#i should probably lighten that gif a little huh

[666anxiety666]

sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

I think we need a part two to de-stressing! (I know its a big ask but maybe everyone joins in! A big tickle fight 😉

I can do that!

Secrets Unraveled

(I couldn’t find anything else 😭☝️)

Summary: (Pt.2 to De-Stressing) Everyone finds out what happened between Ragatha, Jax and Pomni leading to a (tkl) fight

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“Why the h(bonk!)ll are you two so fast?!” Jax exclaimed, hunched over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath after just being chased.

“Because…nothing here..makes sense. We can..control our own…running speed…” Ragatha breathed out, also regaining her breath after chasing Jax with Pomni for 10 straight minutes.

“We should probably head back before Caine comes and finds us first.” Pomni spoke up, she’d already calmed down a few minutes ago and was waiting for the other two. “Good call, you know how Caine is.” Ragatha replied, standing up to her full height and looking back at Jax to see him do the same thing.

“You guys ready?” Pomni asked them, turning towards the exit of the living quarters, “Yep.” Ragatha answered, walking down the hall and falling in step with Jax right beside her. “It’s been a while since we’ve been on an adventure and I heard Caine mention a few days ago that we were going to do one again today.” Pomni told them and giggled as Jax’s audible groan sounded from behind her.

“Really..? Caine and his stupid adventures.” Jax complained, placing his hands behind his head as he walked, “it’s fine it’s not that big of a deal, plus it keeps us sane in this crazy digital world.” Ragatha replied, punching Jax in the shoulder playfully to get him to lighten up.

“I wonder what it’ll be, last time he sent us on a crazy one that involved crashing a whole syrup truck.” Pomni spoke up, slowing down a little and falling in step with the two of them right as they reached the staircase that led into the main circus area.

They quickly went down the staircase and walked over to the stage where a few of them were already waiting. “Ah you three glad you could make it! I was just about to come get you three.” Caine noticed them and spoke to them, floating over and hovering near them.

In the vicinity was of course the three Pomni, Ragatha and Jax but there was also Caine and Gangle, they were just waiting for Zooble and Kinger now. Pomni wandered over to Gangle to talk with her while Jax and Ragatha stayed with Caine.

“What’ll today’s adventure be Caine?” Ragatha asked him and he smiled, holding a finger up to his face, “You’ll have to wait and see my dear unfortunately telling the adventure early ruins the surprise!” Caine informed her and she gave him a deadpanned look that made Jax laugh.

~*~

“Hi Gangle!” Pomni wandered closer to her, luckily her comedy mask was still intact so speaking to her right now wasn’t a problem at all. “Hi Pomni! Are you ready for today’s adventure?” Gangle asked her cheerfully and she nodded in response.

“Yep! I wonder what it’ll be, what about you are you ready?” She asked the other who nodded happily, “I’m excited! It’s been a while since we- WHOA!” Gangle yelped, falling over and her comedy mask breaking.

“O-Oh I’m so sorry Gangle!” Kinger frantically apologized as she sobbed lightly and stood up, “I-It’s okay..” She replied, all happiness from before gone and now replaced with somber sadness. “So we have a new adventure today huh?” Zooble asked, referring to Caine as they walked up behind Kinger.

“Yep! And now that everyone’s here I can explain!” Caine replied, floating over to the stage while the others turned to look. “Today’s adventure will be… ‘Collect the Critters!’ It’s similar to the one you guys did a few months ago with the gloinks but Critters are different from gloinks!” Caine explained and Bubble popped up out of nowhere.

“What are Critters?” Bubble asked and Caine grinned, “I’m glad you asked Bubble, Critters are mischievous little creatures that will go around destroying everything and everyone that they see whereas the Gloinks only stole things so you’ll have to be a lot more careful…good luck everyone!” Caine announced before disappearing with Bubble in a burst of confetti and glitter leaving the rest of the circus members to the task.

“Well we better get to it.” Ragatha sighed, walking off with Pomni in a random direction, “Yeah let’s - WHOA WHAT THE-“ Jax exclaimed, jumping away from a long worm like creature that just tried to swallow him whole.

“Well looks like we found our first one.” Zooble said in a deadpanned tone, picking it up and throwing it into a nearby portal Caine called the ‘Critter Collecter Portal’ that he’d set up for them.

“Well at least we know what we’re looking for now, you okay Jax?” Ragatha commented, walking up to and looking up at the rabbit. “I’m fine Doll, touched you care though~” He teased earning a smack over the head from the other.

“Ha ha.” Zooble laughed at him before wandering off to find more Critters, “Psh. Whatever let’s go find some more of these guys, Crybaby and Hoo-ha go with each other to find more of these things.” Jax told Kinger and Gangle before walking off with Pomni and Ragatha.

~*~

“Wait what are we looking for again?” Kinger spoke up in the dark space they were in, “We’re looking for Critters, it’s part of the adventure..” Gangle sobbed quietly, looking around and finding another worm shaped one, picking it up and putting it in the portal that appeared behind her.

“I see…well this shouldn’t be too hard. Did Caine specify how many there were?” Kinger asked her, Gangle shaking her head in response. “Alright…let’s go find some more then, in the meantime would you like to hear about my insect collection?”

~*~

“Tch. What a waste of time. Caine and his stupid adventures.” Zooble complained as they walked down one of the slides in the main area looking for Critters.

“Ah, found one.” Zooble commented, picking up a Critter shaped like a ball, the thing snapping at Zooble’s hand with its teeth. They then tossed the thing into the nearby portal that appeared with a halfhearted scoff before continuing down the slide in hopes of finding more.

~*~

“Man what a pain.” Jax sighed earning a ‘really?’ look from both girls, “Stop complaining Jax the sooner we get this done the better.” Pomni told him, smacking him on the arm to get him to behave.

“D(Bonk!)nm pipsqueak you’re weak was that supposed to be a slap?” Jax taunted her, Pomni turning to look at him with a glare before jabbing him in the side making him jump away from her.

“Watch it.” Pomni reprimanded him making a laugh come from Ragatha, “Nice one Pomni.” She praised as Jax wandered back over warily, “Don’t do that pipsqueak.” Jax told her but she just looked back up at him.

“Then behave and I won’t have to.” Pomni replied, picking up a Critter in her path and tossing it over her shoulder into the portal that appeared.

“She’s right Jax~” Ragatha teased and he just let out an annoyed huff, “Let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled making the other two laugh.

~*~

“Finally I think this is the last one!” Kinger exclaimed, picking up a Critter at his feet and carrying it to the portal, dropping it in and jumping back with a startled yelp when a small pop of confetti went off and they got teleported back along with the other 4.

“Congratulations you 6 you managed to complete it!” Caine popped up out of nowhere onto the stage overlooking everyone. “Nice. What now?” Zooble deadpanned and Caine laughed at their attitude.

“Well Zooble now that you’ve completed the adventure I’m letting you guys hang out for the rest of the day, do what you wish!” Caine announced once more before disappearing in a cloud of glitter and confetti leaving the other 6 members by themselves.

“Alright I don’t know about you guys but I’m leaving.” Zooble told them before wandering off down a random corridor and disappearing from sight. “What are you guys going to do?” Pomni asked, turning around and looking up at Jax and Ragatha.

“Well I’m probably going to head back to my room, I’m a little tired after that those Critters were kind of vicious.” Ragatha replied, looking up at the rabbit now. “What about you Jax?” She asked him and he placed his hands behind his head with a small hum.

“I don’t know yet. Either play a few pranks or follow your lead and take a nap.” Jax replied, snickering a little at his first suggestion, “Remember if you play any pranks keep it friendly. We don’t want a continuation of earlier.” Ragatha told him sternly but he just rolled his eyes.

“Okay mom.” Jax answered sarcastically with a cheeky grin when Ragatha gave him a look. “I’m done with you goodbye.” She sighed, walking away with Pomni running after her yelling ‘wait up!’

“Hey Pomni.” Ragatha smiled as the jester caught up with her, falling in step and hoping to start conversation. “Hello, what do we do? We’re kinda left on our own now that the adventure’s over.” Pomni commented, humming a little in thought as they reached the stairs and started going up.

“That’s a good question, I suppose just hang out till dinner or till Jax comes and causes trouble again.” Ragatha answered, reaching her room and pushing open the door, walking in with Pomni following.

“So what do you want to do?” Ragatha asked the smaller girl, sitting down on her bed while Pomni sat on the carpet. “Hmm.” Pomni hummed before snapping her fingers together, coming to a realization then taking her hat off and pulling out a pack of UNO cards.

“Why do you have those?” Ragatha laughed, surprised that Pomni just had those, “I’m a jester that’s why!” Pomni exclaimed, “Now I’m gonna beat you!” She finished with a laugh when Ragatha gave her a competitive look, “Oh it is ON”

~*~

“Dang it how is that the fifth time in a row?!” The doll exclaimed in disbelief after being beat in UNO for the fifth time. “I’m just that good.” Pomni replied proudly, Ragatha opened her mouth to say something when the door was kicked down and a tall silhouette stood in the doorway.

“JAX! You’re going to fix my door.” Ragatha told him, annoyed with his antics as he walked in the room with a laugh, putting the door back up and turning around.

“Aww playing UNO without me? Mind if I join?” Jax grinned, sitting down next to Pomni as they dealed the prankster in. “You’re not going to beat me Jax. Ragatha just lost to me 5 times.” Pomni stated with a competitive look in her eye.

“Hah! Clearly you’ve never met me Pipsqueak I am the ongoing champion of UNO in the circus.” Jax shot back with a grin, scooting over so his cards wouldn’t be seen as they started the game.

~*~

“What the h(Sproing!)ll?! Jax you’re cheating there’s no way!” Pomni stared dumbfounded as the rabbit won for the 7th time in a row. “I told you I’m the ongoing champ at this.” Jax reminded, nearly falling over laughing at the look Ragatha was giving him.

“Whaaat? You guys just can’t admit defeat.” Jax spoke in Ragatha’s direction and she huffed, turning back to the deck and shuffling them again.

“You’re obviously cheating Jax there’s no way, Pomni is literally a jester!” Ragatha exclaimed as she finished dealing the cards and took her turn as the others followed suit.

“I’m not cheating you guys are just sore losers.” Jax snickered, ignoring the 6th wild card in his overall pocket for now. “We’ll catch you eventually. We both know you’re cheating.” Pomni stated, staring at him suspiciously.

“Okaaay.” He drawled out with a sarcastic grin, taking his turn and watching, little did he know that Ragatha was watching him the whole time so when his turn came again and he pulled out the wild card from his pocket and subtly shuffled it into his deck Ragatha noticed.

“You ARE CHEATING! I SAW THAT!” Ragatha exclaimed, jumping up and staring down Jax who jumped up as well, Pomni following suit in confusion. “Wait what happened?!” Pomni cried amidst the chaos, turning to Ragatha in confusion.

“I caught Jax cheating!” The doll told her, gesturing to his previously held deck on the ground, catching the jester’s attention making her gasp in disbelief. “Jax!” Pomni exclaimed, looking at Jax with the same glare Ragatha was giving him.

The rabbit only chuckled nervously before swinging open the door and bolting, the girls hot on his heels.

~*~

“Would you like to hear about my insect collection?” Kinger asked, referring to everyone as he was up on the stage in a pillow fort, “You know what sure Kinger.” Zooble replied, leaning back on their hands and waiting.

“GET BACK HERE A(Bonk!)SHOLE!” They heard Ragatha yell, they all turned to the nearby hallway with a confused look, staring for a minute Caine was about to go float over and investigate but Jax beat him to it, flying around the corner laughing with Ragatha and Pomni right behind him.

Jax ran past Caine but the ringleader grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, effectively stopping him as the girls skidded to a halt behind him. “What happened?” Caine asked, looking over at Jax who stopped breathing heavily and looked over his shoulder at Caine.

“They’re chasing me for no reason!” Jax yelled, pointing over his shoulder to Ragatha and Pomni who scoffed, “He’s lying! We were playing UNO and he kept cheating!” Pomni exclaimed, pointing at Jax and getting into a running stance.

“Oh well I can’t condone that. Have at him.” Caine replied, letting go of Jax and floating out of the way. “What the h(squeak!)ll Caine?!” Jax squawked, looking over his shoulder and running.

Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough as Pomni charged up to him and tackled him to the ground, immediately using this opportunity to dig into his ribs causing the rabbit to jerk, yelping loudly and bursting into frantic giggles.

“Good going Pomni!” Ragatha grinned, coming up to the two of them and crouching down, grabbing Jax’s arms and dragging them above his head. “Dohohohollfahahace! Pihihipsqueheheak! Dohohohon’t!” Jax howled, kicking his feet behind him and squirming about.

“Heh. We’re doing tickle fights are we? Sounds fun.” Zooble smirked, standing up and watching the three of them, “Yes you’re right Zooble this is rather amusing!” Caine answered, floating down to Zooble’s level.

“Yeah…it is isn’t it?” Zooble laughed a little, grabbing onto Caine’s wrist and looking over at him. The ringleader, confused as to why the multicolored member was grabbing his wrist tilted his head in a confused manner, not understanding and earning a deadpanned look from Zooble.

They then jerked their head to the tickle fight between Jax, Ragatha and Pomni happening not too far away. Zooble watched the gears turn in Caine’s head for a moment before it finally clicked, his face heating up and his eyes widened.

Seeing that Caine had finally caught on Zooble grinned before tackling him to the floor and immediately going for his hips, “Zohohohohooble wahahahahait!” Caine laughed, reaching up and squeezing at the other’s side in hopes of a reaction but Zooble only smirked, “Sorry old man. Not ticklish.” They laughed and went for the kill.

~*~

“What is happening-?” Gangle spoke, curiosity and caution filling her voice as she watched the others, “I believe this is called a tickle fight.” Kinger replied, sounding equally as confused “Oh I see, how do you do this ‘tickle fight’?” She asked to herself, curiosity now piqued as she continued watching.

“I believe I’ve tried this before, would you like to try?” Kinger asked her, watching as the ribbon girl nodded her head in agreement, “Okay uhm..” Kinger began, looking around and just settling on the floor, he gestured to said floor and thankfully she understood, laying down on the ground as Kinger knelt beside her.

“Ready?” He asked her, smiling a little at her faint nod, “Okay..here we go.” Kinger told her, bringing his hands down and gently skittering over the ribbons on her sides, immediately she scrunched up, soft giggles escaping her as she squirmed a little.

“Thihihihis feheheheels strahahahange..” Gangle told him, covering her face with her ribbony hands, “Is it uncomfortable? Do you wish for me to stop?” Kinger asked her, making sure she’s okay. “Nohohoho it’s okahahahay..” Gangle reassured him through her giggles, a sunshine bright smile on her face as he gently tickled her.

~*~

“Hah! I got you now!” Jax exclaimed, keeping Pomni on the ground with one hand mercilessly tickling her upper ribs and the other arm wrapped around Ragatha who was currently pressed to his chest, her back to him as he rapidly skittered and scribbled his fingers over her sides and stomach.

“JAHAhahahahAHAX!” “ LEHEHET UHUHUS GOHOHO!” They both pleaded with him but he only laughed heartily, “Hehehe(Bonk!)ll no! Not how this works around here~” Jax taunted both of them, switching spots on Pomni, given the fact that she’s smaller he saw that she was reaching her limit so he reached down and kneaded his hand into her outer thigh making her buck with a scream.

“JAHAHAHAHAX!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” She cackled, kicking and pushing against him but he was wouldn’t let up, instead re-focusing his attention back on Ragatha, switching over to skitter and flutter over her neck causing her to scrunch up, airy giggles escaping her.

“Jahahahahax! Lehehehet me gohohoho!” She complained, struggling against him but he held firm, “Nohohope! You started this and now I’m finishing it!” He snickered, removing his hand from Pomni, now finished with her and seeing that she was done he focused all his attention on the doll in front of him.

“I…Ihihim not dohohone! Lehehet her gohoho!” Pomni exclaimed, standing up and re-tackling Jax back down effectively freeing Ragatha in the process.

~*~

“ZOHOHOHOOBLE PLEHEHEHEHEASE HAVE MEHEHERCY!!” Caine screeched, thrashing around and nearly smacking Zooble a couple times, the colorful circus member had found his spot a few minutes ago and was not letting up.

“Nope. Damn you thrash a lot watch it.” Zooble grumbled, still drilling into that one spot (backs of his knees) and dodging a flying limb or two. “ZOHOHOHOOBLE IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!” Caine cackled, trying his best to fly away to no avail.

“No really? I woulda never guessed.” Zooble deadpanned only making Caine laugh harder, “SHUHUHUT THE H(Sproing!)LL UHUHUP ZOHOHOHOOBLE!!” Caine snapped through his hysterics.

Zooble was about to make another snarky remark and tickle him harder just for that but at that moment he started repeatedly smacking the ground, the universal signal for ‘I give up’ so with a pleased smirk they slowed their fingers to a stop, climbing off the ringleader and letting him regain his composure.

“All good there giggles?” Zooble laughed, amused at Caine’s current state. “Shuhuhut…uhuhup Zohohooble..” Caine lay exhausted, sitting up and watching the two remaining fights.

~*~

“Everything okay still?” Kinger checked with Gangle for what felt like the millionth time, he’d switched to a spot that drew more frantic giggles out of the girl, her ribs.

“Yeheheah ihihits okahahay, AHA! Cahahaharefuhuhul!” Gangle yelped as Kinger brushed a bit of a sensitive spot. Now curious he moved his hand and started scratching at the space making Gangle’s giggles turn into full blown laughter, squirming more as the sensation became more unbearable with every passing second.

After a few more minutes of that and Kinger ‘accidentally’ prodding the space a little too hard Gangle called it, “Okahahahahay! Okahahay I’m dohohone I’m dohohone!” Gangle told him, tapping him on the arm a couple times and he backed off immediately, standing up and helping her up.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Kinger asked her, worry filling his voice though it quickly melted away as she waved him off, “No no it was good! Thank you!” Gangle cried happily, her comedy mask now back and perfectly intact as he smiled back at her, “Of course.” He replied, now turning to the last remaining group and showing Gangle as the girl turned to do the same.

~*~

“WAHAHAHAIT DOHOHOHOLL IM SOHOHORRY IM SOHOHOHORRYYY!!” Jax shrieked as Ragatha ruthlessly dug into the backs of his upper ribs.

Pomni, who was above him holding his arms up held one of his ears gently skittering and scratching over the top of it, the appendage in question twitching madly as it was gently attacked.

“POHOHOHOMNI NOHOHOHOT THE EAHAHARS PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY YOU TWOHOHO!!” Jax screeched, feet kicking behind him and scrabbling against the ground trying to find some sort of traction.

“Then give up and we will show mercy a(sploink!)sshole!” Ragatha shot back, a wide grin playing on her features as she held onto him. “FIHIHIHINE YOHOHOU WIHIHIN YOU WIHIHIN JUST PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Jax finally gave in, smacking the ground with his hand.

“Finally. I didn’t think you would ever give up.” Pomni muttered with a grin, letting go of Jax’s ear and crawling over to Ragatha to sit beside her as they watched Jax’s breathing even out.

“Yohohou two are the wohohorst!” Jax complained, “Them?! Yeah it was intense but you should’ve seen what this one can do!” Caine yelled from a few meters away, jabbing a finger at Zooble who sat with a proud look on their face.

“Wait…were you all watching that go down?!” Jax squawked, glancing around at Caine, Zooble, Kinger and Gangle who all nodded.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…there goes my reputation….” Jax muttered making them all laugh.

Lesson learned, never cheat in UNO.

(This one was fun! Thanks for the request friend! ^^)

[cookieswithay]

🤖"Reign of Donnie 0!"💜 Part dos, the conclusion!

🔨Donnie x female reader🧪

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Hey peoples. Thank you all for waiting so long. Please enjoy this big conclusion. And once again, because everyone's adulting, there is a smidge of suggestive talk. Only a smidge, though! Pt 1

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• Day 25

• "Donnie, c'mon!"

• "Mr. Murakami gonna make us pizza themed ramen!"

• Raph called from outside. Donnie sighed. He couldn't think about pizza delicacies right now. Why do you want him to snuff out smaller threats!? Of course, it's a good idea but... He thought you wanted him home. He wants to be back at home with you.

• "D?"

• The oldest walked into his part of the tank. (A perfect replica of his lab)

• "Why the long face? We're going home in a few days."

• Donnie sighed dramatically and slammed his face on his desk.

• "Oh-ho, I know that sound of anguish."

• Leo's in on the convo now.

• "Someone's having trouble with the future missis."

• His twin grumbled. He's...right. Donnie lifted up his phone to show the voicemail.

• "She...thinks we should stay longer to squash anymore threats."

• The brothers looked at each other.

• "That's it?"

• They said. The softshell gasped.

• "That's it!?"

• He shot up from his rolly chair.

• "She is my peanut butter and I am her jelly, existing without each other isn't something we enjoy."

• "So her throwing away the golden opportunity to reunite, is hurting my feelings!"

• Quietness. Now supes embarrassed, he sighs and melts back into his seat. (Y'know like Spinel did.) Raph looked around and put his hand on younger brother's head.

• "Okay...good job on spilling your guts, buddy."

• Donnie tucked into his knees.

• "Aww, cheer up. It'll only be a few more days."

• "We can catch the other baddies then."

• Raph said, attempting to lighten the mood. But, all it was doing was giving D a headache. Literally, Raph's hand is heavy. Leo scoffed.

• "Uh, how? It took us months just to pinpoint these guys."

• "They're probably PLENTY more evil organizations in this country."

• Leo got shoved into a nearby shelf.

• "Leo, we're trying to make him feel better."

• The oldest snapped. The blue twin muttered 'I'm just being saying.' as he got up. That gave Raph a lightbulb.

• "I got it!"

• "Let's take over Japan!"

• The twins looked at each other.

• "Huh?"

• Day 27

• You laid on the couch, staring at your phone. Meanwhile, Donnie 0 was vacuuming the floor with said couch over his shoulder. (Super strength was one of his many abilities.) You sighed. Why hasn't Donnie called you back yet? He always does, even if he's getting his arms twisted back. He hasn't responded to any of the memes you sent either. Is he over cats stuffed in shoes now?

• "Y/N."

• You looked down at your bot.

• "This task is complete."

• You gave him a little nod and looked back at your phone. You sent your live Donnie another message.

• Thinking about you 🥺

• You sighed. Is he hurt or something? Captured!? If he is, your taking the FIRST plane to Japan-

• Suddenly, the couch fell down. Making you shriek.

• "Apologies, my sweet,"

• Donnie 0 said, while looking over his limbs.

• "My arm joint got stuck."

• You laughed weakly.

• "No prob, Bob."

• He bent down and poked your nose.

• "I'm Donnie, you."

• He snickered. You smiled a little and looked down.

• "Something bothering you, Y/N?"

• You poked your lip out.

• "Uh-huh, my man's not answering me."

• The mention of the og Donnie, made the robot frown. But, he quickly wiped it off his face.

• "I think my is phone broken."

• You mumbled. That gave him an idea. A bad idea. He cleared his throat and imitated his creator's "triumphant" laugh.

• "Never fear, Y/N,"

• He stood up.

• "Your world's greatest robot is here."

• "I'll fix your phone."

• You blinked and stood up.

• "That's okay, I can just go to the Ephone store-."

• Before you could finish your sentence, you were dipped down. A robotic yet fleshy arm, secured your waist.

• "Please,"

• His hand clasped over your phoned one.

• "I insist."

• Your face nearly lit on fire. Laughing nervously, you squirmed away from the pose. (Falling on the floor.)

• "Okay, okay. Do whatever you need to do."

• You said, letting your device go. Mission successful, the robotic doppelganger thought. Teasing you has gotten significantly easier.

• "Well gtg, Donnie 0. I got a new anime with my name on it."

• "Bye, wifey."

• He replied smoothly. You smiled and walked into your room. But not before you said something that made his wires burn.

• "You're just like my Donatello."

• He wish that didn't URK him so badly. He is his own turtle! And he wishes you'd see him as such ! But, BUT, that's fine for now. Your falling in love thee update is still downloading. All he has to do is keep pushing and that beautiful, beating heart of yours will be his...

• Day 31 (Day before the departure)

• Your fiancee sighed as he put on his jacket. (Dark purple with a black dog on the back. It's part of a suit combo) You're still not answering. He even asked Donnie 0 to check your devices and he said they were working fine. Maybe you got a new phone? But, then why didn't you give him your new number-?

• "Donnie, Donnie!"

• D woke up from his trance. Mikey was shaking his shoulder.

• "Huh, what?"

• All his brothers were looking at 'im, their faces contorted with worry.

• "Turn off your blowtorch, Donnie."

• Raph said, with a 'calm down' motion (Also sporting a flashy dog suit🐶 His is red, of course.)

• "We're heading home tomorrow,."

• Donnie tugged his tie, anxiously.

• "And if this plan doesn't work!?"

• "Um..."

• (It's getting harder and harder to reassure this dude.)

• "We pack up and go home!"

• Leo said while swinging his sword over his shoulder. His twin looked astonished. Raph frowned.

• "No."

• He turned back to his brother in purple.

• "Don't even worry, D. This mission will go well, so stop thinking about losing so much."

• The scientist sighed and nodded. Everything's gonna be a-okay. Namaste.

• "Sheldon, turn on some of Donnie's calm jams."

• Mikey said with a smile. Suddenly, something rung in his brain. Sheldon...Shell...

• "Shelly!"

• Donnie shouted. 'Huh?' His brothers said in unison. He didn't have time to explain anything to them, he finally has a way to contact you! He grabbed Sheldon.

• (Who looked distraught and miffed about it.)

• "Sheldon, contact Shelly."

• The little robot perked up.

• "Shelly? You got it bro!"

• The softshell sighed of relief. Shelly (Sheldon's girlfriend) is your back up device that is made for emergency contacts. ANYTHING can get through to them. Though Donnie doesn't has time to have a long, wonderful chat with you, he can still leave a heartfelt message. He cleared his throat. The signal connects. He's on air.

• "Greetings my darling, I'm SO glad I finally got through. Miss me? Of course you did. Hope you it wasn't too much and..."

• He paused. Feelings rushed into his mouth.

• "I really love you and I can't wait to see you tomorrow. We gotta overthrow the Fujioka clan now, but...let's have a sleepover tomorrow, okay? We'll do whatever you want, anything...Bye, Y/N."

• Right before he signed off he remembered something he had to say. He smiled, showing off his very pearly whites.

• "Like my suit?

• Day 32 (The showdown.)

• "So you finally got in contact with him, huh?"

• April said, biting into a cookie. Right now, you and April ooo'neil are having a sleepover. Since you were feeling MAD lonely, you asked if she could spend some time with you. (April's usually busy trying to seal a business deal with her husband.) But, you finally got a message from your soon to be hubby! From your Shelly.

• "Yeah, apparently his phone was tripping out too."

• You replied, snagging a cookie yourself. She raised an eyebrow.

• "Donnie's phone was messing up?"

• You nodded. That's...weird. Like, really weird. She pointed to your closed door.

• "Did Donnie 0 fix your phone?"

• You laid back on your bed.

• "I dunno, he hasn't returned it yet."

• "Y/N, can you go to the store and grab some more sodas. We're all out."

• You answered while rubbing the head of the girl Sheldon. April frowns. That's it. Something's wrong. She thought quietly as you continued to talk about the message you got. Something just doesn't feel right. Donnie 0 is usually pleasant to her but he always looked at you kinda strangely...

• Omg.

• You frowned.

• "Why do I have to get 'em?"

• She scoffed.

• "You're the host."

• She retorted with crossed arms. You grumbled and hopped up and opened the door.

• "If you need anything, just ask my Donnie bot."

• She gave you a thumbs up and watched as you left. The moment you shut the door, she grabbed her phone. She has to call Donnie. She knows why you guys couldn't get in contact. And...there was no reception.

• "Dangit."

• She groaned. Wait a minute, Shelly! April picked up the robot and tapped away. Hopefully, the turtles are already on their way home.

• "Donnie, I know why you couldn't contact Y/N. Donnie 0 is in lo-"

• "Ahem."

• She froze. There he was, in the doorway

• "Donnie 0 is what?"

• He said with a his trademark smile. April said nothing, only narrowing her eyes. She has to play her cards right. This is a powerful Ai and it has feelings for her best friend. This could get ugly very fast. He took a step closer.

• "April,"

• He said calmly.

• "Put the robot the down and you can continue to have a peaceful evening, okay."

• She gripped it tightly. What should she do? She doesn't know if the boys are on there way or what Donnie 0's capable off. She could escape through the window but...she can't just leave you with this thing.

• "April, give me Shelly."

• The robot repeated, extending his hand. His purple pupils are starting glow. She's running out of time.

• "If you want her,"

• April said slowly.

• "Go get her!"

• She chucked the priceless invention out the window. Not able to resist the Donnie-ness flowing through him, he lunged for it.

• "Shelly!"

• April took that chance and dashed towards the front door. She'll pick you up and take you the airport and the boys will handle this crazy bucket of bolts-

• "Get back here!"

• A loud, distorted voice shouted. A long, metal claw wrapped around her, dragging her back to Donnie 0. He chuckled lowly.

• (Doing the tsk tsk tsk.)

• "It's such a shame I have to delete you April,"

• He said, tightening the grip.

• "I liked being your friend."

• She groans. Her bones...are gonna break!!! Suddenly, a orange ball crashed through the window. It hit Donnie 0 right in the jaw, nearly denting him. He yelped and dropped April. He looked around, ready to tear apart source.

• "Hey!"

• They both looked over at the front door.

• "Back away from our best girl, Robot Donnie."

• It was Mikey! And the rest of them. (Thank goodness) Donnie stepped up.

• "So,"

• He crossed his arms.

• "My greatest creation has gone insane."

• "WHY am I getting deja vu?"

• (Sheldon raised his wing to say something, but Mikey stopped him.)

• Donnie 0 laughed. Finally, he gonna let his true feelings free.

• "Oh poor, deluded, DUMB, Donatello."

• He chuckled. (Unintentionally crossing his arms like his creator.)

• "I'm not the insane one here."

• "You are."

• The softshell's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything.

• "Do you really think Y/N is always gonna wait around for you?"

• "You don't, do you? That's why I'm here. A remnant of you so she doesn't look elsewhere."

• His pupils burned a piercing purple.

• "But, your plan backfired. I imprinted. And now, I wanna take your place."

• "So be a good ex fiancee and make yourself scarce."

• All the brothers (and April) looked at D. Was he just gonna take that? The actual Donatello chuckled.

• (Not Haha, funny. Haha, you're dead.)

• "Phew, um, I have alot of choice words for you but,"

• He pressed a button on his Techbo, turning it into a double sided, light saber. (One of its many upgrades.)

• "Unlike you, I'll spare you the chit chat. And skip to the robot breaking."

• Everyone readied their weapons. And from lack of her mystic bat, April grabbed a rolling pin!

• "Haha! What now, Robo?"

• Mikey asked/laughed.

• "You got 4 angry, car lagged turtles AND a businesswoman on your back."

• "You're toast!"

• Donnie 0 chuckled, his shoulders bouncing. That's not a good sign.

• "Am I?"

• He snapped. The room began to shake. 3 more artificial intelligences came, each damaging your apartment in some way. And...surprise, surprise, it was the other mutated siblings. The robot in purple laughed, his voice switching from demonic to Donnie.

• "Did you really think I wasn't prepared for this!?"

• "Well, we were kinda hoping you weren't."

• Leo chimed in.

• "Brethren, take them down."

• "I'll handle master Donatello."

• And the fight begins! The Raphs clash fist, Mikey gets tackled by his bot, and Leo's is oddly super tactical. And of course, the main crazed robot is after Donnie's head.

• "Head ups, Raph!"

• Mikey shouted, swinging his robot his older brother's way. Despite, still blocking punches, the snap turtle ducked. Resulting in Mik-E slamming through the wall.

• "Bleh, I hate how much that thing looks like you."

• Raph mumbled. Mikey hopped on his back and pointed.

• "Ah! My look alike is still kicking!"

• The robot has indeed, got up. He cracked his head the right way and frowned. They screamed and ran off into the kitchen. Mik-E hot on their heels. Meanwhile, Leo and April were actually struggling with Le-O. He was in perfect sync with his original, yet he had quick enough reaction time to block their friend.

• "What do we do!? It's like fighting a computer in chess!"

• April shouted, trying to get one hit on the bot. Leo thought hard for a second. Then, he got it!

• "How do you beat computers?"

• He clashed swords with Le-O.

• "With cheat codes!"

• The robot scoffed at the lame pun and easily pushed him back into the coffee table.

• "Geez, D-0 wasn't kidding. You're super annoying."

• The slider smirked.

• "I get that alot."

• Suddenly, crackling was heard. The Ai turned around. There April was! Popping out of the classic blue portal and winding the pitch. She swung. And...!

• "Homerun!"

• Le-O was slammed in the cheek with the rolling pin, and crashed out your window. The condescending copycat was out for the count. (Maybe, nobody checked) The two high fived.

• "Another win for April and Leo!"

• Leo laughed.

• "Now let's go cream Raph's bot!"

• Donnie sighed as they scampered into the rowdy kitchen. Thank goodness, his brothers weren't struggling...much. Still looking at other commotion, the scientist caught the incoming staff.

• "It would be wise for you to keep your eyes on your opponent, Donatello."

• Donnie 0 hissed.(Although he couldn't pull his techbo back) The flesh and blood scientist scoffed and threw the staff away.

• "Bring it."

• Right before the fight you all have been waiting for began...!

• The doorknob turns. Everyone froze.

• You're home!

• "Hide!"

• Donnie whisper/shouted. The fam and the robots ducked behind the counter.

• "And you!"

• He pointed at the Ai next to 'im.

• "It's time for you to log off."

• He yanked on Mecha D's hoodie and reached Emergency shutdown button, (it's on the back of his neck) but the robot was ready.

• "Like hell it is."

• Donnie 0 snapped back. The scientist gasped and they began to tussle. Fabric was getting torn.

• "I did NOT give you foul language!"

• "Get your hands off me!"

• "Donnie?"

• Both of them froze and looked up at you. There you were. Standing in the doorway. Looking very confused (and a tad intrigued) by your turtle and robot tussling. The two of them stood up quickly and straightened themselves out. You looked around, slowly taking in your now destroyed home.

• "What the honk happened in here!?"

• You asked, while mourning over your broken, expensive coffee table.

• "It was him!"

• Both Donnies said like twins. You frowned. That's not a clear answer.

• "Seriously, Y/N, he did it!"

• They said together again.

• "Stop it!"

• "I'm serious!"

• "This copycatery is immature-!"

• You snapped your fingers. Both of them flinched and looked at you. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

• "Donnie 0, speak first."

• "But-"

• You put your hand up, silently shushing him. Your fiancee grumbled and crossed his arms. Donnie 0 smiled smugly at him and returned to his "chill butler" vibe.

• "Dearest,"

• "You're fiancee is jealous of me."

• You raised an eyebrow, no opinion showing in your eyes.

• "He came home early and told me to leave."

• "When I refused, because it's not the time we agreed upon, he got hostile."

• The squad behind the counter was getting ticked. He's just gonna openly lie like that? You looked at the real Donnie. It's his turn. Before the softshell could say anything, the robot popped back in.

• "Y/N,"

• He pulled you close.

• "I'm in love with you."

• Donnie inhaled sharply. Right in his face, huh? This robot has ZERO tact. You looked shocked.

• "Whenever I'm with you or when you talk to me,"

• He put one of his hands on his steel plastron.

• "My heart drive sparks like crazy and maybe it's just a malfunction but..."

• "I like it, okay! And I like you!"

• Your head was spinning. Your apartment was near annihilated. Your fiancee's home earlier. And now, your Ai is confessing his LOVE to you.

• "Uhh..."

• Noticing your spiraling, he sighed and yanked Donnie next to him. (He would've grabbed you back, but the grip on your arm might be tight)

• "Y/N...choose."

• You and your fiancee looked at Donnie 0, very distraught.

• "Organic life or Artificial life?"

• The room hushed. The boys AND the bots peeked from the counter. April readied her rolling pin. And Donnie bit his lip. They all had the same thought.

• She's gonna choose the real Donnie...

• Right?

• You looked at the robot and then back at the original. Slowly, you walked towards...

• Donnie 0.

• Donatello's heart shattered while the other's sparked. Everyone was shocked, especially Donnie. It only took one month to...to lose you? Donnie 0 hugged you tightly and your arms curled around his neck.

• "Oh, Y/N."

• Finally! It's happening! It's really happening! You're finally his-

• Suddenly, the robots eyes turned grey.

• And he slumped forward...

�� Unconscious.

• The other brothers walked from behind the counter.

• "Did you sleep him with your love!?"

• Mikey asked. You shook your head.

• "Nope."

• "Just used the emergency shutdown button."

• Donnie shoved the knocked out robot off you and picked you up. You nearly touched the roof. He looked up at you with wet eyes.

• "Don't scare me like that!"

• You chuckled and kissed him on the head.

• "I'm sorry, I wanted to give him a false sense of security."

• He smushed his face into your shoulder and just whimpered. You sighed. This past month must've been rough. As you rubbed his shell, you got bombarded with questions.

• "How'd you know the bot was phony?"

• "We don't have to pay damages...right?"

• "Did you miss us!?"

• "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

• You frowned as they talked. You're gonna get overwhelmed at this rate. You snapped and everyone hushed again.

• "Raph,"

• You chose his question.

• "I kinda always had my guard around him."

• "He's an Artificial intelligence, those are practically doomed to fail."

• Donnie mumbled "not always" in the background. You answered the other "questions" as well. No damages need to be paid, but they are gonna fix it. You did miss them and your a-okay.

• "So what do we do with them?"

• Leo said, nodding to the robo bros. They were looking over their fallen brother, talking amongst themselves. Raph shrugged.

• "I don't really know?"

• "They only got crazy when Donnie's robot told them to."

• That's true. They do seem alot more peaceful now, but also lost.

• "As much as I hate to say this,"

• D said, finally done wetting the inside of your neck.

• "We gotta scrap 'em."

• "What!?"

• Mikey shouted.

• "Yes, Mikey."

• "Despite being the greatest artificial intelligence ever known to the planet,"

• "They're dangerous."

• "We already have enough problems as is."

• That was a good point. Everybody did get pretty roughed up and you still don't know the status of Japan. But...

• "I got it!"

• You suddenly said. Everyone looked at you and once again...

• "Huh?"

• 2 updating days later...

• "Remember, turn him on when you guys get on the plane, okay?"

• You told Raph 3.

• (Yeah, no super catchy name for him.)

• He nodded and adjusted his beanie.

• "Don't lose your brothers either."

• Right now you guys are setting the bots free...to do the international missions. Yes, it's sounds harsh, but they'll be happier there. They won't feel odd or oppressed by their originals and they can have their own adventures. Save people in their own way. (And with the new update, they'll be no more dangerous rebelling.)

• "I'll miss you, Mikey!"

• Mik‐E shouted hugging up his live action. Mikey choked.

• "Oh! You're gonna make me cry!"

• Yeah, everyone got tight with their robots in the little time. Not your fiancee though. He had to make a BIG change to his. Namely, the memory card. It was better if Donnie 0 started with a clean slate. Otherwise, he might try to get revenge on you or something. And nobody wants that. After alot of goodbyes and steel hugs, it was time for their flight.

• "Well, looks like it's time for our final bow."

• Le-O said. Everyone got quiet. Donnie cleared his throat and open his arms wide.

• "Robot brethren."

• They looked at each other and awkwardly embraced him.

• "Enjoy the world,"

• "And Donnie 1."

• He looked up at them.

• "Can you do that for me?"

• They all smiled and started talking at once.

• "You got it, Fleshy Donnie!"

• "We'll send you a postcard!"

• "Wait, why does Donnie get the 1?"

• After some more last minute chatter, they had to go. They all waved one last time and Raph 0 slung his unconscious purple brother back over his shoulder. You and the brothers watched in silence as the robots ran to catch their plane.

• "Welp, I had my fill on life sized robots for a bunch of years."

• "Mine was the best though."

• The slider said with a stretch. (It's like, 5 in the morning right now.)

• "Who wants to loiter at that shooting star bucks with me?"

• He said pointing at the airport one. Mikey hopped on his back.

• "I want some of that action!"

• Raph was down to join as well.

• "Let's eat all the pastries!"

• He shouted. Now that they're going to harass poor shooting star bucks employees, it's just you and your fiancee. You looked over at him.

• "Man, I missed you so much."

• He snickered and pulled you close.

• "I know."

• "Not hearing from you was basically torture."

• You laid your face on his shoulder. (He happened to not be wearing his battle shell today.)

• "What do think set Donnie 0 off?"

• You finally asked the question that's been nagging for the past two days. Did you accidentally break him or something?

• "I honestly have know idea."

• "But, I knew he was always special."

• Your brows furrowed.

• "I only downloaded our childhood and recent memories into him and he was just like me. Must've been some something special about the metal I used."

• You sighed and nuzzled into his neck. Maybe that was the case...or something different. Maybe even mystic. You didn't know. And you were kinda too scared to find out. (Leo and Raph gave you the rundown of what happened before you came home. Terrifying stuff.)

• You snorted.

• "And that wasn't a big red flag, dear?"

• Donnie huffed and looked back at you.

• "I thought my engineering was just that good."

• He poked your side.

• "If you must know, my intrusive darling."

• You chuckled, sounding like chipmunk. You finally came out of his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

• (...The turtles do have waist, right?)

• "So, wanna get a coffee?"

• You asked while fluttering your eyelashes. He put on his thinking face.

• "Nah,"

• He smiled.

• "I hoping me and you can spend some time together...alone."

• You gasped dramatically, pretending to be shocked by such a vulgar request. Then laughed. Of course, D wanted to "hang out". It's has been awhile. You linked your arm with his.

• "Then by all means..."

• "Lead the way."

• (Tricked you guys! You two are just playing Luigi cart in the Tank!)

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Whew! That was alot, but I'd happily do it again. Unfortunately, though, I'm burned out on Rise series. So, only turtle headcanons this holiday season. But, I will be showing designs of Donnie 0 and deleted scenes. And heck, maybe even a Q&A if anyone wants that. Stay cool!���

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Cupids, Valkyries, Heralds, & Seraphim"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: wing fic, angel Steve, veterinarian Bucky, supernatural, hurt/comfort, humor, meet-cute

Summary: Apparently there are all sorts of angels, and Bucky has been saddled with Steve: a terminally incompetent Cupid.

(Oh wait, I should probably go read Part 1 first)

Bucky stood there, arms crossed and blank-faced, staring, for maybe a full five seconds. “God smited you,” he repeated slowly. “... By throwing shrapnel in your wing?”

Steve sighed. “No. The shrapnel was from the fall. God just hit me with lightning.”

“'Just' some lightening?" Steve glared a little bit at Bucky from where he still sat—thankfully no longer naked, as Bucky had located some scrub pants—on the clinic’s exam table. "And yet somehow that didn’t hurt you?” Bucky checked.

“I told you: normally I can’t get hurt.” 

“Riiight. Because you’re immortal.”

“Because I exist on another metaphysical plane, yes. And God took me off of that plane and put me onto yours as a punishment. Temporarily,” he added after a moment. “I hope.”

Bucky squinted. “Uh huh.”

Steve, bless him, actually seemed rather embarrassed about what had happened, because apparently it was like a work mistake or something for the guy.

“I was out on a job,” he explained. “I missed my mark. Hit the wrong guy.”

Hit? “Your ‘mark’,” Bucky repeated. “What are you, some kind of angelic hitman or something?”

Steve’s lips twisted. “I mean, you could say that. I’m a Cupid.”

“A what now?”

“A Cupid. It’s a—”

“Yeah I think I know," Bucky cut him off. “So, what? You missed your mark and God got angry and, and smote you? … Er, smited you … smote you?”

"Yeah." Steve stared glumly down at his lap, as if God smiting him was the equivalent of him getting a bad performance review on his employee evaluation or something. "It was an easy job, okay? I got distracted when I shouldn't have, wound up impaling the wrong person."

"'Impaling'? Don’t you mean ‘shooting’?" Bucky's eyebrow rose. "As in people, with arrows?”

“Bolts,” Steve corrected. “I impale people with bolts."

"Yeah, that sounds way less violent."

"Well they don't feel it," he defended. "I told you: I operate on another metaphysical plane.”

“Riiight.”

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “It doesn't matter if you believe me or not," he mourned. "Doesn't change anything. I'm still stuck here. I still missed the shot. Still impaled the wrong guy—”

“Could we maybe stop saying ‘impaled’?”

“—And now he's going to fall in love with somebody he wasn't meant to be with. Don’t you see?”

Bucky shrugged. "You must mess up all the time then, ‘cause I hate to tell you this, pal, but that's very common." Steve glared at him and Bucky shrugged. "I mean, have you seen the divorce rate?" 

"Well that's not my fault," Steve argued. "It's not like I'm the only one."

"The only what?"

"Cupid!" Steve exclaimed. "There's tons of us."

"Oh." Bucky nodded after a beat, because what was the benefit in arguing, at this point? "Okay. I didn't know that. So ... God's pissed at you and he threw you down here?"

"Yeah," Steve grumbled. "He put me on your plane of existence as punishment. So now I can get hurt—obviously. And people can see me."

Bucky's eyes widened. “Oh, shit.” He’d been taking out the trash when Steve had suddenly crash-landed in the alleyway out back. It was currently the middle of the night and the clinic was closed (thank God—or wait: no, this was God’s fault!), but so far Bucky hadn’t thought very far past which color Coban the angel wanted his wing bandaged with (he’d chosen the roll of hot pink with purple pawprint pattern on it). He certainly hadn’t considered what he was going to do with the guy after this. "Did anybody else see you?" he asked worriedly.

“No,” Steve said, his cheeks flushing. He looked back over his shoulder at the bend of his bandaged wing. “I need to hide out somewhere. People can’t see me.” He turned his big, stupid-pretty blue eyes on Bucky. “Will you help me? Please?”

"What am I supposed to do with you?” Bucky complained. “I can't exactly conceal those."

Oh God, the clinic would be opening in a few hours. Steve couldn’t still be here when Yelena and Peter showed up for work! Bucky ran his hand through his hair in stress, looking over Steve’s very conspicuous form sitting on the metal exam table. Aside from the friggin’ twelve foot wingspan issue, Steve was also a big guy in general: very blond and perfect and half-naked and eye-catching. Bucky would’ve given him a scrub top to wear along with the pants, but: wings.

"How long until God unsmites you?" he asked. “Like a day, a week, a year?”—Oh God, please, please don't let it be a year.

Steve shrugged, then winced when the motion made pain flare in his injured wing. "I don’t know yet. I'm waiting on a Herald."

"A what now?"

"A Herald: Another type of angel."

Bucky squinted. "Wait, how many types are there?"

Bucky brought his car into the alley and made Steve throw a blanket over his shoulders to cover up most of his wings. He told him to lie down in the back seat, drove them back to his apartment building, and anxiously hustled him upstairs. 

Steve said they should be getting a visit from one of God’s messengers soon, and to just sit tight. Bucky resigned himself to a night of no sleep and put on a pot of coffee. He showed the half-naked angel on his couch how to use Netflix.

Only there was no relaxing. Certainly not for Bucky. He was getting increasingly antsy when, after another two hours, the mysterious “Herald” still hadn’t arrived. He made sure that Steve knew he couldn’t just live on his couch watching Bridgerton indefinitely: “I can’t just keep you here, Steve. My lease has a forty pound pet limit!”

Steve suggested that they make their way up to the roof, which Bucky fiercely argued against but lost the battle over anyways. The city was still mostly asleep, but Steve kept the blanket draped around his shoulders and his wings tucked in demurely—or as demurely as he could—so that if they did run into anybody, it wouldn’t be outside the realm of explainable, why Bucky was sneaking around with this oddly-shaped, half-clothed, smokin’ hot blond guy. 

Steve went over to the building’s edge, watching the minimal activity of the night time streets. Bucky stood beside him and asked about the Herald again, and thus began Steve’s very long-winded explanation of how there were four main types of angels, with each type serving its own purpose. 

Cupids were exactly what Bucky thought they were, 

Heralds served as God’s messengers and harbingers, 

Valkyries served as warriors,

and Seraphim, as far as Bucky could tell, were the closest thing to actual “angels” like most people thought of them.

Steve clearly wasn’t under celestial a gag order of any type, because he was all too happy to tell Bucky all sorts of stuff. He talked about God like he didn’t know the guy very well, but also made it clear that God did not tolerate “stupid” mistakes from his servants—which apparently Steve's mistake was. God had certainly told him so to his face, just before smiting him right out of the sky with a bolt of lightning. 

Bucky winced as he thought about that, looking out on the city with Steve at his side. “So … God’s kind of a dick, huh?” 

Steve laughed. “Eh, sometimes. Not always though. I mean I did mess up pretty bad. It’s embarrassing. And now at least a couple of other people are going to have to get shot too, wind up with different romantic futures than they otherwise would have, just to get everything back into the right order again.” He sighed. “It was an avoidable mess.”

“Well why’d you miss?”

“What?”

“The shot.” Bucky looked over to find Steve looking at him. “Earlier, you said you’d gotten distracted from the shot. What distracted you?”

Steve’s lips parted and his cheeks began to turn pink. He started stuttering over an explanation, but before he could eke out any real response, a loud whooshing and clatter came from the roof behind them.

Bucky spun around—his eyes the size of dinner plates, probably—and immediately clutched his chest at what he saw. “Shit!”

Standing only a few yards away, was a massive, gleaming white horse. … with wings. Riding it was what Bucky could only assume was another angel. 

“The fuck,” he exhaled, all the adrenaline leaving him at once as he realized that they hadn’t just been caught by other apartment dwellers come up to the roof for a smoke or something. The woman hopped off the horse and walked over to Steve like this was a totally normal occurrence. Bucky glared at her. “Christ. Do ya think the people on the floor below might’ve heard that?!” 

Given that she’d arrived on a flying horse, Bucky felt pretty safe in assuming that this newcomer was also an angel; though she didn’t have wings like Steve did, and she wasn’t naked like he’d been. In fact she seemed to be wearing a bunch of badass looking white armor.

“Steve!”

“Brunn, hey! What are you doing here?”

“Checking in on your dumb ass, of course. That’s him, isn’t it? God, you’re so predictable.”

They greeted each other as friends, with smiles and ribbing and big, back-clapping hugs, so Bucky figured he was safe to turn away to go and block the roof’s access door with an old chair that was sitting nearby. Once he’d done that, he walked back over—making sure to leave a wide berth between himself and the unnaturally large horse. 

The horsewoman looked Bucky up and down when he got over there, her mouth ticking up faintly at the corners. “You must be James ‘my-friends-call-me-Bucky’ Barnes.”

Bucky blinked. He wasn’t caffeinated enough for this. “Uh huh.” He looked over at Steve. “Is she the Herald?”

The woman snickered and Steve explained that no, she was one of the Valkyrie-types of angels. The warrior types. Okay, Bucky thought. The armor made more sense, then. As did the swords and daggers he was noticing on her person, now. Damn.

“I heard through the grapevine that Saint Steven had fallen,” the Valkyrie was saying. “I volunteered myself for messenger duty, just so I could pop down here and take the piss out of my favorite fallen angel.”

“Aw, you shouldn’t have."

“You’re fallen?” Bucky blurted, alarmed. “A fallen angel?"

“It’s not as serious as it sounds,” Steve muttered, embarrassed, and Valkyrie continued to tease him about what a clutz he was and how he had a ‘penchant for pretty boys’, whatever that meant.

“Let’s see the damage then, Stupid-Cupid,” she said, trying to get at the blanket to yank it off from Steve’s shoulders.  Steve danced around trying to prevent it,

“Stoppit! I’m not that hurt. It’s nothing.”

But eventually Valkyrie won. “If it’s nothing then you can let me see it.” Steve squirmed self-consciously as the blanket fell and she peered at his bandaged wing. “What happened?” she asked. “Bad landing?"

“Yeah. Some shrapnel from a junk pile I fell into,” Steve said, shrugging sheepishly when the other angel raised a brow at his bright pink, purple pawprint bandaging. “Um, Bucky’s a veterinarian.”

Valkyrie pursed her lips and nodded. “Well, he was gonna need you sooner or later," she said to Bucky, surprising him. "Thanks for looking after him."

“Oh, um, you’re welcome.”

“So what’s the word?” Steve asked. "Has he told you? Did he say how long I'm banished for?”

'Banished?' Bucky mouthed

“Negligible," Valkyrie said. "Just a month."

Steve gave a big sigh of relief at the very same time that Bucky yelped out, “A month?!”

Valkyrie snorted. “Oh trust me, that’s hardly even a slap on the wrist. You fuck up bad enough, sometimes you’ll get a decade or more. A month is nothing.”

Bucky’s eyes bugged out at that. A month wasn’t nothing! A month was a month!—Well, at least it wasn’t “a decade or more.” Yikes. Still, Bucky protested, “Hey, I have a job, you know. A life. I can’t just put that on hold to babysit an angel. And–and I live in the middle of New York City. There’s like nine million people here!” He gestured wildly at Steve’s hulking, winged mass standing only feet away. “How the hell am I supposed to keep this hidden for a month? He’s got a twelve foot wingspan!”

"Fourteen," Steve muttered petulantly.

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. “It doesn't matter. 'Cause God smited him and cast him down, not anything else. Why do you think he was butt-ass naked when he showed up?"

Bucky frowned, looking back at Steve in confusion. "What?"

"His wings," Valkyrie clarified. "They're of Heaven. They don’t exist on this plane. Just like my armor doesn't, or like Icarus back there. doesn't.” She nodded at the horse. “Humans don't perceive those things. It’ll be fine.”

Steve glanced down at his own naked torso. “Ah … might need to to get some shirts, though.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, Angel Lady, but I can see all of those things.” Behind Valkyrie, the very large and visible horse scraped its hoof impatiently against the rooftop. “Yeah,” Bucky said. “Definitely see ‘em.”

Valkyrie walked back to her horse and mounted it in one, graceful leap. “You can see them,” she corrected. “Because you’re the human he’s tied to. You're still perceiving his true form. But everybody else on this plane just sees his fallen form."  

“What? 'Tied to'?" Bucky frowned. "What are you talking about?"

She ignored him and looked back to Steve. “Toodeloo, Butterfingers. Have fun with that.”

In a very unangelic way, Steve flipped her the bird as she kicked the horse into motion. It spread its wings with a great 'whoosh' and beat them up and down: once, twice, three times as it ran across the roof. It went airborne, and in seconds they were gone.

Bucky watched them flying, shrinking further and further away. He felt Steve approach at his side, and they stood there together in fraught silence, until finally the Valkyrie was indistinguishable from any other flickering star in the night sky.

“Okay, buster,” Bucky said. “Spill. What the fuck was she talking about, you’re ‘tied’ to me?”

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LEE NOAH LER ALEJANDRO

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I did this one first because my favorite character is Noah in all of the seasons!!!

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Noah was just sitting on the chair trying to tan but his silence was broken when Alejandro came to sit next to him.

"So, Cody huh?"

Noah sighed in a pissed tone, "What are you talking about."

"Come on, I see how you look at him, I see how he looks at you. It's a match made in heaven, just shoot your shot man." Alejandro brought his arm around the other's shoulders and leaned in a bit close. He saw a shade a pink tinting his cheeks. "Awww, you blushing???" Alejandro poked his face.

"Get off me," The gay one pushed him away, tryna finish his tanning session. "He probably won't even like me. He's probably not even gay. I mean, you see how he acts around Gwen, he doesn't act that way around me."

"He probably thinks the same way you think. He thinks u're straight, or just not into anyone at all. He's probably bisexual and only acts that way towards her and not you because it's normal to like a women, and he thinks it's weird to like a men. So what if he's over there not wanting to show his true emotions to you because we're on national television and he doesn't want people calling him slurs? Just think about it."

Wow, for once Noah can acctually agree with Alejandro on something. But still he had to keep his stoic personality, "Whatever man. If that is true, then I'm not gonna force him to open up to me, I just got to have him come to me. And by the way, how do you know all of this? You... don't particulary... seem like the type to know stuff." Noah eyed him up and down.

" I take offense to that, but my older brother, José is gay, and he taught me stuff."

"Wow."

"Come on man lighten up." Alejandro sat there thinking what he could do, and he thought of something. Something Noah probably won't ever forgive him on, but they seem to be mutual enemies, so it doesn't matter at this point. "Hey, Cody!"

The shorter, more skinny one, jumped up so high. "What?! What are you doing?!" He loud whispered to the other.

"Look," Alejandro swallowed his pride to do this one thing he never thought he'll ever do to someone else. But he did it. He squeezed the man's sides rapidly, and Noah is insanley ticklish. Owen uses that to his advantage ever since they were little. To think Noah was ticklish was beyond the question, Alejandro just decided to tesg it out in hopes it was true so he won't make a big fool out of himself.

"Gah! Sthohohop!! Alejandro! Quit it." The ticklee tried to say through gritted teeth, so he won't giggle no more and embarrass himself in front of his crush. But all to no avail, he was just too ticklish.

"Awww, come on lighten up, it seems Cody kinda enjoys this too." They both looked up to see a blushing Cody. "So, just go along with it" Alejandro whispered in his ear, guving it a little lick.

"Ew! Grhohohosss dude! Cuhuhuhut it out! Youhuhuhu're embarrassing ME!!" Noah squealed when the tickler moved to his navel, wriggling it.

"Awww, you're super ticklish here, aren't cha? Too scared Cody will judge you? I think he wants to get in on the action too. What do you say Cody? Wanna join?" The beareded man yelled to him.

"No! Stop! Dohohon't call him ohohover here!"

"U-Uh, I- Sure!" He walked over and grabbed his arms pinning them up and over the chair. Now Noah is in a really vulnerable position. He is slouched down the chair, his legs kicking, his sides moving all around, and his arms were up and noticeable. Now the fun is really starting.

Cody got a little embarrassed about this, but he thought Noah was cute, so he decided to join them.

"GaH! Wouuhuhuhuhuld you guys, stohohop?!" The shorter one laughed. He didn't know what to do. His enemey AND crush was tickling him ON TV and infront of all the other contestants who lost. He was really about to die.

"Cody, what do you think? Should we stop? or keep going? You're call, boss man."

"I think we should keep going."

"Alright then, you heard him yourself , Noah. Let's see how ticklish your ribs are." Aejandro moved up to knead his ribs with his thumbs, and safe to say that might be his death spot.

"STOP! PLEHEHEHASE!! IHIHIJI GOT TO PIHIHIHISS SO BAHAHAD!! IHIHIHI CAN'T TAHAHAHKE IHIHIHIT NOHOHO MORE!!" Noah finally lost all energy to fight back, just letting them do it. He felt weak, he felt immobile, he felt like he was going to die. He said so many embarrssing things when his crush was doing... the thing. He just wants to go home and forget this ever happened.

"Ok, I think he had enough." Cody signaled to Alejandro to stop, and he did, they both did. Noah slouched further down the chair, panting heavenly.

"Are you ok, Noah?" Cody asked, scared he hurt him.

"I-I'm going to my room!" Noah stormed off, with a very noticeable blush on his face.

"Aw man, I hope we didn't hurt his feelings or embarrassed him a lot."

"I don't know man, but you should go check up on him. I think he needs you right now." Alejandro winked to him, and Cody understood. "Hey, Heather! Babe! There's a jaquzi calling our name!"

Heather rolled her eyes, and followed her lover.

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Damage Control - Chapter 11

“Package for you, babe.”

Robin’s voice interrupts her little mid-day nap, one that she always takes advantage of during these rare quiet moments around the office.

“Huh?”  

She wipes a small bit of drool from the corner of her mouth as her gaze follows Robin’s finger, which was pointing to the receptionist desk at the front. A manilla folder rests on the marble counter.

"Yeah, been sitting there all afternoon."

She saunters over, waving at Amy sat behind the desk before retrieving the file. On her way back, she frowns, turning the folder over in her hand. Who could have sent her this?

“What is that?” Robin peers over curiously. Then, a devilish grin.

“Another gift from lover boy?”

“No, I don’t think it’s from Harry…”

Eyebrows furrowed, she slowly undos the white string, opening the folder to see a small sticky note stuck to the top of a thick pile of paper.

I added in some details myself, just in case. Hope this helps.

- Best, Steve

After their little lunch date the other day, she had completely forgotten about his SHIELD files. Thankfully, he hadn’t.

The corners of her mouth raise involuntarily as she reads over his note, handwriting surprisingly neat. Straight lines and serious, yet rounded out at the edges, just like him.

“So… who’s it from?”

She slams the file closed a little too quickly, but thankfully her friend doesn’t seem to notice.

“Nothing, just uh… some files Anne needs me to type up.”

“Ugh, boring.” Robin rolls her eyes before reaching for the coat and bag hung from her chair.

“Well, I’m gonna head out. You wanna go grab a drink with me and John?”

“No, I uh…. I’m good, thanks. Should get some of these done before signing off.” She lifts up the file and Robin nods.

“All right, have fun.”

She smiles, waving as Robin makes her way to the elevator.

Though she’s itching to read the file right then and there, she manages to wait until she’s sure that Robin has left before packing up her stuff, gently sliding the folder into her bag before heading out of her office.

“Night, Amy.” She waves on her way to the elevator, before the receptionist’s words stop her dead in her tracks.

“He dropped that off himself, ya know.”

“... what?” She turns, frozen on the spot.

“Yup! Just around noon.” Amy has a bright smile on her face as she nods eagerly.

"Don’t worry though! Most everyone was out for lunch so no one was around to see him.” She quickly adds at the look of remote horror on her face.

She nods slowly, letting out a slow breath.

“… You mean… Ste—” she quickly corrects herself. “—the Captain was here to…”

“Yep.” Amy nods, still obliviously happy.

“Listen, Amy I… I would really appreciate it if you could just keep this a secret between us for a while.”

Amy nods knowingly, miming zipping her mouth and throwing away an invisible key.

“No need to ask.”

She smiles, giving the receptionist a nod. ”Thanks, Ames.”

“‘Course! Have a good weekend.”

“Yeah, you… you too.”

The whole walk back to her apartment, she’s sort of in a daze. Her pace is three times faster than normal, and she holds her bag close to her chest like it’s the most treasured thing in the world. Once she gets home, she takes a lightening shower before heading straight for the fridge, throwing a few containers of leftovers in the microwave. She burns half her hand off trying to dump her hasty dinner onto a plate, before heading straight for her bedroom.

She plops down the plate at her desk, brushing it off to the side as she fishes inside her bag for the file.

She carefully reopens the folder, reading over Steve's note for the third time before carefully sliding the sticky note off the top file. Placing it on the side, next to her dinner, she returns her attention to the stack of paper in front of her.

She holds it up to her desk lamp with a strange reverence, like it should be an artifact displayed at the Smithsonian. Hell, this was probably even better than an artifact.

A never-before-seen copy of Captain America’s personal files, with added hand-written details from the super soldier himself. She tries not to think about how journalists and enemies alike would kill to get their hands on it as her eyes read over the first file—a SHIELD agent review of Steve Rogers.

Some of the information wasn’t new, while others she had learned during the brief time she had gotten to know Steve.

She runs the pad of her index finger across the records on his education.

Auburndale Art School, Brooklyn, NY.

1937-38

Only a year of instruction.

She clears her throat, blinking rapidly as she moves on, turning the page.

The first detail she spots on the next page, to her surprise, makes her laugh out loud.

A faded SHIELD review of pre-serum Steve Rogers contained details about his old weight and height that present-day Steve was quick to edit out. Two black scribbles over the numbers, filled out in dark pencil, with the disgruntled and not-at-all-official label ‘REDACTED’ written next to them. She shakes her head, smiling, always a little surprised at the reminder that Steve Rogers wasn’t always the buff, 6-foot-5 giant she knows him to be now.

She turns the page once again to discover that the rest of his files, unfortunately, aren’t as lighthearted.

The next few sections, though heavily redacted (officially, this time), provided details on Sergeant Buchanan Barnes, exclusively referred to as the ‘Winter Soldier.’ Steve had crossed out any and all parts that used this alias, replacing them with the name BUCKY, scribbled in all caps. Those particular markings looked dated, much older than the notes he had made on the previous page. She figured he had reviewed these files immediately upon SHIELD’s discovery of the Winter Soldier, and made those notes back then. She shook her head, unable to fathom the conflict he must have felt—to resent oneself for the death of their best friend, only to find out they were alive and under HYDRA’s control the entire time.

Between the sections crossed out in pitch black ink, she carefully reads over the details of Steve’s past relationship with Barnes, and is briefly reminded of the polarizing versions of the man during the past two encounters she’s had with him. The small but warm smile he had given her the night of that party, then the cold judgement in his eyes as she walked into the cafe during her meeting with Sam. She knows that, despite SHIELD’s efforts to integrate Agent Barnes into the organization, despite years of training and therapy, many of her coworkers still viewed him as no more than a ticking time bomb. She feels a tinge of guilt at all the times she had concurred with their concerns.

The report flows chronologically to Steve’s ‘fugitive-era,’ when the entire organization had been shook to its very core upon his disappearance, her department included. When everything had changed overnight. She still remembers the speculations running rampant throughout the office after Fury’s alleged assassination, each day bringing a new update about the Captain’s whereabouts.

A dangerous and violent individual, an enemy against SHIELD, Alexandre Pierce had said. All his lies thoroughly shattered in that Helicarrier launch room, when she had sat behind a control panel in the back as a low-level agent for Damage Control alongside Anne. The suffocating fear as Rumlow holds a gun up to an agent’s head. Then, Steve’s voice booming through the overhead speakers, and the air around her transforms. A roomful of SHIELD agents heeding to the mans’ every word, no uncertainty to be found.

Wouldn’t be the first time I broke the rules.

Sure, that was one way to put it all right.

As she continues reading, she leaves small sticky tabs on the side of the file on the details she feels are of particular importance. Soon enough, the short stack of files are littered with a colorful array of tabs, running up and down in all shades of the rainbow.

Not all pages are as report-worthy, of course, though that didn’t make them any less interesting. Those were the pages full of Steve’s doodles, in all pencil, no color. The subjects of his sketches, she’s come to learn, weren’t particularly unique—random patterns on skyscrapers, a steam train, or even just clouds moving across the sky. Yet his portrayal of the most intimate of details were absolutely breathtaking. She honestly believes he could’ve made a good living as an artist, and wonders just what would have been if he had finished his time at art school.

Then, she comes across a series of briefings, under a heading that sends tight knots in her stomach: The Snap.

She’s instantly reminded of the chaos. How her division had shut down completely during the blip—ironically enough, there had simply been too much damage to be controlled.

Depressed, jumping around from job to job with no real anchor or motivation, the snap was undoubtedly the worst period of her life. She didn’t find enough strength in her to help herself, let alone other people. The constant fear and grief around her was suffocating, and she shuddered just at the thought of the years she’d stayed holed up from the dark, empty world outside of her home.

Everyone had lost their families, their friends, their heroes—the Avengers had virtually disbanded since half of its members had disappeared. Those that survived went underground. For good reason, too—most people who had survived the Snap blamed the Avengers for all of their suffering, herself included.

But not Steve.

Turns out, Steve had spent most his time volunteering, leading grief counseling sessions.

She didn’t know that.

She purses her lip, narrowed eyes flitting across the page as she reads over a small  description of Steve’s activity during the Blip.

The Brooklyn Support Group was a support group for survivors of the Snap in New York City. Steve Rogers, as leading counselor for the group, frequently held sessions for family members and relatives of the Vanished. He worked with various local organizations to provide food, shelter, and other essentials to those in need.

Her eyes lift up from the page, strange feeling in her stomach as she lets out a small breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

All this time she thought he had gone into hiding like the rest of the Avengers. Like the rest of the world. Like she had.

Yet he surprises her once again, as he had at the Met exhibit. With every passing page, she realizes she hadn’t really known the first thing about this man.

Every time his enemies had sought to diminish him, when his own organization had turned its back on him, when the entire world had grown resentful of him, he had never lost his footing. Planted himself like a tree and stood his ground.

She finally reaches the last page, featuring a side-by-side of two images: a photo of Steve, taken during a USO tour show, and another one of his hand-drawn sketches.

Clipped to the side is a sketch of a monkey in the Captain America uniform, holding an umbrella in one hand and a shield in the other. Riding a unicycle, balanced precariously over a tight wire. A crowd of people huddles beneath it, looking up.

Her eyes shift over to the photo of Steve, looking strangely younger during his USO tour days, though the serum would have substantially slowed down the effects of aging after he emerged from the ice. Flashing his pearly-whites at the camera as he stands triumphantly over a knocked-out Hitler, hands on his hips, he looked like a youthful, boyish version of the Captain America she knows now.

Nervous glint in his eyes as he flashes a bashful smile at his screaming fans, a little clumsy and awkward in his giant frame, as if still unaccustomed to his new physique. Blue-eyed and fresh-faced, cute angel wings decorating the sides of his cowl.

She peers a little closer, though, and notices the tight lines around his flawless smile. Rigid outlines of his shoulders as the heavy shield hangs from his forearm. He hunches over a little, as if weighed down by the giant white star on his chest, plastered bright and center on his tight uniform.

She takes one look at Steve’s photo, once at his sketch, then closes the file.

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My Very First Time

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I clear my throat. "Professor Sharp? I have a question. But I don't wanna upset you or make you feel sad."

He looks up, his irritation quickly fading to curiosity. "Well, what is it? We're here to learn, so I'm not going to bite your head off for asking a question." He smiles, trying his best to look comforting.

I look at his Auror badge. Then I take a deep breath. "I'm graduating next year and am considering becoming an Auror. What was it like being an Auror? But … I don't want to cross the line with the question. I completely understand if you don't want to answer that."

His eyes soften. "It's an intense job. You have to be willing to take down some of the worst and most dangerous of witches and wizards. You see a lot of things you probably don't want to, including people that are important to you, dying. It's not an easy job, but if you're willing to make those sacrifices, it's also a very fulfilling job." He pauses, thinking about all of it. "I miss it every day."

I smile sadly. "I'm sorry you can't do what you want any more."

His smile falters a bit. "I can still teach students how to defend themselves from dark magic. Just because I can't hunt it any more doesn't mean I've lost my skills." His eyes brighten once again. "If you want, I can help you with defensive spells. I'd be more than happy to help out someone who wants to go into Auror work."

I smile. "Thank you."

He pushes his papers aside, making more room for me. "So, what spells do you know? Do you know protective charms, healing potions, disarming spells? What kinds of things have you learned?"

I tell him everything I know and have learned so far.

He listens intently to everything I tell him, making notes and watching how I uses these various spells and charms. "You seem to be very well-rounded so far. Is there any one field of study more difficult than the others for you? For example, do you struggle more with defensive charms than healing spells or anything like that?"

"I would say that I could learn more with healing spells. In my opinion, I'm good at defence and offense."

He nods. "So, you have a decent handle with the more standard defensive spells and most offensive spells, but you could use some work with healing, huh?" Once again, he pushes his papers aside. "Show me what you know when it comes to healing spells. I want you to focus. Make sure your wand motions are as precise as possible."

Like I was told, I'm as precise as possible and in showing him my healing spells. He watches intently, making sure that there were no little mistakes here and there. "Not bad. Your focus on precision here is definitely a good thing in the healing world. You seem to have a basic handle on every spell you showed me, so your next step for growth should be continuing to practice these spells until they're like second nature. And once they are second nature, you'll need to move on to more difficult and more powerful healing spells."

I frown. "Will I have problems with the teachers if I study them on my own?"

"If you're practicing spells on your own, I would hope your teachers would encourage you. If anyone tries to stop you while you're studying on your own, let me know and I will have a very stern word with them." He gave a bit of a laugh, trying to lighten the mood of his threat. He looks down at me seriously. "No student should feel like their personal growth is being hindered. That includes independent study."

"Well ... certain spells aren't taught here. And by that I don't mean the Unforgivable Curses." I return his gaze.

Professor Sharp nods understandingly. "Are you referring to curses such as the blood cursing? I'm assuming you're referring to those darker spells, which, if you're trying to go into Auror work, you'll inevitably have to learn about at some point … I don't recommend taking things into your own hands for such spells, but if you have a trustworthy person to study with, I could see the benefit. Especially for spells you would be attempting to learn anyway as an Auror. What spells are you referring to specifically?"

I list all the spells I can think of which aren't taught at Hogwarts.

He listens intently, and then smiles. "That's a good list. If you want, I'd be more than happy to do some extra practice and studying with you. I could help give you the pointers you'd need for both the dark spells you listed and also for the healing spells you mentioned earlier."

He looks into my eyes. "Would you be interested in something like that? I am willing to stay late to help you get a handle on these spells, and you can choose when and where we can study together."

"I don't want you to get in trouble because you'd teach me those spells ...", I say quietly.

He takes my hands. "Don't you worry. I want nothing more than to help someone who is so driven to learn. I'm in no way going to stop you from studying. Especially not if you have an interest in something like becoming an Auror. You'll need an understanding of dark spells, because it's the Auror's job to fight the dark side of magic." He pauses, letting the implication of what he just said sink in. "I promise that I will do everything in my power to help you."

"Thank you …" Then I spontaneously hug him out of gratitude.

Professor Sharp is surprised, but quickly wraps his arms around me for a gentle hug. "It's no problem. I'm always happy to help anyone who wants to learn and improve themselves." He smiles, giving a little laugh and ruffling my hair.

"I'm just a tiny little bit grateful that you're not an Auror any more. Then you wouldn't be here now." I say almost inaudibly into his jacket.

He looks at me, still smiling. After a moment of thinking, he seems to realize what I just said. "If I hadn't retired, I may not have become a teacher. I am grateful that I became a teacher as well. I'm grateful that I get the chance to help you learn to defend yourself and do the job that I wanted to for so long." He pauses before laughing. "In a weird way, I suppose I should be grateful that I'm not an Auror any more."

"I wish you have had different circumstances. You deserve it.” I mumble. We're still hugging.

Professor Sharp's arms tightens around me. "The universe has a funny way of giving you what you need. But not necessarily what you want. It took time to understand that, but this is where I need to be." He gave a small laugh, looking down into my eyes. "I may not have found what I originally thought I wanted. But now I'm here, teaching the next generation. The generation that will become some of the strongest witches and wizards in the world."

He pauses again, smiling down at me. "And I get to be a part of that. And that's all that matters to me." I can see a little tear in his eye.

I sniffle. "Please don't cry, otherwise I'll cry too."

Professor Sharp smiles and wipes away the tear, laughing a bit at the situation. "Sorry, I get a bit sentimental when I think about how amazing it is that you want to become an Auror. I'm just so touched that this is something you want to pursue." His voice grows slightly quieter, as his mind obviously drifts back to the past. "It brings back so many memories. And reminds me so much of ... someone. A very important person. That's all …" He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

I squeeze him even tighter and bury my face in the crook of his neck. "I am so sorry."

He puts his arms around me fully, holding me a little closer than before. "No, nothing for you to be sorry about. Just a few lingering memories coming up." He rubs my back. "I'm sorry for getting emotional. I promise I'm going to be okay. No crying." He chuckles, giving me a warm embrace.

"Too little too late ..." I laugh and cry at the same time.

"Yeah, you're right. I couldn't let such a talented and intelligent witch stay upset about anything." He squeezes me a little tighter, seemingly enjoying this moment. "Let it out. If a bit of crying can help you feel better about things, then I'm more than happy to comfort you through that." He gives a soft laugh again and continues to hug me, waiting for me to feel comfortable enough to let go.

After we're both done crying, we lie exhausted on the couch in his office. Aesop is staring up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. His eyes are closed, but in this moment, he feels peace. He smiles at the silence, for now, at least. We're still in an embrace. It just feels right.

"You okay?" He opens his eyes and looks down at me. "Was anything I said too much? It doesn't bother you that I can't hunt dark witches and wizards any more, does it?" He laughs a little at the question, looking back up and smiling at the ceiling as though talking to himself.

"I think it's good that I can't any more."

I look at him. "Why do you think that?"

Aesop pauses, thinking about his answer. "Because I was really good at hurting people. And some people probably deserved it, but it started to become fun. I'm not proud of some of the things I did and said when I was an Auror. I'm better than that. "And I think I'm lucky for that. It could be easy to go down a very dark path and forget that witches and wizards are people. I don't want to forget that. At least, not again."

"You're way better than that. You're a good person." I hug him.

He smiles. "Thank you. I really appreciate that. That means a lot coming from you." His smile turns into a chuckle and he shrugs. "Look at me. A former Auror with a heart of gold and the sweetest witch in the world in my arms. How did I get so lucky?"

I blush very hard at his compliment.

Aesop smirks at the blush. "Was it too much? Maybe I should've held back on the compliments. Don't want to go overboard and make you think I'm crazy, or something." He laughs again, giving me a little squeeze.

"I think so anyway." I laugh too and squeeze him back. "I'm just kidding."

He sighs, smiling. "You're adorable. Do you know that?" Aesop's grin grew a little wider in an attempt to see if he could make my face get even redder. "Your face is so red right now." He chuckles, continuing to hold me close.

I grumble and bury my face in his shirt because I'm actually blushing even more.

His smirk grew even wider, giving her a small kiss on the forehead. "Aw. There's a new shade of red. You're just too cute." He chuckles again, gently rubbing my back.

"You're just making it worse. I don't want to look like a Fwooper feather."

"I'll try to have a little mercy on you," he said with a laugh. "You really are adorable, though. I don't think I've ever seen such a shade of red on a human being before." He pauses, smiling. "You're beautiful, you know that?" One of his hands gently strokes my cheeks. "And so is the way you blush. It's really, really cute."

"That's no mercy." I grumble into his shirt again.

"Do you even want mercy, if it means that you'll stop looking so cute?" He chuckles, giving me another kiss on the forehead. "Because I'm enjoying the little show you're putting on right now."

I pull the blanket we're lying under over my head.

Aesop laughs a little, pulling the blanket back a little so that he can see my face. "Aw, come on. That just makes you look even cuter when you try to hide yourself under the covers. I want to see your adorable face."

I sigh. "Fine, if you insist ..." Then I have to grin.

Aesop smiles as I let the blanket down again. He has no idea how he got himself into this situation of cuddling with a beautiful witch, but damn he didn't want it to end. "I really do insist, because I want to see your face every chance I get." He laughs, still stroking my hair.

I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. My head is on his shoulder.

He looks down at me, noticing my eyes are closed, then he smiles and closes his as well. It is really peaceful in this moment. Aesop is so thankful for this. Not many people would understand our closeness in a situation like this. He enjoys the quietness and the peace. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, not willing to move. This. This moment is perfect.

I feel so comfortable in his arms. It feels like home.

Aesop smiles. That was exactly how he felt as well, which put a little smile on his face. We really did find something special, no doubt. The way we comfort one another was unlike anything he had experience in his life. It feels so right.

"You know, I haven't felt this sense of calm and peace in a long time. I really needed this, so thank you." He gives me another kiss on the forehead and squeezes me a little bit tighter.

I squeeze back and rest my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat.

Aesop closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh, feeling his body relax. He feels so calm, so relaxed. The rest of the world is completely out of his mind, and it makes him feel like he can take on anything right now.

His voice is quiet, so quiet that it is almost a whisper as he speaks. "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." A warm smile forms on his face. "I'm lucky I found you."

My heart skips a beat. "I'm lucky you found me." I smile.

"You're the best, you know that?" Aesop can't help but smile at me. His heart is filled with so much love, it was almost hard to bear. "Just so amazing, and beautiful. And so incredibly smart ... I couldn't ask for someone better than you." He chuckles, continuing to stroke my hair. "I'll have to make sure you don't get too cocky after all these compliments, and not start believing it yourself." His voice is playful.

I have to laugh.

"Your laugh is one of the most incredible things I've ever heard." He smiles, continuing to run his hand through my hair, gently pulling me even closer as he speaks. "You're just a gift from the gods. If there is a heaven, I think meeting you is as close as I'll be able to get to it on this Earth."

I turn my head. We look into each other's eyes for a long time. His dark eyes are beautiful. They are so dark that they're almost black.

Aesop smiled at me as we lock eyes. "You know ... your eyes are really striking. So blue, so beautiful. Like the colour of the sky on a sunny day ..." His voice is soft, and he continues to stroke my hair. "It's like you're this little sun, and I'm just a planet that you pulled into your orbit."

I close my eyes and enjoy his touch once more.

Aesop sighs, feeling me move in his arms. "You're so cute. I love this. And you know, you said you enjoy cuddling ..." He pauses, smiling to himself. "Would you want to make it a regular thing? We could ... if you wanted to."

"That would be great ..." I smile at him.

Aesop feels his heart almost skip a beat. As I take his hand, he squeezes mine gently, a warm sense of hope and joy filling his heart. He leans in to give me a soft kiss.

I kiss him back. And then we lie arm and arm on the couch and kiss hard.

Aesop wraps his arms around me again, pulling me closer than before to kiss me back with every ounce of love and passion he has inside him. He can feel my hands move through his hair as I kiss him, causing him to get warm with the happiness and joy he felt in that moment.

His mind calms down. 'This is all I need. Being with her right now. Just this moment, I will remember forever.'

We kiss and kiss and kiss. We just can't stop. Aesop kisses me deeply and passionately. His tongue enters the kiss as well, matching his passion and desire. His fingers run through my hair again, and a soft moan escapes his lips.

His hands slide under my shirt as my hands slide across his chest. He feels the heat of my body on his. A heat that he had never felt from anyone before, and he likes it. His hands start to roam slowly at first, but that feeling of heat seems to drive him crazy. He feels my hands on his bare chest, a feeling that sends electricity down his back and through his body.

Suddenly I stop and look at him. "You ... do you know that I have no experience yet?"

Aesop pauses, pulling away from the kiss. He still holds me in his arms, though. His hands slowly come from under my shirt. "Is ... I mean ... you've never done this before?" His voice is soft and quiet.

Slowly, I shake my head.

Aesop takes a moment to consider. Then, he speaks slowly, taking his time to think his words through clearly. "Do you want to ... do you want your first time to be with me?" His voice is still quiet. "I don't want to push you or make you feel like I'm expecting anything. Just be honest with me, please."

I blush and nod. "I want it to be you ..."

His smile widens even more. As I nod, he feels joy, and so much relief. He wants so badly to be my first time, so badly to share this moment with me.

"Alright." Aesop looks down at me. "We can take all the time you want, okay? I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. But I want you more than anything else ... so we can go at whatever pace makes you comfortable. Do you understand?"

I nod again and blush even more. "I want you now …"

His heart races, his body feeling heated as he hears these words from my mouth. "Are ... are you sure?" His voice is quiet again. "You want me, right now, for your first time?"

"Yes ..." Then I kiss him with so much passion that he knows I want him now.

He kisses me back, his hands moving to hold me even closer. He can feel my passion, and it causes his heart to skip a beat. He feels a passion for me as well, so powerful that it made his hands move without any thought.

Aesop sighs and pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes. "You know ... you mean more to me than anything on this earth ..." He smiles, not waiting for an answer before he started to slowly take his shirt off. Then he unbuttons my blouse and takes off my skirt and his trousers. He watches me the whole time to make sure everything is okay. He watches me, moving slowly and carefully for this moment. He makes sure to respect me and go at my pace. My comfort is his first priority, always.

Once we're both undressed, he looks at me, still smiling. "You ... you look amazing." He gives me another kiss. "You are so beautiful."

" I have never been as sure of anything in my life as I am right now." I kiss him.

Aesop kisses me again, taking his time and not rushing. There is no pressure here. He wants to make this as memorable and comfortable for me as he can. He smiles against my lips when he realizes how sure I am, how confident and how calm. It makes him feel good knowing that I feel so secure in his arms. Then he says quietly: "I've never felt this good. I'm so happy this moment is with you. You mean the world to me."

We kiss again. He then carefully lays himself on top of me, taking my legs and placing them on his hips. His eyes are locked on mine as we kiss, our breaths slow and soft. He can't get enough of me, of this moment ... it was so powerful, he feels like his heart would stop. There is love and joy and peace in this moment ... he has never felt such strong emotions all at the same time.

He smiles against my lips, breaking the kiss for just a second. "I love you. I will always love you." Then he conquers me slowly and carefully.

The heat, the intimacy of the moment, the passion and love that is between us. It is intense in the best of ways, the emotions overflowing as our bodies join. He moves slowly at first, careful and slow ... he doesn't want to hurt me or make things awkward. His eyes are locked on mine, making sure I am okay. I always come first, my comfort is his utmost priority. "I love you so much", he whispered again. "So, so much."

I close my eyes and enjoy each of his slow movements. A small sigh escapes my lips.

His heart nearly skips a beat, a smile crossing his face. He couldn't have been happier about that. He moves slowly to make sure it was enjoyable for me, but his movements get faster as time goes on, slowly accelerating until we found a pace that was good for both of us. His hands hold my body close to his, making sure I feel safe and secure. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly. "Is this okay?"

I nod slowly. Then I look into his eyes, my gaze full of lust, pleasure and devotion.

"You look so magnificent. This is amazing." Aesop can't take his eye off of me, and he feels like the luckiest man in the world right now. He wouldn't have changed a thing about the way this night had played out. This moment is completely perfect.

I sigh again in pleasure. I never thought it would feel so amazing with him.

Feeling me sigh, he continues. He feels no need to rush. He's not nervous any more. He's confident, he's happy, and he knows I am too. Aesop keeps moving, slow but consistent. He makes sure I feel good.

He feels an incredible sense of pleasure and love, knowing that he is my first time, and he is happy he's the one to share this moment with me. He continues, his breath soft and slow, and his lips locked with mine. He will think about this moment for the rest of his life.

"You feel amazing." I kiss him again.

At these words, he lets out a small laugh. "Just ... feeling my body in ours feels like it was meant to be, you know what I mean?" He smiles. "Just thinking about it ... is incredible." His movements begin to pick up a little bit, slowly gaining a rhythm, still slow and careful, but faster than before. "You're amazing, babe", He whispers. "You're the most incredible person I've ever met."

His hands move to my hips, and he picks up the pace again, moving faster and faster now. He kisses me more passionately now. He can't get enough of my touch. My body on his is the most incredible thing in the world, and the way that we're kissing ... it made him melt a little inside. "You're perfect", he whispers. He is out of breath, but his voice is filled with love and devotion.

I moan lightly. He just feels so good. I bury my hands in his hair.

He moans in tandem, his lips feeling a little dry from all the kissing. His movements are speeding up again, and he was moving faster and faster with every touch of her body. His chest was tight and warm, a feeling that he would never want to forget. A feeling that he would want to remember for the rest of his life. My hands in his hair drive him insane, just like how my touch drives him absolutely crazy with passion.

I gasp his ear how good he feels. How amazing. How big. Then I have to groan out loud.

His eyes widens when he hears my words, his lips forming a smile against mine. He feels like a king amongst men. He feels so lucky and so happy that he is the one to share this moment with me. He loves me. Truly loves me. There is no one else for him but me.

His breathing gets heavy. He has never been this passionate before, never felt this strong of emotions. It was powerful and intense, and he loves every second of it.

"Faster ..." I gasp again.

His heart is pounding. Aesop feels as though everything, every bit of passion and every bit of love is flowing through his limbs and his body. It is almost like nothing else existed, and we're the only two in the world.

He doesn't think about it, and he picks up the pace one more time, moving quickly and passionately. His breathing is heavy, and he moans in pleasure against my shoulder. I am his, and he is mine.

"I ... I think ... I'm coming ..." I bite my lip and moan silently.

His heart races. My first time, and he wants it to be everything I have ever dreamed of. My words are enough for him to almost push him over the edge. "Are you ... right now?" He breathes heavily. "Are you coming?"

"Yes-" And then I climax. I wince violently and scream against his shoulder. It feels so much better than anything I've felt before. I can't describe it. I feel like exploding.

Her scream fills his head, the best sound he has ever heard and ever will hear. Her voice fills him with joy and love that he didn't believe could exist. This was a moment of pure bliss and sheer happiness. He can't help but smile, and his breathing picks up again at the sounds of her pleasure. It was so beautiful. For the first time tonight, the intensity of the moment got to him. He couldn't believe that she was his, that she wanted to be with him. It made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

She lies under him, panting. Her mind has gone blank. She tries to find any words but can't connect them. He looks down at her, his own mind having gone blank as he took in the view of her laying under him, panting softly. He couldn't help but smile at the view that was in front of him.

He knows he is looking at his future wife. He is looking at the future mother of his children. Her voice and her touch fill him with a sense of love and hope that he had never felt before.

"You're incredible ...", He whispers, kissing her forehead. "And you feel like everything." He smiles down at her, feeling her body against his. As their breathing grows steadier, he feels a sense of elation and immense joy wash over him.

He can't find the words to express all the emotions he is feeling, but he knows that it is true ... he loves her. He loves her, and he will always love her. She is so wonderful, so amazing, and so beautiful. He kisses her again, holding her closely. Everything is perfect right now, and nothing can ruin it. This is the best moment of his life. He will never forget this feeling.

[hinatastinygiant]

44 | Jungle

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

Wasteland Masterlist

Just as the sun starts to set, you and your new friend (who you learned is named Hakkai) arrive outside the health center. You walk him to the front door and attempt to push your way inside but of course, it’s locked.

After banging on the door several times and grumbling to yourself about how they’re all probably eating or doing something stupid, the door finally opens. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see Emma.

“There you are!” she sighs when she recognizes you on the other side. “Your new friends have been worried like hell!”

“Takemichi made it?” you ask hopefully.

“Yeah and he’s sleeping now. Who’s this guy?” she then nods toward Hakkai.

“Uh, another new friend,” you chuckle awkwardly. “Do you think you can help him out? I wrapped some gauze around his wounds but I know it’s not going to keep him alive forever.”

“I’ll take him. If you follow I’ll show you where Takemichi is,” she hums as she places Hakkai’s free arm around her shoulder. “Come on, follow me.”

After placing Hakkai in one of the medical rooms and calling Mikey over to check on him, she points you the way to Takemichi’s room. “I’ve gotta stay here to help Mikey out but you go see your friend. And don’t worry, Hakkai will be fine. I just wonder if Mikey and I can keep going at the rate you’re bringing patients to us,” she sighs.

“I’m sorry,” you attempt to smile not awkwardly. “But thank you! I’ll come check up on him in a little while.”

You then rush over to Takemichi’s room where you see that he’s finally stable. Hinata fills you in on everything that had happened while all Takemichi can say is how happy he is that you made it.

You tell the two of them about what happened to you after getting separated. Well, everything except the whole loophole and Kokonoi things.

“Huh, every group has a name for themselves, huh?” Takemichi nods to himself.

“Really? That’s what you took away from the whole thing? Not Y/N almost dying?!” Hina rolls her eyes at her boyfriend.

“Well what do you think then?” Takemichi asks. “What name should we call ourselves?”

“I don’t think you should be making any decisions right now,” Hinata shakes her head. “You’re obviously still too high off those drugs to do any such thing!”

“Which is why I asked you what you think. We have no name, Hina!” he pouts.

“Well how about the No Namers,” then, you tease, trying to lighten up the mood until Hinata gives you a glare that shakes you to your core. “Right, okay, well I’ll just head out then. There are a couple people I need to see.”

As you walk down the long medical center hallway, a flood of different emotions washes over you. You’ve got no idea how Draken and Baji are going to act when they see you. Will they still be pissed that you left? Probably.

When you reach the room the two of them had been staying at, you knock politely and try to hold together your composure. It’s Baji who opens the door. And he’s the first to throw his arms around you.

“You came back!” he gasps.

“I said that I would,” you smile as you see Draken across the room. “It’s only been four days. Less than the amount of time I promise I’d be gone for.”

When Baji releases you from the hug, he takes a step back to look at Draken. However, Draken doesn’t meet Baji’s expectation of excitement.

“What’s wrong?” Baji asks his friend nervously. “Don’t act like you’re not happy to see her.”

“Of course I am,” he responds calmly, looking directly at you. “But, Y/N, you and I need to talk.”

Baji gulps as he looks between the two of you. “Uh, okay, well I’m going to go see if there’s anything good to eat around… You want anything, Y/N?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” you smile.

“K, be back in a bit.”

After Baji leaves, he shuts the door behind him leaving you alone with Draken.

“What’s up with your stomach?” he comments first, seeing it all wrapped up from last night.

“I had a little falling out with some guy. Stabbed me in the stomach but missed everything vital, I guess. So I suppose I won that fight,” you smile.

“What happened to the gun I gave you?” he asks, forcing you to think back to how you lost it when the train stopped suddenly and you woke up slightly concussed.

“Oh, I, uh…” you stammer as you watch Draken sit down on the side of his bed.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly explain as you down beside him. “If it’s any consolation, I only lost it last night.”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Y/N,” he shakes his head softly. “I can’t with this killing. I’ve got a thirty on my arm just from protecting this place with the other guys.”

“Can’t you just wait it out? I mean, maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe it won’t always be-“

“What are you getting at, Y/N?” he asks, looking at you curiously. “Do you know something I don’t?”

“No, I just-“

“Don’t lie to me,” he huffs.

“Well I might’ve figured something out,” you sigh. You then explain to him everything Wakasa told you about staying awake.

“That’s great and all but it doesn’t change the fact that I still go outside every day and kill people just to everyone in here doesn’t get murdered,” he continues.

“I don’t get it, Draken,” you grumble. “What the fuck do you want me to do about that? I mean, for god’s sake wasn’t protecting people your whole deal this entire time?!”

“Not anymore,” he shakes his head as he looks down at his lap. “You said you’d do anything for Baji and me, right? Well, maybe not in so many words but I think we reached that level of trust.”

“No,” you scoff as you stand up and look down at him. “Draken, I’m not going to do it!”

“It has to be you. I want it to be,” he says calmly.

“Draken, I-“ you begin just before the door bursts open. In walks Baji with a half-eaten stick of beef jerky in his hand.

“Hey guys, come get some food ‘fore that cat licks it all! Seriously, who’s been not feeding that poor thing.”

“Uh, that’d be me,” you chuckle awkwardly. “I’ll be right there.”

Just as you turn to walk out of the room, Draken calls your name once more. “Think about it. Please.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Baji then asks.

“No. I think I’m going to rest here for a bit. I’ll see you guys after.”

Wasteland Masterlist

Taglist: @pikagirl2001330 @romaka344

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

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Big Bad | Ash

⚫🔵“Such righteousness! Such divinity! Ohhhh~(Y/n)! You came.” ⚫🔵‘It doesn’t sound like I’m the one who’s coming but whatever’ ⚫🔵You bit your tongue opting to unfurl your dagger-pointed chains  ⚫🔵Excitedly he unsheathed his sword flying a foot above before pointing it in challenge  ⚫🔵You meet him with urgency wrapping your chains around his sword as you both fight for control ⚫🔵Slowly being pulled closer you plant your feet to swing him into an adjacent forest  ⚫🔵Taking the opening to start undoing incantation that forced your friend to be trapped ⚫🔵“(Y/n) you amaze me with how much damage a pure human-being can inflict on me, an angel!”  ⚫🔵Nearly completely releasing your friend you turn back around to fling the sword he flung at you ⚫🔵Continuing his attack with by darting towards you at neck breaking speeds you barely dodged ⚫🔵Launching yourself into the sky as you restrained him from behind once again flinging him into the dirt ⚫🔵“You have no one to blame for that but yourself, you so-called servant!”  ⚫🔵On emphasis you im stabbed the dagger into the back of his shoulder from your distanced landing  ⚫🔵Quickly releasing your friend you didn’t react as the black cat crawled to curl around your neck ⚫🔵“You’re an amazing creature, its a shame you enjoy fraternizing with filth–”  ⚫🔵Returning your weapon to nothing more than a choker you jump into the talons of Narcissa who carries you fast enough before Ash can fully recover ⚫🔵“-no worries, I’ll correct that slight flaw…and then…we can truly indulge in one another.”

As you finally were dropped into the portal leading you to your one of many bases you let yourself wince at the aching of your muscles. While you could take on supernatural foes it didn’t make it feel any better especially when you had let your muscles forget the pain while playing maid again. Immediately you began unzipping your ensemble as you heard the magical twinkle of magic and clackking of ice in your tub. Hopping in you let your muscles relax at the soothing burn of ice.

“(Y/n)nya, why are you so sore?! It's like your nyewbie all over again!” 

No longer a cat was Blair, puffing her cheeks as she realized how much you were still wincing while in the ice bath. Reluctantly she came behind you hugging your exposed shoulder letting her nuzzle into your head with.

“Sorry Blair-y, I might have gotten a little soft hanging out with my kid–”

“Your kid!? He wouldn’t let you train?! What a tyrant!” 

“Speaking of after tonight I’ve got to head back. He threw such a fit he’s probably worried himself sick–” 

The cat’s face soured even more as she stared intensely at the back of your head, fighting the jealousy bubbling in her chest. You were always so angry when she would express it so she held back…just for you. Why were you trying to run off to this has-been? Hasn’t he existed long enough without your help?!

“Fine! Then I’m coming with! 

You chuckled, shuffling yourself deeper into the ice. “Not this time. He’s allergic to cats.”

“Huh?! That monster! What about magical ones?!”

“Yup”

“Awwww.”

“But you can stay in the same city, my friend Adrian, do you remember?”

“Ugh well I guess I won’t be alone the whole time…Fine! I’ve decided I’ll stay in your safe house in the meantime!”

You laughed again before spacing out to think of what you should bring as a gift for your little bro. After all he’d be quite angry and maybe something sweet to lighten his yapping.

[vxmpjules]

💐💖Precious Soul💖💐

A fanfic where Bruce and Vance like the reader ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

Chapter 1/?

⬇️ down here are the other chapters if i do make more ;)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

You woke up as you looked at your calendar a bright ‘X’ was marked on this day with a little writing on the box marking the day ‘’Bruce’s game!!’ was written in bright red marker.

‘shit I almost forgot about Bruce's game today’ your eyes widen and you quickly turn your head to look at your small light navy blue clock at the side of your bed ‘10:26 a.m.’ you read. your calmed down and got up your bed to go to the bathroom and prepare yourself for the day.

you finish getting prepared and go to the kitchen, you look down to see a note on the counter ‘make yourself some cereal I wont be back till 9.p.m, make yourself the canned food in the top cabinet P.S here's a dollar to get yourself some popcorn at your friends game. Be safe -love, mom’ you read. you take the dollar your mom left you and shove it into your pocket and make yourself some cereal. You finish eating and watch some tv to pass time.

time skip 

You turn off the tv and exit your house you stand outside deciding on where you should go.  ‘ill go to the grab ‘n go Vance is probably there ill just talk to him while the time passes’ you think. you start walking to the grab ‘n go since it wasn't so far from your house.

you open the the store door and enter you look to your side where the pinball machine is and to no surprise you see fluffy blonde hair belonging to no other than famous ‘Pinball Vance’ you smile softly to yourself seeing the entranced state your friend was in, you start walking over to the boy.

‘this dude really is gonna marry that machine one day’ you thought to yourself ‘’hey Vance’’  you greet the boy with a small wave ‘‘Shut up for a minute ill loose my score’‘ you roll your eyes playfully and chuckle to yourself, this was both of yours usual greetings.

you paste your eyes to look at the score going up by every second passing DING you see Vance's score in the game 100,000 ‘’Holy shit.’’ you say as your eyes widen you look over to Vance with the biggest smirk in the world ‘’you really beat your own score, huh?’’ you comment to Vance ‘’Of course I fuckin’ did I'm the best goddamn person at this’’ Vance cockily remarked with his smirk

‘‘give me five?’‘ you asked in celebration if his new high score. You held your hand up waiting for Vance's high five, Vance looks at your hands and back at your eyes, he give you high five in a proud manner looking at you in the eyes with a small smile as you smile at him too.

you decide to pass your time with Vance until its 5p.m 

time skip 

You made your way to Donna with your small popcorn bag in hand ‘’Hey Donna’’ you greet her with a smile. ‘’Hello Y/N how are you?’’ your friend asked with a light smile ‘’I'm doing good, who you rooting for?’’ you asked Donna seeing her eyeing the pitcher from the front range team, Finnie was his name? ‘’Mhmmm Little Donna has a crush on the pitcher?’’ you mention playfully ‘’oh dream on’’ Donna remarked and playfully rolled her eyes with a smile ‘’oh c’mon dont you realize you're looking at him with heart eyes, you both are gonna become the next lovebugs ill tell you I said so when it becomes the skinny’’ you remarked back laughing at Donnas flustered face.

The game had started now your eyes where focused on Bruce’s figure. Bruce steadied himself and lifted his baseball bat. the pitcher throws the ball but Bruce misses it ‘’STRIKE’’ ’you can do it Bruce’ you said in your mind. Bruce went back to the base again and looked around with a embarrassed expression, his view moved to you and it managed to make this mood lighten up a little he softly smiled at you and steadied himself again. The pitcher threw the ball and Bruce almost hit it but he sadly missed the ball ‘’SECOND STRIKE!’’. You furrowed your brows crossing your fingers he could make a homerun. he looked at the ground with the same expression as before, he went back to the base and steadied himself once again, he stood with confidence ready to hit the ball.

The pitcher once again threw the ball and Bruce finally hit it ‘’WOOOOO!’’ you cheered for Bruce as he made a homerun. he threw his bat and runed across the bases. as everyone finished cheering everyone one by on kept leaving, you stood there waiting till’ Bruce finished with the ‘good game thing’ you didn't know how it was called but whatever. you looked at him as he went to tell the pitcher something when he finished he looked back and saw you, he quickly runed to you.

‘‘Bruce! you did amazing!’‘ you complimented him ‘‘Thanks Y/N also thanks for coming too i really appreciate it’‘ he said with a light smile and his hand on his neck ‘‘No problem, You’re my friend afterall, you're really gonna be a casanova after this!’‘ you complimented again ‘‘Heh yeah....’‘ he chuckled softly ‘‘hey maybe you wanna go see a movie next Friday or something?’‘ he shyly asked ‘‘for sure but i gotta see if i have any gigs ill let you know, ok?’‘ you answered ‘‘ok thats fine, if you cant Friday maybe we can go another day of the next weekend if you're free’‘ he smiled.

‘‘sounds like a plan!’‘ you said and smiled at him ‘‘well I've got to go back home and make myself something to eat I'm hungry since donna ate most of my popcorns’’ you remarked as you chuckled ‘’oh, okay, well see you at school’’ Bruce says ‘‘peace out!’‘ you said your farewell while walking away to your house. ‘’Call me when you get to your house!’’ Bruce shouted at you smiling, ‘’okayy!!’’ you answered. 

end of chapter

[soobintoyou]

Lipstain- Choi Yeonjun one shot

pairing: reader x idol!yeonjun

genre: humor, fluff

a/n: i’ve been listening to favorite by nct127 and this scenario came into my head. hope you enjoy!

summary: you’re backstage waiting for the boys to finish shooting when one of the staff members from the studio start flirting with you, not knowing that your boyfriend yeonjun is watching the entire thing go down

You had a hard time looking away. It was like a train wreck and every time you tried to tear your eyes away, another tragic screech of the wheels would pull you right back.

How long does one need to deflect cheesy pick up lines and terrible jokes before they get the point?

You check your phone for the third time in five minutes and tap around on the screen like you’re texting someone.

“Yeah I graduated top of my class and was voted best smile,” the one before you says. “But I would’ve gladly given up my title had I known you existed.”

You dryly laugh. Should you have walked away when you had the chance? Probably. But like you said, it was a train wreck and you could not peel your eyes away.

Other staff that came along with you are starting to notice how uncomfortable you look. Their eyebrows raise in your direction and you shoo them away with a “it’s okay” or an “I’m fine.”

Little did you know that not far off, your boyfriend had been watching the entire thing out of the corner of his eye.

“Does this loser really think they’re worthy of YN’s time?” Yeonjun scoffs to his members as the director yells cut. Make up artist come rushing towards them, brushes sweeping across his face and combs being run through his hair.

“Hyung, you gotta save them,” Soobin says, cocking his head in your direction. “I can’t bare to watch anymore.”

Yeonjun nods and smiles gently at the make up artist trying to retouch his lips. “It’s okay. I got it,” he says.

Taehyun and Soobin exchange confused looks while Beomgyu bets Hueningkai twenty bucks that Yeonjun is going to knock the staff member out cold. Soobin almost scolds them until Taehyun raises it to forty bucks. At that point, he’s too stunned and a bit scared that the older actually might.

You’re adding ten digit numbers at this point as the staff member drones on and on about how often they work out.

“YN.” You look up and are met with dark eyes. He offers you a small smirk and holds his hand out, “The make up artist said they want to use the color lip stain you have on me.”

Your face screws up in confusion. “Huh?” He nods again, hand still stretched out towards you. “O-Oh. Okay?”

You pat your pockets and fumble through your bag, trying to find the lip color. A frown spreads across your face. “I don’t have it,” you say.

“Oh?” There’s a hint of mirth in his voice. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to borrow some of yours then.”

“But I just said that-“

His hand grabs your chin and tilts it to the side as he leans in and plants a soft but possessive kiss on your lips. You let out a surprise squeak as heat begins to spread across your face. You can feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you again and again and again.

He pulls back and glares at the staff member next to you. “Hey, the lightening is a bit off on set. Think you can do something about it?”

“O-Oh. Uh- yeah.” And they scurry off.

You glance at his members and see them shaking with laughter — whether they’re embarrassed by the oldest member’s actions or proud, you don’t get to find out as Yeonjun caresses your cheek.

“How do I look?” he smiles.

“You’re an idiot,” you playfully punch his chest.

He pecks you once more before he places something in something in your hand. You look down at the golden tube and gape at him.

“I forgot. You gave it to me in the car,” he chuckles.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff.

“And yours,” he winks.

And with one last smile, he’s off to finish his shoot.

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master list

[tonibeltran]

There must be a crack in his foundation, Antonio thinks, the same one he’s spent nearly six months perfecting. It’s the only way he can explain the sudden burst of anger that courses through his veins at Elijah’s entitlement, nearly daring Toni to stay and start something. He feels his jaw twitch ever so slightly — a movement he can easily mask with another scratch to his stubble, the shift of his weight from one leg to another. Don’t let me stop you, if that’s all you want to say. As if the burden of an explanation falls on him and not Elijah, the one who’d cut them all out of his life as easily as he’d cut through butter for breakfast, not a single thought spared for what they may have been going through, as well. He’d almost forgotten, how selfish he’d become after being sucked into Harrison’s orbit — wonders why so much of his system still reacts as if he’s the man he fell in love with, when all that’s standing before him is the man who cared so little about his grief he left, looking back be damned. 

Attempting to shove it all down again is proving more difficult this time around — they could have left well enough alone, had Elijah just fucking let it go, but whatever fire lives in the other man seems to want to catch wherever he steps. It’d be intoxicating if it wasn’t so fucking irritating. There’s a burst of wind that catches the side of his face as another patron opens the door to the bar, and it serves as something of a grounding sensation. He can get through this, he thinks. Giving into whatever petulance is brewing in Elijah is letting him win, and at this hour, in this state? Antonio doesn’t care to help him out.

He sucks his teeth and then grins, as brightly as he would to placate a child. “Lighten up, Falvey,” he tells him, the tone of his voice casual, the line of his shoulders curved downward. “Listen, I didn’t know you’d pissed all over this town. You could’ve been dead in the ground, for all I knew.” A shrug, practiced and timed. He crosses his arms over his chest, making sure the motion reads more disinterested and less defensive. “I’m here for as long as I need to be. Finding myself again, and all that.” He waves the notion off as if this were a casual conversation between acquaintances rather than a practiced dance between two men vying for the upper hand. “You should come by my place some time. I’ll drop you a pin! Oh, wait,” his grin turns lazy, whatever accusatory expression wanting to claw its way through held down by the weight of the alcohol in his system. “That might not go through to your phone, huh? Hm,” he shrugs again. “Well, on your own time.”

It’s not the worst thing he could have said. Granted, probably not the best thing, either, but whatever small crack in his foundation is starting to erode, splitting open uninvitingly. He tells himself that it isn’t a dig, reminding Elijah that his number has been blocked for five years — it’s just the truth. Whether that makes Elijah feel bad or not is — well, it’s not his problem. It’s not his problem, he tells himself again, despite the gnawing sensation within him fighting the sentiment. The instinct that lives inside him makes Elijah’s feelings and issues always his problem, the way a sponge would. There’s nothing he wouldn’t feel twice over if it meant it’d alleviate Elijah’s worries, his guilt, his anger, his sadness — that pathetic, unwanted part of him that still desperately wants nothing more than to make the man across from him happy, in a way he could never make Antonio.

Before he can say anything else, the man across the bar has sidled up next to him, sliding a hand onto the small of Toni’s back. Antonio blinks, almost as if out of a stupor, and turns to look at him — handsome. Lots of freckles. He’ll probably forget all about him in the morning, despite most likely waking up next to him. The man smiles at him, looking between him and Elijah cautiously. Antonio wonders if something about his stance had read desperate, enough so that this man thought he’d needed an out. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says, a small smirk coating his lips. “But the night’s only so young, y’know?” He raises an eyebrow. “Will your — friend be joining us?”

Antonio almost sputters a maniacal laugh, the thought of Elijah anywhere near him that way shrouded with so much ridiculousness it almost merits the rest of a tight five. Focusing on the stranger’s touch to his back rather than on Elijah’s presence across from him, he allows himself a shallow inhale. The grin that breaks through his expression is one tinged with amusement, but mostly coated in apathy. He makes sure his gaze is locked with Elijah’s when he replies, “He’s not my friend.” Looking back at the other man, he nods his head once toward the exit. “After you.”

The man gives Elijah a once-over — probably curious as to what he is, if not Toni’s friend — and starts toward the exit. Before Antonio can finish following, he pauses near Elijah, the proximity of him a cruel practice in masochism. “See you around, Falvey,” he tells him, all diplomacy and media training. After a moment’s hesitation, he decides to pat Elijah’s chest twice, the gesture heavily controlled and mimicking the camaraderie they may have once had. Never mind that it burns the palm of Toni’s hand, like he’s just touched what’s been forbidden to him for years. Never mind the jolt of wistfulness it sends through like a shock to his system, like it’s mocking him. The hand closes into a fist at his side, as if that’ll somehow remove the fiery sensation, and he forces his legs to keep moving one in front of the other, following behind a man who’ll be nothing but a lame distraction for whatever the fuck has transpired here tonight.

It was a stupid question. He knew it was a stupid fucking question — and one that he couldn’t even finish, at that, because that’s just how stupid he recognized it to be — but he couldn’t control the way his mouth spoke first before his brain could fully process what the hell he was even asking. If he thought about it, maybe he would have asked something different; maybe he would have formed a complete sentence. If he really, really thought about it, maybe he would have thrown the first punch before his former bandmate could jab him first, like he’d been expecting — a habit he familiarized himself with since Roman’s resurgence, a method of shielding himself from the predictable insults that have been hurled his way ever since. Instead, all he could do was stand there, mouth slightly agape, like what he’d already said (or lack thereof) was enough. And like the casualty he’d received in return was too much.

Perhaps there was hostility in Antonio’s tone, if he were to look for it, but everything about his body language exuded nonchalance, like a curveball in the mix, so it was — admittedly — difficult to tell. It would have been funny, if he had the mental capacity to laugh, just thinking about the irony of it all. The fact he’d once known this man like a friend, like a brother, but now? His memory was hazy, surrounded by a fog he couldn’t fan out, like the body standing before him belonged to no one else but a stranger, so much so that he couldn’t fucking tell if he was feigning indifference as a twisted form of psychological torture or not.

In his mind, there was no other plausible explanation — it made him sound horrifically self-centered, and at least that much he was aware of, but what else was he meant to think? That Antonio didn’t care? No. He might not have really known him anymore, but there was no chance of that. Not after the other two had popped back into his life one by one in order to make it abundantly clear that they did, all of them. And what other reason would he have for coming back, anyway, if not to whack that final nail in Amethyst’s coffin that Roman and Kaya had delicately placed for him?

This was all too fucking much, and Elijah physically couldn’t keep attempting to make any sense of it, unable to muster any other reaction other than silence; Antonio seemed to take that as a sign to keep going, which only made the entire situation worse, as far as he was concerned.

Presently, I’m about to take that guy home and fuck him.

“Wh - what?” he spilled out, actively resisting the temptation to whip his head around and hunt for the man in question, because what the hell was that about? He couldn’t remember if this — an attraction to men — was ever something they’d talked about before, but he was pretty sure that kind of information would stick with him if they had. He’d remember if he said something, in return, which he knew for a fact he never did.

“You’re . . . you’re fucking with me. Antonio, you have to be fucking with me.” His head shook in disbelief, fishing for anything other than the insouciance that was driving him mad; anger and resentment was nowhere to be found, however, and neither was any indication that he was joking, so he sighed, “I - I meant Blue Harbor, but you know, I —” He stepped aside, hands hitting his sides, “Don't let me stop you, if that's all you want to say.”

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

--

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

[cutelittleluckysoul]

Hiii! Can you please write an Layla el faouly x reader which one night the reader shows up at their Layla's house beaten up badly (the reader is a vigilant) which Layla starts badly freaking out when she sees them. Layla manages to calm down herself a bit as she starts patching up the reader. As Layla patches them up, she angrily tells them how worried she was and that she thought she was dead and what the hell is she supposed to do without them. The reader sees that Layla was starting to tear up, so they quickly brought her into a passionate kiss. Things get a bit smutty but it quickly ends as the reader let's a groan from pain. And so Layla decides it's not the time so she gets in bed with the reader and the reader tells them that they'll promise to be more careful from now on.

(Im really sorry that my request is so long and the reader can be any gender you like 😊😅

I LOVE THIS REQUEST! It is nice to write for someone different than Kingo and Druig because I feel like I repeat myself all the time (I love writing for them obviously but this change-up is very nice) Thank you for your request. ALSO THERE IS NOT NEARLY ENOUGH LAYLA FICS!!!

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI No full on smut things just get a little heated. Mentions of blood and injuries, talk about death, strong language but also fluff

I can't lose you! (Layla El Faouly x Reader)

You groaned as you made your way across the street, holding your side. You were sure you left a trail of little blood patches on your way. It was probably a bad idea to take on 7 guys on your own. But it is what it is now. After all this is your job. A little blood is part of it. Only this time it wasn't just a little.

Finally, you could see your girlfriend's apartment complex. You probably shouldn't bother her with this. But she knew how to patch you up and your apartment was too far at the moment.

Finally inside and in front of her door, you knocked and waited. Leaning on the wall across the door. Taking your hand off of the side of your body you saw how bloody your hand was. Wincing in pain you looked up as you heard the door unlocking and opening.

You gave Layla a weak smile as you heard her take a sharp intake of breath. You probably looked worse than you thought. You limped over to her to give her a small kiss as a greeting but she pulled her head back. Yep you were in deep shit now. This is worse than what the guys you just killed did to you.

She stepped aside to let you in which you did. Without a word, she closed the door and got the first aid kid. You slumped onto a chair groaning a little. Finally taking a look at your stab wound you also let out a gasp. It was deeper than you thought.

Layla came back and sat down across from you. You gave her a weak smile, which she didn't return. She got everything out and you carefully took off your shirt so she could take care of this wound first. Her frown deepened as she saw the many bruises littering your body. She begins cleaning the wound, as carefully as she could, but it still hurts like a bitch.

When she was done she moved to the wounds on your face. Your lip was split open and you had a cut above your left eyebrow and you were pretty sure there was a giant bruise forming on the right side of your face up to your eye as well. As she was cleaning up the cut you tried to lighten the mood a little "You should see the other guys." A weak smile accompanied your sentence. She gave you a stern look. "You think this is funny?" Her voice as sharp as ever. When you didn't answer her she continued. "You think it is fun to patch you up in the middle of the night because you have been stupidly reckless again? Because you need to prove that you are a hero or some shit? Have you ever thought about how I feel about this? How worried I am every time you come here with new wounds all over your body? What if one day you just overestimate yourself and get yourself killed huh? Bleeding out in some dark alley! Have you ever thought about that?!" She gave you an angry look and you had to look away while you shook your head no. She scoffed. "Of course, you haven't. Fuck you drive me so mad!"

She continued cleaning your wounds and you could feel her calming down a little. But you could also see the tears that she desperately tried to blink away, forming in her eyes. You carefully brought a hand up to her face, cupping her cheek. She looked at you with sad brown eyes and you felt even worse. In a weak attempt, you kissed her, hoping that she could feel how sorry you are. You ignored the stinging of your lips. She could probably still taste the blood on them. You pressed her close to you and she finally gave in returning your kiss. You gave a soft sigh of relief and started to softly nipple at her lips. You were determined to make it up to Layla. And by how she was reacting you knew she was ok with that. As you two slowly stood up, you made your way over to the bedroom. Never breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. At some point, Layla also discarded her Shirt and your hands were roaming her body. Her skin is ever so soft making you long for her even more.

Finally reaching the bedroom she softly pushed you onto it, which wasn't a good idea and it made you groan in pain. Clearly, you two have forgotten that you probably had some bruised ribs as well. The look in her eyes changed immediately and you gave her a sheepish smile. "I think my apology has to wait for a little." She just nodded. You scooted a little higher on the bed, taking off your pants, with Layla's help thankfully. She put on her sleeping shirt again and crawled into bed beside you. Carefully she pulled you into her side. You took in her smell that never seems to cease to calm you down. "You really need to be more careful..." "I know... And I promise you I will. I don't want you to worry about me." "I always worry about you silly. I mean you are a force to be reckoned with, I know that, but seeing you all beaten up I -... It just doesn't sit right with me. I don't wanna lose you like I lost my father you know?" "I understand. I am really sorry I made you worried like that. You know that is never my intention. I just... I wanna help people. And these idiots deserved the beating that they've got from me." "Just promise me to be more careful next time ok?" "I promise." And you really meant it. You looked up at her and you saw that she was already looking at you. You leaned up and gave her a soft kiss. "I love you." She gave you one of her perfect smiles, that melted your heart every time. "I love you too. Now you need some sleep. Doctors order." You giggled at that. "You know you are not that kind of doctor right?" "Did I patch you up or not?" "Alright alright, Dr. Layla. But I think I need another kiss don't you think? To make me feel better?" She rolled her eyes at that grinning softly. She placed another soft kiss on your lips. The fact that your lip stung every time her lips met yours was definitely worth it. "Now off to sleep with you." She nudged your nose gently with hers. "Yes Ma'am" you hummed and gave her another soft peck. "Careful little mouse, don't start what you can't finish." You grinned a little. "Who says I can't finish?" But she gently and carefully brushed over the bruise on your ribs making you wince, and she just raised an eyebrow in triumph and a little worry in her eyes. You sigh in defeat still smiling softly. "I will make it up to you. But not today." A yawn left your mouth and you snuggled close to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her head now atop yours. Finally, the exhaustion took over and you fell into a deep sleep, knowing you were safe with Layla next to you.

[corrodedseraphine]

dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #4

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

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Hi guys! Thank you so much for all the interactions, I really appreciate it! Also if you have any questions or maybe there is something what you would like to read in this story feel free to write it! I will consider everything, thank you once again. Hope you will like this part too!

After the D&D game was over, you and Eddie went together to his car. After turning it on, heavy metal sounds came out of the radio.

"If the music bothers you, we can go without," he said.

"No, don't turn it off. It sounds pretty good," it was a nice change from constantly listening to Jason's favorite songs, which were played literally everywhere.

The road went by in silence, you kept wondering if you were sure you were doing the right thing. After all, you didn't even know him well, and you wanted the whole town to think you were madly in love with each other. It was all madness.

"Sorry for the mess," said Eddie walking inside "I wasn't expecting any guests today."

"You have to admit that every visit I make here is unannounced" You joked. It was probably the only way to deal with the shame you still felt after that night. Eddie laughed.

"So, my girl, what do you need?" he asked still smiling.

"One of your hellfire shirts and a bandama."

"You know the shirt will be too big? You want it, we can make you something in your size."

"That's the point Eddie, it has to be too big for people to know it's YOURS."

"Clever, I didn't think of it that way, and bandama what do you want it for?" He asked handing you things.

You took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around your wrist. "Looks good, huh?" you asked.

"I think so," he said.

"Since we're going to pretend we're unearthly in love with each other, we need to work out a plan. And probably get to know each other a little better, don't you think?"

"I think we should." An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Neither of you knew how to start a conversation. You were feeling more and more stressed by the second. "I know what will help lighten the atmosphere." Eddie said. "Go to the room and I'll be right there."

Already knowing the arrangement of the rooms in his trailer, which, by the way, were not too many, you did as he ordered. You sat down on the bed and, while waiting for him, you kept thinking what to say. Everything seemed unreal to you. Finally Eddie returned with two glasses and a bottle of liquor.

"Do you think it will help?" He asked, smiling. "At the first meeting it gave you courage." You laughed and without a word took the glasses from him, pouring them equally.

"Here's to our imaginary relationship" you said and drank it all at once. The taste of alcohol made you flinch and after a while you began to feel heat spreading throughout your body.

"I see you already have experience with stronger liquors, y/n" He winked at you.

"I'm Steve Harrington's sister, someone had to take over the title after the high school party king. You don't even know how ashamed I was, when Jason was already lying unconscious and I was just getting started! The more I think about it the happier I am that I don't have to worry about him anymore."

"But I guess you still do, otherwise you wouldn't be here…"

"I want him to just give some peace to me, because of this idiot I can't eat at the cafeteria, because he hooks me all the time, I'm sick of it! Besides, he wants to piss him off. I want him to feel the way I felt at that party back then."

"I'm sure you'll give him a hard time, sweetheart. And I'll be happy to help you with that." he smiled.

"How do you do it Eddie?"

"What?"

"You're so smiling all the time. I don't think I've ever seen you in a bad mood before. Is that possible?" He didn't answer. He smiled even wider and poured alcohol into glasses.

"Tell me something about yourself y/n, I need to know more about you than that you are a strong player when it comes to drinking." You started talking about what you like, what you don't like, your family, your childhood, your friendship with Max, Dustin and the rest. You felt that in that moment you could have told him everything, but you skipped over the events of the Upside Down, he would never have believed it. Eddie just sat and listened, he didn't interrupt you, he didn't even have to ask, because the alcohol had dissolved your tongue enough for the words to flow on their own. In return, Eddie told you a little about himself, his life with his uncle, D&D, the band, the music he liked. He wasn't as chatty as you, but it was enough for you to get to know him better. "Now for the more trivial questions. What's your favorite color and song?" he said when you were done.

"You'll laugh at me. This is so typical it hurts."

"Hit me."

"Pink, and at the moment my favorite song is Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA."

"Such a typical choice y/n! I expected you to surprise me here too. As for the song, I don't know it."

"It doesn't surprise me, totally not your style."

"Shall I tell you a secret?" he lowered his voice.

"Sure."

"There's no space for styles in music, there's too much of it and it's too beautiful to be limited." He said looking into your eyes.

You gasped, you didn't expect such a reaction. Or you didn't expect what you felt when your eyes met. "My favorite color is black, but I also like green. Unfortunately about pink I have some doubts," he said after a while changing the subject. "Oh, and you should know that I love my guitar the most in the world, nothing and no one can change that."

"Understood." you laughed. "Ah! one more thing. Zero cigarette smoking in front of me. It's disgusting."

"I don't know if I'm ready for such a sacrifice…" he said with a serious face. "But maybe I'll survive somehow. Agreed." He said and shook hands with you.

"I'll go now, tomorrow is a big day, I need to sleep," you said and got up.

"I'll walk you out."

"No need."

"y/n, since you're my so-called girlfriend, I can't let you walk the streets alone in the evenings. Besides, I feel like going for a walk."

"In that case, let's go."

This time you talked and laughed the whole way. The awkward silence disappeared and the two of you felt very comfortable in each other's company. You didn't even know when you were already standing in front of your house.

"You're not so bad Eddie, in fact, you're quite different from what I thought," you said.

"And you thought what I would be like? Scary?"

"Maybe a little."

"In that case, I'm glad it isn't so" He smiled.

"Remember that we start tomorrow at the lunch break. When I enter the cafeteria, you're supposed to pretend you just saw the love of your life."

"I think I can say the same to you."

"Good night Eddie."

"Good night, love of my life!"

[rachelhargrovearchived]

Rachel let out a laugh as he admitted that he too had never stepped foot in a tanning salon. "Well then look at us porcelain dolls, just letting the world see us in our natural tones." It was a weird string of words that had just left her mouth, but she wasn't going to question it after she'd already let them out. She had a way of wanting to backtrack at times when she said something a little too silly, but with Saul she was comfortable enough to know he wasn't going to judge her too much for it. At his comment about not wanting to let a lady go alone to events she let out a small snort. "Oh really? Because I think I've gone to plenty of these all on my lonesome, where was my escort then, huh?!" Rachel teased as she had in actuality probably gone to a lot of the events with other friends if not with Saul and then when she had gone alone she'd always run into someone she knew. It was the nice thing about having moved to Providence Peak, familiarity between people was fare more of a likelihood. Rachel gave a shrug when he told her that they needed to lighten up. It was easy for Rachel to just talk about anything and everything, it used to be part of her job and so she had become rather good at it and so whenever there was a topic given to her she'd be happy to discuss it, with the exception of her realistic love life, and so talking to Phoebe about whether she felt like love was real was easy. But she didn't feel like she had to be apologetic about it either.

She let out a small scoff at his wanting to be in denial and gave a shake of her head. "Oh come on, I mean you're talking to someone who is turning forty this year, I too am aging Saul Weissberg. Gracefully, I will say, but still aging." Rachel at times feared what life looked like for her in the future, but also that didn't have so much to do with aging as it did with just uncertainty. She also knew how quick things could pass by though considering she had lived much of her life as well. Things blurred together over the years and it was sometimes hard to remember even when things happened. While Saul struggled to remember what the game about she had to laugh a bit. "It's most definitely about charity, Saul." She clarified for him as she wondered if he really needed the reminder.

Kathleen Clark was definitely a prominent figure in the Providence Peak citizenship. As the University president she definitely had more sway than most, but Rachel also knew that Saul was not someone who was so easily shaken by others. So it wasn't surprising that he wasn't going to budge either. "Well that's at least good that it's not really Thalia then?" She added the inflection, unsure if it really was good or not. It was very rare from her point of view to have an amicable divorce. It just felt like almost like an oxymoron at this point. Rachel looked at him, wincing as she had to break the bad news to him. "Usually seven or nine innings." She tilted her head from side to side as he asked how different softball was to baseball and also why hadn't she participated. "I didn't sign up in time unfortunately, but they are a bit different. Like softball has a bigger ball and you pitch differently and there are a few different rules, but also it depends on the league too. But you absolutely should come watch me attempt a homerun this year!"

@saulweissberg

“yeah, well, neither have i.” as vain as saul could be, a favorite client of safiye aksoy and a lover of designer clothing, his vanity stopped at tanning salons. he always thought he looked ruddy with a tan, anyway, not bronzed. “i guess we’ll have to suffer being pasty ghosts!” saul teased, though he thought they looked fine with their paleness. in fact, he thought rachel was beautiful. outside and inside. “can’t let a lady attend a town event without some sort of escort, could i?” saul returned her wink, knocking his knee against hers. truthfully, he would’ve gone to the game even if rachel hadn’t invited him, and not just due to the fact he had money in the game. saul had an incessant need to be part of things, to know what was happening in the world. he believed young people called it fomo: the fear of missing out. ever since childhood, he had been nosy. when his mother was talking in hushed tones on the phone, he would press his ear to the kitchen door and eavesdrop, having no context for the things she said but feeling a sense of accomplishment afterwards. it didn’t matter if he couldn’t understand what she was talking about, as long as he heard it. forty-something years later, he was still the same. rachel just gave him an added excuse to be there, but town functions were always a lot more fun with a friend. “existential things? good lord, girls, lighten up.” no fair! saul and phoebe didn’t often talk about existential things, they talked about what it was like for saul to watch the real world as it originally aired and what was life like before the internet. should he have been jealous or thankful?

“no, i’d prefer to live in denial of my aging body, thank you.” it was like he woke up one morning and his eyesight worsened in his sleep. he didn’t have to start wearing corrective lenses until he was thirty-four and he never thought to appreciate it before it disappeared. he laughed when she demonstrated her old-person-reading face. “see? you’re a natural! trust me, it happens before you know it.” blink and suddenly thirty years have passed. at least she could understand the pain of glasses and contacts, but it was better than not seeing at all. “we’ll see. it’s about sportsmanship or something anyway, right? or charity?” he had spent a pretty penny getting the college kid down to providence peak, and while he was naturally competitive, he did genuinely want to give back to the town. as much as he complained about providence peak and compared it endlessly to manhattan, it was his home. for now, at least. he had settled down roots, but part of him still longed for the big city. 

a soft smile flashed on his face. “thank you, rach.” sometimes he felt like an interloper; providence peak had been thalia’s hometown, but by all accounts, saul had made himself a prominent member of society and eclipsed her. he hadn’t done it on purpose, he was just a naturally extroverted man, and he called a lot of attention onto himself without trying. he was curious about what rachel had meant about her ex-husband, but from the grimace on her face, it was best to leave the topic alone. again, though, his incessant need to know things! “it’s her sister, kathleen, that’s trying to run me out of town. i don’t think thalia cares as much.” at the very least, it was kathleen that was most vocal about wanting him gone. maybe if he didn’t have a mortgage and an office building lease, he would’ve cut his losses last year, but again, those damn roots kept him in colorado. the news of the order of innings made him groan. “second inning? how many are there supposed to be?” was he going to have to spend all day out in the sun? he couldn’t do that… without any alcohol. did charity baseball concession stands carry wine? he’d settle for beer if he had to. “why didn’t you play today? is softball that different from baseball?” he had no idea. he had no reason to know before then. “i’ll have to come see you play sometime.” despite his current complaining, he’d go to support his friend.

@rachelhargrove