint shared looks. "You going for a swim?" Sam asked and she nodded, a bright smile lifting her face. "It's been ages since I last swam!" Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you want to swim wearing that?" he groaned tiredly, causing Y/N to blink. "It's… a bikini, Tony, that's the whole point," she spoke slowly.

The 7 men glanced at each other. "Okay, then, you do you," Tony spoke and she left, stepping into the water. "If you don't date her I will, Barnes, consider this a warning," Clint breathed out once she was out of earshot. "You are married, Barton," Bucky rolled his eyes. "That's why I said it is a warning," Clint snapped back.

"I— I don't know how to ask her," Bucky admitted, playing with the bottle of beer in his hands. "Just ask her! What's the worst that could happen? Knowing Y/N— what a sweet little angel— she'll probably lay you down gently." Bucky groaned as Steve clamped a hand over Tony's mouth, shutting him. "Stop making it worse!" Tony pushed the hand away.

"Do you really think she's going to reject me?" All of them turned to Y/N, who hadn't strayed far from the group. She was alone, flinging the water here and there, laughing to herself. That warmed their hearts, Y/N was really sunshine in a bottle. "Any girl would be a fool," Sam hyped him, raising a bottle in mock toast. Bucky gave him a half-smile.

All of a sudden, they heard a squeal coming from Y/N. Their heads whipped towards her and saw her talking to some guy. Well, more like him trying to ask her out while she said no. Apparently, he wasn't listening. "Hey, asshole! Away from her!" Tony yelled obnoxiously and Bucky winced when the two people looked over. Great, she's gonna be mad at us for creating a scene.

The guy, recognizing the Avengers, fled. Y/N turned to Tony. "Thanks!" she called out before continuing her shenanigans. "The nerve of some people," Steve huffed, Loki and Thor nodding in agreement. Bucky, meanwhile, continued staring at her, shocked. She wasn't mad? Oh well, that's… nice. Suddenly, she looked up, right at him.

Freezing for a second, he managed an awkward smile and waved at her. She waved back before waving her arm, asking him to join her in the water. He gently shook his head and pointed to his arm, smiling sheepishly. Understanding his shyness, Y/N nodded and grinned at him before she started with her first lap of swimming.

"You should've gone."

"Shut up."

As Y/N swam around in the cool waters, she thought back to her conversation with the guys. Why were they so reluctant to let her swim? And whatever did Tony mean by wearing that? It was a nice bikini; a bit skimpy, sure, but it looked nice on her. So what was his problem? Shaking her head, she instead thought about Bucky. Bucky Barnes, the White Wolf, the man she wanted to go on a date with…

He had many names. Y/N had had a crush on Bucky ever since she joined the Avengers, not knowing that Bucky reflected her feelings. After a few laps, Y/N decided the water was getting too cold and she needed to step out. So she started walking towards the beach again, the water level going from her chest, to her stomach, to her hips and eventually her ankles as her feet hit dry sand.

"Y/N!"

At the loud and sharp yell she froze, her eyes darting to where her friends were seated, paralyzed. They were all staring at her with mostly the same expressions; eyes wide with mortification, jaws dropped. Then she saw Steve running towards her. She blinked at him as he wrapped a towel around her, easily picking up the Y/N burrito and walking towards the others.

"Y/N, what the fuck was that?"

Steve set her down on her feet. "What did I do?" she asked meekly, moving to drop the towel but 7 voices shouted out in unison, "No!" She pulled the towel on tighter and shook her head, going inside her room. Bucky breathed out a sigh, quickly moving to hide his boner with the bottle of beer he was holding. "She is literally so—"

"Does she not know that—"

"She probably doesn't—"

That white clothes get transparent in water.

When she had stepped out of the water, her bikini was clinging to her body but what caught his, or rather everyone's attention was that her nipples were completely on display, the perked buds clear as day through the top. No wonder all of them reacted the way they did. They stared at each other, the silence getting uncomfortable.

"Oh, man…" Tony whistled finally, running a hand through his hair. "Think about something else," Steve suggested but try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her body out of his mind. Soon, conversation started floating between them again but Bucky kept quiet, staring at the sea, lost in thoughts. "Hey guys, have you seen my fanny pack anywhere?"

Bucky looked up and saw her standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at them with an innocent expression on her face. Her towel was long gone, she was still in the bikini and God, it's still wet, look away Bucky, look away— "Y/N, what the hell, go inside! We'll find it later, just— just go inside," Clint chided and she frowned but stormed off.

Bucky, not being able to bear the look on her face, followed her. The rest of them shrugged and decided not to disturb the two for a few hours. Bucky knocked on the door to her room and, finding out it was open, nudged it apart. He peeked into the room to make sure she was not changing and found her sitting on the bed. "Y/N?" She sniffled and he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Y/N, don't cry, come on…"

She was still in that stupid bikini. Noticing the towel from earlier draped over the back of a chair, he picked it up and walked to her, putting it around her. "Why are they being rude?" she whispered and Bucky sighed, putting an arm around her. He gently squeezed. "They were not being rude, they were being overprotective." She didn't look convinced.

"Do I not look good?" He sighed again. "You do look good, it's just… Y/N, you really don't know, do you?" She blinked at him, confused. "What do I not know?" He went pink. "White— white clothing becomes transparent in water and, uh— uh… your, um… nipples were… uhm… very visible through the top," he stammered and a look of understanding crossed her face.

Then she blushed furiously. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know—" He shook his head. "It's fine. Maybe just wear a t-shirt before coming out again, okay?" She nodded before grabbing a random t-shirt off the bed; all the guys, before going out to the beach, had left a t-shirt each in Y/N's room, hoping for a quick change since her room was the closest.

Thinking it was her t-shirt, she stood up and dropped the towel. The t-shirt went down to her knees and her head tilted to the side; when did her shirt become so long? When she glanced at Bucky, he was smiling at her, amusement shining in his eyes. "What?" she asked as one of the sleeves dropped to her elbow, the neckline plunging in that direction.

One bikini strap showed on the shoulder. "You look good in my t-shirt, doll." A deep blush spread across her face. She moved to take it off but he stopped her. "Keep it on, it looks good on you. Hell, keep it forever." His words… "Buck, you need this—" "Trust me, I don't. How about this, when we go home, you raid my wardrobe because holy hell, my stuff looks good on you."

Y/N flushed deeper. Why was he acting all flirtatious all of a sudden? "I'm not raiding your whole wardrobe, Bucky." He frowned momentarily. "I thought girlfriends raided their boyfriends' wardrobes all the time." Her eyes snapped up and met his; he held a confident smirk on his face this time. "Wait… Barnes, are you asking me out?" He nodded and she squealed.

"Yes!" She rushed forward and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. He did not hesitate to kiss her, his hands landing on her butt as he caressed the soft flesh. Y/N's hands ended up in his hair, combing through the long locks. "I do have some rules, baby," he whispered as he led her to the bed, setting her down. He climbed on top of her and smirked again.

"What?"

"Number one: I'm throwing that fucking bikini away."

"Buck, why?!"

"No white bikinis allowed because I don't want people staring at what's mine."

"Ugh, deal."

"Good. Now, where was I? Oh yes… you and I are gonna have some fun before we go out now, okay? Be quiet for me…"

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

what happened the first time Wes tried to crack open the Danny is Phantom conspiracy did he like, confront Danny first or was it all behind his back like, maybe hoping ground zero would be lost among the gossip and that Danny wouldn't find out who spilled the beans once everyone knew

I mean it obviously wouldn't work because nobody believed him and the gossip didn't take off very far beyond a few people talking about Wes being kinda weird

I should absolutely write a fic about this.

I am absolutely going to write a fic about this.

I AM RIGHT NOW GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS.

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"Hey Fenton! Fenton!!" Dash came bounding over and threw a meaty arm around his shoulder.

"Jesus Dash! What?!" Danny buckled under the weight (pretended to anyway) as Dash gave him a surprisingly lighthearted punch on the arm.

"You haven't heard?! Wes has this total batshit insane theory, it's hilarious!"

Dash was in a genuine giggle-fit, Danny didn't think he'd ever seen him this merry, he was also starting to suspect he was going to leave this conversation being the butt of the joke somehow. Wait-

"Wes? Who the heck is Wes?" Danny asked, it wasn't like he knew everyone in school, like Dash seemed to.

"He's on the basketball team, you know, tall guy, red hair, threw a sick move at least month's game! You know, WES!"

"I didn't watch that game."

"Oh," said Dash, flatly, "Oh yeah, almost forgot you're a total nerd. Anyway, like I was saying!"

Dash grabbed Danny by the shoulders and nearly lifted him off the floor.

"Wes thinks," he could barely speak through his giggling, he even snorted a few times, "Wes thinks your secretly PHANTOM."

Dash dropped Danny back down as he doubled over laughing.

"Could you imagine?! You! You're not even DEAD!" Dash honest to god slapped his knee in mirth.

Danny went through an incredibly swift array of emotions in the span of about five seconds.

The first was fear, clear and bracing, then came confusion, how did he know? Had he seen something? Then there was hope, Dash didn't believe it, and if DASH didn't believe it, maybe nobody else believed it either. Then relief, he could roll with this, he could TOTALLY roll with this! Dash was right! It was absurd, it was ridiculous, it was hilarious, him being Phantom? What utter nonsense!

Sam and Tucker had been standing by his side at a Dash-safe distance, looking absolutely horrified. Sam looked ready to jump in and lay down a swift defence, but Danny gave a quick little low wave for her to stand down. He got this.

"Oh my god SERIOUSLY?" Danny busted out a slightly hysterical laugh, okay so he wasn't completely over the initial terrified anxiety.

"How could I- I mean what- WHY does he think I'M Phantom?! I mean how does that even work I don't-"

Dash clapped him on the shoulder, this was probably the most contact he'd ever had with him without being physically assaulted.

"I know right?! Like apparently he thinks you look alike? And he's all like 'But I've seen his eyes glow green' and 'they're never in the same roo-hoo-hoom." Dash wheezed and started hacking and coughing.

Danny carefully constructed a look of offence.

"Hey I mean, it's not THAT funny. Why couldn't I be Phantom! I know how to use a Fenton Thermos! Look I even HAVE one right-" he torn open his backpack and pulled one out, making sure to fumble it in a terrific display of fuck-uppery and drop it noisily on the cafeteria floor, he dropped to his knees trying to grab it but knocked it under a table.

A few girls standing nearby who'd been listening in started tittering, one of the guys sitting at the table snorted milk through his nose and Dash was just about on the floor in hysterics.

Even Sam and Tucker covered their mouths in an attempt to look like they were holding in laughter. Tucker muttered to Sam, just loud enough for people around to hear.

"I mean, he's our friend and we love him, but god that was painful to watch. He knows he's terrible at ghost hunting! He's got like, nothing but thumbs."

Danny climbed under the table, grabbed at the thermos and lifted it up as he crawled back out.

"See! See! I have a thermos! I could TOTALLY be Phantom!"

Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay bud, I think you'd be a great Phantom." her voice was thick with her usual sarcasm, soaked in pity though it were.

Danny's ears burned in embarrassment, he might have been humiliating himself on purpose, but it was still humiliating, watching everyone laugh at him for being so weak and incompetent. He was grateful to his friends for pushing through their discomfort and keeping up the act, it was still painful, but it came with a wash of pure unadulterated relief.

Nobody believed this Wes guy, nobody thought it could be even remotely possible. People would talk about it for a little while, have a laugh, maybe there would be a few memes and in-jokes, but eventually it would drop off. People would forget all about it and it would be just another notch on the gossip mill belt.

Even if someone DID believe it, they could never admit it for fear of vicious ridicule, for once in his life peer pressure was his friend.

And then Wes walked in.

Once Danny saw him he realised that he did recognise Wes, he'd seen him hanging around Kwan a few times, and chatting with Star, he was also in Danny's english class. That was about as familiar as he got with the guy, they'd never spoken a word to each other.

Wes had a terrifying expression of seething fury ripping across his face. He was glaring at Dash.

"It's NOT. FUNNY."

Dash was completely unable to stand, it was honestly overkill, Danny almost thought he was hamming it up on purpose, but maybe not, his face was turning an alarming shade of red after all.

"Wes don-" Dash gasped. "Don't do this to me man, I can't brea-" Dash was gasping for air, trying desperately to hold down the giggles.

Danny could almost see steam rising as Wes seethed. Then suddenly that furious stare was shooting daggers straight at him. Danny shrank into himself, looking as small and helpless as he possibly could.

"Uh hey Wes, um, I've heard the news." he joked tacking on a nervous laugh for emphasis. "Uh, soooo," he tossed the thermos from hand to hand, nearly dropping it again. "Is this like, just a joke or do you really-?"

Dash continued to wheeze, Kwan was holding him up by the arm, muttering about getting some water to cool off.

Wes strode over until he and Danny were face to face, he was taller by a good couple inches, even more so with Danny making a conscious effort to appear small.

Wes jabbed a sharp finger into his collarbone.

"Don't think I'm fooled by this pathetic act you've got going on, I am ONTO you, Phantom." he spat.

Danny glanced sidelong at the table beside him, silently begging for assistance, they only watched in silence, strained faces trying not to laugh. A glance the other way to his friends, they simply shrugged.

"Um, okaaay," Danny started backing away slowly. "Uh look Wes I am honestly really flattered but, do we really look that alike?" Danny ran a hand through his hair and then pointed up at Wes. "I mean we BOTH kinda have Phantom's haircut."

Sam deadpanned from the sidelines, "Maybe they're BOTH Phantom."

"We should start marketing that haircut." Tucker muttered to himself, tapping something on his tablet. "We could make a fortune, are you any good at hairdressing?"

Sam shot him a look of disgust and did not dignify the question with a response.

"Don't play dumb you two," said Wes, flipping his focus, "You're definitely in on this!"

The entire cafeteria was awash with giggles by this point. Just about everyone had heard about Wes' theory, but were mostly convinced it was some kinda joke. Now? Now they knew Wes was straight up fucking delusional.

He glanced around as people laughed, at him. At HIM.

"It's not funny!" he yelled over the crowed, the tittering increased in volume. Someone across the room yelled-

"Hey if I get the haircut, can I be Phantom too?"

One of the goths stood up on her seat.

"I've GOT the haircut! Mom says it's MY TURN to be the Phantom!"

There was a fresh round of mirthful laughter, some kids wheezing as hard as Dash had been. Another few kids piped up above the cacophony, throwing jokes of their own.

"I've got a soup thermos so I'm Phantom now, sorry sweaty I don't make the rules."

"If I wear a Phantom shirt does that make me Phantom ALL the time or am I only Phantom when I'm wearing it?"

"I have an ass, Phantom has an ass. Conclusion: I am Phantom's ass."

"Tag yourself I'm the thermos."

"DO THE BUTTS MATCH?"

Wes had been trying to scream over the din, infuriated, desperate to find SOMEONE who would listen.

Danny gave him a pat on the back.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, The Guys in White once hunted some guy down because he had white hair, if a government agency can fuck that up then-"

Wes slugged him.

It wasn't a particularly solid punch like Dash's hits, it was quick and precise, Was wasn't a brawny guy, but he was lean and fast and had good aim.

Danny whuffed out a heavy breath as Wes' fist collided with his sternum and he collapsed to the floor.

Everyone in the cafeteria lost their shit, a few people screamed and one table of football jocks all stood up chanting, "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT."

Tucker ran over to him as Sam stepped up and without hesitation slammed a fist straight into Wes' nose.

The footballers lost their minds, one of the goths stood up on their table screaming "REPRESEEENT!!"

Wes backed up immediately, crying out from the sharp pain blossoming across his face, he'd never been hit before and couldn't pull his thoughts together quick enough to throw a punch back at her, so he was taken by surprise once again as Sam placed a solid roundhouse kick to his stomach.

He had certainly not been expecting that kind of brute strength from her, she had incapacitated him swiftly and effectively, barely having broken a sweat.

One of his teammates hollered over the crowd and came barrelling down on the goth, she dodged without batting an eye and darted nimbly out of the way, giving the guy a quick kick in the pants to throw him off balance as she rocketed for the cafeteria door.

As Wes took a deep breath through his mouth, his nose dripping blood, he realised that Danny and Tucker were gone. The fight had lasted only seconds but Sam had run distraction well enough for the boys to take off without anyone noticing, a glance around showed Tucker supporting Danny about to exit through the cafeteria doors.

The doors opened to an out of breath Mr Lancer on the other side.

"'The Light Fantastic!' WHAT is going on here?!"

Oh they were all so fucked.

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'