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BEKY MADE A FORM FOR PEOPLE TO SUMMIT WRITINGS/BOOKS FOR THE LIBRARY!!! YIPPEE

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The Lucky Ones - Part 2

➪the one where you and rick reunite after the events at the prison.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, swearing, mentions of digging around in the undead, guns, takes place in season 5

Word Count: 3k | Part 1

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Judith was crying again, and no matter what Tyreese did, she didn’t seem to want to stop. “C’mon, baby girl,” he huffed, bouncing her in his arms. 

You look over from your spot on a fallen tree, your fingers tangled in Lizzie’s messy hair. It was clear that Tyreese was having a hard time calming the baby down, and while it was a bit amusing, being quiet right now was a priority. “Hey,” you call out to him. “Want me to take her?” 

“Please,”

You laugh quietly and get up, squeezing Lizzie’s shoulder before making your way over to Tyreese. “Come here, sweet girl,” you coo when you take Judith from him. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re alright.”

Tyreese huffed again as he moved to sit next to the small fire you had started, confused at how you managed to get Judith to stop crying within just a few seconds. “I don’t know how you do it,” he muttered, poking the fire with a stick. “You had kids before all this?” 

“No,” you answer, brushing Judith’s hair away from her forehead before taking the bottle from Mika. “I was a nurse. Spent a year looking after my mom before everything went to hell. She was like a kid in a way. I used to rely on her, then suddenly she relied on me. I had to feed her, bathe her, and dress her. Never thought that would’ve prepared me for something like this.”

Tyreese grunted, setting the stick aside and looking over at you. “You’re a natural,”

You smile at that, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You’d been one of the many people that have been taking care of Judith since she was born, but being one of the three to do it now was something else entirely. 

When the Governor tried taking control of the prison and caused what could only be described as a riot, you were left behind with Tyreese, Mika and Lizzie. The older sister actually ended up saving both you and Tyreese when you were backed into a corner, and when you tried to convince them to go find Rick, you were outvoted. You were outvoted by a couple of fucking kids. 

So you fled with them into the trees and had been walking through the forests ever since. You would give anything to be able to be with him right now, but instead you were left looking after his kid. You didn’t mind, but you just wished you knew whether he was okay and alive or not. 

Carol took your spot on the tree and began braiding Lizzie’s hair as you hummed softly to Judith. She was beginning to fall asleep in your arms, and soon enough, Carol, Lizzie and Mika were all sleeping while Tyreese took the first watch. “You want me to take her? So you can get some sleep?” 

“No, I got her,” you mumble and move to sit next to him. 

You sit in silence for a while, with Tyreese adding sticks to the fire every so often and you gently rocking Judith. Your mind drifted back to Rick and Carl and Maggie and Glenn. Were they okay? Were they alive?

The last thing you saw was Rick getting shot in the leg then everything went to shit. Guns went off and fires were started, and you lost sight of pretty much everyone besides Tyreese. You wanted to run out to Rick, to help him, but there were just too many people and too many walkers. You didn’t stand a chance. With everything in you, you were praying to anyone who might be listening that he is still alive, and that he’s looking for you.

Like how you’re looking for him. 

You stare at the fire as you trace random shapes onto Judith’s arm with your thumb, lost in your own head. “Everything happened so fast,” you murmur, catching Tyreese’s attention. “Just a few days ago we were all safe and together. Now we don’t even know if everyone’s still alive.”

“We just have to keep looking,” he said, and you knew he was trying to comfort you, but you felt hopeless right now. 

“I wanted to go back for him,” you confess. “When we were leaving. I was going to go back, but I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t find him.”

Tyreese looked over at you in surprise. “None of us could get to him,” he assured you. “Rick is strong. He’s stronger than any of us. I know he made it out, him and Carl both.”

There was no way to be sure of that, but you appreciated his words nonetheless. “I remember when I first saw him at that store back in Atlanta. Glenn can tell you that I was in love with him the second I laid eyes on him. It felt like nothing else mattered, then he found his wife and son and I was sure nothing would happen between us.”

Tyreese let out a quiet laugh, leaning back on the log and taking off his hat. “Look at you now,” he teased. “That man is head over heels for you.”

That was true. 

Not long after you broke things off with Shane, Rick and Lori began having some issues. They split up long before she found out she was pregnant with Judith, and around her three month mark was when Rick finally allowed himself to begin something with you.

That something turned into an official relationship, and you’d been almost inseparable ever since. 

He told you to stay with Daryl and Carl when the Governor and his posse showed up, but then you got separated from both of them and wound up defending Tyreese in a different part of the prison yard. 

You smile at the memory of the first kiss you shared with Rick. Then your heart twisted a bit. You missed him so much. You missed everyone. 

“Feels like forever ago,” you whisper. “I hope they’re okay. I hope he’s okay.”

Tyreese gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “You’ll find each other. Right now you just need to focus on looking after his little girl and worry about the rest later,”

You knew he was right, so you gave him a tight smile and nod. 

-

“What do you think Y/n is doing right now?” Carl asked as he sat on the couch next to Rick. He dug through the stale cereal bag and gathered some in his palm, tossing them into his mouth afterwards. 

“I don’t know,” Rick answered, leaning forward on his knees as he tried to think of where to go from here. The couch was pressed against the door, a safety measure he deemed necessary since the lock had been broken off it. 

His face was sore and still a bit bruised, and the days he’s spent on this couch felt like a bit of a waste when he could be out there looking for his group. Looking for you. 

“Do you think she’s by herself?” Carl continued to ask him questions about you that Rick had no idea the answers to. He was losing hope as the days went on, though a very small part of him believed that you were out there somewhere, and that maybe you or someone else had managed to grab Judith on the way out of the prison yard. 

“I don’t know,” he answered his son’s question with a stern voice, trying to tell him to be quiet without actually saying the words. 

“Do you think she made it out?”

“I don’t know, Carl,” Rick nearly yelled, causing Carl to jump slightly. Rick lowered his voice and looked back at the floor once he saw the way Carl reacted to his outburst. “I don’t know what she’s doing, I don’t know who she’s with and I don’t know if she made it out. Just stop asking me questions that I don’t know the answers to, please.” 

Honestly, Rick couldn’t stand the thought of you not having made it out of the prison. He left you with Daryl and Carl, and now he was with Carl with no sign of you or Daryl, and he felt lost. 

Carl had told him that he and Daryl got separated, and how he saw you with Tyreese last, but that was all the information he had. He didn’t know where you went after that, and he didn’t know if you had managed to get out of the area you had been backed into. 

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Carl mumbled, setting the bag aside and leaning back against the couch. “I’m sure we’ll see her again, we just need to start looking.” 

“Yeah,” Rick agreed, spinning his wedding band around on his finger. He had no idea why he is still wearing it, him and Lori are very much done and over with and had been for a long time now, so why was he still wearing his ring? 

He looked down at the gold band, then without a second thought, he slid it off his finger and put it in his pocket, and thankfully Carl didn’t notice him doing that. He was still mourning his mom, and still getting used to you and Rick, the last thing needed was to see his dad move on completely from her. 

“Yeah,” Rick said again. “We’ll start looking for her. We’ll start looking for all of them.” 

He couldn’t lose you. He already lost so many people, and he was still recovering from watching the nicest man he had ever met get almost decapitated. He couldn’t lose you too. 

-

When Carol gestured for you to dig around inside the walker she just put down, you didn’t hesitate like you normally would. You didn’t get grossed out or feel nauseous. How could you?

Rick might be alive. 

Michonne and Carl were definitely alive, since you heard the piece of shit Terminus guy say he was going to kill them.

They’re alive. 

You blended right in, and when Carol blew up one of the tanks littered around Terminus, you and her were able to slip in amongst the walkers. Gunfire was heard all around as the large number of walkers made their way through the poorly protected walls of Terminus, and when you found yourself in a storage room, a feeling of rage took over you. 

There were countless things in there; teddy bears, weapons, jewelry, clothes, blankets, and anything else you could imagine a defenseless person would have. Carol found Daryl’s crossbow among the weapons, and you found Rick’s watch among the jewelry. These people were sick, taking things from people who were just trying to survive with what they have. 

You were livid as you and Carol slashed and shot your way through the crowds of walkers and Terminus people, and before long you were granted the one thing you’d be wishing for ever since you and Tyreese made it out of the prison. 

Rick, Daryl, Bob and Glenn let Maggie, Michonne, Carl, Sasha and three other people you had never seen before out of a train cart, then they were fleeing to the forest. 

You were frozen in shock, tears gathered along your water lines before Carol was pulling you with her as she took off after them. You were so relieved to see that mostly everyone had made it out, and that Rick, though he was a bit bloody, is okay. 

You stumbled alongside Carol as she followed the group, and when they stopped a good distance away, you could hear Rick’s deep voice as he declared that they were going back to finish the job. 

Stopping behind some bushes, you watched the group argue for a bit before Carol stepped away from the greenery and revealed herself. Almost instantly she was wrapped up in Daryl’s arms, and you watched the reunion with burning eyes as you revealed yourself as well.

Rick opened his mouth to say something to Carol, then his gaze flickered over to you and any words he was going to say died on his tongue. Your eyes glazed over again and you froze in your spot, and the last thing you heard was the relieved sigh Daryl let out as he took both you and Carol in, then you were wrapped up in Rick’s arms. 

His grip on you was the tightest it’s ever been, and you couldn’t breathe in the best way. You squeeze your eyes shut as you cling onto any part of him you can, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care that the group, as well as the three new people, were witnessing you sobbing against Rick’s chest. 

You spent days with Tyreese, Carol and the girls, and after what happened with Lizzie and Mika, you were beginning to lose the little amount of hope you had left. You were terrified that the people you called your family were dead or lost somewhere. 

But here they are. Beth was missing, and though you were scared to know what happened to her, you couldn’t deny just how happy and grateful you are that you were reunited with most of them. 

“Y/n,” Rick mumbled and you held onto him tighter. “I thought you were gone.”

It sounded like those words physically pained him to say, and you shake your head before burying your face against the side of his neck. “I’m here,” you cry, reaching up to grip his shoulder. “I’m right here.”

Rick pulled back and gently gripped your jaw, his eyes taking in your features as if he still couldn’t believe you were right there in front of him. “You got out,” he rasped, his thumb stroking your cheek with a barely-there pressure. 

You nod, tangling your hands in his damp hair. “With Tyreese, we found Carol a few days later,” you tell him then quickly add, “Well, she found us.”

Rick smiled at your words and it was the prettiest thing you’ve seen in weeks. “You got out,” he murmured, so quiet you barely heard it. 

You just nod again and push yourself upwards. Rick meets you halfway and kisses you multiple times, making you laugh against his mouth. “I got out,” you whisper and press a few kisses to his cheek and jaw, then you are wrapped up in his arms again.

Carl makes his way over to you just as Rick reluctantly lets you go and hugs Carol, and you smile down at your boyfriend’s son, who just wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you tight. “Hey, buddy,” you greet quietly, draping your arms over his shoulders as you glance back at Rick. 

“Hey,” Carl said back, looking up at you with relieved eyes and a look you’d never seen from him. “Missed you.”

Your lips part in a silent gasp, not used to hearing those kinds of words from him. You were sure he was still a bit upset that you were with his dad instead of his mom now, but were pleasantly proven wrong as he squeezed you one last time before stepping away. “I missed you,” you’re finally able to say as Rick comes back over and pulls you into his side. “And you.”

He grinned down at you and kissed the top of your head just as the red haired man speaks up, “You guys are the luckiest sons of bitches I’ve ever met,” 

You furrow your brows as Glenn laughs, wrapping his arm around Maggie’s waist. “We’re not lucky very often,”

“Yeah, well, both you and Rick here found your better halves,” the man said and adjusted the strap on his gun. “I’d say that’s pretty lucky. It’s a miracle we got out of that damn train, too.”

“That wasn’t luck,” Daryl grunted as he looked between you and Carol, and it was then when Rick clued in.

He tightened his hold on you as he asked, “That was you two, wasn’t it?”

You shrug while Carol lets out a rare, short lived laugh. “I couldn’t lose you again,” you mumble. “Not when I hadn’t even gotten you back yet.”

Rick falls silent at that, and he locks his jaw in the way that told you he’s holding back his emotions right now. He pulls you into his arms again and kisses the top of your head, muttering, “Thank you,” once he pulls away. 

“There’s something else,” Carol says, making everyone look over at her. “But I think we should show you rather than tell you.” 

And that was how you found yourself wrapped up in Glenn’s arms once Rick finally let you go after he saw that Judith was alive and being held by Tyreese. You return your best friend’s hug as you watch Rick cry quietly, taking Judith from the man who protected her with his life for as long as you’ve been separated. 

Maggie comes over to you and hugs you as well as Carl runs over to hug his sister, and the whole thing was like something straight out of a movie as you felt a warmth take over you.

You were back with your family. They were all alive. They were okay. 

The two men share a look as Rick realizes that he had Tyreese to thank for keeping Judith safe, then Sasha is hugging her brother with tears in her eyes. You pull away from Maggie as Rick hands Judith to Carl, then you are engulfed in his embrace. “Thank you,” his voice was raspy and his breathing was uneven, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears again as he held you tight. “I thought she was gone. I thought Judith was gone.”

You hugged him back, sniffling quietly. “We had to grab her quickly, we just took what we could before getting out of there,” 

Rick pulled away and kissed you, his hands reaching up to grip either side of your face. “I love you,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed your forehead. “I love you so much. Thank you for keeping her safe, all of you.” He glances back at Carol and Tyreese, who just nod at him, then he is focused back on you. 

“I love you,” came your hushed reply, and you leaned in to rest your head against his shoulder, finally feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever.

[gyuswhore]

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) [teaser]

«« I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' »»

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PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader

SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.

GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (none in teaser) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.

PLAYLIST: right here!

WORD COUNT: est. 25k

WORD COUNT [teaser]: ~820

RELEASE DATE: est. october 2nd 2023

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, (smut tags in the full fic)

[A/N]: I worked rlly hard on the banner pls look at it ‼️ enjoy hehe also this is probably gonna be way more than 25k but I supposed its better than overshooting

teaser under the cut!

It’s a black sedan that rolls up next to you, slower than what’s considered a normal speed on an empty street. It honks and you nearly halt, owing to the shake that passes through your knees. It honks again, and you can’t help but look to the side to find a window rolled down. 

Mingyu sits on the driver’s seat, leaning over to the empty passenger side to grab your attention. 

“The Uber’s free! So is the driver,” he yells out the window. “Hop in.”

“I’m alright. I kinda wanna walk.” You shift your weight between your feet, the distance adding an awkward feel. 

“Wasn’t asking. It’s the middle of the night, I’m not letting you walk alone.” As he speaks, another car passes from behind him, slowing down. You note the look the other driver is giving you through the window, and it’s enough to convince you to step into Mingyu’s car. 

“I think we’re way past the point of formalities, don’t know why you hesitated.” He chuckles as he motions for you to click on your seatbelt. You fumble with it for a moment, his own fingers coming to the rescue to latch it on. You retract your fingers before they can brush with his own any further. 

Settling into your seat, you choose to look forward as he picks up speed. “Uhm, just wanted to walk, it was nice outside.”

“Take someone with you next time, it’s nearly midnight,” he warns. 

There’s a twinge of annoyance that emerges in the back of your mind for some reason, despite knowing full well that he was right. You just didn’t want to hear it from him.

It’s silent for a bit as the radio plays an uncharacteristically upbeat tune, prompting you to wonder if it was just you who felt the atmosphere pressing in on your chest.

“Did you not bring your car today?” he asks out of the blue, eyes remaining on the road as you glance up at him. One look at his side profile and you’re turning your gaze away.

“No, it’s at the workshop. I came with Nayeon.” 

“Why didn’t you leave with her?”

“I…” You pause. “I told her I was gonna go with Seok.”

“Hm. That didn’t happen.”

“It’s like I said,” you mumble.

He hums again in response, dropping the subject.

“Listen, are you…are you okay?” he starts again and it has you looking back up at him. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You try to hide the bitterness in your tone but it proves difficult.

“I couldn’t help but overhear but I was sitting right there. Hao was talking to Mika about something she’d said to you, about…” He trails off. “I mean, you looked a little upset, I just wanted to ask if you were okay.”

You bit your tongue. Hard. 

He knew you were staring at him, he knew you weren’t over him. He knew you were still standing on the same square confinement from months ago. Never changed. 

“I’m fine,” you reply, snappier than you had intended. 

“Are you sure? I felt like I should’ve said something but Nayeon was right there so I thought…” He sounds unsure and when you see him look at you, with eyes filled with an emotion that makes you nearly gag, you almost lose it. You did not want him to pity you. Nor care for you; especially when it came from a place that nullifies your feelings. You didn’t want him to care for you for the sole reason that you were his best friend’s sister. 

“Mingyu, I think it’s best if you drop it.”

“Of course. But it might help if you wanna, you know, feel your feelings.” 

Fuck no, you weren’t crying in front of him. Not when you're sure he’s noticed the tear stains on your makeup.

“Mingyu, I said drop it. I don’t need your help, I don’t need to feel anything, I need you stop feeling like you’re obligated to care about me because you’re not.” The words come tumbling out before you can stop them, irritation laced in every snap and dent.

He says your name in an attempt to smooth you over. It only lands him in more trouble.

“No, listen, I get it. You’re uncomfortable about everything but you feel like you need to check up on me at the same time, and I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to worry about that. What happened, happened, and it’s my job to pick up the pieces because it’s my fault. You don’t need to meddle.” You’re breathing hard as you finish, finally settling back in your seat. 

He’s already pulling up to your building, heat still penetrating the silence. You unbuckle your seatbelt, mumbling a thanks for the ride. 

“Seok’s staying at Cheol’s tonight,” he calls out as you shuffle out the door. “Remember to lock the door.” 

You stand sheepishly holding the open door as you nod quietly. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the shoot.”

[aothotties]

Mommy Chaser pt. 3

Previous Chapters: (1)(2)

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!

Word count: 3.9K

Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)

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“Mika, I don’t want to jinx anything with Eren but he’s damn near perfect.” You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth. 

“Y/N! You must like him if you’re talking like this, are you sure you two haven’t slept together yet?” She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer. 

“Ha ha, you know I haven’t slept with him. I can’t lie to you and say I’m not curious though.” You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter. 

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips. 

“Are you still there?” You’re drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks. 

“She’s probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.” Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation. 

You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement. 

“Please ignore him, we’re playing drunk board games and somebody’s having fun.” 

You can feel the poor woman’s embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her. 

“That sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiot…he’s not completely wrong.” You can’t help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind. 

“Oh my he’s really on your mind, isn’t he? I say go for it; I’ve known him for a long time and he’s a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.” You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, it’s almost like she’s giving you her blessing. 

“He’s corny as hell and eats enough for three people!” Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him. 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when there’s a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling. 

“Y’all, I’m still here. I’ll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!”

“We love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!” You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects. 

You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh. 

You’re not even sure why you’re so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you don’t have to stress about working at all. It’s quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over. 

“It’s now or never.” You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below. 

You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off. 

On the other side of

town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, he’s only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. It’s not his fault you’re the most divine woman in his eyes, you’re just so perfect. 

The thought of knowing that he’s going to finally get to see all of you, he’ll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum. 

He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time. 

“Y/N” He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release. 

His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm. 

He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily. 

“Just one more day.” He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself. 

The next day finally rolls around and you’ve never felt more nervous for anything in your life. 

“Pull yourself together girl, you’ve had lots of sex before.” You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks. 

Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off. 

“Who is it?” You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side. 

“It’s your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.” He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing. 

You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne. 

“You smell nice.” You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently. 

“Thank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.” He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.

“I had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You politely offer and he’s the one to shake his head.

“I ate beforehand too, and when it’s time to eat dinner will be on me. I’m gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.” He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.

“It’s called Bridgerton Eren.” You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode he’s never seen.

You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.

In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much. 

Maybe it’s the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, he’ll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state. 

He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow. 

“So this is what you watch when I’m not here?” He smirks at you and you shake your head. 

“Not all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.” You say matter in rebuttal. 

He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly. 

He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you don’t notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on. 

You’re no better, there’s wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm. 

You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely he’s staring at the television. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen. 

You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks. 

“No I’m good, why are you alright?” He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question. 

“I’m doing great, if you want we can watch something else.” You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg. 

“You know what's nice about being a mom?” You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair. 

He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he can’t help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers. 

“You can almost always tell when someone’s lying.” You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver. 

You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours. 

You find yourself climbing into his lap as if it’s your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth. 

He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.

You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.

“You can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.

This time you’re the one that’s making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.

Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you can’t help but trail a finger down his abdomen.

“Don’t be shy baby.” He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace. 

He smirks at how shy you’ve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?” He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that you’re both face to face.

You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants. 

He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.

“Fuck baby, do that again.” His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his. 

He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Eren!” You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesn’t let up, not like he would mind that anyway.

He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that there’s a wet spot on Eren’s pants.

Eren feels like he’s in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m not too much for you, am I?” He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.

“No Ren, not at all. If I’m uncomfortable then I’ll let you know.” You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.

“I’m gonna touch you now if that’s okay?” He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer. 

You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously. 

You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.

“I want to get a good look at you first.” He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.

“Just a quick taste, yeah?” He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.

His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch. 

His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.

Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.

“E-Eren!” You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.

“You gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.” His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.

“I'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!” He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.

“You will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.” He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.

You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt. 

He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.

“Not quite yet, I still have to return the favor.”

You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off. 

You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin. 

His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.

You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you

Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it up 

into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration. 

His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars. 

His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system. 

“Fuck baby girl, you take me so well.” His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft. 

You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery. 

His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours. 

You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room. 

You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh. 

“Not to ruin the moment, but there’s condoms in my bag.” He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance. 

“Oh shit, yeah you’re so right. Duh!” You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package. 

Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on. 

You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves. 

You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch. 

“T-take your time pretty girl. We’ve got all day.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows. 

You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands. 

“You okay?” He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind. 

“You’re a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.” You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you. 

“Is that so baby? You’re telling me my confidence didn’t give it away.” He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation. 

The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you. 

“How do we get that sound to happen again?” He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure it’s bringing to your body. 

“ ‘Ren! F-feels so good.” You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap. 

The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock.  Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips. 

“ c’mere beautiful.” He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot. 

He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further. 

On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you. 

“I-I’m gonna come Eren! Please don’t s-stop.” You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving. 

“Am I too much baby? You’re such a pretty girl.” He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him. 

You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again. 

“I didn’t even do anything that time, I didn’t realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.” He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately. 

“ m-my legs are tired Ren.” You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return. 

“ ‘s okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.” He praises through gritted teeth. 

He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock. 

“Oh my god, yes yes fuck!” You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again. 

Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly. 

“Can you handle a little more baby?”

That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didn’t even realize you made it to…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed. 

“Did you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.” He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I think I’m well rested.” You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen. 

“8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?” You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table. 

“I told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms. 

“Well, don’t you just have the answers to everything?” You walk up to him and smile. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Ari

[spookyji]

i keep thinking abt kai wearing those gray sweatpants(iykyk) and having the hugest boner/buldge in them?!?!?!?? like we all know kai got a THICK one. long af too:pp

# huening kai + first time !!

tw. f!reader, inexperienced kai + virgin!reader, kai has a rlly big bulge lol, making out, slightly awkward at times ahaha, a bit lovey mushy, bulge kink, size kink (can't fit all the way), unprotected but he pulls out, body worship, (attempted) fingering, tit play, minors dni + nsfw !!

a/n. when u write a hard thought but then it becomes a 2.5k word fic LOL this kai did smth to the millebrain ahaha <3 enjoy ^^ tysm to nia n mika for proofreading ;-;

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shyly sitting on his lap, time forgotten as your hands rest on his broad shoulders, soft kisses pressed to your lips as his rest on your waist, his thick thighs firm beneath a soft barrier of fabric. his lips in a slight smile as he chases yours for kiss after kiss, sweet and gentle,,, and somehow drawing you in further, deepening the kisses as his lips hold yours for longer, breaths lost as his touch becomes as essential as air,,, and his tongue gently pushing against the entrance of your lips, shy yet determined, as kai's hand finds the back of your neck, sweet and soft as he tentatively touches his tongue to yours, slick with warm saliva as quiet sounds of gasps escape your throat, unsure yet trusting in him. because it's kai... and it feels like love, the warming feeling in your core as you shift in his lap, unconsciously rubbing yourself against his firm thigh because it feels good, somehow relieving a growing need in your core.

and your eyes meet his as he pulls back, flushed with a slight nervousness, a tinge of a blush spreading across his cheeks, a string of saliva dangling between your lips... "i-i'm um..." he mumbles, shyly averting his gaze, a flush touching his ears, "k-kinda ha—nngh...!" kai stammers, gasping when you shift in his lap in confusion... only to feel him. your thigh brushing against a stiff, hard in his sweats, as you look down in confusion,,, to see his hard bulge in his pants. and he's... really... really big. the thick, long outline protruding from the crotch of his sweats, touching your soft thigh as kai fumbles for words, embarrassed and shy, because he's never... never in front of you, at least. "u-um, i-i'll go... take c-care of it!" kai mumbles, blushing as his hands pull away from your waist, shyly fumbling to cover his erection with his hands,,, rather unsuccessfully.

a deep blush of red crossing his cheeks, why now? it... it wasn't really his first time, but... but it happened in a rush the first time, and he didn't really remember a lot, and he'd never mentioned intimacy yet, just kisses and cuddles... and maybe deep inside, kai would never admit the way he'd hugged his pillow tighter at night, trying to suppress the thoughts he'd harbored for so long until it was unavoidable, embarrassed and yet so aroused as his hand slipped into his boxers, feeling his stiff cock... and burying his face into his pillow as he stroked himself to thoughts of you. and now he'd ruined it all like the embarrassing mess he was.

"w-wait," you mumble quietly, shyly reaching for his hands as they... somewhat cover his bulge," ... h-have you ever?" unconsciously, your thighs rub together at the sensation you hadn't felt before... and inside, you'd been scared to mention it to kai if you'd never been intimate with anyone before. and yet, deep down, you trusted kai more than anyone you'd ever loved. his sweet and gentle nature, always so open and caring, kai was irresistible, so easy to love and he'd fallen the same way in only a matter of moments; he made you believe in love at first sight because you both felt it, and fallen harder and deeper than you'd ever known. "i- um— once," kai stammers, confused by your reaction, as your lips meet his once more in a soft kiss, your smaller hands holding his over his bulge.

"i... i've never," you whisper, pulling away, his forehead leaning forwards to touch yours, "but i want to. w-with you." and in an instant, kai's eyes flash with a flurry of emotions, as his fingers lace through yours, tightening to hold them as if you'd vanish if he let go. "i want to, but a-are you sure? i dont want to rush you, it's um— okay if y-you don't want to— we- we can wa—!" kai rambles, both aroused and so nervous, stumbling over his words, suddenly cut short as your hand tentatively palms his stiff erection, a low groan of need emanating from his throat. "please." you whisper, meeting his gaze shyly... and as you lean in, it's reciprocal as kai's hands wander to your curves, hesitantly holding your waist as your lips meet his, soft and saccharine as his tongue touches yours, wet sighs escaping between breaths.

gently, his hands guide you down until your back meets his comforter, plush beneath, your hands finding his soft hair as kai's lips lock with yours, unable to pull away as he positions himself over you, tentative and slow, as if afraid of making a wrong move. his broad frame overshadowing yours, his knee hesitantly slotting between your legs. "w-wait, i— i don't have any... i didn't think we'd—" kai mumbles between kisses, lost in a daze as he struggles to remain conscious of his actions. "pull out? i t-trust you, kai." you whimper, unable to imagine backing out now, the pulsing, needy feeling between your legs warm, your mind lost to a haze of kai alone, the corner of your lips lifting as you give him a small, reassuring smile, truly trusting him with everything. exchanging a tentative nod with him, you shyly reach for the hem of your shirt from the waistband of your skirt, tugging the fabric up as kai's hand takes yours, gently helping you pull the garment up your chest and torso, his shy gaze wandering your exposed skin for the first time, fingers lacing together as he tugs the shirt over your head.

sitting up, kai pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing the expanse of his broad shoulders and chest, decorated with a constellation of moles just like his neck and face, his shy, hesitant smile mirroring yours. "you're beautiful," kai whispers, his gaze full of adoration as he gazes down at your partially exposed body before him, watching as you tug your skirt off, clad in plain panties and bra... because there wasn't anything special. but to kai, you're beyond beautiful, beyond words he can describe, as he leans back down to press kisses to your skin, a whisper of "is this okay?" as his hand holds yours, the other tentatively tracing your curves, a kiss to the curve of your chest, collarbone, one to your soft stomach as he nuzzles the tender, plush skin, his heart about to beat out of his chest as he takes in your pure, untouched beauty. addicted to the soft gasps you let out as his lips meet your skin, each kiss a touch of adoration, as if erasing your body of its fears and insecurities until he meets your gaze once more, trusting and loving. "i love you," kai whispers against the skin of your soft stomach, and he truly means it.

and as kai's hands slowly help unclasp your bra, his gaze drawn to your soft breasts, exposed for the first time before him. "y-you can touch," you whisper, your free hand reaching up and tightening around his thick forearm as kai swallows, his big hand slowly and gently fondling your soft breast, thumb smoothing over the expanse of curved skin... until touching your nipple, rubbing a small circle over the perky bud as kai lets out a quiet breath, leaning down to place kisses over your breasts. your back arching into his as his kisses trail closer to your nipple, a gasp caught in your throat as his lips circle the small bud, giving a gentle suck before pulling away, worried of doing more than he should. "w-was that okay?" kai whispers, as your fingers tentatively let go of his arm, touching the expanse of his chest, his thrumming heartbeat beneath your fingers. "more than okay," you whisper.

and his large hand holding yours comfortingly, kai's gaze drawn your soft thighs as he leans down, a kiss to the plush of your legs. "I've n-never done this before," kai mumbles, before his long fingers push into your soft panties, tentatively feeling the puffy folds of your pussy through the barrier of fabric. "ah–!" you gasp, hips unintentionally pushing into his touch, as the wetness of your arousal spreads through your panties, darkening the fabric slightly as kai swallows, unable to hold back the stare of desire as he gazes down, his fingers hesitant yet determined as he rubs your sensitive folds through your panties, wet fabric catching on his fingers, a slick, wet sound of your arousal as your soaked panties slide over the dripping slit of your pussy, your cries caught in your throat as his fingers brush over your clit, the sensitive nub sending pleasure straight up your spine as your back arches off his bed.

"is it okay if i...? kai begins, only for his voice to trail off as he tugs down your panties slowly, a string of your arousal connecting your undergarments to your dripping folds, exposing your pretty, untouched pussy, drooling with innocent desire for him, as he swallows, your arousal coating the tips of his fingers... and now that he's heard your lovely voice cry out for him, he can't stop. your soft, beautiful body, chest heaving with nervous breaths, your fingers clinging to his as heat warms your cheeks, plush thighs shyly rubbing together to hide your purity... and kai can't help but feel a tinge of worry through the haze of love and arousal as he glances down at his bulge... bigger than most.

"w-will it hurt?" you whimper, fingers tightening around his hand, voice trembling as your eyes stare at his huge bulge, hiccuping in a nervous anxiety as he tugs down his sweats and boxers to expose his stiff, thick cock, flushed dark at the dripping tip, precum slipping down his long, veiny shaft... and you can't help but feel intimidated, thighs shaky at the sight of his hard length. "I—i'll stop if it's...if it's too much." kai whispers, swallowing at his own size... because he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you, love swelling in his chest he leans over your precious body, lips softly meeting yours in a sweet kiss, full of love and reassurance. "i love you so much," kai murmurs against your lips, "d-do you trust me?" "always," you whisper, gazing into his eyes, full of trust and adoration, his small smile as his hand reaches down, angling himself into your soaking pussy, both taking sharp intakes of breaths as you feel his dripping tip rub against your pussy, sensitive and so, so needy for each other.

"k-kai—ah-hnng!" you gasp, back arching into his chest as his thick cock pushes into your tight cunt, folds wetting his cock with your plentiful arousal, walls clenching down at the sudden intrusion, the throbbing sensation of pain full of overwhelming pleasure as his length stretches your tight folds open, as kai groans with restraint, tight and wet. your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, clinging tightly as your eyes squeeze shut as tears wet your lashes, sobbing and gasping into his shoulder, holding him, heavy pants of breaths against the crook of your neck, a sheen of sweat on his skin as his massive size slowly spreads a sensation of fullness, pushing into your wet cunt for the first time, until kai meets resistance. " 'm so deep," kai pants, voice laced with overwhelmed love and lust, "n-not even all the w-way in 'nd so, so tight," and you can't help but feel the same, clinging to kai's broad body as you whimper, adjusting to his size, the fullness, the pleasure as his cock twitches deep inside you, the sensation of becoming one.

soft kisses meeting your neck, wet and gentle, until you're able to glance down, to see his massive length pushed into your cunt, folds stretched to fit him,,, maybe not all the way, but still so full, as you gasp for air, before nodding for him to move. "love you so, so m-much, f-feels so g-good," kai moans, pressing his chest into yours as his hips slowly push in and out of yours, pressing kisses over your face and skin between gasps of love, the warm, pleasure spreading beneath your skin through your body, skin to skin as your thrumming heart beat for one another, faster than ever, pretty whimpers and moans of kai's name mixed with promises of love escaping your lips, reciprocating his mantra of proclamations, unseparable in the moment as time slows,,, and it's just you and kai in the world, as he makes adoring, sweet love to you for your first time, slow and romantic. fingers laced together, connected as one, tears slipping down your cheeks as you cry out for kai, and only for kai.

gently, as his thrusts grow sloppier, his hand pulling yours down, placing your palm against your soft tummy... to feel his bulge of cock moving beneath your skin, deep inside you. "c-can you feel...? 'm so deep, all the way h-here," kai moans, as he leans up slightly to meet your gaze once more, his lips capturing yours in a timeless, romantic kiss laced with all the love he has, feeling more in love than ever, hand over yours spread across your tummy, as his cock moves beneath your skin, your pretty, untouched pussy his to claim, his to love. and with sloppy, uneven thrusts, messy kisses, the knot in your stomach comes undone, crying for kai into his lips as your body arces into his, walls clenching down as your cum coats his stiff cock. "k-kai, l-love you s-so, so much—!" you sob, clinging to his shoulders as your trembling body comes undone, thighs sore and pleasure warming your body throughout as pleasuring relief washes over, a gasp torn from your throat as kai smothers your face in wet, messy kisses. "nngh— i l-love—I'm—!" a sudden loss of fullness as kai hurriedly pulls out of your swollen pussy, hot spurts of his cum in ropes over your linked hands and stomach as he cums, messy pull out and dripping cock leaking a creamy white.

"f-felt so good," kai whispers in your ear, as he collapses beside your exhausted form, an arm slung over your waist as he tugs you towards him, " 'm really, really in l-love with you." curling towards him, his warm arms enclosing around your worn out body, tucking you into his broad chest, sheets and comforter a mess around your bodies, wet and messy with release, and as if in a halo of warmth while nestled in his arms. "m-me too," you whisper against his skin, "thank y-you for being my first." and gently, his quiet laugh above your head, because... in part, he can't imagine it any other way... losing your virginity to him because his bulge was too big to hide, even when clad in oversized sweatpants and hoodie, abandoned on the floor beside his bed as your eyelids grow heavy with sleep, his slowing breaths above your head lulling you to sleep in a cloud of love and warmth.

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you'd think baggy gray sweatpants under a massive gray hoodie would be able hide anything,,, unless it's kai's bulge LOL. hmm,,, i'm not v good at writing romantic lovey fics but i tried~~ hehe

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[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

~

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

[arisewanekosuki]

TLH -Extra-: A Little Maid!

Today you and Aether decided to take a small break and just rest in Teapot. After breakfast, Keaya invited you to play TCG but... To make it more interesting the loser will have to do something for the winner. You didn't mind that, confident that you would win, you agreed. But it didn't go as planned, Kaeya had a new deck with new cards you didn't have. To your disappointment you lost quickly. -"So... what do you want me to do?" you asked. Kaeya smirked.  -"Give me a moment." He got up from the table and went to another room. After a while he brought...a maid outfit.  -"...A-are you serious?" you asked, already embarrassed. The blue haired male shrugged. -"Why not? It will be fun! If you win next time you can dress me however you want~" he said with a smile.  You took the maid outfit and went towards another room to change. -"Ah, I forgot about one thing... you have to wear it for one day and call everyone here 'Master'~"

In the kitchen Thoma and Mika were cleaning the dishes after breakfast, normally Noelle would be here to help them but today she promised to help some citizens of her city in the morning. You wanted to take some drink, but after entering and seeing only both of them cleaning all plates you decided to help. -"Tho-...Ahem... Master Thoma, Master Mika. Please let me help you." The boys turned around and almost both of them let go of plates they were holding. -"(Y-Y/n)? Wha...why are you wearing...this?" Mika asked, blush covering his cheeks. You sighed. -"I lost in TCG and the loser had to do something for the winner so... yeah." You felt your face getting warmer. -”I hope it’s not Master Ayato’s idea…” Thoma said, wondering if the head of Kamisato really ‘forced’ you into this maid outfit. -”No, it was Kaeya.” you sighed. “Next time I’ll make him wear something funny…” you grumped, crossing your arms. “So… may I help you both?” -”Ah it’s okay! We are almost finished!” Mika said, turning away from you. His heart beating faster just by looking at your adorable self. Thoma smiled but if you pay more attention you could see small blush on his cheeks too. -”Like Mika said, there’s not too much left so we’ll finish soon!” -”Oh okay…” after taking the drink with you, you left the kitchen. … Both boys sighed. They didn’t expect to see you like this and even more to call them ‘Master’. “This is not good for my heart…” Both of them thought.

 You came back to the room where you played TCG with Kaeya but to your surprise he is not there anymore. -”Hm? Where did he go?” you mumbled to yourself, looking around the room. You heard the door opening behind you, when you turned around you saw Cyno and Kaveh. Both guys stopped in their tracks looking at you, Kaveh looking more surprised than Cyno. -”A..Um… Good Morning Master Cyno and Master Kaveh!” You awkwardly smiled at them. -”What! No, wait! Why are you-!? Did someone force you to be a maid?!” Kaveh was first to respond. -”I lost a game in TCG and the loser had to do something for the winner.” you scratched your head. -”Don’t tell me…are you someone’s maid now?!” Kaveh said, worried that you have to listen to someone’s orders.You hummed. -”Not really? I was told to just wear it for one day and call everyone in the house ‘Master’. But ah I wish the skirt would be a bit longer…” The skirt wasn’t too short, but if you remember correctly it is a bit shorter than the maids’ ones in Dawn Winery. Cyno didn’t say anything, too deep in his own thoughts. -”I look weird in it right?” you asked, scratching your cheek. -”Of course not!” both of the boys said in unison. Kaveh coughed into his fist. -”Ahem… I think you look…good in it.” he said, looking somewhere else, with blush on his cheeks. -”I won’t lie, this outfit looks like it was MAID for you.” -”… “ After a moment of silence you snorted. -”Oh Master Cyno…” you said with a small smile on your face. For Cyno it was a win for today. “Did you guys see Ka…. Master Kaeya?” -”That guy with patch on eye? After breakfast I didn’t see him.” -”Me neither. Do you need something from him?” Cyno asked. -”Well he was playing TCG with me so I thought we’ll play some more rounds…” -”If you want you can join us!” Kaveh said with excitement! And you end up playing some rounds against Cyno and Kaveh. You won all the matches against a blonde haired guy who seemed to be distracted by something. While the white haired one was serious like always and yet you did win some rounds against him.

The day was passing slowly. Knowing that there are some people training behind the house you decided to bring them something to drink. While approaching the training ground, one Fatui Harbinger noticed your presence. -”Oh? Didn’t expect you to wear something like this just to bring us drinks.” He smirked, already coming closer to you. -”Well Master Ajax-” He snorted. -”O-oi! D-don’t laugh! I lost the game and I have to wear it till the end of the day!” -”Hmm? Is that so? Whose idea was this?” -”Master Kaeya…” -“I have to remember to thank him for this… maybe I’ll bring him Fire-Water as a present…” -”Okay okay! Take the drink! I need to give it to other-” -”Hey (Y/n)... how much?” You looked confused at him. -” How much what?” -”How much mora do you want to become my personal maid?~” he smiled innocently. -”AJAX!” and the guy started to laugh at your reaction. After being teased talking with Childe, you gave drinks to other people who were training, both some guys and girls told you that you look cute in maid outfit and thanked you for drinks. What you didn’t notice is that the guys couldn’t concentrate on training after seeing you like this.

Not everyone joined today's dinner, many being busy with their everyday life. Maybe it was good for you. At least not everyone had to see you like this. When it comes to boys, some enjoyed seeing you walk in maid outfit and call them ‘Master’ and you end up being teased by them, some weren’t happy that others can see you like this and some… missed the chance to see you like this, much to their disappointment when they found out about it later.

When the moon appeared in the sky, you came back to your room. -“Finally I can take this off…” but before you could do that you heard a knock on your door. “Come in!” The door opened revealing Diluc. “Oh hello Di… Master Diluc do you need anything?” The red haired guy looked at you a bit taken aback, then he sighed and rubbed temples. -“I was hoping it was just a joke but it seems they were serious… I heard that Kaeya borrowed one maid outfit from Dawn Winery, I was wondering what he is up to but… I didn’t expect that…” -“Oh! Don’t worry, I'll wash it and give it back tomorrow!” -“It’s alright. I hope he didn’t force you to wear this.” -“No, no! I lost the game of TCG and the loser had to do something for the winner. Kaeya is not that type to force friends into something they don’t want to, so please don’t be angry at him.” Diluc only sighed again. -“Alright, but I still need to talk to him.” -“Ah Aether now took him for a talk.” -“Then I’ll join them. Goodnight, sleep well.” -“Goodnight!” and with that the Master of Dawn Winery left your room, you finally took off the maid outfit and wore pajamas. “Poor Kaeya… I hope they won’t talk his ear off for too long…” .

---- Thank you for reading till the end! And sorry for mistakes! This one is shorter, tbh I was hoping I would finish it for Maid's Day but oh well....

[thelov3lybookworm]

WIP Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG ML @littlest-w01f this is such a fun game i actually am in love omg🥹

ANYWHO

W- Wouldn’t be the first time, as some people did have an affinity for watching unassuming females. Even as she finally turned into the hallway on the end of which was the stairway leading down towards her quarters, she considered sprinting, in case there was a spirit about to nab her. But before she could make good on that thought, a fae emerged from the stairway, and Y/n’s voice died down, the only sound now the echoes of the song. (Creep- Azriel x Maid!reader, posting on april 4th, 8pm gst)

I- "I wanted to play alone." Y/n huffed, rolling her eyes. "I’m Y/n. What’s your name?" He stared at her extended hand for a moment, then took it. "Azriel." "Can I play with you?" "Why?" She pouted. "Cassian threw a big ball at me and I am mad at him." (Azriel x reader, unnamed😛, a request <3)

N- "No." Y/n raised a brow. "No?" The girl rolled her eyes. "I have to go play mama!" As the shadow of her mate fell over her, Y/n looked up, shooting him an exasperated look. He only grinned, looking down at the toddler, shaking his head. (from a fic series named, for now, 'Wings'. prone to change- Azriel x reader)

G- "Go, give this back to him." Olga mumbled, offering her the hilt. Y/n pouted, widening her eyes in hopes it would placate the female in front of her. Alas, there was barely anything that would distract Olga from work. (again from the fic creep lols)

S- She cocked her head. "What do you think it means?" Longing and guilt took root in Azriel as he shifted from foot to foot, his mothers soft, gentle voice playing through his head like the sound of an innocent child's laughter, hiding behind dark crevices and shadowy alcoves as they played hide and seek. "I… I think it is what my mother had." (once more from the unnamed fic lmao)

doing this, i realised that despite having a looooooot of wips i wanna work on, ive only got like 4 fics actually written down 🥲

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[queenshelby]

The Accident (Part Six)

Pairing: Reader & Cillian Murphy

Warning: Domestic Abuse, Religious Themes, Trafficking

Thank you @blondie-22 for this amazing idea!

Almost an hour later, Cillian pulled up to the curb of his townhouse in one of Dublin's sought-after neighborhoods. Sitting in the back of his car, with your two children, your heart pounding in sync with the rain that pattered against his windshield.

Cillian turned to Sarah, who clutched Mr. Cuddles tightly. "Do you want to come inside?" he asked politely and Sarah peered out the window, eyes wide as she took in the large home.

“Is that your house?" she asked, her voice a little shaken as she was still unsure what was going on. Even though Cillian made an effort to talk to her during the car journey, the unfamiliarity of it all left her fidgeting with her toy.

“It is,” Cillian replied, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s a safe place, and I promise you’ll be okay here.”

You held Mika close, swaying slightly as she cooed softly in your arms. The unfamiliar surroundings thrummed with tension, and a flicker of panic crept into your thoughts. You gave Cillian a grateful nod and stepped out into the gloom, the rain cooling the heat of anxiety that simmered just beneath the surface.

Cillian led the way up the stone path, glancing back occasionally to ensure you and Sarah followed.

Once you made it through the path, Cillian pulled out his key and unlocked the sturdy wooden door. It creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a spacious entryway bathed in soft light.

"I don't even know what to say," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper as you stepped inside, holding back tears. His home immediatly felt like a sanctuary, with soft hues that embraced you, offering a stark contrast to the chaos you had escaped.

“You don’t have to say anything right now. Just take a moment," Cillian responded as you crossed into the foyer, your shoes squeaking against the polished wood floor.

It felt alien, untouched by the chaos that had enveloped your recent life. Sunlight pierced through large windows, illuminating the tasteful decor—a far cry from the cluttered corners of your old life.

Sarah, still grasping Mr. Cuddles, stepped in tentatively, her eyes darting around the room, absorbing the sight of framed photographs and elegant furnishings.

"You have a big house," she muttered, a hint of awe creeping into her voice.

Cillian knelt down to her level, his blue eyes sparkling. "It's big enough for you and your mom to feel at home tonight, okay? And tomorrow we will figure out what to do," he said gently.

You shifted Mika in your arms, watching Cillian interact with Sarah, noting the way his soft demeanor seemed to put her at ease but, just as Sarah's mood shifted to one of contempt, an attractive but rather anngry looking woman came down the stairs.

Naomi, with her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, eyed the scene before her with a mix of surprise and irritation. Her green eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of you, the unexpected guests nestled in what was her home.

“You can't be fucking serious," Naomi’s voice dripped with disdain as she stepped further into the room, arms crossed tightly over her designer nightgiwn.

"Nom, please," Cillian pleaded, raising a hand in a gesture of truce. "It's not a big deal and it's just for tonight," he continued, his voice steady but strained.

Naomi's jaw clenched as she scanned the hallway, taking in you and the children. "You think dragging a stranger into our home is okay?" Her voice dripped with venom, and you could feel the tension coil in the air like a spring ready to snap.

"I am sorry, I should go. It wasn't my intention to intrude, Cillian," you blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush as panic gripped you. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”

Cillian stepped closer, placing a firm hand on Sarah's shoulder who, by that point, was upset and started to cry. “It's fine," he rassured you before looking at Naomi again. “Just give them a chance, Nom. She needs—”

“Needs what? A place to crash?" Naomi interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think letting a homeless woman with two kids, who just breezed in from who knows where, stay here, is a smart idea?" she went on to say and you could feel the sharpness of her words cut through the air like a blade. "She could be a thief or worse," Naomi finished with a sneer, her perfect features contorting into a mask of disdain as she took a deliberate step back.

Desperation washed over you. “I’m not a thief,” you sputtered , your voice shaking. “I just," you stammered. "I should leave. I am sorry. She is right, Cillian. You don't owe me anything. I just did not kno who else to call," you explained, trembeling as you held Mika closer, feeling her warmth against your body.

“The homeless shelter would have been a good idea," Naomi shot back, her cynicism slicing through your mounting anxiety. “But instead, you chose to bring your mess into our lives.”

Cillian's eyes burned with frustration. "Enough, Naomi!" he snapped, his voice rising above the tension that thickened the air as he approached her, wanting to talk in private.

He turned slightly, keeping his voice low but firm. "You need to understand what’s happening here. She has no residency card and her husband has been abusing her. Her kids need a safe place, just for tonight and you should know what it's like, don't you?" he asked his fiancee, referring to the fact that, her and her sister grew up in forster care, but Naomi's face hardened, the defenses in her eyes hardening like steel.

"That was different, Cillian. This isn’t a charity case. Bringing her in here complicates everything!" Noami argued.

"For a little while, yes. But so what?" Cillian stepped forward, his frustration bubbling to the surface, but his voice gentle. "Maybe we can help her find something more permanent. You don’t know what it’s like to live in fear every day.”

Naomi's expression hardened, disbelief etched across her features. “Cillian, if this is about your dead wife, then you need to go back to therapy rather than bringing home some strays," she snapped, crossing her arms tighter across her chest, her demeanor icy.

“Stop right there, Naomi,” Cillian shot back, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "Leanna's passing has nothing to do with this situation. This is about a woman and her children needing help. Nothing more and nothing less," Cillian stated firmly, his eyes boring into Naomi's, igniting the tension between them.

"Fine. One night," Naomi relented, though her tone dripped with contempt. “But you’re on your own. I want nothing to do with this. I am going to bed and you better make sure that she doesn't steal anything," Naomi hissed, her voice becoming a mere whisper as she stormed up the stairs, leaving an icy silence in her wake.

Cillian sighed heavily, frustration casting shadows across his features as he turned back to you and Sarah. "I'm sorry about that. She's... well, she’s a little set in her ways at times," Cillian said, a rueful smile touching his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. “But she is actually a kind person. She just does not trust strangers," he added, attempting to smooth over the awkwardness.

You nodded, unsure of how to respond, your stomach twisted with anxiety at the confrontation.

Cillian took a deep breath, shaking off the tension as he crouched down to Sarah’s level again. “Hey, look," he said, his voice warm and inviting, "I think I kept some toys from when my daughter was your ages. Do you want me to get them for you? You could play with them," Cillian offered, his voice lightening the tension that hung in the air.

“Really?” Sarah’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, a flicker of excitement pushing past the remnants of fear.

Cillian nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Just wait right here,” he said, standing up and heading toward a door leading to the basement. Sarah watched Cillian disappear into the basement, her small fingers twisting Mr. Cuddles as anticipation lit her face. You shifted your weight, still cradling Mika against you.

The house settled into a thoughtful silence, as if allowing the tension to breathe. The soft hum of the refrigerator filled the space, and the rain outside danced against the windows. You gazed at Sarah, wondering how much she truly understood. Her innocent demeanor inst softened the jagged edges of your anxiety, but a shadow flickered across your mind as the echo of bitter memories resurfaced.

Cillian eventually returned with a slightly dusty box under one arm.

“Here it is!” he announced, opening it to reveal a collection of colorful toys. Sarah gasped, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a bright red fire truck.

“Whoa! Can I really play with this?” Sarah asked, her voice bubbling with excitement as she reached out for the toy, her fingers trembling with eagerness.

“Of course!" Cillian grinned wide, his eyes sparkling with genuine delight as he handed her the fire truck. “It's all yours now,” he added, casting a glance toward you and then to Mika, who was cooing softly.

"How old is your daughter?" you asked, shifting your weight as you rocked Mika gently in your arms, your curiosity cutting through the anxious remnants of the previous confrontation.

“She’s almost seventeen now,” Cillian replied, warmth radiating from his voice. "She's at school camp though, probably getting into some mischief," he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with affection.

“Seventeen?” you echoed, letting the reality swirl around in your mind. “She’s almost a grown-up then," you blurted out, realising the age difference between Cillian and yourself. He was in a very different stage of his life than you were.

"Time flies," Cillian agreed, his gaze drifting off as if he were momentarily lost in memories of his daughter.

"Are you divorced from her mother then? Because, the woman you are with, she is clearly too young to have a seventeen your old," you asked, a hint of curiosity flickering in your voice as you tilted your head slightly, observing the way his face changed at the mention of his wife.

"I am sorry. This was too direct wasn't it?" you murmured, embarrassment creeping into your voice.

Cillian shook his head, his expression softening. “No, it’s fine. My wife, Leanna... she passed away several years ago. It’s a part of my story, you know? She was a remarkable person," he explained and the warmth of his tone flickered with sadness, his gaze drifting as though he were trying to conjure up her presence.

You felt the heaviness of his words settle in the air, a solemn vibration amidst the chaos. “I’m really sorry,” you said, your voice softening. “I didn’t mean to bring that up."

Cillian managed a small smile, the corners of his mouth turning up despite the weight of the conversation. "It's alright. Talking about her helps keep her alive in my memory," he said, his gaze shifting back to you, the lightness returning to his eyes. "Besides, it helps to remind me of what matters in life,” Cillian said, his voice steadying as he refocused on you.

You nodded, understanding that loss could carve deep lines in one's heart; ones that often remained visible, shadowed in the quiet moments. You didn't dare to ask what happened to her and how she passed . Instead, you let the silence settle for a moment, absorbing the warmth of Cillian's kind presence and the chaos still swirling in your own mind.

As Sarah busied herself with the fire truck, crashing it into the wooden furniture and making engine sounds, the tension in the room began to ease. You watched her laugh, her innocence illuminating the room, if only temporarily.

"What about you? What is your story?" Cillian eventually asked as he led you to the kitchen, offering you some lemonade.

You accepted the glass, the coolness of the lemonade a stark contrast to the heat of the moment you’d just experienced. You paused, looking down at the drink as you struggled to find the words that could encapsulate the chaos of your life—the fear, the hurt, the relentless need for survival.

“I grew up in a small town,” you began, taking a deep breath. “Like a commune. Very religious," you explained to Cillian, the words steadying you as you spoke. “I was told what to wear, how to act—everything was planned out for me. And then there was an arranged marriage, which is how I ended up here. I was sixteen, and... I didn’t really have a choice. I had to get married and have children.” The words tumbled out, heavy and laden with the weight of buried memories.

Cillian leaned against the kitchen counter , arms crossed, listening intently. His expression shifted from curiosity to concern, the gravity of your words pulling him in deeper.

“Sixteen?” he echoed, disbelief etched in his features.

"Yes ," you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I was just a child," barely allowing yourself to breathe as the truth tumbled from your lips.

"Fuck," Cillian murmured, his eyes darkening with empathy. “I am so sorry you had to go through that. No one should ever have to live their life like that."

You took a slow sip of the lemonade, the tartness biting against the backdrop of emotions swirling inside you. “I thought it would get better, you know?” you continued, your voice soft, yet steady. “I kept hoping that once I have a child, he would be kinder to me, that things would change. But they didn't. They only got worse.” The vulnerability felt raw as the memories washed over you, each one sharper than the last.

Cillian's expression darkened as he absorbed your words and, just as you spoke, his jaw clenched involuntarily. “No one deserves that,” he said firmly, a simmering anger flickering behind his blue eyes. "And you won't have to go back to him. I promise," he declared, his voice steady, like an anchor in the turbulent sea of your life.

You searched his eyes, desperate for the truth behind his words. “Why are you helping me when you don't even know me?" you asked again and Cillian leaned in slightly, sincerity radiating from his expression. “Like I said before, because it is the right thing to do. You’re a mother, and you deserve a chance at something better. It's as simple as that and I believe that showing some empathy can go a long way. Everyone has their battles, and I understand how important it is to find support when you’re at your lowest."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat tightening as emotions swir led through your chest, catching in your breath. “I don’t know what to say," you managed, your voice thick with gratitude. "You barely know me, yet you're offering so much.”

Cillian shrugged, a modest smile creeping across his lips. “Well, I can't ignore your situation when I have the means to help. I’ve lost too much myself to turn away from someone who needs it. Life’s too short to be selfish and, if I can make a difference, even a small one, I will.”

You held his gaze, absorbing the warmth in his voice, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a flicker of hope ignited within you.

“You make it sound so simple ,” you said, shaking your head slightly, your heart fluttering with the weight of possibility. “But life is far from simple. I feel like I’ve been drowning, and now maybe, for the first time, I can see a lifeline.”

Cillian nodded, his expression filled with understanding. “Drowning can feel inescapable, especially when you’re in survival mode.I have been there myself and it was actually Naomi, the woman you met before, who helped me see the light again after I lost Leanna. At first, it was like a band-aid, but it grew into something else I guess,” Cillian admitted, his gaze softening as he reflected on the past and, even though his relationship with Naomi was complicated, he was grateful for her prsence.

"Now, do you want me to show you to the guest room, so you can settle down?" Cillian finally asked, wanting to change the topic.

You nodded slowly, the weariness of the past few weeks crashing over you like a wave. Just the thought of settling into a space that felt safe, even if only for a moment, lightened the burden on your chest.

Cillian gestured toward the staircase, his demeanor shifting to one of gentle encouragement. “Follow me,” he said, leading you down a narrow hallway adorned with photographs of smiling faces and picturesque landscapes. Cillian's home sang with the echoes of laughter, the warmth of memories captured in time.

"Is this your wife?" you gestured toward a beautiful framed photograph hanging on the wall, your gaze lingering on the smiling woman beside Cillian in the picture, a woman you had seen before, on many occassions.

"Yes, that was Leanna," he said softly, stepping closer to the frame as if reconnecting with a part of his past.

"Oh my god, I have met her," you exclaimed, the realization crashing over you like a wave. “She was at the shelter when I ran away the first time. She... she helped me. I was eighteen and had an abortion. James didn't know. She was one of the clinic nurses who came to check on everyone at the shelter after the procedures. But then I couldn't stay there because I had no identification, so I never got to thank her," you confessed, your voice trembling as memories surged forward.

Cillian's eyes widened in surprise. "She worked at the clinic in Southbank," he said, disbelief and a hint of admiration mingling in his voice.

“She did and she was incredibly kind," you recalled, the memories flooding back with clarity.

Cillian turned to look at you, his expression a blend of shock and reverence. “You know, I didn’t realise that she reached out to anyone at the shelter. She often mentioned wanting to do something more after we moved here, but she focused so much on Nina and her commitments at the clinic," Cillian finished, his voice touched with a bittersweet fondness. "Anyway, let's get you settled in," he said, motioning for you to follow him down the hall as you noticed his eyes tearing up, a hint of nostalgia lingering in his gaze.

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[muldj0rd]

Imola, '00 || Makkinen

Summary: He was even more surprised to see that it was actually Mika standing in the hallway "I give you a key for a reason," Michael hummed, crossing his arms slightly over his chest.

"Yeah, but I'm still mad at you," Mika said, his eyes strained at the German as he just stood there.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, cheating, top!Michael, bottom!Mika, google translated Finnish, google translated german

Masterlist || AO3

Michael didn't expect anyone, so he was confused when he heard the knock on his door. He would've been sure it was Mika if the Finn hadn't been angry and spat in his face at the track.

He was even more surprised to see that it was actually Mika standing in the hallway "I give you a key for a reason," Michael hummed, crossing his arms slightly over his chest.

"Yeah, but I'm still mad at you," Mika said, his eyes strained at the German as he just stood there.

"Of course, you are," Michael mumbled before he stood to the side, letting Mika in.

"It was supposed to be my win," Michael sighed as he closed the door, knowing it was gonna be the same argument as they had in the paddock earlier "I was leading way ahead of you, a-and then you take it from me in the last 20 laps and led with a second," Mika's hands were flying around as he talked.

"Look, Mika i get that you're angry and mad at me, but that's how racing is," Michal said, taking a few steps closer to Mika "Now, you wanna fuck or not?"

"Vitun kusipää" Fucking asshole. Mika said, slightly panting as he got over to Michael, hands on the side of his face, kissing him passionatly.

Michael's hands immediatly went down to Mika's hips, squeezing him softly as he backed him up towards the bed, pushing him down onto it softly.

He leaned back, throwing his shirt onto the floor. Michael leaned down to kiss Mika again, the Finns hands going to his belt.

"Shouldn't you focus on your own clothes, hm? Can't really do anything if you're still fully clothed," Michael teased softly, pushing Mika's hands away, helping him get out of his clothes.

"You're annoying," Mika grumbled, his hands working on getting his pants off.

Michael scoffed softly, raising an eyebrow "You're almost naked lying on my bed ready to get fucked, so sorry if I don't quite believe you," He teased, pulling down his own pants and boxers.

He got back onto the bed, spreading Mika's thighs to make space for himself in between- reaching over to the nightstand, taking out the lube bottle in the drawer.

"You just have it in the drawer?" Mika asked, his breathing slightly heavy as Michael poured some onto his fingers.

Mika gasped softly, a slight whine escaping as the cold liquid was smeared around his hole "I wasn't especting you to be mad at me, so yes," Michael hummed softly, slowly pushing his finger into Mika.

He whimpered softly, his hands grapping onto Michael's biceps, digging his fingers softly into his skin, causing pale spots.

Michael slowly moved his finger, soft moans drawn from Mika's lips, his eyes closed, back arched slightly as he tried to grind his hips down against the German's hand.

"Lay still," Michael said, holding Mika's hips down with his free hand, pushing a second finger into him with the other.

Mika moaned a little louder, his nails digging into Michael's skin, sure to leave marks behind.

Michael leaned down, kissing open-mouthed along Mika's neck and collarbone as he moved his fingers fast, curling them to hit Mika's prostate, making him moan louder.

He leaned back again, slowly pulling his fingers out of Mika "Du bist bezaubernd," You are adorable. Michael chuckled softly when he saw Mika softly scrunched up face.

"What?" Mika asked confused, his breathing rapid as Michael poured lube onto himself, stroking a few times to get the lube all over.

"Nothing," Michael smiled softly, positioning himself against Mika's hole, making the blond take in a sharp breath- a high-pitched whimper leaving his mouth as Michael slowly pushed into him.

Michael stilled his hips, pressing them firm against Mika's backside, both their breathings mingled as Mika slowly got adjusted.

"Move- please," Mika panted, his hands softly squeezing Michael's waist where they had slid down from his biceps.

Michael didn't hesitate before he slowly started moving- soft and slow at first before he picked up his pace, one hand on Mika's hips, the other beside his head, holding up his body weight.

Mika's nails dragged down Michael's back, trying to hold onto him as Michael lifted his hips slightly off of the bed, every thrust now hitting his prostate, making them both moan louder than before.

"Shit, you sound so good, Schatz," Michael moaned softly as he leaned down to mouth at Mika's neck, his hips speeding up- getting deeper, faster and harder.

"Please," Mika whined, his nails hurting against Michael's back at this point, but the German did not care at all- or even notice when one of his hands wrapped around Mika's neglected cock, stroking him to the same speed as his thrusts.

Mika came rather wuickly after that, painting his chest a even paler colour and Michael's hand. Michael slowed down his hands, and made sur eto not hit his prostate, but he didn't slow his hips down as he chased his own orgasm- which came quicker as Mika clenched down around him.

Michael let out a string of German curse words as he came, his face hidden in the crook of Mika's neck, moaning as he emptied inside of Mika, filling him up, his body shaking slightly.

Their breaths gradually came down to a normal speed before Michael slowly pulled out, kissing Mika's jaw softly.

—

They sat in the tub in the hotel bathroom, Mika's back pressed against Michael's front "I told Erja about this- about us," Mika said as his head was leaned back against Michael's shoulder.

"Yeah? She mad? Kicked you out?" Michael asked curious but concerned, kissing the pale skin of Mika's shoulder.

"No- well, she didn't speak to me for several hours, but she eventually came around to it. As long as i don't come home with marks, she'd fine with it," He explained with a slight shrug.

"So you decided to mark me instead? Your nails fucking hurt by the way," He laughed softly.

"Sorry about that- my couch's still avilable," Mika chuckled, jumping slightly when Michael slapped his waist softly.

"You're starting to get on my nerves," Michael smiled, kissing Mika's neck softly.

[anucalor]

Mutuals (Onyankopon x Black!Reader)

y/n is a little shy. when she moves back home, her friend mika tries to get her out the house. what better way than to meet mutuals?

warnings: none. shy/nervous reader. fluff.

“Y/N, come on, it’s just a small get-together,” Mikasa mumbles. 

Mika and I have been close friends for years – constantly keeping in touch, even after I moved hours away. Due to my parents receiving better opportunities, they decided it would be best to leave what we had known behind. Through the years, we made sure to check on each other. She was there for the significant moments of my life, and I was there for her. Virtually, of course.  

That was when I was eleven. I’m twenty-three now.  

After I graduated from nursing school, I felt like it was best to return home. I made sure a job and apartment were secure before taking off. Mika was the first person to greet me with open arms. It felt good to be in a familiar place again. It felt good to be home. 

Months have passed, and things have slowly begun to fall into place. Unlike Mikasa, I’m content with how my life is now. It’s consistent - a little lonely sometimes, but it’s consistent. Being the observant person she is, she noticed but never pushed the subject. That was until tonight. 

“I could go, or I could just stay home while you go,” I quipped with a tight smile. 

Mika shook her head at me and responded.    

  “Look, you don’t have to go,” she looked at me, “I just thought you could meet my other friends. They’re chill, and I can guarantee they’ll love you.” I sighed. 

It’s difficult having to meet new people. Having to worry about the possibility of embarrassing myself is not something that I want to do – especially in front of Mika’s friends. From what I’ve heard, they’re all outgoing, quick-witted, and bold. Depending on the situation, I can be a complete nervous wreck. I’d hate for that to happen in front of her friends.  

“I dunno.” I tried to downplay how I felt, but she noticed and sighed. 

“Okay, but you know that I wouldn’t put you in a situation you weren’t comfortable with.” 

Of course, I know that. But even though I thought about going home, something told me that meeting them wouldn’t be too bad. 

I sigh, “I know. When are you thinking about leaving?” 

“In about an hour,” she responded after checking her phone. 

“Would they mind if I joined you?” I asked, not wanting to intrude. 

Mika immediately shook her head. “Nah, they already said it was cool.”  I chuckled at the fact that she had already asked before responding. 

“Alright, Mika. I’ll go.” She gave a small smile and picked up her phone. I presumed to let them know that I would be joining.  

I made my way towards the full-body mirror in her bedroom. After feeling like I looked my best, I sat on her bed and nervously scrolled on my phone. I’ve heard plenty of stories about her friends, but I’ve never thought about meeting them – until tonight. 

About an hour later, she sent me the address and we made our way to one of their houses – I think she said Connie was his name. We pulled up to the apartment at the same time and exited our cars, making sure to lock them both. I made sure to straighten out my clothes before walking around to meet Mika. I looked up and noticed a small smirk on her face. I tilted my head. 

“What?” 

“You’re so nervous,” she states obviously. 

I smack my lips, “Naw, ‘m not nervous at all.” 

Mika just chuckles and starts walking to our destination. 

We got to the door and knocked. After a few seconds, a guy opened the door. He had a buzz cut, freckles, and tattoos all on his arms. He was wearing black sweats and a white tee.  

‘Cute,’ I thought to myself.  

“You gon’ move out the way or what, Constance?” Mika asked. 

‘So, this is Connie.’ 

He just smacks his lips and moves to the side. I follow her inside. 

“I just opened the door. Whatchu on?” He scrunched his face a bit. 

“Yeah, yeah. Where is everybody?”  

“Upstairs,” he said, locking the door behind him. He turns to look at me before a small smirk takes over his features. “You Y/N, right?” he asked softly.  

I give a small smile and ‘mhm.’ 

He walks up to me and offers his hand. “Nice to meet you, mama. I’m Connie.” 

I placed my hand in his and softly shook it. “Nice to meet you.”  

Mika immediately interfered.  

“Aht, aht! Connie cut that shit out. Leave her alone.” 

I chuckled and removed my hand from his.  

“Ass always cockblocking.” He started to lead us upstairs. 

“Please, she wouldn’t talk to you no way.” They bickered so much like siblings that I could only laugh. 

Soon we made our way to the large room which held about seven other people. They immediately acknowledged Mika, but some perked up at the new face. 

“That her?” a guy with emerald eyes and his hair in a man bun asked Mikasa. 

Mika hummed, grabbed my hand, and led us to a spot to sit while introducing me to everyone and them to me.  

Sasha, Armin, Eren, Ymir, Historia, Jean, Connie... 

“...and that’s Onyankopon.”  

“You can call me Ony.” 

We made eye contact, and I could feel my heart flutter. He was dark-skinned with tattoos. He had studs and a chain on with grey sweats and a black shirt. He’s gorgeous, but he looks like the type to play around... I looked away and smiled at everyone, feeling a little more nervous than when I walked in. 

~ 

And just like Mika said, everyone was chill. They all caught onto the fact that I’m pretty shy, but it was easy to make conversation with almost everyone. 

Ony had been pretty caught up in either playing the game with Eren, Connie, and Jean or on the phone. I, of course, wasn’t gonna say anything. Maybe he’s just a quiet guy. 

But what I didn’t notice was the way Ony looked at me when I entered the room – the way he bit his lip for a moment before looking away. I didn't notice the way he studied my features when I had sat down beside Mika, or the way he smirked and went back to the game after we made eye contact. 

I didn’t notice those things, but oh, some people did... 

Armin: You good Ony? 

Connie looked down at his phone and chuckled. 

Con: his ass feelin' Y/N he good 

Ony glanced at his phone and furrowed his brows before typing. 

Ony: Aye chill out 

Jean: Is he wrong tho? 

Eren: Jean stfu and take this L 

Ony: Bruh thank you 

Eren: I didn’t say he was wrong. Speak up 

Ony rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the game, but the sound of a pretty laugh caused him to briefly peer over at me. Connie chuckled. 

  “Damn. You down bad already,” he teased. Ony just shook his head, focusing back on the game. 

After some time, Mika, Ymir, and I stood up.  

    “’m finna get a drink. Y’all want some?” Ymir questioned while walking towards the door. Mika and I followed her but turned around to see if anyone wanted anything. Ony sat his controller down and stood up.  

“Ima come.” 

It took me a second to realize how tall he was– a little over 6’2” and built. I caught myself, trying not to let my eyes linger, and walked out of the room. I could feel his presence close behind me and his amazing scent was beginning to take over my senses. ‘Ain’t no way I’m this down bad,’ is all I could think to myself. 

Once we made our way to the kitchen, I decided to chill by the bar stools while the others raided Connie’s pantry. 

“You want anything, mama?” I looked at Ony and realized that he was asking me. 

“Umm, just water is okay,” I responded with a small smile.  

He turned around to grab a water bottle for me and placed it in front of me. Simple act, right? Cool. 

After grabbing all they wanted, Mika and Ymir started to head back upstairs. I started to walk behind them, but I felt a small tug on my arm. All three of us turned around. 

“We’ll be up there ina minute.” 

I turned back to look at them, but they simply smirked. 

“Okay, Onya,” Ymir quipped before going upstairs. Ony smirked and shook his head. 

“You good?” Mika asked softly. I nodded, and she followed behind Ymir. 

Once they were far enough away, I turned towards Ony and tilted my head, confused as to what he wanted. 

“Just wanted to talk to you, pretty girl,” he started. I narrow my eyes at him slightly and hum. 

 He slid his hand from my arm to my hand and led me to the living room. Once we sat down, Ony looked at me and spoke. 

“So, how long have you known Mika?” he started. 

I gave a content smile. “We’ve been friends for years. A little over ten, I think.” 

He hummed and turned his attention towards the blank tv in front of us.  

“And how long have you guys been friends?” I asked while crossing my legs on the couch. He turned back to me before starting. 

“We met in high school. I had just moved and here, and Connie’s big-headed ass kinda forced me to chill wit’ everyone.” 

I smile, “Yeah?” 

He bit his lip and nodded. “Mhm.” 

I looked down trying to contain a smile before continuing the conversation.  

A few minutes were just spent with us trying to get to know each other – from questions about our past to what it’s like to have a friend group like theirs. Every now and then, Ony would slide in little flirtatious comments, but I was oblivious to them all that he just narrowed his eyes slightly upon realization. Soon after, I asked, “So, be forreal. Why’d you wanna talk to me?” 

Ony chuckled and began manspreading slightly.  

“I mean, shit. You couldn’t tell?” A confused look overtook my features, and I shook my head no. He just looked at me before saying, “I just wanted to see if you was fuckin wit someone.” 

I tilted my head. “If I was talking to someone?” He smiled at that and nodded, “Why?” 

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself before responding. “Because I think you’re beautiful, and I’m tryina see whatchu on.” 

I was slightly caught off-guard by how blunt he was but tried not to show it. 

“So, I’m taking this as you don’t have a girl?” I questioned. His gaze went from playful to slightly serious. 

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.” I had to look away for a moment, not being used to this undivided attention he was giving me. Ony furrowed his brows before taking his tattooed hand and gently grabbing my jaw to bring my attention back to him. “Uh-uh, mama. Look at me.” 

I looked at him and bit my lip - a nervous habit. He glanced at my lips before licking his own, removing his hand, and smirking. “Let me take you on a date.”  

Before I could respond, I heard some feet coming down the stairs and looked in that direction. It was Mika, Sasha, and Connie. I smiled towards them, trying to make it seem like I’m not a nervous wreck around this man. Sasha smiled, but Connie and Mika knew what type of time Ony was on. 

“You almost ready to head out, N/N?” Mika questioned. I noticed that she had my purse in her hands, just in case.  

“Yeah, gimme just a minute.” She just nodded and walked towards the kitchen with the two following her.  

I turned my attention back to Ony to see that he had already been watching me with soft eyes.  

“So, whatchu think, pretty girl? You gon’ let me take you out?”  

I thought it over for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, Ony. You can.” 

He licked his bottom lip, trying to contain a smile. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.”  

After we exchanged numbers, we stood up from the couch. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. This was a feeling I could get used to. 

“Ima text you soon, mama. Okay?” he mumbled in my ear. 

“I gotchu,” I tried to contain my smile as we pulled away.  

We both walked to the kitchen where Sasha and Connie were bickering and Mika was just watching, shaking her head. She was the first to see us come in and started to stand up. 

“You ready?”  

I nodded and grabbed my purse from her before turning to the remaining three. 

“It was nice meeting yall,” I expressed softly with a smile.  

“You, too, pretty,” Sasha came up to hug me while whispering, “Make sure you come back, yeah?” 

I hugged her back. “Just let me know when, and I gotchu.” 

Once we made our way outside, Mika immediately asked me what was up with Ony. 

“Well, you should know that Ony doesn’t really fuck around like that,” she stated wholeheartedly. 

I stopped walking and looked at her. “You forreal? Because ion wanna get involved with him and get screwed over.” 

Mika stopped and looked at me with an intense gaze. “The reason I stopped Connie earlier was because I know how he is. Onya won’t do that. Damn near against his character,” she tried to make light of the situation, “Trust when I say, you’re good.” 

I smiled, exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Mika saw the effect her words had on me and hugged me. “Just take it slow. He’ll show you wussup,” was her advice. 

“Say less.” 

We separated from one another and finally made our way towards our cars. Once I got in and shut my door, I started my car and made my way home. After walking inside, I locked the door and went straight to the shower. I stayed in a little longer than intended, thinking about tonight’s events – from meeting new people to getting asked on a date. It all felt fast. Maybe I just needed to sleep.  

I shut off the water and began getting ready for bed. It was almost two in the morning before I laid down and heard a small ‘ping!’ from my phone. I looked over to see that it was Ony who texted.  

Ony: Any plans this Friday, pretty?  

I smile before typing, feeling a little hopeful. I guess we’ll just have to wait till then. 

________

ahh. i hope it wasn't too bad. i haven't written anything ina HOT minute. this is a new platform for me. so hopefully it'll be cool. i hope yall enjoy <3 please forgive the mistakes!

[mikaikaika]

I wanna get into the realm cause it looks really interesting. How would you describe it in 2 words?

[mintspice]

Caffeine Crush (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

Prompt: You're a barista at a local coffee/plant shop with a crush on a handsome customer who comes in every day to flirt with you.

Note: This is my first Gojo writing ever. I hope I kept him in character I did my best. I couldn't get this idea out of my head. This is just fluff. Fem reader and modern au. Based on how flustered I would get around him lol

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The freshly ground coffee beans aroma mingled with the earthy scent of blooming jasmine and rosemary, creating a unique and inviting atmosphere within Brew & Bloom. The coffee shop was nestled just across the street from the bustling college campus nearby. It was a haven for students seeking a break from their studies or a place to catch up with friends.

This morning, you were wiping down the tables, humming softly with the song playing in the background, mind drifting. The bells above the glass doors jingled, and you turned around.

It was Satoru Gojo.

His entrance was like a gust of wind, his presence filling the room. Towering at 6'3", with a sharp jawliine and bright blue eyes that seemed to hold a mischievious glint, Gojo was a magnet for attention. He was frustratingly handsome and you couldn't resist crushing on him. The shop started to feel warmer as you looked at him.

He's been visiting the shop every morning since this quarter started, always ordering the same vanilla latte, his eyes lingering on you every time he spoke.

"Morning, Sunshine," He greeted, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "The usual, please."

"Coming right up," You managed, trying your best to play it cool.

As you prepared his latte, you caught him watching you with that same playful glint in his eyes. "You know, you're the only reason I come here," he said, leaning against the counter. "The coffee is just a bonus."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. "Oh, really?" You tried to appear nonchalant.

"Absolutely," Gojo said, a smile playing on his lips. "Your eyes are far more captivating than any cup of joe."

His words were like a sweet poison, making you blush a shade redder than the cherries on the cake inside the display. "You're just saying that," You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"Maybe," Gojo said, his gaze never leaving your face, "But a girl likes to hear it, right?"

The teasing tone in his voice sent a flutter through your stomach. Before you could respond, your coworker, Mika, looked over at you with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Just ask her out already. She never shuts up about you," She chuckled.

"Shut up," You muttered, the heat crawling up your neck getting even hotter.

Gojo's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "So it's true? You do talk about me?"

"Don't be so humble," Mika interjected. "She's positively smitten."

"Smitten?" Gojo repeated, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Well that's a compliment I've never received before."

Your heart pounded as Mika walked back to the freezer, leaving you and Gojo alone.

"You know, I might just take her up on her idea," He leaned closer, his voice a low murmur.

Your breath hitched. The distance between you and Gojo was almost embarrassingly close. His eyes, so intense and captivating, held a spark that made your knees weak.

Before you could respond, the bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of another customer. Gojo reluctantly pulled back, a playful smile still lingering on his lips.

"Later, Sunshine," he said, taking his latte and heading to a table by the window.

You watched him go, your heart a hummingbird trapped in your chest. You had never experienced anything quite like this, this electrifying connection, this playful banter. As you worked, the teasing from Mika continued, fueling your anxiety and excitement in equal measure.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, every moment filled with the anticipation of seeing Gojo again. As the café started to close, you saw him walk through the glass doors, his smile radiating a warmth.

"I'm glad you're still here," He said, taking his usual spot at the counter. "You know, you really shouldn't work so late."

"My shift doesn't end until eight," You replied, feeling a little bolder now.

"Maybe you should let me walk you home," Gojo suggested, his eyes holding a hopeful glint. "It's getting dark."

Your heart pounded. You had never been this vulnerable before, but as you looked into his captivating, sky blue eyes, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you were ready to take a chance. In that moment, the flirtation, the banter, and the playful teasing turned into something more, a possibility of a connection you couldn't quite explain.

"Okay," You whispered, your voice barely audible, but Gojo heard.

The smile that erupted on his face was brighter than the sun.

As you stepped outside the café, the night air enveloped you like a silken cloak. Gojo's tall figure towered over yours, his arms brushing against yours as you led you through the dimly lit streets.

With each step, the weight of his presence grew heavier, his every word resonating with a power that both captivated and intimidated you.

"So, you know how I said I would take your coworker's offer?" He asks, his voice low and husky.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Y-yeah," you stammered.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "I've decided I'm going to ask you out."

Time seemed to stand still as you let his statement sink in. You could continue your predictable life, content with your crush from afar, or you could embrace this unexpected chance and see where it led.

Taking a deep breath, you met Gojo's gaze with a smile. "I would love to go out with you."

His smile returned, brighter than ever. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven," He promised.

As Gojo walked you to your doorstep, you felt a surge of anticipation mixed with trepidation. You had no idea what the future held, but you knew that you had made the right decision.

[atimeofyourlife]

Wake up every morning to this groundhog day

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: time travel au | rated: t | wc: 552 | tags: time loop au, pre steddie Steve gets stuck in a time loop, but is he the only one? Title from Rio by Mika

The first day, Steve thought it had been a weird dream when he woke up to everything being the exact same as it had been the day before. He tried his best to convince himself, despite the fact he felt like he was repeating everything he'd done the day before, the strangest sense of deja vu.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Soon enough, Steve had lived a week of the same day. Waking up to the clothes he'd worn the day before clean in his closet again. The leftovers he'd eaten for dinner were back in the refrigerator. The weed he'd purchased was gone from the pocket of his bag, the money he'd spent on it tucked in it's place. It was really starting to freak him out, but he knew he couldn't bring it up to anyone without them thinking he was insane. Not that he had many people to bring it up to, he no longer spoke to Tommy and Carol, everything was awkward with Nancy since the break up, and there was no way in hell he was going to mention it to the kids, because they would convince themselves that it was somehow Upside Down related and panic and throw themselves into trouble.

So, for the most part, he just tried to follow the motions. Hoping that it would resolve itself. He kept a look out to see if there were any tiny details that changed in each repetition of the day, but came up blank. Even if he tried to change parts of his routine, skipping buying weed, skipping school, changing where and what he ate, it didn't make much difference. He still kept waking up to the same day over and over again.

He ended up buying and smoking weed everyday. It helped calm him down, stop him from freaking out so much. He guessed that because the day kept resetting itself, the weed disappeared from his system when the time moved back. And it wasn't like he was wasting tons of money on it, was he was spending the same money each day, he'd even memorized the serial numbers on the bills, checking them each morning.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington. Chill, you seem so on edge today." Eddie said as he watched Steve from the picnic bench in the woods. Steve had stumbled into the clearing for the daily deal, feeling more and more out of it each day.

"Sorry. I just. I feel like I'm going insane." Steve mumbled, dropping to sit on the opposite side of the bench. He buried his face in his arms.

"I've been feeling like that ever since I started high school." Eddie replied, pulling out baggies of weed from his metal lunchbox. "Tell me what's going on, if I'm feeling generous I might throw in a little extra for free."

"It's. I keep living the same day over and over and over and over. Everyday, it's the Third of April, and it's been like that for so long I've lost count. No matter what I do, nothing changes. I just wake up the next day and it's the Third of April again."

Eddie didn't say anything for a few moments, instead just watching Steve closely. Then finally, "It's been happening to you too?"

[v-albion]

Campfire Confrontation

((Rearranged and cleaned up Cabin 14's RP thread)) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Marco walks to the middle of Cabin 14’s main hangout area. He pulled out a clipboard and began to flip through the first few pages. He sighed, irritated. Guess he has to do his camp counselor duties now. 

“So uh…We have an attendance sheet I need to fill out, so let’s see if everyone is here…uh, True Color kids check… Ghostly kids check…Uh-“ he squinted through his goggles. Yes, he’s supposed to have glasses, does he wear them? No. Reason being? He thinks they look stupid. “Uhh Mike-hail? Mikeehail? Mikhail? Covert Au?“

The rumble of a quiet hum was the only response provided at the utterance of the name. The source stood behind Marco, a thumb hooked through a belt loop, the other unoccupied hand tapping idly by his side, his tapetum lucidem shining through the shadows granted by his hood. After a brief assessment of the layout and present individuals, the figure tipped his head.

“It is Mikhail. The rest of my team is preoccupied at the moment.”

Spirit tilted his head at the turtle “This is camp, what’s there to be preoccupied with?” Mika silently shushed Spirit, the vibes he got from the older turtle were kinda spooking him.

”Hm, Fair enough. You can go ahead and pick a bed for yourself and your brothers.” It’s odd to see a Mikey that isn’t so “cheery”

ICE walked over to stand beside Mikhail, standing on his toes to peer over Marco's shoulder at the list. The newest cabin members were quite interesting, to say the least. A foot clan-themed Donnie? A military-grade Mikey? "you can put me on the list, I suppose. That way we have written proof that I exist."

Marco pulled a knife from his pocket and impaled the attendance sheet on the wall. “There. Write yourself in.”

ICE hesitantly approached the paper, and after glancing at Mikhail, wrote his name down "I want a knife too."

”Hm, fine. Just don’t stab yourself with it. I’m not responsible for any injuries you inflict.” Marco pulled out a small kunai and handed it over. ICE's eyes light up as he holds the knife. He smiled as he walked back and contentedly sat down on his bed, staring at his new weapon.

Spirit pouted and looked away, mumbling, “If I wasn’t dead and a ghost I’d want a knife too” A small bead of sweat rolled down Mika’s temple but he did his best to pay no heed to Spirit’s remark.

The commotion downstairs even drew the attention of the people on the second floor. A few heads peaked down from the railings, watching the proceedings below. 

The Foot Captain noticed the name of his AU mentioned and made his way to the railings. The curtains here provided shadows so he could keep an eye on the ground below while hiding from view. The older turtle talking to Lee before was holding a clipboard. It seemed that the activities were about to begin. He puts a finger to his lips and signals his brothers to quiet down. 

Flicking his screen on, he slowly scans each turtle to gather information. Their appearances, muscle mass, although that one can be deceiving, any weapons, and their gait and posture. Even if they’re in a ‘summer camp’ you can never be safe with so many people around.

He rested his chin on his palm, drawn on brows furrowing as he made note of individuals with threat potential. His lookalike and the child seemed fine but the older turtles seemed dangerous.

Marco squinted at another page, and he sighed "According to the schedule I was handed, we are supposed to have a. .uh. . ‘fireplace bonding’” He didn’t sound too thrilled about the activity.

Spirit bounced on his toes hearing about the campfire activities. His brother Mika was equally excited to hear stories about his cabin mates.

"What are they talking about?" Angelo whispered as he approached his brother. He sits on the chair closest to the railing, looking down at the commotion below. 

"New activity. Fireplace bonding" Foot Captain saved the data and closed his screen. "Is it mandatory?"

Angelo squinted at him, knowing that he would skip if given the chance. "You're joining," he said with a smile.

Donnie clicked his tongue and averted his eyes. "Fine"

Scout looked down at all of the new people excitedly, then back at Hunter. "Can we go with them, please?"

Hunter sighed. "Fine. But we leave when I say so."

"YES!" Scout dragged Hunter behind him down the stairs, grinning like an idiot the whole way. "HI! Sorry I wasn't awake earlier, I'm Scout! Hunter already told me who you guys all are, it's nice to meet you!"

ICE set his knife down and reached out his hand to shake Scout's "So nice to meet you! I and Hunter are already well acquainted..."

"Really? That's perfect! I'm so glad he's making friends! I hope I can too." Scout grinned as he vigorously shook ICE’s hand up and down. 

Mika muffled a snicker by covering his mouth as Spirit floated up to the two to introduce himself. “Nice to meet you, Scout! I’m Spirit.” He pointed behind him. “That’s my brother, Mika. I hope we can get along!”

"Oooh, you're shiny..." Scout raised his hand as if to touch Spirit before stopping himself.

“Come on! They’re gathering downstairs!” Angelo looks back to his two remaining brothers. “They’re gonna leave without us if we don’t hurry!” He vaulted over the railings and slowly floated down to the first floor, his brothers choosing the more sane way of taking the stairs. “Hello everyone!” 

“Take a good look at this adorable face, you’re going to be seeing it more” Spirit teased before seeing Angelo and waving at him eagerly “Hi Angelo!”

“Hi, again Spirit! Sorry for taking off so suddenly before, but we finally got settled in. You should come see it later.”

“All’s good! Oh a tour, sounds fun!” Spirit squealed, floating towards Marco who’s started to open the door, muttering about making s’mores.

Grabbing his phone, ICE follows, slipping in behind Spirit and Mika. “Yay, marshmallow.” 

"I don't know what s’mores are, but sure!" Scout grabs Hunter's arm again, who has been scowling the whole time, and runs to the door.

“Hmm? What’s s’mores” Angelo asked the floating child beside him. 

Spirit dramatically gasped “Only the most, supposedly, delicious camping snack ever!” Mika nodded enthusiastically in agreement. “You guys have no childhood huh?” Spirit remarked, Mika flinched and shot a glare at his disrespectful brother. 

Scout skipped, not exactly knowing where he was going but following the general group. "Well, we've never been to a 'camp' before! And We used to never eat human food, only trash and stuff, and-"

"And that's enough outta you, pipsqueak." Hunter gently held his hand over Scout's mouth. 

“Huh.” Spirit pondered how different each universe turtle’s life was at those responses “Well in that case, you guys are going to enjoy s’mores, they’re basically crackers with a heated-up marshmallow in the middle along with a chocolate bar to make it more sweet, it kinda resembles a hamburger and it’s delicious!” Mika rambled, clearly passionate about food.

"Oooh! Cool!" Scout leaned over to his brother and whispered, "What's a marshmallow?" Hunter shrugged.

“Oh, its a kind of dessert then. I cant wait to try them!” Angelo grinned. “Human foods are really interesting. I don’t have many chances to try them so this will be fun.”

Spirit nodded. “Enjoy them for me! Sadly I lost my taste buds when I became a Divine being-” “Ghost,” Mika interrupted only to be shushed, “so I can’t eat anything.” Spirit said dramatically, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Meanwhile towards the back of the group, Cerulean walked along the rest of his brothers, still keeping an eye on Angelo as he chatted his way to the center of the group. He scanned the surroundings. The tall walls of the caves stretched up so far that he couldn’t see the cave ceiling. He counted the number of people in the group, they’re missing a few it seems.

The group made their way to their assigned campfire area, Marco frowned as he saw no fire lit in the pit. “...uhm, Angelo? Could ya maybe light the pit?”

“Sure thing” A small flame lit up Angelo’s finger before crawling down his palm and wrist. He touched a wood and watched as it was quickly engulfed by flames. He put the wood down into the fire pit,carefully controlling the fire as it grew bigger.

”Thank you. Alright, so what do we need for this “s’mores”?” Marco tilted his head, what an odd word-

Spirit popped next to Marco holding a bunch of sticks “Sticks!” He chirped, holding them out a bit too excitedly, Mika had a bit of a concerned look on his face. Spirit shot a grin at him.

”...uh, we are eating sticks. .?” Marco took a step back from the pile of sticks shoved in front of his face.

“No! The sticks are for roasting the marshmallows! You stick a marshmallow on the tip of the stick and hold it over the fire so it can be roasted!” Spirit explained, handing the sticks to Marco, getting tired of the hesitation. “After the marshmallow is nice and toasty you grab a cracker and place a piece of chocolate on it, then you put the marshmallow and then place another cracker on top. That’s how you make a s’more!”

ICE snickered at Marco as he placed two marshmallows on a stick and proceeded to set them on fire. "Pro tip, make sure to get them so roasted you get heartburn afterward."

”Hm, I see. Well since most of us are here, how about we get to know each other? So I know what I’m dealing with.”

Having just arrived in time to overhear, Mike bounced over. Baby Dee and Baby Lee rested on each of his shoulders, curled up against the crook of his neck. He had Baby El pressed against his plastron, and Baby Angie resting in his hand. If any of these babies were any bigger, he probably would need to learn to juggle one-handed or something. That was a joke, for legal reasons.

He settled down close to the fire, stretching out his legs, slowly dropping all the children into his lap, where they huddled together and gazed out at the fire with rapt attention. This was probably their first time seeing an open flame. "Getting to know each other! Sounds like fun. Twenty questions? Never have I ever? Or, hey, we're by a campfire - why don't we tell some stories?" He rubbed the top of El's head affectionately. El blinked, leaning into the touch. "Just... if you've got anything real graphic coming up, can you let me know so I can cover this little guy's ears? I don't think anyone here wants to be dealing with a two-year-old with nightmares tonight."

“Oh that sounds like fun!” spirit squealed, doing a little loopy loop in the air.

Scout patted at his knees. "Oh, we have stories! Can I tell a story?"

"Don't think you'd be the best person for that, pipsqueak," Hunter said simply.

Scout pushed his face forward as if he was pouting, but his smile returned quickly enough. "I'm great at stories! Like, that one time you killed that raccoon-" Hunter lightly slapped his shoulder. "Kids. Right there."

"What do you meeean? What's wrong with that?" Hunter smacked his forehead in response.

ICE grinned at Hunter "Well why don't you tell a story then?"

Hunter squinted. "What do you want from me."

Scout flopped over his brother. "Maybe you should tell a story if you hate mine so much even though it totally happened when we were kids so it would be fiiine."

"It wouldn't be fine. You don't talk about death in front of kids. Especially when its about animals. I thought I knew less about society than you did." Hunter shook his head. "Spirit over there was right. We didn't have a 'childhood'. Not too many happy stories and the happy ones ain't interesting."

Scout crossed his arms. "The one about the raccoon was happy."

"It wasn't happy. I was a scared kid, hunting on my own for the first time. You're just glad you got food out of it." Hunter growled.

"You were proud of yourself, though!" Scout justified.

Hunter sighed. "Sure, yeah. But I don't think killing giant raccoons is a good story."

Spirit sweated nervously as Mika glared at him for the previous mention of his old comment, he sighed and twiddled his thumbs, begrudgingly opening his mouth to speak. “Um… when Mikey was little, like, 6 or 7, I would mess with the lights and make them flicker a lot and Mikey would blame me to Dad. He was right but no one believed him so he was sent on time out by Raph.” Mika glared harder at him as the memory resurfaced. “Can’t believe I was sent on time out for telling the truth.” he pouted. Spirit stuck his tongue out in a silly form of apology.

Scout leaned over. "Why wouldn't they blame you? You're bright blue, you're hard to miss!"

“Haha, that’s the thing. I’m not visible to anyone but Mika where I live.” Spirit said.  “I’m… gone,” he coughed nervously, “so anytime Mika blamed or even talked about me it would make everyone… uncomfortable.”

"Gone? But you're right-"

"He's dead, Scout," Hunter said bluntly. "I'm sorta jealous, though. It'd be a lot easier to pull pranks on our big brother like that."

ICE looked up in surprise "You're not the oldest? I could've sworn.."

Hunter settled back, looking much more relaxed now. "Nah, that honor goes to Protector. Or, whatever he wants to be called."

“Yeah not gonna lie I also thought you were the oldest,” Spirit nods in agreement. “Not gonna lie, spirit pulled plenty of pranks back in our world,” Mika said, nodding at all the resurfacing memories of his brother’s total confusion over his pranks. Spirit grinned at that. “Oh yeah! Like that one time, I kept moving that Miss’s cuddles plushy from its original spot so now Raph is absolutely terrified of that rabbit! He thought it was haunted and possessed to the point where he threw it away,” Spirit said, grinning ear to ear at the recollection of his brother’s terrified face.

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Ugh, hate rabbits."

"Oh, you guys will LOVE Protector! He's HUGE, and he gives such good hugs, and he always listens when you want to talk and-"

"Uh huh, they get it." Hunter softly pushed Scout's head down into his shell as he continued to ramble.

ICE smiled "He sounds like my Raph. Say, who wants to hear about how I lost my arm?"

"Sure, why not." Hunter smiled.

Spirit sat in his seat giddily, patting his thighs in anticipation.

ICE sat forward eagerly, his grin nearing a crazed gleam "WELL. It happened two years ago. It was a cold morning when we headed out. One of the villains, I forget which, possibly the wrestler tho.. well, he was committing crimes. So, we arrived just in time, and boy did we show him... But then, my oldest brother got the bright idea to throw him into a building, one of which I was in direct line with. To cut a long story short, it crashed down on me, and I was trapped for at least 30 minutes or so before they could safely dig me out. by then, I was pretty frozen stiff, not to mention my arm was still trapped beneath frozen rubble. They were on a time crunch, and cutting my arm off was the safest choice available. ICE chuckles sadistically "should probably mention they also tried to ‘bring me back to life’ with CPR. None of them were trained by the way, and so I also ended up with this sick scar on my neck. Pretty cool, right?”

"Woah! That's so cool!" Scout leaned forward and grinned. "I've got scars too! Check it!" He showed the marks on his wrists and ankles where the skin looked nearly rubbed raw, and a hunk of scar tissue on his leg. "Hunter's got tons of sick scars too!"

"That I will not be sharing." Hunter huffed.

“Oh we sharing scars?! I have one too!” Spirit said, pulling up his shirt to show a large thin darker blue scar that ran straight down his plastron and reflected itself on his shell.

ICE chuckled nervously "Wow, spirit, that’s a really cool scar..." So that was the scar that showed how Spirit died…

“I know right!” Spirit said cheerfully, not paying any mind to their reaction.

Hunter hissed through his teeth at Spirit's scar. "I would ask for the story, but I don't think I want to know."

Spirit pulled his shirt down. “There’s no story, even I don’t know how I got it.” He grinned, but it turned sour before he brightened up. “Not that it matters anyways, what’s happened has happened, there’s no need to worry about it now.” He shrugged.

Marco didn’t pay much attention, he sometimes caught himself staring off into space. He didn’t want to talk about his scars, he had too many scars with too many stories.

Angelo smiled, remembering the many scars littering his body, each bullet wound and scrapes marking his effort in completing his missions. 

"That's a... nice thought." Hunter couldn't help but cringe as he glanced over everyone's scars, especially lingering on the ones on his brother's wrists.

Scout, completely oblivious to his brother's inner conflict, stayed cheery. "Well, I think all your scars are cool. It means you lived through something, right? Even if you don't know what that something is."

“Yeah! Exactly!” Spirit agreed, even though his situation can’t exactly comply with it.

"You know, you're real happy despite your... situation." Hunter said to Spirit awkwardly. "It's cool."

“Ah thanks!” Spirit said, though his demeanor fell for a split second. “Stay this way for 11 years you learn a few things.” He said, he straightened himself up though and whipped out a smile, “but it’s ok! At least I still get to be with my family!”

Raphael winced as he saw spirit, looking like he couldn't be more than 3, showing a gnarly scar running through his plastron. He can't help imagining that happening to his brother. What if Lee actually died before they met each other again? What if he lost his brother and he doesn't even know? He shook his head, getting rid of the thought. It's ok. It's fine. They're all here now, and he'll make sure they stay that way.

He can't help but glance at ICE, particularly his severed arm, imagining how painful it was to have it gone. He rubs his own arms in a self soothing gesture

Cerulean noticed how Raph had started to shrink back, rubbing his arm and staring at ICE in particular. He moved closer and leaned into Raphs arm, offering comfort without a word.

Mika noticed the growing discomfort within the group and decided there was a need to quickly change the subject “Ummmm who wants to play 20 questions? I’ll go first! What is everyone’s favorite show? Personally, Jupiter Jim is an all-time classic, don’t tell dad that though.” Mika said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Ain't never watched shows," Hunter said bluntly. 

"Scav's still trying to get us proper TV!" Scout added.

Angelo shrugged, “I don't really watch shows. Not sure if we even have TVs in the labs honestly. I like to hang out at the Nexus though! Its good entertainment.”

Spirit let out a boo but Mika quickly shushed him with another question. “ favorite food? It’s definitely pizza for me.”

Scout's eyes brightened. "Bugs! Any bugs! Worms, shrimp are good, CJ brings me crickets all the time..."

“Oh! I love roast simurghs! Especially if you char it right, you get that salty-sweet flavor” Angelo added.

“What an interesting pallet everyone has,” Mika noted, making a mental note to remember that. “Anyone else got any questions?”

”. . Hm, how about what’s your universe like?” Marco shrugged, yes so far he himself had skipped questions. 

Scout turned over to Hunter for approval, who nodded reluctantly. "Well, we live in New York, which is like this BIG city with a lot if cool stuff. And we live in the sewers with our dad, who's a rat, not a turtle, and we've got tons of human friends! Like April, and CJ, and I've heard Cassie's voice before even though I've never seen her, but April likes her a lot so she must be nice! And Miss Irma, who fixed my leg, and Protector's shell when it got all ripped open and stuff- and Mister Murakami! He doesn't know we're turtles, but he gives us food! And, uh, Dad's teaching us how to do ninja stuff like his old owner did, because he says we need to defend ourselves from mean people. Like this REALLY mean guy, Dr. Ax-"

"Aaand shuttin' it down." Hunter put a hand over Scout's beak. "We live in the sewers, always have, and we have human friends."

” Hm, interesting…Haven’t seen my April for a while…” Marco mumbled. 

A figure excitedly skipped up to the fire pit “ HELLLLLOoooo! Wowie! Hello new friends! What an interesting bunch!” he had a wide manic smile spread across his face, his red and blue eyes flicking to each turtle at the pit. Marco jumped slightly at his brother’s sudden appearance “Jesus-“

Raph could feel Lee tense up against his arm, he glanced at his brother, face still serene as usual. He kept his eye on the newcomer.

Hunter squinted at the figure’s lab coat, wrapping a possessive arm around his brother.

ICE looked up from his burning marshmallow "AHA! A like-minded fellow! Here, there is a free seat beside me!!" 

“ICE, ICE, I think your marshmallow is burnt enough” He winces as another part of the marshmallow melted off. “Is that how you’re supposed to eat it?” He looked at his own speared marshmallow, shrugging before he held it towards the fire.

ICE looked down at his marshmallow, before shaking his head "Alas, it has not reached its full potential yet. But soon..."

The newcomer zips around to Foot Captain “Whoaaaaaa! Nice battleshell! Did you build it yourself?! Wait, you’re a Donnie of course you did! Marco! You got yourself awesome friends!!” He twirled around Captain. 

Foot Captain glanced the new turtle up and down. Is this…. His counterpart? He seems a bit… eccentric, to say the least. He nodded. “Of course, I built it myself. Top-of-the-line Genius Built brand. Patent pending” he muttered the last part to himself. “So… you’re future me?” His eyes move from the lab coat to the mismatched goggles, trying to catalog as much as possible.

” Mmmhm! And you’re younger me!! Wow! You’re in Foot clan gear!! My Draxum told me alllllllll about it!”He couldn’t stay still.

Hunter's arm wrapped tighter at Draxum's name, causing Scout to squeak.

“How does Baron Draxum factor into this?” He resisted the urge to look towards Angelo.

”Well my good ol pops, told me all about how foot clan is run! I had a brother who used to be in the Foot Clan! Pretty sure he was sold to him-“ He giggled, deciding to keep Marco’s name out of it. 

“Well, someone has to make ends meet i guess.” He busies himself by stabbing a new marshmallow on his stick, not quite sure how to continue the conversation and frankly getting more and more uncomfortable the longer FE!Donnie stares at him. “Do you need anything else, or….”

Scout leaned to Hunter and whispered, not very quietly, "Why does that name sorta sound like-"

"I dunno," Hunter replied, not whispering at all. "I still don't understand any of this universe bull, and egghead didn't explain it well enough when we got here. But if I see him here, somebody's getting their head bashed in."

Marco quickly walked over and proceeded to drag Donnie over to a seat next to him, ignoring his brother’s whines of protest about him ruining his fun. “Apologies.”

Hunter stuck his neck out at Donnie. "Yeah, real fun." He huffed, baring his teeth.

"Hey, be nice!" Scout whined. "I'm Scout, this is Hunter, it's nice to meet you!" With a bit of a struggle due to his entanglement with his brother, Scout got an arm out to wave.

Mika stared at this alternate older version of his brother, it slightly unnerved him how unhinged he was compared to his Donnie, although it was still Donnie. Spirit quickly hid behind Mika, the sudden appearance of another person spooked him.

” PSYSTT- Marco, Marco Marco-“ Donnie poked Marco’s cheek repeatedly as he loudly whispered. 

“What”

”You should totallyyy become friends with other me! He’s from the Foot too!!” He still whispered loudly, which was not hard to listen in.

Marco’s eyebrow twitched. “Donnie-“

”Oop- Sorrryyy- couldn’t help myself!!” Donnie giggled as he looked around the campfire. All of a sudden he stopped. A mystic gun materialized in his hand.

Marco shot an alarmed look at the gun. “Uh, Donnie? Hey buddy?”

He peers over to what Donnie is looking at, trying to figure out what got him spooked. 

Spirit peered over Mika’s shoulder and spotted the gun, his eyes widened and he quickly moved in front of Mika in a sad attempt to protect him.

Hunter hunched over Scout and full-on growled. "What is your deal, man?"

ICE finished eating his s'more, before complaining "I want a gun too."

FE!Donnie’s breathing was quick he stood up and lifted the gun right in Angelo’s direction. He kept a wide smile, his red and blue pupils shrank slightly with insanity.

Angelo's instinct flared as he felt a murderous intent directed at him. Years of being attacked randomly caused him to snap his head from his conversation with ICE, immediately seeing the barrel of a gun pointing at him. His eyes and hands glowed, ready to summon his chains the second the gun fired. He didn’t want to be the first to spill blood here without reason. His dad may call that a weakness, but he's here to make friends, not enemies.

However, before anyone could do anything, a figure emerges behind the gun-wielding turtle. Tall, hooded, *silent*. He quickly brought a gloved hand over the gunner's beak, muttering something too low for him to hear. A purple mist began to spread from his hand, and after a quick struggle, the gun dissolved into purple pixels and the gunner slumped to the ground unconscious.

A flurry of movements around the campfire. Marco, It's Marco, right? summoned a large mystic bow, an arrow pointed at the figure. "... What the hell did you do to my brother" he growled, the string of his bow tensing as it was pulled back. 

A snicker sounded from beside him as ICE called out, "NGL, your brother was about to shoot someone". 

Hunter, who's sitting on the other side of him holding his brother Scout like a plushie, glared over at ICE. " You're way too chill about this." 

ICE leans over and whispers, a slightly crazed grin on his face, "Coffee in the morning, coffee at lunch, and coffee for dinner makes the brain cells go away." 

Hunter's snout scrunched. He looked down at his brother. "Scout, I don't like it here, they're usin' too many human words."

"Oh come on, you remember what coffee is!"

"Not really."

The figure tilted his head agreeing with ICE's comment. He flexes his fingers, displaying purple reflexive nodes on the tips of his digits, trailing to the core at the center of his wrist. The purple mist from before retreated down the tubings as soon as he curled his fingers. 

"A sedative appropriate for this situation. He will remain stable and will awaken in approximately 12 hours after the relaxant works through his system". He eyed the weapon aimed at him, raising a brow. "I do hope for your sake that's not for me"

A quiet spread for a bit. Foot Captain gripped his currently collapsed tech scythe, ready to bring it out when a fight broke. He couldn’t believe someone pulled a gun on his brother again. He glared at the unconscious figure on the ground. He knew there was something weird about him. He would have to do some research before he can plan out a revenge. 

The silence broke as Marco releases the tension in his bow. "Hm, apologies. I was taught to always be vigilant and besides, unless you don't want to be on the ground having a nightmare I wouldn't threaten me." He shrugs, nonchalant. He gestured with his bow, "Interesting technology. I do favor combining technology with medical science." He opened his hands as the bow disappeared into pink mystic strings, he sighed as he rubbed his forehead, his goggles reflected the light of the campfire, hiding his eyes from view.

The silent newcomer, he really should find out his name, clicked his tongue and shrugged, taking a seat closer to the campfire, but still a ways away from everyone else. Foot Captain sees how the figure moving caused Angelo to clench his fist, eyes and hands glowing and expression closed off. No smile in sight for the first time since they arrived at camp. It appears that he's in mission mode now. Great. Now none of his family will sleep tonight. Well, perhaps Raph, but the rest of his brothers will keep watch so Raph can sleep if he'd like. 

The figure continued when he sat down. "It's not so much a threat as it is an invitation. Besides..." *The canisters of his respirator clocked inwards, a muffled inhale audible amongst the sidebar conversations and crackles from the fire. He rolled his shoulders before settling back into his former position, exhaling slowly as the next words rumbled from his mask.

“Nightmares aren’t such a dreadful thing...”

A rustling sounded as Hunter sniffed sharply and started to stand. 'Yeah, no, we ain't stickin' around for this." He grips his brother tighter.

"What? Why?" Scout, still smiling, asked, "He didn't even say his name yet!"

"Uh, excuse me? 'Nightmares aren't such a...' whatever he said?!"

Spirit slowly dropped his floating position and decided just to sit next to Mika, a nervous look on both of them but Spirit seemed more worried about the unconscious turtle on the ground.

Scout noticed Spirit's worried expression. "Don't worry, Spirit! If he's just like me, he should feel fine when he wakes up! All my brothers were alright when we got... uh... sedated?"

Hunter sighed. "Y'know, at this point, I just can't stop you."

The comment about all of Scout’s brothers being sedated probably made Spirit more concerned, but he didn’t let that show as he smiled, “Thanks, Scout.”

”You are bold to be quick to say that. Everyone is afraid of something, it can be themselves if I want to.“ Marco muttered that last part to himself as he rubbed the scars on the back of his neck, covering the weird Kraang symbols marking it.

Campfire. Dark. Avoidance. Hesitation. Fear. Based on his prior research, everything seemed in order. He watched as FE! Marco touches a place on the back of his neck. A remnant or ‘call’, sourced by this individual’s fears, perhaps. Nevertheless, he wasn’t here to prey on these individuals, despite his contradictory appearance. His canisters clocked inward once again and he took another breath.

“I can’t say that I have a habit of absconding from suffering, whether it manifests by the hand of fear or otherwise. No… I’m rather curious to see…” He paused to breathe again, only for his vocals to return with a rasp.

“…If you can show me something that hasn't already been revealed to me....But I digress for now. Everything has its place and order in due season.” He tips his head to the other campers. “...You may refer to me as ‘Donovan’.”

Marco raised his eyebrow, ”I would prefer to not use my power, but nice to meet you, Donovan. Unique name.”

Hunter cringed. "If there's this many Donnie's, I think I'm gonna hate it here." His answer was a loud snore from the Donnie currently face down on the ground

ICE walked over from his spot and held out his hand to shake Donovan's "All this excitement aside, I don't think we were properly introduced. My name is ICE." 

”Marco. your camp counselor. aka babysitter.” He rubbed his head and his mask, his goggles had been irritating to wear for a while. He knew it wouldn’t be wise to take them off.

Scout leaned forward cheerily again, only to be pulled back by Hunter. "I'm Scout, this is Hunter! He's being weird right now."

Maintaining 'goggle-to-goggle contact' with Marco, Donovan didn’t budge. Instead, another gloved hand claimed his place, gripping ICE firmly. Blue fabric dangled in front of their face, trailing up to the owner of the smug, close-lipped smile hovering above them. Crimson crescents illuminated slightly, complimenting his blood-red pupils. He held the hand at bay for a little longer than comfort would dictate before claiming his hand to his side, making his way over to his brother. Both of them simultaneously nodded at Scout and Hunter’s introduction thereafter.

Marco growled slightly underneath his breath, he had the stinging feeling that Donovan was onto him or knew about his eyes. He didn’t pay any attention to the new “Leo”.

He decided to look down at his holographic computer that appeared from his watch, swiping through it.

ICE chuckled nervously, before quietly retiring to his seat and eating a marshmallow like a normal person. He now understood Hunter's wish to leave and head back to the cabin, and would probably join him if he actually ended up doing so.

Hunter couldn't help but grin and stretch his neck in ICE's direction. "Not so chill now, huh, shrimp?"

ICE glared in his direction as he took another bite of his normal s'more. "Shut it" he muttered irritably

"You first." Hunter's grin widened. To his surprise, ICE did indeed 'shut it'

Foot Captain bristled as more and more people started to appear, he felt Raph put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a concerned look. he shook his head, telling his brother "I'm fine".

"Maybe we should go. I don't like how that guy pointed a gun at Angelo before." Raph frowned, preparing to stand up. 

Spirit wasn’t sure whether he should be terrified or amazed and these new turtles so he just sat still in his seat and fiddled with the end of one of his mask tails while shooting glances at them

The blue-clad newcomer maneuvered his mask tails between his fingers, shooting a glance at Spirit, the smile never leaving his face. He hadn’t blinked since he’d arrived. Not once.

Spirit shivered in his spot and quickly hid behind Mika who smiled warily at the scarier version of his blue brother

”Well tea time is over for me. I'll see you all later.” He got up, he seemed a bit panicked. He didn’t even really say anything about himself.

Hunter looked to be visibly worried at the departing Marco. Meanwhile, Scout kept smiling. "Aw, see you later Marco!"

The blue-clothed figure ticked his head up, his eyes briefly giving off an orange glint, a smile dissipating in tandem. Donovan didn’t have to look to get the hint. Getting up from his seat, he followed his brother into the dark. They wouldn’t be seen again for the rest of the night.

Angelo felt a tap on his shoulder. He tore his eye from FE!Donnie and the disappearing Donovan. He looked back to see his brothers standing behind him. Raph smiled and mouthed 'wanna go?' He nodded, adrenaline still high even if there was no fight occurring. he summoned his cloak and kusarigama as a precaution as they left. He doesn't feel safe anymore. He saw that Donnie already held his bo, knuckles white where it gripped the metal. 

Silence settles down on the campfire again. Distant sounds of the other campfire's conversation and laughter sounded. However, over here, it was tense, the crackling sounds of the fire the only thing filling the silence. 

ICE silently got up, and got himself some more marshmallows, before sitting back down to roast them.

Hunter watches the spot where Marco left. "Huh. So, uh, who's bringin' weirdo's brother's body back to the cabin? Or are we leavin it here?"

Said brother rises as if he was in a coffin. “Nah! I’m good!”, making a few people jump in surprise. 

Hunter grabs Scout defensively. "Shell, man. You don't just do that."

ICE stood up and looked at everyone else "Well! I think it would be a great idea for all of us to head back to the cabin, like right now!"

"Sounds great to me." Hunter swung his neck around to pop it as he stood up, grabbing Scout's arm to head back toward the cabin.

FE!Donnie kicks his feet around. “You guys go ahead!! I’m not even from this cabin!!” he giggled.

Masterpost

True Colors by me

Fear’s Embrace by @karonkar

Covert AU by@chessman-protocol

Hold Every Memory by @languajix

Ghost of the Past by @wandering-ghost

Starry Tmnt by @just-another-tired-gay-artist

It’s a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge

Tmnt: Second Shot Crew by @twignotstick

[sionisjaune]

Mika/Nico 2004 Arctic Rally flirtation on the occasion of @blorbocedes ‘s birthday!

Mika is stripping down to his thermals when the kid slinks inside his cabin, bundled in a thick winter coat, tufts of blonde hair poking out underneath a knit hat. He bites the inside of his cheek, manufacturing a reason to grimace instead of welcoming Nico into his arms like he used to do when he could still call himself innocent. 

“Not your cabin,” says Mika, tugging off a sweaty glove and tossing it on the countertop.

Nico shuts the door behind him and braces himself against it, nose red from the chill outside. His entire face, or at least the part visible between the collar of his coat and the hem of his hat, is chafed red and blotchy. He licks his lips, and Mika’s gaze lingers on the chapped and wind-bitten skin of his mouth. 

“My dad snores,” Nico mumbles. “Just wanted to get some rest—”

“No,” says Mika, immediately. He knows what Nico’s going to ask of him, and he knows that if Nico asks it outright, he’s going to say yes. 

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say!” says Nico, pouting rather childishly. Mika wonders what it says about him that he finds Nico’s worst moments attractive.

“No,” says Mika again. “Go back to your room. Cabins are for competitors only.”

Nico tilts his head, still tucked against the door in his coat. Mika watches him shuck his scarf and toss it haphazardly on Mika’s sofa. “I could compete,” says Nico. “I’m good on the ice.” 

“You’re not—” says Mika.

Nico cuts him off, a sparkle in his eye. “Old enough?”

“Used to rally,” Mika finishes. “It’s an entirely different sport.” 

“Really?” says Nico, eyes widening. It’s obvious what he’s doing. Mika strips off his other glove and lets it happen anyway, peeling his racesuit down his chest to hang around his hips. Nico makes a parallel move, drawing the zipper open and shimmying the coat down his arms to reveal a tanned neck and collarbones, the result of a half-Finn unaccustomed to his native climate. Mika doesn’t know why Keke bothered to drag him to Lapland to spectate. “Explain it to me,” says Nico. He drops his jacket on the floor and joins his scarf on Mika’s sofa, curling his legs underneath him.

“First of all, you have a co-driver in the car with you,” says Mika. He tugs the racesuit the rest of the way down, pulling it off his ankles one leg at a time. He was going to make use of the cabin’s meager hot water tank and shower off the sweat sticking to his skin, but with Nico around it’s probably best he keeps his clothing on. 

Nico shrugs, wrapping his arms around himself as if to stave off the cold. “I could handle that. I already have an engineer in F3.”

“It’s a different relationship,” Mika corrects. He can’t help but fall into this avuncular role with Nico, like Keke is still in the room.

“A relationship,” Nico purrs, learning over the edge of the couch. Mika bites the inside of his cheek, wondering where Nico learned this from. He stalls for time by folding his racesuit into a neat little rectangle and setting it on the countertop beside his gloves. It reeks of stale sweat and the ankles are damp with melted snow, but if Nico minds he doesn’t say anything. 

Mika sinks into the armchair opposite Nico and watches Nico furtively scoot towards the end of the sofa closest to Mika. His bare arms are startlingly skinny against the thin fabric of a white singlet. The faded jeans make him look like a ten-euro hooker, even though Mika knows Nico doesn’t wear anything that costs less than a hundred. 

“I bet you disregard your engineer all the time,” says Mika.

“No I don’t,” says Nico. 

Mika gives him a meaningful look. 

“Fine,” says Nico. “Sometimes. But only when he’s wrong.”

“Ah,” says Mika. “The difference is that your co-driver cannot be wrong. You trust him implicitly. If he says full-throttle, you don’t break until the finish line.” 

Nico wrinkles his nose. “I can’t picture you taking orders from anybody.” 

Mika raises a hand to massage his temples. “When I need to,” he says. The hand in front of his eyes conveniently blocks his view of Nico curled up on the corner of the couch, but he can still hear Nico twisting and fidgeting around. 

“Tired?” says Nico. 

“Yes,” says Mika. 

“Me too,” says Nico. He shuffles around on the couch again, and then seems to still. A moment later, Mika feels him plop down on the arm of the chair next to him. He drapes his long legs over Mika’s lap and leans close to his ear. Mika removes his hand from his face just in time for a lock of Nico’s hair to fall in his face while Nico murmurs in his ear. “And I’m cold. It’s fucking freezing in here.” 

Mika bites the inside of his cheek again. The flesh is getting raw, like it always does around Nico. 

“Nico,” he warns. 

“What?” says Nico. He’s completely irreverent. 

Mika shifts to create more space between himself and Nico’s skinny frame. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“Doing what?” says Nico.

“You know what,” says Mika. 

“I just want to warm up,” says Nico, curling closer. 

“I have to race tomorrow,” says Mika. He can hear his own voice wavering.

The corners of Nico’s mouth curl like a cat toying with its prey. “Nothing that will make you sore.” 

Mika exhales, rubbing his temples again. “Not even pretending anymore?” 

Hearing his permission, Nico slides into Mika’s lap and surrounds him like his limbs are made of putty. He wraps his arms around Mika’s neck and attaches his mouth to the skin above the collar of Mika’s thermal shirt. “I don’t need to,” he whispers. “Besides, don’t you want to see what I’m wearing under this?”