#hey if you read these tags please drink water and check if you have to pee right now

[dyrpyn]

This election isn't looking great now.

BUT.

There is one thing you must ALWAYS. ALWAYS REMEMBER.

Your two greatest, most powerful weapons against evil, against bigotry and fascism, against hate, against even hate that comes from inside the self...

are Hope, and Spite.

If nothing else can fuel you, let these. Embrace these. Let these consume you, let them become all that you are.

Let Hope help you find light in the little details, silver linings to cling onto with bleeding hands and pockets of joy to admire in every day. Let it inject you with good faith, motivation to spread kindness where it is needed most, and deepening trust that this won't last forever.

Let Spite charge you with fury that carries you to make moves and take actions. Let it lead you to little victories right in the face of evil. Let it fuel you to do the strongest, most meaningful thing you can possibly do in this potential age: Thrive.

With enough reframing of perspectives and looking in the right places, even the most oppressed can find little ways to thrive in their personal communities, to find joy in every day. To forget how bad things are for even a second. To believe and see proof that they can change it all. To cling onto their Hope and Spite.

And THAT is the most powerful message you can send to those who wish to eradicate you.

We are the cockroaches who survive the radiation. We are the banged-up sewer rats who get in countless scuffles and still come crawling out of the tunnels covered in wounds to see the sunrise. For it rises every day no matter what may be brewing underneath its shine.

And we will watch every sunrise together. We will hold hands and sing in our defiance. We will always remain connected through our shared suffering and yet especially our shared Strength.

And with our weapons kept at our sides, we will all make it.

[asteroshearts]

My Type

Oh no! Nanami's wife is just Itadori's type!

Or the story of how, upon meeting Nanami's wife, Itadori just can't take his eyes off her.

Nanami x Reader

Tags: this story was referenced here, but can be read completely alone, she/her pronouns, discussions of body types, Itadori's a bit of a pervert here (but he doesn't actually see anything!! Nanami, however, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), typical anime flashing

Hey Ken: How are you feeling?

You: Like shit My fever got worse after you left

Hey Ken: I'll be home soon. Please take ibuprofen, drink lots of water, and rest as much as you can. I'm finishing up now.

You: I just checked our cabinet We ran out of Bufferin UGHHHH I feel terrible I fucking told Daiki from accounting that he should go home if he was coughing but he said it was fine AND COUGHED IN MY FACE And now look at me

Hey Ken: We're out? I'll pick some up on my way home while I grab our other groceries. Please wait for me until then. Take a nap if you can. You're just going to get more exhausted thinking of the idiots in your office.

You: I looked online, delivery is going to take over an hour I'm getting dizzier I don't want to wait I'm going to go to the Matsukiyo near us to get it myself

Hey Ken: What?

Hey Ken: Don't go. I'll pick it up.

Hey Ken: Darling. Read my messages.

Hey Ken: Pick up the phone.

(10) Missed Calls

Several moments ago…

Itadori already thought that today got off to a weird start.

To begin with, it wasn't Ijichi in the driver's seat to pick him up today, but Nanamin. It also wasn't the Jujutsu Tech standard vehicle, but a nice, sleek, and expensive Porsche.

"W-Woah! Nanamin!" Itadori called then. Eyes wide and bright at the polished paint that glistened in the heavy sunlight. "Nice ride!" he said giddily, running his fingers across the aerodynamic doors. Popping his head up toward Nanami's window, he said, "This must've cost you a fortune!" And he thought that Gojo-sensei spent crazily.

"It was a gift," Nanami flatly said. The boy gaped at him like a fish. But who would just give away a car like this? They had to be really close — or maybe he had saved some rich guy and he thanked Nanamin by giving him a brand new car! The boy's eyes shone. Maybe one day he could get a nice gift like — "Get in." The doors unlocked.

"Hiya, Ijichi-san! Must be nice not driving for once, huh?" While marveling at the car's clean interior, he hopped into the back seat, feeling the leather under his hands and the cool blast of the AC hit his sweaty hair after being in the summer sun.

"Good morning, Itadori-kun," the dark-haired man said with a nervous smile. The car rumbled beneath them as Nanami turned the engine back on. "Nanami-san is surely giving me a nice change of pace — "

"Our duties will not change," Nanami stated, turning the wheel. "Ijichi-san is still required to do his job, as well as you, Itadori-kun. Don't get distracted." The pink-haired boy pouted in the backseat. "It just so happens that I have urgent errands to run after this, so time is of the essence."

Turning into an alleyway, Nanami smoothly hit the brakes and put the car into park. "Let's go."

Luckily for him, the curse was a low-level one mostly used for teaching Itadori the ropes, and the two of them managed to exorcise it in record time. For someone who was just thrust into the world of curses several weeks ago, he was doing well. As well as anyone could in his situation.

The boy was still a bumbling newbie, but he had a good head on his shoulders and was a strong opponent for most curses that they dealt with on a daily basis. Lips twitching into a frown, the blond thought that if Gojo didn't poison the youth's mind, surely Yuji would continue having a nice and mature head on his shoulders.

Nanami had to drop Ijichi off at his next assignment, but other than that, all he needed was to drop Itadori off at the college and then he could return to his sick wife. Paperwork still needed to be done, but luckily he could finish that at a later time. Unfortunately, last night you had a major headache and showed signs of an upcoming sickness this morning.

He had just barely convinced you to not do remote work and just take the day off to rest instead. However, as he checked on his messages with you, he found out that you were insisting on double — no, triple mask to go to the pharmacy yourself. All while you had a 37.5-degree fever.

He tried to call you once, thrice, and all of them were left for voicemail.

Cursing inwardly, Nanami leaned his head back on the headrest. Normally, the blond man was the arbiter of restraint and level-headed thinking, but all of that went out the door at the mere thought of his sickly wife dragging herself out in the street to get some medication. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"My apologies, Itadori-kun." Nanami pushed up his glasses. "I need to take a detour before I drop you off at your dorm. I apologize for the inconvenience."

The boy blinked owlishly. "Oh that's alri — GH!"

Without another word, Nanami quickly turned left, jolting the teen to the side from the momentum, increasing the speed of his vehicle, and raced down the streets.

Within five minutes, Itadori felt like a dog left in the car as his "owner" raced into the nearest grocery store to grab medication, vegetables, and grains for the upcoming, proverbial storm. Even as the cashier tried their hardest to ignore the intense stare of the tall blond man before them, every second that ticked by as they scanned his purchase felt like hours.

As soon as he nearly threw his money on the tray and took all of the grocery bags under his toned arms, Nanami was off again, shifting into drive and ignoring the speed limit all the way back home.

Nanami could've nearly run into his apartment's chain-link garage doors if it had lifted any slower, allowing him access to his own underground parking before he landed in his designated parking spot within three seconds.

Racing out the car, he took all of the grocery bags over one muscular arm and was prepared to run off until he remembered he had a teen in the backseat.

"Itadori-kun," he said hurriedly. "Can you — " The man stopped himself short.

He originally planned to tell the boy to wait for him in the car, but caught sight of the boy's skin gleaming with sweat, reflecting one of the garage's low lights. Summer was brutal right now, with insane humidity that made Itadori's hair damp as if he had just taken a dunk in water. Even though the parking garage was cooler than it was outside, it was still unbearably hot, not to mention cruel, if he had forced the teen to just sit here and deal with it. Itadori had already waited in the hot car when he went out to grab groceries, and although he rolled the windows down, suddenly Nanami remembered all of the articles of puppies and toddlers dying in the back of cars during the summer.

Sighing, the man pushed his glasses up. "Behave yourself. Come with me."

"Ken?" Eyes wide, you held the door open. Keys were lifted up in the air in the man's hands, but you had beat him to the chase and opened the door before he managed to get the key in the keyhole. "Oh! I didn't know that you were bringing a guest." Stepping back quickly, you realized another person was standing behind your husband. "If I had known, I would've worn a surgeon mask!" Alert, you said. "Hold on, I'll go grab one right now — !"

"No need. We'll make this fast." He was about to take a step forward, but then realized that the student hadn't moved an inch ever since you opened the door. "Itadori-kun?"

As still as a statue, pink slowly rose from the boy's neck all the way up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't rip his gaze from you for even a second. Although your hair wasn't done and your face was covered, he could tell just how beautiful you were.

Furthermore, you looked just like the pin-up models he had in his room — you were just his type! Your little chemise barely ended at the middle of your thigh, and although everything important was covered up, it left little to the imagination with how the fabric hugged your waist and hips. As you held the door open for them and leaned forward, the loose triangle top of your nightgown was teasing him with the exposed curves and valleys of your chest.

You were too hot!

"Itadori-kun," Nanami repeated, irritated.

Way too hot for Nanamin!

"Nanamin! You didn't tell me that you were married!" Eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Itadori almost thought they had gotten the wrong apartment when you had just opened the door. While his mentor was an attractive man, it was like a mountain and a molehill to the teenager. Not to mention that this strict and serious ex-salaryman was hitched! To a babe no less!

Certainly, you didn't marry for personality!

He couldn't imagine what your daily life was like while Nanamin talked about doing the bare minimum and never smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, Nanami followed Itadori's stare to your state of dress. You weren't even wearing your indoor slippers, and you were absolutely breathtaking even if you had a dark clay mask over your face. He wasn't an idiot, and he could feel his blood vessels pumping harshly. Trying to remind himself with mantras of how Itadori was just a stupid, hormonal teenager, and you could dress how you wanted, and that he especially couldn't beat up Itadori. Pinching his nose bridge, the man couldn't even look at the boy. "My personal life and my work life are completely separate. I wouldn't anno — !"

"But you don't even wear a wedding ring!" Itadori insisted.

"Why would I wear my rings when my daily job involves fighting and getting messy?" Nanami rhetorically asked, stepping through your door with all the groceries in one go. "Wedding and engagement rings are investments, and I'd be damned if I lose my rings and be forced to inflate the wedding ring industry any more than I already have."

Grinning, you beamed at Itadori. Only you really know how seriously Nanami took the "three month's salary on rings" tradition, especially on his sorcerer's salary. "Now you know, Itadori-kun! If you catch him committing adultery while he's out without his ring, you'll shank him for me, right?" Placing both of your hands on your husband's waist, you laughed when you playfully tried to shake him. Of course, that didn't do much. Your man continued to stand there like a stone statue, as if you tried to rock a brick wall while he remained wholly unamused.

From your weak roughhousing, all that managed to do was drop your spaghetti strap from your shoulder. With your dress threatening to slip, Nanami sighed and quickly stood in front of you, blocking your body from Itadori's gaze. He carefully and slowly pulled your shoulder strap back up your body before you managed to flash the poor teen. When you looked up, his brown eyes met with yours.

Gently rubbing your bare shoulder with his large hand, he asked, "I thought you said you were going to Matsukiyo?"

"I was," you rasped out, voice raw from all the coughing you did. "But then I took one step outside and it was too damn hot." Laughing weakly, you said, "I slunk back like a vampire the second the humidity hit me."

The man sighed deeply, and his shoulders dropped in relief and exhaustion. While he ran around like a chicken with its head cut off from worry, he was glad that you ended up not going out after all.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls?" he said deeply, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

"I was making okayu with kombu," you explained. "Sorry," you said genuinely, "that's all I managed to make for our dinner today."

"I'm upset that you cooked in the first place," Nanami scolded. "You should be resting. I said I'd take care of it. Why were you in the kitchen when the hot fumes could make your fever even worse?" Turning away from his nagging, you pouted.

"I'm hungry though…" you mumbled, far too much like a spoiled child, and Nanami was sure, in some way, that you were spoiled, of his making too. He always prioritized you and let you have your way. "And I already ate the miyeok guk you made."

"You could've ordered delivery," the man countered.

"Nothing interested me there."

Inhaling deeply once more, Nanami tried to calm the upcoming headache he felt. There was no point in arguing with you, not when you were coughing and sick like this. "Stay here. I'm going to whip up a bowl of okayu to have with your medicine," the man ordered before he picked up a blanket you had draped over one of your couches and wrapped you in it like a burrito. When you opened your mouth, your husband only sternly repeated, "Stay."

Playfully rolling your eyes when he left to go to the kitchen, you puffed out your cheeks in mock irritation. Closing the door to your apartment so the AC couldn't escape anymore, you turned to the teen who was standing awkwardly in your home.

"Aw I'm sorry," you said, voice sounding like sandpaper again. "You know, Kento's kinda strict, but I assure you he's a good man," you said gently. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"M-Me?" Itadori sputtered. "I'm not the one taking care of him! He takes care of me! Um…" The boy grew demure when he realized he had no way to address you.

"Oh," you realized you didn't introduce yourself. "I apologize! I totally forgot! I know you since Ken talks about you and Ino all the time, but I didn't realize you didn't know me!"

Itadori gasped. "He talks about me?!"

"Of course! All good things!" you assured. "Even though Kento seems like a meanie, he's a genuine person and wouldn't exaggerate, so he wouldn't praise you unless he absolutely meant it." You knew that this was the teen that hosted Sukuna, the King of Curses. It was a heavy burden for someone who wasn't even an adult yet, and your heart grew heavy at the thought of this boy's fate.

"Before I forget…" Quickly, you ran to your bathroom and cleaned off your clay face mask before you returned with your bare face wet and a cloth Pompompurin headband keeping your hair out of the way. "I need to introduce myself."

Now Itadori was sure that you two were married with the way you introduced yourself nearly identically to your husband. With your back straight and shoulders squared, hands flat, and arms straight at your side, you closed your eyes and bowed.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Itadori-kun." You acquired your business card out of thin air and held it out for the boy. "My name is Nanami [Name], and I'm a senior project manager at Yurukawa Corp. If you or your friends ever get tired of exorcising curses and want to look into engineering, you can ask me!"

Huh?

It was too silent.

When you rose and looked up, you realized that your husband had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Standing in between you and Itadori, your husband's stern expression could freeze hell over as he stared down at Itadori with a frown, arm outstretched and his hand held up — right where Itadori's eyes would've seen your cleavage when you bent over to bow.

"Itadori-kun."

"Y-Yes!"

"We are going. Now."

The car was completely silent the entire way to the dorm rooms. Quickly shifting the car into park, Itadori jumped at the sudden stop.

No one said a word. The entire ride felt like the air was heavy enough to drown in.

"Itadori-kun." Nanami's eyes were hidden by the reflection in his glasses.

"…Yes?" the boy squeaked out, pressing his index fingers together.

"Never ogle my wife again."

[rrcenic]

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[leonw4nter]

Silver Screen

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader modern AU (The 300 followers special!)

You walk into the room, an iPad opened to the latest installment of the fanfiction series you’ve been following for quite some time carried in the nook of your arm and salted caramel boba tea in the other. Setting the sugary drink on the table beside your spot on the couch, you temporarily put your iPad down to get into a comfortable position in the small pillow and blanket nest you’ve made for yourself. With a pleased sigh and an excited grin, you take a long sip of the beverage before finally picking the iPad up and have the coziest time of your life.

You were having a solid few hours of the coziest time of your life until you heard some soft sniffling coming from somewhere in the living room along with the faint pads of feet against the wooden floorboards. You look up, your eyes finally focused on something else other than pixels that formed words on a bright screen. There, you see him: your roommate Leon whose face is in his hands, ears red, and what seems to be muffled crying– no, sobbing as he walks around in circles.

Concerned for your friend and roommate, you get up from your place and walk up to him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You place a hand on his broad back, patting and gently stroking it back and forth. Leon finally lifts his head up, wiping off his tears with the sleeve of his dark green sweatshirt.

“This author was not playing around, ended up crying.” is all he said which prompted you to try and hold back a giggle. So he’s been reading fics too, you think to yourself.

“Can I read it?” you ask, to which he nods and fishes his phone out from the pocket of his plaid pajama pants.

“Lemme find it real quick,” he responds. He’s still sniffling, the waterline of his eyes occasionally brimming with a new batch of salty tears before he blinks them away. He finally finds the fic he’s been reading, handing you his phone while he walks over to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water to stop hiccuping.

“You sure you’re fine?” you call out before you read.

“Yeah! Fic was just really… it was just something!”

You start reading the fic, your eyes trailing on the words on the screen. The words seemed familiar so you guessed that Leon had stumbled on a fic you’ve read before. Wrong! It was your fic, a fic you finished updating around last night. No wonder it was too familiar. You stared at the phone in your hand with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, a child caught with a jar of sweets in her hands when she shouldn’t have been eating sugary things. Your gaze drifted to Leon in the kitchen, who was still somehow trying to control his breathing while chugging down water like his life depended on it. He didn’t seem to notice the sudden drain of color in your face so you continue to scroll down, checking if he left any likes or reblogs or comments on your work. Another bombshell dropped: he’s the top reader of your work and the one that’s been keyboard smashing in the comments, along with the… soulful, emotional reblogs. His account is the one that’s religiously kept up with whatever you post, whether it be new fics or just random vents. BiohazardBard, the sweet account who comments nice stuff like “Don’t worry about us, take some time for yourself! U got this!!” and reblogs with tags like “UEIXGOFQWV CRIED SO HARD U DONT EVEN KNOW IEWBRXXR”on angst fanfiction is your roommate and also your crush.

You stand there in silence, mouth ajar as you continue to stare blankly into his phone, unable to process the fact that he’s aware of your online persona but he doesn’t know that it’s you. You exit the app and turn his phone off, walking over to him in the kitchen and give him pats to his shoulder to really make sure that he’s okay. If he’s calmed down then you’re not– internally, that is.

“That fic uh… it truly was something,” you sympathetically say. “Guessed that the part where uh- she leaves him was the one that got the water works going.”

“Oh um nope, it’s the part where things were slowly spiraling down. Got anxious for them then just full-on bawled when shit hit the fan,” he explains with a sheepish smile. “This fic is just bars, I love it so much actually– Might print a copy of this to take to work when I can’t be on my phone.”

To have your fics reblogged and your account be compared to the unburned version of the Library of Alexandria is one thing but to hear your number one dedicated reader say that to your face? After a breakdown? Nothing will ever top that and he doesn’t even know he just ugly-cried in front of the author he keeps up with.

“Imagine someone coming up to the front desk to be like: “hi someone stole my bike” or something and they call you over and their resident cop is just red as hell and all slobbery,” you joke.

“Shut up! I’ll try not to cry, I’m going to build immunity,” he half-jokes before taking another gulp of water.

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You lay awake at night, staring into the dark nothingness of your room. Your feelings are all convoluted– joy, fear, embarrassment, amusement, excitement– and it’s hard to pinpoint what is ruling over you. Finding out that the man whom you’ve been hinting your feelings for is obsessed with your writing? In complete adoration with the products of your mind and skill? Hopefully he doesn’t suss out on your more romantic and sappy fics, inspired by real-life events you experienced with him (with more romantic and glittery bits). It doesn’t take even a minute to decide that you’ll be keeping this secret from him in order to not make anything weird between you two. Leon already seemed embarrassed after having been caught sobbing like that by a mere set of pixels on screen so you decided that this would be best for both of you. Unable to sleep due to the combined combination of boba tea and adrenaline, you sit up and reach for your phone because reading a fic or two before bed doesn’t hurt, right?

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It’s been a few days after the little “incident” and Leon’s been more open with showing you some fics he enjoys, occasionally giving his own reviews and recommendations for you. He’s still the same guy that keyboards smashes on your comments and on his reblogs, which makes you giggle since you know who’s been sending you that. He finally came home from a long day of work only to do some more work outside of office hours, catching up on reports that some absent cops left behind and was handed over to him. Making himself a cup of coffee, he stretches his arms and hands before typing away on his dingy laptop for the next 3 hours. A few hours later, you hear some giggling coming from him so you bring your head up and spot his head once again buried in his hand, ears red but from giggling this time. He swings his legs, accidentally nudging the leg of a chair so he yelps a bit, which tugs a little chuckle from you. His ears pick up on the jolly noise coming from you, his face glowing when he sees you smile (or are you just seeing things?). He asks for you to come over to him and points at something on the screen of his laptop.

“Thought you wanted uninterrupted time for work,” you ask.

“I’m on a break, I think I deserve it,” he confidently says. “Anyways, take a look at this. Starting from here until here.”

You expected that you’d see another fic of yours but it was from another account’s instead, which disappointed you a slight bit but not that you minded too much. You finished reading the lines, the corners of your lips tugged skyward with a subtle splash of baby pink tinting your cheeks.

“Damn, that’s sweet,” you comment. “Gosh, I want what they have.”

“Me too. Like, hey God I’m still here ya know! I’ve seen what you’ve done for others!” Leon adds on.

Um, hey Leon! I’m literally right here! Do you need glasses? I’m right beside you!

Since you two were having a nice moment sharing fics and fic lines, you decided to show Leon some lines from fics you love.

“Take a look at this one,” you say as you hand him your iPad. “His description of her had me clawing at walls and biting my fist.”

Leon takes the gadget from your hands with care and places them beside his laptop, reading the lines. He reads in silence and it appears that he’s going over the line again and again.

“Who wrote this?” he asks.

“Uh, scottfree.”

“I don’t think I’m getting out of this scot-free,” Leon jokes. “Pun intended.”

“And why is that…?”

“Because I wrote that.”

You look at him in confusion, two neurons in your brain making a very, very, very slow connection in this moment.

“You’re scottfree?! And also BiohazardBard?!,” you exclaim. So he’s also scottfree, the writer whose lines you’ve screenshotted takes up about a third of all images on your phone. Amazing.

“How do you know I’m BiohazardBard?!?!,” he exclaims even louder as he gets up from his seat.

“Because um– the fic you cried over some days ago is mine! And I saw your account name and profile and I found out that you’re one of my loyal readers!”

He looks like he’s ready to wither away into nothing, become dust and probably get sucked in a vacuum cleaner.

“God that’s embarrassing,” he quietly mumbles. “Tell me: is that fic the first fic you’ve read from me? My other account, I mean– the one where I post fics.”

“Scottfree? Um, no… I’ve read like– quite a lot, actually.”

He stares blankly at you, unsure on how to absorb the information dumped on him. He’s only got a half-asleep half of a brain cell now since the rest of them were allocated on getting those papers done with the other half of the remaining brain cell, which he thinks is now gone.

“While we’re at this, um. You must know that the descriptions I write for the love interests are usually what I wished I could say to you or how I’d describe you. When he’s telling her how magical it is to be around her presence? I’ve daydreamed one too many times about really saying that you,” he quietly confides in you. “If I want to write another story, I hope I could write it alongside you.”

They really weren’t playing with slow-burn romance where both of them are too shy to confess their feelings. It’s happening to me right now! I’m in the confession part of the story!

“I guess it’s a writer thing for writers to include parts of someone they like in their works because I did the same thing for my works, actually. If I wanna come up with a real sweet line, I just think about you and I wish that I’d say these to you. Maybe I’ll wish that whatever I write the love interest to say, I’ll hear you say them to me too and uh… manifesting is real I guess, I dunno,” you awkwardly laugh. “Guess the feeling’s mutual, huh.”

“Yeah. Wow, this is… this is amazing. Real amazing,” Leon softly says.

“Mhm.”

“So…”

“So… what now…?”

“I guess this makes as mutuals in terms of accounts and feelings," the blond grins.

NOTE - Once again, thank you to the lovely 310 people who decided to follow me and keep up with whatever I post :)) I first came up with this while I was washing my cats' bowls and I intended for it to be a drabble but I just decided to make it a fic in the end. Still working on other reqs rn so expect some more posts in the coming days <33 If your usernames are somehow the same as the usernames that I made up for this fic then I didn't mean that and it's just a coincidence 😭🙏 Also y'all gotta hear me out on Francis Mosses from That's Not My Neighbor, he's cute :3 Judging from my mlist, I'm not sure if I love RE2R Leon hmm I'm not too sure 🤔 Anyways, that's all and thank you for reading my fics!!!!!!!!! I <33333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5069

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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10.

OMNISCIENT Yasmine's car accident occurred seven to eight months ago, and she has made significant progress in her healing journey. However, she has not been in contact with Jey since their breakup, which was primarily due to her focus on her mental health.

She has returned to work and is exceeding her own expectations. At the performance center, she was energetically moving between the ropes, focusing on her cardio workout.

As she paused to catch her breath, she reached for her water bottle. It was at that moment she heard someone calling her name. Turning around, she spotted Trinity and Bianca entering the room.

"Hey, baby girl!" Trinity greeted her as she gave her a warm hug.

"Hey, ya'll, how y'all been?" She asked.

"We've been doing well. Just come to check up on you and see how you're doing," Yasmine nodded her head, smiling at them.

She packed her things in her gym and walked with Trinity and Bianca to chat it up with each other. They all sat down together at the table, drinking their drinks.

"So, have you spoken with him?" Bianca asked as Yasmine shook her head.

"No, I haven't spoken to him in a while. Why?" Yasmine said.

Bianca shook her head. "I was just trying to figure out what was going on with you two." Yasmine did miss him dearly. She even started to have nightmares at night, feeling scared she missed being around his presence.

But to her, he was too intoxicated for her, "now I would be lying if I didn't say that I miss him, guys," Yasmine confessed as Bianca and Trinity looked at her.

"We understand, girl, hundred percent. We know you do, but Minks, you had to do what was necessary, even if I did hurt for a while," Bianca said as she agreed with them.

"But enough about him. So, girl, all of us were planning to head to the club tonight. Are you down?"

"Hell, yeah, I need to leave the house anyway," Yasmine said as they laughed together.

✧˚° Yasmine stepped out of the performance center and slid into her brand-new car, which she had bought just last month. She tossed her gym bag and purse onto the backseat before turning the ignition to life.

While she did that, she felt her phone buzzing. Seeing that Jonathan had texted her, she picked up her phone and read the message.

Big Jim 🩸 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Big Jim🩸: Wassup Minks! I was just checking up on you since I haven't seen you last time Yasmine🩵: I'm doing well Jon thanks for asking Big Jim🩸: you still coming to the club with us later on? Yasmine🩵: yeah, ofc! I need to be out the house anyways Yasmine🩵: are you and Josh good? Big Jim🩸: yeah, we good have yall spoken to each other since? Yasmine🩵: No we haven't I do miss him tho, how is he if I may ask? Big Jim🩸: he's doing well honestly he become a singles champion and just been chilling also if you wanted to know or if you care him and that girl Liv are no more Yasmine🩵: really? That's interesting what happened? Big Jim🩸: he found out that she was just with him for his money so he cut things off with her Yasmine🩵: that's crazy Jon Big Jim🩸: he's fine tho Yasmine🩵: that's good honestly I'm happy for him Big Jim🩸: yeah me too but I'll holla at you later minks Yasmine🩵: kk

Yasmine arrived home safely at last. After turning off her car, she collected her purse and gym bag from the backseat before closing the door behind her. Once she unlocked her apartment door, she slipped off her shoes and set her gym bag down on the floor.

Yasmine had finally secured her own apartment after leaving Montez and Bianca's place, eager to embrace her newfound independence. She made her way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to retrieve the leftovers from the previous night's meal.

As she waited for her food to heat up in the microwave, she casually scrolled through her social media feed, checking in on what everyone was up to. It was during this moment that she noticed Jey, and her attention was instantly captured.

He was shirtless, holding his IC champion around his shoulders, all wet, and looking good. She was happy that he was doing well and being happy without even paying attention; she liked his story.

Before she could proceed with her thoughts, she heard the microwave beeping, signaling that the food was done heating up.

She grabbed her food from the microwave and something to drink before heading inside the living room.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omg girl you gonna have to let me come visit your living room is cute asf and cozy jonathanfatu replied to your story: when did yo' ass get a crib sis? MontezFordWWE replied to your story: can't believe you moved out 🥲🥲 trinity_fatu replied to your story: we gotta have a mini sleep over girl tiffanywwe replied to your story: omgggg girl I love your living room uceyjucey replied to your story: damn you living good girl

She saw that Jey had responded to her story, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She was engrossed in her favorite Netflix series, Bridgerton, which she adored, particularly for its steamy scenes.

While enjoying her dinner, she kept a close eye on the clock, knowing she needed to prepare for a night out at the club with Bianca and the others.

After months of silence and separation, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her at the thought of seeing Jey again. Yet, deep down, she recognized that she was still on her journey of healing from her past trauma.

Yasmine successfully obtained a restraining order against Carmelo, ensuring that if he approaches her, he will face termination from the company. She felt a sense of relief and satisfaction that Paul finally took action to protect her.

After finishing her meal, she headed upstairs to her bedroom, eager to select the perfect outfit for a night out with her friends. She was looking forward to enjoying every moment of their time together.

She just purchased a two-piece denim ensemble that fit her figure perfectly, laying it on the bed as she reached for her towel.

✧˚° Yasmine applied a final layer of lip gloss, perfecting her makeup, before reaching for her phone to check the time. It was nearly time to head out and meet Bianca and the others at the club.

She picked up her purse and keys, taking careful steps down the stairs in her heels before heading out the door and sliding into her car.

When she put the address on her maps she began driving towards the destination, Yasmine was vibing out to some music while fluffing her curly hair.

To be honest, she felt a bit anxious about the upcoming meeting, as it would be the first time she and Jey would reunite. She just hoped that nothing unexpected would occur between them.

As she gazed up at the sky, the vibrant hues of the sunset painted a beautiful scene around her. With that breathtaking view in mind, she finally arrived at her destination, spotting Bianca patiently waiting for her.

When they made eye contact with each other her and Bianca waved at each other. Yasmine parked her car while turning it off before exiting out her car with her purse.

"Oh my goodness girl, you look so fucking sexy in this outfit!" Bianca exclaimed as she hugged Yasmine.

"Why, thank you dearest, you should take my pictures so I can post it on my story," Yasmine commented on as Bianca nodded her head while using yasmine's phone to take her pictures.

After snapping some photos, she and Bianca headed into the club, which was absolutely packed. They were fortunate to even get inside, given how crowded it was.

They were both passing through the crowd as Bianca was holding her hand making sure that she didn't get lost.

Yasmine felt a jolt of surprise as she reached their table, her heart racing at the sight of the person she had severed all connections with. He looked incredibly handsome, effortlessly stylish with his red cup in hand, and his fit physique only added to the intensity of the moment.

Jey sported an all-black ensemble, complemented by stylish panda dunks. His look was further enhanced by a striking Cuban silver chain and a sleek silver Rolex adorning his wrist.

The intricate detail of his mullet, featuring a fade at both ends, captivated her attention until Trinity's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Yasmine? You good?" She asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine tell yo' fat head ass husband to move over so I can sit with y'all," Yasmine said as Jonathan turned his head quick when she said that.

"Little girl I know you ain't talking—" before he could finish trinity popped him upside the head telling him to scoot over.

"you ain't have to hit me Trin," He muttered before rolling his eyes.

Yasmine settled into her seat, making herself comfortable as she poured a drink. In one swift motion, she downed the beverage, quickly following it with her chaser.

The Dj started to play don't tell em as Bianca and Trin got up from their seats heading towards the dance floor.

"C'mon Minks!" Bianca shouted as Yasmine followed them to the dance floor, they were all dancing with each other having a good time.

Yasmine started to throw it back as Bianca and Trinity were hyping her up while she dropped it down low.

She had them Megan Knees for sure.

She sensed a gaze fixed on her, and when she turned, she caught Jey looking at her intently, his lips glistening as he licked them.

The way he was looking at her made her uneasy, so she averted her gaze and concentrated on her friends instead. She watched Trinity dancing playfully, and the laughter of the group filled the air, momentarily easing her tension.

JEY She looked absolutely stunning in that outfit, and it hit me just how much I've missed having her beautiful presence in my life. Since we ended things a few months back, I've really transformed. I can genuinely say that I've missed her more than I expected.

I had broken things off with me and Liv after finding out she was with me for my money and messing around with some dude name Dominick after that it made me realize that I fucked up badly with Yasmine.

My thoughts were interrupted by my twin brother nudging me on the shoulder catching my attention.

"You goin' to get her back or what Uce?" Jon asked me as I looked toward Yasmine's way then back to Jon.

"Honestly I don't know man, what if she still needs time? I mean I'm willing to wait I just don't wanna hurt her again," I confessed not sure of what to do right now.

I heard my brother sighing, "Look you've changed since then aight? you can win her heart back, lemme' see if the Dj can change the music to get the vibe right," I listen to him while nodding my head before placing the red cup on my lips taking a sip of water.

My eyes couldn't leave her direction seeing her sway her hips and bouncing that ass of hers just made me want to snatch her little ass up but that had to wait.

That's when I heard the music changing seeing the girls facial expressions changed into an annoyed one, they were playing Million By Tink one of Yasmine's favorite songs.

I chuckled to myself while thinking 'I see what you did there Twin,' I saw that Yasmine was all by herself while Bianca and Trinity came back to the table.

I couldn't bear the thought of her being alone, so I took a final sip from my cup before setting it aside and making my way to her.

Trin and Them caught on, saying, "They're about to kiss and make up, just wait and see." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Trin's comment. As I approached her, I made sure not to startle her; I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, which made her jump slightly.

Until I wrapped my arms around her waist before whispering in her ear, "it's okay mama it's just me relax," she did what she was told to do as her body relaxed in my arms.

'Your love is a one in a million It goes on and on and on You give me a really good feeling All Million, million'

As we moved together, the rhythm of our bodies created an electric connection, her movements igniting feelings within me. Yet, I was determined to tread carefully, not wanting to jeopardize the bond we were building once more.

I gently pressed my lips against her neck, a tender gesture that likely sent ripples of sensation through her, prompting her to turn and meet my gaze.

She was so fucking gorgeous I could just say fuck it and take her ass home but I wanted us to have this moment together it was something very needed.

"If I'm being honest, I've missed you Yasmine like so much," I confessed.

"I missed you too Josh, but I'm doing better than I was last time," she said as she turned around now facing me with her arms wrapped around my neck.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and I found myself drawn to her lips before returning my gaze to her captivating eyes.

"You look so sexy tonight it's killing me right now," she raised an eyebrow at me while having a grin on her face.

"Well I wore this for you but to look good of course," we both chucked at each other before she laid her head on my chest.

Being in her presence again was an incredible feeling; the way we intertwined felt destined, as if we were truly meant for one another.

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you'

She clasped her tiny hands within my larger ones, swaying her hips to the rhythm as she sang the lyrics directly to me.

'Cause you touch my spirit, can you feel it, give me that There's a passion for it, can't ignore it, give me that, love 'Cause your love give me goosebumps Your the right one when I need some, I call you Real love never gives up on a Tuesday If it does rain, you come through'

'Your love's like a big hug on a bad day Just what I need in my life You're one in a million When I wake what's the first thing on my mind'

She made eye contact with me before singing, "your love is like my drug, I can't live without it, that's just what you do to me boy," Yasmine serenaded as I turned her around causing her to throw it back on me which caught me off guard.

We heard The girls hyping her up as she hid her face while giving them the middle finger, my hands were on her hips as she continued to dance on me. I wanted to tapped that ass but Montez was here so I didn't do it.

Yasmine was getting me all bricked up in my jeans, I'd adjust myself quick letting her continue to be herself with me.

"For your love I'd proudly climb a mountain," she continued to sing to me which made me chuckle.

"You gonna climb a mountain for my love huh? you something else girl," I replied turning her body around so she could be facing me placing my hands on her butt keeping them rested there

'That's just what you do to me boy You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me'

"Josh?" She called for me.

"What's up mama?"

"Can we like take things slow this time? I feel like we moved way too fast last time," I nodded my head listening to her request knowing how things ended between us.

"You know I got'chu little mama, I'm a different man than I was before let me take care of you aight?" I said softly as she gazed up at me with her innocent eyes.

'Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) On and on and on (Somethin' you do to me)'

I placed a soft kiss on her forehead as she laid her head onto my chest yet again as we continued to vibe out for the night.

As the night came to a close, I noticed that Yasmine and the girls had indulged a bit too much. Taking it upon myself to ensure Yasmine got home safely, I gently lifted her and guided her to her car. With her keys in hand, I unlocked the door, ready to help her settle in.

I carefully settled her into her seat, securing the seatbelt around her and draping a blanket from the backseat over her. It's essential to always have that blanket on hand for moments like this.

I secured it around her body before closing the door. Then, I slid into the passenger seat, started the engine, and carefully backed out of the parking lot, driving away.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Jey arrived at Yasmine's apartment complex, smoothly parking her car and shutting off the engine. As he stepped out, his gaze fell upon her, serene and asleep. He couldn't resist the urge to tenderly stroke her cheek, cherishing the moment.

He stepped out of the car and made his way to her side, opening the door and gently unbuckling her seatbelt. As he lifted her effortlessly, Jey took her purse and slung it over his shoulder, ensuring she was comfortable in his arms.

As he approached the door, he used her key to unlock it, pushing the door open with one hand while effortlessly kicking off his shoes.

'Your love's like a back rub when I back up And you catch what I throw down Your love's what I breathe from, I would go numb If you left me here right now'

Jey gently set Yasmine down on the couch, and as she stirred in her sleep, she let out soft whines reminiscent of a baby. This adorable sound brought a smile to his face, highlighting her undeniable charm.

He settled beside her, gently removing her heels and giving her feet a soothing massage. After a moment of relaxation, he carefully placed her shoes on the nearby shoe rack by the door.

He scanned the apartment, appreciating the beautiful decorations that adorned the space, when something caught his eye.

The photograph of her and Jey, carefully framed, held a special place in her heart, especially now that they were no longer together. It warmed his heart to know that she cherished that memory enough not to discard it.

'Our love gets stronger when we break up We'll be right back in no time And our love's made of concrete when you rock me I just feel so safe and'

He chose to remove his shirt and jeans while he carried Yasmine to her bedroom during his stay here.

He gently moved to the other side of the bed, carefully laying her down and wrapping the blanket snugly around her before joining her beneath it.

That's when he could hear her calling his name, "Josh? Please don't leave me..." when he heard that he pulled her body closer to his just for her to feel his warmth.

"I'm not going anywhere baby, I'm right here always right here,"  Jey reassured her as her eyes fluttered opened just to get a good look on his  face.

Their eyes locked in a captivating gaze, her delicate hands gently traced his cheeks, igniting a familiar thrill within him. Meanwhile, Jey's hands found their way to her waist, giving it a playful squeeze that heightened the electric tension between them.

She gazed deeply into his eyes while he sensually licked his lips, captivated by her beauty. In that moment, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against his, sharing a tender kiss.

He returned her kiss with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. Jey loomed over her, creating a sense of intimacy that made her feel delicate as they lost themselves in their passionate embrace.

Yasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his presence, while his hands gently rested on her waist. For a brief moment, they separated just enough to lock eyes, creating an electric connection between them.

"Fuck, I missed this and you so bad Ma," Jey said softly as he pecked her lips.

"I did too Josh...I really did," She said.

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why'

'I fuck with you, in love with you, I run with you, oh yeah I fuck with you, in love with you, I run with you, oh yeah'

He pressed his gentle lips against her neck, showering her with tender, moist kisses while her fingers tangled playfully in his mullet.

Yasmine longed for the connection they once shared, feeling the intensity of his body pressing against her soaked panties, a reminder of the desire that still lingered between them.

He pulled up her shirt, grabbing both her soft breasts and swirling his tongue around the nipples, causing her to moan softly.

"J-Josh..." Yasmine moaned as he gazed up at her.

"Lemme' take care of you, baby girl," He said as he continued to suck both of her breasts.

He was determined to approach their relationship with patience, fully aware of her past experiences. Before their breakup, he had been careful not to let her feel as though she was being taken for granted.

He tenderly pressed his lips against every inch of her skin, savoring the warmth of her body, before his attention shifted to her now moist panties. With deliberate slowness, he peeled them away, his eyes locked onto her with a mix of desire and admiration.

Jey began rubbing her wet folds causing her to flinch at his touch since it's been a while since they done something like this.

He didn't really do much for her to be this wet for him and only him.

"I'm still your peacemaker mama?" He asked as she nodded her head.

"Y-yes Josh...you're still my peacemaker even when I called things off with you..."

He smiled as he licked his fingers, his lips began kissing her folds as Yasmine arched her back.

MINI SMUT WARNING Jey began flicking his tongue in her clit as he was making out with her pussy, Yasmine was moaning his name softly while her hands were gripping onto his mullet.

He gazed up at her, seeing her squirming underneath his touch. "Mhm, mama," He muttered.

That's when he stuck both fingers inside of her, slowly moving them back and forth while continuing to eat her out.

"O-Oh my gosh, Josh..." Yasmine moaned as she sat up, watching him eating her out like it was his last meal.

He was gazing up at her as they made eye contact with each other swirling his tongue around her clit as he moved his fingers faster inside of her.

"Give me that shit mama, squirt on my face,"

She threw her head back in pleasure continuing to grip on his mullet, He knew that she was going to squirt on his face so he was prepared for anything.

He kept digging his fingers into her G-spot while he held onto her thighs tightly so that she wouldn't escape.

"I feel it coming, baby. Relax your body and let it go for me," Jey cooed softly.

Yasmine felt a pit in her stomach knowing that she about to cum, she let out a loud moan as she squirted all over his face.

'Your love's like my drug, I can't live without it That's just what you do to me boy For your love I'd proudly climb a mountain That's just what you do to me boy'

'You are, yeah, yeah, you are One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me You are, yeah, yeah, you are'

'One in a million, one in a million, one in a million to me'

She felt her body shaking as he continued to finger her, getting the last bit of her orgasm out of her. Jey pulled out his fingers, kissing both ends of her thighs, trying to calm her down, seeing that the mess on her bedsheets was wet.

SMUT OVER She and Jey locked eyes, sharing a lighthearted laugh before Jey casually wiped his mouth with his hand. He approached her, gently pressing his lips against hers, their foreheads resting together in a tender moment.

Yasmine gently cupped his face with her tiny hands, showering him with affectionate kisses that made him chuckle at her adorable charm.

"A'ight A'ight mama, c'mon let's get you cleaned up girl," Jey said as he carried Yasmine bridal style into her bathroom.

Following their shared shower, they nestled together in bed, wrapped snugly in blankets.

'Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) Goes on and on and on (Somethin' you do to me) On and on and on (Somethin' you do to me)'

Jey gently played with her hair as he listened to her soft snores while she slept peacefully on his chest. It was in that serene moment that he felt his phone vibrate.

He snatched his phone from the dresser, noticing a text from Liv. As he read her message, he couldn't help but roll his eyes in exasperation.

Liv😒 sent a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Liv😒: Jey? Baby I'm sorry can we start over? Jey: nah we can't start over I'm with someone new now Liv😒: who? Jey: that's none of yo' business so how about you stop playing on my phone and leave me alone respectfully. Liv😒: it's that bitch Yasmine ain't it? Why are you dealing with someone like her when she's mentally unstable Jey: because I love her that's all you need to know and watch yo' fucking mouth speaking on her Liv😒: Idgaf about her ass she don't deserve a man like you who has to deal with her shit Jey: don't matter imma still be there for her regardless so gtfo please Liv😒: whatever you'll be back with me before you know it and I'm going to taking everything away from her Jey: yeah we'll see

He let out a heavy sigh as he set his phone down on the dresser, struggling to comprehend how he had ended up dating someone like her—so irritating and, to make matters worse, a gold digger.

'You give me a really good feelin' You can make life worth livin' You can be the piece I'm missin' Love is amazing, we get through when we just listen'

'You can be the voice I carry You can be the man I marry We can have this for a very Long time, what's the wrong time When the right time is a life time You remember back when'

He looked down at Yasmine, noticing her restless movements in her sleep. Gently, he cupped her chin and pressed a tender kiss on her lips, whispering sweet words just above a murmur.

"I got'chu Minks I will never hurt you again or have you gone from my sight,"

'A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you A million, million, million, people tell me not To trust in you But there's a million, million, million, million reasons why I fuck with you'

He shut his eyes and gently slipped into slumber.

SomeThing Bout' Us

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A/n: I'm happy that her and Jey had finally made up along with starting fresh something that they both needed honestly. Liv and Melo aren't to happy about that.

But I hope yall enjoyed this chapter lmk in the comments below will be updating again I am feeding yall good atm 💁🏽‍♀️

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𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

The Confirmation

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A week had gone by, everyone was still adjusting to their guest who had been recovering in the med bay. Upon learning that he had a family, he tried to become less anxious around them. But of course, old habits were hard to get rid of, he would jump, flinch and move away whenever one of the boys tried to get close to him.

But he was familiar with them now. He knew their names, Splinter explained who was who, whenever he woke up the next day after he cried in front of him. Man, how embarrassing that was. Crying in front of his newly found father? He must be disappointed in him.

Leo was currently inside the med bay, he no longer needed the crutches, though he did limp around, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Leo was checking over the vitals and lightly touching the nameless turtle to see if his injuries had healed up. Leo gave a brief touchdown on what he saw; his bruising had gone down significantly, almost invisible unless you were right up in his personal space.

To be honest he wasn’t all badly hurt, a few bruises but nothing serious. It was mostly the fatigue, hunger and dehydration that concerned Leo the most, but given how his nameless brother stayed in bed and was drinking the water like there was no tomorrow, he became less worried.

”Food.” Leo mutters out, causing the turtle with yellowed markings to hesitantly look at him in puzzlement. “Ah, sorry. Just…we haven’t seen you eat yet. Are you hungry?”

Incredibly so.

But he was too scared to ask for food. Sure, he sensed that they would give him food if he asked, but he was more so scared about what to eat. He doesn’t remember the last time he had some actual good food. The only thing he managed to eat in the prison dimension was…

He shivered. He didn’t want to think about it. He was out of there. He wasn’t going to go back. He was free from that place. Or…as free as one can be. He was still aware of himself when it hit bedtime. He hardly slept cause when he did, he would get nightmares of the Krang.

The last nightmare occurred only last night. It was more of a memory than a made-up dream. He couldn’t exactly remember every detail, but he recalled running away but was caught by Sister Krang. She always had a temper and enjoyed toying with him when she was bored. Which was basically every day.

She would throw him around, breaking his arm in the process. Then she’d pinned him down and with her icky tentacles which would wrap around his throat and choke him.

He forced himself awake after that, having his hand around his throat as he tried to breathe normally again. He felt suffocated but he tried to not wake anyone up. He didn’t need to be more of a burden.

And that was all last night.

“Hey…you okay?” Leo softly asks, slowly getting in front of him so he could focus. He blinks and stiffly nods back. Leo frowns in concern, he hasn’t been talking much. Maybe his throat was damaged? No, he spoke briefly before. Maybe he just wasn’t comfortable yet. That was definitely a high possibility, and Leo wasn’t one to try and force someone to do something they weren’t comfortable with.

”So…I have some good news.”

Good news?

Leo smiles, “I believe you’re well enough to start walking around! What do you say? Want to check the place out?” He announces before offering to give him a tour. The nameless turtle widens his eyes as he self-consciously digs his fingers into his legs. Leo was telling him can go outside the med bay?

He already found the med bay to be a place of comfort. He didn’t think he could leave yet. 

Leo seemed to sense his discomfort as he gave a warm and gentle look. “I know it’s scary. But it would be really good for you to stretch your legs, and I don’t know, explore? If you want, I can stay with you while you look around?”

Well, that did make him feel just a little bit relaxed. He figured it was about time he grew a pair and leave the med bay. If he was Leo’s brother, he didn’t want the red eared slider to think he was some pathetic weak guy.

The nameless brother nods, shifting slightly to sit on the edge of the bed as he pulls himself off. Leo was by his side in an instant, hovering nearby to make sure he didn’t fall over. 

His legs felt wobbly, holding onto the wall for stability as he crept his way towards the door. Leo was quick to make sure the door was open for him to go through. The light was blinding but his vision fixed itself as he slowly poked his head outside. Looking left to right.

He didn’t sense or see any potential threats. “Welcome to the lair! A.K.A. Our home!” Leo announces with an excited grin, throwing his hands out to gesture to the larger space.

The nameless turtle steps further out, his legs no longer as wobbly as before, he was a little hunched over due to nerves as he looks around. The place wasn’t as bright as he thought it would be, it reminded him of a tunnel?

I mean there was light no doubt, but overall, it was easy on the eyes. He didn’t know where exactly he was stationed at but Leo none the less began listing off the rooms he showed him.

”This is the kitchen. Mikey makes the best meals here!”

”Oh, this is the living room. We watch a lot of movies. You like Jupiter Jim, right? Or are you a Lou Jitsu fan?”

What?

Leo had showed him the front door of Donnie’s lab. It was shut so one can only guess it was occupied. “This is Donnie’s lab. And room. He likes to basically live in there.”

”Oh this is Mikey’s room. And that over there is Raph’s.”

Leo walks away, as the nameless brother took a moment to analyse the new place. It was strange, he’s never seen this many rooms before.

”Over here!”

Leo’s voice had him jump out of shock; he turns around to find him standing in front of a train?

”This is my room. The best room.”

Leo offers him to go inside and check it out. With much hesitation, Leo’s nameless brother crept inside to take a peek. The room was very much Leo. In the sense that it was blue. Dark blue wallpaper, a lighter blue rug in the centre, and even his bedsheet was blue.

But there were other colours too, orange pillows, a red poster hanging on the wall beside his bed that was pushed up against the wall. His mattress was also red.

Specks of purple was visible as well, like the lamp. While it was very subtle it reminded the nameless guest of the other brothers.

Leo also had a gaming machine in the corner. A shimmering light from two familiar blades caught his eye. It was the swords that he recognised when he used one of them in the prison dimension to block the attack from Prime.

He hasn’t attacked or blocked the Krang’s advancement in years. So at that moment it felt…strangely empowering.

”You okay?” Leo gently spoke up from behind, careful to not be too loud. The other mutant nods and turns back to leave the room. Leo watched him with curious eyes but didn’t press further as he walks by his side.

”We also have a dojo and a gaming room. But we can show you that another time.”

The nameless turtle nods in agreement as he takes in a breath, he was still processing what he was introduced to. “Ah, good you’re walking.” A familiar but sudden voice made the turtle that was had only recently recovered flinch and grip Leo’s arm due to being surprised. Leo blinks and assuringly gave a light pat on his nameless brother's hand before giving a scolding look to Donnie who had appeared from his lab.

”Dude.”

”What? I was simply making an observation. Anyway, Leo, bring him to my lab for me please.”

Donnie wasted no time and scurries back inside the comfort of his lab. Leo rolls his eyes and leads their guest over. “Donnie what are you up to?” Leo questions, walking inside as saw how his twin gestured towards a chair for their newfound brother to sit at.

With much hesitance, the nervous turtle follows the instruction and sits stiffly on the chair. “I told you that I need a blood sample to indicate if he is truly our brother.”

Leo widens his eyes and quickly stepped in front of Donatello. “You’re not seriously going to stick a needle in him, are you? You saw the way he reacted last time.” Leo hisses in a much more hushed tone, he didn’t want to freak out the elephant in the room.

”What other choice do I have? You know that I can’t accept the fact of a new addition to the family without some sort of proof that he’s related to us.”

”I know, I know. And I can understand that. But Don, he’s like a skittish cat. He’ll run and probably hurt himself by, I don’t know, tripping over his feet or something.” Leo explains his concerns with the idea. While the two twins conversed with each other, they had been completely unaware that the turtle they were talking about had been listening in.

He managed to hear a few things. Like the word needle and he froze. Shaking in the chair. But he also heard that the purple one, Donnie, only wanted to confirm if he was going to be a new addition to the family. And well…he could understand where he was coming from. To be honest, he himself found it hard to believe that he had 4 brothers he never knew of until a few days ago.

So maybe…he wouldn’t mind the needle if it meant putting everyone’s mind at ease. “Do it.” He spoke, his voice loud enough for Leo and Donnie to be caught off guard with, the two staring owlishly at him. 

“I won’t…run. Make it quick please.”

He looks away, trying to avoid what he could assume were judging stares. “Hey, look, it’s fine. You only just recovered, if you’re not up for a needle, it’s fine.” Leo tried to reason, not wanting to add unnecessary stress.

”I’ll be fine…please do it.” 

Donnie and Leo share a look, the two silently questioning him but Donnie sighs and walks away to gather his tools. When he returned, he held a small needle and some wipes.

”Leo you're the expert on the medical area. Help me find a vein.”

Leo scoffs but listens and heads back to the nameless turtle. “I’m going to look for a vein, so I’m going to touch your arm, okay?”

He watched as his claimed brother nods in approval. Leo got to work, tapping on the arm, noticing how the muscles tensed before relaxing. Leo made sure to be gentle and not linger on a spot for too long. He did narrow his eyes in slight frustration, it was difficult to find a good vein on him.

After a few more prodding he managed to find one. “Okay, Donnie, found one.” Leo announces, the purple masked mutant made his way over, cleaning the sharp part of the needle as he feels around the vein Leo found for him.

”All right, here we go.”

The nameless turtle had to look away with closed eyes. He was trying so hard to not shake and fighting his flight instincts. He wanted to run, hide. But he fought back with himself and stayed still.

Then…came the familiar and painful pinch of the needle going in.

He gasps in shock, before biting his lip and twitching which made it more difficult for Donnie to draw blood. “Easy there. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Leo spoke up, gently rubbing at his shoulder to calm him down. Which seemed to work.

Both Leo and Donnie felt their heart clench when they heard him let out a tiny, distressed chirp. 

Once Donnie had gotten enough blood, he pulls the needle out and quickly used the wipes to clean the small wound. Leo helping by applying some pressure on the hole to make sure the blood didn’t completely flow out.

”It’ll take a couple hours but I’m going to run the diagnostic.” Donnie gets up, carefully holding the blood in the needle and making his way over to an empty vial, emptying the liquid into it as he then carried the blood tube to a machine in the corner.

Leo watched before refocusing on the turtle who had been shaking and breathing heavily. “You okay? It’s over now.” Leo both inquired and reassures, rubbing the shoulder of his claimed brother.

”Bed…I want to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but Leo understood what he was saying. Helping him out the chair and leading him back to the med bay. As they were walking, Mikey and Raph had returned from going out to the surface to check on New York after the invasion. The city was still rebuilding itself and cleaning up, but overall, it seemed to be okay. No crimes happening as well, which was a plus.

Mikey beams at the sight of his walking brother, “Your up! Oh, wow, how’re you feeling? Did Leon give you the tour?” Mikey inquired excitedly, bouncing over. 

Leon?

“Hey Mike, sorry to cut this short but this guy was just heading back to the med bay. He’s still tired.” Leo gently explains as Mikey pouts a bit. “Oh….well is it okay if I come by later to see how you’re doing?”

The new claimed brother slowly nods. Too tired to properly respond with his voice as Leo went back to leading him to the comfort of the bed. Raphael hung back, watching them to make sure everything went smoothly. ”Get some sleep. We’ll come by later.” Leo noted as he gently tucked in the nameless turtle before stepping out the room and closing the door for his privacy.

Leo sighs and looks to Raph who gave him a small head tilt. “Everything okay?” He softly questions, to which Leo hums and nods briefly. “Yeah. He’s still a bit anxious. But I showed him around the lair. He also took a visit to Donnie’s lab.”

”He did?”

”Yeah, uh, we managed to get some of his blood. So Donnie is running some tests.”

Mikey and Raph both remain silent at this. They knew that could only mean that with Donnie’s research, they would know for sure if they did indeed have a fifth brother.

”If…if he is our brother, which I firmly believe he is. Do you think he’s older or younger?” Mikey hums at his own question, Leo and Raph both place their hands under their chins in thought.

”I think…judging from his size, he’s at least older than Mikey.” Raph commented out loud, Leo nodding along in agreement. “Yeah. He could be around the same age as Donnie and I?” Leo openly suggests but he sounds unsure himself.

”It would help if we knew about him…” Mikey frowns, the three both thinking to themselves.

Then, Mikey has a thought. “What if we can…?” He perks up, noticing Raph and Leo looking at him in puzzlement. “What do you mean?” Raph interrogated, to which Mikey smirks in pride at his idea.

”Draxum! He created him right? Surely he must know.”

Leo groans, slumping his shoulders. “Not that guy. What if he throws him off a roof?” He slightly took a dig at the scientist. “He won’t. He’s good now, remember? Let me contact him to come over!” Mikey beams, taking his phone out to text the sheep man.

”I don’t know…what if he doesn’t know? Or freaks him out?”

Raph casts a glance at the med bay room.

”We won’t know for sure until we do it.” Mikey gave his brothers the best puppy dog look he could muster, and it worked as Leo and Raph tense before grumbling under their breath and giving Mikey the green light to contact Draxum.

What was that smell?

It was a pleasant one. Nothing like the smells from the prison dimension that he was trapped in for years. Whatever this smell that woke him up, it made his stomach grumble and lips slightly watery.

Opening his eyes he grunts lightly and sits up in the bed. He felt…replenished from the nap he took. He didn’t know what time it was, but he didn’t really care, time to him was in short meaningless. Back in the prison dimension it was hard to tell from day and night. Everything mostly always looked the same. So, he sort of gave up on the whole telling the time.

He recalled what he did. He remembered Leo helping him out and he showed him his home, but he can barely remember what everything looks like, he felt bad about that, especially when Leo looked eager to show him around.

He ran into Donnie, who brought him to his lab. After that…ah, right the needle. No wonder his arm felt a little off.

He saw Mikey and Raph briefly, but he didn’t really talk to them, too tired. Then Leo took him back to the med bay and he must’ve fell asleep the moment his head hit the fluffy pillow.

And now here he was, awoken up from a lovely scent that he was so curious to know on what it was. 

“Knock, knock. You up?” A familiar face pokes inside. Raph.

When Raphael saw him awake he opens the door more and steps inside. “Sorry if Raph woke ya. I was coming by to check if you were okay.” He smiles a bit awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

Big.

That was the first thing he always noticed about Raphael. He could easily tower over him, but yet, Raph always tried to appear small to not just him, but to the others. It was…a strange sight to witness sometimes.

”So…I heard ya started walking today. Must’ve been nice to stretch your legs, right?” Raph smiles, trying to start a conversation with his unnamed lost brother who blinks at him and nods.

”It…was nice.”

Raph was a bit taken back by his voice but smiles none the less. “How are you feeling? You’ve been sleeping for quite a bit. Not that it’s a bad thing.” Raph lightly interrogated in curiosity, he always wanted to have a chat with their guest, but he always thought he’d scared him due to his size.

”Good. I think.”

”That’s good. Leo was telling us before that some mutants heal differently. For us, we all heal a bit differently. Mikey heals pretty quick; in a few days he’ll be up. Donnie is like 50/50, depending on the injury. Leo probably takes a week before he’s fine. I personally take the longest so far, my record is so far a week and 2 days.”

Raph lightly smiles and stared down at his nameless turtle. “But I think you’ve broke the record now.”

”Sorry…”

”Oh! It’s nothing to be sorry about. Everyone’s bodies are different.”

Raph briefly panicked that he might’ve said the wrong thing when he heard the apology but sighs in relief when it didn’t seem to trigger anything from his newfound brother. Raph noticed how he was sniffing the air, no doubt the scent of pizza catching his attention. “You hungry? We got some pizza for dinner.” Raph offered; he was met with a tilt of the head.

”Pi….zza?”

”Ah, right. You’ve never had it before. Uh…be right back.” Raphael stood up, scurrying out the med bay. In a few seconds he returns with Leo who claps his hand.

”Okay! So, Raph says you must be hungry?”

”Um….maybe?”

”Thats good. That’s very good. Let’s get some food in ya shall we?”

Leo pokes his head out to call out to Mikey. “Yo, hermano! Mind making some soup?” 

“On it!”

Soup…? I thought Raph said it was this thing called a Pizza?

He didn’t question it out loud, as he looks up at Leo and Raph who sat down on some chairs. “Oh, and Donnie is coming by, in like…2 minutes? Says he has some news for us. Pop’s is also coming by.”

News?

He shifted in bed, getting anxious as he props himself upwards more, hunching over slightly as he lightly touched the bandage around his torso. “Hey, Leo. When can we take these bandages off him? It must be getting irritating for him.” Raph notices, glancing to his younger brother who hums in thought.

”Well…I guess we can take it off tomorrow. Everything seems to be healed. Given the small bruises but they’re slowly going away. You can barely see them.”

His bruises…his eyes solemnly look down. The bruises were from the that place. By those monsters. He shivered at the thought and shook his head, he had to remember he was away from them. But who knew it was difficult?

”Oh good, is everyone here?”

Donnie walks inside, Splinter following after him. Mikey was also inside, a bowl in hand of the freshly made soup he made.

”Yep. So, what’s the news Don?”

Donnie clears his throat and straightens himself up. Scanning everyone with his eyes before landing on the nameless mutant who hesitantly stared back.

”It’s about his DNA. I have received the results.”

The room grew tense. No one spoke up, waiting for Donnie to tell them the status. Honestly the tension was suffocating, and butterflies of nerves and anxiety fills everyone stomachs.

Donnie exhaled and relaxed his muscles. “Well…I guess I won’t beat around the bush. I’ll be up front about it.”

He crosses his arms comfortably. 

“Congratulations. Welcome to the family. He’s our brother.”

Mikey immediately cheers, almost throwing the soup in the air. “I knew it! I totally called it!” He happily exclaims as Raph had to lean back to process this. 

“Wow…a fifth brother.”

”I know. But blood doesn’t lie.” Donnie’s tone was slightly amused as Leo snorts and comfortably leans back in his chair, crossing his legs over one another, his hands going behind his head.

”Please, I bet you knew deep down that he was related to us.”

Splinter smiles as he looks over to the new addition. He was shocked, frozen in place and eyes wide. He felt his lips tremble but didn’t cry.

I have a family…it’s true.

He felt his stomach flip around.

Brothers…a d-dad.

All these emotions were swelling inside him, he didn’t quite understand why he suddenly felt…sick. He quickly smacks a hand over his mouth, gagging. Raph who glanced at his direction panicked and grabbed the nearest trash can, handing it to him. The bin was snatched from his grasp as they all watch their nameless brother throw up. He coughs and gags, spitting up bile that burned his throat.

Splinter was beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his leg as he twisted his face in concern. “It’s all right. Let it out…there, there.” He soothes, Leo, the medic of the family, was checking him over. Placing a hand to his head to feel for a fever and whatnot.

”Is he okay?!” Mikey worries, watching with curious but concerned eyes. Eventually the long-lost brother was done, putting down the bin on the floor as he slightly heaves to catch his breath, shuddering at what happened. Leo gave an assuring look and a small pat on the shoulder before turning to his brothers.

”Yeah. I think he just got overwhelmed with the information.”

”I guess I should put my soup away? He may not feel up for it anymore.” Mikey turns to leave and out the soup in the refrigerator, but he stops when a voice croaks out to him.

”I…I’ll still have it. Please.”

Mikey blinks but nods none the less, walking towards him and gently offering the bowl for him to take. “Thank you…” He mumbles, taking the bowl as he shakily raised the spoon up, he took a small sniff, testing it with the scent to see if he could eat it.

It smelt nice. He wasn’t sure what was in it exactly, but it was a creamy red.

He opens his mouth and gently enters the spoon inside.

He froze briefly, taking the cutlery out and putting it back in the bowl as he stares down at the liquid food.

”Is…is it good?”

No response.

”Uh…did we break him?”

”Course not….m-maybe?”

”Donnie quick, run some tests on him!”

”What?”

The four brothers chat amongst themselves to figure out why their new brother was so stiff and unmoving. Splinter sighs at his son in exhaustion. He continued to rub soothing circles on the nameless son, watching how he saw some of the soup dribbled out of his mouth and his eyes started getting glossy.

Before he knew it. Tears flowed down his cheeks. Eventually the nameless son moved so that he could wipe his tears away, sniffling which caught the attention of the four other turtles who freaked out.

”Guys, he’s crying!”

”Mikey, what did you give him?!”

”I just gave him soup!”

Another sniffle from the mutant whose body started to lightly shake.

”His tears are still going.”

While the four brothers were busy freaking out about their crying brother, they were unaware that these tears weren’t that of pain, misery or anything negative of the sort.

He was happy. These were happy tears.

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A/N: Awww, our boy is just happy that he’s got a family and some real food!

I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. 

quotev - 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

Ao3 - 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

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big reputation - (r.c)

summary: Rafe drives you and your hardly conscious friend home from a party.

This can be read as a stand-alone but it's technically a part two to getaway car

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 3k

tags/warnings: mean!kook!reader, bullying i guess?, highschool!au, swearing, drinking, emetophobia warning, smut (its implied nothing actually graphic happens)

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Loud music shakes the floor of the beach house you're in, filling your ears with Taylor Swift's 'End Game'. One of your favorites. You smile leaning over the railing of the loft, the world spinning as you talk to a giggly Bella, forgetting every sentence the second it leaves your lips.

"Bells, I just love you so much. Have I ever told you that before?" You say, cutting off your friend as she talks.

"Aww, I love you too. So, so much." She replies, throwing her arms around you as you both stumble and fall against the railing.

"Woah! Careful ladies." You hear a male voice close to you and a hand on your back.

"Hi! Quinton, oh my god." Bella giggles before you can identify him, pulling him into what is now a group hug.

"Had too much to drink tonight, huh?" The boy asks and you both furiously shake your heads.

"No! We would never." You say, stopping the head shake as it makes you dizzy.

"Just the good kind of drunk then? I'm glad to hear it." He laughs, dropping his arm from Bella's shoulder and leaning onto you still. You reach up and place your hand on his arm as it falls over your body.

"Yeah! It's so good. It's been too long since we've had a good party, you know?" Bella says, smiling between the two of you.

"Literally! I missed being drunk." You giggle.

"Me too, you're so funny when you're drunk," Quinton says, patting your shoulder.

"I like to think I'm funny all the time." You say, raising an eyebrow as you turn to look up at him.

"Well, duh, just a different kind of funny. More carefree." He explains. "Less... uptight, you know?"

"Oh please." You roll your eyes. "You pretty much have to be uptight to even get into Kook Academy. Bells is an outlier." You laugh.

"So true, actually." Quinton agrees.

Before you can reply, Bella speaks up and proves her right. "I'm gonna go get another drink, I think. Do you want one? Or a water? Actually, yeah I'll get you a water, Y/N/N. It'll be good for you. Yeah." Bella rambles on, quickly tapping you on the shoulder and pointing at you before heading unsteadily toward the stairs. "I'll be right back!" She shouts over the music as she gets farther away.

"Thank you, Bells!" You call after her.

"Come with me," Quinton says, leaning down to speak in your ear, then placing a kiss on your neck.

Shivers run down your back even in your drunken state, looking down the stairs and seeing Bella stopped at the bottom talking to some girls. "I should probably wait here for Bells." You reply, in contrast to you leaning your head to the side to give him more access to your skin.

"She'll be at least ten minutes. Come on." He whispers, dropping his arm from your shoulder and grabbing your wrist, leading you away from the railing and back to a somehow unoccupied bedroom. You suppose she'll be fine, she's got those girls with her and you'll find her in just a few minutes.

Downstairs, Bella stumbles into the kitchen, looking around for an empty cup, and checking all the plastic red cups littered across the countertops. "Bella!" She hears her name and turns.

"Hey! Topper! How are you?" She slurs, immediately walking up to him and giving him a hug.

"Wow, you've had a few, haven't you?" He laughs, patting her back and then pulling away.

"How could you tell?" She giggles.

"Just a guess." He shrugs. "Hey! We're about to start up a game of Chandelier- you want to tap in? We're gonna team up on Kelce, at the very least it'll be a funny watch." Topper says, laughing through the end of his statement.

"Yeah, for sure!" Bella nods, then looks down at the cups in her hands. "Oh, well, I need to get Y/N some water first. Do you think I have time?"

"She'll be fine for a few minutes, you know her." He insists. "If you don't want to drink anymore, someone else will drink for you I'm sure."

Bella thinks about it for a second and nods. She knows you're as independent as they come, but she still does worry about you. She dismisses the thought, remembering you're with Quinton and would probably like some time alone with him anyways. "Okay, sure. Sounds like fun." She agrees, following Topper out to the patio where the game table is placed.

"Hey Bella, you gonna play?" Rafe asks her as she takes her place at the table, squeezing in between Kelce and Topper.

"Yeah! I've never played this before so I'll have to learn as I go but you guys might need some patience for me." She giggles out, not really standing steady on her feet as it is.

Rafe raises his eyebrows and nods, looking at her a little surprised. "Right, yeah." He gives Topper a look, suggesting it may not be the best idea for her to play. "Hey, Bella, where's Y/N?" He asks, leaning over the table a little as the boys work on filling up all the cups with various drinks they had on hand.

"Oh! Uh, she's upstairs." Bella answers, smiling and leaning in a little bit. "With Quin. I figured I'd give them some alone time." She giggles, winking at him.

"Oh, gotcha. Cool." Rafe finds himself looking up towards the windows on the second floor, not sure what he was expecting or even wanting to see.

"Yeah, I'm excited for her! I think she's really into him. Well, that's what she says. She never seems interested when I want to talk about it, though. She does have some issues so I think it could be about that. Sorry, no. I shouldn't say that- I mean, I just worry about her because of some stuff that's happened to her and I definitely shouldn't be telling any of you this so I'm gonna stop talking right now." Bella rambles on, slowly trailing off toward the end of her sentence.

"No you're fine- we won't tell anyone," Topper says, shaking his head. "Who hasn't had a sprinkle of trauma in their lives, you know?"

"Let's just play," Rafe says, quickly polishing off what's left in his can before tossing it over his shoulder. "Me and you start, Top. That way Bells can see how it's done."

It's been about half an hour since Bella left to go get your drinks, and part of you feels guilty for disappearing on her. Realistically, though, you know she doesn't mind finding someone else to talk to for a bit while you're sitting on the ensuite bathroom counter with Quinton's head between your thighs. She's got tons of friends- and god knows she'll love to hear about it later.

Your head is leaning back against the mirror, eyes closed and all you can hear is your own heavy breathing and the music shaking the walls from downstairs. That's until you think you hear someone calling your name, then a hand on the bedroom door handle which is in full view of the open bathroom door. Why did you not lock it? You shove Quinton's head away as quickly as you can, just in time to push your skirt down before the door swings open.

"Y/N-" It's Rafe, and he freezes for just a moment, clearly processing what he almost walked in on as Quinton stands up, wiping his mouth on his shirt which he just picked up off the floor.

"Hey, Rafe- what's up?" He asks casually, pulling the fabric back over his head. As you stare at the boy, stunned and red in the face. 

"Uh- I need Y/N. Something happened." He explains vaguely, grabbing your arm and pulling you from the room.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe! What the fuck?" You say once you're out of earshot, letting him pull you down the stairs.

"It's Bella, she keeps asking for you. She's like, super fucked up." Rafe huffs, pulling you out onto the patio.

"Okay yeah, aren't we all?" You scoff and he shakes his head. You take one look at your friend, laid out on the grass on the back lawn and quickly run over to her, kneeling by her side.

"Hey, Bells? You alright, babe?" You say, a sympathetic smile on your face. She absolutely does not look good.

"No..." She groans, opening her eyes to look up at you. "Can we go home?" She asks, and you quickly nod. 

"Of course. Uh... yes. Do you think you're gonna be sick? Will you be fine if I call an Uber?" You ask.

Rafe is quickly kneeling next to you. "I got some water, here, Bella, let's get you up." He says, and you both help her slowly sit up, then he hands her the cup.

He leans in close to your ear to talk to you so she doesn't hear. "She puked all over the table- she's probably done for now but she's gotta get home." 

You wince and look back up on the patio where Kelce and Topper are throwing cups into a garbage bag and dousing the surface with any cleaner they could find under the sink and covering it in paper towels. "Yikes." You chuckle, turning to look back at him.

"Yeah, it was not pretty." He laughs a little, shaking his head. "Do you guys have a DD?" He asks.

"No, we were going to Uber- but I don't know if they'll let us in." You sigh, sitting back on your heels.

"No, no. 'm fine, guys. I take it back. I wanna stay." Bella insists, handing you the almost empty cup.

"Well, I think I'm ready to go home, babe. That okay?" You smile at her and she nods.

"Of course! Yeah, let's go home." You giggle at how quickly she changed her mind.

"I think I can drive," Rafe says, looking between the two of you. You hesitate, thinking it over. "I haven't had much. I was going to drive myself anyways. Do you trust me?"

You find yourself nodding. He seems sober enough for you. "Yeah, okay. Rafe is going to take us home." You turn to your friend, patting her leg.

"Oh! Thank you, Rafe. You're so sweet." She slurs, reaching forward and placing her hand on his cheek.

He laughs, shaking his head. "That's a new one for sure. Come on. Let's get you home."

You both help her up, letting her drape her arms over both of your shoulders and holding her waist as you walk out to the street, towards where Rafe says he parked. Luckily he didn't take the bike, he was thinking he'd probably have to drive Topper and Kelce too.

He watches you as you talk to Bella quietly, giggling to yourselves. "Oh god, wait! Y/N I'm so sorry- you were with Quinton!" Bella says suddenly, now loud enough for Rafe to hear. "I hope I didn't ruin anything- oh god..."

"No, no. Bells, it's fine." You insist, shaking your head. "It wasn't good anyways." You shrug, making Rafe choke on his laughter.

"What? Why?" Bella gasps, looking over at you. "Was he-"

"Uh-" You laugh nervously cutting her off as you briefly make eye contact with Rafe over her head. "I'll tell you about it later, okay?"

"No, please- share with the group," Rafe says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not gonna 'share with the group', let's just say, I'm over him now and I'd like to thank you both for getting me out of there."

The two of them laugh at that, and Bella tries to lean in to whisper to you. "You'll still tell me the details later though, right?" She says, trying to be quiet but it was still loud enough for Rafe to hear.

"Yeah, yeah of course." You giggle, making eye contact with him again.

"Uh, this is us," Rafe says, digging in his pocket for his keys to unlock the vehicle. He opens the back door, and you both help Bella in. "Okay, not to be that asshole, but Bella; if you have to puke, now is the time because I really don't want it to stink in here." He says as you buckle her in. She nods and gives a thumbs-up.

"I'm good. I promise."

"Okay, Bells, if you think that you're going to puke while we're moving, say something, okay? We can pull over or roll down your window or something." You tell her and she nods again. 

You hop in the passenger seat and Rafe jogs around to the driver's side, climbing in and starting it up. You drive in the direction of Bella's house, putting on any Taylor Swift he had on his phone at her every request- not that you minded. It was mostly Reputation, which was fine by you since that was your favorite as well.

Luckily, you make it to Bella's without a hitch, jumping out to go enter the gate code to be let onto the property. You quickly jump back in and Rafe pulls up the long driveway to her house. 

"Rafe! Here, hold on- how much do you want?" Bella asks, digging through the bag on her lap. 

"Don't pay me." Rafe laughs, shaking his head. 

"Okay, well, I guess I'm just going to accidentally leave this fifty back here where you can't reach it. Oopsies." She laughs, tucking it in the back seat and wrapping her arm around you again as she pretty much falls out of the car.

"Yeah, whatever Bella." Rafe chuckles, shaking his head. "Hey, Y/N, are you staying here? Or do you need a ride home?" Rafe asks as you're about to shut the door.

"Uh, I think I'll go home if you're okay to wait a couple minutes while I get her to bed?" You ask and he nods.

"I'll be here." He assures you and you thank him before shutting the door, helping Bella up to her house, and entering the code to get in.

"Wait, wait, tell me about Quinton!" Bella whispers once you're inside as you help her upstairs to her room.

"I'll tell you tomorrow- we'll debrief at brunch, yeah?" You laugh, shutting the door to her room behind you.

"Okay, okay." Bella sighs, flopping down on her bed as you grab her a makeup wipe and some pajamas from her drawer. "You know what I've been thinking?"

"Hm?" You hum in response, placing the pajamas on the bed and sitting down next to her, holding her chin as she sits up so you can gently wipe off her makeup for her.

"I think you and Rafe are like, the same person. You have a lot in common! You're both the oldest of three, you both are a little bit mean, but like in a fun way, and you have virtually the exact same sense of humor." She says and you laugh, shaking your head. "If you're over Quinton now, like you said, maybe- I don't know, just a pitch, maybe you should consider all your options. That's all I'm saying." 

"Bella, come on. Rafe is... Rafe." You laugh, carefully wiping her lashes. 

"Yeah, and you are you. And I'm me. And you're kind of friends, so like- what's the harm? Also, I can see it in the way he looks at you." She says, eyes still closed. "Besides, I've heard it's big." 

"Bella!" You laugh, your cheeks burning as you sigh. "I've heard that too." You admit.

"Okay! You can get us evidence and give me all the tea. Neither of you are the relationship type either so there's no pressure." She explains. "But also, like, I really don't think a relationship would be bad for you. Or him. If you are as similar as I think you are. Also, you kind of went on a date the other week! Like, come on. You get on so well."

You smile to yourself and shake your head, getting up to throw out the dirty wipe. "I've got to go, Rafe is waiting." You giggle and she nods, laying back down. "Hey, put your pajamas on before you pass out. Okay? I'll see you in the morning." You head back to the door.

"Go get your man, Y/N/N. I love you." Bella yawns, already half asleep.

"Love you too. I'll call you in the morning." You whisper, stepping out and closing the door softly behind you, careful not to wake her parents.

You sneak outside, running over to the car where Rafe is still waiting, looking at his phone when you jump in.

"She good?" He asks as you close the door.

"Yeah, passed out instantly." You chuckle, avoiding eye contact with him. 

"Sweet. Yeah." He agrees, sensing a shift in tension. He starts the car and you start back down the driveway, getting back out onto the road after closing the gate behind you.

"So, did you tell her about Quinton?" Rafe laughs.

"No, that's a breakfast conversation for sure." You chuckle.

"A breakfast conversation? Really? Why do you have to put other people through that?"

You shrug in response. "Because I don't give a shit if anyone knows." 

"That guy is a dick, you know that right?" Rafe says suddenly, and you look over at him as he stares at the road.

"Well, yeah, but we're kind of friends so..." You reply defensively.

"He's not worth your time. I know him pretty well, and just like, don't bother." Rafe says, glancing over at you for a second.

"Maybe I'm not worth his time." You reply.

"Nah. You can do so much better. And it wouldn't be hard." Rafe insists.

"Thanks." You say hesitantly. You've never been the best at accepting compliments, but Bella has told you to work on it, so when in doubt, just say thanks.

Luckily you don't live far from Bella, so you pull up to your house in just a few minutes. You open the door, grab your bag off the floor by your feet, and going to shut the door. You've been sitting on what Bella said, really just marinating in the thought of you and Rafe together. No harm in trying, right?

"Aren't you coming in?" It comes out more passive-aggressively than you intended when what you meant to ask was if he would like to come in, but that's just not how your mind works sometimes. His head snaps up at this, and he's already undoing his seatbelt.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." He agrees quickly, turning off the car.

part one

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[kellykidd]

Personal Matter: Chapter 3

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: You and Matt go on your first official date

Words: 754

Warnings: blood, pregnancy, Author chooses to not use additional warnings out of fear of spoilers, if you would like warnings, please DM and I will be happy to help you out

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You looked around the dark restaurant as Matt raised his hand and stood up. As you walked towards him, his smile lit up the room. 

“Hey,” he said, pulling out your chair, “how was your first off shift day?”

“Good, good. Had a nap,” you chuckled, “how was the construction gig?”

“Good. Little girl helped me pick out the colours of her new bedroom furniture before I left.”

“Oh, speaking of kids, I booked a doctor’s appointment for me and the baby.”

“When is it?”

“Tomorrow. I know it’s soon, but it was the only time they had. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to or if you’re busy.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“I’d love for you to come.”

“Then I’ll make it work.”

The waiter interrupted your conversation to order drinks. 

“Water for me, thank you,” you smiled.

“Water works for me too.”

As the waiter left to grab your waters, you leaned across the table to Matt.

“You could’ve ordered a drink, y’know?” You laughed.

“Severide wants to meet for a beer after at Molly’s. I don’t know if you’re up for it, you’re welcome to come, but I figure I’ll abstain in solidarity with you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll be okay if you have a drink while we’re having dinner, Matt.”

The rest of your dinner was like every other dinner out you’d ever been on, but it didn’t feel like a first date. It felt weirdly comfortable and safe, but that’s could just be because you had already skipped the dating part and went straight to the bedroom part. 

At the end of the night, Matt walked you out of the restaurant.

“Did you drive or Uber?” He asked, standing on the sidewalk beside his truck parked out front. 

“Uber, I didn’t want to drive,” you laughed, “why?”

“I know I made plans with Kelly, but wanna come back to my place instead?”

You smiled and hopped in his passenger seat as he drove you to his apartment.

“Ever been here before?” He asked, unlocking the door to his place.

“No, but it’s nice. I like your place.”

He grabbed your hands and held them in his,“I’d like it to be our place.”

“Matt? Are you sure?”

“We’re going to be a family in like 8 very short months. I’ve got 2 bedrooms, one for the baby, one for us. Great view, close to work. What do you think?”

“Matt, I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Does that mean you’ll move in?”

“Yes, I’ll move in.”

Matt was ecstatic. You leaned in to kiss him and you knew it was where you were meant to be. 

“Wanna see the baby’s room?” He asked.

You smiled and he led you towards the small bedroom next to his. 

“Here,” he pointed, “the crib can go here. A rocking chair here, changing table over here.”

You were silent, looking around the room and the plans Matt had made in his head.

“What do you think? Is it too much too soon?” He asked, worried he’d come on too strong.

“Matt, I love it,” you smiled.

You hugged him and he leaned in for a kiss.

“Stay the night?” He asked, pulling back for a moment.

You kissed him and he pulled off your coat.

“Hell yeah.”

——

You woke up to the birds chirping outside his window. The sun shined through as he rubbed your thigh to fully wake you up.

“Good morning,” he hummed.

“Good morning,” you stretched, “your bed is warm.”

“Warmer when you’re in it.”

His smile made you feel the safest you’d ever felt. 

“What time is it?” You asked.

He checked his phone, “10. Why?”

You sprung out of bed, throwing your clothes back on. 

“Where you going?” He laughed.

“Appointment is in an hour. I have to get home and change.”

He got up, finding the clothes he wore last night and putting them on.

“I’ll take you back to your place and then we’ll go to the appointment. Don’t rush, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you Matt.”

“Breakfast on the way?”

“After. Let’s go for pancakes,” you smiled.

“Pancakes? You got it.”

——

“We’re gonna be late,” Matt tapped the dash as traffic came to a halt. 

“Matt,” you winced.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

“The baby,” you started shifting in your seat.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?” 

“We can’t go anywhere right now, we’re stuck in traffic.”

“Babe…” he said worriedly, “you’re bleeding.”

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Salvation Chapter 3: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

Y/N hummed to herself as she bustled around her kitchen. 

She and Matt had been on several more dates over the past month that they had known each other -- attending a special performance of the NY Symphony in Central Park, taking in a poetry reading at a local bookstore, and having a quick breakfast together at one of the local diners before Matt had to go to work. After a particularly harrowing week for both of them -- Matt having just wrapped up a long and frustrating case and Y/N having had several deadlines on projects for different clients, one of whom was being difficult -- she had suggested that Matt come over for dinner and a quiet night in, to which he had readily agreed.  

She set the squash casserole she had made into the oven to bake and set the timer, then moved to her refrigerator to check on dessert. She knew that Matt liked cheesecake, so she had modified a no-bake recipe she had found online.

Luckily it appeared to be set, so she left it alone and proceeded to load the dishes she had used to mix her casserole together into the dishwasher.

She had just finished when there was a knock on her door. "Just a second!" she called out.

She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked to the front door. "Hey, Matt," she greeted as she opened it. "Come on in."

Matt stepped over the threshold and gave her a warm hug. "Hi, Y/N."

Y/N lingered in his embrace, tucking her face into his neck. After a few moments she stepped back and took his hand. "Here, let me give you the tour. You can leave your cane by the door if you want."

She had learned that Matt wasn't totally blind but instead saw 'a world on fire', as he had described it, and therefore was able to get acclimated to new surroundings fairly easily as long as he was able to figure out the layout of whatever space he was in. "Right here on the right is the bathroom, and down the hall here on the left is the living room. Kitchen and dining area are straight across from it to the right, and if you keep going straight you'll hit the staircase going upstairs to the 3rd floor, which are the bedrooms and my office."

Matt nodded. "Got it."

She led him into the living room. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes. Would you like something to drink while we wait? I've got beer, wine, water, juice, soda…"

Matt nodded. "Water is fine. Thanks."

"Okay. If you want to have a seat I'll go get it. You're right on the side of the sofa, just mind the coffee table."

Y/N walked into the kitchen and checked on the casserole, taking the aluminum foil off of the pan and switching the oven to broil to brown the top before grabbing two bottles of water from her refrigerator.

Matt looked over in her direction as she walked back into the living room. "Dinner smells amazing," he said with a smile.

"Thanks." Y/N handed Matt one of the bottles of water as she sat next to him on the sofa. "So, how was your week?"

"Long, but I'm glad we wrapped that case up. How was yours?"

"Same. Had a particularly difficult copywriting client, but I finally managed to finish up the project I was doing for them to their satisfaction." Y/N shrugged. "Won't be doing another one though, even if they asked me to."

She took a sip of her water. "So do you have to go to court often?"

Matt shook his head. "No, not unless we're working a criminal case or if civil negotiations break down, which really doesn't happen all that often. Most of the time people are happy to avoid having to go to trial, which is why all those big corporations are always so eager to settle."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks."

Y/N's oven timer beeped. "That'll be dinner."

Matt followed her into the kitchen. "Need help with anything?"

"Um, yeah, actually. The drawer right in front of you is where I keep my utensils. Can you grab a couple of forks then get the bottle of wine I have breathing on the counter behind you and to the right?"

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N fixed them each a serving then set their plates down on the table and poured them each a glass of wine. "I'm glad we're getting to do this," she admitted as Matt sat across from her. "I've missed seeing you this week."

A broad smile spread on Matt's face. "I've missed you too."

They each took a bite of their food. "Wow, this is excellent," Matt said.

"It was my mom's recipe," Y/N explained. "I was a bit of a picky eater as a young kid, so it was her way of sneaking vegetables into my diet until I started eating them on their own." 

She laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that my mom's 'baked rice dressing' frequently had squash or broccoli in it, or was made with cauliflower instead of rice altogether."

Matt grinned. "That's actually pretty clever."

They continued talking about their respective weeks while they ate, Matt filling Y/N in on the specifics he could share about his case and Y/N telling him more about the client from Hell.

"They wanted me to ghostwrite an article for a magazine publication," she explained as they finished eating, "which I usually just charge a flat rate for since something like that normally only takes me an hour or so, but they just gave me a broad topic to write about then proceeded to reject every version of the article I submitted because it 'wasn't what they asked for'."

She shook her head. "I finally asked them what it was exactly that they wanted, which turned out to be nowhere even near the original topic they gave me."

Matt grimaced. "Geez, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah, and that's exactly why I won't be doing another job for them again." Y/N stood. "Anyway, enough about that. I made a no-bake cheesecake for dessert, so let me take care of these dishes and I'll get us each a piece."

Matt stood as well. "Here, I can help with those."

Y/N shook her head. "Oh, no, I've got them. I'm just putting them in the dishwasher. You can get the cheesecake out of the refrigerator and pour us another glass of wine though if you want. I have some Riesling in the door on the second shelf."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

Y/N set the plates in the dishwasher and gave their wine glasses a quick rinse while Matt got the wine and cheesecake out and set them on Y/N's kitchen island.

Y/N set the wine glasses in front of Matt before cutting them each a slice of cheesecake. "I was thinking that we could take these into the living room if you want."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great. I'll bring the wine, you grab the cheesecake?"

"Yeah, sounds good." 

Y/N led him back to the living room and set the plates down before walking over to her record player. "How about some music?"

Matt set the wine bottle and glasses down on the coffee table and picked up one of the slices of cheesecake. "That sounds nice."

Y/N selected a record and put it on to softly play in the background.

Matt tilted his head. "What is that? It sounds vaguely familiar."

"It's the soundtrack to the 2005 film version of Pride and Prejudice ," Y/N replied as she took a seat next to Matt. 

Matt nodded. "I think Foggy had that movie playing one day while I was over there. He was trying to impress this librarian who was a huge Jane Austen fan so he read all of her books, then watched every film adaptation he could get his hands on so he could actually understand them."

Y/N laughed. "Let me guess… that didn't work."

Matt shook his head with a grin. "He wound up even more confused than ever and just gave up."

"Aww. So he never asked her out?"

"Oh no, he did. They went on a couple of dates but ultimately decided it wasn't going to work. I think she actually wound up moving to England or something shortly after." 

He grinned. "That wasn't the first time he'd done something like that to impress a girl though. He took Punjabi in college because the girl he was crushing on was also in the class."

Y/N laughed. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

Matt shook his head. "It's never really been necessary. Being blind has its own set of perks."

Y/N laughed. "Like what, getting to ask women to help you cross the street?"

"Things like that, or getting close so they can describe things to me like I'm also hard of hearing." A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. "Or having them hold my arm to guide me while I'm walking them home." 

Y/N grinned and shook her head. "Smooth, Murdock. Real smooth."

"It worked, didn't it?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it did."

"Well, then." Matt took a bite of his cheesecake. "Oh, wow."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "Is that a good 'wow' or a bad 'wow'? Because I hear that New Yorkers are serious about both their pizza and their cheesecake."

"Definitely a good wow." Matt took another bite. "Mmm."

Y/N took a bite of her own piece. It had definitely been a good idea to cut back on the sugar and substitute actual vanilla bean rather than use vanilla extract as the recipe had called for. "I kind of tweaked the recipe, so I wasn't 100% sure it was going to turn out okay. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have experimented since I was planning on actually serving it to someone, especially someone I actually like ."

"So…" Matt said, a small smirk appearing on his face. "You do like me."

Y/N laughed lightly even as her face heated. "Of course I like you, you dork. I wouldn't agree to keep seeing you if I didn't."

Matt grinned. "Good, because I like you too."

He paused. "This is probably going to sound really strange, but can I feel your face? It helps me more accurately picture what you look like."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Y/N turned to face him. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just hold still and let me know if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. I have to get pretty close to you." Matt scooted closer and tentatively reached out towards her. "May I?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt began with her forehead, trailing his fingertips over her hairline, then feeling his way down her temples and along her jawline. 

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if Matt would be as gentle tracing other parts of her. Heat flooded through her. Chill out, Y/N.

Matt paused, his head tilting to the side. "You're blushing. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N reassured him. "You can keep going."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm. Yeah, I'm sure."

Matt continued mapping Y/N's face, swiping his thumbs across her cheeks, on the sides of and down the bridge of her nose, and eventually across her lips.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

Y/N's face heated. "You know that just from tracing the contours of my face?"

Matt shook his head with a laugh. "I know this sounds like a line but I already knew it. This just helped me fill in the blanks." 

Y/N's face heated again. "And how did you know that?"

Matt looked adorably embarrassed. "The day you came into the office to return my coat… After you left I might have asked Foggy to describe what you look like."

Y/N grinned. "Wanted to know if you needed to make an excuse to cancel?"

Matt chuckled and shook his head again. "To me physical appearance is the least important trait in a woman -- for obvious reasons -- but Foggy said you were 'hot' so I have to admit I was curious."

"How do you know he didn't lie about what I look like?" Y/N laughed to herself and shook her head. "Oh wait, that's right. You're a good lawyer."

Matt grinned. "Now you've got it."

Y/N bit her lip. "Can I try something now? There's something I've been curious about."

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N reached up and gently carded her fingers through the hair at Matt's temples, then grasped the sides of his glasses.

She paused, waiting to see if Matt would stop her, but when he didn't she removed his glasses from his face, revealing his chocolate brown eyes to her for the first time.

She sucked in a breath. "Your eyes are beautiful. Why do you hide them?"

Matt turned his head away. "The unfocused staring thing tends to freak people out."

"Not me."

Matt's brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to her. "It doesn't bother you?"

Y/N shook her head and smoothed Matt's eyebrows with her thumbs, keeping his gaze on her. "You never have to hide your eyes from me, Matt."

Matt's face filled with emotion. "Y/N…"

Y/N took a deep breath. "Can I… can I try something else?"

Matt nodded. "Anything ."

Y/N slid her hands down his face, cupping his cheeks in her palms before gently pressing her lips to his.

She leaned back slightly, Matt's breath still ghosting on her lips. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time you dropped me off at my doorstep," she confessed softly. 

"Me too," Matt whispered in reply. "I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Please."

Matt guided her lips back to his, kissing her more firmly.

Y/N melted into him, reaching up and tangling her fingers into his hair while his hands slid down to her waist. They kissed unhurriedly, taking their time exploring each other's mouths, eventually slowing the kiss down until they were barely pressing their lips together.

Matt nuzzled Y/N's nose with his and gave her one final kiss before leaning back.

Y/N let out a content sigh. "Wow."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "My thoughts exactly."

Y/N ran her fingers through Matt's hair, trying to fix it. "Sorry, I messed up your hair."

Matt shrugged. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't mind."

Y/N grinned. "Sweetheart?"

Matt blushed. "Sorry, that just came out."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind. I like it."

Matt smiled. "So 'sweetheart' is an acceptable term of endearment?"

Y/N nodded. "Definitely." 

She took a deep breath. "Actually, you can pretty much call me anything you want, just please don't call me 'babe'. It's what Colin used to call me and it still makes my skin crawl."

Matt nodded in understanding. "Got it. What about 'baby' though?"

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, that one's alright."

"'Honey'?"

"Yep, that one's good too."

Matt grinned. "'Pookie'?"

Y/N laughed at Matt's teasing tone. "Ok, that's stretching it a bit."

Matt took her hand in his, his expression once again becoming more serious. "What about 'my girlfriend'? Can I call you that?"

Y/N's heart fluttered. They hadn't been dating very long, but she definitely felt the spark between them and could see herself with Matt long-term. "Yeah, I think that's acceptable… As long as I can call you 'my boyfriend'."

Matt nodded, a beautiful smile on his handsome face. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot, actually."

Y/N's wall clock chimed with the time. 

Matt sighed. "I should get going though. It's getting late."

Y/N nodded. "Okay, let me walk you out."

She picked up Matt's glasses and handed them to him. "Here are your glasses back."

"Thanks."

They both stood and headed over to the front door. 

Matt put his glasses on and picked up his cane, then cupped Y/N's cheek in his hand and gave her a slow, sweet kiss. "I'll call you when I get home?" 

Y/N nodded, butterflies flitting around her stomach in the best possible way. "Okay."

"Good night, sweetheart."

Y/N smiled. "Good night, Matt."

She waited until he had gotten down the steps, smiling as she shut and locked the door behind him.

I could definitely get used to this.

[ashtonisvibing]

"Fuck me before I die"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): Schneeplebro (Platonic/Implied Sexual)

Character(s): Henrik von Schneeplestein, Chase Brody

Warning(s): Alcohol abuse, mentioned depression, talks of suicide, smoking mention, vomiting

Originally Published: Oct. 26, 2023

Word Count: 3,283

Author's Notes:

so, you read the tags (i hope). you know that this is a very heavy one. and if you didn't, i'm saying it right here and now: this is a very heavy one. i'm pretty sure the dead dove tag applies to this one, so i'm using it. if there's any other tags i should use, as always let me know (still don't fully know what tags are available on here)

this is exploring chase and henrik's relationship to each other a little, even though it's during an extremely hard moment in chase's life. but hey, aren't the hardships the best times to explore characters and how they interact? : )

small and quick german phrases will be in german, but if there's any instance where henrik speaks a full sentence in german it'll be indicated by these [ ] brackets, just to make it easier to understand him.

pronoun check:

henrik: he/him

chase: he/him, they/them

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The Normalcy AU MAsterpost

Full Story:

The nearly freezing rain beat against Chase's skin and made his clothes stick in the most uncomfortable way. He could barely see through the water dripping from his bangs, but in his drunken state he didn't care. He didn't care about anything, really. He could feel the effects of the whiskey he downed not that long ago but it didn't cure his numbness. Seeing his brother, Jackie, earlier didn't help. And he knew whom he was going to see now wouldn't, either. But that was his plan, wasn't it? Ever since Stacy came by to let him know.

"Chase, what the hell...? What...?"

"What..? Jus'... Tryna drink an' forget... An' all that..."

"Did you forget that you were supposed to take the kids today?"

"... Figured you- you wouldn't want me seein' the kids.. Cuz'a the beer an' shit.."

"I just... I thought that maybe you had tried getting help, like I asked.."

He still held the whiskey bottle he'd bought in his hand. He threw his head back as the glass opening touched his lips, hoping for even just a drop of the burning liquid. He didn't want to think about this morning. He didn't want to think at all. He wanted to forget everything for a little while. Forget how much he had screwed his life up in a few years. If only he had actually grown up, had tried a little harder. If only...

The burning neon light signing "Emergency Room" stung his eyes, needing him to shield himself by pulling his hat down further. He was finally here, now all he had to do was wait. So he sat against one of the pillars and did just that. Waited. Despite the sign on the wall telling him he wasn't allowed to smoke he still tried to find his cigarette pack in any of his pockets. When he realized he didn't have it he silently cursed. He could've sworn he picked some up with the whiskey. Next best thing was to just chew on his hoodie string and try not to think.

Don't think, don't think, don't think, don't think, DON'T THI-

"Chase...?"

Chase was jolted out of his thoughts by a voice. He looked up and saw whom he wanted to see. Henrik, an old friend of his. They hadn't seen each other in... Chase couldn't remember. Henrik went to medical school and that took up his time. Then his wife got pregnant and that took up his time. Then his wife gave birth prematurely and died, leaving Hen as a single father in med school. Then Chase's divorce that made him want to...

They just hadn't seen each other in a while.

Chase did his best to stand up, but he nearly tripped over his own two feet doing so. The only thing that kept him from tasting rain water and concrete was Henrik catching him.

"Gah- Verdammte Hölle, Chase, are you-" And then Henrik took a sniff, and the strong smell of whiskey wafting from Chase nearly caused him to turn away. "You've been drinking again."

"Man.. Really putting that brain to good-" Chase was interrupted by a hiccup. "Good use.." He could barely stand up properly as he chuckled a little. He didn't even realize he had left the bottle in its paper bag on the ground. "Got nothin' better t'do these days..." What else could he do? The only thing that kept him from spiraling was the burning syrup going down his throat and making his mind fuzzy. And when that fuzz went away, down some more. An endless cycle that he didn't see the point of breaking now.

"Wha's the point in.. In getting help..? Won't fix my shit life.."

"Yeah, because once you get help and back on your feet then you'll be the one to fix your life. And it's not like you'll have to do it alone."

"Pfft, no one's gonna help me.. No one gives a shit 'bout some... Some sad asshole..."

"Chase, that isn't true! You've got Jackie and your parents, you've got me-"

"I don't got you anymore... Fucked that up, i's all I do, remember..?"

"Chase..."

"- Chase!"

Chase was snapped out of his thoughts by a different voice yelling his name. He hadn't even realized he had sunk right back into his thoughts, but he was thankful that he'd been snapped out of it. "So- Sorry... Lots'a thoughts as always..."

Henrik let out a sigh as he looked around for Chase's car, although realizing just how drunk the other was made him grateful he didn't seem to see it anywhere. It meant he didn't drive all the way here while drinking. He didn't even really care what brought Chase to the hospital tonight, whatever the reason he needed to be brought home. Or maybe to Jackie so that he didn't keep drinking. "Alright, I'm driving you... Somewhere. Probably to your brother, I do not trust you to be alone." The doctor helped his friend to his side and wrapped the other's arm around his shoulders, his own arm wrapping tightly around his waist as they walked to keep him upright. "I could try and clear your apartment of any alcohol you have and you would possibly have some stashed in a secret cabinet."

"Want you t'come home with me..." Chase mumbled out as he watched his feet sway and stumble across the parking lot concrete. It didn't even feel like he was walking at this point, like Henrik was just pulling him along and he was pretending to walk. "Have a night of fun... Like we used to 'fore we met Stacy an' Maria..."

Henrik nearly dropped Chase at that suggestion. He knew perfectly well what "a night of fun" meant. Before the pair had met their now ex wives they fooled around together. A lot. It basically became routine for them to go home together for a hard fuck whenever they met up. Hen nearly considered it before he shook his head a little. "Chase you are far too drunk for that, you probably don't even know what you are ta-"

"Had this idea since this morning... Wasn't drunk then..." Chase knew if he told the truth Henrik wouldn't come back with him. He chuckled a little as he looked up at his friend, and the doctor was able to see just how shitty the other looked. He was soaked and pale and probably freezing, and judging by the huge dark circles under his eyes- and just how sunken they looked- he'd been getting barely any sleep lately. Hell, there's a chance he didn't let himself sleep, simply having his body force himself to pass out for even a few hours of rest. He was in horrible shape. "C'mon, jus' one last night... An' then I won't bother you again.."

That sentence... Concerned Henrik. He didn't want to think about what that could imply. It could simply just be that Chase wouldn't ask for any more favors. But...

"Alright, fine." Hen didn't want his friend to be alone tonight. He didn't know what could happen if he simply took Chase home and left him there. And taking him to Jackie maybe wouldn't be any better. Maybe being a doctor gave him a bit of a savior complex but he just had a feeling that he needed to be with his friend tonight. And if that included a quick fuck with a drunk man, then he could suck it up and deal. "But we are going to your apartment, I am not letting Robbie hear us." All the doctor got was a hum in response as he helped Chase into the passenger side of the car, getting in on the driver's side and pulling his phone out.

Chase didn't understand a word that Henrik was saying while speaking to... Whoever. It was all in german. Probably one of Hen's parents, telling them he wouldn't be home tonight. He didn't really care much as he watched water droplets fall from his hat and onto his lap. His hand gripped at... Nothing. "Shit, left my- My drink back there.." He tried to get out of the car but Henrik was quick to place an arm over his chest, giving a glare as he continued talking. Okay, he wasn't getting out of the car any time soon apparently. But he really needed that drink.

It took a few more seconds before the doctor put his phone away, replacing it with his car keys. "So long as I am with you you will not be having any alcohol." The engine revved to life once the keys were turned and they were off to Chase's apartment. Thankfully Henrik remembered the way there from the hospital. "I will keep you distracted all night if I have to."

Chase let out a snort and a chuckle. "Don't think my ass can handle that much dick.. Or are you gonna let me play with you tonight..?" His speech was getting less slurred now. That was good, it meant he was slowly getting sober. Henrik couldn't help his little chuckle at the other's words. He missed his friend's dirty humor, sometimes.

"Whatever you need me to do so you will stay away from the bottle."

Thankfully Henrik managed to keep the conversation going the entire half an hour they were driving. It never gave Chase a chance to go back into his head and think too much. The doctor knew that was the last thing his friend needed right now, was to think about anything else but the present moment. And it was nice to just... Talk. About anything and everything that came to their minds, about a new movie one of them saw recently or what they had to eat last night. He needed to reach out to Chase more often, even if it was just to talk on the phone for a few minutes. Maybe that could help the other get just a little better as well.

It took several minutes to get Chase out of the car and up the stairs to his apartment. It didn't help that he nearly tripped right back down the stairs a couple of times. But soon they were inside, and Henrik was immediately hit with the horribly strong smell of various alcohols, as well as the state of the apartment. Glass bottles, cans, and take out containers littered every surface area. Dishes that probably hadn't been used in weeks were stacked on the kitchen counter.

"[Jesus Christ, Chase, how are you living like this...?]" Henrik spoke under his breath as he looked around the disheveled apartment. All he got was a groan in response. Chase was barely hanging on to the doctor, his head hung low and tangled hair covering his growing pale face.

"Doc, I don'... Feel so good..." He mumbled before his body lurched forward with a retch. The doctor was snapped out of his shock over his surroundings and was quick to lead Chase to the nearby sink so he could vomit any contents that were in his stomach. This certainly wasn't the first time Henrik had seen someone puke their guts out, he'd become desensitized to it thanks to working in the medical field. So he was able to look over what was in the vomit, disappointed that it was purely liquid. Maybe he just hadn't eaten in the past few hours, but knowing his friend's mental state...

Henrik turned the faucet on to wash away the rest of the vomit, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to help clean Chase's mouth. "Alright, because of that we are not having sex tonight.. I'm assuming you have not eaten at all today, so I am going to order us some take out and we will watch movies together." The other man let out a small groan as he shook his head, letting out a few coughs to make sure everything was out of his system.

"Uh-uh... Gotta stick with the plan..." Chase chuckled a little as he moved his hair out of his face. "Gonna be the last chance you'll ever have t'fuck me, man..."

Henrik could feel a pit form in his stomach at that sentence. In other circumstances, that sentence could be taken as a good thing. Chase could be seeing someone else, or he was moving across the country. Anything else would make sense in a different situation. But here? While his friend was hunched over the sink, his life seemingly becoming more of a mess? The doctor could hear his heart in his ears from how hard it was beating. "What do you mean by that, Chase..?"

"Gonna off myself t'night.." Chase hummed a little as he stared into the sink drain. The dark hole at the bottom of the silver dish felt like it was growing more and more and soon it would just swallow him whole. "Had a whole plan and everything.. Go hang with Jackie for a while, then bring you back here to get-" He heaved a little before he went back to talking. "-get my brains fucked out. Or fuck your brains out, either was cool.. And then I'd be gone..! Once less screw up in the world..."

It felt like Henrik's heart completely stopped. He knew it hadn't, he knew what a heart stopping was actually supposed to feel like. His heart was still technically beating, but in the moment it seemingly just... Stopped. The entire world around him stopped as Chase's words sunk in. He made this entire plan, one last day of fun with the ones closest to him, and then...

Henrik felt like he was going to puke.

How did any of them not notice how far gone this man had become?

"Chase... What..." The doctor ran a hand through his hair in any attempt to stabilize himself, to keep himself as calm as he could be right now. He needed to be calm for Chase. "Why did you never say anything..? If you are feeling that low one of us could have helped you. Is it money that is the issue? I can cover any therapy bills that you may ne-"

"Stacy took the kids." Henrik was interrupted by his friend's low voice. His stare into the sink was so intense he could have set it on fire by now. "Caught me drunk this morning. I was supposed to take the kids but... C'mon, they don't wanna be around their sad dad." Chase finally looked up at the doctor. His dark blue eyes, once holding so much spark and excitement... They truly looked dead. Completely dull. "So she took 'em. Something about... I dunno, doing it for my own good?" He let out a snorted chuckle. "Lot'a good that did, huh..."

"Chase, you can't keep doing this! You're gonna drink yourself to death!"

"Isn't that what everything wants? Finally, the dead beat's actually dead... Don't gotta watch 'im spiral anymore..."

"....... I'm taking the kids back to my place. You're not allowed to see them until you get some sort of help."

"Wh-"

"Those kids love you to fucking death, Chase! You seriously think they want their own father dead?! I just-..."

"Stace..."

"... I know how much they mean to you. That's why I'm doing this. Get sober, get help, anything. Just... Stop drinking yourself into a hole. If you won't do that for all your friends, maybe even your own brother, then do it for them. Give them their dad back. Please..."

Chase was snapped back into reality by Henrik shaking his shoulder and calling out his name. He looked up at the doctor... And he didn't expect the expression he'd see. The other's face was pale, tears already starting to fall down his face. What was he crying for? "Hey, doc, what's with the long fa-" He was immediately cut off as arms pulled him into a tight yet shaky hug. Oh, this... He hadn't felt one of these in a while. Sure, of course Jackie gave him hugs. But... This one was so emotional. Henrik held him like he might vanish right then and there if he let go. Chase needed to take a few moments before his own arms wrapped just as tightly around his friend, nuzzling his face into the crook of the other's neck. The doctor's hand ran itself through the other's hair.

"Chase, ki-" Henrik needed to take a pause at that word. "Killing yourself is not the answer to losing your kids... You should be trying to get better..." The other man gave a dry, hollow chuckle in response.

"I... I don't think I can, doc..." He pulled his face away as his own tears started to form. He didn't want to start crying on his friend. "What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just quit cold turkey? I mean- Fuck, how long would it even take..?? What if Stacy's never happy with my progress or whatever.."

"Please, do you really think she would do that to you..?" One of the doctor's hands reached up to gently cup Chase's cheek, earning a tired sigh from the other man as he leaned into the touch. "She knows just how much you love your children.. She is taking them away because she thinks they are the only thing that will get you to recover. The rest of us have tried everything we could, and that has not worked. What else is there to do..? Because there is not a single chance that we are just going to leave you to die. We will all help you in any way we can. Just please, try to get better..."

Sometimes you don't realize how badly you need someone to hit you with reality until it happens to you. Chase wanted so badly to ignore Henrik's words. To keep telling both of them that he wasn't deserving of anyone's help, that at this point he was far too gone. That he should just be rotting six feet below by now. But he wanted to get better so bad. He didn't want to keep laying on the couch drinking until he passed out, and have the cycle just keep repeating. He wanted to see his friend and family again. He wanted to see his kids laugh and smile, he wanted to crack jokes, he wanted to look at the world and not see grays.

He wanted to get better.

Chase only gave a noise in response as he leaned more into Henrik's arms. At this point he was just so tired that he could barely do anything else, only limply wrapping his own arms around the doctor for any sort of closeness. That's what he needed so badly right now. Just to be close to someone that apparently cared about him. He was glad that that person was Henrik right now. And they just stood there next to the sink for what seemed like hours, even if it had only been mere minutes. Just standing there in each other's arms and taking in the air around them. There were so many things that both of them wanted to say, but after Henrik's words the silence was needed so much more. And in all honesty, both of them just needed some rest, even if it was simply sitting down together.

"Hey doc...?" Chase spoke up after another minute, his voice just barely loud enough for Henrik to hear him.

"Hm...?"

"You mentioned take out... Could we get pizza...? Haven't eaten all day..."

Henrik couldn't help his small chuckle as he nodded, leaving a small kiss on the other's head. "Sure... Does pepperoni sound good...?"

"Sounds amazing right now..."

[s0lemnhypn0s]

So like, I'm insane, so let me share some songs I think are very Crochawk

-Smooth by Santana

"And if you said this life ain't good enough // I would give my world to lift you up // I could change my life to better suit your mood // Because you're so smooth // And it's just like the ocean under the moon // Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you // You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah // Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it"

-Your body, my temple by Will Wood

"Amen, I'm only a man // Howling at your face in the moon // Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb // As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do // Oh, what the hell can I do // To have a little more heaven with you? // Hot damn, you are a part of my plan // Cataclysmic Catechism catch-22 // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple // So, when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red // I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall // God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreading // After all the meek inherited fuck all // If you help those who help themselves // My superstitions, your visage, my visions // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple"

-Sex dwarf by Soft cell

"Isn't it nice, sugar and spice // Luring disco dollies to a life of vice // I can make a film and make you my star // You'd be a natural the way you are // I would like you on a long black leash // I would parade you down the High Street // You've got the attraction // You've got the pulling power // Walk my little doggie, walk my little sex dwarf (here doggie, doggie!) // We can make a scene, we'll be a team // Making the headlines sounds like a dream // When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside // We will take them for a ride of rides"

-Paralyzer by Finger eleven

"I hold out for one more drink, before I think // I'm lookin' too desperately // But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home // If one thing really means one // This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks // That would be cool with me // Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place // Or your place or my place // Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you // I wanna make you move because you're standin' still // If your body matches what your eyes can do // You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

-To err is human so don't be one by Will wood

"Mm, I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart // You still picking at that? only ate the good parts // Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date (Check please!) // Falling off the bone, I'm awful glad we met // We only ever notice what's in front of us // Read over my shoulder, breathing down my neck // Are we on the same page yet, I'm getting old here! // Come on don't you get it? What the heck? // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // Yes, to err is human, so don't be one // This was a mistake, I'll take my leave // But, before I go, let me know if you see // A little black bag with a toe tag please // If you don't hate me, then reanimate me // Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins // These instincts I've managed to stave mean // Monsters must be people too, so oh geez! // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // I will drink your blood 'till your lips turn blue // Drain you o' your love, if you want me to"

-GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVERBOY BY QUEEN

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things // We can do the tango, just for two // I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings // Be your Valentino, just for you // Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Set my alarm, turn on my charm // That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy // Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) // (Ooh-ooh) can you feel my love heat? (Ooh-ooh) // Come on and sit on my hot seat of love // And tell me how do you feel, right after all // I'd like for you and I to go romancing // Say the word, your wish is my command"

"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine // (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely // I will pay the bill, you taste the wine // Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely // Just take me back to yours, that will be fine // Come on and get it // Ooh, love (there he goes again) // Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Everything's all right, just hold on tight // That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy"

[vivi-needssleep]

Hello! I thought I should just post a pinned for my blog so y'all get to know me a bit better, so here it is :]

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My name is Vivi, I'm non-binary and use they/them pronouns! I'm also asexual polyamorous panromantic and I live in Asia, Singapore 🇸🇬 (Please use tone tags!)

I'm in way too many fandoms, have way too many interests, and like way too many things.

However, some fixations I have currently are: Charlie Slimecicle, D&D, Just Roll With It, Shadows over Welde, Overwatch 2, Doctor Who, SMii7Y, Gravity Falls, Sanders Sides, The Umbrella Academy 1, 2, & 3, Good Omens, Owengejuice, Rats SMP, Ranboo, Generation Loss, and {more will be added eventually!!}

Aaand some of my current most favourite characters/people are: Gillion Tidestrider (JRWI Riptide), Charlie Slimecicle (cc) & any character Charlie makes, Zephrael (SoW), Klaus Hargreeves (TUA), Junkrat (OW2), 11th, 10th, & 14th Doctors (DW), Sans (UT), Deviant Connor (DBH), Loki (Loki), David Tennant (actor), Robert Sheehan (actor), Stanford Pines (GF), Virgil (SS), Michael Reeves (cc), and {more will be added eventually!!}

(Go check all of them out, they're all awesome! /nf)

Some other things/hobbies I enjoy are: singing, *listening to music, acting (voice, stage, & movie/show) & roleplaying (in-game & text), playing games, creating OCs, personas, & worlds in my head, doodling, occasional writing, and a few other things!

*I don't have any specific favourite genre of music, I mostly listen to anything that interests me :P

Some games I like to play are Overwatch 2, WEBFISHING, Minecraft, ROBLOX (only the good games), and some others but I forgot :|

And my favourite movies are The Wild Robot, Turning Red, The Greatest Showman, The LEGO Movie, Inside Out 1 & 2, and C⚉raline

Feel free to reach out and ask me anything you'd like, remember to drink some water and have a good day! :D

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the rest of my posts :]

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Note: This post will be edited and changed over time, so just be aware of that! ^u^

[xieyouji-xiegushi]

Just What I Needed (Chapter 3)

Cross-posting my fics while AO3 is down! This is a multi-chapter fic; please check out the contents page for additional tags, overall CWs and other chapters before reading!

Title: Just What I Needed (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: E

Ship: Destiel

Chapter 3 CWs: none

Summary: All Sam and Dean have to their names right now is $200, a '67 Chevy Impala, and a lead.

Dean dropped Sam off outside the library. Sam waved, wishing him a good date and reminding him to be careful. Dean was relaxed. He’d managed to wash his hair under a standpipe at the gas station earlier, and he had one of his last clean shirts on. He knew he didn’t exactly look his best, but at least Castiel probably wouldn’t be able to guess that he was effectively homeless.

He parked two blocks away from the Cheesecake Factory at precisely 6.45, giving him enough time to walk the rest of the way. He didn’t like to park right outside in case his jilted date tried to follow him. It wouldn’t do to have some angry guy memorising his plates. He walked briskly, not because he was cold, but actually a little excited. He tried to contain himself, but it was a long time since he’d been on anything that had even the semblance of a real date. He might have been out here scamming older guys for food, but they were out to get something for themselves too. He just didn’t usually give it to them.

Reminding himself that, no matter how pleasant the target, this was still just a scam, Dean hurried inside. Castiel was waiting just inside of the door. He smiled when he saw Dean.

“Aaron, I presume?”

“That’s me. Shall we grab a table?”

“Yes, we should.”

After they were situated, with two glasses of water and their food on the way, Castiel decided it was time to start the conversation.

“I hope this is okay. The restaurant, I mean. I never feel comfortable at expensive places.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I get that.” Dean did get it. He was all about quantity over quality, especially recently.

“Good,” Castiel responded, before falling silent. Dean waited for a couple of minutes, but there was no follow-up. Odd. Maybe Castiel was nervous. Okay, Dean could work with that.

“So, uh, do you come here often?”

Dean kicked himself internally. Why was that the thing that came out of his mouth? If he’d had a brain, he’d be dangerous.

“No, I do not frequent the Cheesecake Factory. I mainly eat at home,” Castiel answered the question, apparently taking it at face value. He looked down at his drink. More silence. Dean began to feel a bit awkward. The conversation just wasn’t flowing the way it had seemed to earlier. It was… weird.

“Hey, uh, are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Sorry. My people skills are… rusty. I mainly talk to computers. I haven’t been on a proper date since… well, I can’t remember, actually. I’ve forgotten what to do.”

Dean laughed gently. That made two of them.

“Well, you were pretty conversational earlier. Just stick with that.”

“Oh. That. Texting is easier than face to face interactions. And the questions thing – I, uh, saw that on stackexchange. I’m nowhere near that smooth in real life.”

Well, that made sense. Dean felt just the smallest twinge of disappointment, but he shelved it. If the date was bad, he wouldn’t feel guilty for cutting out early.

“I think, this is the part where I ask you to tell me about yourself, is it not?” Castiel continued. “How long have you been in town?”

“Just a few days. You’re local?”

“Yep, born and bred. You here for long?”

“Not sure yet. Probably not. We move around a lot.”

“We?”

Damn. Dean usually went out of his way to avoid giving any personal information to his dates. Castiel was more observant than he was used to. Most of the guys he went out with just wanted to talk about themselves. Oh well, he supposed he could give a few details, as long as they weren’t identifying.

“Yeah, I’m with my family. My Dad, and my kid brother.”

“Your dad? How old did you say you were again?”

“I didn’t, but I’m 24.” Dean lied. Really, he was 20, but a lot of guys were put off by that, and the ones that weren’t tended to be trouble. “Family business. I help out and take care of Sammy.”

“That sounds pleasant. I haven’t seen my brothers for a long time. They’re not… the best people.”

Oh. Okay. Awkward, and a little oversharing. Castiel wasn’t really what Dean had expected, but, somehow, he found that he didn’t mind. It was honestly just nice to meet someone who liked to listen as much as talk.

“Sorry to hear that, man. Having a brother… it’s awesome. Sammy’s the greatest kid. Does good in school, everyone likes him, you know. Never gets in trouble. Give him some apple pie and he’s happy as Larry.”

Dean lit up when he was talking about Sam, and Castiel noticed, smiling at him softly. It was a kind smile. It made Dean feel warm. Not many people looked at him like that these days.

“What’s the family business?”

“Oh, you know. Contracting. Short jobs, different cities, that sort of thing. We mostly live on the road.”

“Sounds interesting. Tiring, I imagine, but it must feel… freeing.” If Castiel had noticed how Dean had deflected the question, he didn’t comment. “I’m chained to a desk most days, I’m afraid. Not a very exciting life.”

“Well, thank god you met me,” Dean quipped, before his curiosity got the better of him. “Actually, if this is your first date in a while… why did you ask me out?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t even opened Grindr in, oh, must’ve been months. Today I just decided to check it out, see what’s out there, and there you were, right at the top. I didn’t know you’d just come into town. But it seems, I don’t know, serendipitous.”

As he said this, Castiel met Dean’s eyes, and held his gaze for the longest they had managed so far. Dean could tell that he was completely sincere. He almost found himself agreeing. Castiel’s eyes were truly striking. Dean felt like he was at risk of answering any question Castiel asked as long as he was looking into his eyes.

Their food arrived, and Castiel got to work on his quickly, with Dean taking it considerably slower. The conversation was moving more naturally now. They talked about Castiel’s job, which sounded just as boring as he claimed it was, their hobbies (Dean left several off the list), music, and a bit more about their families. Dean was careful not to give anything else away. Castiel didn’t go into much detail about his, either. What he did say made it sound pretty complicated. Dean could relate. Neither of them pried beyond what they were willing to share.

Dean almost jumped out of his chair when he felt his phone ring. He quickly checked his watch – how was it 8.30 already? He hadn’t been looking at the time at all. He supposed he had just been enjoying Castiel’s company.

“Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“No problem.”

Dean walked away from the table and answered the phone.

“Hi, Sammy.”

“Ready to go?”

Dean hesitated, glancing back at Castiel, who was still sitting at the table. God, he was good-looking. A tiny part of him wanted to stay.

“Dean? Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Right, right. Sorry. I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and returned to the table. No need for a fake frown; he actually felt bad about leaving. Castiel clearly didn’t go out much. Dean felt like he was wasting a rare opportunity for him.

“Castiel, I’m so sorry. I have to go. My Dad has to go to work, so I gotta go home and take care of Sammy. Sorry, I was supposed to have the night free.”

Castiel was silent for a few seconds, before turning his face towards Dean with an understanding expression.

“It’s okay. Here, let’s get your food packed up.” He motioned for a waiter to come to the table. “Could we get this food to go? And add an apple pie to that, and the bill, please.”

“Apple pie?”

“Sammy’s favourite, right?”

Dean was taken aback. Now he felt really guilty.

“Hey, Aaron, I had a great time tonight. Could I get your number?”

“What? Oh, right, of course.”

Dean had been asked this after a date before of course. This time, though, he gave Castiel his real number. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket as Castiel drop-called him.

“There, now you’ve got mine. Ah, and just in time,” he said, as the waiter returned with the food. He handed the bags to Dean, who accepted them gratefully. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks, Castiel. Be seeing you.”

“I hope so.”

Dean turned and half-ran out of the restaurant. Castiel would hopefully assume it was because he was rushing home, but really Dean just didn’t know how to respond. When he got back to the car, he pulled out his phone and saved Castiel’s number, grinning stupidly. Yeah, he was totally smitten.

He got back to the library at 8.55. Sam was waiting.

“You’re late.”

“Five minutes! And I got you pie.”

“What? How did you manage that?”

“The guy. He ordered it.”

Sam gave him a sidelong look. “And? How was it?”

“It was nice. He was nice.”

“That’s good. Shame you’re not gonna see him again.”

Dean felt a slight pang of sadness. “Right. Yeah. I’m not into second dates, anyway.”

There was a faint buzzing sound, which Dean realised had come from his phone. He opened it to check the notification. Grindr. He opened it, just to see what it was.

hi

u into older

?

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Well, it was a bit soon after his last date, but maybe Dean could book in dinner for later in the week. It would give him one less thing to worry about.

i’m open

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Good start. Not shutting it down, but not looking like he was into it either. Dean had discovered that if he came on too strong, they didn’t feel as inclined to spend money on him.

u avail?

[location]

here

now

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Yikes.

buy a guy dinner first?

i’m free tomorrow

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no dinner

1 hr

p2p

200

u come or not?

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Dean wracked his brain. What was ‘p2p’, again? Drugs? No, drugs was ‘pnp’, or sometimes ‘pArty’. No, ‘p2p’ was… oh, right. Pay to play. 200. That must’ve meant $200. Damn.

Dean was under no illusion exactly what he would be doing for that $200. To be honest, he’d considered it before, sometime after they got down to their last $500. He just hadn’t really known how to actually, you know, find a job.

pics?

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[image]

[image]

[image]

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Well, one out of those three was not exclusively a dick pic. The guy was definitely older than Dean, but still only looked to be about early 50s. He wasn’t stunningly attractive or anything, but not bad. Dean made up his mind.

ok

just got off work

can I shower at your place?

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sure

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be right there

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Dean looked over at Sam, who was working on his food.

“Hey, Sammy. I’ve gotta go, uh, take care of something. I’m gonna bring the car, so you just lock yourself in, alright? It won’t take long.”

“Where are you going? Hunting? Can I come?”

“No, and no. It’s just… a thing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay, sure. Just be careful, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

Dean sped across town and parked two streets away from the location. He grabbed his phone, leaving the car keys with Sam. He reached the house and rang the doorbell, hopping nervously from one foot to the other. The man opened the door and looked him up and down.

“Hi. Come in.”

“Thanks.” Dean ducked inside, heading straight to the bathroom. In his haste, he missed the text that came through to his phone.

Hey, Aaron. Did you make it home okay?

- Castiel: 21.20