#it got into his face and growled at him but went about his buisness

[sarcasticmothdraws]

Pros for Smokekat, the infected won't mess with him really.

Cons for SmokeKat...finding that out...

[peakyblindersxx]

come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you���ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

[awindylife-writes]

Voyage of the Damned Part 3

Relationships: the Doctor x reader, Astrid x reader (platonic), Astrid x Doctor (platonic)

Summary: Voyage of the Damned rewrite. The Doctor and you find yourselves on the Titanic, space edition. You meet Astrid and get ready for a wonderful day, but then a meteor shower hits the ship and it starts falling towards Earth.

Author's notes: There was a number of things l didn't like about this Christmas special so again, l rewrote it.

Warnings: a ship crashes, multiple mentions of dearth bc a lot of people die, Astrid dies

"It's for the Doctor!" Astrid yelled at Midshipman Frame over the comms. She needed to teleport NOW. "Y/n and him are down on deck thirty-one, alone, against all the Host and Gods know what else and they're doing it for us!" Silence on the other end. "It's time we did something for them," she ended her speech with a finallity.

A moment passed and she feared she'd failed.

But then, "Giving you power," came through the comms.

~

"Only one person could have the power and the money to hide themselves on board like that. And l should know, 'cause..." the Doctor trailed off. You stared at the strange compartment you had found on deck thirty-one.

"My name is Max," a voice finished for him. A strange machine with a head in it came through the smoke.

"Who the hell are you?" it demaned.

"I'm y/n, and this is the Doctor," you pointed at your friend with false cheerfulness, "Hello!" you wiggled your fingers in greeting.

~

"You wreck the ship and the board find their shares halved in value." The Doctor was spelling out Capricorn's plan.

"But that's not enough," you interjected. From what you've learned about them, mad billionares who were losing all their money didn't do things half-way.

"Oh yes,"  the Doctor went on. "'Cause if a Max Capricorn ship hits the Earth, it destroys an entire planet. Outrage back home!" he growled. "Scandal! The buisness is wiped out!"

The billionare's head nodded. "And? The whole board is thrown in jail, for mass murder!" His eyes shone with revenge.

"While you sit here, safe in the- what's it called?" you turned to the Doctor.

"Impact camber," he filled in.

"I have men," Capricorn gloated now, "waiting to retreave me from the ruins. And enough off-world accounts to retire me to the beaches of Enhaxico Two where the ladies, so l'm told, are very fond of... metal."

You were going to puke.

"So that's the plan," the Doctor growled in rage. "A retirement plan. Two thousand people on this ship, six billion underneath us, all of them slaughtered and why? Because Max Capricorn is a loser."

"I never lose," the billionare's head scowled in threat and your voice immediately rang out, mocking, "You can't even sink the Titanic!"

"Oh but l can, pretty girl!" he laughed. "I can cancel the engines, from here!" Red lights and alarms were suddenly flaring everywhere before you could spit in his face.

The Doctor yelled behind you, "You can't do this!"

"Host, hold them!" Caprocorn ordered in turn and began the Gloat 2.0. "Not so clever now, are you? Shame we couldn't work together, you two are rather good. All that banter and yet not a word wasted." The head sighed. "Time for me to... retire."

Ugh, you thought as you furiously tried to get free. That pun alone would be enough to kill a buisness.

"The Titanic is falling, the sky will burn, let the Christmas inferno commence!" Capricorn yelled in victory and called his minions. "Kill them!"

The robots brought up their halos and went for the Doctor's neck.

"NO!" You fought with everything you had but you were late, you'd be too late!

"MISTER CAPRICORN!" a voice you knew cut through your fear.

And it ignited terror. It was Astrid, sitting in a forklift. "I resign," she told the head and drove forward, ful throttle.

"NO!" the Doctor and you screamed, "ASTRID STOP!" "ASTRID DON'T!"

She didn't listen and rammed into the life support system, but its engine was too strong. They were equal and couldn't move each other.

You bit, kicked and screamed, anything to get free.

But then she caught your eyes with hers and everything stopped. There was an eternity in her face. She looked at the Doctor too but you still stared at her.

Then she turned away and stepped on it. The life support lifted and she drove on.

There was no sound. The world was mute as you watched Astrid go over.

You were suddenly at the edge, looking at her disappear into the fire. Someone was screaming. Someone was screaming and you wanted to calm them, help them.

Then you realized it was your own voice.

The world came back into focus. The ship was falling apart and the Doctor was silent at your side. He was staring at the spot where Astrid had disappeared. His face was pale and his eyes blank. You laid your tears aside and took his hand.

"We need to go," you told him, your voice wet with tears. He didn't move.

"Doctor, we need to go,"  you told him again calmly. You thought that was why he looked at you suddenly, and then stood up.

He rewired a Host with lightning speed. It took you each under one arm and off you went.

When you broke through the ceiling of the bridge, you were still in one piece. Arms you had used to shield your head were a bit bloody and you were sure there were at least two splinters in them. You don't look the gift horse in the mouth, even though you would prefer a different Christmas miracle.

"What's your first name?" the Doctor asked the injured Midshipman Frame.

He answered in confusion, "Alonzo."

"You're kidding," the Doctor breathed as a shocked smile spread on his face. You didn't know. You just didn't know anymore. You were drowing in the emptiness inside you but his name was Alonzo.

"Allons-y, Alonzo!" the Doctor yelled and you held on tight. You didn't scream. You didn't even open your mouth. There was nothing anymore.

The Doctor whoohooed when he managed to right the course of the ship and you were just there. Were you there? Astrid wasn't. And that was what mattered in the end.

~

"TELEPORT!" the Doctor yelled and it didn't matter. "Y/N, SHE WAS WEARING A TELEPORT BRACELET!!!"

That woke you up. You ran faster than ever before, to the main deck where the teleport was.

"Brixton, sonic," the Doctor demanded from the billionare and caught it as it was thrown. "Mister Copper, the teleports, have they got an emergency setting??"

"I don't know, they should have?"

"She fell, Mister Copper, she fell!" the Doctor told him while pulling apart the machine like a madman. "What's the emergency code?"

The billionare interjected, "What the hell are you doing?"

"We can bring her back!" you yelled with everything in you.

The historian explained, "If a passenger has an accident on shore leave, their molecules are automatically suspended so they're in stasis, so if you just trigger the shift..."

"THERE!!!" the Doctor screamed and flicked the switch.

And there was your Astrid.

"Falling..." You could hear her voice!

"Only halfway there, come on!" The Doctor wasn't finished with the teleporter.

"I keep falling!" She was scared. Your friend was scared and you wanted nothing but to calm her. You carefully walked up to her and took hold of her hand. It felt like holding warm smoke.

There were tears on your cheeks already, again.

"If l can find the molecule grid, boost the restoration matrix and-" The computer snapped and threw sparks. "NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!" the Doctor screamed in desparation, "need more phase containment-"

You sobbed, but you knew what was coming. You just looked at your Astrid Pith, into her crystal blue eyes and sushed her. "Hey, hey Astrid, it's alright. It's me, it's y/n, remember? You're alright. l've got you," you promised with a voice as soft as sunlight.

She didn't look as scared as before. Then, so slowly you thought you were imagining it, she looked at you.

"Let her go," you could hear the historian and you sobbed again.

But then Astrid's voice cut through. "Stop me falling?" she asked and you nodded. You found her gaze with yours and promised her, "Anything."

"She's just atoms," you heard Mister Copper from behind you. "An echo with a ghost of consciousness."

"She's stardust," you concluded as your voice broke. "You hear that Astrid?" you asked, still looking into her blue eyes."You're stardust."

She didn't seem to hear, so you did the only thing you could think of.

"There's an old tradition," you told her and softly kissed her cheek. Then you kissed the other, and then her forehead.

"You dreamt of traveling," the Doctor came to stand beside you. You were still sobbing when you pulled away from her and you didn't try to stop. There was no one there you needed to save face for.

"Now you can travel forever," you told her. You knew what the Doctor would do, and your eyes didn't leave hers for a moment.

You heard him soothe her, "You're not falling Astrid."

"You're flying," you both said in one voice.

You watched as she floated away, through the window into the universe.

Then you turned to the Doctor and buried your face in his chest as you both cried.

~

"I transferred all my shares to Max Capricorn's rivals. It's made me rich," the billionare Brixton admitted, disbelieving.

You were empty, and you were tired. That was the only reason why you didn't tear this man limb from limb. Astrid was dead.

"Mister Copper," the Doctor's voice woke you up. "I think, you deserve one of these."

You turned around and saw him holding a teleport bracelet out to the historian. Then, after the latter took it, he slipped one on your wrist. He took your hand and suddenly you were standing in the snow.

~

"But l can have a house, and a garden and-" You couldn't help but smile a little. At least Mister Copper would be alright.

The Doctor yelled after him, "Where are you going?"

"I have no idea!" the man replied in joy.

"Well, we don't either," your alien smiled gently at you and you tried to smile back, you really did. He looked at you, his brown eyes full of sorrow, and pulled you to him. You held onto him tightly as he hugged you.

"But! Y/N!" the historian yelled and you turned in his direction.

"I won't forget her," he promised you. You were tired, so so tired, so you just nodded. "Thank you," you told Mister Copper for her. "We won't either."

"We won't," the Doctor assured you softly, just to be sure.

Then he opened the TARDIS door and stepped into your home after you. You walked up the way and then stood in front of the controls, lost.

The Doctor walked up behind you and decided he would do anything, anything to keep away the blank look in your eyes. He turned to you and pulled you to him again. You let him, your movements sluggish and dazed.

"I've got you," he assured you. "I've got you, y/n. You aren't alone, and you aren't lost. You've got me." And that was enough. You sobbed into his chest, you didn't know for which time today.

But this was different. This was yours, and you clung to the Doctor as everything in you came to the surface.

His tears joined yours. He'd lost Astrid too, and he hated seeing you in pain. He slowly brought both of you down to kneel when you were too tired to stand.

And that was it. That was what you needed and that was what you had. You would be alright. In time, you would be alright.

[jaedreaminn]

Desperate Much?

Pairings: Ten x Reader.

Theme: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, family, sad, happy ending. (Life is still going on)

Characters: Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Donghyuck, Jeno.

Word Count: 2k

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Ten wasn't like his 'brothers'. Infact he wasn't ever their brother, he was their cousin. His dad was the one who inherited the family business and had settled with him and his mother in Thailand to branch out.

He had a happy and perfect life with both of his parents, but that was untill they both died unexpectedly in a car accident when he was eleven. And suddenly everything in his life was changing. He had to move to Korea to live with his uncle and his children, his father's buisness was now his uncle's buisness until Ten was old enough to take over. Until he could legally take over. He had to learn a different language, make new friends and start his life all over again in a very dysfunctional family.

He remembered the constant yelling between Mr.Lee and Mrs.Lee, having to sit by himself during those times when Taeyong would take his younger brothers Mark and Jeno and hide in his room, he remembered how Donghyuck would cry under the scrutinizing gaze of Mrs.Lee as she fought with Mr.Lee and the boy was stuck there not able to escape, the loss of the joys of family dinners that he was used to, the loneliness he felt. That was when he met you. You were his only friend in this country and even though he could barely talk to people you tried your best to talk to him despite the language barrier.

You were cheerful and jovial and very very clingy but he didn't mind that. You ate lunch with him and helped him with his Korean. You even made sure to stick by his side with the excuse of him being new here so he wouldn't get lost months after he arrived.

You were a blessing in disguise to him especially since it was so awkward with his cousin Taeyong at home and at school.

Time flew fast and a year had passed and he could speak and write Korean way better than before and lucky for him you were still stuck to his side.

In those trying times you were his only semblance of joy. The times in which Mark wouldn't talk at all, the times in which Taeyong would go around at the ripe age of twelve and hurt people with words so sharp that they would leave the school, when all Jeno did was look upto Taeyong and when Donghyuck started to act out getting himself in trouble so bad that he could have almost lost his life but no one cared.

It hurt Ten to watch all this happen but not being able to do anything about it because no matter how well he got along with the youger two, Taeyong would always pull his brothers away from him and take them to his room and well Donghyuck, he wouldn't talk to anyone at home.

But unfortunately all he could do was get used to this awful life, glad that you would quietly listen to him rant and then lighten his mood up with something silly.

He was mid rant one day when he spoke about how much he missed 'family dinners' that you interrupted him, "Why don't you have a dinner with your cousin's?" Ten scoffed at you and shut that idea down immediately but when he came home and saw how far apart everyone was he decided there and then that's what was needed.

So he forced Mark out of his room and away from his books, he pryed Donghyuck away from his bed, he bribed Taeyong and Jeno just followed his eldest brother and thats how he found himself at the diner table for the first time ever since his parents passed away.

"I used to eat dinner like this with my parents" he spoked but Taeyong glared at him, "I don't care"

"Look you want to be a brat be a brat but at the dinner table all feuds are forgotten and all hatred is gone, food is supposed to be consumed happy"

"What did your parents say that?" Taeyong asked, rolling his eyes.

"Nope y/n did!" Ten said with a cheeky smile, "Now c'mon dig in"

And so there started their first meal together with everyone silently serving themselves, "So we usually talk about our day at the dinner table" Ten smiled his eyes crinkling into two half moons. "I know none of you will say anything so I'll start, Teacher Park yelled at me for correcting him on his Korean today. I was so pissed" Taeyong snorted at that, "Yea that old geezer is weird"

"I know I don't like him either" Donghyuck spoke and Taeyong glared at him but Ten cleared his throat loudly and Taeyong sighed muttering an inaudible apology.

"I placed a fart cushion on his chair today" Donhyuck grinned proudly and collective snorts were heard across the table and Jeno chocked on his food as Taeyong patted the younger boys back. Mark was still eating quietly. Then Donghyuck frowned, "But he didn't like that..." He then put out his hands showing everyones his palms, "So he took me out of the classroom and hit me" Tens heart sank at the red bruises on the boys hands and Taeyong was glaring again but this time it wasn't at Donghyuck, "How dare that old rat hit a seven year old child like that" the eldest growled. But Donghyuck only smiled, "It's okay I'm used to it" he said and Tens heart broke at that statement and by the looks of it so did Taeyongs.

Something shifted between the boys that night and they all knew it. Ten came to school the next day boasting to you about the success of his first family dinner and how excited he was for the next one tomorrow.

He even told you the story Donghyuck had told him not knowing what to do and that very day you got detention for throwing your thick Oxford Dictionary at Mr.Parks face.

Ten still smiles at that memory, a tiny you standing on your bench, yelling out a swear word and launching the book right at the unsuspecting teachers face, nevertheless what you did got the principal's attention. And without making a big deal of it she started an investigation on the teacher.

You chatted excitedly the next day about how exhilarating it was for you to throw a book at that man's face and Ten smiled listening to you talk with animated gestures.

That night he was greeted by the sight of Taeyong silently treating their youngest brothers wounded hands while avoiding the younger boys adoring gaze.

And so life moved forward and Ten had new friends and family here in Korea. And of course you. At this point he wasn't sure if you were his friend or family or both. But you were you.

You were known in school as- The y/n. The y/n who had all of Ten's attention leaving zero for his admirers.

To Ten you were the y/n who made him happy, the y/n who made him laugh, the y/n with a beautiful smile, the y/n who held him as he cried, the y/n who would nag him endlessly when he didn't eat properly, the y/n who would latch pinkies with him and walk everywhere, the y/n who was exceptionally smart and savy.

His life was finally looking up, with you by his side helping him through it all. And slowly he was making new happy memories, like the day he got you all flustered for the first time, or the day Taeyong had put his foot down and finally dragged Donghyuck away from the fighting couple into his room along with Ten, the day he took you to the amusement park you wanted to go to so badly that you kissed his cheek and went running off to the roller coaster, the day Jeno who only looked upto Taeyong had asked him for help, the day he snuck out of the house at night to watch the stars with you, the day Mark spoke at the diner table for the first time, the day you tripped and fell and he got it on camera, the day Taeyong called him his brother, the day of their class picnic and many more.

But there were also bad days like they day he had his first big fight with you or the day Donghyuck had come to him crying and crying without ever telling him why or the day where both the adult Lee's decided to join the family diner and ruined it.

But even those didnt last because his fight with you ended with the two of your crying in each other's arms promising to never have a fight this big again, because the day Donghyuck cried so bitterly that it shook the entire house Taeyong, Mark and Jeno rushed in and it turned into a mini sleepover as they took care of the youngest who soon forgot why he was crying and promised to make sure he only laughs in the future. And the day that Mr. And Mrs. Lee ruined the family diner was the day all five of the boys snuck out to eat marshmallows and chocolate in the park. The initial idea was to make smores but none of them knew how to make a fire and they were all out of crackers.

Those were just a few happy moments with many more to come like the day he asked you out, or the day he and his brothers went camping together, or the day Donghyuck smiled a smile so pure as his eyes shone with genuine happiness or the day Jeno started to think for himself and made friends who were a good influence on him. And the day Mark started dating someone. (Ten genuinely thought by how quite the boy was he would have to force him to talk to people let alone date someone), the day he got his father's company back and the day he proposed to you on the banks of the Han river, under the stars with his family and closest friends there to witness the moment.

"Why are you smiling so big?" your voice interrupted his thoughts and his smiled widened even more at the sight of you. "Did you fart?" You asked him and he chuckled grabbing onto your arm and and pulling you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Nothing I'm just happy"

"Ten Lee I swear to god if you're on drugs then I want a divorce even before I marry you" you scolded playfully and Ten chuckled, "My only drug is you baby" he cooed and you gaged "Eww gross get a room" you said and he deadpanned.

"You're weird you know that y/n?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Clearly you knew what you were getting into" You smiled, teeth on full display with how wide your grin was.

"Obviously"

"Oh by the way, I handled your little mishap at work today and got a few things you were supposed to do tomorrow scheduled for later and the rest got done today so your free tomorrow the entire day" you said and he smiled at you looking at you so lovingly. He doesn't remember that one moment he realised he was in love with you, maybe there wasn't just one lightbulb moment where her realised he loved you. Maybe he always knew or maybe he gradually figured it out. But that didn't matter all that matters is that he loves you and you love him.

"Ahh what would I do without you?" he asked snuggling into your neck and you chuckled, "Let's never have an answer to that question okay" you said and he nodded, you were right. You were there through evey step of the way after his life turned upside down and he's sure as hell he doesn't want to find out what it would be like without you so Ten grinned placing a small peck on you neck, "I'm gonna take you on the best date of your entire life tomorrow"

"Desperate much?"

"Y/n I'm literally engaged to you!"

~~~

Lee brother's- A mini series

Previous Part: Lee Mark

Next Part: Lee Donghyuck

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 24!! Sorry it ends quite suddenly; the fighting went on for longer than I anticipated. @selfindulgenz @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88

Content warning!! Panic attack and violence are featured!!

Four solid turtles landed with solid thuds on the rooftop. Leo was thankful for the quick approach of sunset that cast the city into the shadows they learned to live by. One quick look around the rooftop revealed nothing out of the ordinary as far as Leo could see.

“Thought you said she’d be here Don?” Leo sighed. It wasn’t that he disliked going out of his way, not when the life of an April was at risk, but they couldn’t risk coming out when the city was still active.

“She should have been.” Donnie whispered, checking his wristband as his forehead wrinkled in concentration, “I don’t have footage of her leaving…”

“Well, you see a teenage girl anywhere?” Raph growled.

“Man, I was excited!” Mikey snapped his fingers, “This would be like the third chick I know! Hope she thinks I’m cute!”

“Who wouldn’t think you’re cute, Mike?” Raph snarled.

“Aw, thanks bro!”

“Guys!” Donnie said, his goggles now pulled over his eyes as he looked around the area. “I think I figured out our issue.”

The air around them was filled with the stuff. Like pink cloud of cotton candy betraying the faintest traces of Dimension X. He gave the goggles over to Leo so the leader could observe for himself. Leo became unusually quiet as he eyed the strange cloud, then gave the googles back to Donnie and stalked off to the corner of the roof to get what little privacy he could to mull over his thoughts.

“What’s Samurai Jack over there bummed about?” Raph huffed, his voice betraying the concern for his brother.

“There’s traces of Dimension X here.” Donnie explained.

“So? We already knew Bubblicious was back.” Raph shrugged.

“Yeah— we knew he was in his dimension, not that he could get into ours. If he can come through again, then he might be trying to bring the technodrome through.”

“So? We beat him once!”

“And Mikey was nearly cracked like a walnut! I’d rather not go through that whole situation again— it hasn’t even been a year!”

“Well we know what to expect this time so it shouldn’t be that difficult!”

Donnie opened his mouth, but then quietly reserved. “Leo— I— if Krang’s in the city still, I could probably track him?”

“What are the chances of that?” Leo asked, almost imperceptibly soft.

“Uh… not very likely… but if there’s even a small chance then…”

“Then you should try. Go ahead, then.”

Donnie nodded and set his tracker to work. 

The wait was the longest ten minutes of Mikey’s life. Granted, every minute usually passed like an eternity to him, but it was always a lot harder when he got like this. Always without warning, it could seize him and squeeze him tight like some icky, cold octopus. Or maybe it was like… the thing he couldn’t think of. Maybe he was still there and that’s why he couldn’t breath and that’s why his chest felt tight and painful and why the world was suddenly spinning circles. He wanted to sit, so he did.

“Hey bro, you good?” 

Raph’s touch was innocent enough, just a simple wrap of his arm around Mikey’s shell and a gentle squeeze, but for Mikey it was agony. It was like fire shot through his body and he just needed to run because if he didn't then his mind was screaming at him that he would die—

Donnie’s announcement came just in time to save Mikey’s life. “Hey Leo, I got a hit!”

That caught Leo’s attention. “Great. Where to next?”

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“I’m only going to ask this once more. Where are the turtles?!” Baron Draxum demanded, his voice booming with a robotic enhancement.

“Last I saw, they were in Nunya.”

“Nunya?”

“NUNYA BUISNESS!”

Cassandra laughed and pointed at Baron, making the yokai glare back at her with angry eyes. “You walked right into that one! Just like ligma!”

“Ligma? Who’s ligma?”

“LIGMA BALLS!”

Both Cassandra and April laughed that time. April’s eyes were forever trained on the orb. April had long since given up on escaping the restraints but she was still bubbling with fury at seeing her precious orb in the grip of someone so villainous. Cassandra had the artifact strapped safely to her belt. Yet still, for some reason, April laughed along with the foot soldier that could destroy everything she protected at the slightest whim.

“You are really getting on my nerves, little girl…” Draxum leaned over April with a threatening scowl, his lion-like features visible even through the new armor that covered him. 

“Why are you doing this?” April knew what she was doing. She had spent so long with Donatello that the drama and the tears came to her like the flick of a switch, the emotions on the outside not at all matching the inside. Outside, she was a mess of tears and distress while inside her mind was calculated and almost cold as she considered every possible escape. “I thought you changed…”

Draxum laughed. A cold, chilling laugh with no warmth in at all. No care for the fate of the teen in front of him. Caring only for his own self-preservation and willing to toss everything and everyone aside to achieve the goals in his mind.

“You seriously think thousands of years of being evil and I could switch to being all sunshine and daisies because some pathetic failure of an experiment asked nicely?”

April couldn’t hide her rage, giving a battle cry as she tried to lunge out of her seat. Baron Draxum pulled away at the last minute and laughed as April topped over, unable to catch herself due to her restraints and slamming her face hard into the cold concrete. Her war shout turned into a painful cry as the impact reverberated inside her skull and rattled her to her core. It took a few seconds of numbness before pain returned to her tenfold.

“Oops.” Baron Draxum laughed, “Sorry.” He laughed and raised his hoof to give her another solid blow, but the impact never landed.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

Baron Draxum looked up just as a massive figure came from the sky in a flip, a powerful kick landing on his outstretched leg and making the sheep bleat in a pain of his own. All April could see from her position on the floor were a set of massive green feet, but she didn't have to wait long before the chair was lifted effortlessly off of the ground and back upright, her binds undone with a quick flash of a pocketknife.

“Hi, I’m Michelangelo.” The massive green giant gave a dopey smile and pointed to his orange mask. “Like, don’t be scared dudette I’m totally here to be your prince in shining armor! Uh. With no armor!”

“Huh. Okay.” April had seen weirder.

Like she were little more than a sack of potatoes, April was lifted bridal style and carried away from the conflict by the strange mutant calling himself by her friend's name.

“Where’s Krang?” Leo demanded, aiming his katana at what he perceived as a mutant attacker.

Baron Draxum stared curiously. “You must be the Leonardo of this world. Strange. I imagined you smaller!” With the enunciation of the word, Draxum brought a vine down upon the leader and whipped him hard against the soft of his chest, sending ninja flying backward with the force.

Before Draxum could revel in his victory, a bigger force slammed into him and knocked him off his hooves, sending Draxum into the air a few feet. The yokai came down hard but turned his slide into a charge. Raph had his sai ready, deflecting the blows that Draxum tried to land on him while landing a few punches when the opportunity presented itself.

“Master Draxum!” Cassandra was momentarily distracted and Donnie took the opportunity to jump out of his own hiding place and swing his staff toward her. Cass caught onto the attempted attack from the corner of her eye and swung her naginata to intercept the blow, locking her and the mutant into a struggle. 

Cassandra dug her feet into the ground as hard as she could, dragging the turtle as close to the other spar as she dared before putting everything she had into a sudden turn that caught Donnie off balance and sent him stumbling into Raph.

“What the Hell Don—“ Raph lost his focus and Baron Draxum jumped, slamming both hooves hard into the giants chest to send him knocking into Donnie once more. Then a sudden ankle-swipe from Cassandra had them both on the ground tangled in each other's limbs.

Cassandra ran to Draxum’s side and they gave each other a fist bump.

Leo charged back into the fray with a blow aimed at Draxum, but Cassandra caught sight of the attempted attack and shoved her master out of the way.

“Master!” 

Leo’s charge handed hard against her and he didn't stop charging until he had slammed her into the wall.

“Cassandra!” Draxum, despite his years of experience, was dumbfounded by the sudden rescue from the general. He looked behind him when he heard another battle cry and spun to catch Mikey mid-jump, the vines wrapping around Mikey’s shell securely before spinning him around and tossing him carelessly. Mikey ducked into his shell before the impact and didn't come back out.

“You children are getting on my nerves!”

Raph and Donnie untangled themselves from each other finally and charged Draxum as a unit.

“Good teamwork.” Draxum brought his vines neck-level with the charging brothers and knocked them both flat on their carapace with their own momentum.

Cassandra was still too preoccupied with her assault on Leo to lend any assistance to her master. Leo was caught off guard by how weaselly the general was, zooming in and out and up and down and, by the time any of his blows were ready, she was already somewhere else. He didn't want to praise the enemy, but damn was she fast!

“Would you— stop moving?!” Leo was starting to get frustrated.

Finally, the soldier kicked off his chest and landed a short distance away on her hands and feet, shooting up quickly and brandishing her naginata. “FOOT CLAAAAAAAAN!”

She charged Leo again and flashed her weapon, the blade just barely brushing across Leo’s plastron before he was able to pull back and dodge the attack.

“Do not waste all your energy at once, general.” Draxum’s voice was surprisingly steady despite taking on Raph and Donnie’s attacks at once. He deflected another one of Donnie’s attacks and once more the lanky teen stumbled. “You need to work on your balance recovery.” Another attack from Raph that Draxum had been anticipating. “You need to mix up your attacks!”

Raph growled, “STOP GIVING ME ADVICE!”

[sunnysidevans]

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐌𝐨𝐛!𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Part One

Summary: Hugh Ransom Drysdale is the biggest mobster in Massachusetts with many connections, what happens if Ransom finally meets his match?

Warnings: swear words, nsfw , slow burn , angst , 18+ reccomdended 

Pairing: Mobster!Ransom x Reader

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long to upload its also super short compared to the other parts. I have linked part one if you’ve missed it. also, i did include a taglist this time so just let me know if you want to be apart of it. 

Nsfw under the Cut!

Third Person Point Of View: 

The room was full of tension. You could cut it with a knife, god a dull knife if you tried. The two bosses sat across from one another, her red bottoms on the desk as she leaned back and had a smoke, him sitting there bouncing his knee in anticipation of what this.. Women would have to say. How could this have happened to him of all people? Everyone knew not to mess with Ransom Drysdale’s business. He couldn’t believe that someone had slipped right under his nose, especially a woman like her. “So” she finally spoke up looking him up and down in his seat, almost.. Eating him alive, her stare was deadly. “How the fuck did you find me and my buisness?” he spat sitting up staring at her even colder than she was staring at him, she shrugged in response and sat back in her chair propping her feet back up. “You didn’t hide it very well drysdale, you do realize how to run a business do you not?” she sassed behind a smirk, knowing she was pushing his buttons. “You didn’t answer my fucking question little lady” he stood both hands on the desk infront of her, hovering over her, was he trying to intimidate her? She sighed in response and stood up “I stole it right from under your nose Hugh, how the fuck do you think I did it? Sucked a couple dicks and got my way? Oh honey no '' she laughed shaking her head pushing her hair off her shoulders standing fully her heels making her stand about at his shoulders. “Don’t test me you little bitch, I want what is mine back and I don’t care if I have to crawl skin and bones for it” he snarled, puffing out his chest making her laugh. She walked around the desk so they were almost face to face and laughed in his face sitting on the desk beside him, crossing her legs over the other “clearly you have not learned Hugh, You aren’t getting anything from me unless you work for it pretty boy. Mommy and Daddy won’t help you out with this one now will they?” she rolled her eyes but quickly gasped as he grabbed her chin, standing between her legs with a growl “you listen here you little bitch, I will get whats mine and if I have to have you on a platter I will, you picked the wrong one to fuck with” and he grabbed his coat and was on his way out the door before she laughed behind his back “You don’t scare me drysdale and you never will”. 

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The next few days were brutal on mainly Ransom's side of the table as he went through every single party he worked through to find what and how this woman snuck under his nose and got to everything he owned, well almost. Phone call after phone call was a deadend. On the other side of Boston, She was thriving, her new boots in one bag and another bag full of lingerie because, why not keep things interesting when you work with such, gorgeous men, some more than others. After the days in the office both minds were far from business, hers on the way his cheesy fucking cable knit sweater struggled against his broad shoulders and his on how no matter how badly he talked to her, she never backed down from him, never faltered once. Had he finally met his match? Someone who could finally stand up to the one and only Hugh Ransom Drysdale?

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Taglist: @hsmtmts-stranger-things-stan​ , @onetwo3000​ , @cristinagronk16​

just let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist in the future! if you read this far I hope you enjoyed and I apologize its so short, but part 3 will make up for it? ;)

[when-they-write-stuff]

For @theladyandthewolves because my inbox noped your ask/prompt out of nowhere for some reason.

❛ please … i have money , just let me go . ❜

Stiles didn’t go to a bar that night expecting to be kidnapped. 

He had struggled through an entire day of classes and Scott had promised to take him out afterward if he didn’t kill himself first. But then Allison texted and… well, Allison. That’s all that needed to be said about that subject.

Stiles hadn’t gone to a bar that night expecting to be kidnapped, but he really should’ve. Things like that always seemed to happen to him these days.

After his day of craptastic college classes, he just wanted to drink his sorrows away and unwind. And things were going great until the bartenders switched out and the woman opposite him took one look his way and proceeded to go all serial-killery.

Stiles had been nursing his rum and coke for about an hour now, so it wasn’t a refill he was looking for when she practically zoomed over. The woman had dark brown hair and sharp green eyes, and she looked a little scary if Stiles was being honest. He really didn’t want to make conversation.

She didn’t give him the opportunity to say no.

“Well,” the woman said, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning toward him. “What do we have here?”

Stiles arched a brow and chuckled nervously. “Um, hello?”

“You don’t look twenty-one, sweetie.”

A lump formed in his throat and Stiles fished out his wallet, showing his ID. It was fake, but it well done, and he’d never been caught before. Even if Scott did like to say he still had the face of a high schooler.

The woman looked over it and Stiles could tell she wasn’t impressed. But to his surprise, she didn’t kick him out, just passed the ID back over. Her smile was even sharper this time.

“Well, Mie—”

“Stiles,” Stiles said, cutting her off before she could even attempt to butcher his real name. “Everyone just calls me Stiles.”

“Stiles,” the woman said, eyes glittering. “What are you doing here, Stiles?”

That was not the type of question he’d been expecting. Stiles cast an eye around the bar, noticing nervously how empty it really was, and chuckled. If she decided to murder him, would anyone see? Someone would have to see. But surely she wouldn’t murder him. That’d be bad for buisness. 

“Uh,” he said, wetting his lips. “Getting a drink?”

“Is that all?”

Stiles really didn’t know how to answer that, so he just stayed quiet. The woman’s smile turned darker.

Before he could react, she was taking his drink and turning away. Stiles made a surprised noise of protest but the woman just waved a hand over her shoulder, grabbing a few bottles and filling it from an angle so Stiles couldn’t quite see his glass. 

“It’s just a refill, sweetie. On the house.”

Stiles’s heart was thudding nervously against his chest when she turned back and pushed it over the counter toward him. It looked like rum and coke but he still didn’t think he wanted to drink it. Except, from the look in the woman’s eyes, he was terrified she might rip his throat out if he didn’t.

So, putting on a grin, Stiles lifted the glass to his lips and took a drink. The woman watched and Stiles drank until the glass was half-gone. Then he set it down again.

“Thanks for that,” he said, starting to push himself up. “But I really should be going.”

“Already?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve got classes tomorrow and— Woah.”

The room was suddenly spinning and Stiles nearly tripped over his own feet, grabbing onto the counter for support. He felt like he’d done a lot more than drink a little bit of rum and as the room continued to spin, all he could do was sink back onto the barstool again.

His mouth felt weird. Like cotton. 

The woman had moved around the counter and Stiles blinked as she approached him. Fingers danced along his shoulder and panic started to build up in his throat. Stiles tried to say something— or maybe scream for help, but his mouth wasn’t moving. All that came out was an intelligent ‘hrrrrgh’ noise that made her smile.

Drugged, Stiles realized. He’d been drugged.

His dad was going to kill him.

“It’s alright,” the woman said, and Stiles could’ve sworn her saw sharp teeth when she smiled. “You’re just going to answer a few questions.”

He didn’t know what the hell that meant. But before he had a chance to protest, he was sliding sideways off the stool, surprisingly strong hands were catching him, and Stiles hear a whisper of other words before all he knew was black.

- -

Derek didn’t expect to come back to his apartment that night and find a boy tied up in a chair in the middle of the room. In fact, he didn’t expect to come back to his apartment and find that. Ever. 

For a moment, he just stood there. His keys dangled from his fingers and he was pretty sure his mouth had dropped open. The boy was clearly unconscious, heart beating slowly and a thin line of drool running down his chin. His wrists were bound to each of the chair’s arms and he didn’t look any older than twenty. Or maybe he was even younger than eighteen. Derek couldn’t quite tell.

 Derek stared for a moment longer and then snapped back to reality as Laura came strolling out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off on a dishcloth. She was smiling and raised an eyebrow as her eyes snapped from Derek, to the boy, and then back. Something mischievous danced in her eyes.

“Hey there, little bro. Have a good day off?”

“Laura, what the hell is this.”

“This?”

“That,” Derek said, gesturing in frustration at the boy. “It, him, whatever. Why the hell is there a teenager tied up in our living room?”

“Oh,” Laura said, smirking. She settled down on the couch and rested her chin on her hands, eyeing the kid. “His name is Stiles. I think he goes to Beacon Community College.”

None of that information did Derek any good. He stared at her for a long moment, not quite sure Laura hadn’t completely lost her mind.

“Laura,” Derek said carefully. “Why have you kidnapped and tied up a college student?”

“Smell him.”

Derek blinked. That had not been what he’d expected to hear. “What.”

“Smell him, Der. Just do it.”

Derek gave his sister a long look before moving toward the kid. If this was her idea of a joke, then he was definitely moving out. Except, when Derek leaned closer and took a deep whiff, he was yanking back in the second. The kid smelled the cinnamon and autumn leaves, and all of that was fine. But he also smelled like electricity. Electricity and the unmistakable scent of a strange Alpha.

“What is he,” Derek said in a growl. Laura smiled all teeth.

“Human.”

“But he smells—”

“Spark, maybe,” she amended. “One with an Alpha.”

“How’d you come across him?”

“He came into our bar.”

Derek felt his hackles rise and glanced back at the boy. His heartbeat was picking up a little and Derek could tell he was on the verge of waking up. Which could either be a good thing, or something very bad. “Laura, are you sure this is a good—”

Amber eyes snapped open and the kid made a noise between a squawk and a squeak.

This was a terrible idea.

“Oh my god!” Stiles said, trying to yank away. Except, he was firmly bound to the chair and Derek knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Clearly, the kid realized that too because his heartbeat picked up and his scent soured with fear. 

Derek wrinkled his nose and took a step back. Stiles looked at him in terror.

“Are you going to kill me? Please don’t kill me. I have money! A little bit of money. Please, just let me go.”

Derek gave Laura a flat look and she grinned, pushing herself up and moving over. Stiles made another noise of panic and wiggled around in his chair.

“We’re not going to kill you,” Laura said. “As long as you answer our questions correctly.”

Derek resisted the urge to facepalm. 

“Okay,” Stiles said, babbling. “Okay, okay, I can do that. I can answer questions correctly! I mean, as long as they’re not insanely hard questions. Like, I suck at math. But I’m really good at memorizing old and unimportant facts, so I’m pretty excellent in history. Are you going to ask me questions about history?”

This was such a terrible idea. Laura glanced over and her expression was nothing but amused. Derek wanted to say that this was all her fault. 

Then she turned back toward Stiles and flashed her red eyes, and Derek flashed his blue ones. Stiles froze, heartbeat picking up in pace again, and Laura’s smile widened. For a moment, the kid just stared at them. And then he picked up in his struggles all over again.

“Oh my god, oh my god, why is it always me? Why am I always the one kidnapped? How is that even fair?”

“Stop struggling,” Derek said, crossing his arms. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“And why the hell do you care, Mr. Werewolf? You’re the one that kidnapped me! Probably to kill me or something even worse.”

“There’s something even worse?”

“I don’t know! This is like an every other week occurrence now!”

Derek’s eyebrows flew up and Laura looked intrigued. Stiles finally stopped struggling after a few more tries, slumping in his seat and going lax in submission. But when Laura stepped closer, he flinched a little.

Derek wasn’t sure why that bothered him.

“So,” Stiles said, voice small now. “What is it, huh? You want to know about Scott and his pack? Because I’ll die before I hand them over. I just hope you know that.”

And Laura stilled. She glanced back at Derek, but he didn’t have any words. Gently, she laid a hand on Stiles’s shoulder. He shivered. “I told you we’re not going to hurt you.”

“But you do want to know about Scott?” Stiles sounded bitter. 

“We don’t even know who Scott is,” Derek said. “But you went into Laura’s bar smelling like another Alpha werewolf. Usually… that’s a warning of future conflict to come.”

Stiles looked at him in surprise. Then he glanced at Laura and tilted his head. “Laura, huh? Well, at least I get one of the names of my kidnappers before I die.”

Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m Laura and that’s my little brother, Derek. And he’s right. You should know better than to walk into a wolf’s territory smelling like another wolf.”

“Well I didn’t know you were a werewolf,” Stiles said in a grumble. “Although I guess that would make sense. You’re seriously scary. And strong.”

That startled a laugh out of his sister. Derek just narrowed his eyes and stared.

He didn’t know what to make of this kid.

“I seriously just wanted a drink,” Stiles said. “Guess it’s a good thing Scott didn’t come with me, though. Would that have started like, a pack war? Oh my god, would you have ripped our throats out?”

“Your Alpha would’ve realized I was a wolf,” Laura said. “But it wouldn’t have been good.”

“Oh,” Stiles said. “He’s not my Alpha. I mean, not really. He’s my best friend and I’ve basically saved his werewolf ass a dozen times these past few years, but I’m kind of distanced from the supernatural stuff. I still get kidnapped, but that’s just life, you know?”

Derek stared at him. Because that wasn’t just life.

Laura seemed baffled too.

“So, can you cut me out of the ropes now?” Stiles asked, glancing between them. “Because scary brows was right and I think I did hurt myself just a little bit. You tied these things really tight.”

“Scary brows?” the words tumbled out of Derek’s mouth before he could stop them. Stiles looked at him with a smirk and shrugged.

“Dude, the eyebrows. Very scary. A little sexy. Probably shouldn’t be such a turn on.”

And Derek felt his face turn hot. 

Laura choked on a laugh and leaned forward, slicing through the ropes with a claw. Stiles grinned, rubbing at his slightly red wrists. He pushed himself up and glanced around, before whistling appreciatively. 

“Nice place you’ve got here. So running a bar comes with some perks, then?”

“Some,” Laura said, sounding amused. “Sorry for kidnapping you.”

“It’s fine,” Stiles said, waving a hand through the air. He started to wander around the apartment and Derek didn’t know how to react to that either, as he touched things that didn’t belong to him and even poked his head into the kitchen before coming out with a grin. “It happens a lot.”

“You do realize it shouldn’t,” Derek said, the words spilling out before he could stop them once more. “Right?’

Stiles arched a brow at him. “I mean, I guess?”

“You guess.”

“Come on, dude, squishy human here! When you smell like the werewolf that people seriously like to attempt to kill for some reason, it just makes sense. I’ve seen witches, warlocks, and a fair amount of hunters. I think they’re the worst.”

Derek stared at him. For some reason, he wanted to snarl at those words. But at the same time, he couldn’t wrap his head around Stiles and the words that he was saying.

“I mean, it’s usually fine,” Stiles said. “I’m not dead yet, so…”

Derek didn’t know what to say and what to do. From Laura’s face, she didn’t either. Stiles finished his self-tour of the apartment and glanced toward the door.

“So, am I allowed to leave then? This has been quite fun and all, but I’ve got classes tomorrow. And I, uh, haven’t studied for my Psych exam yet.”

Derek wasn’t sure why, but the idea of the kid leaving now that he had admitted all these things made Derek uncomfortable. Next to him, Laura seemed to be thinking the same thing. Because shewed on her lower lip for a second before shaking her head.

“No, sorry, you are kidnapped now. Consider this an intervention.”

Stiles’s heart skipped a beat. He froze in place and studied them both before chuckling nervously. “You’re joking, right? This is a joke. Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I’m not kidding,” Laura said. “Derek, grab more rope.”

Stiles’s eyes rounded and he took a step back, throwing up his hands. Derek hesitated, giving his sister a questioning look, and she raised an eyebrow. But then Stiles was babbling again.

“Okay, okay, okay, look,” he said. “It’s really not that big of a deal. You can’t kidnap a guy for getting kidnapped! That’s counterproductive! And my dad’s the Sheriff. He’d be severely pissed and probably throw both of you in jail.”

Laura huffed a laugh. Stiles slowly lowered his hands.

“You’re not really keeping me here, are you?”

“The Alpha’s not your Alpha,” Derek said through gritted teeth. “But you still get involved and get hurt.”

“Well, he is my best friend.”

“Some best friend.”

“I’m sorry, Sourwolf, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Derek blinked at the nickname. Laura looked like she was trying not to choke on a laugh again and Stiles crossed the room, poking a finger into Derek’s chest. He resisted the urge to snap at Stiles’s hand. 

“Scotty would be dead a thousand times over if not for me. And don’t forget that I never ask to be kidnapped! If a bullseye on my back is what happens for protecting my best friend’s life, then I’ll take it. You don’t have the right to dictate my life!”

Derek glared at him. Laura quickly stepped forward.

“Fine,” she said, surprising them both. “You’ve made your decision, you can go. We’re not going to hold you back.”

Stiles looked suspiciously at her and slowly lowered his hand. He glanced back at Derek, then over at the door. “Really?”

“Really. Do you need a ride somewhere? We’re only a block down from the bar.”

Stiles eyed her again. Then he moved toward the door and placed one hand on the knob as if he expected her to suddenly change her mind. Derek didn’t know what the hell his sister was up to, but he really didn’t think Stiles should be walking out right now.

He also didn’t know why he cared. That was stupid. So stupid.

“Go ahead,” Laura said. Stiles twisted the knob and opened the door.

Derek could hear Stiles’s heartbeat pick up in pace as he placed one foot out into the hall, still watching them. Then he placed the other. He was half leaning into the apartment now and a small grin cracked across his face as he realized Laura was serious. His suspicious attitude melted away and he straightened.

“Well, thanks for the kidnapping then. This was fun, we should do it again! Except not. Because you both still scare me.”

Laura’s smile was all teeth and Derek just stood there. Stiles grinned at him, blowing a kiss, then the boy was stepping back, the door swung closed, and Derek blinked at it.

Then he rounded on his sister. But before he could get a word out, she lifted a finger.

Silence reigned for a moment. Laura waited for another few seconds and then sighed, dropping her hand. She started toward the kitchen and Derek chased after her.

“Laura, what the hell was tha—”

“I’m taking you off your shift tomorrow,” Laura said. “Also, Stiles’s jacket is in a heap next to the door. I trust that should be enough for you to find his scent again?”

Derek blinked at her. Laura smirked.

“If his Alpha best friend won’t keep an eye on him then we will.”

“You’re willing to do that for the kid.”

His sister shrugged and started making herself tea as if this as a normal everyday occurrence. Derek was pretty sure it wasn’t. But then again, he didn’t Stiles was a normal everyday occurrence.

“I like him,” Laura said. And that seemed to be that.

And… maybe it was.

Derek turned back to look at the door, along with the red hoodie that laid in a crumpled heap next to it, and he couldn’t believe this had become his evening. He hadn’t expected any of this. Ever.

But that seemed to be that.

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So, I didn’t mean for this to reach 3k words, but here we are. I had a lot of fun with the prompt! And honestly, I could see there being a pt2 or something. Which might have to happen at some point ;)

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[paradise-creator]

Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy,  snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music

Sorry if I was too long, then just ignore me, hehe~

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Flashes of memory

- Such a loser

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I'd match you up with

Bakugou Katsuki, Dynamight

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Sun drops

- Honestly it took me a LONG time to think who you would match with

- There was Momo, Jiro, Denki, and Iida. I just couldnt pick

- But in the end, I choose my first option, Bakugou

- With Bakugou, one is never bored

- His sarcasm and snarky attitude can prove to be entertaining!

- Though he may not seem like it, Bakugou seem like a type of person that will never do small talk

- He's more of a listener tbh

- At first the relationship may be rough but in the end it all works out

- Bakugo is a complicated character, it's hard to read him and that's what makes it exciting

- He isn't into pda but in private, expect some INTIMATE times

- AGRESSIVE COMFORT

- He finds you so cute and entertaining whenever you tease/Bully other people

- ROAST COMPETITION NO CAP

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Flashes of memory

Bakugou: Oi, Dumass!

Requester: Yes?

Bakugou: I Fucking love you so stop being a Dumbass!

Requester: I love you too and I'M NOT A DUMBASS

Bakugo: Your MY dumb

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Random guy: *Flirts with requester*

Requester: *Is trying not to kill the man*

Bakugou: TAKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DON'T FLIRT WITH MY IDIOT

Kirishima: Ah, here we go again--BAKUBRO DON'T KILL HIM

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Bakugo: OI, NERD

Requester: *ignores*

Bakugo: OI DUMBASS DONT IGNORE ME!

Requester: *Continues to ignore*

Bakugo: Fine! I'm sorry for gatting you mad

Requester: That wasn't so hard now is it?

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Such a loser

"Oi, I heard from Shittyhair you've been criticizing yourself to harshly again. What are you such a dumbass?" Bakugou yelled as she stomped his way towards his girlfriend. "And what if I am?" She replied as she looked away from her book. The brown haired girl was just peacefully reading in her dorm. Nothing much was really going on, she was just studying. She has the tendency to be harsh on herself. And with classmates like hers, it often happens. And as a Boyfriend, Bakugou thinks it's his responsibility and his problem that if his love is sad or hurt or insecure, he will make sure they are loved.

"Get off of the fucking floor and go to bed. We're gonna cuddle and you can't say no as an answer," Bakugo growled. The girl sighed and placed her book down, it's not like she wants to deny anyway. So they went to lay on the bed. Bakugo pulled her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around her." You idiot! Stop being harsh on yourself, dammit," He said as he placed his head on top of hers. "You are already perfect. That's why you got to shut taht pretty little mouth of yours and accept that you are," He added.

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Author's note

Hello there! Sorry for the wait, I was quite tired but here is the Haven box as requested.

[radiorenjun]

Pairing: Lucas x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Arranged Marriage AU. He had stolen your heart, but you weren't sure if you stole his with his constant cold demeanor towards you. You didn't know the reason behind his attitude before he went on a mission.

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You never understood why he was so cold and harsh to you. You understood that being the new mafia leader was tough, being underestimated by your subordinates due to lack of experience, but couldn't he at least be a little more kind to you?

You, the heir of a very powerful gang, was arranged in a marriage with the heir of the mafia. Lucas was his name. You weren't on board with the idea of marrying a stranger at first. But for the sake of your family and your subordinates, you tried to get along with him.

You started living with each other sooner than planned though. It didn't make much of a difference considering Lucas was always out for meetings and missions while you were doing house hold chores or being in your own meetings.

You, being the heir of the (l/n) company, you had your own things to deal with. Though, you cook a meal for you and your fiance from time to time, knowing he will eat it whenever you weren't around.

It hurt you whenever he was mean to you. But he meant alot to you, despite being so harsh, you found his rather softer side. You found him occasionally laughing and being a silly goof with his friends whenever he's not in meetings or whenever you aren't around and immediately going back to a serious leader when someone below his rank entered the room.

You hoped to see that side of him one day. For now, you were content with what you have, even if it means him being rather ignorant towards you. You still find the strength to keep conversations going and to make both your and his parents happy with the decision of arranging your marriage. The Mafia king needs a queen too, as they say.

And you were willing to try to win his heart, to claim it and earn that title instead of accepting the title as a gift. And you were willing to do whatever it takes, even when it costed your life to be in mortal danger.

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You heard the door open and slammed, making a loud sound that made you flinch. You turned off the stove, wiping your hands against the fabric of your leggings before walking upstairs towards his room.

"Knock knock" you spoke in a joking manner, knocking your knuckles against the wooden door lightly as you watched Lucas open a black suitcase on his bed. "Could you please not open the door too hard next time? I swear, the hinges of the door are coming loose because of that slam" you giggled.

Lucas spared you a death glare before going back to look through the papers in the suitcase. You slowly walked towards him, plopping yourself down on the mattress of his bed before grabbing one of the papers.

"Don't fucking touch that!" he barked, snatching the paper away from you before you had the chance to read it. You scowled at him, "geez, you could've just asked nicely you know" you rolled your eyes as you continued to watch him fumble with the papers.

"What are these papers anyways?" you asked after a moment of silence. "Important documents. Like you'd ever get that" he snapped, not averting his eyes away from the papers as he walked back and forth mindlessly.

"Just keep your nose out of my buisness. Don't need your petty group to join in my problems" he scowled. You let out a groan of annoyance, "surely you understand that?" he asked with a bittersweet tone, looking at you with annoyance tinted in his pupils.

"Asshole" you muttered under your breath. Grabbing the gold gun in the suitcase, examining it. Lucas let out a frustrated growl, pulling out his gun and placing it hard against your forehead. "Drop the fucking gun, y/n. Or I swear to God, I will shoot you in between your eyes!" he exclaimed, his jaw clenching tightly as he grinded his teeth.

You gave him a full expression, raising a brow. You were used to this side of him, the one that threatens to kill you with a gun whenever you angered him. But you knew deep down he would never actually do that, he doesn't have the guts to break the peace treaty between both powerful buisnesses.

"Lucas, love" you sighed, flipping the gun around your finger, teasing the trigger. "whatever you do. Whether you pull the trigger or not. There's always something that you'd lose" you smiled sweetly, dropping the gun in its place in the black suitcase.

His slit brow raised suspiciously, his pupils moving to look at the gun and back at your form which was smiling at him innocently and sweetly. "I don't give a shit about what I lose, (l/n)" he spat. Even after being engaged for six months, he still couldn't trust you? Rude.

He huffed, tossing the gun on the bed before pulling off the tie from his collar. "Mute all the complaints you have, Lucas" you smirked before he could even speak, "you're hanging back because of the things you lack"

"You better fucking shut up or I'll shoot you in the head for real" he grumbled, putting the papers inside the suitcase again before slipping it under his bed. "And I mean it, just because you have a gun doesn't mean I can't shoot you either" he said with a stone expression.

You gave him a two finger salute. "We're gonna order pizza tonight, I don't really feel like cooking today, okay?!" you exclaimed before you heard him groan, replying with an almost inaudible "fine." as he stomped out of the room angrily. You giggled at the sight. You may not have his heart, but he did have yours. And whether he likes it or not, your love for him will never end.

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You flinched when you heard the door burst open, the sound of loud footsteps echoing the room as you heard Lucas ascend the stairs and into his room. You sighed, you're really never gonna get used to that, huh?

You put a bookmark in between the pages of your book, put it on the coffee table before getting up to greet your so-called fiancé. You leaned against the doorframe as you watch him scramble all around the room, taking out a suitcase and dropping it on the bag aggressively.

His feet moving rapidly, his boots, which he had forgotten to take off, making loud sounds against the carpet rug as he walked back and forth around the room, shoving and scooping his once-neatly folded clothes into the bag carelessly.

"You're in a hurry. What's the rush?" you asked with a smile, you felt uneasy at the sight of him filling up a suitcase unexpectedly. "I gotta go. I got a mission to go to" he spoke rather abruptly, shoving his phone charger and heading to his safe.

"You're only joking right?" you laughed, your arms folded as your body leaned against the doorframe. You saw him look back at you with his typical serious look, "do I ever joke about my job, l/n?" he growled before pulling out his gun, checking to see if it's loaded.

Your mouth dropped open, "you're serious?" you asked, awestruck. "H-how long are you gonna be out? And where are you going?" you asked as you see him zip up his suitcase and brought the briefcase he slid under the bed a few weeks earlier, checking it's contents.

"Just for a while. A great vacation. A big opportunity for me to not see your ugly face and hear your whiny voice all the time." he chuckled at the thought, locking his briefcase and putting on the jacket of his tuxedo.

He quickly grabbed his suitcase and brushed pass you, jogging down the stairs. "Wait!" you call out, running after him all of a sudden. He groaned in annoyance, "what do you want now, l/n?" he asked with an annoyed tone.

Without thinking, you quickly walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. Your head laying against his chest as he stood there in shock at the action. His hands released his suitcase in shock, he didn't know what to react to the gesture.

"Hurry back" you whispered quietly yet desperately. Your voice sounded fragile and weak, almost as if you were begging him not to leave. This made Lucas' heart ache at the sound of your voice being so vulnerable. Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly as you nuzzled your head against his chest.

"And be safe" you shuddered. Truthfully you were afraid that something bad's going to happen. And you get a feeling that you won't be seeing him for a very long time. Surprisingly, Lucas let out a soft chuckle, looking down at you.

You look up, your chin against his chest as you stare into his eyes which had something that wasn't anger nor annoyance. A soft innocent smile was on his face instead of his usual scowl. His hand reached out to caress your hair.

"I'll be fine, l/n" he spoke comfortingly, reassuring you confidently. You smiled at this new side of him that you have never seen before.

Soon, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer towards his body. The other went up to caress your cheek with his thumb, the warmth of his palm causing you to lean against it and your hand unwind itself from his torso to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

You look up at him, your heart pounding against your chest. His eyes slowly darted up from your pupils to your lips repeatedly, unconciously moving his face forward and closer to yours. Soon, your eyes widen at the contact of soft lips meeting your slightly chapped ones, making you let out a small squeak.

Lucas' eyes fluttered close to enjoy the moment of his lips pressing against yours. You soon got control of yourself and kissed back, the grip on his wrist tightened as your remaining arm that was wrapped around his torso moved to wrap around his neck to run your fingers through his hair.

He let out a small noise of content when he felt your lips contracting against his, his hands that were around your waist moved up to caress your back slowly and soothingly. Before he could move to deepen the kiss, he quickly pulled back.

Your cheeks flushed red as your fingers mindlessly moved up to touch your lips. "Shit, I'm gonna be late for my plane." he cursed when he opened his phone, he quickly grabbed his luggage and briefcase before leaving without another word.

You collapsed to your knees, the moment that just happened before you had shook your to your core as butterflies swarmed in your stomach, your chest beating inside overtime and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you couldn't prevent a smile from stretching across your face.

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Months has passed and he still hasn't returned. You went to the headquarters to find some information about him, any news, any reports. Anything that could reassure you that he's alive and well.

For months, you worried and you longed for his presence. How he would get annoyed at you for doing the simplest of things and how he would snuck behind your back to eat your home-cooked meals or him barging into your shared home.

You tried to find any information about his whereabouts, where he was going or what was the mission about. But according to his subordinates, it was all classified, even to his own family and fiancé. Of course it was. This is Lucas we're talking about.

He will not contact you or see you and will hide things from you if it's really serious. Though, at this point you were just beyond worried for his well being. What if he got injured? What if he got shot and wounded?What if he got kidnapped and killed?

Millions of scenarios flooded through your mind, increasing your concern over Lucas. You missed him. Even though all you two do is quarrel over the silliest things and even though you rarely see each other, you missed him. You missed him with all your heart. But thankfully, you got other things to worry about.

It was past midnight, you were walking down the empty roads with a briefcase in hand which you just retrieved from an ally. You casually walked down the road, humming a merry tune as you swung your hands at your sides.

'Boss, we got something' the voice operator told you from your earmic. "What is it?" you whispered, pressing onto the button on the machine in your ear to speak to the operator with brows furrowed in concentration.

"Above you, boss. There's someone with a shotgun in hand" she responded. "Thank you, I'll deal with it from here" you said before turning it off. You looked up at the buildings around you, putting on some zooming glasses, the lense enabling you to see things that are far.

Your eyes widened at what you were seeing. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes well up with tears as you quickly tore the glasses off of you and dropped it to the floor as your eyes began to blur with tears. There he was. Lucas. He was on the rooftop of a tall building, a shotgun in his hand, locked and loaded. Aiming it's target right in the space between your eyes.

Lucas stared down at you, his eye peeking through the lense of the telescope of his gun. His eyes widened when he saw yours. It was bloodshoot red, welled up with tears as a small smile slowly stretch upon your face.

His jaw clenched at the sight, his heart skipped a beat. He hated the fact that you could make him feel things he never knew he was capable of feeling without even trying. He hated the fact that he worries about you. He hated that you had him wrapped around your little finger.

Lucas silently growled as his finger slowly looped around the trigger. He knew that the love he was in was never gonna end with her around. He wanted to let go of this love without hurting the both of them. Him more importantly.

He bit his lip as he saw your face painted with tears. His heart was getting heavy. It was tough, too tough, he wanted to make her go away. To make her run away from him. To make her despise him. His finger twitched as it hovered over the trigger, hesitant to pull it.

But he knew that would never happen unless she's out of the picture. He knew it's going to be painful and it's going to hurt him more.

Maybe if he breaks the both of them, they can get out of this love situation? Maybe if he just accepts the situation and live as a kind and queen in the mafia?

He let out a cry of agony as his heart clenched, whichever one he chooses it's he, who loses. Either he lose the love of his life or he loses his well and pride. Screw it. He was trapped inside a love he knows he can't escape.

He pulled the gun away and waved at you to come up the building. He saw you quickly run up to the building, causing a chuckle to escape his throat. Soon the door to the rooftop opened, revealing a very exhausted y/n with her face red with tears.

"Lucas!" she exclaimed, a wide smile stretching across her face as she ran up to wrap her arms around him tightly, sobbing into his chest. "Thank God you're okay! Oh my God, you're fucking alive" she cried, her fist bunching up his shirt tightly.

He wasn't expecting her to be relief at the sight of him. This made his heart ache even more now that he realised that you have been worried about him despite him purposely ignoring you over the pass few months and nearly tried to kill you. Yet you didn't make a move to avoid the shot or run away from him.

You just stood there staring at him with vulnerable eyes. Lucas' arms wrapped around your tightly, his head buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder as a tear streaked down his cheek. He was willing to go through hell now, if it meant that he would be this close to you.

"Im sorry. Im sorry, y/n" and that was the first time he ever said your name. A smile spread across your face as you pulled his head back to look at you, you saw that his eyes were bloodshot red and was already pouring tears like a tap due to the aching guilt inside his chest.

You chuckled before pressing the back of his head with your palm, pushing his face towards yours to make your lips meet. You're finally home.

[depressedkakashihatake]

what about t with lee and kiba?(?

This was a disaster.

"Akamaru, down!" Kiba yelled as he ran towards his dog and the poor man that the giant beast had just tackled to the ground "Akamaru, no we don't...get off of him!" He hooked a finger into akamaru's coller and tugged, trying hopelessly to get his dog off of the poor bastard.

"Ahh! No no that tickles!" Finally he managed to yank the giant dog off of the man, growling slightly whem Akamaru tried to return to his spot and resume licking the poor bastards face "urge, gross." The words were said with laughter.

"Sorry about that," Kiba reached out with his free hand, helping him out when he took hold of it "Akamaru is a bit..."

"Friendly?" That was odd. Most people didn't smile like that after getting assaulted by his dog. "It's ok. It was just a bit of a surprise."

"He's good at surprises." Kiba sighed "i hope he didn't hurt you though."

"Mmm? Oh no of course not!" He looked at the stranger cautiously. Who got tackled by a giant dog and acted like it was nothing? "I've gotten worse bruises from training with my sensei."

Oh, ok that made sense. A martial artist would have no problem with a dog attacking them.

"Training eh?" He smiled "prepping yourself for the day when dogs take over the world and tackle you to the ground demmanding hugs and pets?"

For a second the poor man looked confussed at Kiba's joke. But he seemed to understand quick enough, laughter replacing that confussion in mere seconds.

It was nice meeting someone who actually thought his stupid jokes were funny.

"Oh," he smiled when he realized he had forgotten to introduce himself "sorry, my name's Kiba. The monster is Akamaru." He held out a hand towards the stranger.

"Lee," a fond smile spread across his face "it's ok. I'll just have to tell Sensei that my outfit got attacked by an excited dog."

"I hope he's not mad at you for it," Kiba winced "i could..." Lee shook his head before he could finish.

"Mad? Gai Sensei loves dogs," he smiled "and he's used the excuse himself. His boyfriend has 8 of them"

Kiba's eyes went wide. 8 dogs? There was a human alive in this world with 8 dogs? He had to meet them.

"Most people get worried when they hear that," Lee chuckled at his reaction "if you want to meet them..."

"Yes," he nodded his head excitedly "wholey shit yes!"

Another laugh erupted from Lee "well, he's working at the coffee shop today, but i think he has tommorow off. I..." lee started to search his pockets franticlly, pulling out a small buisness card and holding it out towards Kiba "that's the dojo. He always visits on his days off and i'm sure i could convince Gai sensei to have him bring the dogs "

Kiba looked at the buisbess card in amasement "i take back my apologies," he whispered "my dog tackling you to the ground has ended up being the best thing to ever happen in my life"

[nctzendreamz]

Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me :: Part Four

Jaehyun x Reader Ft. NCT

Angst, fluff

A/N: The picture used to describe your fashion has nothing to do with your race or body type! It is only meant to show what you have on. Y/N is YOU! You are beautiful and goregeous and amazing. <333333

First you found out your boyfriend was rich, and now, as you approached the large mansion that was complimented with thousands of different plants and flowers, you definitely knew Jasmine’s parents were rich as well.

You slowly approached the large double doors. It was such a simple object, but it was still the most beautiful door you had ever seen. The buzzing of the doorbell made it even more memorable.

“Who is it!” A sqeaky, but familiar voice spoke through the intercom.

“It’s Y/N.” You yelled, trying to hold back a giggle. You heard a couple of locks becoming unhinged, and felt your eyes pop out of your head when you saw your friend. “Oh my goodness.” You whispered, immediately running into her arms and squeezing the life out of her.

“You literally look exactly the same! How is that possible!” She screeched as the two of you jumped around in a circle.

“Me? You look even younger than you did when we first met.”

“Woah.” You said in reference to the all white scenery in her humble abode, complimented with spurts of blue and yellow. “This is...this is beautiful. You live here?”

“That’s what I said when I first came to move in. I thought I put in the wrong address.”

Two twin boys crept around the corner, catching your attention quickly. “Hi!” You said in a sweet tone.

“Hello.” They said in unison.

“Cousins.” She said with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh.” You cooed. “Words cannot describe how happy I am for you, Jas. Like this is literally your dream come true.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. Now enough with the emotional buisness. Let’s eat!” She clapped, prompting you to follow her into the large kitchen where her large family sat. You could already tell which one was her mom. They looked like twins.

“Mrs. Kim.” You ran to her, bowing.

“You must be Y/N.” She smiled. “I’ve heard so much about you since we got our precious Jasmine back.”

“Yeah. Too much.” A long haired male choked.

“Shut up, Heechul.” Jasmine spat.

“Haven’t I already told you, you want no parts of me?”

“Excuse those two.” Her mother interrupted. “Heechul has no filter. Please sit.”

You sat down in the large chair, stomach growling at all the food that was infront of you. “Don’t mind if I do. Hi cutie!”

It was one of the twins from earlier. You just wanted to squeeze his cheeks. “I’m not cute. I’m handsome.” He said with his chest out.

Heechul sighed dramatically, putting the last piece of food he wanted on his plate “In a world where I live, I think you’re neither.”

“Shut up.” The other twin said.

“Yeah!”

“I will fill your room with every thing you’re terrified of.”

“Heechul will you please stop threatening the children!” Jasmine yelled.

“Will you get a job?”

You didn’t know what to do, and when everyone at the table began to laugh exactly the same, you were even more confused.

“Excuse them.” An older man said at the head of the table. Jasmine’s dad. Even in the early morning, his clothing was still luxurious. Silk pajamas complimented with what you assumed was his initials. “Please.” He motioned towards the food on the table. You put everything they had on your plate, and began to eat.

“This is so delicious.” You moaned out, taking a moment to truly appreciate the fine cuisine.

“Yeah whatever.” Heechul scoffed. “Let’s talk about why you’re here.” He smirked, “Looking for love? A one night stand to remember?”

“First and foremost, she’s not thirsty like you. Secondly, there are kids here, and lastly, Y/N has a boyfriend. That’s why she’s here.” Jasmine winked at you from across the table.

“Wait...you have a boyfriend? With that outfit?”

You couldn’t help but snort even though you were being roasted.

“I happen to like the casual look. It’s different.” Mrs. Kim said.

“Yes. His cousin is getting married this weekend and I was invited as his plus one.”

“He’s Korean?”

“Yup.” Your smile couldn’t be brighter thinking about Jaehyun. You knew if you looked at your phone you would find a text from him, telling you how much he missed you.

“What’s his name, by the way?” Jasmine questioned as she put some kimchi in her mouth.

“Jaehyun.” You said calmly.

Suddenly everyone in the room froze. Jasmine choked on her food, the twins dropped their forks, and Heechul looked as if he could pass out.

“Woah woah woah...Jaehyun who?”

“Jaehyun Jung...” you trailed off suspiciously, eyeing everyone closely.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Heechul gasped. “You’re dating Jung Jaehyun? Like top bachelor Jung Jaehyun?”

“Rich as fuck Jung Jaehyun? Like richer than anybody in South Korea?”

“We’re rich.” Her dad said, leaning across the table. “They’re richer.”

“He’s pretty.” The twins said in unison.

“Girl! His family literally built the Seoul we know today. They got old stacks! How did you meet him?”

“We met back in LA. I went to this festival that I didn’t want to go to, and I met him.”

Heechul looked more offended than you had ever seen someone. “Why are you so calm? You do realize that Johnny and Rose getting married is the equivalent of the Royal Wedding here, don’t you?”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes!” They all yelled together.

“Wait, does this mean that you’re going to the dinner tonight?” Jasmine whispered.

“Yeah. I finally get to meet his mom.” You sighed.

“Are you changing your clothes?”

“Wel I figured it was nothing wrong with this.” You picked at your clothing one by one.

“Uh uh girl.” Jasmine said, getting up from the table, Heechul right on her heels. “I will not let you fumble the bag like this. Get up.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Everything.” Heechul said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you upstairs.

Two hours had passed filled with you being forced to try on different outfits. There had been so many that you liked, but according to Jas and Heechul, it wasn’t perfection.

“Family, I think we found the one!” He yelled, clapping his hands in excitement.

You couldn’t deny it. This outfit was absolutely a killer. You felt yourself getting hot just from looking at yourself.

“Woah.” The twins gasped.

“Isn’t it so her, but not bummy at the same time?” Jas squealed.

“I have to say guys, I’m thoroughly impressed.” You said, twirling around.

“I wish I could see the look on Jaehyun’s face when he sees you.” Heechul dragged. “Unfortunately I have a date to get ready for.”

“So you don’t want to ride with us? After all this hard work?” You fake pouted.

“Well since you’re begging...” he trailed off.

“To the Jung mansion we go!” Jas yelled.

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

“Did you put in the right address?”

“I think so.”

“I mean, it makes sense.” Heechul explained. “You can’t be the richest family in South Korea and then live on the main road. It’s not logical.”

“True.” You and Jas said in unison.

“Shit. Are those guards?”

“Don’t worry.” You said confidently, remembering what Jaehyun told you to say. When you pulled up, you rolled down your window. “Good evening, sir.”

“Who are you.”

“Rude.” Heechul said from the back seat.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Boys we got a Y/N L/N here.” He said through his shoulder walkie talkie.

“Let her through.” The other man said.

“It’s your lucky day.” He smiled before signaling for the double j gate to be opened.

“Holy shit.” Jas breathed out as you drove around the long driveway.

You know you said Jas had the nicest house you had ever seen, but that was all in the trash now. This was the definition of a masterpiece. Everything about it screamed royalty. So many people were getting dropped off by their valets. You felt like you were in Hollywood. No, this was better than Hollywood.

“You’re actually dating a Jung. Like what the hell.”

“Yes I am.” You said in a scared tone. Suddenly all the pressure was trying to crush you. As you stepped out the car, a goregeous smile made you lose your breath. “Jae.” You whispered. In moments like these, it was like the only person who could hear him was you. He was in a velvet suit, complimented with a wrist watch you were for sure cost more than anything you had ever bought.

“Damn.” He came up to you, kissing you softly. “You look so damn good.”

You felt like a middle schooler as you couldn’t help but stutter. “Me? No..no...that’s you.” He kissed you again, and you could care less who was looking. You were on top of the world right now.

A loud horn interrupted your smooch, and also scared you to death.

“Sorry.” Jas said, leaning across the passengers seat. “Slipped.” She cleared her throat, and you knew what she wanted.

“Jaehyun this is my friend that I went to go see earlier. Jasmine. And her cousin Heechul is in the back.”

“We dressed her.” He said with a childish smile on his face.

“Oh really?” Jaehyun questioned. “Well I think it would be pretty rude of me to not invite two people with such great taste to the party.”

“Oh no.” Jas sang. “We should get home. You know... it’s dark and I can’t see.”

“You sure?” Jaehyun smirked, his dimples making an appearance.

“Well, you know I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay a couple of minutes? You know?”

“Yes. Just a few minutes.”

“Stay as long as you like.”

The two of them laughed awkwardly, clearly starstruck.

“Let’s go in, shall we?” He opened his arms for you to wrap your own around, and you allowed him to lead you inside. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Heechul and Jasmine going in the trunk to change out of their pajamas.

His house was the definition of a dream. You felt like you were dreaming.

“You really do look so beautiful, baby.” He whispered in your ear, kissing it softly.

“Are you trying to rile me up so soon?”

“Maybe.”

“Well well well.” A voice called out. A red haired boy was approaching you and your boyfriend. You didn’t know whether he was Lucas or Yuta, but you knew he was one of them because he was on complete model status right now.

“Yuta.” Jaehyun spoke. “Surprised you’re here on time.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not always late.”

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Well hello, beautiful.” He grabbed both of your hands and kissed each one. “You must be the Y/N I’ve heard so much about.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Like?”

“That you’re a model.”

“Oh babygirl.” A deeper voice spoke. “We’re not just ‘a model’, we’re the models.”

“Never forget it.” Yuta added on, fist bumping his brother.

“Lucas.” He introduced himself.

“And on that note.” Jaehyun grabbed your hand, leading you away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. They’re fun.” You said in a child like manner.

“You ready to meet my mom?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You took a deep breath, allowing your boyfriend to open the kitchen door for you.

“You’re fired!” A slender woman yelled. “I asked you to do one simple thing, and you can’t even do it. Get out.”

“What? I did it perfectly!”

“Not perfect enough. Goodbye!” She snatched the bowl out of his hands, and started to finish making whatever was in it.

“Mother.” Jaehyun spoke softly.

She looked up, angry eyes softening at the sight of her son. “Oh Jaehyun. You look so handsome.” She quickly ran and hugged him, clearly not realizing you were in the room as well.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said, grabbing your hand.

She took your hands from his, sqeezing them. “Oh...nice to meet you...Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard so many good things about you and I’ve been so excited to meet you.”

“I’m gonna let you two spend a little time together.” Jaehyun smiled, secretly sqeezing your behind affectionately before walking back to the party.

“So...how long have you been dating my son?” Her demeanor was much different now. She wasn’t evil, but you could tell she didn’t play about Jaehyun.

Your smile still dazzled. “Two years.”

“Really?” It wasn’t a question. More of a statement. “What do you do for a living?”

“I do hair. I’ve been working at a salon for almost theee years now.”

She moved back to her bowl, where she no longer felt the need to keep eye contact with you. “Is doing hair your passion?”

“100%. One day I want to open up my own salon, or maybe even do hair for celebrities. One step at a time though.” You laughed, she didn’t.

“How do expect to pay for that? You certainly don’t expect my son to, do you?”

“Absolutely not.” You answered quickly. “I actually didn’t know how rich you guys were until like yesterday.” Once again, she didn’t find your jokes amusing. Why was this so difficult? What were you saying wrong? “I would never ask him to pay for anything for me.”

“He paid for you to get here.”

“I had no idea.” You sighed in defeat.

“Hm.” Was all she said. You were about to try and ask about her, but someone came in. “Mrs. Jung, your husband would like to speak with you. He’s on the phone.”

She didn’t even excuse herself. She simply left. You needed a drink. Actually, you needed Jaehyun.

“How did it go?” He questioned as you approached him at the bar.

“She hates me.” You pouted, putting your face on his shoulder.

“No one can hate you. She was probably just irritated because of the guy she fired.” In reality, Jaehyun had no idea.

“That poor guy.”

“I warned you.” He kissed your forehead. “But don’t worry. She’ll warm up.”

You wanted to tell him about the fact that she seemed disgusted with your life choices, and also question why he wasn’t more surprised, but Johnny approached him before you could.

“I need help bringing in some drinks. Mind if I steal him?” He winked.

“Not at all.” You sighed. The minute Jaehyun was gone, you dumped your head on the bar.

“It’s frustrating isn’t it.” A voice spoke. When you turned around, you saw a face that you didn’t know could exist. He was unreal. “Trying to impress her only to have her shut you out.”

“Are you married to one of them?” You were hoping to make a friend who survived this, getting a chuckle out of the slim boy.

“She’s my aunt, but my parents are just like her. I could make a billion dollars and they still wouldn’t be satisfied because it wasn’t two.”

“That’s not cool.”

“What do you do for a living anyways? How much property do your parents have?”

“None.” You whispered embarrassingly. “I’m a hairstylist.”

“Even better.” He smiled, taking the last sip of his drink. “If it makes you happy, that’s all that matters. I think I’m the only one in this family that understands that.”

“Where there’s one, there can be many more.”

“True. Taeyong, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“I know. We all do.”

“Great.” You sighed in defeat. “Just great.”

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

“So, how did it go.” Johnny questioned as they closed the truck that held the last of the alcohol.

“Bad. I think. I should’ve did more to protect her. When she told me, I didn’t really sound like I cared even though I do. My mom is just-”

“Scary as shit.” Johnny finished for him.

“Exactly.”

“Johnny, may I have a moment with my son?”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, looking more terrified that Jaehyun had ever seen him. He ran away quickly.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes. I just wanted to tell you that your dad doesn’t think he’ll be able to make it.” Her voice was filled with sorrow.

“Oh.” Jaehyun sounded just as defeated. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah. Just got scheduled for more meetings. You know how it goes.”

He didn’t respond, deciding to listen to the sounds of nature around him.

“So about this Y/N girl.”

“I love her.” Jaehyun said before she could say anything else.

“Right.” She sighed.

“Did you not like her?”

“I just want what’s best for you. I don’t want you to end up with someone who’s only with you because of your last name or your looks.”

“Mama.” He grabbed her hands in his. “You raised me to be able to see who was using me and who wasn’t. Y/N didn’t even know about us and our wealth for two years straight. She loves me for me. I promise. I wouldn’t have brought her to you if I thought otherwise.”

“You’re right.” She shook her head. “Sorry for being so paranoid.

“It’s okay.” He took his mother in his arms, holding her tightly. “Just know that she won’t hurt me. And that I have good taste.”

“You said the same thing about Yuna.”

“When I was barely a man. It’s different this time. I mean it.”

“I know.” She said. She didn’t mean it though. If she had anything to do with it, you wouldn’t be together by the end of this wedding.

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

Hauntober Day 18 Toad

Witches

Geralt gets turned into a toad. Jaskier has to save him. Cross posted on Ao3. Gerlion/Geraskier rated T for implied sexual content and language. Enjoy!

Geralt had agreed to take on one final contract before returning to Kaer Morhen for the winter. The village had informed him that there was a creature wreaking havoc on travelers coming to and from the village, local villagers, and even the local farms. Unfortunately none of the villagers had enough information for him to piece together what it was he was hunting.

“Humanoid. Feminine. Lives deep in the woods. Possibly in a cave. What do you think it is Geralt?” Jaskier asked, pulling his travel cloak tighter. The wind was blowing wild and cold around them. It whipped their hair into their faces. The rain stung like bees.

“The description is too vague. You should have stayed in the village.”

“M’fine Geralt.” Jaskier said, glaring at the white haired man. Geralt didn’t even spare him a glance. He watched as glove clothed hands gripped Roaches reigns tighter. The forest was too dense to ride.

As they drew further into the woods the darkness seemed to encroach upon them. Geralt's eyes glinted in the darkness. Jaskier moved closer, the dark unsettling him. Geralt stopped abruptly and turned carefully. He cast an arm out in front of Jaskier and paused, eyes searching the darkness. His other hand came up to grasp the jolt of his sword.

“Geralt, what is—“

“Shut up.” He growled.

The next thing Jaskier knew he was flat in his back and Geralt was nowhere to be seen.

“Geralt?” His voice was pitched far too high.

“Geralt!?” He looked around the darkness. Roach was standing there looking at him and instinctively he grasped her reigns.

“Not funny Geralt. Where the fuck did you go.”

“Quew quew”

Jaskier stopped. What the hell was that noise.

“Quew Quew. Quew.”

He looked down in the failing light to see a toad sitting upon a pile of leather and Geralts swords.

“Shit. Geralt? Is, is that you?”

“Qurew, qurew, qurew”

“What the fuck?”

“Hahahaha.” A loud cackling pulled him from his fear induced staring. He looked up and locked eyes with a decrepit old woman dressed in animal skins and stained linen.

“Oh, uh, hello. Who. Who are you?” He licked his lips and glanced at the toad.

“My name be not of import, lad.”

“Okay… Uhm why are you out here?” He glanced around , subconsciously tightening his grip on Roach.

“Qurew, Qrew, qurew.” The chirping continued as the toad moved towards Jaskiers feet.

He glanced down and then back up at the woman with the wild hair.

“Are you a witch?”

“That I am.”

“Do you know what happened to my friend?” He swallowed against the dryness in his mouth. The toad turned around and hopped toward the witch.

“Quew. Quew, quew!” It threw it’s tounge out at her aggressively.

“Well then Toad, perchance I deem thee friend unworthy of my secret.” She turned to go.

“No wait!” Jaskier stepped forward, arm outstretched, “wait. Please. Did you, uh,” he swallowed hard,” turn my friend into a toad?”

“I did.” She said over her shoulder.

“Why? Will you turn him back.”

“Alas poor fool, I cannot return thee friend to his true form. The spell may only be broke by true loves kiss.” She winked at him, “good luck.”

He took a breath. “Wait!” But the witch was gone.

“Damnit.” He slid to his knees and looked at the toad, Geralt.

“Okay, this is fine. Jaskier you can do this. Well just fine Yennefer. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Okay. Roach, we're going to find Yennefer.” He leaned forward and gathered Geralt's clothing into a bundle with his swords. He attached them to Roach, all the while listening to Geralt chirp away.

He took another deep breath and knelt to pick up the toad. He hesitated, how gross. He pulled out a handkerchief and picked up the toad. Geralt chirped louder and burrowed closer to Jaskiers palm. He sighed and looked at Roach.

It took him a long time to navigate his way back to the road. When he did he looked at Roach again. She whinnied and nudged his shoulder. He sighed and whispered, “Thank you. Dear Melitele thank you.” He mounted her and headed back towards the the villiage.

Three days later Jaskier had not slept at all. Geralt was insufferably loud. He chirpped and quewd insesintly. Jaskier was exhausted and had no idea where Yennefer even was. He felt like crying and screaming and he get gross, Geralt insisted on sleeping on some part of of him. He shivered against the cold and the memory of toad skin against his. Then there was the worst he was concerned about contracting. Things just couldn’t get worse.

It snowed.

“Oh sweet Meliteles tits it’s cold.”

Geralt was flush against his stomach and it was everything he could do not to grimace as he inflated his gullet and exhaled with a croak. It was odd but he didn’t need Geralt to freeze to death. He grit his teeth and pulled his gloves back on. How the hell dod Geralt ever find Yennefer. She always seemed to show up when he didn’t want her around but now he needs her for Geralt and the woman is no where to be found.

Finally he came across an inn. He payed well for Roach to be tended and went to find a room and meal for himself. He was half way through a bowl of soup when he heard a familiar voice drawl,

“Is Geralt with you, poet?”

“Oh thank the Gods!” She stared at him.

“Jaskier?”

“I have been looking everywhere for you! There was a contract and it turned out to be a witch and she turned Getalt into a toad!” He thrust said toad out towards her face and she recoiled, all sound in the inn stopped as everyone turned to look at them.

“Qurew, qurew, qurew. Qurew!”

“So she did. I can see the curse. Did she say how to break the curse or am I going to have to figure it out myself.” She quit led and eyebrow to match her amused smile.

“True loves kiss. Which is ridiculous. I know I’m a huge fan of the romantic but come on!”

“Let’s go up to your room we’re getting stared at.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, “grab my ale.”

“Cranky much, bard.”

“Yes actually! I’ve been traveling with a toad for weeks looking for you. In the snow Yennefer. I could get warts! And he won’t shut up. Do you know the last time I slept?!?”

He stomped up the stairs,

“And my lute please!!!” He called back to her.

She blinked and obeyed. Alright then. Jaskier was pissed off not just cranky. She followed more slowly, the embodiment of grace.

“So why were you looking for me?”

“Uh you too love each other don’t you? And even if not your a sorceress you can figure out how to change him back. Can’t you?” Desperation colored his voice as he yelled Geralt back towards the mage. She took him, gently, from Jaskiers chilled hands.

“So you want me to kiss the toad.”

“Geralt.” He corrected.

“Qurew, qurew, qurew.” He chirpped between the two of them.

“This chirp is the sound he’s been making the whole time?”

“Uhm yes with me but not with other people. It was different with the witch and Roach and other people.”

The toad turned towards her and

“Quew, quew, quew!”

“That’s the one he used with everyone else.”

She laughed, “I’ll kiss him but it won’t break the spell. Also, Jaskier, you don’t get warts from touching toads.”

He glared.

“Kiss the fucking toad.”

She rolled her eyes and did so. There was no change.

“Have you tried?”

“Me!” He stammered, “wha- why- me.” She stared at him.

“One brain cell.” She muttered exasperation tainting her features.

“Just kiss the toad. I know you love him Jaskier. You don’t just follow a man around for buisness as long as you have.”

He flushed and took a large swig of his ale.

“You think I’ll turn him back.”

“I think you should try. Or, he may be stuck this way for some time.” She frowned looking down at Geralt. “Curses like this take some time to figure out.”

“Fine.” He grumbled and took Geralt back. He stared with a frown.

“Here goes nothing.” He breathed, “Just my dignity. Not a word to anyone Yennefer!”

“Not a word.” She nodded. “Kiss the toad.”

Jaskier made several face before quickly pressing his lips to Geralts head. He quickly thrust him away and reached for a rag.

“Ewwwww ohhhh.” He flushed Geralt, returned to his human form stood between them. Naked and glaring.

“Took you long enough.” He turned towards Yennefer and smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, now I’m going to go get some supper and leave you two to each other. I have a feeling you’ve got something to discuss.” With that she swept out of the room glancing between them with a smirk and a shake of her head.

“Jaskier. Where are my clothes?”

Jaskier blinked rapidly. He couldn’t get his head wrapped around what had just happened.

“You turned back.”

Geralt nodded.

“Because I kissed your warty little toad head.”

“Don’t say that again.”

“You love me?”

“Obviously. Do you think I’d tolerate you otherwise.”

“Hey! I’m good company!” Jaskier smiled and approached him with a gleam in his eyes.

Geralt tilted his head eyes soft.

“You. Love. Me.” He looked up at the Witcher and smiled.

“Want me to prove it?”

“ I won’t tell you where your clothes are other wise.” Jaskier smirked up at him and stepped closer. “ Tell me something first? How’d she know?”

“One of those sounds was a mating call.” Jaskiers eyes went wide and Gerar kissed him.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Summer, Romance, ToonTown Au, And Drama in " Cartoony Summer Shore Of Love"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CABIN PUNK!!" The Sound of the Inflamed Fox woman outside of her cabin where the Blonde haired, freckle face Guy runs out from her cabin as the Frying pan got thrown fly to hit his head real hard as he took cover as The angry Kitsune emerge from the cabin holding another Frying pan out of anger and the Time pause..

Saphira narrating: This is me,...I know your Wondering why I was So angry and Chasing my "Sorry excuse" For a Boyfriend with a frying pan for No Reason.  Ok, Lets go back where it all happens Shall we?

*rewind sound and stopped the Middle school part*

Saphira Narrates: AS you can see this is The young of myself... when Kim got braces and Me and My "Ex" Were a Couple at the time..I mean Sure.. he treats me right and Thought he was a Prince Charming and Love me for me Right? WRONG! You See after Middle School and going on Highschool...But Apparently.. My Love.. Just Turn Rotten Like Corpse.. I mean First of all he was Acting strange while at Camp Wannaweep twice.. and Missions.. oh yea.. Same thing.. after I Sacrifice to Protect ron and Others Every time.. But No matter what I Do Though.. They have the Glory and "I" was the One who's in the Hospital Paying my Price here with my Life... I mean.. I got No Visitors whats so ever..I mean its kinda sad though, I mean my friends were busy and all.. and I thought the World was Really a cruel things you know Believe it Or not. But During my Highschool time, I was pregnant Twice with my Twins.. and always Died when I was 5 Months pregnant.. I mean I don't get it why they died that Instant but I realized something after I went to the Hospital about I Don't know 115 times and Notice that the Abortion Serum was Missing and I had really Suspecting and the Doctors Doesn't know where it goes or so.. But I decided to Planned my Childrens funeral and decided to Find the Suspect So I Said to the Fellow Middleton Highschool student "If you Didn't come or come in late.. Someone is a Suspect of my Childrens Murder." And I knew Something was wrong because I Found that Abortion Serum container in the trash can and knowing that Someone Did it to my kids.. and If I really Found out about it.. Someone is going to be Hell to pay. Then My Childrens Funeral Came in and everyone except 3 of the guest who was coming in late was : "Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible and Bonnie Rockweller", I Had Suspecting Ron Coming in being late after the ceremony and I was asking "Where the hell have you been?" And telling him the ceremony was over and I have a Small Funeral party, i-it was Nothing Big or so and Then Out of Nowhere Ron Spoke very harshly about me Being A bad mother by Sleeping with other men.. I Could not believe what he was Saying to me was Unthinkable. I was Embarassed and I told him that he is clearly embarassed me. I said to him Clearly "Don't you ever say that infront of these "Good" people in the Funeral,  "If" and Only If I Did cheat on you with another man, What Kind of Mother Would the Hell I be?" I was Stern you know, very Stern... I knew he was Hiding something and Using this "false accusation" As an excuse For being late to the Funeral.. but then Month pass and he abused me during that time  and he Put me into a coma..for 5 months.. Oh god.. 5 Months..It was My Final Straw on me..After I came back from the Hospital by myself..and I Standing there, Being  really really angry at him for Doing such heinously on me and then before he Open His Mouth, I Spoke out "Thats Quite Enough from you Stoppable! I can't Believe you abused me and put me into the Coma For 5 months! This is my Last Straw From you! If I ever Hear you Bitching, Complaining and False accuse me again, So Help Me Goddess that I Will Make you Sleeping in the backyard Or a basement Because I'm Putting my Big Fat Foot Down." And Ron Knew He was In Deep trouble, He went Down on his knees And begged me Forgiveness....But I said I may Forgive you but I Don't Completely trust you at all and you know I meant Buisness with him.. But then it was Prom time..and Yes... I March my ass there waiting for his ass..because he Forgot to pick me up with a fancy limo as promised..but.. I found out that all girls was pregnant and told me that it was rons...I wouldn't believe it until well.. they were right.. I saw ron and kim Came in and Holding hands and my Goddess it was horrible.. the news grouped me and asking me sort of question.. So.. I was Flared up and Stormed to ron and Slapped him right on his face and all I ever do is Scolding and Chewing his ass up..and told him How much hurt and alot of Sacrifice that I've been through alot..and when I got home and I ask him a serious question and He confess and I made him sleeping in the basement till the babies is born because all these girls including kim and Bonnie are 9 months pregnant.. and I was Pretty Furious about it..after that the babies was rons...and now.. Here I am throwing frying pans at Ron out of my cabin for good.. and yes.. I kicked him out in the Harshful Violent Mannered.. Lets Continue Shall we?

*play the presents*

Saphira chased him away as she is growling and Slammed the Door. She was upset and Hurt at the same time.. She hears the News all over the World in internet, She was embarassed and Humiliation...But now.. She knew that She had to do...She wanted Revenge and Fake her death..She asked herself How.. But Simple, She can Falsify Her Murder by Ron..The only can do it is to use the Sleeping potions.. When she sees ron and Kim had finally happy together.. She use her spell to make them sleep.. She and her clones grabbed ron and kim and dragged him to her cabin and Saphira use Her Real Clone as herself..and then She Possessed Ron and other possesed kim.. where He decided to vandalized her unborns urns and her "real" clone confronted ron and kim and he pulls out a Knife and then killed her..and he said that he loved her money more than Saphira herself and her clone was dead...and then they disappeared covered in blood and then drives the car and went to the makeout point where the camera is Already filmed the murder..Then She took pictures as evidence and all...and then She packed her stuff and got her unborns urns and all and then She got on her Car and she change into her human version and then She calls the police as she is crying and she told the police that saphira was Murdered and knows who killed her.. So she gathered the evidence and voice thing..and then She rides off to the Police station and give them the tape and evidence of what they've done to her.. And then She Left Middleton for good..and head to toontown where She lives in the Life of Luxury but...Sadly..She was Lonely and Sadden But then She began to find a Nice Blind date and she found someone..and he wanted to meet her at the Lovely Restaurant called the Golden Dragons at the Good Side of the toontown at 6 O'Clock tonight..Then that Night, 

Saphira Dressed up so Lovely and head there..and then She was waiting For him when she was sitting in the Lovely Private Booth with the aquarium and then She sees him and waves at him and then he....

[theworldofmycreations]

Shredder’s Little Light Chapter 2

Aurora sat quietly with her knees on the floor coloring in the coloring book she got from the grocery store on the coffee table, her crayons from the faulty cardboard crayon box while singing along to a song playing on her little kiddy radio that Tiger Claw had found in the junkyard while scouring around and slaving over her father.

 It had been over a week since Aurora had settled into the church and already she made this church feel like home to her, even without her mother.

 In the morning, around 8 am, she would be woken up by Tiger Claw and treated to either a homemade breakfast or takeout breakfast from the nearest fast food restaurant by Xever, Bradford, or Baxter.

 After breakfast, Tiger Claw would help her get bathed, cleaned, and dressed for the day. Once bath time was over, Aurora was free to do whatever she pleased, which was mostly playing with some of her toys or watching cartoons on the TV whilst Shredder’s henchmen we’re taking orders and going on patrols until lunch came around.

 When lunch time came and went, Aurora had "quiet time" for an hour or two where she could either quote on quote read a book, or color, or take a little nap, or watch her shows on the TV until dinner was prepared or given to her via takeout.

 After her bath and brushing her teeth, Aurora would sneak down to the dungeon to chat or have a bit of playtime with Karai before she crept up to her room to go to bed before Tiger Claw could even reach the door of her room to bid her goodnight or read her a quick story before she went off to sleep.

 Sometimes, her routine would switch up a bit and instead of being in the lair for most of the day, Tiger Claw would take her out to the playground to burn off some energy, get some ice cream to cool off with the horrendous weather they've been having, or sneak to the community pool after hours to splash in the refreshing water.

 This was the case during the hours of the day; Aurora went to the park for the whole day and now she was coloring a couple of hours before bedtime.

 Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Aurora while she was coloring.

 The little one looked up from her coloring book and turned off the radio.

 The Shredder was standing over the coffee table with a blank expression on his face. However, what was different about the Shredder was that he was without his helmet and Aurora could easily see the giant burn marks on his face.

 Aurora put down the red crayon she was using and held up her coloring book to show her daddy the page she was coloring in. It was of a cartoon lion and zebra walking around in a jungle scenery.

 Aurora held up the coloring book and showed the page she was coloring to the Shredder.

 Shredder only stared at her and the coloring page.

 Aurora saw the look on Shredder's face and her smile turned into a frown and she lowered the coloring book, putting it back on it's spot on the coffee table and bent her head down in fear of her father.

 Shredder then turned away and walked down the hall.

 Now, she became curious.

 Where was his helmet?

 He never walked around with it on.

 Aurora put down her crayon and quietly followed her father and peeked in the throne room from behind one of the doors.

 In the throne room was not only her father and the Foot Bots, but there was Baxter, Xever, Bradford, and Tiger Claw standing before her father as he stood at the steps near his throne.

 “...find my helmet,” Shredder demanded, his growling tone demanding respect, but earning intimidation and fear. “Until it is returned to me, you will do nothing else. Nothing!” 

 “Uh, Master Shredder,” Xever spoke up hesitantly.

 “Can't you just get another helm-“ He wasn’t able to finish. The Shredder’s fist made a striking impact to the fish mutant’s skull, and he was thrown back a good way. 

 Aurora let out a small gasp when Xever got hit. 

 She wanted to go up to her father and at least get some attention from him by telling him off on how wrong it was to hurt Xever and fix Xever's injury, but she was to scared to do so. 

 The clunking footsteps of the Shredder’s armor approached Xever, and the Foot leader loomed over him.

 Her father began to tell the story of how Shredder’s helmet came to be. Aurora listened with attentive ears as if she understood but really she didn’t. 

 The Shredder looked to his soldiers. “I am sworn to protect it with my life. You will find it, and you will bring it to me.” The blades on his forearm swung out and he shoved them into Xever’s face. The mutant tilted his head to the side as the blades got uncomfortably close to his scaly skin. “Understand?” Shredder demanded.

 “Uh, Yes, Master,” Xever stammered his reply.

 The Shredder pulled back his blade to point at his followers. “Xever, you go with the fly. Tiger Claw, go with Bradford.” His soldiers bowed in obedience to their master. He turned away, walking to his throne. He stopped to give one final warning, “Do not fail me. I promise you, the consequences will be dire.”

 Aurora shrunk her head down a bit as the soldiers, Xever, Stockman, and Bradford left the throne room to prepare themselves to hunt for the helmet. 

 She backed up to leave to go back to her coloring until she bumped into a leg. 

 Aurora looked up and there stood Tiger Claw, his yellow eye glowing in the slight darkness of the hallway. The little one turned to face the giant tiger. 

 "Tigger," Aurora asked, "Wha's going on? Whewe's my daddy's hewmet?"

 "Apparently someone has stolen it from under our noses," Tiger Claw explained, "a man named Anton Zeck who claims himself to be a master thief according to the buisness card he left behind."

 "A fief?" Aurora asked,  "but why wowld he wanna steal daddy's hewmet?"

 "Probably to earn money or want power." Tiger Claw replied.

 "You can eawn monies by deawing?" Aurora asked.

 "Yes, but I would not advise you do so," Tiger Claw told Aurora, placing a paw on her shoulder, "Stealing is hate crime and you do not want to grow up to become a criminal do you?"

 "No siwee!" Aurora said, folding her hands behind her back earning a chuckle out of Tiger Claw.

 "Good," Tiger Claw said, "I'll be back within a few hours. We're all going out to find your father's helmet."

 "Ooh! Ooh! Can I come wif you an doggy?" Aurora begged, almost jumping up and down.

 "No Aurora, it's late at night and you need to start getting ready for bed soon," the giant tiger replied.

 Aurora frowned.

 Tiger Claw then added, "But, how about tomorrow I'll take you out to that aquarium that you've been begging to go to for the past week."

 The aquarium?!

 Aurora loved the aquarium! Even though she's never been to one… but she has looked at pictures of the aquarium in books and seen them on TV all the time and it looked super cool to her. All the fish and other creatures swimming around without a care.

 "OK Tigger!" Aurora said, "I be goowd!"

 "I know you will." Tiger Claw said before getting up and ruffling her hair.

 He then left the lair and headed for the door.

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"Dere are dowfins dere too?!"

 "In most aquariums, yeah."

 "Woah! Yowr lucky Kawai! Ife never been to an aquareeam before!"

 "Trust me Aura, you don't know what you're missing."

 Aurora sat on the floor in front of Karai's cell, wearing her new Bambi pajamas Tiger Claw had ordered from Walmart.

 Since she was alone with the exception of the Shredder, she had to skip her bath and head straight to brushing her teeth and putting on her clothing for the night before she ran down to the dungeon to talk with Karai.

 Aurora, or better known by her newly anointed nickname "Aura" by Karai as of a week ago, was talking to Karai about the promise Tiger Claw had made about taking her to the aquarium the following day if she behaved and got to bed on time. Karai smiled and then began to tell her about her experience in the aquarium she had when she was around Aurora's age and Aurora couldn't believe what she was she was hearing.

 "Oh, I awmos forgot!"

 Aurora got up from her spot and handed Karai a drawing she did.

 Karai smiled at the gift that her little sister gave her, "Aw Aura, it's a nice.. uh, what is it?"

 "It's da wainbow fish!" Aurora said, smiling proudly, "Tigger read me the 'dory befowe I went to bed yesderday an I dwew this fow you!"

 "It's beautiful Aura, thank you." Karai smiled.

 Aurora smiled but frowned a little.

 "Aura, what's wrong?" Karai asked.

 "… I showed daddy the colowing page I was dowing an he didn' say anyfing to me.." Aurora sighed, "I jus wan him to like me.."

 Karai frowned at the sight of her sister. She didn’t like it when Aurora was upset. She held her hand and rubbed it gently.

 "…Hey, don't get upset about it. Dad was just worried about his prized helmet being missing. Like I said, he's selfish like that." Karai explained. "He likes you… in his own unique way."

 Aurora understood and rub her eye a bit, it was getting late and it would soon be her bedtime.

 "You should be getting back up there, the others should be coming back any minute and it's almost your bedtime."

 "Kay," Aurora yawned, "An when I go to da aquareeam tomowwow, I's gowna tell you all abowt it."

 Karai smirked and replied, "I'd like that. Night Aura."

 "Nigh-Nigh Kawai.." Aurora said in between a yawn.

 She slowly walked up to her bedroom which had since been cleaned out and made to look like an actual bedroom, climbed into her bed, and drifted off to sleep clutching Barley close to her heart, dreaming away of colorful fish, dolphins flipping above the waves, dancing sea lions, and sharks with pointy teeth swimming around in giant fish tanks.

 Aurora smiled in her sleep as she dreamed that she was within all the fun, swimming on the back of a dolphin, holding on tight for a bumpy ride.

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A giant paw gently shook Aurora's shoulder, causing the little one to stretch and yawn.

 "Sleep well Aurora?" Tiger Claw asked as he helped her sit up on her bed.

 "Mm-hmm.." Aurora replied sleepily, rubbing her eye, "I dweamed dat I was swimming wif all da fishies an dowfins too. Awe we gowing to da aquareeam today?"

 "Yes Aurora," Tiger Claw replied, "Just you and me…. after breakfast. Now come, your waffles are on the table and I do not want them to get cold."

 Aurora leapt out of bed and walked beside Tiger Claw down the hall to the kitchen as she talked on and on about her wonderful aquarium dreams.

[timetravelassasin]

You Belong with Me~

Summary: Bakugou is Uraraka’s neighbor and is always there when she needs him. She later finds out that her Boyfriend Deku is cheating on her with her best friend Shoto. 

Author’s note: This is my first My Hero fanfic so I have no clue how it came out. Let me know what you guys think. Thank you!

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Bakugou sat at his bed like any other night. Music played from his speakers, music Deku never liked.He watched as she paced back and forth while on the phone probably talking to Deku. He could see her face morph into that fake smile she would always use when he couldn't hang out with her. She finally hung up on him and tossed her phone on the bed. 

"Hey Round Face," He called out thru his opened window

"Katsuki, Hi what are you listening to today," she asked trying to be cheerful.

"The usual band, so what's wrong," he asked staring at her face change.

"Drama, I'm tired Katsuki he doesn't want to do anything I want and is making up excuses," she sighed her smile no longer on her face. 

"Break if off why bother being with him when he's not even trying to be with you," he said annoyed. 

"I'm gonna go to sleep Katsuki. I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said closing her window and shutting her curtains close. 

Bakugou sighed as he shut his window and went back to listening to his music. One of his favorite songs came up and he jumped off his bed and started to pretend to drum in the air and sing to it. He never once noticed that she had caught him doing his dance and air guitar. The next day Bakugou got up and ready for school. He followed his usual routine and wore black jeans with a hanging chain, black t-shirt with a white skull and his usual black Court Graddik shoes. He walked out of his house to see Ochako walking down the sidewalk. He walked up to her and taped her shoulder.

"Good morning Katsuki," she smiled. 

"Hey Round Face," he said holding back a smile. 

"Uraraka," someone called out.

They turned around to find Deku pulling up in his car next to them. He had rolled down the window and waved at them. 

"Hi Deku," she greeted happily. 

"Deku," Bakugou said with a glare. 

"Come on Uraraka I'll give you a ride to school," he said cheerfully. 

Uraraka only smiled before getting into the car forgetting that Bakugou was still there. Once she was in the car Deku drove off. That was how the week went until it was finally Friday. Everyone would be at the football game while he stayed home. The house was empty and his parent's were away one buisness trip for the weekend and wouldn't be back until mid day Monday. Music played from his speakers as he thought of Ochako and what she was doing. She was probably at the game cheering on Deku from the stands. Ochako and Baugou had been best friends ever since his friend Kirishima moved. He knew everything about her from her living style to what she loves to eat when she is sad. He didn't realize he was in love with her until she started dating Deku. The sound of the door bell rining woke him from his thoughts.

"Who the fuck is at the door at this time," he growled as he got off his bed and walked to the front door.  He yanked open the door only to find a tear stained Ochako at his door fidgeting with her fingers. He looked at her closely to see she had been crying. He opened his arms out for her and she quickly ran into them wrapping her own around his waist. He held her as she continued to cry. He lifted her up and closed the front door before taking the crying girl up to his room. He set her on his bed and waited for her to say something. 

"What's wrong mochi," Bakugou asked using one of her nicknames.

"I was waiting for Deku outside the locker room after the game. I waited until everyone was out before going to check on him only to find him with Shoto. They were making out against the lockers," she hiccuped trying to explain what happened. 

"Mochi I've told you before he was no good," he sighed as he whipped her tears away. 

"I should of listened to you Katsuki," she cried softly. 

"It's ok Mochi, lie down we can continue talking about it tomorrow,"

Katsuki said as he let her lie down on his bed as he lied down next to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled up to him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo and held her close. They ended up falling asleep tangled up in each other. He felt her stir the next day. He peeked to find her staring at him moving his hair out of the way softly giving him a loving look he'd never seen her give Deku.  

"Morning Mochi," he yawned pulling her close to him.

"Morning Katsuki, I'm sorry about last night," she said looking down between them. 

"It's fine Mochi you know I would do anything for you," he said moving her bangs out of the way. 

They decided to get out of bed after a while and he escorted her to her house. They ended up finding Deku sitting at her steps waiting for her. He got up and a look of anger crossed his face as he stomped up to them.

"We need to talk, now," he said grabbing her arm and pulling her away from Bakugou. 

Katsuki wanted to do something about it but knew better than to get in the way of their issues. He made his way back to his house and started to watch movies in the living room. It wasn't until a few hours later that he heard the door bell ring. He got up and opened the door to find Ochako standing there her hands behind her back. 

"Um can I come in," she asked shyly. 

He stepped out of the way and let her in. She took a step inside and waited for him to led her to the living room. She took a seat next to him and waited for him to ask her something.

"Are you ok Mochi," he asked studying her. 

"Katsuki, I broke up with Deku," she answered looking up at him hoping to get a reaction out of him. 

"Finally," he sighed.

"I didn't wanna deal with him anymore plus i just realized I actually didn't like him that I was actually in love with someone else. It's you Katuski," she said taking hold of his hand.

"Mochi, you have no idea how badly I have been wanting to take you from him and keep you for myself. I've been in love with you ever since you kicked that dude's ass for saying rude stuff about me," he smiled placing his hands on her cheeks.

"I love you Katsuki," she said tearing up.

"I love you too Mochi," he said bringing her close enough to kiss her right on the lips.

The sweet taste of her lips made him just love her even more. It was funny how all it took was for her to catch her boyfriend cheating on her with another dude. He finally had her all for himself and that was all he wanted.

[different-as-it-ever-was-au]

DAIEW AU - Part 6

((Alright, I'm gonna be honest witch you guys. This part was finished for a long time, I just forgot to post it here. :P))

The Truth

Leo has never experienced a more unconfortable silence in his life.

Another one of Future Raph’s sighs interrupted it though.

They have been sitting like this in silence for the past seven minutes.

Future Mikey took a deep breath.

“Look, Raph, I-I’m sorry for lashing out like that.“ He hung his head down in shame.

Future Raph gave his younger brother a tired smile.

“It’s fine, Mikey. I kinda get where you’re coming from.“ His smile fell.

“You do?“ Future Mikey’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, I’m glad, that we finally found Donnie, and that he is alive. But he’s already keeping secrets from us!“ Future Raph huffed in frustration.

“Then why did you side with him?!“ Future Mikey snapped at his older brother in confusion.

“Because I didn’t want him to leave!“ Future Raph defended himself.

As Leo listened to his brothers‘ bickering, he let his thoughts drift to his unofficial twin from the future.

He was worried for this Donnie, but at the same time, he wanted to know, what is he hiding.

While he was thinking, his eyes drifted to the ominous door behind him.

He wondered, what secrets lay behind it.

And…does he really want to know?

How would they open it, anyway?

It’s not like a secretive person like Future Donnie wouldn’t lock the super secret door after himself!

And then it clicked.

“Hey, guys?“ He interrupted the two bickering brothers.

“Yeah, Leo?“ Future Raph shifted his attention to Leo.

“Should we go after Donnie?“

“I mean, we would, but it’s not like we can get through the locked door!“ Future Mikey motioned towards the mysterious door behind him and Leo.

“But what if we could?“ Leo smirked at his confused brothers.

“What do you mean?“ Future Raph managed to look even more puzzled.

“You see…“ Leo started to get off the old couch. “Our dear genius brother seems to be a tad forgetful. Doesn’t he?“

“Leo, what are you talking about?“ Future Mikey frowned.

Leo started to slowly walk backwards towards the door. “Because…“ He grabbed the door handle.

“He didn‘t lock the door.“

He pullled the door open with ease as his brothers gaped.

“What.“ Future Raph looked between each of his brothers and the door.

“Leo, you’re an absolute genius.“ Future Mikey was looking at Leo, still amazed.

“Oh, you know, it’s natural.“ Leo’s cockiness returned along with a grin at the praise, but that grin fell right off, when a loud crash echoed from the open door. A quiet curse was faintly heard afterwards.

Only when they all properly looked inside the door, did they notice the spiral staircase leading into a lower level.

“Huh…“ Leo exhaled.

Future Raph stepped forward.

“Let’s go.“

The staircase seemed endless, but maybe that was because they were going so slowly.

Leo didn’t complain.

None of them were sure, what to expect at the end.

Unfortunately, they could already see the last step of the staircase.

Future Raph suddenly stopped, also stopping the younger two behind him.

“Why did you stop?“ Future Mikey whispered to his brother.

Future Raph pointed at something in front of him, but then moved aside so the two behind him could see, what he was pointing at.

There were glass shards on the floor, some a bit bloody.

“Oh geez….“ Leo whispered to himself.

He almost didn’t want to go further.

Almost.

Each of them carefully stepped around the shards and looked around the room.

It looked like some sort of secret underground lab.

It seemed pretty empty and small, the only things there were a desk filled with papers and notes, a closed door and some weird huge curtains.

Future Raph stepped around the shards again to get to the desk and started looking through the papers.

Future Mikey joined him soon after.

But Leo wasn’t interested in some boring papers, he wanted the real secrets.

So, he went straight for the huge curtains.

He reached for one of the curtains, but before he could see what’s behind, he heard a loud sound to his right.

The door was wide open and inbetween stood a shocked Future Donnie.

“What are you doing here?“ He asked in a hurried tone.

“We came to see, what YOU were doing here.“ Leo responded cockily.

“That’s none of your buisness.“ Future Donnie’s shocked expression quickly turned into an irritated one.

“Donnie you’re our brother and we’re worried about you!“ Future Raph frowned.

Future Donnie looked like he wanted to say something but his older brother cut him off.

“Which makes your buisness also our buisness.“ Future Raph gave his genius brother a stern look.

The said genius didn’t say a word, he just gritted his teeth and stormed back into the second room, but before the door could shut, Future Raph stopped it.

He entered the room with a desperate call for his brother.

“Donnie! Why do you always--“ He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, when he saw Future Donnie’s terrified look.

He just now noticed the weird hospital bed right beside his terrified brother.

He froze.

His eyes went wide at the sight before him.

“Raph?“ Future Mikey’s worried voice cut through the silence as he folowed his older brothers into the room.

He came to stand right beside his oldest brother and gasped, when he saw the reason his brothers were so quiet.

Tears started flowing from his eyes, soaking right through his mask.

They heard hesitant footsteps.

“Guys?...What’s up?“ Leo peeked around the door.

“Leo don’t come in here.“ Future Raph said through gritted teeth.

Leo had a feeling the anger wasn’t directed at him, and as it seemed, it was directed at the terrified genius in the middle of the room.

“Come on, Raph!“ Leo whined as he tried to squish between his brothers.

“Just let me see!“ He tried and tried.

And finally, he got the distraught orange-banded brother to move.

“Now, what are you all so quiet abou--“ His words got caught in his throat.

“W-What?“ He croaked out.

But…that wasn’t possible!

“Donnie…“ Future Raph growled.

“L-Look, I can explain!“ Future Donnie took a cautious step away from his older brother.

Future Mikey pointed an accusing finger at the genius and stepped forward.

“Well, you better! ‘Cause we’re not fooling around anymore!“ He was furious.

“Is that…“ Leo couldn’t find the courage to utter the single word.

Future Donnie looked at Leo.

“Leo…“ He whispered apologetically.

He breathed out as his shoulders slumped.

Future Raph took a loud step forwards, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Yeah, that’s…that’s our Leo…“ His gaze drifted to the bed beside him.

“Donnie, start talking. Now.“

His previous calm manner was completely gone by now.

Future Donnie pointed his defeated gaze to the floor and sighed heavily.

“Four years ago, when I went to search for Leo on my own, I did find him.“ His gaze very suddenly shifted into a glare.

“He was unconsious and badly hurt. But he wasn’t alone. Draxum was there with him. He wanted to make a deal. He said he’d give me back Leo, if I didn’t ever see you guys again. Well, and as you can see, I took the deal. I had to act quickly, because of Leo’s injuries. Thankfully, I found this abandoned factory and made it into my hideout. I took care of Leo’s wounds, and had been waiting for him to wake up ever since.“ The quick explanation came to an end and no one said a word.

Future Raph broke the silence first.

“You know, Donnie… I don‘t even know, what to believe anymore.“ He quietly said and left the room.

The sudden hurt expression on Future Donnie’s face was something Leo thought he would never see.

“Why didn’t you tell us..?“ Future Mikey’s eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“I…was afraid. I feared, that Draxum would hurt you guys, if I did. And… I didn’t know, if Leo would survive this… I didn’t want to get your hopes up, only for them to come crashing down.“ The purple-banded brother looked at the unconsious turtle next to him.

Future Mikey’s sad frown turned into anger in the matter of seconds.

“WE THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE DEAD, YOU KNOW!!“ He shouted, tears spilling out of his eyes.

Both Leo and Future Donnie were surprised at the loud outburst, but the older of the two recovered quickly.

“I THOUGHT ONE OF US COULD BE DEAD!!“ He shouted back with an extremely desperate expression.

Future Mikey went silent, but after a minute, he spoke in a quiet voice.

“I bet you didn’t even try your hardest to save him.“ The anger behind those words was obvious.

He left the room afterwards.

Leo heard a faint “Raph, wait!“ a few seconds after.

He sadly looked at his miserable looking twin, and then left after his other two brothers without a word.

To be continued…