#i was so tired when i got home that i took the subway in the wrong direction

[ryebecca]

Took a fun day trip to DC today! I finally made it to one of my most anticipated art exhibits, saw my favorite movie live on stage, and crossed off another museum in my "one new museum (to me) a month" project. If you ever find yourself in the DC area, the Smithsonian National Postal Museum is a fun and interesting one!

[kaybreezy3000]

A steaming hot and humorous deli Five story, and An Ode To All The Fives We’ve Loved Before.

Written by: @badkitty3000 and @kaybreezy3000

(Rated Mature for Sexually Explicit Content, 6976 words)

Note: All six reader inserts in this one were inspired by characters we wrote in our other stories about Five. But if you haven't read any of these stories, you can still easily enjoy this one. If you find that you want a little more of Five and any one of these lovelies, links will be provided at the end.

Heading across the subway platform towards the deli, Five heard the shrill squeal of a train coming into the station. Thinking it was going to be another version of himself showing up, he slowed his step, letting out a tired sigh. “Here we go again.”

Even before the train was fully stopped, he realized this wasn’t going to be one of his normally depressing encounters. There were six females inside one of the cars, all of them anxiously looking back at him standing under the warmth of the delicatessen's incandescent lights.

He was dumbstruck. There had never been anyone else besides himself on a train before. 

His breath caught as the doors began to slide open.

“No way…” he gasped, looking at the girl in front who had a baseball bat slung over her shoulders, her body poised for a fight.

“Five!” she shrieked as she pushed the doors open, kicking one of them aside faster with the heel of one of her checkered patterned boots. Dashing towards him, her wooden bat fell to the ground with a resounding thunk as she threw herself into his waiting arms.

Just then, a loud bark echoed through the subway. Bursting out from between the other girls’ legs, a golden-haired dog bee-lined it for the door of the deli, just as another stunned Five threw it open. A fraction of a second later, that Five was stumbling backwards, getting knocked down by the wild beast. “I missed you too, buddy,” he laughed through his tears as his furry friend affectionately slobbered him.

Next to them, pink and blue pigtails swayed as the first Five lifted the girl in his arms, kissing her anywhere he could plant his lips. Loving it, her smile got bigger and bigger the more frantic he got, and she started giggling even more about it when she looked down at the pair on the ground. “I guess it was easy enough for Mr. Pennycrumb to figure out which one of you was his master. Just look at him…he’s so happy he and his daddy finally get to go home.”

“Home?” the deli’s Greeter Five questioned, sounding heartbreakingly confused as the rest of the girls on the train came past, worriedly making their way towards the welcoming lights of the restaurant, all of them hoping their Fives were there too.

Inside, Five was behind the counter, doing his usual inventory of ingredients for his famous pastrami sandwich when he looked up to see the most beautiful sight he’d seen in a very long time. He could hardly believe his eyes and it took him a few seconds to realize she was real. 

Skidding around the corner from the kitchen while trying to hide the tears in his eyes, he grabbed his wife around her waist, reeling her in. With hands on each side of her face, he kissed her so desperately that he forgot to breathe. Finally, he pulled away, smiling lovingly as she started to cry.

“I can’t believe it’s really you. I’ve missed you so much, my love,” he choked out, stroking her cheek with his hand. “What are you doing here? When I ended up here, I thought I’d lost you and our entire world because our timeline was destroyed.”

“I missed you, too,” she breathlessly replied. “Things were a little all over the place with the timeline problem thing, but it’s okay now. We’re here to bring you home. I didn’t know there was an entire restaurant filled with you when I set out, but the girls and I ended up on the train together and it quickly became clear we were all in the same boat, and all of you were too. As crazy as all that is, when we realized where you all ended up, it was still a little surprising to say the least.”

“How did you even find this place? The odds of coming across it are astronomical.”

His wife rolled her eyes. “Really, Five? There’s like twenty of you here and not one of you can read a goddamn map? Together, the girls and I figured it out in about fifteen minutes.”

“Oh…” Five muttered.

She smiled and kissed his pouty face, pushing his dark hair off his forehead. “Well, it’s a good thing for you, and all these other boys, that before you got stuck here, you stole the hearts of the smartest, most badass women around because we’re here to save all your asses.” She looked around at all the Fives that looked like they were either about to have a breakdown or were in the middle of one. “And just in the knick of time, it seems,” she added.

While being devoured by the Five that had been previously pouring coffee, his girlfriend stopped him mid-kiss to say, “Hold on… you guys are stuck here because you don’t know how to read a map?” 

“We know how to read maps,” her Five scoffed back. “We just don’t know how to read this particular map.”

With his head down as he rounded the corner from the kitchen, another Five came in carrying a bin of clean dishes. Irritated that nobody was helping him he said, “You don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground, Waiter Five, and hey Brisket, you may be a worthless genius like the rest of us, but you’re letting the sandwiches burn!”

“I don’t give a fuck about the sandwiches, you moron,” Brisket Five snapped back. 

Brisket’s wife quirked a brow. “Brisket?” she questioned, letting his strange nickname roll off her tongue with seductive playfulness, only then just realizing her husband was wearing a chef’s apron.

“Are you surprised? You know I’m the king of the kitchen,” he said, giving her a cocky smirk. 

Hearing the allure of the feminine voice questioning Brisket Five, the distracted bus-boy finally looked up, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“HOLY SHIT!” he gasped as the tub of plates in his hands hit the floor. Moving almost as fast as if he’d blinked, he leapt over the booth between him and the luminously pale girl that was grinning at him with two shiny tips of sharp white studding into her lower lip.

“Hey there, you little horny devil,” the cheeky looking vampire girl snickered as he slid up to her, his boyish mess of dark hair all over the place as his entire body shook like a leaf with excitement. “Five, sweetie, there’s so many of you here…” 

Looking over at the lonely looking Five in the corner booth with his mannequin, the vampire’s fang descended a little more.

“Awww,” she cooed as she looked back at her own Five. “He’s so cute. He’s just like you were. Can I maybe have a little nibble on him, honey?”

“Hell no. I am the only abomination you get to suck on,” Bus-Boy Five dreamily replied, his soft green eyes luring her right back.

Interrupting their reunions, and their conversation about the map, the bathroom door flung open, and another Five carrying a mop came out, immediately directing his shock at the girl the Waiter Five was once again doing his best to suffocate with kisses. “Hey!” he yelled. “Are you that chick who used to fuck Klaus? 

Tossing his mop in the supply closet, the Janitor Five moved in closer, plopping his butt down on the tabletop next to a Five who was sitting there, contemplatively shuffling a deck of cards as he watched the bizarre scene unfolding.

At the mention of Klaus, Waiter Five gave his girl one more peck, then a sly grin as he said, “Those guys don’t know the whole story. All they need to know is that the Hargreeves with the best dick won. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The girl that ironically used to own a coffee house shook her head at her now-waiter boyfriend as she stretched up, planting a big kiss on his lips. “You could say that. Or, more accurately, I won. I’ve been missing a lot of things about you, including your dick,” she teased while pulling him by the belt loops until their hips were flush.

A few feet away, a shapely woman with jet-black hair slid into a booth. The bells on her red headband rung cheerfully as her bottom bounced on the vinyl seat. The familiar sound made the slumped down man that was sitting there lift his head.

“Oh, Five…what did you do?” she soothed as she snuggled up next to him while placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

He looked over, eyeing her up and down with a foggy expression before the light suddenly went on. His face immediately relaxed with relief. “Oh my god…it’s you! How are you here? Fuck. Did I die and go to heaven?”

She shook her head, the same chipper smile on her face, just like always. Leaning in to give him a tender kiss, Drunk Five’s angelic girlfriend placed a warm hand on his thigh. “I will explain all of that later. Right now I think we need to get you sobered up.”

Her Five nodded slowly, his eyes becoming misty. “I’m sorry, I went a little crazy with the booze again,” he admitted, gesturing to the bottle on the table. “I’ve been a mess since I lost you.” His gaze drifted downward to her low-cut top and the perfect tits that were spilling out. “Damn, I missed you.”

Leaning in, his lips tickling the shell of his girlfriend’s ear, Waiter Five whispered, “I’m not sure how fucked-up Drunk Five got a nice girl like that.”

Looping her arms around his waist she smiled. “Because she’s an actual angel,” she replied. “Like from heaven. They had a real life Christmas Carol situation and that’s what helped him finally get his shit together.”

“Huh,” Waiter Five hummed before he started kissing her again, already not caring about the other alcoholic version of him’s issues.

As Greeter Five came inside, joining the group, one of the Fives nearest the door swooped in, taking the hand of the girl next to him, gently kissing it.

Instantly overwhelmed by the unexpected gesture, as well as the sight of all the other Fives, she turned to her Five, mouth agape. “Wow… I thought you had some kinky things going on inside your brain, but compared to you…” She started to crack-up. “He was just thinking about eating pastrami off my ass!”  

Looking beyond flustered by her calling him out, the other Five quickly backed away, stammering, “Wh-what is she, a mind reader?”

Positioning himself in front of her, Greeter Five’s already menacing expression turned even more threatening. “Yeah, dumbass, she is and she can alter your emotions, so I’d watch out if I were you or you might find yourself falling in love with a jar of sauerkraut. And you won't be eating pastrami or anything else off her ass as long as I’m here, so fuck off unless you’d like an acid burned dick and that spatula over there shoved up your ass.”

“You know that’s not how my powers work,” the petite blonde corrected as her hands slid around the Greeter Five’s trim waist. Clearly already aware of that, and enjoying her magical touch way too much, his grin grew and he started to lower his mouth to hers again.

Seeing that he was out of his element, and not about to win this one, the food fetish Five bolted out the door, prompting Janitor Five to stroll over, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Since you are the biggest nut job in here, it makes sense you’d be dating a sexy Harley Quinn look alike,” he said, distracting the couple.

“I mean no offense, sweetheart,” Janitor Five continued while suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at Greeter Five’s girl. 

She smiled.

“I think you’re hot,” he added as his cool green eyes sparkled triumphantly. “Just so you know, I am way less of a headcase than him, and I am not at all scared of letting you play around inside my head, or my pants.”

“Fuck you!” Greeter Five growled.“Keep your grimy toilet cleaning hands off of her, shithead! She’s my wife!”

“Woah, settle down there, ‘Mr. I started The Commission But Got Downgraded To The Doorman At A Deli.’ I am just trying to point out that I am a much lesser dipshit than you, and let the lady here know that you are not her only option when it comes to better Fives.”

“For fucks sake! We all know that I am the best Five in here!” Greeter Five loudly yelled back, as he lunged at him.

Catching her husband by the coat tails, the comic book character look alike’s fingers brushed against his lower back. The fight almost instantly forgotten, Greeter Five turned and lowered his forehead to hers, and within seconds, she had his mind and body coming back down to a much less murderous state of arousal, but it was already too late. That arrogant outburst started all the other Fives bickering and glaring at each other, sizing each other up even though they were all the exact same size.

No longer involved in the hostilities because he was caught in his wife’s euphoric spell, Greeter Five scooped her up, pinning her against the window next to the entryway.

“I wish I could kill all these pathetic bastards,” he breathed as he nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck.

“No you don’t. You’re a good man, Five,” she corrected.

Happily mind fucked and once again paying no attention to anything else other than the piece of ass he had in his hands, Greeter Five crushed his lips against his wife’s, inadvertently sliding her back along the window glass until they rammed into another three-peice suit wearing Five that had been standing near the door since his girlfriend had come in and claimed him. 

That Five had been basking in the pleasure of having his shaggy hair played with while the woman in front of him teased her hands down the front of his pants. Not happy with the Greeter Five for interrupting them, he angrily moved away from him, barking, “Get a room, asshole!” 

Greeter Five snickered. “Why?” he questioned through the fringe of his hair as he grinned at the other Five. “I don’t care if you fuckers watch.” 

Ready to own that, he shamelessly started rutting the prominent bulge in his pants into his giggling telepath.

Seeing and hearing all this madness, Brisket Five’s wife started to get a wild gleam in her eye as a million kinky thoughts about the vast number of identical, sexy men in the room filled her with naughty ideas.

Not nearly as fazed by all the bullshit happening around him, Brisket Five took her chin in his hand, guiding her face back to his until she was looking up at his piercing green eyes that could read her like an open book. With a subtle shake of his head, he raised an eyebrow. “I don’t fucking think so, darling,” he said, his voice low with warning.

She batted her lashes at him innocently. “What are you going to do about it, Daddy?”

At the mention of his dirty, yet fitting nickname, the other women perked up, dodging their own Five’s kisses and disappointed faces as they shared amused glances with one another.

Still getting publicly dry humped, only now over on the table edge in front of a Five that was still trying to sit there and do his crossword, Greeter Five’s girl chirped, “That’s amazing!  So it’s not just my Five that likes the daddy thing!”

None of the Fives needed to say it. Their intense glares directed at each other said it loud and clear for all of them.

I’M THE ONLY DADDY HERE! 

“That’s it. We’re going to settle who is the ruler of this deli once and for all!” Greeter announced, right before sliding his girl’s booty shorts towards him so he could push her backside down on the table.

“Sounds like you want to put your money where your mouth is,” taunted Cards Five as he continued to nonchalantly shuffle through his deck.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” the Greeter confirmed, ripping the red and blue shorts down his woman’s legs as he licked his lips and lowered like he was about to dive face first into her pussy-which he was.

“Oh, you are on! Get ready to lose, assholes,” yelled Waiter Five as he picked his girl up with her legs wrapping around his waist.

As there were more grumbles and boastful claims coming from the Fives, the girls glanced around at the roomful of horny, angry men they had on their hands. Brisket Five’s and Greeter Five’s wives took one look at each other and knew exactly what the other was thinking. 

“Alright, ladies,” Brisket’s wife called out. “We can’t bring these horny old bastards home in the state they’re in. I think we should let them have their fun with us and then we can get out of here safely. Sound good?”

The women all nodded in agreement and just as fast they started to get pawed at even more aggressively.

Having witnessed all of this, the most aloof looking Five who had been sitting in the corner booth, lifted his glass, clinking it with the one sitting in front of his beloved mannequin. “I’m sorry, darling, you might want to shut your eyes.” 

Openingly admiring the butt of the girl with the other Five that had been over by the door, Janitor Five asked, “How’d you get so lucky to hit an ass like that?”

Smirking, the Five in question leaned up against the wall next to the jukebox while pulling his lady away from the Janitor. “It’s a long story but it started when I became a pervert that was obsessed with spying on her while I jerked off. Then there was an accidental parking lot abduction incident, and after that, it just sort of happened.”

“You mean, first you tied me up, then I tied you up and set you straight,” she corrected, tugging his tie, which earned her a quiet whimper.

“Oh, so you're into perverted creeps?” Janitor Five said, trying to get a rise out of her Five but he got nothing out of either of them other than more of her hands going down her perverted boyfriend’s pants.

Seeing again that he was going to be left high and dry, the Janitor Five moved on, selecting a perfect song from the jukebox next to them for the fuck-fest that was about to commence. He then turned to Drunk Five who was still in his booth and sneered. “You might as well count yourself out, dickhead. You won't even be able to get it up.”

With an indignant snort, Drunk Five pulled his cheery angel onto his lap, running his hands up and down her bare thighs as she ground down on his rapidly hardening crotch.

“What do you think, honey?” he rasped. “Is he right?”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, actually,” she laughed, leaning in for a deep kiss.

Cards Five, not at all interested in the sex part of all this, saw his opportunity elsewhere. He turned to the Janitor Five giving him a slanted smile.

“We’re going to make a killing,” he said before hopping up on one of the unoccupied tables with the deli already becoming rowdier from all the couples in various compromising positions and locations around him.

“Listen up, shit heads! Here’s the rules!” Cards Five called out. “The Five who can get their lady off the most times in five minutes wins and will be declared the official BEST FIVE! And…no helping your guys by touching yourselves ladies, or you’re out.”

“Awww,” Janitor Five huffed.

Ignoring his disappointment, Cards Five gestured for him to start collecting the bets, then he pulled his sleeve up and set his stopwatch. 

Holding his arm out to show the other Fives, he received the desired nods of approval from all.

Not needing any more encouragement to begin, as soon as Cards Five yelled out ‘go’, every Five who had the option started getting to work, determined to win his very important title. 

Amid a flurry of coat jackets being hurriedly shrugged off and ties being thrown through the air, their perfect song selection cued up. 

As the first few staccato notes of “Eye of the Tiger” filled the room, there was a chorus of enthusiastic cheers from the over-sexed men. 

The competition had officially begun.

With his vampire girlfriend at his side, Bus-Boy Five took off with her towards the bathroom, entering the small tiled room on the heels of the Pervert Five and his pretty dominator. Shoving him into the wall, the small but assertive female directed her man to drop his pants. Already looking so excited that he might explode, he didn’t argue. His pants fell around his ankles, the metal of his belt clanking against the floor as she yanked his underwear down, letting his length spring free.

With her shirt getting ripped open and the tiny pearl buttons tinkering across the counter, the vampire sank her fangs into her Five, moaning as he hungrily nipped his teeth across her porcelain neck.

Catching the door before it swung closed on them, Janitor Five propped it open, yelling, “There’s no room for modesty here, boys! You better give us a good show in there!” 

Over in their booth, doing just that, Drunk Five was already getting the full religious experience with his personal angel.

Straddling his lap, she quickly unbuckled his pants and shoved her hand inside, grabbing hold of his hardened cock. “Even though you fell off the wagon, you know I’ll always let you plow my field,” the angel quipped with a smile.

He pulled her in for a rough kiss, a hand on the back of her neck as she pumped her fist. “Enough of your bad jokes, sweetheart, right now I need you to ride my dick,” he murmured before groaning loudly, “Let’s show these assholes what we can do.”

“You got it, baby,” she purred next to his ear as she pushed her panties aside and sunk herself onto his waiting dick. 

With her tits bouncing in front of his face, and her hot sleeve moving fast over his cock, Drunk Five was in a Heaven made just for him. Clutching his shoulders, the angel threw her head back as his heels dug into the floor and he pounded up into her, her broken cries proving he was still a contender.

Simultaneously, on the other side of the deli, Brisket Five was not-so-gently squeezing his wife’s tight, round ass as he aggressively sucked at her neck.

“Five,” she breathed out desperately as she clawed at the back of his shirt after having flung his chef’s apron on the floor. She took a quick peek over his shoulder, scouting the room. “I think we’re out of fuckable places.”

Pulling back with a mischievous grin that always lit a fire in his wife’s pants, Five shook his head. “Not necessarily.”

She let out a short laugh as she worked as fast as she could to get his shirt unbuttoned and pushed off his arms. Running her hands down his firm, bare chest she looked up at him. “You’re going to fuck me in a closet, aren’t you?” 

As Brisket Five quickly hurried his wife along to his secret sex spot, Waiter Five brushed past, heading in the same direction. 

“I’m calling the kitchen, dipshit, so don’t even bother,” he snarled at Brisket Five. 

When he didn’t get the expected spiteful reply in response, Waiter Five stopped and turned. The chef version of himself was not actually trying to bone his woman in the kitchen. Instead, he was continuing in the direction of the supply closet.

“Where the fuck are you going? Scared your girl might see what she’s missing out on?” Waiter jeered, even as his girlfriend was pulling her legs tighter around his waist, rubbing against his hard crotch. His hands gripped her ass harder as he pushed her against the doorway of the kitchen, jerking his hips against her until she let out a beautifully needy moan.

“Think again, dumbshit,” Brisket barked back before unceremoniously shoving his wife into the closet and slamming the door behind him. 

“That guy is a total whack-job,” Waiter Five said to his girl before continuing inside, perching her on the food-prep counter. 

“How about you focus less on him and more on fucking me,” she suggested, snaking her hand down the front of his pants as she rubbed the large package that was tenting there.

With a quiet grunt, he let his eyes fall shut, his expression one of total bliss as he grinned back at her. “Good idea.” 

As she hastily began opening his fly, Five worked on yanking her pants down. Knowing his dirty-minded coffee girl inside and out, he shoved his hand between her legs, letting his long fingers work their magic.

“Daddy knows what you like, doesn’t he, sweetheart?” he seductively taunted.

At the first “Ffff-uuu…yesss” that she whimpered, he knew he had her right where he wanted, and he continued to finger her while she rocked her hips into his hand and pulled at the front of his shirt.

In the closet, Brisket’s wife was pushed roughly against a wall as he flattened her body, attacking her with bruising kisses. With his hands gripping her wrists, he shoved her arms over her head, pinning them to the wall as Janitor Five’s mop went clattering to the floor.

“Panties off. Now!” Five ordered in a harsh but quiet tone, knowing for a fact that this was a sure fire way to get her dripping wet.

Freeing her wrists, she did exactly what he said, dropping her shorts and underwear and kicking them off somewhere in the dim light of the closet. With the sound of his wife’s harsh breathing riling him up even more, Five anxiously unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.

Lifting one of her legs, holding it up against his hip, he pressed his rock-hard cock between her legs, not entering her as his shaft rubbed against her wet slit.

As he continued to rut into her, faster and harder but not actually fucking her, he felt the satisfying shudder of her body against his. “That’s one, but I think we can do better than that, don’t you think, angel?” he teased.

Also about to witness a second orgasm, sitting over at his booth with Greeter Five licking and lapping his wife’s clit as his fingers squelched in and out of her quivering cunt, Crossword Five lowered a hand under the table, discreetly palming the tightly stretched fabric covering his crotch.

With his fingers thrusting and wife gasping, her body bucking on the table in front of them, Greeter Five looked up, his face proudly shining as he glanced at their booth buddy. “Might as well whip it out and go for it, you dirty bastard. She likes to watch.”

At the sound and sight of Crossword Five’s fly zipping down, the woman on the table between the two shameless men cried out, “Oh, Fivvvvve. Fucck, yes! I love you!”

“That’s right, say it louder, beautiful. Let these assholes get a taste of what they are missing!” her husband growled, right before grinding his face between her legs again.

In the corner booth, not at all impressed, the Five sitting with Dolores picked up his empty margarita, eyeing it like it had personally offended him. “I’m not like that, am I?” he questioned, to which the mannequin next to him held her Mona Lisa smile, but only until he looked over and cutely smirked. “Oh. You’re right. I am like that,” Five chuckled, clearly stewed.

In the bathroom two minutes earlier, the Pervert Five’s head fell back with a bang against the wall the moment his girlfriend’s lips began to circle around the dripping tip of his waiting erection.

A few feet away, flipping around his vampire, Bus-Boy Five was about to do some sucking of a totally different kind as he lined himself up to the smooth white ass waiting for him to destroy it. Fisting the length of the vamp’s hair as the tip of his cock prodded the coolness of her slippery folds, his words came out ominously dark. “You’re all I’ll ever want. This time I want forever.” 

“Then take it,” his vampire moaned as Five’s lips began to move along the exposed side of her milky throat. Looking like a man whose soul needed saving, using a hand to guide the thickened head of his cock where he needed it, penetrating all her senses at once, his blunted teeth slowly began to sink in.

A guttural moan reverberated from Five’s chest as his mouth filled with the salvation of her bittersweet taste.

Mouth agape, her fingers clenching the edge of the countertop as Five’s tongue moved over her broken skin, the vampire’s body, shaking with lust, jerked back, forcing him to bottom out.

“So-so fucking tight,” he deliriously groaned, just before thrusting his dick inside her again with much more supernatural vigor. 

Looking up as he fucked, his chocolate locks hanging in his eyes and his lip still bleeding from one of her love bites, Five grinned at his reflection in the mirror, the wicked gleam in his eyes matching the sinful glow in hers lovinginly looking back at him.

Not to be out done by the debauchery happening next to them, the other Five helplessly gasped a string of profanities as he clenched his hand on the back of his girlfriend’s head so he could better slam his dick down her throat.  

Interrupting the gagging and sniffling, whines and animalistic grunts and growls streaming out of the bathroom, pointing at the violent blow job in progress, Janitor Five barked out, “Disqualified! You’re supposed to be getting her off, not the other way around, you selfish dumbass!”

Coming fully undone, unloading in her mouth with his hips twitching even more spastically with each new wave of ecstasy, dumbass Five hissed and moaned, “Fuuu-aaaahh- This feels so ff- Mmfff- I don’t fff-ucking care.”

As Waiter Five’s girlfriend was coming down from her finger-fuck climax in the kitchen, he was already preparing for the next round. Stroking his leaking cock, he positioned his swollen tip at her soaking wet opening. As he slammed into her, her head fell back, knocking against the metal pots and pans that were hanging behind them. Each clatter of metal was accompanied by a loud moan as Waiter Five used all of his strength to give his girl the fuck of her life.

Alerted by all the noise, Janitor Five poked his head through the kitchen’s service window. “Hey, you better not drip any jizz on that floor, I just mopped it.”

Not slowing down for even a second while he continued to rail his girl as hard as possible, Waiter Five glanced over his shoulder at the dickhead in the doorway. “Says the guy that cums in the coleslaw.”

Smiling and mouthing ‘True’ to the girl being nailed where their food was prepared, Janitor Five witnessed a second Waiter-delivered orgasm. It was followed a few seconds later by a loud groan and some cursing as his counterpart came hard inside of her, the clanging of the pots and pans slowly quieting as his body stilled.

Back in the closet, Brisket Five’s wife clung to the rattling supply shelves as his hips slapped against her ass and his dick slammed inside her from behind. Sweating and out of breath, expertly maneuvering his fingers on her clit, she started coming hard.

“Fuck, Fiiive!!” she screamed as she bucked her ass backward and rolls of toilet paper rained down on them.

“That’s two,” he panted heavily as she tried to regain her composure enough to stand on her wobbly legs. “One more, darling?”

Grinning widely, pulling her flush with his chest, his cock still-hard, his wife nodded and smiled knowingly; just another confirmation that the two were meant for each other.

As he went in for a kiss, a hand tangled in her hair, she stumbled forward, causing Five to stagger backward into the door. The two came flying out of the supply closet with a giant crash as they fell into a mostly-naked heap onto the floor. 

There was a very brief pause as everyone else in the deli looked in their direction, but they were quickly ignored as the other Fives got back down to business.

“One minute left, boys…let’s wrap it up!” yelled Cards Five.

Determined not to lose, Brisket Five pushed his wife onto her back and crawled on top, not giving a shit that they were laid out for the entire deli to see. Thrusting his cock back into her still-wet cunt, Five let out a long groan. Going at it hard as he held himself up on his forearms, he rammed into her at just the right angle. From there, his wife’s third orgasm came quickly, allowing him to fill her up with an impressive stream of cum. 

Standing near the kitchen service window, Janitor Five slammed his palm down onto the order-up bell to signal the latest win. “Another one for Brisket!” he yelled. “That’s three!”

As Brisket Five and his wife laid on their backs, chests heaving, he grabbed a nearby discarded suit coat and threw it over her bottom half. With satisfied smiles, they lazily high-fived one another on a job well done.

Realizing he needed to do something fast, Greeter Five worked his hips overtime as his wife’s legs draped around the narrow of his waistcoat. 

“Come on, come on, come on!” Janitor Five chanted along with him as he dangled over the booth, watching their Greeter going at it, his dick working like a piston engine.

In a frenzy, beating his meat hard, Crossword Five let out a broken moan. 

Only taking his eyes off his prize long enough to see that Cards Five was counting down the final seconds on his fingers, Greeter Five frantically gasped, “Touch him, NOW!” 

As the telepath’s hand fell into Crossword Five’s free hand, his face pinched in ecstasy and spatters of cum flung from his rapidly pumping fist, landing all over the tabletop.

To the backdrop of Janitor Five loudly singing, ‘Rising up to the challenge of our rivals,’ Greeter Five’s wife’s eyes began to roll back in her head and her body began to tighten and turn to mush all over again.

Looking like a madman, Greeter Five kept at it, thrusting his throbbing cock in and out of her trembling hole as he filled her with load after load of pent up seed.  

“Yes! We got this in the bag!” Janitor Five exclaimed, obnoxiously clapping his hands together over the awe inspiring spectacle of the three exhibitionists simultaneously climaxing.

Turning back and forth between the two Fives who appeared to be at a tie, Cards Five held up his watch for his betting buddies to see. “It’s…TIME!” he shouted. 

Either not hearing that it was over, or simply not caring, Bus-Boy Five and his vampire girlfriend burst out of the bathroom with him carrying her like she was his front backpack. Unnaturally floating past everyone, he kept at it, impaling her, his phantomlike showmanship making it abundantly clear he wasn’t going to stop and he didn’t give a damn who won the fuck competition.

Just then, the bell on the door chimed as Old Five walked in wearing his dapper gray suit and hat. “Jesus Christ! What the hell is going on in here!” he gasped in horror as the undead couple disappeared through the doorway behind him.

Kissing his wife languidly as his softening dick wetly slipped out of her, Greeter Five began to laugh. “Busted, beautiful. I saw that,” he said, taunting her as she dizzily eyed-up the older gentleman. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, still treasuring her with gentle brushes of his lips against her flushed cheeks.

“What?” she said as she grinned and pulled his pants around him, re-fastening his belt. “You give an amazing mustache ride. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to feel the tickle of your sexy old man whiskers for old time’s sake.”

The line between Greeter Five’s brows deepened with distaste as Old Five looked his half naked wife up and down, his mostly whitened brows going all the way to his hairline because he was so floored by what she just said.

Chuckling at Greeter Five’s sour expression, Janitor Five started to clear some of the scattered dishes on their table since their bus-boy was currently preoccupied doing vampire things. “Are you going to spank her for saying that, or do you want me to since you look a little spent?” he conversationally offered.

“No thank you. I’ll take care of it later,” Greeter Five politely chuckled as his wife pinched his butt.

As the rest of the Fives and their girls were still lounging around in various states of droopy eyed post coital bliss, twirling his wife’s panties on his index finger, Greeter Five smiled smugly. “As I said before all of this, I am, and always was, the winner here.”

Not having that, Brisket Five, helping his wife up off the floor, chimed in, “No. It’s a tie. Everyone heard my girl screaming for me at least three times. Twice in the closet and the last just now.”

Tensions rising again, arguing about how to divide the money, the betting Five’s started in on each other.

“Well, this has been interesting,” Old Five grumbled from where he was sitting in one of the back booths, his hat resting next to him as he sipped his coffee. “I can’t believe what a moron I used to be.” 

Before picking up his book, the old man’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he gave Greeter Five’s wife a flirty wink. Getting one back, he reached over, dropping a quarter in the jukebox.

Missing the enamored look on his wife’s face this time since his focus was on his nemesis, Greeter Five said, “Whatever. See you later, loser.”

Brisket Five’s smarmy grin deepened. “You only hit three because you are a cheater, shit head.”

About to say something else ridiculous to the other him, a finger pressed against Greeter Five’s lips, shushing him. Her mind willing him to shut his trap, the seemingly harmless blonde began softly singing along with the jukebox and his eyes instantly glossed over.

 Let ‘em say we're crazy, I don’t care about that…Put your hand in my hand baby, don’t ever look back…

“What a pussy,” Brisket Five laughed at the other him’s inability to see that he’d been silenced. 

Sighing, his wife’s head moved back and forth in reprimand.

“What?” he questioned, as if he didn't already know.

Grinning like an idiot as the song that had so much meaning to him played, Greeter Five, having forgotten what he was going on about, allowed his clever wife to tow him towards the door like a puppy on a leash. Following their lead, the Five who still owed his girlfriend for her world-class BJ, and a much more sober Five and his angel, happily made their way out with Waiter Five and his coffee girl not far behind. Brisket and his wife brought up the rear, his arm draped over her shoulder.

As all of the couples made their way out of the deli, every one of the Fives was looking forward to finally getting back to the places where they had first learned what it meant to be truly loved. 

Seeing that their only reliable cook was now leaving them, Janitor Five threw his hands in the air as he yelled out, “Hey, Brisket, what the fuck are we supposed to eat now?”

Turning around and seeing his signature apron lying on the floor, Brisket Five scooped it up. With a crooked grin, he flipped his hair out of his eyes and tossed it at the deli’s biggest asshole. “Why not try eating a dick?”

After the doors of the train closed, and the more fortunate Fives were on their way, Janitor looked over at Cards Five and shrugged as if considering that.

Turning to go back inside as he laughed, then began belting out, “AND…WE can build this dream TOGETHER, standing strong forever, NOTHINGS GONNA STOP US NOW! AND if this-”

As they heard the sound of another train coming into the station, he stopped. 

With that unexpected surprise, not long later, all of the remaining Fives finally found their happiness, too.

Thank you all for reading this, and for all your support through our many, many crazy Five stories. ❤️

To read Kitty's origin stories for Brisket Five, Waiter Five, and Drunk Five either visit this master list or hit the A03 links below.

(Brisket) Halo Series

(Waiter Five) 'Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

(Drunk Five) It's a Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

To read Breezy's origin stories for Greeter Five, Vampy Five, and Pervert Five either hit my master list or the A03 links below:

(Greeter Five) Paramore (The Umbrella Academy) 3-part series

(Vampy Five) 'The Devil Within'

(Pervert Five) 'Bad Things'

[perfectlyoongi]

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who taught you how to play the guitar when you were still teenagers. it took a lot of words from you to convince Yoongi to teach you a mere chord; it took even more words from you to convince Yoongi to teach you a song; but it didn’t take any words from you to make Yoongi’s soul dance every time you played. lost in his thoughts, Yoongi didn’t pay attention to the songs you played; too focused on that comfort that soothed his soul, Yoongi didn’t seem to notice your presence at all. but it was you. the way you looked beautiful holding the guitar. the way you smiled when you made a harder transition. the way your eyes sparkled with pure pride at having managed to complete a song. Yoongi didn’t notice your presence, Yoongi felt your presence. “you can be really annoying when you want, but i think it’s just your way of confessing your love for me. isn’t it? come on, admit it.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who picks you up at home every day before work. even though he didn’t live close to you, Yoongi made an effort to wake up half an hour earlier just to greet you in the morning with a sweet smile. for Yoongi, a good day started with you. still driven by sleep, tired from work, you always greeted Yoongi with a small smile and a wink. and Yoongi’s heart beat a little faster at your greeting. with a slow and shuffling step, you and Yoongi walked to your work together, often watching the sunrise in tones of complicity and passion, every day planning the morning of the next day. “good morning. today is colder than normal, do you want my scarf? i don’t mind lending it to you. i just don’t want you to get sick because then i’ll have to take care of you and i don’t feel like it. just that.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who thinks about your friendship when he takes the subway with you. coming home from work was an exhausting task; after a long day of meetings, socializing, and tension, you just wanted to rest as quickly as possible. so, every day, Yoongi would pick you up from work and take you to the subway, where he would walk you home. it was a routine of yours that came from your teenage years, it was often the only time when you and Yoongi allowed yourselves to feel and let all the defences put up by both of you collapse — all that mattered was that at that moment, you and Yoongi were together. from teenagers to now. how was Yoongi not supposed to feel something for you? “i think i look at you more than i should. i think when i laugh with you my laughter sounds like love. and i’m afraid because that’s true.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who fell in love with you on a late spring afternoon when cherry blossoms adorned your hair. it was customary for you and Yoongi to have a small picnic with the arrival of spring — a good luck ritual you invented when exams were more complicated, a ritual that, so far, had proven useful. but, if this picnic was already your tradition, why was it that late afternoon that you, painted by the sun, sculpted by the breeze, decorated with the cherry tree, gave a little kiss to Yoongi’s soul? would it have been your laugh when a shower of petals drenched you in pure innocence? would it have been your gaze so bright and deep that Yoongi got lost every time he looked at you? or would it have simply been you harvesting the plant that you had planted inside Yoongi a long time ago? “you are so beautiful when the universe praises your essence, it is impossible for me not to fall into your charms. you have power over me, a magic that just comforts my heart every time i’m with you.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who stops the feeling inside him from expanding throughout his soul. although Yoongi’s heart had been completely surrendered to you for years, Yoongi thought that it was in the soul that true feelings were lodged; and as such, he could not feel. not when you were his best friend. not when you two have been through so much together. not when you… you. how was Yoongi able to block his feelings? his soul was an empty mold, yearning for a filling that would set fire to Yoongi’s essence and make him realize that life isn’t that bad. his soul was a small candle, made with the most lasting loneliness, plunged in the most continuous yearning. Yoongi just needed to let go, let his soul explore your entire essence. but that would never happen, it couldn’t happen — Yoongi couldn’t lose you. “i’m trying to realize what rivers flow in me and, until then, i just know that i can’t let myself drown in these feelings. not when you’re riding my waves of uncertainty.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who starts to see little hearts during his days. it felt like the universe was mocking Yoongi, showing him so many times what Yoongi didn’t like to give. everywhere he looked, little hearts appeared like drops of water, drenching Yoongi in a love he didn’t want to give. it was in the flowers, in their beautiful pattern. it was in the clouds, in their enviable cuteness. it was in the papers torn and thrown on the floor, in their forgotten words. everywhere, Yoongi saw heart, and everywhere, Yoongi thought of you. “my stubbornness doesn't let me accept my feelings, but when the universe is constantly reminding me of you, it becomes kind of impossible for me to forget the feelings i have for you.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who confessed on a cold winter morning when the sun was beginning to break through the sky. Yoongi said the pink on his cheeks was because of the cold wind that morning. Yoongi said his nervousness was because of a meeting he had later. Yoongi said his lack of words was because of a sore throat. but Yoongi also told you that he liked you. when the shy yellow of the sun began to emerge through the thick clouds, starting to gently paint the entire sky, the entire world, Yoongi sighed, cooled his cheeks with his cold hands, took two deep breaths and just told you “i like you. in a way i’m not supposed to feel. in a way that i’m afraid to admit, but that i really need to get this weight off of me. no. it’s not a burden. it’s a feeling. it’s so light that it just warms my soul. yes. i like you, in a way that warms me inside.”

[sushis-wild-imagination]

SVT How they calm you down when you’re crying (All members)

Seventeen Masterlist (more preferences/short fics) Im open to requests! Genre: Fluff fluff, tooth rotting fluff

→Choi Seungcheol

You had been feeling out of sorts for a month now, the doctors could tell you nothing of substance that could change the way you’re feeling other than the fact that it’ll pass, you’ve just got to pull through it.

But the thoughts in your head soon bottled up to anxiety and you couldn’t sit with it anymore. You freaked yourself out too much. You had an full body check up tomorrow, just for a check up to rule out something bigger. The possibility of them finding something fatal worried you to a point where tears streamed down your face without you realising.

You ended up going into the living room where your boyfriend was. Without showing your face or letting him find out you were crying, you climb into his lap. All attempts of sneaking went to vain, he immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

That’s all it took for you to shake and sob out of fear. He looked ready to fight someone. If only he could fight an MRI machine. You somehow tell him you were terrified of this scanning.

He did exactly what you wanted and held you close like a baby, occasionally kissing your head with reassuring words.

→Yoon Jeonghan

You walked home very dejected and sad about your day at work today. You had this wall breaking idea for a campaign, that a senior pretty much stole credit for and you instead got accused of not contributing your ideas to the team.

It was frustrating because you couldn’t call out this senior nor could you defend yourself. Just a shitty shitty day.

You felt like you were holding yourself together until you could get home to let go. All day you were just waiting.

You finally got home and Yoon Jeonghan, your fiance, opens the door. You slowly walk towards him looking tired and frustrated, a hug is all you needed to let go.

“Whats wrong?” He asked softly rubbing the back of your head.

You tell him all that happened, vent out every frustration in tears.

“Do you want to plot a revenge plan? That ought to make you feel better” he says looking the most mischievous looking gremlin he has. It makes you chuckle. He really can fix anything.

→Hong Joshua

‘I regret to inform you that, after careful and thorough consideration’

You slam the laptop close. Why were you so sad, this university is not even your first preference. It’s alright that you didn’t get in, you didn’t even want to go.

But if you don’t even get into your 4th preference school, how do you expect the better schools to accept you? This thought rallied you head for at least 10 minutes, while thoughts of your future education brought tears to your eyes.

You sit blank infront of your desk, feeling horrible looking at this email.

“Hey, I’m making some coffee, do you want-” Joshuas voice fades out when he sees you.

“Is everything alright?”

You shake your head, while he comes over to give you a hug. You hug his torso from your desk chair. You tell him whats wrong and also ask him for some space, he gladly gives you space when he knows you’re not crying anymore.

You sit alone with your thoughts for sometime, the tears had now dried up.

He had come back with some of your favourite flowers and your favourite subway order. He knew your comfort food and you couldn’t be more grateful to Joshua that day.

→Moon JunHui

There was a lingering empty feeling in your apartment and your heart.

You had rescued a kitten a month ago from a dumpster, all injured. You and your boyfriend Jun, decided to take care of it until its better and raise it together. You named her Layla.

Layla was the cutest cat, it pained you that she was abandoned. Many people thinks its okay to adopt an animal and just abandon it whenever it doesn’t suit them, its cruel.

Today you gave Layla up to a shelter to get adopted hopefully by a better family.

The separation only hit you once you got back home. There was no meowing in the background, there were no sounds of little footsteps in the apartment, it was all too quiet.

Before you know it you were crying and jun was right by your side, wiping your tears with the sleeves of his tee shirt.

“Do you want to adopt Layla instead?” He suggests. “We could do it together, we’ll figure something out”

You couldn’t be happier, you hugged Jun through your tears.

→Kwon Hoshi

He was leaving, for the 100th time. Goodbyes are always so tough with him. He was packing his suitcase to go back to his country, again. And who knows when we’ll see each other again.

Long distance was going to be the death of you.

“Do you have to go?” You ask again, as if the answer is miraculously going to change.

When he zips up his suitcase and props it up, seeing that is all it took for you to start crying about your goodbye in advance. All he could do was hug you, hold you, kiss you saying that you’ll see each other soon.

He sees some snot from all the crying you’ve been doing and immediately offers his hoodies sleeve to wipe it on, that makes you laugh as you scatter for a tissue. He’s adorable.

He lets you keep this tiger plushie he had got from his country as keepsake. Saying ‘we will see each other again’

You can not sleep without that tiger plushie anymore.

→Jeon Wonwoo

You had an image of adulthood and living alone. A lot of friends around you, partying almost everyday, doing something new all the time, hikes, midnight drives, late night snack runs without having to answer to anyone. This is what you thought living alone meant.

But boy were you so wrong. It’s lonely. You’ve always been a floater with friends and never really had one set of friends you could completely rely on. This picture perfect adulthood you dreamt of, needed good relationships. Relationships you found so hard to make.

Your boyfriend, also your only friend in the city, came over.

You ended up talking to him about how you felt, and subconsciously he suggested a walk. He held your hand through the walk until you felt better. You were grateful.

→Lee Jihoon

You needed to quit that job, everything about it was so toxic, the boss was a narcissist that made horrible jokes. You had mentioned you enjoyed F1 and he decided to quiz you infront of your colleagues on your knowledge of it because what girl can like a sport in the true sense. It was solely to put you down in front of people. everyone laughs along like it was a given that you couldn’t possibly know the sport.

You refused to answer and give in, but you were scared it came off as you not knowing the answer to the question.

You came back home feeling absolutely humiliated in front of your colleagues and it made you feel low to a point where tears had made an entrance.

Your boyfriend, calls you once you get home to check on your day, finds a crying girlfriend on facetime. He offers to cone to you but you decline. He didn’t have to come all the way. He just ended up comforting you with words. No wonder he writes songs. He has a way with sentences and metaphors.

You felt better after talking to him, almost instantly.

→Seo Myungho

You’ve been feeling worried and anxious all day, despite the fact that you’re spending an entire day with the love of your life, Minghao, something ate away at you. You heard news from mom that one of her cousins had passed. He was her age, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve felt like for her.

You’ve had friends die and natural death at this young of an age had you rattled, you couldn’t help but feel for her.

After half a day of observing you, minghao finally asked you. “Is there something on your mind?”

You explain to him every passing thought you had, even ones that only stayed for a fraction of a second.

Hao held both your hands in his, and reassured you that you’re parents are going to be okay and with you for a long time. He validates your feelings, that’s the most important thing, he never denies that the fear is rational. You loved him for that. He cups your cheek and brushed off the rogue tear that escaped your eye.

He ends up buying the both of you ice cream so you feel better.

→Kim Mingyu

“You’re crying?”

isn’t it sad? You were watching this movie ‘walk to remember’ its about a religious girl who has cancer and a boy falls in love with her as her condition worsens. She eventually dies but they manage to marry before that happens.

You couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like to be in love with someone knowing its going to shatter your heart into million pieces when it’s their time to leave. And loving someone despite that takes so much courage.

You explain all this to mingyu and he agrees while he passes you a box of tissues he had handy. He tucks your hair behind your ears taking a good look at your crying face.

“How does someone cry so much but you’re still adorable, its unfair” he changes subject and makes you chuckle.

→Lee Dokyeom

Watching a try not to cry video with Dokyeom should not have been a plan at all, but here you were, watching dying dogs have their last day at beach, soliders reuniting with family and little kids being the sweetest.

You were both crying a little, safe to say you both lost. You giggle when you make eye contact with each other. He pulls at his tee shirt to wipe your tears that makes you giggle more.

Everytime you cried, dokyeom made sure you laughed. He’d crack the lamest of jokes or pull a funny face, he was adorable.

→Boo Seungkwan

Seungkwan was in the kitchen making dinner when you found a hand written letter on your vanity. You and Seungkwan were on two different schedules at this point, you barely got to see your boyfriend. It was devastating, but each day you pull through, because you love each other.

The letter said all the sweetest things, reassuring you that the both of you were going strong and you’d find a way to be with each other against all tides. It was a promise he made on paper.

Little did you know, you had dropped some tears on the letter. You held up the letter walking into the kitchen, “I love you for this” you croak out between tears and a tight feeling in your throat.

He comes over to hug you, he rubs your back as he tells you he wouldn’t have done it if he knew it would’ve made you cry. It was tears of happiness.

He pecks your lips and wipes your tears with the back of his palm. “Lets eat something” he says and distracts you with food.

→Choi Vernon

You were checking your grades on your phone next to Vernon who was turning the tv on.

Your head was in his chest while you logged into your student account. You were delighted to see all A’s but one C. It didn’t make sense, you had studied so hard for it. How was the grade so low? Is it wrong? Did you misunderstand questions, it was one of your weaker subjects and you had studied so hard. It was a difficult subject.

Without you realising there were some tears in your eyes. You had given it your best, was your best not good enough? Were you not smart enough for the subject matter? All sorts of self doubt and questions come to mind as you stare at your phone.

He pats your head and says you can do better next time. He’s right, there’s always a next time. What’s an accomplishment if there’s no struggle.

→Lee Chan

You met Chan's friends for the first time tonight and you were nervous. You had decided to stick by Chan's side the whole time and try to be the most extroverted you can possibly be. Being an introvert this was a huge task for you to overcome. You just wanted his friends to like you.

You've always been an outcast in school and there was a deep seated insecurity in you about making new friends or being likeable enough.

His friends were the sweetest people and made you feel included in every conversation and even explained all the inside jokes to you. You were grateful. To your surprise you didn't have to stick to his side the whole night. You sighed of relief because you didn't want to burden Chan like that.

It was a fun party and you almost cried a little by the night ended and you were alone with Chan. It was as if you found your people and your inner child was healed.

"Did you like them?"

You nodded at Chan with your eyes a little wattery, you felt stupid crying about something so trivial. But he understood what it was really about.

———

Im open to requests!

[ratwithhands]

Character relations/opinions!

Alright before I post any more Battle Addict stuff I should probably explain what a League Council is. Here's a summarized diagram:

A Pokemon League is a region's network of specialized skilled trainers. It is run by the League Council, which includes finance, HR, marketing, PR, and other managing departments which are divided into different branches depending on who they work with.

This is all to say that everything gets messy very quickly when news of the diagnosis spreads through the network. Originally the diagnosis was supposed to be private information for only the Battle and League departments, however certain higher ups felt it was a safety risk and notified gym leaders as well in the event of future collaborations.

The network is mostly divided into people who are positive/neutral about the news, and people who feel negatively about the twins as a result. Coworkers who were already familiar/close with the two tend to be positive, or at least supportive, whereas those who didn't know them got another reason to avoid them. Some people think they should go on leave for "recovery", but some are more forward and want them terminated.

If you're wondering where Cynthia falls in this, she's a foreign top league worker (Sinnoh Champion) who is hosted in Unova. Basically she has dept. employees assigned to help her connect to people around the region and get different services if requested. She's basically watching everything unfold from the sidelines, with every interview about her opinion boiling down to "lol if you're scared of people stronger than you then get good". She does also bring up historic accounts of CM/HCCM though, mostly to clarify that CM is not a new or scary thing. She's not for or against the twins, rather just hoping to use this as an opportunity to teach others.

I didn't end up drawing her because I got tired but Elesa got the news too!! She actually got it before everyone else since the twins decided to go tell her beforehand. The general scene basically had Ingo and Emmet deliberating in the car, Ingo telling Emmet it's not too late to turn around and go home while Emmet was hesitant but adamant that they needed to tell her first. She probably took it the worst out of everyone but that's mostly just cause it caught her off guard that her friends would just randomly drop in to deliver the news. She's still rooting for them though, mostly trying to support the Subway with more collaborative events to make the twins look better after the hit from the media. She also tries to rework Emmet's restraints where possible, usually trying to make them look more cohesive with the rest of an outfit or trying to make them less visible (cause as much as Emmet says it's not a big deal it's still the first thing he looks at in his reflection).

Here's them in alt clothes :7

Man is cuffed under there (T_T)

Can't really think of too much to say so hope you guys like the art and see you later!

[parkerpeter24]

Hi sweetie! if you're taking requests I would like to request an imagine. The subway scene in TASM where Peter's hand gets stuck with a girl's shirt and it rips off 😂, similarly with MCU! Peter in his room the same thing happens with the reader? It's up to you if they are dating or bff. It's totally okay if you don't feel like writing it. Have a great day ☺️

love the idea! the ending’s bad, bye 😭

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

masterlist

peter was not at his own house– which he often wasn’t. so you didn’t care. may was trying to make shepherd’s pie for dinner and you could hear the simmering of oil and the chopping board being used.

peter’s bed was nice and warm. plus it smelled like him. you scrolled through your phone to pass the time until he was finally home.

suddenly you heard clattering from the kitchen, making you jump into action as you rushed to see what had happened.

“is everything okay?” you asked peter’s aunt.

she sighed, picking up a few utensils that had fallen down, “just a mishap, sweetie.”

“um, can i help?” you didn’t wait for a reply as you helped her pick up the scattered pots, placing them back in the small cupboard under the stove.

“can you get me the frozen peas from the refrigerator?” she asked kindly as she continued to stirr whatever was in the pan, “i think it needs a few more veggies.”

you followed her orders and soon enough you ended up with something that didn’t feel like tasting, “um... are we sure that-”

“we’ve followed the right recipe, it’s going to be alright.” she gave you a smile, “why don’t you go see if peter’s back, and we can have dinner.”

you nodded and quickly made your way to his room, with the purpose to warn him or what was about to come. the first thing you noticed when you entered his room was peter falling to the ground, just in his boxers.

you gasped, rushing over to your boyfriend and kneeling down, “peter, what happened? are you alright?”

he groaned and shuffled to sit up on the floor, “it was a hard day... at the stark internship.” he leaned his head against your neck.

“why are you um... not wearing anything?” you voiced your concern, feeling bad for the poor boy. he looked so tired.

neither you or may were a big fan of tony stark anymore. he had your favorite boy tired all the time.

“was trying to change.” he sighed, sitting back against the bed.

“you know what me and may ruined today? shepherd’s pie.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he took a moment to gather himself, then got up. you got up with him, letting him place an arm around your shoulders as you walked him to his closet.

the second he tried to pull back his hand, you felt your t-shirt go slide down your shoulder. your eyes widened slightly, trying to pull the sleeve back up but it was as if peter’s hand was stuck to it.

he tugged again gently, seemingly panicking the same as you, “i’m sorry i...” you felt yourself being pulled towards him everytime he tried to take his hand off, “i’m so sorry.”

you just watched him trying to pull his hand back but nothing was happening. he groaned slightly and pulled back his hand harshly, sending a ripping sound resonating throughout the room.

you gasped, trying to cover yourself up as you were left in just your bra, the torn material of your t-shirt just stuck to his hand, “oh my god!” your arms crossed over your chest, hugging yourself as peter turned red.

he put his hand– which was stuck to your t-shirt– to his eyes, feeling his whole face warm up, “i’m sorry- i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to!” his voice was an octave higher as he continued to apologise.

“dinner’s getting-” you turned around to look at may and quickly rushed to hide behind peter as a yelp left your mouth.

peter looked at his aunt, only turning a brighter shade of pink as he understood what it must look like to a third person. he was standing in just his boxers and you– with your t-shirt stuck to his hands, “may, it’s not what it looks like-”

“you guys use protection.” she waved her finger at you two before closing the door after herself.

a smack landed peter’s head and he looked around, “ow!”

“don’t look at me!”

peter blushed even more as he turned away, letting you dig into his closet. you put on one of his t-shirts before facing him, “you’re shameless, aren’t you?”

“what did i do!?” he whined, “you can look at me in my boxers, but i can’t see your bra?”

you felt your face warm up, giving him a stern look, “i didn’t choose to strip out of my clothes here.”

“right.” peter sighed, “i’m sorry this happened, i’m just stressed...”

“peter.” you held his face gently, “there are ways other than sex to deal with stress.”

his eyebrows pulled together, “what? this has nothing to do with sex!”

you titled your head the slightest, “you don’t wanna have sex with me?”

“no!” his eyes widened when he watched your face drop, “i mean yes! i-i do. obviously, i do. when the time is right...”

“then why did you rip my t-shirt?” you looked confused and peter didn’t know where to run to.

“it happened, accidentally.” he sighed, trying to wave his hand around to let the piece of fabric go. it finally fell to the floor, “can we just stop talking about this now?”

“okay... put on some clothes and let’s go eat that shepherd’s die- i mean pie.”

[essentiallyleaf]

day 02. pegging. with. chuu.

2013 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, futa!idol x male reader, roommates with benefits, sub reader, softie dom chuu, making out, blowjobs (reader receiving and giving), masturbation, mutual masturbation, pegging, pet names, the writing kinda just gets worse as it progresses, it wasn’t supposed to be this long.

notes.

chuu has a dick. if you’re into that, great, if you’re not, i’m sorry, hopefully you’ll like some of the next ones(?). i guess that’s kind of the point of kinktober? anyway, love your parents. intensely, leaf.

She always had those unexpected reactions, her tone or expression often clashing with her words (you saw her smile the widest at “Fuck that bitch and her fancy new whatever, can I suck you off?”), but when she said you looked tense and she’d help you loosen up, you didn’t expect that.

Jiwoo was just your roommate, not exactly the “just your roommate” that asks to copy your homework and not to make noise after 10, more like the “just your roommate” that you have unprompted makeout sessions with during movie night, or right before going to class, or anytime she felt like it, really. It wasn’t uncommon that while making out she would casually offer you a blowjob, what was uncommon is that you’d decline.

One time you were feeling up her boobs and asked to repay the favor, and she asked you if you were sure, said that she’d understand if you never wanted to kiss her, or even talk to her again, then lowered her pants and underwear and showed you her 6.5-inch monster. You simply pecked her and got on your knees. It was your first time, but you did “great, baby boy”.

Since then the two of you started masturbating in front of each other, Jiwoo even using her black dildo on special occasions (you never knew whether to look at her veiny cock or her pretty puppy face, simultaneously focused and completely lost in pleasure) and jerking each other off slowly while kissing. Some of her cum accidentally hit your closed eyelid once, she said she was so sorry, you just picked it up with your finger and licked it off, satisfied. She smiled and cleaned your dick with her tongue.

One day Jiwoo came home looking distracted. She was worried about her driving test (“I’ll get my license when I need one”; she ended up needing one to get from afternoon classes to evening shifts at the coffee shop she worked at, the subway couldn’t get her there in time) and about finals getting closer, she said; you knew there was something else. You made her hot pot that night, then you watched Ratatouille together. She loves Ratatouille. You asked if she was tired, if there was something else she wanted to do. Twenty minutes later you were laying on the couch on top of her, naked.

“I’m putting it in, okay?”

She came three times that night. Before you both fell asleep while spooning on the couch, nothing but a blanket covering your bodies (it was well into May, so it wasn’t that cold), you whispered in her ear:

“I think you’ll do great on your date”

She turned her head. “H- How did you know?”

“I didn’t”

She opened her mouth like she was trying to say something, then probably realized there was no need to. You hugged her tighter.

The date went pretty well. It was a girl she met at the coffee shop, she was a pre-med student who drank lots of coffee and read a little too much Nietzsche for someone her age. Jiwoo said she was just “interested in the human mind”, which is certainly one way of looking at it. Things ended up not working out, but Jiwoo took it surprisingly well. As for you, you’re all for your roommate making her own choices and more than happy to just support her, but you can’t say you were particularly sad about it.

Maybe it’s for the same reason that tonight, you let her have it. You let her play with you, follow her lead, and then, who knows.

What matters is that right now, Jiwoo just jumps onto the couch and starts simply kissing your neck, ridding you of your shirt to access your collarbones, lightly squeezing your cock through your pants in the meantime. You feel up her boobs through her beige t-shirt before she quickly takes it off with your help along with your jeans and her gray waist-high pants, taking no more than twenty seconds. You’re used to her being a little impatient from time to time. She keeps making out with you as she gropes your butt with both hands, humping you increasingly stronger as both of you become erect.

She only stops to get rid of the remaining underwear on both of your bodies, smiling like she has something in mind.Then she extends her index finger in front of your face.

“Wait one second”

You’re not surprised when she comes back from her room with a bottle of lube in her hand. You are surprised when, in the same tone she reminds you to water the plants, gently, but delivering the feeling that it’s something she cares about, ‘cause “without them, it wouldn’t feel like home!”, she tells you:

“Get on all fours”

“Noona?” She’s two years older than you.

“I know it’s scary, okay? I was scared too, but I promise, I promise it’ll feel good. And if it hurts even a little, we stop immediately, I kiss you boo-boo and we watch The Incredibles while eating ice cream” You love The Incredibles, and you love ice cream, but the thought of Jiwoo’s girth splitting your anus open was still pretty fucking scary.

“How about if we skip the kissy boo-boo part?”

It wasn’t what she said, it was her big sister smile, the smile of someone who cares, the smile of someone who, if need be, would protect you from your greatest stan, turned evil after you rejected him, who now wants to pretend-destroy your city and then pretend-save it to look like a hero, or from, a washed restaurant owner, that wants to kill your rat friend, who indirectly cooks rejuvenating dishes, secretly controlling your movements by pulling your hair, I guess?

Anyway, you get on all fours and she softly pats your butt and lower back before squirting some lube on her hands and spreading it thoroughly on her shaft. Then she puts her index and middle fingers on your asshole and starts gently massaging around it.

“Hey, it might be a little cold, okay?”

It is a little cold. But the first phalanx of the first finger feels unexpectedly okay. She slowly goes in deeper and deeper, observing your facial expressions, because seeing you three quarters from the back is enough for her, and listening for any signs of discomfort. She only hears soft mewls, so she places the second finger on your rim and waits. You gradually get used to the feeling and relax more and more, until Jiwoo can push the second digit in, this time even slower than the first. You struggle a little more with this one.

“Shhh, you’re doing so good for me, baby boy” she whispers while kissing your nape. Her reassuring words help you relax a little more, until she can get most of her slender finger in.

“I’m gonna start moving. You just tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Then she begins rotating her fingers inside you, covering your insides with lube. Now that you’ve adjusted to the temperature, it feels surprisingly quite nice. As soon as she deems you appropriately lubed up, she slowly takes her fingers out as you groan. When she’s done, you feel strangely hollow.

“Good boy, my good boy, you did so well” she showers you with compliments while repeatedly kissing you on the cheek. You half-smile back.

“Wanna stop?” You just shake your head.

She takes position behind you on the couch and aligns her rod with you, placing her tip on your asshole. She starts lightly pushing in as you moan out loud, her girth much wider than her fingers. You look back at her and nod to go in, and so she does. You growl as she gradually makes her way into your hole, one of her hands now on your shoulder, the other on your hip.

As you look over your shoulder, asking yourself when she’s finally going to bottom out, she smiles, almost surprised herself.

“A- I’m in”

You take a couple minutes to get adjusted, two minutes filled with “You did a great job, honey”’s and kisses on your shoulders, neck, and lips.

Then she slowly pulls back out, until only her tip is in you. You feel that strange hollowness again.

“Just go in, what are you waiting for?” You look behind, questioningly. 

“Haha~ I knew you would like this” (Touché.)

You can’t say the same, but when she begins thrusting back and forth at a glacial pace, making sure to hit every corner of your hole, any thought of suppressing your moans and “Yes, noona”’s to try to keep a semblance of pride has gone completely out of the window and you’re now in the palm of Jiwoo’s hand. So as she accelerates her rhythm, she simply goes:

“There, there” and moves her right hand to your still erect cock to jerk you off. The built up stimulation from her fingers, to her dick, to now her hand caressing your length makes you explode after only a couple strokes, and many long stripes of white messily paint the couch. Your orgasm lasts what feels like an eternity and you keep growling out loud for more than a few seconds as Jiwoo wraps her hands around you, trying her best to support your limp body.

“You okay?” You still need to take a few deep breaths before you’re able to answer.

“Fuck, that was intense” you’re talking into a pillow, no strength left to even turn to face her.

“You wanna feel something more intense?”

“What? I just came, I’m spent, I have nothing left in me!”

“I’ll do all the work, I won’t even touch your dick! Plus, I still haven’t cum…” She pouts slightly. Fuck, this girl knows you.

“‘Kay, what do I do?”

“Just lay with your back on the couch and your legs open. Get comfortable, I need you to relax~” she says almost melodically, caressing from the top of your head, to your temples, down to your cheeks.

When she sees your eyes close in relaxation, she aligns herself with your hole for a second time and pushes in, this time much more easily. She bottoms out in just a few seconds and in this position, it feels she’s reaching much deeper into you. She notices when you tightly grip a pillow in each hand and groan below her, still not able to express your pleasure through proper words, so she wrings them out of you.

“You like, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, noona. Please keep going”

“At your service, baby boy”

She immediately gets into a faster rhythm this time, knowing she won’t last long either. As she pistons in and out of your hole, you feel your guts being rearranged, spikes of pleasure reinvigorating you with energy. Energy that needs to flow out one way or another, and it does through your hands gripping Jiwoo’s asscheeks, guiding, no, throwing her pelvis into you and back out, and through your abs flexing to help your mouth reach up to the lips of the girl above you.

The two of you are now symmetrically slamming your respective hips into each other’s and moaning in each other’s mouths, only partially silencing the sounds of pure, raw sex leaving your apartment. And symmetrically the two of you reach your peaks.

You start spurting the last few drops of cum you have in your body just as she pulls out and jerks herself onto you, two sources of white nectar coming together on your abs, chest, even chin and neck as you and Jiwoo are still French kissing, and keep doing so for a good minute after coming down from your highs, her body now resting on yours.

You wrap one hand around her back and caress her hair with the other while kissing the side of her head.

“Haha~ I take it you liked it”

“Some parts of my body definitely loosened up”

The joke isn’t funny, but she chuckles anyway.

“Thank you, noona”

-

footnotes.

hope you liked it! i wasn’t super happy about some parts, but that’s okay(?). i’m kinda worried i’ll write the same characters over and over again, just changing the names. hopefully it’s just that two different idols in a row gave me the same vibes. we’ll see. may you have a blessed day, dear reader. mmwah. kindly, leaf.

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Day 4: rainy day

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“This rain will never end,” Spencer whispered, watching the drops of water hit the ground and hugging himself against the breeze.

The storm had caught you on your way to the subway after work and had only given you enough time to take shelter in an awning too far from anywhere else you could enter. He had assured you that it was just a drizzle, but now he wasn't so sure and he was afraid that you would arrive home too late because of the weather.

“We could order a taxi,” you suggested, but he shook his head.

"I run out of battery"

“How wonderful,” you said ironically. The credit on your phone to make calls had run out and the nearest pay phone was probably about three blocks away, so the idea was out of the question.

It had been so long and you had already gotten tired of being in the same position, that you suddenly got rid of your briefcase, placing it aside and began to untie your shoes under your suit.

"What are you doing?"

“I'm going for a walk,” you responded simply. You took off your blazer, placed it on top of the other things and then started walking towards the street.

“Y/N! What are you doing?"

“It's freezing!” you said with a shaky voice, your entire body already soaked from the rainwater and your arms crossed in an attempt to keep warm, but with a smile on your face.

"Love, come back. "You're going to get sick" he half shouted, because it was difficult to hear anything over the noise of the drops. After a few minutes, when your body finally got used to the temperature, you opened your arms and looked at the sky laughing out loud, feeling all the rain falling directly on your face.

“Come here, it's fun” you tried to encourage your boy, who looked at you with a worried expression from his position.

He started listing reasons not to, starting from health hazards to the risk of physically hurting yourself from a fall, but you just walked until you were facing him and asked him again to come with you.

“Why do you want me to get wet?”

“What else can we do now, huh?”

“But my things, and shoes…”

“Just take them off,” you said simply. With your hand you took his and tried to pull him, but he stopped you with the promise that he would come once you let him get rid of the things that shouldn't get wet.

You waited patiently for him to place the clothes next to yours and when his feet were bare he hesitated before taking a step forward.

“It's freezing!” he yelled, just like you had done a few minutes ago. You were elated at the fact that he had dared to do something like that and then you took his hand to pull him a little further towards the street.

The rest of the world didn't even dare to drive by, which left the entire track free for you to take a couple of laps with the noise of your boyfriend complaining in the background. Then you started jumping over the puddles of water and Spencer stumbled over to you so he could catch you in case you slipped.

“You look like a baby giraffe” you mocked, because if the man's walk was already clumsy when you added a smooth, wet floor that only increased. You maneuvered to grab his arm and he did the same, smiling when his gaze met yours “When was the last time you got wet in the rain?”

“I've never done this before.”

“Not even when you were a kid?” you asked, completely surprised, because the rainy season had always been your favorite because you knew you could play in your yard under the drops of water.

“I was a very sickly child and that's why mom preferred me to stay safe and warm inside.”

“Poor kid,” you lamented exaggeratedly, as you carefully reached out with a hand to brush his hair away from his face, something for which he thanked you with a silent gesture. The clothes had already stuck to your bodies and you thought that in some strange way that made him look attractive... or maybe it was just you lusting after your boyfriend at all times.

You noticed that he had been watching you for a few seconds and when you thought about saying something he spoke first.

“How cliché would it be if I kissed you right now?”

"It would be nice. No one has ever kissed me in the rain” you smiled, already feeling the growing excitement in your stomach. Somehow he always managed to make you feel like every kiss was your first.

His large hands held your face and he leaned down just a little to press his lips against yours, while you held his wrists firmly. It was a soft kiss and to a certain extent uncomfortable because of the water that seeped between you, but for you it was quite romantic.

“Now every time I get stuck in the rain I will inevitably think of you.”

“Don't say that,” you whispered, stealing another warm kiss “It'll make me feel sad if we ever break up”

"What are you talking about? That's not going to happen,” he said with determination. "You're never going to kiss anyone again in your life, I'll make sure of that."

“And what about our children?” you asked playfully. The man's eyes lit up because, as you already knew, he fervently wanted to start a family and your initiative made him happy.

“Just our children and that's all”

You smiled and after that you separated from him to start jumping again, although now he accompanied you with more enthusiasm and carelessness. Both of you got two things that day: a horrible cold, and one of the most beautiful memories of your entire life.

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[wheels-of-despair]

Under Pressure | Eric x You vs. The Apocalypse | Series Masterlist

Chapter Nine: Dumbest People Left Alive Summary: You and Eric have a hushed heart-to-heart. Words: 1.2k

(Contains references to Eric's misadventures in the subway station.)

"Wow," Eric breathes.

"You never suspected?"

"All I saw were two people in love," he answers.

"Well… you weren't wrong."

"Then why didn't you go with him?"

The question makes your heart sink. You would have, but it simply wasn't something you discussed. You knew he'd be spending almost all of his time in the hospital. He said he'd come back home if he ever got a few days off. And home is here, with you... right?

"He didn't ask," you breathe, feeling the dark room closing in on you. Your words are barely a whisper, and yet, it feels like they're echoing through the room, becoming louder each time. He didn't ask.

"So you never… you know?" Eric's question takes you by surprise, pulling you out of your spiral and making you laugh.

"No," you answer, reaching up to wipe the tears from your eyes with a smile on your lips.

"Wow," he says again. "I can't believe you did all that just to keep Dad off his back."

"I mean, I also loved him and adored him and preferred his company to literally everyone else's," you explain.

"Do you miss him?"

"God, yes," you sigh. "He's my entire world." You could go on about Evan for hours, but you think you've unloaded enough for one night.

"I'd give anything to have someone love me that much."

The longing in his quiet voice makes you ache.

"Love's not a transaction," you whisper, turning to face him in the dark. "You don't have to give anything. You just... love who you love, and hope they can feel it."

He sighs.

"I love you, by the way."

"You don't have to do that," he argues. Does he really think you'd lie about loving him? The thought fills you with rage.

"I didn't have to walk several miles out of my way in an apocalyptic hell-scape of a city to fetch you from the hospital, either. But I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah," he answers weakly. You wish you hadn't sounded so harsh.

"I love you, Eric. And I'm sorry if I never told you that before."

"You did," he whispers.

"I did?" you ask. "When?"

"Christmas," he says. "After the call from Mum and Dad, when you got drunk."

"Sorry," you chuckle. "I'm told I get affectionate when I drink."

"I didn't mind," he admits. "That really was the best Christmas I ever had."

"I'm really glad we got to spend one good Christmas together before the world ended," you whisper. Your foreheads touch briefly.

"Guess now's a good time to mention that the barista I took to that play you gave me tickets to… wasn't a girl."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah… only person I ever really talked to for more than thirty seconds at a time here, aside from you. Pretty sure he just went for the show. Gave me one more pity date before he dumped me."

"By text," you remember.

"On my birthday," he fills in.

"Fuck him," you grumble.

"I did not."

You both shake silently with laughter… until Eric sniffs, and you realize he's started crying.

"I thought things would be different here," he says shakily. "I didn't know it would be so hard to make friends."

"You had trouble making friends?"

"All I did was study and go to class and I had to work so hard to keep up, I didn't have time for anything else," he cries. "And even when I did try, I was so bloody awkward, nobody wanted to talk to me." He chokes out a quiet sob. "I didn't have anyone at all."

"You have me," you whisper.

He sobs, and you pull him to you, hoping to muffle the sound. You hold him tight and rub his back, trying to calm him down.

"It's alright," you breathe. "I'm here."

He cries for several minutes, soaking your shirt and tiring himself out. It's a relief when you feel his body relax against you. You loosen your grip, and he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Is that why you…" you bite your lip, not knowing how to proceed.

"Not exactly," he whispers. You stroke his hair lightly, wondering if he'll elaborate. Eric takes a deep breath.

"I failed two classes. And the thought of him finding out…" he sniffles. "I decided I'd rather… I'd rather…" Eric's chest begins to heave, and you tighten your grip to hold him together while he collects himself. After a while, his breathing evens out, and he's able to continue.

"I went down to the subway," he says stoically. "Thought that'd be quickest. But someone grabbed the back of my jacket when the train lights came into view. I thought of you. That first night we met, when you grabbed me and pulled me back and told me to take care of myself. And then I ran. I tried to run out of there, but I tripped on the stairs and fell down them and knocked myself out. Whoever grabbed me must've told the police that I'd tried to jump. That's why they wouldn't let me go."

You don't know what to say, so you hold him tighter. He's not even crying anymore. He must be emotionally exhausted, after this long night of surprising revelations.

"I'm sorry," you whisper eventually. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"It's not your job to look after me," he mumbles.

"You're my friend," you argue. "I care about you. A lot, actually. I wish I'd known how things were really going for you."

"I didn't want to bother you."

"That's exactly what I told your brother every time he asked if I'd seen you," you sniff. "I figured you were busy with school and friends and didn't want to waste your time with someone old and boring like me."

"You're not old and boring," he says softly, nuzzling his cheek into you. "I quite like spending time with you."

You've been hiding out for months, nursing a broken heart and refusing to experience life without your best friend by your side. Eric's been struggling with school and failing to connect with people. You've both been slowly dying of loneliness. Ten minutes away from each other. Like absolute fucking idiots.

"I fear, my dear," you begin slowly, "that we may be the dumbest people left alive."

You start to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You and Evan. Evan and Eric. Eric and you. Monsters in Manhattan with supersonic hearing. Doris the Cleaning Lady being your sage guide to the apocalypse. Before long, Eric joins in, and you're both shaking so hard with your barely contained giggles, you have to pull the covers over your heads to help muffle the sound of your careful wheezing.

When your sides ache too much to continue, you throw the covers off and take a gulp of fresh air. You wipe the tears from your eyes and flip to your back, trying to regulate your breathing and ease the pain. Eric does the same. You lie there silently for a while, heaving a sigh at the same time.

Eric's hand finds yours, and your fingers lace together.

"We may be the dumbest people left alive," he whispers, "but we're still alive."

"And I'm gonna do everything I can to keep us that way," you respond. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he breathes.

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Until We Get Home

Title: Until We Get Home

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Verbal harassment and threats, language,  mentions of alcohol and drinking

Summary: It’s 2am and you should be in bed, but you’re on the subway instead. Unfortunately, so is your ex.

A/N: This is based on the song “Another New York Love Story” from the musical “In Pieces”. As always, thanks for supporting me in all the ways you do. Lots of love, and thank you for reading!

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Tara had promised you that dinner wouldn’t be more than a few hours, especially since you’d worked all day and you have work again tomorrow. It would be a few drinks, some food, and then maybe a little bit of catching up if the restaurant wasn’t too packed. The restaurant is packed, but it’s packed when you get there, so your college friend makes the executive decision to move your shindig to the bar across the street. That bar turns out to be a club that’s equally as packed as the restaurant, but clubs are supposed to be packed, so no one complains. You don’t complain either, considering you haven’t seen Tara and the others for almost four years.

I should’ve complained, you think. Maybe only a little, though.

The stairs down to the station seem to be moving as you climb down in your suddenly precarious heels, and it takes you a second at the bottom to right yourself. Maybe you had one drink too many. Despite your giddiness at spending so much time with your friends, you’re exhausted. It’ll be okay, though, because it’s two in the morning. There’s bound to be plenty of open seats on the train, meaning that you won’t have to stand for a little while—fourteen stops, to be exact. You’ve got some time to sober up.

You swipe your metrocard and board the train as soon as it arrives, then plop yourself down into a seat. It’s one of the cars with two long rows of chairs separated by an aisle, and the rest of your row is empty. Only three other people are in the car, and all of them ignore you as you get on. The older woman down the way continues to knit in silence, and you spy an airpod tucked behind her hair. It looks like she’s making some kind of underwear, if you’re being honest. You try not to stare. 

A man a few seats down from you on the other side of the aisle stands grasping one of the metal poles. There’s nothing particularly interesting about him, but he looks about as tired as you feel. He stares out the window behind you at the station, then at the passing bricks and darkness when the train lurches into motion. The man sways a little as you move through the tunnels.

I’ll bet we all look like zombies right now. You half-heartedly try to fix your hair a little, but give up a minute later. It doesn’t really matter this early in the morning, anyway.

The third person is a young girl, young enough that your protective instincts kick. She’s hunched over in her seat with her bag in her lap, the picture-perfect vision of a girl who’s never ridden late at night before. She’s hyper vigilant and glances over when she feels your eyes on her. A pang of sympathy goes through you at the sight, and you make a mental note to make sure she stays unbothered while you’re riding.

Fourteen stops. No one gets on or off.

Thirteen stops. Still, no one gets on or off.

A few minutes later, the train slows to a stop at the next station. You look up from where you’ve been shuffling through the music on your phone, despite the fact that you’re just going to listen to the same song on repeat, then freeze as a new man enters the train. His stature is large, big enough to stand out in a crowd, but here on the train he seems like a behemoth.

Steve doesn’t take the subway, you think, but it’s definitely him. He’s wearing the same brown jacket and blue t-shirt that he wore on the first time he took you to Brooklyn, and though his golden hair is covered with a baseball cap and he’s got those stupid black-framed glasses on again, you’d know him anywhere.

The doors hiss shut as Steve takes one of the empty seats. He’s across the aisle from you, a few seats down but not as far as the woman knitting. Though he doesn’t look around, you know that he’s taking in his surroundings. He’s always hyper-aware of what’s around him.

There’s a book in his hand and you’re too far away to read the title, but you recognize the cover. It’s the one that you bought him from your favorite bookstore, the one that you still have a hard time going into because it makes you think of all the afternoons the two of you had spent wandering the aisles together.

Steve always said that New York was his city. It’s his home, his safe place, and his beating heart. Once, he’d told you that you were his beating heart. It’s hard to be in a city that reminds you so much of him. The pain never quite leaves, an ever-present ache in your chest as you go about your day. If you could break your lease, you’d leave, but that isn’t an option, at least right now. Instead, you’ve changed as much as you can. You don’t take the same routes to and from work anymore. You shop at a different grocery store, and you don’t eat Thai takeout from the place around the corner that he loves, no matter how many menus and coupons they put in the mailroom. Memories of him are in every monument, every crosswalk, and every tucked-away apartment. They come in on whispers of wind and the crash of trash cans outside your building, and they break your heart every single time.

As subtly as possible, you shift until you’re sitting at an angle, facing away from him. If you’re lucky, Steve won’t see your face and try to start a conversation. The two of you haven’t talked since he broke up with you in the lobby of the Avengers Tower months ago.

You’d come to bring him some lunch. He’d been on his way to tell you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. While five months had been enough to make you certain that you could spend the rest of your life with him, it wasn’t enough for him. Steve’s words had cut deeper than any knife ever could. A small part of you wants to hit him in retaliation for the way he ended things, though you know your punch wouldn’t do much at all to him.

Only twelve stops, you tell yourself. You can do this. You can totally go unnoticed for twelve stops. Just sit very, very quietly.

The train starts moving again and you close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Thankfully, this car doesn’t smell as bad as some of the others you’ve been in. There’s movement in the aisle and you open your eyes to see the man approaching you. He’s leering, something between a creepy smile and sneer on his face, and you tense. You only have one earbud in, but even if you didn’t, you still would have been able to hear everything he says as he creeps towards you. It’s disgusting and your stomach churns. The girl down the way is watching with wide eyes and while you’re thankful it’s you and not her, you still don’t want to be in this situation.

He keeps his distance, thankfully, but he’s shouting at you in a way that makes you want to curl up and hide. His eyes are crazed as they look you up and down. 

“You whore! You can go back to wherever you came from! You’re not gonna get my money! You’re not going to get anything from me, not until the boss tells me you’re dead!”

You try your best to ignore him, fidgeting with the cord to your portable charger and clutching your bag in your lap. There’s pepper spray inside, but you’re not sure if that would help. You refuse the instinct to curl in on yourself. The best thing to do is to stay strong, to look tough.

“I’ll bet you’re gonna go home to the boss and tell him all the nasty things we did together! That’s right, tell him all the things you want to do to me. I’ll bet you're ready for a good lay, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Steve’s closing the distance between you now. His book has disappeared from his hand and his posture is undoubtedly less casual than when he’d been sitting in his seat. You hadn’t even realized that he was watching you, but you suppose that outbursts on an almost empty subway are hard to miss. Part of you is grateful that he’s stepping in, but a small part of you rises up, indignant, and insists that you could’ve handled it yourself. You’ve handled worse.

“That’s enough,” Steve firmly tells him, positioning himself between you and the man. He’s like a brick wall, and you relax a little in his shadow. You can’t even see past Steve’s figure, and if you’re being honest, you’re trying not to look. His ass is right in your face, and if you look too much, you’re bound to say something utterly embarrassing about it when this is all over.

“You should leave her alone.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” the man taunts.

Steve draws himself up a little taller and you peek up to watch him remove the baseball cap and glasses. It only takes a second before the man retreats.

Captain America saves the day again.

Once the man is back on the other side of the train, Steve turns to you and you quickly look down before he can catch your eye. The screen of your phone is black now and your earbud has fallen out, sliding from your shoulder to your lap. Miraculously, it hasn’t fallen onto the floor of the train. You tuck it into your palm and make a fist.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentler. When you don’t answer, he tries again. “Y/N? Please just let me know if you’re okay.”

I don’t want to talk to you.

“I’m fine,” you finally respond. You force yourself to look up, unsure if you’re more grateful that he’s helped you or if you should roll your eyes at his inability to let someone else take over. Steve never was one to back down from a fight, even when it’s not his own.

He nods. “Good. I’m glad.” Steve pauses, grabbing onto one of the horizontal bars for balance as the train sways. “How have you been?”

You hold back a groan. Of course he wants to small talk. 

“Okay. How about you?” you ask, not really wanting to hear his answer.

Please don’t say that you’ve been good, you tell him in your head.

He holds your gaze for a second before looking away, nodding a little bit more than necessary. “Good. I’ve, uh, I’m okay, too.”

He replaces his glasses and the hat before grabbing onto the bar again. You shift awkwardly in your seat and glance over at the girl. She’s watching the man warily, but the train stops again and he makes a quick escape. The girl relaxes, and so do you.

You glance up at the map as the announcements play in the car. Eight more stops to go. 

“Why are you out this late?” Steve’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up at him from your seat. “You’re usually in bed at this time of night.”

“I went out for dinner with some friends,” you answer.

“Not Natasha?” Steve replies, like he already knows the answer, and you shake your head.

“Tara,” you tell him. “Lindsay and Mallory were there, too. Lizzy was supposed to come, but she got sick and decided to stay back at the hotel.”

Steve looks surprised. “You haven’t seen them in years. Why are they in town? Did you get to meet Mallory’s daughter?”

He remembers that she had a baby?

It takes you a second to process his questions. While Steve remembers a lot, it’s strange that he’d remember such specific details about your friends, especially after so long. It’s not important information. You’re certain that you only mentioned them a few times in the months you dated. You and your college friends don’t keep up except to send each other funny posts and videos.

“Um, no,” you stammer after a second, knowing that it’s been a little too long of a pause. You’ve made things awkward. “No, her husband stayed home with the baby while she’s in town. They have concert tickets for tomorrow, but they all flew in a day early to do some sightseeing. They asked if I wanted to go out to dinner after I got off work.”

Nodding, Steve searches your face, and you feel your cheeks warm under his steady gaze. You shift in your seat again, adjusting your grip on the earphone in your hand just to give yourself something to do.

“You look good, Y/N. Work’s going okay?”

You nod back and glance at the floor. There’s gum everywhere. Someone’s left a styrofoam takeout container underneath a seat.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s good. Yours is good too, from what I hear.”

His expression is neutral when you finally look up again. “I’m not dead yet,” he tells you. “That’s normally a good sign.”

You could get lost in his eyes. How is it that it’s been months and you’re still able to be drawn in so quickly? Steve has the kind of face that comforts, that reassures. You love that about him. It soothes your soul a little and washes away the last dredges of fear the man’s harassment had brought on.

You’ve been staring too long, your brain helpfully chimes. He’s just being friendly. Small talk and public relations are a part of his job.

You blink, then look back over at the map above the windows opposite you. “So where are you headed?” you ask. 

“Manhattan,” Steve answers. When you look back at him, you get the answer to your next questions without even having to ask. You’re both getting off at the same stop, just like you always used to when he came to pick you up from work.

Clearing your throat, you look back down at your locked phone. “Right.”

Only three more stops. That’s not as long as it feels like.

Down the train, the girl grabs her backpack and exits the train. The doors hiss shut a moment later, and when you look up, you realize that the other woman has left, too. It’s just you and Steve on the train in the early hours of the day.

You swallow thickly and wrack your brain for something else to say. All you can come up with is, “It’s been pretty cold lately.”

Steve is quiet for a moment. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I think Nat said something about it snowing this weekend.”

You nod and try not to fidget, try not to look nervous. Why is he still standing so close?

“She’ll like that,” you reply.

He nods again. “Yeah.” Steve pauses. “Tony won’t, though. He hates the snow.”

You nod again, then curse yourself for nodding so much. How many times has that been? You haven’t looked up in a while, should you look up again?

“So where did you have dinner tonight?” he asks.

“What?”

“You said you went out to dinner.”

“Oh. Right.” You look up, and when he doesn’t say anything more, you realize he’s still expecting an answer. “Oh. Um, well, we were going to go to this one place—Rio? But it was too busy, so we went to the bar across the street. Well, it’s more of a club than anything.”

Steve leans against the pole next to him, one hand still holding onto the railing above him. “Tuscano, right? I’ve been there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’ve been to a club?”

“It wasn’t so bad,” he answers, though there’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks. When your expression doesn’t change, he explains, “It was Tony’s birthday a few weeks ago. He insisted we go to as many clubs as possible in one night—something about him and Pepper taking a break? We were only there for twenty minutes, I think, but it was long enough.”

Nodding, you relax and smile a little at the mental image of Steve standing in Tuscano. “Sounds like a fun night.”

“Something like that. I think I’ve been to Rio, too. It’s not too crowded if you go for lunch.”

Steve carries on the conversation like it’s easy. It probably is. He’s friendly in a way that reminds you a little too much of how he talks with strangers and fans. He doesn’t once ask you anything too personal, nor does he bring up anything about your last interactions or the months you dated. It stings, thinking that you mattered nothing to him in retrospect, but when he glances out the window at the second-to-last stop, you catch a glimpse of something you hadn’t noticed before—sadness.

You recognize it immediately. You’ve seen that same look in your eyes every time you’ve looked in the mirror since Steve broke up with you. You feel it every time you pass by the bookshop or hear about him and the other heroes on the news or in conversation. Every time you pass by the corner deli he likes or the vintage candy store, you think of him, and it twists the knife just a little.

A small part of yourself asks, “What if he misses you just as much as you miss him?,” but you’re too afraid to entertain that thought for long. You want to tell him. You want to tell Steve everything, starting with how much you miss him, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be fair—not to him, and definitely not to you. You’re working hard to recover from being disposed of, and another rejection could be the final blow. You push the thoughts away, willing yourself not to speak up.

The two of you ride in silence until your stop, and you follow Steve off the train and up the stairs without a word. When you reach the sidewalk, you get out of the flow of traffic and stand together, both of you with your hands in your jacket pockets. It’s strange to be standing here with him again, but you don’t want to leave yet, and you busy yourself by glancing at your phone to see if you have any missed calls. You don’t, but your music has been playing this whole time. You wonder if Steve could hear it the whole time.

Silently, you pause the song and unplug the portable charger, then tuck your earphone into its case. Steve watches you as you arrange your belongings.

“Y/N…”

“Whatever you’re about to say,” you say, stopping him before he can go any further, “Please just know that you… I’m having a really hard time with this.” You gesture between the two of you and break eye contact, knowing that you won’t be able to hold his gaze while you say this. You inhale deeply through your nose and close your eyes for a second before focusing yourself on a building across the street. “I can’t have my heart broken again by you, Steve. It was too hard the first time, and I’m still getting over it.”

Strangers walk past as you blink away tears. The light turns red and cars roll to a stop. Somewhere down the street, a siren wails. Footsteps sound in chorus all around you in the city that never sleeps, though a hush has fallen over the sleeping public, as if the world is holding its breath just for a moment.

“Me too,” Steve says. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffle. “What?”

“Can I walk you home?” he asks. “It would make me feel better to know you got home safely after what happened on the train.”

You pause, taken aback by the question, but after a few seconds, you nod and wipe your eyes, a little embarrassed. 

Steve moves forward and you turn around, naturally falling into step beside him as he heads towards your apartment building. The sidewalks are less crowded than normal, but you walk together in silence, side-by-side, until you reach the door to the building’s mailroom. It takes all your willpower not to reach out and take his hand as you walk.

”I’m sorry for what I said. I was… I was scared and I panicked, and that’s not an excuse, but I didn’t think I was ready to be in a relationship. I’m in love with you, Y/N, and that scared me. I didn’t think that I should fall as hard and as fast as I did for you. It felt too dangerous, but now I realize that it wasn’t a bad thing. Being with you feels like being home, and that’s something I’ve been searching for for a long time,” Steve says.

You shake your head a little. “What?”

He searches your face, mouth gaping a little, before finally answering with, “I’m in love with you.”

“But you broke up with me,” you say, feeling a bit lost. It’s like he’s taken the script in your head and completely flipped it upside down. What are you supposed to say?

“I know,” he replies. Steve looks down at his shoes and rubs the back of his neck. “Y/N, I— I’m sorry. I don’t think anything I could ever do will make up for what I said and what I did, but I want to try.”

You press your lips together and look over at the glass door that leads inside. You could go. It would be easy to leave him standing outside your building, and you know that if you told Steve to never talk to you again, he’d listen. You’d never hear from him ever again. A tiny voice tells you to do that, to pull away from him before he inflicts even more pain.

He kisses you on the cheek.

Your eyes fly to his, and there’s guilt flooding the blue that’s always been a safe haven to you.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

You shake your head. You’re not angry. You’re…

“I love you too.” The words you’ve wanted to say for so long are finally out in the open, hanging between you in the night air.

“You do?” he asks, and you nod.

“I do.”

A smile appears on his face, your heart settles a little in your chest, and then you realize what it is that you’re feeling.

I’m home, you think, and you smile back.

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[halogalopaghost]

Not Alone

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Leaving Leatherhead alone in that great, dark subway station felt wrong. Raph tried one more time to convince him to come home with them; we can help you, he promised. But Leatherhead was too sure, and the rest of his family was just fine with it.

Alright, maybe “fine” wasn’t the right word. The walk home was short, but it was taken in somber silence. Mikey seemed to have a lot on his mind as he rubbed his sore noggin, and Donnie looked faraway and solemn.

“This is bogus,” Raph announced. “LH ain’t a danger to us. So he got some anger issues, so what? It ain’t anything new to you guys.”

“Leatherhead is so much bigger than us,” Leo reminded him. “It’s lucky that Mikey wasn’t hurt worse, but he still lost consciousness for a moment. I understand him not wanting to take any chances.”

“Which reminds me,” Donnie cut in. “Mikey, I have to check you for a concussion.”

As they entered the lair, Don dragged Mikey away, and Raph followed Leo into the kitchen.

“He called himself a monster, Leo. ‘Scuse me for thinking maybe the guy could use a little compassion.”

“I’m not saying we shouldn’t give it to him, just that a little distance isn’t a bad thing when he can’t control himself like that.”

Splinter looked between the two of them, brow raised and cup of tea halfway to his lips. “My sons, welcome home. I assume our friend is well?”

Leo sat at the table beside Splinter, sighing heavily. “Yes, Sensei, he’s alright. We had a run-in with some kind of hunter, but we took care of him.” Raph snorted. Leo glared at him briefly. “Donnie got him set up in an abandoned subway station just a few minutes away from here. It needs some cleanup, and electricity of course, but we already agreed to go back and help him in a few days.”

Splinter bowed his head. “He wishes to be left alone, then?”

Raph replied before Leo got a chance. “Yeah, he said he’ll let us know when he’s ready. He wants to be alone.”

“That is his choice, Raphael. But I feel you are not at peace with it?”

“No! Sensei, he’s sittin’ in the dark all alone over there, beatin’ himself up over something that ain’t his fault.”

“Sound familiar?” Leo cut in.

Silence fell over the small kitchen.

Splinter held a hand out toward Raphael. Hesitantly, because he could never deny his father, Raph stepped forward and took his hand. “Your compassion for Leatherhead is admirable, and I am sure he appreciates it. Sometimes these lessons must be learned by oneself though. If he needs us, we will be here.”

Raph deflated with a sigh. “Yeah, okay.”

“Just give him time.”

  Raph tried to follow his father’s advice. They all went back to bed, even though he just didn’t feel tired anymore. He laid in his hammock, wrapped in blankets, and stared at the dark ceiling. Leatherhead didn’t have any blankets or pillows over there. When Donnie suggested walking back over with some stuff, he insisted that he would walk over for his things later. Well, it had been an hour since they left him and he still hadn’t come over for anything. Was he just not planning on sleeping?

With a frustrated grumble, Raph tossed aside his blankets and clambered out of the hammock. He quietly made his way down the fire escape stairway and marched right over to the couch that still had Leatherhead’s borrowed bedding strewn across it. He messily folded the two blankets, tucked a pillow under his arm, grabbed a couple of sodas since he wasn’t getting any sleep anyway, and stomped his way out into the cold sewer.

Give him time. Yeah, Raph gave him time alright, an entire hour and a half.

"Yo Leatherhead!" he called out. He pulled the make shift door closed behind him. Donnie had already offered to replace it with a false-wall door like their own, and he declined. Raph was sure he would build it anyway.

Raph felt a little uneasy in the wide-open, dark space. His instincts told him to cling to the wall and keep one eye on an exit. Knowing what a foul mood his friend was in really didn’t help.

"Where ya hidin' at? It’s cold as shell tonight, so I bought some blankets.” He squinted into the darkness. “I brought some sodas over too. I, uh, thought maybe we could talk."

"You should not be here."

Raph nearly jumped out of his shell. "Geez! You trying to give me a heart attack or somethin'? Warn a guy." He spotted Leatherhead slouched on the stairs of the platform, little more than a shape in the darkness.

"It is dangerous to be here," he reasserted.

Raph sat on a step beside him and plunked the blankets in his lap. "Why's that? Got a gas leak?"

He got a low growl in response.

Raph popped open both cans of soda and sat Leatherhead’s down on the step in between them. It almost physically pained him to think that LH might not drink it, but the gesture was important. April was slowly acclimating them to the idea that a little bit of food waste every now and then was unavoidable.

"I ain't afraid of you, by the way.”

Leatherhead picked up the can, but didn't drink from it. "Then you are a fool. Did you not see what I did to your brother? What could have been?"

An idea struck Raphael. He smirked and rested his elbows on the step behind him. "So, what—losing your cool makes you a monster?"

He looked at one of his clawed hands. "Yes."

"Do I look like a monster to you?"

He sighed. "Sibling bickering does not count. You couldn't understand."

"What? The helplessness? The anger that builds on itself like—like a poison? Or the feeling that everybody must be pretending to care, 'cause it ain’t possible that they really love someone as messed up as you? Which part don't I get?"

Leatherhead stayed quiet.

Raph took a drink to cool himself off. "I almost brained him with a pipe a while back. I woulda really hurt him if the guys hadn't stopped me."

"I'm sorry." He finally took a sip, maybe just to have something to do. "I did not know."

"Ah, I know you didn't, big guy. Ya don’t gotta apologize. All I’m tryin’ to say is, you aren’t alone, and you’re not a monster. If you wanna talk…or want any tips, you know where to find me." He knocked him in the shoulder with his elbow. "Neighbor."

Finally, a little bit of a smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

"Ya don't need to punish yourself by sitting here in the dark. What do you say, tomorrow morning I’ll bring the guys over here to get some lights on, huh?”

He huffed a short breath through his nose. "Alright, I’ll allow it. I appreciate your kindness, Raphael.”

He smirked. “Yeah, don’t get used to it.”

LH took another sip of the soda and this time, Raph caught him curling his lip. "What is this beverage? Why is it…tingly?"

Raph laughed "What, you never had a soda?"

"No." He set it aside with disdain "The Utrom eat a very wholesome diet largely composed of fish, greens, and whole grains. They have no dietary need for ‘soda’."

"Oh brother, tell me that diet included pizza!”

Leatherhead gave him a rather blank look.

“Alright. Tomorrow, first thing, pizza and a generator.”

He laughed. His laugh was a deep, chesty thing that Raph could almost feel, sitting so close to him. Hearing it was a nice change of pace from the sorrow in his voice earlier in the night. “Thank you, Raphael. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Raph stood and held his fist out. Leatherhead gently bumped his knuckles. “In the mornin’, big guy.”

[kaethefangirl]

A gallavich fic I started on ao3, it's like 6k words give or take

Ian was really, really excited to go to summer camp. He was nine years old with two front teeth missing and a positive soul. On the bus to summer camp, he meets Mickey, who looks really mean but isn't. Ian likes Mickey a lot because Mickey doesn't laugh at his hair or his freckles or his tooth gap. Mickey calls him Carrots and protects him from the other kids. Mickey punches out the kids who are rude to him.

Mickey is Ian's best friend, and Ian knows that no matter what they will always be best friends.

Even if he kind of likes it when Mickey wears his shirts with the cut sleeves so his arms are out.

 

Even if he stares just a little bit longer when Mickey smiles.

Even if Ian is gay.

Chapter 1: ONE

Ian was poor. He was like, really poor. That’s why it made his day when he found out Frank had been able to afford summer camp for him. Ian was so excited when he found out that all he did was ramble on and on about it to Lip, who’d told him if he didn’t shut up about it something was bound to go wrong.  When Ian told Fiona about what Lip said as she walked him to school, (Ian was being chased by bullies at that time. They would call him Chuckie from rugrats and shove him. Fiona had to walk him to school for a week after that,) she told him Lip was just jealous since he never got anything like that growing up. Ian understood but still felt happy to know he was going to get to go to a summer camp like normal (middle-class) kids did. 

He’d gone onto the playground telling his two friends Mia and Jimmy about it, though they really didn’t care. They just told him he shouldn’t be so optimistic because kids from the Southside never got anything without a catch. Mia and Jimmy were twins, and though they were only 9 years old they were as mean and dull as the big kids and adults were. Ian never blamed them for being how they were though, even he got tired of the consequences of living in the Southside every once and a while. He remembered a time when Fiona had her purse snatched and Lip ran after the guy. He returned home a little while later with her purse, a black eye, and no shoes. Ian giggled at the memory though, because he remembered a few weeks after he had to share his shoes with Lip and ten-year-old Lip’s feet were huge. 

Now, Ian was never good at telling time. But he was good at telling the seasons, and the weather. He’d received the news in early spring, just as the weather was starting to turn warm again. (Ian loved the sun.) It was currently very hot, so Ian assumed it must be almost time to go there. He sat up from his top bunk and stretched. He noticed he felt a bit sweaty. He realized the sun was the heat he felt, hopped out of bed, and giddily ran down the stairs to meet Fiona. 

“Hey, kiddo! Guess what today is?” She smiled at him.

“Thummer camp time!?” Ian exclaimed happily. He knew his smile looked goofy ever since his two front teeth came out, but he didn’t care. He loved smiling. He loved feeling happy since he only felt really happy a few times in his life. (Though he did blame Lip for his teeth. They only wiggled a tiny bit and Lip tied two shoelaces around his teeth and tied the other ends to the open door. Ian did not like to think about what happened after.) Ian also couldn't pronounce lots of sounds because his two front teeth were gone. 

“Yeah! You got your stuff packed?” Fiona asked with a huge grin. 

“Mhm!” Ian nodded happily. He was still wearing his jammies, so he ran upstairs and threw open his drawer. He only had a few clothes, but he had been planning which ones he’d wear for months. He pulled out his tracksuit that Lip swiped from the subway for him a few months back and smiled brightly at it. Ian quickly stripped out of his dinosaur print onesie and put on his tracksuit, only needing Lip’s help with putting his pants on right because he always put them on inside out. (It wasn’t Ian’s fault. Whenever he took off his pants they were inside out and he put them in the drawer. He took them out and put them on just as they were. Turning them back right was too complicated and he was only nine .)

“Ready? Your bus comes at ten,” Fiona shouted from downstairs. Ian grabbed his suitcase and rushed down the stairs, his thin legs running with maximum effort. He almost flew past Fiona before she caught him by his torso and lifted him up.

“Not even gonna say bye!?” She exclaimed.

“Bye Fiona!” he giggled as she held him in the air. Once she dropped him he was picking up his suitcase and out of the door. He ran to sit on the bottom of the steps that led to their porch. He waited and waited, checking his watch (that Lip had stolen for him) almost every minute. He saw a butterfly pass him, and he chased it with his eyes for a little while. He also paid attention to the ants that crossed his step. He liked the ants. He did not like the spider that walked after them. He looked at it with a mean scowl (or as mean as a nine-year-old could muster) as it picked up ants one by one and ate them. 

“No!” Ian shouted, stepping on the spider with his light-up sketchers. (Can you guess who stole them?) Ian felt like the spider was a bully. Ian did not like bullies. Why couldn’t the spider leave the ants alone and go eat some leaves or something? 

(Ian did not know what spiders ate. Ian did not know lots of things.)

Along his wait, Ian also met a small flightless mosquito with a hole in his wing. Ian went back into the house to tape up his wing. He noticed the time was nine-thirty. He had plenty of time to waste. 

Just as he was fixing up the mosquito’s wings up in his room, he heard a loud noise from outside. It must’ve been his bus! 

“Sorry Jemmy. I’ll be back in two weeks!” Ian petted his mosquito (He named him Jemmy) and ran out of the house, just barely catching the bus. It was a long gray bus that did not look very fun.

Ian toted his large suitcase (which Lip had also stolen.) around the front of the bus and had a hard time pulling it onto the bus platform. When he finally got it he rolled it behind himself and walked slowly down the bus. The doors slammed behind him with a loud robot sound. Ian did not like loud sounds. But he did like robots. 

He walked down the aisle, noticing that most of the seats were filled. All the kids looked mean and gave Ian nasty looks. Ian did not like the summer camp kids. At the back of the bus was a long seat that could fit multiple people. He saw a boy and a girl sitting there who gave him nasty looks as well. He looked for another place to sit, but his only other choice was a boy who smelled very bad. Ian did not like bad smells, but he guessed nobody liked bad smells. 

Ian sat down next to the girl and the boy in the back and the bus began to move. 

He felt as if he was being stared down. He looked at the boy, who seemed to be his age. They were the same height and size but the boy seemed very very rude. He had his arms crossed and held a firm scowl on his face as he eyed Ian warily. Ian imagined his face would be pretty if he wasn’t scowling, though his face was still a little pretty as it was. The girl looked just like him, and she gave Ian a mean look as well. Ian decided he would make friends with them, after all they were just kids like him.

“Hi,” Ian whispered to the boy.

“Who are you?” the boy scowled.

“Ian.” 

“No. You’re carrot top,” The boy said. Ian did not like being made fun of. He could not help his bright red hair. 

“That’s mean,” Ian declared.

“How? Your hair is on the top of your head. And it’s orange like a carrot,” The boy told him.

“Oh.” Ian supposed that he was right. But…

“My hair isn’t orange. It’s red.” Ian said.

“No, it’s orange.” The boy said stubbornly.

“What’s your name?” Ian said instead. Whenever he and Lip disagreed Ian always changed the subject so they didn’t argue.

“Mickey,” 

“No. It’s Mick,” Ian decided. If the boy- Mick could come up with a nickname for Ian, then Ian could come up with a nickname for him.

Mick made a face at Ian, and Ian thought he’d said something wrong.

“Or not- I didn’t mean to make you feel sad!” Ian said with wide eyes.

Mickey smiled a toothy grin instead of blowing up like Ian thought he would.

“I like you carrots, you’re funny. This is my sister, Mandy,” Mickey said.

“Hi Ian,” Mandy smiled and waved shyly. Ian liked them both. They didn’t seem so mean, and maybe the rest of the kids weren’t mean either, maybe they just looked that way. 

“So, how old are you?” Ian asked.

“I’m ten, and Mandy is nine,” Mickey said proudly.

“How old are you?” Mandy asked.

“I’m nine! Can we be friends?” Ian asked with a big toothy grin.

“Holy shit! What the fuck happened to your teeth?” Mickey asked incredulously. Mandy pinched him with a scowl.

“My big brother ripped em out with string-”

“He tied ‘em to the door and slammed it?”

“Yeah. It hurt reawwy bad,” Ian said. At the loss of his front teeth, he couldn’t exactly pronounce the letter ‘L’. He felt embarrassed. The kids at school laughed at him alot because of his hair and his freckles and the way he pronounced words funny.

“What’s your problem?” Mickey raised an eyebrow at him.

“I can’t say the L sound. See,” Ian opened his mouth and tried to make the luh sound, but it only came out as wuh.

“I used to have that when I was eight. Why’s it matter?” 

“I get picked on a lot at school,” Ian looked down. He thought Mickey might think he wasn’t cool because of that.

“What school do you go to?” Mickey questions.

“It’s cawwed-”

“Okay, let’s stop you there. If you talk funny, there’s nothin’ wrong with that. Just try to avoid words that make you sound stupid,” Mickey advised.

“What’s avoid mean?”

“It means to try not to say something. So instead of saying called, how else can you tell me what you’re school is called?” Mickey asked.

Ian thought long and hard, or as long as hard as a nine-year-old could. 

“It’s named Powell Elementary,” Ian said.

“Fuck, isn’t it your lucky day? I start there after summer’s over,” Mickey grinned.

“Honest!?” Ian’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, why would I lie to ya? I’ll be in the fourth grade,” Mickey said.

“Fourth? Aren’t you supposed to be in the fifth?” Ian asked.

“He is, but he failed last year ‘cause he’s a huge idiot,” Mandy snickered. Mickey scowled and pushed her into the bus.

“It’s okay Mickey. We’ll be in fourth grade together!” Ian smiled.

 

*

The bus ride was 2 hours. Ian liked it because he got the chance to talk to Mickey a lot. And Mandy, but she fell asleep halfway through. He taught Mickey how to read his watch. Earlier Mickey said the ride would end at eleven forty-five and they both watched the watch tick as the bus came to a stop. Ian’s watch had the long hand on the nine and the shorthand on the eleven, so Mickey was right.

“How do you know all this stuff, Mickey?” Ian asked as he grabbed his suitcase and walked with Mickey. 

“I dunno. I spend lots of time with my brothers and they tell me shit,” 

Ian noticed Mickey wasn’t carrying a bag. “Where’s all your stuff?” 

“Mandy carries all that shit,” Mickey shrugs. Ian did not like that Mickey treated Mandy mean.

Ian went to help Mandy carry the bags, but they were surprisingly small and light.

“I’ve got it,” She assured.

“I can still carry one,” Ian said.

Mandy stared at him with a gleam in her eyes. She smiled and gave him Mickey’s bag.

“Thanks, Ian,” She said.

“No problem Mandy,” Ian smiled at her. Ian liked Mandy. He walked off of the bus behind all the other kids and noticed where they were. It was a large dirt field with 4 wooden cabins, two on each side of the field. There was a small pond in the middle of the field, and inside of it, a tall American flag stood.

“If your last name starts with an A, C, E, G, I, K, or M and you are a boy, come this way!” A tall blonde man said, waving towards the cabins on the left side of the field. 

Ian was a bit sad because he did not know Mickey’s last name. He wanted to be in the same cabin as him.

“What’s your last name?” They both asked each other at the same time. Ian giggled and Mickey looked embarrassed.

“Mine is Gallagher,” Ian said.

Mickey grinned at that. “Milkovich,” 

Ian smiled and took Mickey’s hand, walking with him towards the cabins.

“Mickey, who’s the runt?” A taller kid asked.

“This is Carrots. You can call him Ian,” Mickey said to the boy. 

“Hey, Ian. I’m Carter,” The boy said. He was a skinny boy with blonde hair and lots of freckles just like Ian. Ian liked Carter.

“Hi. What’s your last name?” Ian asked as he swung he and Mickey’s hands back and forth between them.

“Kelly. Carter Kelly.”

“Cool. I’m Ian Gallagher,”

“Nice,” 

Ian liked holding hands with Mickey. Mickey’s hands were cold, but when Ian held his hand for a while it started to warm up. They walked inside the first cabin and Ian liked it very much. There were 4 pairs of bunkbeds around the entire room, and two stands stacked on top of each other as makeshift nightstands so people on the bottom and the top could have one. 

“I’m Mr. Jenkins, your councillor. I’ll give you all about twenty minutes to settle in before I come back in for a few icebreakers,” The man spoke up. Ian did not like Mr. Jenkins. 

“Fresh meat,” One of the bigger kids said. 

“C’mon!” Mickey said, pulling Ian towards the middle bunk bed. 

“Throw your shit up there!” Mickey shouted. Ian complied, throwing his suitcase on the top bunk. 

“Mikhailo. I heard about you. Nobody is special here, you are not allowed to curse,” Mr. Jenkins said before leaving. 

“Who’s the redhead?” One of the kids asked. 

“This is Carrots. Only I call him carrots though. His name is Ian and if you fuck with him you fuck with me, capiche?” Mickey said to everyone in the cabin, which was 8 other kids. 

“Yeah, we got it, Mickey. Hi, Ian!” Carter waved. Ian decided he did like the summer camp kids. 

“Hi!” Ian waved.

“There’s nowhere to put your clothes, so you’ll have to keep them in your suitcase. But if you don’t want your toothbrush tampered with, I’d keep it in there too. Keep everything in there actually and never let it out of your sight,” Mickey informed Ian.

“Okay,” Ian said. He climbed up to the top bunk and lay down. His mattress was really soft, and so were his covers and sheets. Ian yawned. That bus ride was really- no- very- yes- that bus ride was very long. Ian was happy that Mickey gave him the advice to not use- to avoid words that he knew made him sound funny. Ian closed his eyes and let his head hit the pillow, which was also soft. He thought about Mickey. He liked Mickey a lot, and he was very happy that he sat with him and Mandy instead of the smelly kid. Ian was sure the smelly kid was nice too, but he was just smelly. Maybe Ian would be friends with him too.

Ian listened to the sounds of the other kids putting their own things out and talking. He wondered if he and Mickey would be best friends for the whole summer. He liked that Mickey never made fun of him. He wanted to be just like Mickey. Ian wished he could know lots of things, like when bus rides would end and words like avoid . Ian decided Mickey was very smart. Maybe almost as smart as Lip. Ian giggled a bit to himself. Nobody was smarter than Lip, He knew everything . Mickey and Lip would probably get along. Ian couldn’t wait to tell Lip about all the things he and Mickey did over the summer. Ian wanted to go exploring in the woods with Mickey, and he wanted to roast marshmallows with Mickey and make smores together- oh! And he wanted to play with Mr. Fluffy with Mickey too. (Mr. Fluffy is Ian’s’ stuffed blue dinosaur that Lip stole for him with stuffing coming out it’s mouth that Ian loves very much.)

Ian let himself fall asleep for just a little bit as he daydreamed about summer with his new friend Mickey.

And Mandy too.

But mostly Mickey.

 

/ / / /

 

“Campers!” Mr. Jenkins burst into the cabin, awakening Ian. 

“Come join us around the pond!” He called. Ian slowly rubbed his eyes and frowned. He did not want to join them around the pond. 

“C’mon Ian, we’re gonna lose the good seats,” Mickey called. Now, Ian did want to join Mickey around the pond. He hopped out of bed and ran out of the cabin door right alongside Mickey.

There were small colorful plastic chairs around the pond. Mick took Ian’s hand and led him to two specific chairs right near where the cabin was. 

“Let’s start with you!” Mr. Jenkins pointed at Mickey. “Say your name, your age, and one fact about you!” 

“My name’s Mickey, I’m 10, and I’ll beat your ass if you fuck with me or Carrots,” Mickey said.

“Mikhailo!” 

Ian giggled at Mickey’s response. Mickey wasn’t really mean, he just wanted to look scary. 

 

/ / / /

 

It was lunchtime and the boys and girls all came and sat together under a large tent. Mandy sat with Mickey and Ian and Ian told her what Mickey said.

“Stop being a wannabe gangster Mickey. You’re gonna end up just like Iggy,” Mandy frowned.

“What’s wrong with Iggy?” Mickey asked.

“He’s stupid is what’s wrong with him,” Mandy rolled her eyes. 

Ian did not think Mickey would be like Iggy, because Mickey was very smart. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mickey and his faggy looking friend,” A tall fat kid said to them as he walked up to their bench. 

“Are you supposed to be this year’s bully?” Mickey stared him down. Ian wanted to tell Mickey to stop because he would get beat up really- very bad if he tried to fight the boy. Mickey was short like Ian, and the boy towered over both of them.

“Yeah, and I’m messing with you and Carrots over there,” The boy said. Mickey stood up and grabbed the boy by his shirt.

“Only I call him Carrots. Got it?” Mickey said, almost lifting the boy off the ground. The boy scowled at him but nodded.

“Good. Fuck off,” Mickey dropped him and sat back down.

“I don’t mind other people calling me Carrots,” Ian told him. It wasn’t true, because when other people said it they were laughing at Ian. But when Mickey said it it felt nice. 

“Only I can call you Carrots, alright? It’s not about how you feel, it’s about me,” Mickey said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Ian took a bite of his own and it was very good. Ian saw on TV that summer camp food was usually terrible. 

Once they both finished their sandwiches Mickey asked to see Ian’s watch. Ian held his wrist up to show him. 

“We have an hour left of lunch. Wanna ditch?” Mickey asked with a wicked grin. Ian wanted to but, what if they got caught? Ian did not want to get sent home. He told Mickey about his concerns and Mickey only laughed.

“Look, I’m ditching and if you wanna see where I go, then you’ll come with me. But you don’t have to, y’know? It’s whatever,” Mickey said. Ian liked Mickey a lot. Mickey didn’t make him do things he didn’t want to.

“I want to go!” Ian said. 

“Keep it down! Alright let’s go,” Mickey stood and ignored Mandy’s head shake. Ian stood with him. Mickey grabbed his hand and led him down a grassy hill near the tent. They ran downhill together laughing. At the bottom of the hill was a patch of tree branches surrounding a swampy area. 

“It’s fine, see,” Mickey reached down to grab a duffel bag that was wedged between a couple of branches at the bottom of the patch. 

“What’s in there?” Ian questioned.

“Can I fuckin’ open it first?” 

“Yes, sorry,”

“Don’t apologize. It’s alright,” Mickey said. He unzipped the duffel bag and inside were lots of things Ian thought were cool. He saw lots of flashlights, phones, screens, glasses, and other things in it. 

“How did you-”

“I have my ways,” Mickey shrugged.

Ian thought Mickey was very cool. 

 

Mickey grabbed Ian’s hand. “Do you trust me?” Mickey asked.

“Yes,” Ian replied.

“Don’t. You just met me Carrots. How can you trust me?”

“Because you’re nice. And you do nice things like stopping people from being mean to me and showing me things in your cool duffel bag,” Ian smiled.

Mickey’s face turned red a bit, making Ian worry. “That’s naive. You can trust me, just don’t trust anyone else until you know for sure that you can, alright? You might get hurt,” Mickey told him as he led him down a path around the swamp.

“Did you ever trust someone and get hurt?” Ian asked.

Mickey froze and started to turn even redder. Ian laughed at this. 

“What’s funny!? You’re not safe Carrots, I’ll beat you up too!” Mickey told him with a scowl. Ian did not believe him. 

Mickey tackled him into a pile of leaves. Ian enjoyed playing like this. He wrestled with Lip a lot, but Lip always won because he was older. 

Ian grabbed at Mickey’s shoulders and pushed him down into the leaves. They continued playing until Mickey said, “Where’s your watch?” 

Ian panicked and stood up, looking around the leaves. He hoped it didn’t fall into the swamp.

“Calm down, I have it,” Mickey said quickly. He grabbed Ian’s wrist and tightened the watch. Ian spent the rest of his hour walking around in paths Mickey drafted 2 years earlier. He liked listening to Mickey tell him things that he did not know. Ian liked to know things that Mickey knew, and he liked when Mickey told him things about himself. 

 

“Alright, we’ve got to go back,” Mickey said.

“Race you!” Ian yelled, running towards the hill they came on. He immediately slipped on wet leaves and started falling towards the ground. Mickey grabbed him by the back of his jacket and brought him back up.

“We don’t take that way, they’ll see us. Follow me, there’s a path right behind the bathrooms so It’ll look like we’re coming from there,” Mickey said. Ian smiled at Mickey. He was so smart and he wasn’t rude about it with Ian like Lip sometimes was. Ian looked forward to the rest of his two weeks with Mickey. 

 

/ / / /

 

It was bedtime for Ian. He hopped on his top bunk first but never heard Mickey get on his bed. He looked down and saw that the kid from earlier was laying in Mickey’s bed fast asleep. Mickey scowled down at him.

“Psst! Mickey!” Ian whispered.

“What?”

“Come up here!” 

Mickey blew out a breath and climbed up to Ian’s bed. “You can sleep up here tonight!” Ian whisper yelled.

“I’m not gonna say thank you,” Mickey said.

“I know, I didn’t ask you to,” Ian smiled.

“Okay,” 

“Good night, Mickey,”

“Good night, Carrots,”

Ian felt his chest flutter. He loved his first day at summer camp because he met Mickey. Ian couldn’t wait to leave summer camp so he could play with Mickey at his house. Ian fell asleep imagining him and Mickey exploring the Amazon Rainforest. (Ian watched a Wild Kratts episode about the Amazon Rainforest the day before.)

 

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Ian woke up with Mickey next to him. Mickey’s arms were wrapped around Ian from under his arms and Ian’s were wrapped around Mickey. They were hugging while they slept! Ian felt himself blush. He saw Fiona and her boyfriends hugging while they slept. Did this mean Ian and Mickey were boyfriends? Ian shook Mickey a few times before he snapped awake.

“What!?” Mickey hissed tiredly.

“Are we boyfriends now?” Ian asked.

“What!?” Mickey said again, this time in confusion.

“Are we?”

“Why would we be?”

“Because we fell asleep hugging. That’s what Fiona does with her boyfriends,” Ian told him. 

“No. That’s homo shit,” Mickey said.

“What’s a homo?” Ian asked. 

“Let me see your watch,” Mickey said, sitting up on an elbow.

Ian raised his wrist.

“It’s seven in the morning. We don’t have to wake up ‘till eleven. Go back to sleep Carrots,” Mickey grumbled. He covered his head up with the sheets like Ian saw Lip do a lot.

“But could you tell me what a homo is?” Ian asked, picking up the sheet so he could see Mickey’s head.

“It’s a fag. A gay person,” Mickey replied.

“What’s gay mean?” Ian raised an eyebrow.

“Do you live under a rock?” 

“No,” Ian replied.

“A gay person is someone who likes the same gender. And before you ask, gender is being a boy or a girl,” Mickey looked up at him.

“So because we’re boyfriends, are we gay?” Ian asked.

“We aren’t boyfriends! And we aren’t gay!” Mickey hissed.

“But we fell asleep hugging,”

“Because the fat ass down there took my bed. It doesn’t mean anything Carrots,”

“Oh. I like you, Mickey,” 

“I like you too Carrots,” Mickey laid back down and went to sleep.

Ian could not sleep. He daydreamed about being boyfriends with Mickey. He and Mickey would have fun together and wrestle like they did, and Mickey would show him cool things in the forest that Ian had never seen before. They would spend two weeks together being best friends and then they’d go back to the Southside together. But- the Southside wasn’t a very nice place. What if Mickey didn’t like it?

Ian shook Mickey again.

“Okay, I’m up and I’m not going back to sleep,” Mickey got up and propped his back against the railing of the bunk bed.

“Sorry. I’m scared you won’t like where I’m from,” Ian frowned, sitting up to lean on the railing too.

“Anything is better than where I’m from,” Mickey told him.

“I’m from Southside Chicago,”

“No you’re not,” Mickey laughed.

Ian frowned. “Yes, I am!” He got a little louder, still careful not to wake up the other kids.

“I’m Southside, alright? And you’re too optimistic to be from there. You probably have a big house somewhere on the west side, livin’ with your two great parents and-”

“I live in a trashy house on the southside with five siblings. And my mom is a junkie, so’s my dad. My dad’s a drunk too,” Ian confessed solemnly. 

“Oh. My dad is a drunk too, but I never knew my mom,” Mickey told him. Ian liked learning new things about Mickey.

“My mom has a mental illness. It’s caw- named bipolar disorder. Or manic depression,” Ian said.

“Did you give her some medicine?” Mickey asked.

“She has her own medicine but she doesn’t like to take it. It makes her act really crazy sometimes, and other times it makes her lay in bed for a long time without ever getting up,” Ian said. 

“Does it make you sad?” 

“No. She split a while ago, so I hope she’s doing terrible on her own,” Ian said with a scowl. Ian did not like Monica. Monica told him she would do things and take him places but she never really did.

“She probably is,” Mickey agreed.

“What’s your dad like?” Ian questioned. 

“He’s real mean. He makes me and my brothers go out and sell drugs and guns for him,” Mickey informed.

“Guns!? Mickey that’s dangerous!” Ian frowned. 

“No shit Gallagher. I don’t have a choice, if we don’t he beats us up,” Mickey explained. 

 

Ian learned lots about Mickey that morning, and it made him feel better about his life. At least he had Fiona around. And Frank. He decided to stop thinking his life was so bad because people like Mickey were around. Ian did not like that Mickey had to do dangerous things and he did not like that his dad would hit him. Ian learned about Mickey’s older brothers, Joey, Iggy, Collin, Jaimie, and Tony. Joey and Collin were close but they weren’t very smart. Iggy was the leader of everyone but he wasn’t smart either. Tony and Jaimie were older than everyone so they helped their dad, Terry, with more illegal things. Mickey did not know what exactly, but he knew it had to do with prostitutes. (Ian did not know what prostitutes were, and after he asked he regretted it immediately.) Mickey was proud to tell Ian that he would be the leader once he got older. He said he’d drop out of school to help Terry, but Ian did not want Mickey to drop out. Ian wanted Mickey to stay with him forever. Ian knew that was childish, and someday they wouldn’t talk anymore, but he didn’t want to think about that. He liked Mickey a lot and wanted to keep him for as long as he could.

/ / / / /

The first week went by very quickly. Ian did not like it at all. It was very boring, but there were a few things he liked. 

He liked it when they had a campfire. He remembered Mickey telling a scary story about a horror movie he had seen.

“Once upon a time, in the forest, there was a family of farmers. They were fighting with another family of farmers, and they all lived in a small area of the woods. One day, there was a murder. The families thought it was the other trying to start a war, so they went back and forth killing members of the other families. The leaders of both families got messages saying, Come to the heart of the woods, where we can fix things. They thought it was sent by each other, so they both went to the heart of the woods. But they both were confused because neither of them sent it. A strange man jumped down from the trees and killed them both. A little girl saw what happened and ran back and told her family. The man was known as the Mountain Man, and it’s said that he still roams these very forests, searching for the little kid who went and snitched about him. He kills every kid he sees, just in case it’s the little girl. The end,” Mickey finished, turning off his flashlight and eating his marshmallows. The other kids were shaking and trembling after Mickey’s story, though Ian didn’t know why.

It was obviously fake. Ian liked the story though, because he liked Mickey. 

 

Ian also liked when they took baths because they had to pair up and Ian liked taking baths with Mickey. They played together in the water, splashing each other and wrestling. 

Ian remembered when Mickey told him to sit still, and he did. Mickey had run water over his head and washed his hair for him, using his fingers to massage the soap into Ian’s head. He held his hand out in Ian’s face.

“See? Orange,” In Mickey’s hand was a little of Ian’s hair that shed. And it was orange! Ian giggled and thanked Mickey for telling him what color his hair really was. Ian did not like red hair. But he did like orange hair. Ian had made Mickey sit still while he cleaned Mickey’s hair. It was fun, because Mickey had lots of hair, even if it was short. Ian made himself laugh by giving Mickey funny hairstyles with the soap and bubbles. 

“You’d better not be playing with my head Gallagher,” Mickey said, but Ian could hear the smile in his voice. Ian liked that Mickey was nice, and he didn’t mind his mean exterior. (He learned that word from Mickey.) When it was time to rinse the soap out of Mickey’s hair Ian asked him to close his eyes and hold his head back. Ian washed the soap out of his hair by pouring water over it. Mickey’s face when his eyes were closed was very pretty.

“You’re pretty Mickey,” Ian told him.

“You don’t call boys pretty. You call them handsome,” Mickey told him. Ian knew the difference between pretty and handsome. Fiona and Vee were pretty, but Kev and police officer Tony were handsome. Ian still thought Mickey was pretty.

 

It was Saturday, and they were going on a field trip. Ian wore one of Lip’s NASA shirts and jean shorts. Mickey wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off and basketball shorts. They stepped outside and Ian noticed that the chairs where Ian and Mickey sat around the pond were in the shade while the other chairs were in the sun. He giggled to himself a bit, finally realizing why Mickey wanted to sit there.

“The fuck are you laughing about?” Mickey asked him.

“Are you excited?” Ian asked instead with a smile as they walked onto the bus.

“I’m not excited. Just can’t wait to get back to my house is all,” Mickey tried to seem angry but Ian could see that he was really happy.

Ian giggled a bit at him. “Okay, Mickey. Do you know where we’re going?” 

“Yeah, we go to the same place every year. First, we go bowling, then to the waterpark,”

Ian lit up and almost jumped out of his seat. “Wow! I’ve never been bowling or to the waterpark! I wonder how Frank got enough money for this,” Ian said.

“Money? This is for cancer kids. It’s free,”

“Cancer!? Do you have cancer? Do I have cancer?” Ian panicked. He did not want to die.

“No, idiot. My old man sends me here every summer to get me off his back. They don’t ask for proof that we have cancer, we just sign up and say we do,” Mickey explained. 

“Oh. Do you know how to bowl?” Ian asked.

“Yeah! Tony used to take me bowling with his friends and they’d let me keep going until my hands hurt, but it was worth it! I love bowling!” Mickey smiled. Ian smiled because Mickey was smiling.

“Remember when you accidentally threw the bowling ball at your face?” Mandy laughed from next to Ian.

“Fuck you, Mandy!” Mickey glared at her.

/ / / /

 

They stood inside Pinstrikes, and Ian felt awesome ! He couldn’t wait to tell Lip he went inside of a real Pinstrikes! 

The place had dull lights, but the rides and games lit up most of the room. They were led into a private room in the back where the bowling alley was. Mickey’s face looked calm, but Ian looked down and saw him bouncing slightly up and down on his toes.  

A lady went to put everyone’s names into the system, and he walked up to her.

“Hi, I’m Ian,” He smiled.

“Hi, Ian! I’m Shelly. What do you need?” She smiled back at him.

“Could you put my friend Mickey’s name first?” He asked.

“Sure I can!” She rubbed his head as he walked away. Ian liked Ms. Shelly.

“The fuck did you just do?” Mickey asked.

“She’s going to put your name first so you can play first!” Ian smiled. Mickey’s face lit up for a second before he looked off to the side.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,”

“I know I just wanted to,” Ian told him.

“Mickey! Come take your turns!” Ms. Shelly called. Mickey grabbed Ian’s hand and pulled him through the benches and up to the bowling alley. 

“Watch and learn Carrots,” Mickey said and grabbed a bowling ball the size of his head. Ian watched him put his fingers in the holes and raise the ball. He threw the ball quickly and it rolled down the alley very fast. It hit the pin in the middle and all the other pins fell down as well. 

“Homerun!!” Ian yelled, hugging Mickey.

“It’s called a strike,” Mickey smiled.

“Congratulations Mickey!” Carter said, patting him on the back. Ian did not like Carter touching Mickey. 

“Yeah, good job!” Another kid said.

“It’s whatever,” Mickey shrugged.

When Ian’s turn came around he tried to copy Mickey. He put his fingers in the holes and tried lifting the ball but it was really heavy. So he slung his arm back and threw it as hard as he could. It went straight to the gutters. Ian sighed and watched as the ball rolled back up.

“Here,” Mickey gave him a lighter ball. 

“The trick is, you’ve got to roll it real hard and have your arm straight, see?” Mickey demonstrated for him, swinging his arm back and forth with the ball in hand.

“Now, try again,” 

Ian grabbed his ball and focused on throwing it straight. He took a deep breath before swinging his arm back as far as it could and rolling it straight down the alley. Ian’s ball hit the middle pin and knocked down every pin except one.

“Nice one, Carrots!” Mickey grinned. Ian felt pride swell in his chest.

 

/ / / / /

In the end, Mickey had won both games, with a 201 and a 120. They walked out of the building together and onto the bus. 

“I can’t wait for the waterpark! But Mickey you were so good at bowling! You were like, woosh, and schpewww and got so many strikes!” Ian said happily once they were seated.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Tony’s way better than me at bowling though, you should see him,” Mickey told him. 

“Is the waterpark far from here?” 

“No, It’s right there. See?” Mickey scooted over to Ian’s seat and pointed out the window. Ian felt butterflies at how close Mickey was.

“You see it?” Mickey asked, looking at Ian. Their faces were inches from each other, and Ian did not know what to do. He nodded quickly and looked out the window.

Mickey laughed at him. “You’re really funny Gallagher,”

Ian smiled to himself as he watched them pull into the waterpark parking lot.

The bus stopped and Ian heard Ms. Shelly call the back rows to come out first. Ian walked holding Mickey’s hand out of the bus. Mickey pulled him towards the bathroom so they could change.

Mickey kicked the door open. “Alright, you wanna change in the last stall, all the way down,” Mickey told him. Ian smiled and walked down to the last stall. It was very clean and Ian appreciated Mickey for telling him about it. As soon as Ian took his shirt off, Mickey walked into the stall with him. 

“What are you doing here?” Ian asked.

“Changing, what’s it look like?” Mickey said as he chucked his shirt and shorts off wildly. 

Ian could only giggle and take his shorts off too. They walked out together and Ian noticed some of the other boys giving them weird looks. But then they stopped, so Ian assumed they were probably just confused. (Mickey gave them all death stares.)

Ian smiled as they ran down the steps and into the pool. There were tall water slides and short little water rides that Ian wanted to try. 

Just as Ian got into the water Mickey threw a floatie around him.

“Keep this so you don’t fuckin’ die,” 

“Okay, Mickey,”

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Moving above the Underworld (1/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: I never saw Sand Castle and only know about Captain Syverson because of the Henry Cavill Character Rabbithole of Fanfiction. But I thought he would fit the best (visually), so I chose him.

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Warning: asshole Coworkers, This Series WILL contain dubcon! Wordcount: Around 2k

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„Finally, the last box is empty. Only took me- what- a month?“, the young woman groaned. Her back was hurting from lifting too much heavy lumber at work. “Now, I gotta get food in the oven and take my hard owned shower. And why am I talking to myself again? If he hears me, he won´t look at me all grumpy but as I am crazy as well. Gotta tone it down, Ellie.” Stripping her dusty work clothes, she made her way into the small bathroom of her apartment. It had dark gray tiles on the floor, with Creme-colored walls, a toilet, a bathtub with a shower, and a sink with a mirrored cabinet above it. Her washing machine and dryer were in a small adjoined room next door. “Still got to introduce myself to my neighbor properly. Now that he is back from his holidays. Guess I could bake something. What do I have in the pantry? What do I have… Flour, sugar, eggs, milk, chocolate, baking powder. Mhm...”, she continued thinking out loud while washing her longish dark-blonde hair and face, “I could make some Straciatella cake with chocolate topping and split one dough into two servings. I could do with something sweet for my breaks.” Ellie fought getting some dried varnish off her arms. “Tomorrow is Friday. That means he should be home when I get off work, right? I still can leave it at his door with a note either way.” Dressed in some of her most comfortable clothes and with her hair up in a towel Ellie ate her Pizza while also preparing the cake dough. If she sat down to eat, she knew she would never be able to get back up and get her shit done. “Note to myself: Get more painkillers at the pharmacy tomorrow.”, she groaned again when a sting of pain spread through her spine, “Would only be half this bad if the idiot would have helped me instead of taking like ten smoke breaks.” She had just placed the pan in the oven when the sound of a door closing and being locked reached her ears; her neighbor was leaving it seemed. He was always gone at strange and unscheduled times, and the woodworker wondered what his job was that he had no schedule. But she was too shy to ask. Not that it was any of her business. “Forty minutes to wait. Hope this works out.” ___

Before she left her flat, she quickly the molten chocolate over the cakes so it would be ready once she returned late that afternoon. “Let´s see if I can even move tonight. Would be nice though.”, she wondered aloud after one last stretch. Just when she wanted to open the front door it was opened from the outside. Her neighbor had returned. He was a giant of a man. Nearly two meters in height with shaved hair, a short full beard, and muscles. His arms were close to the width of her lower legs, his torso as wide as an old beer keg, and his legs fit the rest of that body. When Ellie had seen him the first time she had believed a god stood before her. Cheesy, she knew, but that was the first thought that had crossed her mind. As usual, he was wearing all black: Black shirt, trousers, and shoes. That showed off his tattoo-covered arms and the crook of his neck. He was no one she wanted to cross paths with when he was angry or in a dark alleyway. “G-Good morning.”, she greeted as usual with a small smile on her lips. “´Morning.”, he rumbled back, not cold but tired sounding. Listening to her music, Ellie made her way to the nearby subway station that would bring her to her workplace. Each day she traveled one hour to and from work. And whenever she had to make overtime, she hated it even more.

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“G-Good evening, Sir. I am sure- cut that- I know you know I moved into the flat a-above you a few weeks back. I- I had no time to introduce myself properly so here I am. Name´s Ellie Miller. I am a skilled Woodworker. Please let me know if I am too loud or do something wrong. And I can leave my number in case something happens.”, she stumbled over her words. Far too shy and nervous standing in front of her neighbor. “Mhrmm.”, he answered quirking one of his eyebrows. His gray eyes staring right into her soul it seems. “Oh- I. I made a cake as an introductory gift. I hope you are not allergic to anything.”, Ellie handed him the box with the cake, “I will leave you to it then. Ha- Have a nice evening.” Fighting the urge to bow (whichever), the woman turned and walked back up to her apartment, feeling his eyes on her back until she closed the door behind her. “That was scary.”, she breathed out, her back pressed against the closed door. The box was returned to her the next Monday morning, clean and with a note that stated: ´Thank you. Welcome to the house.´ The grateful smile that danced around her lips after reading those words only left when she stepped into the workshop and was met by her favorite coworker. He was in his early forties, friends with the boss, and believed women belonged behind a counter and not a band- or circular saw. But he could not get rid of her. Both her work ethic and the results of her work were perfect and not once a customer complained about her. “Boss wants to have a word with you.”, he sneered and Ellie sighed. What had she done now? “You wanted to see me, Sir?”, she asked once stepped into the office. “Your new tasks. Make sure not to mess them up this time. And no more leaving early. Now back to work!”, her Boss told her without looking at her at all. “Yes, Sir.”, she mumbled, taking the binders with her. She had three weeks to build a whole (though small) kitchen, one bedroom interior, one sideboard beneath a sink, and an office table. “Oh joy, over time. Again.”, she groaned, her head hitting the top of her workstation, “At least the table and bedroom are made of oak. We have enough of that lying around. Let´s get that done, I guess. No moving tonight again. Yayy.”

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It was the Saturday after she had finished the given tasks (with high praises from the customers) and was finally able to relax a bit. And that usually meant doing nothing (productive) all day long, wearing her most comfortable clothes (or sleepwear), maybe some baking, and reading. This time her choice fell on a simple but delicious apple cake with cinnamon-sugar crumbles, and so she got to work. “This one will taste incredible with some fresh whipped cream.”, Ellie hummed. She had last made it a few months back and she yearned for it now that she smelled it again. Her kitchen was clean, she grabbed a cup of tea and launched herself into her couch with the book she was reading at that moment in time. “DAMN. It smells like a bakery in here! I am getting hungry just standing here.”, a man exclaimed in the hallway. He seemed to have a Latin-American accent,” Didn´t know you could use a kitchen without blowing it up.” “My neighbor. She tends to do it often.”, her neighbor answered in a neutral tone. “Think I could ask for some?”, the first man asked and Ellie perked up. “We have shit to do.”, now her neighbor sounded slightly annoyed. “Spoilsport.”, that last mumble of the foreigner made her chuckle, and decided to put some cake and whipped cream in a container and hang it on her neighbor's doorknob. A whole sheet was far too much for one person to eat. Even though when that person was a bit chubby. Two hours later, she did just that, with a small note attached that read: ´I overheard you earlier. Sorry for listening in. I made far too much for one person, so please enjoy it. I hope it was okay that I placed it on your doorknob. I did not want to interrupt whatever you were doing ~ Ellie.´ From that day on, whenever she made something, she would put it in a container on a little stool she placed next to the stairs leading up to her apartment. And every time the container would be empty and clean the coming day. She did not do that because she wanted something in return, but because she loved to bake and share (it). Around that time Ellie started to feel like she was being followed whenever she left the house. No matter where she went. If it was to work, on the way to customers, shopping for groceries, or simply for a walk through the neighborhood. At first, the feeling was only sporadic and every other day, but once she had realized the feeling. She got more and more aware of it, but whenever she was to look around, no one was there that looked suspicious. Up to a point where she had anxiety attacks only thinking about leaving through her door. Two months into that situation Ellie almost knocked out one of the Coworkers she liked with a piece of wood when he had startled her at work. She apologized profusely and promised baked goods as an apology. He declined. But asked if she was alright. She told him yes, that she was simply overworked and ready for her days off the upcoming week. But of course, it should not be that easy for her. The last Customer was screaming to her, that she was a failure and knew nothing about what she was doing. That she should quit and be a housewife like a real woman would. It took everything for within her to not start to cry, and because she had managed to do just that, she treated herself to a ´feel-good´ hot chocolate. Again, the dreaded feeling of being under surveillance crept up her spine and she hurried home to order some food from a local Italian restaurant. With how her day had been, she needed her favorite comfort food. Exited for a calm(er) evening with incredible food, she opened the door for the delivery guy. Who was in his mid-thirties, with oily skin, unruly hair, and some dirt on his uniform. He smelled of booze, but that could be caused by the large stain on his shirt. It seemed like someone had dumped his beer on him. Not being one to judge someone who was looking the way he was, anyone had a bad day once in a while. Heck, she just had one THAT day. Her friendly demeanor left though when the man whistled lewdly and

started to make inappropriate comments. “Thank you, for your delivery, Sir.”, she smiled, trying to close the door on him. He put his hand between the door and frame to stop her from doing so and pushed the door open again. “What are you doing tomorrow? Say at 6 pm.”, he grinned. “Nothing of your concern. Now have a nice evening.”, she tried again but he did not budge. “Go on a date with me and I´ll leave.” Ellie just wanted to tell him off again when the main door opened again. “Your Car is blocking my spot.”, her neighbor stated after a second he needed to take in the scene before him,” Get it moving or I´ll call your boss.” “Sorry, Sir. Think about it Sweetheart.”, the man winked before finally leaving. “No thank you.”, the woman whispered more to herself than anything else, before addressing her savior, “Thank you for that. H-he did not take No for an answer.” “You good?”, he asked, his eyes roaming over her like he was looking for any injuries. “Yes, Thank you again.”, and with that, she returned to her kitchen to hopefully be able to relax. Part 2

AN: Thank you for reading! Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated!:)

[bubbleteacat]

Welp, took a while eh? ^^ I swear I lost motivation at some point but after people commented/messaged me, asking for part 2, I somehow got the motivation back to write this. ALSO I just noticed that no one said a word in the last drabble... let's say the last one was just... character introduction... yeah. NOW HAVE FUN WITH PART 2

Trigger warnings: Stalkerish behavior, violence mention, yandere behavior

[ See here Part 1 ]

You slept in the next day, mostly because you could use the sleep, and didn't intended to stream that early. If the power was back on that is. You still had to get grocceries before though. So, after rolling around in bed for a few more minutes, you finally got up and immediately went to check if the energy was back. And as you had hoped, everything worked perfectly again! Seems like you will have no problems to get live later! While you poured yourself a bowl of cereals, and shoved some inside your mouth, you looked through the news to see if there was any information about the blackout from last night. To your surprise there wasn't really any information. Just some news that the cause of the blackout was not clear, so they just said it probably was a simple technical error. How annoying. A simple technical error was the reason you couldn't stream. Wonderful.

After finishing breakfast, you got dressed, and went outside to the groccery store. It wasn't to far away, so you saw no reason to take the bus. You also had no car, but why should you get one anyway? You could walk to your job, and to the groccery store, and if you needed to go further there were always busses or the subway you could take. Besides that, driving sure was exhausting in the city. You silently walked in the direction of the store, not really paying much attention to anything as you were thinking about what you could talk about with the stream later. But you were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as a somewhat... eerie feeling creeped up your back, and made you suddenly stop in your tracks. It's the same feeling from last night when you went home. Like someone was watching you. It honestly wasn't the first time you had noticed such a thing. People had watched you before, but mostly because they had recognized you from your streams. You guessed it was just the same now. Even if this feeling was more... intense than the times before. You looked around, trying to find the source of said feeling but... there was no one staring at you. None of the people you saw on the street were looking at you. And as soon as you had looked around, the eerie feeling had disappeared again. Perhaps you had just imagined it. So you shook your head a bit, and continued on your way to the store. Perhaps you were still tired... You should make some coffee before the stream.

Your trip to the store didn't took to long, and soon you were back on your way home. You have around an hour left until you decided to start the stream, so you had to hurry a bit if you still wanted to eat something before you start. On your walk back to your apartment something caught your eye though. A small group of people, around your age or slightly younger, stood around someone on the other side of the street. You could hear how energetic they spoke. Was there someone famous around or what? It certainly seemed like it by how excited those people were. You craned your neck, as you passed by them on the other side of the street, to see who they were talking to... and you immediately stopped in your tracks. Oh. My. God. That was a Hank cosplayer! From Madness Combat!

"Holy shit! They look amazing! Uh, I wish I could take a pic."

You mumbled to yourself as you eyed the man in the middle of the group, who looked a bit confused from one person to the other. Maybe they hadn't expected that so many people would recognize the character? But the cosplay was amazing! The googles, the coat, the sword on their back, and just everything was just like how they had made Hank look like in the trailer! That's one really determined cosplayer, in your opinion. But you sadly didn't had time to cross the street, and try to take a picture with them. It would take to long, especially with all the other people around who probably had the same idea like you. A shame, really. But perhaps you see them again at the next game convention! So you hurried along, but not without looking one last time at them... just to notice the 'cosplayer' was staring at you. It was kind of strange, but you didn't thought to much about it. Perhaps they knew you from your streams. So you simply smiled at them, before continuing on your way home.

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You smiled at him. Hank immediately recognized you. The Player. His Player. Of course he would recognize you. He had stared for hours at the pictures of you that they had taken from the Auditor's office. And you simply smiling at him had the grunt rendered speechless. He could not move, not shout out to you. Everything around him disappeared, and the voices of the other people around him seemed suddenly so far away. You must have recognized him as well, otherwise you would have never granted him a smile like this, right? Maybe- Wait. Where did you go? The mercenary suddenly snapped from his dreamy state, and frantically looked around just to find no trace of you. Where had you gone? Why haven't you come to him? Roughly, he pushed some people, of the circle that had formed around him, out of the way, not caring for their complains, before making his way to the other side of the street where you had been standing a moment earlier. You couldn't have gone far. If he hurried up, he surely can reach you! And while he did choose the right direction in which you had walked off, you had already had disappeared into your apartment building... by which Hank rushed by, and down the street in a frantic attempt to find you again. But he couldn't find a trace of his player anymore... So he just decided to go back to Doc and the others to tell them about his encounter. Perhaps Doc has an idea how to find you again. So the mercenary returned to their new hideout in this world. The moment they had entered the world all of them had noticed that it was so different from Nevada. The colors, the residents. There were also beings in the sky, and also basically everywhere that they had never seen again. So, given that they were also very different from everyone, and everything here, they had decided to set up a base that is a bit more hidden. And they had immediately found something that should do the job. An old run down building. It had been boarded up, and it seemed like that no one had entered it since years. While it hadn't been perfect, it was fine for the time they stayed here. While they looked for you. The Auditor, and the other Employers, had entered this world as well. So they had to hurry finding you before they did.

Hank entered the building through the cellar door, that they had entered the place the first time, and went immediately to Doc's new office. Well, 'office' was perhaps a bit exaggerated. It was just a room with a few computers, some medical equipment (all that they had totally not stolen), and a few very old beds. Earlier when Hank had been here, everything had been still full of dust. Seems like they had tidied the place up pretty quickly. Surely with most of the help from Sanford. And the moment the mercenary had entered the room, Doc immediately started to lecture him. Ugh.

" Hank! Where the hell were you? I told you not to go out until we gathered more information! You- "

" I saw the player... "

That immediately made the other shut up, and just stare at Hank for a moment, before he found his voice again.

" WHAT??? Where?!? And why aren't they with you? "

He asks, fearing for the worst already. What if the Auditor had found you before they did? What if they-

" They saw me, smiled, and left... "

Wait, what? 2BDamned just stares at Hank for a long moment through the googles his mask. Confused but also relieved that nothing that he had imagined had happened. Apparently. Still, how could Hank have lost them so quickly? He was fast! Had he been sleeping or what? The 'doctor' let out a tired sigh, not even in the mood what kind of excuses Hank would make if he questioned him. At least they know now that the player was near. He was about to ask where the mercenary had seen you as Deimos and Sanford rushed into the room, with Deimos holding a laptop that he had snatched for himself.

" DOC!!! You need to see this! "

Deimos spoke, and shoved the laptop onto 2BD's desk, knocking over some things, but didn't seemed to care about that all to much. And as Doc came over to scold him, and be more careful... he stops in his tracks as he sees what was on the devices screen. A website was open. A streaming website. And there you were. Idly chatting with your chat, smiling, and apparently you were alright. Doc was taken aback given that it was the first time for him to see you move around, and not just in a picture. The others were also entranced, and did not say a word as they just stared at the screen, and listened to your voice. But Doc was the first one to rip his attention from the screen.

" Hank saw them earlier as well. "

" WHAT " " WHAT "

Deimos, and Sanford called out simultaneous, and looked at Hank who just huffed, and kept looking at you on the screen.

" Yes. He lost them, but at least we know now where they could be. The Player can't be to far from that place where he saw them. Deimos. Can you somehow hack into that system, and track where they are? "

The Hacker gave a sharp toothed smirk at that, and immediately sat down on the laptop to start to track your IP, and your exact location. Wouldn't be the first time he had done such a thing. But usually they killed the person he tracked.

" Sure, Doc. On it already! "

While Deimos worked on the laptop, they let the stream run on one of 2BD's screens. Though instead of doing anything productive, the others kept watching the stream, and you. Until the Hacker announced that he had successfully tracked your location. But instead planning about how to approach you, they kept watching your stream... until you went offline, and to bed. Just then they actually started to plan how to approach you... on the next day already. They really wanted to hurry up, and get to you first. If it was because they feared that the Employers got their hands on you first, or if it was just their own desire to finally meet you is debatable though.

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You surely had a blast at the stream yesterday. Sure, you did apologize to your chat that you hadn't been online the previous day, but they were quick to reassure you that it hadn't been your fault. You had also a few very generous new followers. Funny though that one of them had a name that is obviously from Madness Combat. They did donate a very high amount which had made you almost cry. You surely are getting that cool new headset, that you got your eyes on for some time, with that money! You got a bit earlier up that usual this morning. You had to work this night again, and wanted to stream again later before you had to head out. As you walked into your kitchen, to make you once more a bowl of cereals... you noticed that you finshed the box yesterday, and forgot to buy new ones when you went to the supermarket. Great. You really wanted some cereals right now... Maybe a short trip to the store again won't hurt? So with an empty stomach, you got ready for your short trip, before leaving your apartment. Not knowing that your vessels had also already went out to finally meet you. They were approaching your place from the direction in which you walked to actually. From where you had seen Hank for the first time. You didn't noticed the group that slowly approached you, and suddenly halted in the tracks when they laid their eyes on you, because you were more paying attention to your phone. Until you were standing almost in front of them. Just then you also stopped, as you felt eyes on you, and looked up from your device... just to stare at them as well. None of you said anything. Them because they clearly had no idea what to say, and you because you were amazed to see such accurate cosplayers of your favorite madness combat characters. After a few seconds passed, you opened your mouth to say something... but suddenly flinch heavily when a black car stopped right next to you and the group with screeching tires.

Confused you looked at the car as the doors opened... and two men in suits got out... But something immediately seemed off about them... They had sunglass but.

Where are their nose? Or ears? Their skin was also weirdly gray? They really did remind you of these agents in-

And then they pull out some guns. You gasp in shock. And suddenly they open fire on the group, and you.

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 5: Getting to know each other

2007! Raph x Female! Reader

Summary: It's been a long day, but you finally get to know more about the turtle.

Warnings: swearing

A/N: sorry for not updating in a couple days! Kinda forget about it, but I just needed to add a couple more things then I was done!

You were extremely tired by the time you got home. You had to take the subway, which was as usual, full of sketch heads. You fumbled with your keys when you arrived at your apartment door. You heard a door open from down the hall, making you look up. It was your nosey neighbour, Brenda.

"Oh hello there!" She smiled happily.

You smiled to be polite. "Hello Brenda." You quickly got back to fumbling with the lock so you didn't have to talk to her.

"So have you heard the news about this Nightwatcher? I think it's just crazy!" She said, walking over right beside you.

You cringed a little. "O-oh, yeah, it is crazy.."

"Well I personally think he should just stop, I mean it's the police job to do that kind of stuff! He's just putting more people in danger!" She exclaimed.

"Mmhmm.." You nodded before finally getting the key in the hole. "Well, I gotta get going-"

"And that whole thing about the police chase last night was absurd!"

"Yeah haha, ok I gotta-"

"Oh! And that new restaurant that opened in town, you and I should totally go some time for a girl's night!"

"Yes that would be great, but I really have to get going now." You finally managed to finish a sentence.

"Oh yeah of course, of course! Have a good night, hun!" She then turned away, flipping her hair as she walked back down the hall.

You groaned quietly as you walked in your apartment, slipping your shoes off as you relocked your door. You looked around. "Raph?" You called out, half expecting no answer.

To your surprise, you heard a "Through here!" With the gruff, Manhattan accent you had already somehow gotten used to, despite it only being a day.

You walked through to the living room to find him sprawled out on the couch looking at his sais.

"You're still here?" A hint of surprise in your voice.

"You said to stay, didn't ya?" He quirked an eyebrow up.

"Well yeah, I just didn't expect you to..."

"Listen? Yeah I get told that a lot." He said before throwing his sais down on the coffee table, then sitting up, winching a little but otherwise was fine.

You walked over and sat beside him. "What did you do all day?"

Raph shrugged. "Nothing really... I uh, took a bath earlier, if you don't mind."

"No of course not!" You smiled up at him.

He smiled a little back at you, before clearing his voice and looking away. "How was work?" He asked with a gruff voice.

"Eh, tiring." You shrugged, leaning back. He nodded. Silence fell over the both of you, until you decided to break it.

"So um.. when are you planning to go back to the sewers?"

"Depends, when will Doc Y/N declare me healthy again?" He smirked a little.

You giggled. "Well, you still need to let it heal, but... I mean, if your family is worried then it must be best to go back. Do you have first aid down there?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Don has some."

You looked up at him questioningly.

"Oh, he's uh, my brother. My other one is Mikey."

"Didn't you mention something about another brother?"

"Hm?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, last night you said 'my brother's are probably worried about them, 2 of them at least' or something like that. So do you have more than 2 other brothers?"

He chuckled. "Well, aren't you observant?" He sighed. "My other brother, he's the oldest, his name is Leo, but.. he left a while ago, and I think he aint coming back for a while. Cuz he has to be 'worthy' or some shit." He scoffed.

"Oh..." You didn't wanna pry too much cuz he seemed upset about it, so you moved on with a different question. "So are you all turtles?"

Raph nodded. "Yep. Mutated freaks. Well, I guess there's my dad, too."

"Is he a turtle too?"

"Ah... no, actually. He's not our biological father, um... he's a mutated rat. We're just a family of mutants."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh!" You then smiled. "Tell me more!"

He grinned a little, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

You both ended up talking for hours, asking each other questions. Raph knew he could trust you. Which was weird cuz he didn't usually ever trust anyone. But there was just someone about you that... he knew he could trust with his and his family's secret.

It was starting to get dark by the time you started running out of questions to ask.

You finally sighed. "Well, you probably wanna be heading back down to the sewers, huh?"

"Eh, yeah probably.. don't wanna worry my brother's TOO much." Raph chuckled.

You stood up and smiled. "Give me a minute, I have something for you and your family."

You then walked over to your kitchen area behind the counter, grabbing a random bag along the way. You started to pack some extra food you had, and some snacks for them as well as some drinks. You then grabbed a small piece of paper, writing your name and phone number on it before sticking it in the bag with the rest of the goods.

You quickly ran to your bathroom to grab your first aid kit and grabbed some extra bandages and gauze and ran back to stick them in the bag as well, just in case they ran out. When you were finished, you handed the bag to him.

He looked dumbfounded."Uh... Y/N this is great but I can't accept this, what about you-"

"Don't worry about me silly, I can buy stuff, you can't. Just... please, take it. My numbers in there too... j-just in case of an emergency or..."

"Or?" Raph tilted his head in confusion.

"... or maybe if you ever wanted to hang out again. You seem like a nice guy, and I would love to see you again other than just the news." You giggled a little.

He blushed a little. "Uh, y-yeah, I would like that too." He smiled. Actually being referred to as a guy and not a turtle mutant freak gave him a funny but enjoyable feeling in his stomach. After he realised what was happening he cleared his voice. "Well i best get going.."

"Right! Right.." You smiled awkwardly up at him while walking him to your window.

Before he stepped out onto the fire escape, he looked back at you. "And uh... I guess I should thank you, Y/N. You saved my life."

"And you saved mine." You smiled. "Ok go, before someone gets suspicious."

He smirked before jumping out, then somehow jumping off the railing and onto the ground on his feet, stumbling a little as the hand holding the bag came up to grasp at his wound. You heard him mutter "fck!", before running off into the night and disappearing into the shadows. You worried about him, but you knew he would be fine.

[pxgeturner]

I love love LOVE your movie party! and your whole aesthetic is just-- AAH!! I was wondering if I could do: miguel o'hara + "hands off!" please <3 tysm!

summer movie fest masterlist

you’re a freelance writer, who often sells to the daily bugle. you have a crush on the editor, who saves you from one of his creepy employees. who knew the pining was mutual?

an.miguel brainrot is strong. i meant to post this yesterday but queue got messed up. also thank you nonnie !! ur a sweetheart <3 this prompt was practically made for miguel 🤭

wc: 638

warnings: kind of aggressive & entitled (incel) man (not miguel), not beta’d bcz i was impatient.

you were talking to one of the guy’s at the daily bugle. you don’t remember his name, you don’t really care.

“oh really?” you laugh.

“yeah, i mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but it’s the jist.”

“i’m sure it is.” be nice, be nice, be nice. this guy really thinks you’re stupid, but you just have to wait until the editor comes out to tell you whether or not the piece you wrote works.

“so i was thinking–” the door to the editor’s office opens loudly, cutting him off. the large man offers you the paper.

“good job, the first draft was good but this is definitely ready for tomorrow’s print.”

“i’m glad to hear that!” am i being too obvious?

“excuse us, stenton, i’d like to talk to her on the way out.”

“yeah, uh, sure, sure thing, boss.” you mentally stick your tongue out at the weird guy. you walk with mr. o’hara.

“sorry about phil, he, uh, thinks he’s a ladies’ man.”

you snort and cover your mouth,“clearly,”

“i look forward to seeing your next story.”

“aren’t you lucky to have such a reliable freelancer like me?” you joke.

“i am, i really am, you’ve brought lots of new readers.” don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush!!

“i’m glad,”

“so, um,” he clears his throat, “when should i expect your next piece?”

“when it happens,” you joke.

“right,” he nods.

“what would it take to get you full time?”

“you know i’m focused on the novel.” he nods, and doesn’t push it.

the two of you reach the subway station, and say your goodbyes, and you get on your train. you lean your head on the glass, putting your hands over your face. you’re never gonna be able to tell miguel o’hara that you like him.

ha week later, you’ve given miguel a fresh story, and he’s dropped you off at the train platform yet again. you’re waiting for your train to come, trying to think of how you can tell miguel about your feelings.

“hey! cutie!” you cringe. it’s phil.

“hey,”

“how about, you and i go out for a bite to eat?” he puts a hand on your waist.

you step back and out of his hold. “sorry, phil, I gotta catch this train,”

“you can catch it later,” he gets closer to you.

“i’m tired and really just want to go home.” you apologize.

“c’mon,” he pleads.

“look, phil, i’m really sorry, but I’m not interested.”

He grabs your hand. “haven’t i done all the right things?”

“huh?”

“haven’t i been nice? a gentlemen? funny? interesting? strong?”

“phil, it’s not–”

“what– it’s not me? then why won’t you go out with me? huh?” he yanks you closer ..

you felt someone behind you, phil look up at them.

“hands. off.” miguel says in that gruff voice that leave no room for argument. phil does as he’s told and releases you.

“hey boss,” phil’s voice is the meekest sound you’ve ever heard.

“that is no way to treat a lady.”

“no– it’s, uh, not.”

“you’re fired.”

“What! WHY? i’m the best writer you’ve got!” he was starting to get his macho back.

“no you’re not. and harassment.”

phil tried to say something, but shut his mouth. he walked away, hands in the air. you took a deep breath and leaned on miguel.

“thank you,”

“i’m glad i came back.” you turned around.

“why did you come back?”

he’s blushing, rubbing the back of his neck“uh, uh, wanted to,” he clears his throat. is that a habit? “i wanted to talk to you, to uh tell you, that–”

you hold his hands between your two, “yeah?”

“that i’d like to treat you to, to… to, uh…”

“yes,”

he blinks, “yes?”

“yes.”

“my car–”

“lead the way,” you smile up at him.