#none but hiccup can drive

[triplestrike-trainer]

They’re on a road trip

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

prev pt. 2*

—synopsis. you run into hamzah again at the bar

notes 🫧: can they please come off hiatus 😢

— 🐞

after appearing in mandy's video, you seemed to have attracted a lot of her and the slushy noobz's fandoms to your accounts. it seemed like every minute your phone was buzzing with new followers and fans, but you were grateful for the traction you received.

it’d been almost two months now and you haven’t seen the group since, just an occasional coffee with mandy - you had your own life and your own friends so you were often too busy.

you turned 21 last week but between jobs and school, tonight was the night to celebrate with your friends.

you were going bar and club hopping with some of your friends, who were running a little late by now but the night was still young.

you got dressed, deciding that your hair and makeup were to your liking when someone knocked your door.

“hellooooo sexy!!!!” your friend, ruby exclaimed checking you out as you did a twirl showing off your outfit before popping your hip. “oh the sexies are gonna be on you tonight, bad!” she squealed before hugging you.

“i’m so glad we’re finally doing this, miss twenty one” she shook you with her tongue out. “i’m ready to get drunkkk, legally at least”

“sorry we’re latee” maia and stella came up from down the hall behind ruby. “you know our people always late” maia joked. “oh my god you look good as fuck. you should take a picture and send it to that ham za guy” she bit her nail suggestively.

“oh my god please, give it a rest” you sighed with a smile. “oh come on. according to the tiktok comment experts, he wants you” maia said. “it also doesn’t take an expert to see how giggly and flirty you guys were in that video” ruby added.

“plus he’s sexy, those tiktok edits really do him justice” stella smirked. “you’re not lying” you giggled.

you grabbed your fur coat, throwing it on before grabbing your purse. “let’s get fucked up tonight girlssss” you and your friends cheered.

you left your cars at your house on account of none of you wanting to drive home drunk and after a few minutes of walking, you made it to the first stop of the night.

it was a little dive bar with live music and you almost immediately headed to the bar for drinks.

maia ordered a round of shots for the group. you rotated between synchronized shots on a countdown - licking, sipping, sucking.

“first *legal* shot!” maia yelled and you cheered.

after about an hour you left the bar, walking down the streets to find your next target.

“yo how are you guys already drunk?” maia asked, slurring her own words as she giggled. “oh you’re one to talk, miss lightweight” stella held her waist.

the target in question was a karaoke bar ten minutes away. ruby opened the door and you all followed her in.

the bar was a nice cozy spot, karaoke stage tucked in the back corner, big bar on the side, and booths lining the walls and there was currently a group of guys on stage, singing good riddance by green day slightly off key.

ruby spoke to the hostess and got you guys a table in the back by the stage. you all ordered a plethora of finger foods - wings, loaded fries, sandwiches, etc. and a steady flow of drinks that the bar creatively named.

you were sipping on a love on the beach and after a bit of convincing, maia signed your table up to sing.

after the last duo was finished and everyone clapped, your group made your way to the stage and the alcohol flowing through your body seemed to take away any social anxiety that sober you would be feeling right now.

you picked bulletproof by la roux and after struggling through the song with giggles, hiccups, and off key notes, you were given a round of applause with cheers that almost seemed like they were just glad you guys were off the stage.

you sat back down in a fit of laughter, turning your attention back to the stage. you were taken aback when hamzah, martin, and freddie go up, you didn’t even realize they were here. you were also shocked to see hamzah with bleached hair, you had to admit it was doing something to you.

they turned on pop!, you couldn’t help but giggle and pull your phone out to record. you made eye contact with hamzah, waving from your seat.

he pulled a shy smile, a little embarrassed. he saw you go up before him and it almost made him not go up, but he was a little buzzed so he wasn’t too nervous.

he didn’t know you’d be here tonight, out with friends he hasn’t seen except for on your instagram. you looked really pretty, your top was sparkling under the cheap spotlight on the ceiling and you were all smily and giggly on stage.

he missed his cue before locking back in to finish the song. he looked at you again as you laughed and clapped with the audience.

“you should go talk to him” ruby nudged you. “but i’m here with you guys, we haven’t hung out in forever.” you said. “i promise you, we’ll be fine. plus he’s looking over here, it looks like his twinky white friend is leaving.” maia pointed out. “martin?” you giggled and she nodded her head. “so what?”

“sooo… he’s gonna be lonely. you don’t want some other girl in here to keep him company before you get a chance too” she continued.

“plus it’s not like it has to be a big deal, just go chat” ruby encouraged. “orrr you could get a lil birthday present” stella winked. you scoffed and took the last sips of your drink before grabbing your phone and going over to him.

“hey” you smiled “oh hey” he put his phone away, smiling back at you. “where’d they go?” “oh martin left to go watch a late movie with mandy or something. and freddie went to the bathroom”

you took that as an invitation to sit down with him. “where’d your friends go?” he asked you. “oh they’re just over there” you pointed behind you to find the three girls already staring back at you and quickly turning their heads away.

“i liked your song” you giggled. “i liked yours too…i didn’t know you’d be here tonight”

“yeah we just got here like an hour ago. we’re just out celebrating my birthday” you told him. “right, happy birthday” he said. “i know, you already texted me last week” “well i just wanted to say it again in person” he smiled.

“wait so no offense but if you just got here, you seem a little drunk already” he teased. “alllright.” you laughed “we were bar hopping, we were at tony’s before this” you told him and he nod his head.

“i’m liking the blond” you pointed to his hair. “yeah?” his voice cracked a little. “i did it myself last week i wasn’t sure how i liked it. but since you like it i love it” he smirked.

you talked for a while, twenty minutes passing by undetected.

your friends came up to the table saying they payed the tab and were gonna head out on account of miah being hammered.

“um i can take you home” hamzah offered, not wanting you to leave just yet. “are you sure?” you asked him. “yep, haven’t had anything to drink. i swear” he put his hand on his heart.

“take good care of her, okay?” ruby told him. “pinky swear” he put his hands together.

“um do you want anything else to drink or eat or something?”

“um just a water lowkey. i don’t need to be any more freaking drunk right now” you told him.

after talking a bit more and finishing your water, you were ready to go. “wait what about it freddie?” you asked. “oh he’s been busy” hamzah pointed behind you to freddie chatting with some woman at the bar.

you put on your coat and followed hamzah out to his car, walking up to the passenger side. “nah i got it” he opened the door for you and let you sit down, inhaling the air around you before closing it and going to his side.

“you smell really good” he said, starting the car. “i mean you look really good…tonight, and always” he awkwardly blurted.

“thank you” you giggled and he smiled. “wait where do you live?” “you’ve been to my house before boi” “i know but i don’t remember the address” you told him your address and he put it in the gps.

he drove the fifteen minutes to your house, occasionally looking at you in the side of his eye. finally, he pulled up in front of your gate.

“i’m kinda glad freddie dragged us out tonight” he said. “oh yeah me too, im glad i saw you”

his eyes flickered down to your lips, the gloss screaming for his attention.

he leaned in and you let him, his lips catching yours in a peck before you kissed back.

you both leaned over the console and he put his hand up to the side of your cheek, slightly entangling his fingers through your hair, simultaneously deepening the kiss.

you put your hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer as your lips moved in sync. the music was only playing at a low volume and all you heard were your mouths moving together and deep breaths.

hamzah dipped his hand under your jacket, resting it on your bare waist that peeked through your shirt. he kissed you like he truly needed it, like it was life or death.

without breaking the kiss you eased your leg over the console as hamzah guided you by your hips to sit on his lap. his hands played with the top of your skirt and he moved to kiss your neck before your foot hit the horn, startling you both.

you looked at each other before laughing and you sighed. “i guess that’s my cue to go.” you joked.

“yeah, you’re probably right. i probably shouldn’t have done that” he said as you climbed back over to your seat. “what do you mean? i kissed you back”

“yeah but i don’t wanna do anything crazy if you’re drunk and not in some car” he said. “hm okay yeah i understand. good night hamzah” you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

he watched you leave and enter your house before pulling off, sighing with both content and discontent.

this was my motivation to finish this chapter

[mysunshinetemptress]

Fix This

Leah Williamson x reader x Alessia Russo

Warnings: Basic writing first one back so be nice yeah

“I-I miss you, bo-both of you”

You feel your heart break as you watch tears pool at the bottom of Alessia’s eyes and theres nothing you or Leah can do about it over this stupid facetime call, but its not like Alessias only up the road, shes four hours away in Manchester, four hours away from a hug, a kiss a cuddle, a hand running through her hair telling her everything is going to be ok.

If this was any other night you would get in your car and drive those four hours to her, to hug her, kiss her, cuddle her, run your hand through her bright blonde hair and tell her its going to be ok but its not any other night, its the night before the new season, the night before you play Brighton at Meadow park.

Your heart hurts more and more as you watch the older girl wipe her red eyes with her (Leah's) jumper sleeve, sniffling and hiccuping still.

"We will see you soon love we promise."

Alessia knows thats the best the both of you can do but it still hurts, the distance still hurts.

"Don't hang up the phone please." You shake your head, "Never Less, we are on this end for as long as you need." Alessia nods softly her voice quite "Just until i fall asleep at least." Leah nodds "Of course Darlin as long as you need."

You fall asleep first, it happens every time, your head perched on Leah's chest so you could still see Alessia but the sound of the older pair talking in hushed voices always sends you to sleep sooner than you'd like, you've tried many times to stay awake for less's sake you say, but you can't, as soon as the hushed voices are brought in your out like a light.

"Go to sleep Darlin, you look exhausted.`' Alessia only hums at Leah's reguest her eyes fixated on you, she misses you, misses you falling asleep on her as she combs her fingers through your hair talking about the most random thing, she misses Leah too, she misses the way Leah entertains her random thoughts, how she always knows the right things to say, when she needs to be held and not let go of, or when she eventually does need to be let go of, she misses playing house with the two of you, misses lying around the house, running silly little errands, cooking dinner, movie nights, late mornings spent wrapped in bed together, the things she can only do during the short breaks the seasons allow.

"Don't hang up" Leah smiled softly at the younger girl "Never" Alessia nodds adjusting herself "Tell her I love her" Leah sighs her eyes flicking to you. "Trust me pretty girl, she knows." Alessia nods "But still." Leah agrees whispering a soft goodnight as Alessias eyes begin to shut.

International breaks were the best times for the three of you to get together, to be together happy in a relationship that wasn’t miles apart.

None of you shared rooms Leah stayed with Georgia, Less with Tooney and you with Alex. The girls had their roommates by the time you got called up to the senior squad, you being a couple years younger then Less and so even though you had all been together a couple of months you didn’t want to disrupt their camp routines and instead stayed with Alex, the older girl being sure to look after you at every opportunity.

Still during down time your teammates could find the three of you stuck together, either in the chill room, squished on someone’s bed asleep as a movie played in the background or wandering the grounds. These camps were no different and as you headed to your second last camp of the year you prepared to be joint at the hip with your blondies.

Only Less didn’t seek you or Leah out on your arrival like she normally did and when you found her she simply gave you a hug and a quick kiss before wandering off with her United girls.

As the days passed during the international camp, your heart ached with growing concern. Alessia's usual bubbly energy seemed subdued, her laughter replaced by a quiet melancholy. Leah noticed it too, her worried glances mirroring your own.

"Are you okay?" Leah asked one evening as you sat together in the team's lounge.

You shrugged. "I guess. It's just... why won't she talk to us."

Leah knew what you meant. The season was ramping up, and the pressure was on. But she also knew that something else was bothering you.

"I don't know love, maybe theres things happening with Marc that she just doesn't want to talk to us about yet, but she'll come when shes ready ok."

You hesitated. "hmm. I don't know. I'm worried about her Le."

Leah reached out and took your hand. "It's okay to be worried but Less knows we're here."

You sighed. "I just miss her. And I'm worried about her. She's been working really hard, and I know she's stressed."

Leah nodded. "I understand. I do. I feel the the same way."

You flop your head on to Leah's shoulder "I love you."

Leah kissed your fair squeezing you tightly “I love you too, she does too darling she’s just having a hard time showing it.”

The international break was supposed to be a respite, a chance for the three of you to reconnect and recharge. But the weight of distance and unspoken worries hung heavy in the air. Alessia's usual vibrant spirit was dimmed, replaced by a quiet melancholy that worried you and Leah.

The following day, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Alessia was still distant, her smiles forced and her laughter absent. During a training session, you caught her staring into space, a far-off look in her eyes.

After practice, you approached her cautiously. "Less, can we talk?"

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "What."

You found a quiet corner of the training ground, the two of you sitting side by side. "What's wrong, love? You've been off."

Alessia hesitated, her eyes darting away, but her voice harsh and cold. "It's nothing. Just a lot going on."

You knew that wasn't the whole truth. "Is it Marc? Something with the team?"

Alessia turns snapping immediately "It's none of your business!" You flinch at her harshness, Leah placing a hand on your back rubbing gentle circles trying to calm you. "I'm fine okay? Just leave me alone." She stands up and walks off, leaving you and Leah stunned.

"Less, please," Leah interjected, her voice gentle but firm. "We're just worried about you."

Alessia scoffed. "Worried? You? You're worried about me? You're worried about your own careers, your own lives. You don't care about me."

Your heart sank. You knew that wasn't true, but you couldn't argue with her. She was hurting, and she was lashing out.

"I'm sorry, Less," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper. "We just want to help."

Alessia stood up abruptly, her eyes filled with tears. "Just leave me alone."

She turned and walked away, leaving you and Leah stunned and heartbroken.

The silence between you and Leah was heavy, the weight of Alessia's words hanging in the air. You both knew she was hurting, but her words had cut deep.

"I don't understand," Leah murmured, her voice filled with confusion. "We're trying to help her."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I know, but she's shutting us out."

"Maybe she just needs some space," Leah suggested, though her voice lacked conviction.

Alex watched you return heartbroken. "She…something is really wrong Ale, I…we don't know what to do." Alex lay with you as you racked your brain for every possible reason, tears streaming down your face as your heart broke for the younger blond.

You don't remeber falling asleep but you wake up tucked into Alex's bed, the older girl up and getting ready for the day. "Hey sleepy, I thought i'd let you sleep longer, but we should head for breakfast before I get a warning." You groaned rolling out of the bed you already hated today.

The weight of Alessia's words still hung heavy in the air, as you entered the foodhall. You and Leah exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to approach her. The tension between you was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual camaraderie you shared.

After training, you decided to take a chance. You found Alessia sitting alone on a bench, her gaze fixed on the field. You hesitated, unsure of how she would react.

"Less," you began, your voice soft. "Can we talk?"

She turned to you, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "What do you want?"

You took a deep breath. "I just want to understand. What's going on?"

Alessia stood up abruptly. "There's nothing to understand. I'm fine."

You reached out to her, but she pulled away. "Don't touch me," she said coldly.

Your heart ached. You knew she was hurting, but she was pushing everyone away.

"Less, please," you interjected, your voice gentle. "We're just worried about you."

By now half the team was watching you both as Leah stepped forward ready to mediate you both.

Alessia scoffed. "Why don't you go worry about your new girlfriend, was two not enough for you, you have to whore yourself out to Alex too."

The air crackled with tension as Alessia's words hung heavy in the air. You felt a wave of shock wash over you, followed by a deep hurt. You loved Alessia, and you knew she loved you back, but her words were like daggers, cutting deep into your heart.

"Hey, you better step the fuck down Alessia that is no way to speak to her no matter how hurt you are, Y/n's just trying to make sure your ok."

Alessia huffed "Like hell she is, to busy cuddling up to Alex, and stringin you along too, pathetic."

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You had always been honest with Alessia, with both of them. You loved them both, and you had never hidden that fact. But now, in her pain, she was accusing you of something you hadn't done.

"Alessia," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "That's not fair. You know that's not true."

But she wouldn't listen. She continued to lash out, her words cutting deeper with each passing moment. You felt a wave of despair wash over you. You had tried to help her, to understand her, but she was pushing you away.

"Oh, really? Then explain why you're always with her, why you're always cuddling up to her. You're just using me, using us both."

Your heart ached as you tried to explain, but your words were lost in the storm of Alessia's accusations. You felt helpless, trapped in a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from.

"Just leave me alone," Alessia finally said, her voice filled with anger and despair. "I don't want to see you anymore."

In the end, you turned and walked away, tears brimming your eyes as you will them not to fall. She doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it.

You feel numb, You know shes hurting, that shes hiding something from you, but you never thought she would be so mean, shouting at you infront of your friends/teamates, accusing you of wanting to get with Alex.

"I can't believe she said that," you finally managed to say, your voice barely a whisper. 

Leah stands against the wall in your room, her eyes scan your everymove waiting for you to break.

"It's not true."

Leah crouched down putting a comforting hand on your knee. "I know, love. It's not true."

"Will you go check on her please Le." Leahs eyes softened nodding "You sure."

You nod squeezing her hand, "Please baby she needs you, I'm ok"

Leah found Less in the rec room her head in her hands as Tooney talked to her quietly.

"Less," Leah began, her voice gentle, Alessia shot up throwing her self at the defender, Leah held her tight rubbing soft circles on her back. "I know you're hurting, but what you said to Y/n was unfair."

Alessia's eyes filled with tears. "I know, I know. I didn't mean it. I'm just so messed up right now."

Leah sat down beside her, her hand resting on Alessia's. "What's going on? Is there something you're not telling us?"

Alessia hesitated, her eyes darting away. "He won't let me leave Leah, I want to leave but Marc he..."

Alessia's voice trailed off, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Leah's heart sank. She knew Marc, the Manchester United manager, was a demanding figure, but she hadn't imagined anything like this.

"Oh, darling," Leah said, pulling Alessia into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."

Alessia sobbed into Leah's shoulder, her body shaking with emotion. Leah held her tightly, offering comfort and support.

"We'll figure this out," Leah assured her. "We'll get you out of there."

After a while, Alessia calmed down, her sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. She looked up at Leah, her eyes red and swollen.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered.

Leah sighed, pulling Alessia into another hug. "We'll figure it out together," she promised.

Alessia nodded, "I...I was so mean to her."

Leah nodded "You were, shes upset and hurt but you are too and she knows that"

"I'm going to go check on her." Alessia said gently pulling away from Leah.

Less found you sitting on the edge of your bed, your eyes red and puffy. You looked up as Less entered the room, quickly wipping your eyes.

"Hey" Y/n asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Alessia walked over to you and sat down beside you, taking your hand. 

"Hey," Alessia replied, her voice soft. "I'm so sorry."

Her voice filled with remorse. "what I said was horrible, I was horrible."

You looked at her, your heart softening. "It's okay, Less. I know you didn't mean it."

Alessia shook her head. "No, I did. I was so selfish and angry. I took it out on you, and I hurt you."

You reached out and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay," you said softly. 

The dam broke then as Alessia sobbed as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. "It's ok, we are ok."

Alessia hesitated, then took a deep breath. "It's Marc," she said, her voice barely audible. " He won't let me leave. i want to leave United, I want to move closer to you, to Leah. But i can't "

Your heart sank. You knew Marc was a tough manager, but you had no idea he was a straight up asshole.

Alessia sobbed into your shoulder. "I know. I'm so sorry for taking it out on you."

You held her tightly, trying to offer comfort. "It's okay. I understand."

After a while, Alessia pulled away. "I need to leave," she said. "I need to get out of there."

You nodded "You will, we will get you out of there, I'll get on to Luca, I..I'll talk to Jonas, Leah will to, we will get you out of there."

Less fell asleep a short while later head tucked into the crook of your neck.

Leah opened the door slowly scared to wake you but surprised to see you wide awake your hands softly combing through the younger blonded hair.

"Sorted?" Leah asked quietly, You smiled softly opening your other arm inviting her to join.

"not yet but it will be, we'll get her out won't we." Leah nodded kissing below your chin before kissing Lesses head "Of course we will."

"You ok though." Leah asked shuffling to lie down more comfortably with you both.

"I knew she never meant it, doesn't mean it didn't hurt but as long as you both know im not a slag i'll be ok."

Leah let out a soft laugh "You a slag, the girl who couldn't talk to either of us without stuttering, I think your safe."

"Good" you let out barley above a whisper as your eyes began to drop.

"Go to sleep love, we'll be here when you wake up."

[demonbanger]

18+ | something more | big dick, secret freak friend! Choso x Reader (college age)

synopsis: somehow you and your quiet, observant friend end up fucking. you’ve both been cordial, and you convinced yourself you weren’t that into him because he didn’t seem into you…almost. there’s rumors along your friend group that he’s pretty…hung. looks like it’s time for you to find out, among other things about him. xx

kinks: overstim, spanking, choking, fingering, raw sex (be safe!!), cream pie, Choso is surprisingly dominant and experienced, pent up desire from two oblivious friends

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“hic,” a small hiccup leaves soft rosy lips.

“hic-” followed by a little whimper.

a warm embrace surrounds you, but you can’t control the tears and the soft hiccups that come with and make your chest jump.

“hic—”

“shhh, just take it,” he lowly groans, baritone voice almost cracking in the middle of his own sentence. as if you can quiet down your involuntary hiccups. so unfair. but was it ever supposed to be fair?

you’re supported and uplifted by big, warm, hands at your sides,

then he slams you.

down.

squelch.

right.

on.

his.

big,

fat…

cock.

“mmf-oh god,, please!” you let out a high pitched whimper, as he lifts you back up, his thick mushroom tip caressing your velvety walls, nerve endings so riled up right now by any little teasing movement,

and he plops you back down, filling you and giving such a deep stretch your head feels warm and fuzzy. pussy so full, and a head so void.

your friend’s been fucking you for what’s felt like hours, and he’s selfishly pulled out a few orgasms from you for his own sick entertainment, wanting to see you squirm as he plays with your needy cunt. wanting to listen to and relish in all of your little noises.

noises he knows you’re making allll because of him. he’s just that good.

the cocky bastard knows that no one else can stretch you like this, none of your pathetic small boyfriends, or even that one really nice one night stand you were in a situationship with,, and you’re utterly at his mercy now as he pumps into you and stretches you so wide.

“please what?” he whispers, his hot breath on the shell of your ear making you shiver as you hiccup again.

a small smile stretches across his pretty lips. gosh he’s such a fucking tease.

you blink through tears and turn your head back to lock eyes with him, a small sob choking out from overstimulation.

he moves you with those hands of his to grind on top of him as he’s balls deep, and you mewl out a hushed little “oughhh fuuckkk me~” that he secretly loves, your sticky wetness coating both of you at your meeting place, slick drooling down his balls beneath you, even down to the sheets. thighs trembling. clit throbbing.

“hmmmmm?”

you don’t know how to talk logically right now!!! this is so not fair, for him to give you such a hard time. When he’s already giving your poor little weeping pussy such a hard time! why is he so so … mean?

you answer shakily, pouting a little bit. “please, ‘s too much, I’m so full.”

to that he lets out a little mean chuckle. “please do what?” he reiterates. you didn’t answer his question properly. all you said was please but please what? you usually know how to hold a conversation and answer all his questions in depth. why can’t you right now?

how weird.

wonder why…

At another roll of his hips because you’re taking too long to answer, you’re blubbering.

“please - ah - need to cum on your cock, please!! please—please?” you contradict yourself by pleading in wet desperation, melting as he pumps into you agonizingly slow and deep, his movements driving you to the point of going utterly berserk. you can’t help but struggle on top of him but also grinding down on his cock to meet his hips.

he shakes his head, chuckling. you’re such a silly girl! asking for more orgasms when you just said you’re having more than enough, when you’re so overstimulated.

just like how you squirmed away from his hands when his fat fingers pumped inside you earlier, yet you also sucked him in like you didn’t want him to go anywhere. which is it? do you even know what you want?

you tighten around his cock at how he says more with his stupid, fucking, annoying, seductive voice.

“selfish, selfish girl . I guess I can give you what you ask for.” And just like that, he’s fucking right back into you, slow and constant, holding you in place so you have nowhere to go, no matter how much you try to squirm. It’s pointless. Your pussy is getting used for his own pleasure, and of pleasure… he’s absolutely starved. plus, his appetite is voracious as it is so. lucky you, or unlucky.

your eyes close for a beat longer than a second,

but he notices. he notices everything. he just loves to pick on you.

“ah ah ah, you said you want to cum, right?”

you force your eyes open and look at him, biting your lip at how beautifully he drags against your walls.

“mmmhh— yes,,” your eyes roll back at a particularly harsh thrust. he could fucking break you with this thing.

“then look me in the eyes, or else I won’t allow you to cum. It’s bad manners not to look at me when I’m talking to you.”

you listen to him, trying so hard to be good, and turn your head at that uncomfortable angle to look at him, trying so so hard to keep holding eye contact, even though he’s thrusting his length into you so sensually you feel you might cry again. are you drooling too?

he’s hitting what feels like the end of your cavern, kissing your poor cervix, and you see stars each time that beautiful friction and his veins massage your insides.

“mmfuckkk I, I’m sor—ohhh fuck” you gasp when he pushes you forward to fall, and grips your hips so tightly they may bruise a little, then starts slamming sooo deep into you. impossibly deeper…

“aww, Y/N, you’re what now?” he teases, looking pleased you still tried to keep eye contact. The look in your eyes is just so intoxicating right now, you look so fucked out right now. He’s been wanting to see you like this…

You’re a bit shaky but you fight through it to whine out, “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to be rude,” your voice a bit bumpy as his rough fucking rocks you around a little.

“I’ll forgive it, since you’re so good at apologizing. I’m not worried. You’re just have to keep fucking taking it like a good girl does,” he chuckles, and your moaning gets louder as the pleasure is now hanging over your psyche like a cloud, and you’ve already started to rain.

He’s just battering into you, abusing your poor pussy, and now, one of his hands brushes over your clit. Your clit, that’s already gotten so much attention from the first couple of rounds. Oh. You’re so done for.

Your attention wanders because everything is such a blur…

SLAP!!

You let out a tiny yelp.

Your ass stings a little bit.

“Y/N…What did I fucking tell you?”

You’re so fucked out. This isn’t fair. He knows it. Just like how you’ve always been to eachother. Relentless bullying and double standards, except you don’t have it in you to say anything back for the first time ever.

You want to let him win, let him claim his prize.

Your eyes flit back over, so desperate, he can tell how hard you’re trying, and he makes it easier by pulling you up by the neck so your back is to his chest and he’s choking you, your head leaning back on his shoulders.

You grip the hand that chokes you, and he only tightens it. This feels so fucking good, especially because you’ve wanted this and denied yourself of this for who knows how long now.

if only you saw how hot you were in this state, just an absolute ruined mess, totally different from the girl who’s all dolled up at work, tries to be little miss perfect wherever she goes, the girl in the friend group who’s lighthearted enough.

now here you are, face flushed, gasping for air, getting fucked like a little slut, by a guy whose voice you tried so so hard since first knowing him to not find hot.

you denied yourself any thoughts that would creep up, especially when he’d remember something you said a while ago that you thought you mumbled off handedly, and he’d repeat it almost word for word in that stupid sultry voice.

you hateddd how you both hung out and you’d hear implications in the friend group how well-endowed he was. pretended so much to yourself that you weren’t a curious creature, and a little turned on hearing that.

well…curiosity killed that cat.

and he’s definitely killing yours right now with that discovery.

the lack of oxygen to your flustered brain is making you even wetter, and you start to go a little cross-eyed from near suffocation.

the guy friend you’ve had the hots for then starts to take more oxygen from you by kissing you.

it’s hungry. it’s desperate.

he breaks it to rasp, “keep your mouth open.”

since you obey, he spits in your mouth, lets go of you before you run out of air, and you swallow while taking a sharp inhale.

you stick your tongue out, to which he replies,

“good fucking girl, Y/N.”

you’re getting close. You’re getting so fucking close. And he can feel it as you try so hard to catch your breath, but are fluttering around him.

He rubs your clit just perfectly as you chant his name over and over, slaps and whines filling the room.

“Choso, please, need you, please cum inside,” you cry out, begging as you have been, throat raw from moaning so much. you just couldn’t help it….

his hips are beginning to stutter too…his endurance is so fucking good but the way you’re squeezing him; it’s really really hard for him to keep himself together now.

your eyes sparkle, all dumb with pleasure, just wanting his cum in your cunt, and you’re trembling and squirming as he plays your clit like an instrument, his low moans egging you on and only making you clench around him more.

then… it fucking hits you like a ton of bricks and you’re screaming yourself raw as you clamp down on him.

“Cho, oh fuck, ohfuckfuckffuuckfuckfuckfuck,” you slur out, vision turning cloudy.

then you become quiet.

just like that you feel some extra warmth inside you and know he just came inside you too, just like you wanted.

as your high wears down, you both pant. After some time he slips out of you, and you whine at the absence.

“so….uh….what will we tell them?”

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thank you for reading :3

honestly I didn’t do much physical description because I was thinking of someone else while writing this the whole time, forgive meh~<3

[iandarling]

The universe is funny when it comes to timing.

Because of course it happens the one day a month Lip and Tami go to couples therapy, which happens to coincide perfectly with Ian’s new wish of doing a cycling class once a week. Somehow the fucking stars aligned perfectly or whatever, and none of them have their phones turned on. So Mickey gets the call.

Freddie fell from the monkey bars and broke his arm.

He’s at home when the phone rings. A frantic teacher is in the ambulance with the crying five year old. She couldn’t get a hold of his parents, so she tried his other emergency contacts. Ian didn’t pick up, but Mickey was listed at his spouse so she tried him.

“Can you meet us at the hospital?” She asks, while trying to soothe the crying child. Freddie seemed to be hysterical.

“Yeah, course- hey put him on so I can talk to him” Mickey answers, already outta the door and on his way down to the garage. He’s no baby talker like Ian, but he sure knows something about broken bones.

“Uh hey Fredster, it’s me -“

“Uncle Mickey?!” Fred interrupts him with a hiccup, crying.

“Yeah, look you’re safe in the ambulance bud and I’m on my to the hospital now. Just…sit tight and listen to the grown ups ok? Hand the phone to your teacher, I need t’know what hospital you’re going to”

Getting to the car to drive to the emergency room, Mickey tried once again to call Ian. Maybe he just didn’t pick up because he didn’t recognise the teacher lady’s phone number. Ian doesn’t fucking pick up.

That means he’s doing this alone. Fuck.

Mickey considers calling Debbie, but he also knows she’s been busy lately with the Rich-And-Definitely-Closeted-Housewife wanting her bathroom tiles replaced, and if he calls to interrupt Debbie now she will skin him alive. She needs the money and he can respect that. Even if that means tackling a crying five year old on his own. Fuck.

Traffic is not bad today so he gets to the emergency room a few minutes after the ambulance. White overhead lights shine bright, the sterile chemical scent is overwhelming, and he walks past several bloody teens on his way to the receptionist, who smiles at him “Hi, how may I help you today?”

“Got a call about my nephew coming in with a broken arm. Fred Gallagher, five years old and uhh” Mickey stammers out, suddenly a little nervous. He fucking hates hospitals, and he especially hates talking to strangers.

“Uncle Mickey!!” A little voice shouts from across the room. Mickey looks up and to the left where he sees his nephew in a chair inside a cubicle looking room. A woman is sitting with him. Probably his teacher.

Without explaining to the (probably perfectly lovely) receptionist, Mickey walks away and hurries towards the crying boy. Freddie is getting out of the chair to meet him halfway, hot tears running down his red face, his arm is in a sling.

“Hey kiddo” He says as he picks him up. Suddenly he’s struck by how tiny he seems compared to his usual self- shit has Freddie always been this small? His legs wrap around Mickeys waist as he hides his face in his uncles chest. Gently rubbing his back like he’s seen Ian do so many times, Mickey tries to shush him.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.” The teacher is thankful, and looks to be calming down now that Mickey has arrived. She’s young, probably fresh outta teacher school or something, and it’s clearly her first broken bone incident. Mickey smiles at her “No worries, I had nothing better to do today”

A nurse enters their room as well as the receptionist. He didn’t fill out the visitors form, and since he’s here maybe he can help fill out the intake form for little Freddie too? The receptionist hold the papers as he fills out the information with one hand.

“Name, age, address yeah yeah, relationship to the patient - uncle”

“Favourite uncle” Freddie whispers.

Smirking, Mickey adds it to the form “relationship to the patient- favourite uncle”. The receptionist giggles.

Ok, so maybe this isn’t as bad as he feared. He can do this.

After the forms are all filled out he sits down on the bed, Freddie now in his lap. The child is still crying but quieter now. Tiny hands grip at his jacket. “He get any painkillers or something?” He asks the teacher, whose name he still didn’t know.

They gave him something in the ambulance she tells him, but the shock is still there so he’s not entirely calm yet. They will give him more meds now that a family member is there to approve it. “Hear that kid? You’re gonna get the good stuff” Mickey tries to joke with him. Freddie doesn’t get it but he seems to be calming down now that his uncle is here.

The same nurse comes back in telling him they need to take pictures of the arm to ascertain the break and how bad it is. Mickey carries him down the hallway to a new room further down the hallway. Freddie is no longer crying hysterically, but he’s clearly in pain and scared. Mickey keeps rubbing his back as it seems to help.

The arm is definitely broken. Apparently it’s a small break so it will be easier to heal. They’re taken into another room where Freddie will get his arm set in a cast. A second nurse comes and gives him more painkillers. He starts to smile now. He’s excited about getting a cast.

“And we can draw on it!” Freddie tells his uncle excitingly. The pain is long forgotten and he’s talking happily to everyone now. “Can you draw me a lion uncle Mickey?”

Mickey has never drawn a lion before but sure how fucking hard can it be. It’s just a big cat right? “Sure bud, but uh we should wait until the cast is dry before I can draw on it”

The nurse smiles as she continues to work on the little boys arm.

Mickey snaps a picture of Freddie, sitting pretty on the hospital bed with his arm on the table. The nurse working on his cast smiles for the picture too. He sends it to the family group chat- hopefully someone else can show up soon. “Kids first broken bone” he texts.

Liam sends a flurry of texts back asking if Freddie is okay. Carl responds with a thumbs up.

Finally, after almost an hour at the emergency room, Tami calls him. They have to turn their phones off at the therapist, something about being fully tuned in or whatever. She’s almost more hysterical than Freddie was an hour ago.

“Ey ey; listen Tams I got him ‘alright? He’s good, getting his cast done as we speak. He’s fucking smiling and all” Mickey tries to calm her down, but it’s not easy. Lip takes over the phone.

“We’re on our way now, Mick. Please let him know and uh, maybe send another picture of him, Tami is really freaked out”. Mickey can tell Lip is just as freaked out as his girlfriend but decided this is not the time to make fun of him.

Mickey turns to Freddie, camera ready. “Hey little man, smile for me. Your mom wants proof of life”. Freddie smiles brighter than the sun. He looks so much like Lip it’s uncanny. The same crooked nose, those damn cheekbones and dirty blond curls. If he hadn’t been so damn cute Mickey would’ve almost felt sorry for him.

“So your mom and dad will be here soon, kid”

As they wait for the kids parents to show up, Fred compiles a whole laundry list of things he wants his uncle to draw on his cast. A lion, a monster truck, a dinosaur, and his house. Mickey has no idea how to draw any of those things, but he’s sure as fuck gonna try. He nods and promises to do his best.

Mickey feels like he is fucking nailing this uncle thing. Who knew?

Liam arrives at the same time as Lip and Tami. He had hopped on the L once he heard of Freddie’s accident.

Tami runs in looking frantically around for her son, Lip right behind her. “Oh thank god!” She screams as she lays eyes on him, kissing every square inch of his face. Fred giggles and Lip lets out a heavy sigh. His son is fine.

“Hey, thanks Mick” Lip claps him on the shoulder in that brotherly way he’s come to expect from him.

“Course, no problem”

It’s not until an hour and a half later that Ian finally turns on his phone.

Asshole

[mandarinmoons]

How Could Anybody Have You I Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader

Content warning: none

Word count: ~500

Summary: After having your heart broken Spencer is the one to comfort you in your time of need

Authors note: This piece got inspired by lyrics taken from the song Los Ageless by St. Vincent!

Tears cascaded down your eyes as sobs continued to rock your body. This wasn’t supposed to go this way, how could it go this way? You were supposed to be swept off of your feet by the supposed love of your life, but instead he decided to cut the invisible strings linking your hearts and then drive a knife through it as well. You thought that he was the one, but the illusion of that thought was shattered when you found out that he had met another woman.

“I’m so sorry dear.”

Spencer rushed over as soon as he heard your voice crack on the phone when you called him. He’d never seen you this broken before and it took everything in him to keep a calm composure and not go over to your ex’s place and break his neck. However, he knew that his priority was comforting you at the moment and nothing was going to drag him away until he knew you felt better.

Your face was pressed against Spencer’s chest, tears wetting his shirt and your hand clutching it.

“I just, I just don’t know how he could-”, before you were able to finish your sentence, a hiccup made its way out of your mouth and the words you wanted to say were gargled.

Spencer continued to smooth his hand down your back, the pads of his fingers trailing down your spine, the action making you cuddle into his chest more.

Spencer watched as your breathing slowly evened out and your hold on his shirt loosened, as much as he secretly loved seeing you depend on him so much he knew the reasons for it were the last thing he wanted you to experience. He wanted you to be single though, as selfish as it sounded. He didn’t want to see another man with the wrong intentions get a hold of you and take you for granted, he knew that he could treat you the way you deserved to be treated, if not better.

“I just don’t understand,” your eyebrows furrowed at Spencer’s words.

“What do you mean?”

“How could anybody have you and lose you and not lose their minds too?”

You felt your heart stop for a moment. Spencer was always kind to you, too kind. Everyone mentioned how Spencer would go out of his way to make you happy, which you didn’t see at first but over time you saw what they meant. On one instance, Spencer would go to five different stores in order to find your favorite brand of coffee, no one had ever been that persistent to please you before.

“I just… I don’t want you to cry over this douchebag for that long because he wasn’t good for you, Y/N.”

“I know…thank you Spencer, for everything.”

Slightly leaning over, you placed a light kiss on Spencer’s cheek and you felt his arms around you tighten a bit. Spencer leaned down and rested his lips on your head, an action that spoke louder than words.

The rest of the night was filled with more cuddling and Spencer finally getting a smile out of you. Eventually you passed out due to the exhaustion from the crying and Spencer made sure to drape the covers over you while he rested beside you, always there when you needed him.

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[mrs-saturday]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ My Number One Boy.

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: sub!george russell x softdom!reader

♥ synopsis: George just needs looking after tonight.

♥ warnings: smut (duh), sub/dom relationship, george likes tits (a LOT), mommy kink, george is so so so whiny, handjobs, kinda in public (i luv driver room sex), comfort sex

♥ a/n: after Sunday, I needed comfort but I also can’t help but write sex so have this. Also is anyone interested in me starting a taglist? 

It had all fallen apart the second he came back from the steward’s room. Eyes puffy and cheeks red, lightly brushed by melancholy, George was stood at his driver’s room door, no trophy in hand. You knew exactly what had happened. Nothing pained you more than this; to see your sweet boy stripped of a win he’d fought so hard for, not of his own wrongdoing. His shoulders relaxed immediately, seeing you laying on the bed in his room, in shorts and his oversized Mercedes t-shirt.

You beckoned him over with a gentle flick of your wrist, and he came running towards you, barreling into you. After the initial shock of the taller man’s impact, you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him tight, “Oh, sweet boy, let it out.” you crooned, and as if on cue, the man started bawling into your chest. The sobs wracked their way through his body into yours, and you ran your hand up and down his back, nails gently scratching his tanned skin.

“I-I’m a failure, Y/N-” he hiccuped softly, between broken cries, his hands holding onto your shirt like a small child who’d just fallen off their bike and ran to their mother, “I-I was so close a-and they took it away…” You shushed him gently, tilting his chin to look up at you. “George, my angel, none of this was your fault” A soft sigh escaped your lips, as you brushed his sweat-dampened curls back off of his forehead. “It was nothing to do with you, or your amazing drive today, and everything to do with a lousy team error! I swear to God, babe when I catch Toto, he best beli-” He cut you off with a soft giggle “You’re cute when you get all defensive of me” 

You smiled back, happy to see even the tiniest glimmer of positivity in the man wrapped around you. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up, bubba?” you said, and the Brit’s cheeks went a rosy pink, as he looked up as you with shimmery blue eyes “T-take care of me please..” he whimpered, face nestling into your tits ever so slightly to hide his blush.

You knew what this meant, and were more than happy to oblige. You and George hadn’t long started this dynamic, but ever since you caught George searching for how to ask his partner to be more dominant in the bedroom, you’d had a chat and agreed to the dynamic with George. After a few tries, you had discovered George had quite the oral fixation, and a little bit of an affinity for calling you some variation of “mommy”. The man just liked to be looked after, mostly after a hard day, or a long and exhausting  trip , and who were you to say no to that little pout of his. He was still shy, however, and could never express his slip into subspace, so simply asked you to

 “T-take care of me please mommy, I need it…” his repeated question snaps you out of thinking of how this all began, and you lift his chin to meet your gaze. “Of course, my little prince, how could I say no to you?” He smiled, and giggled a little as he wiped his eyes, and allowed you to take his lips in a gentle kiss. He immediately melted under your touch, mouth slipping open to allow you to explore his mouth gently with your tongue. You slid your hands down his body to find a comfy spot at his hips to pull him closer, as his hands pawed at your shirt like a needy kitten. You pull away, shaking your head softly “Ah-ah, good boys ask and don’t paw at mommy for what they want” George whimpered, still pulling at your shirt “George, baby, good boys use their words, remember?” He nodded and looked up at you, hands unrelenting “P-please lemme play with them-” He almost salivated as you nodded and took the shirt off, revealing that you were braless. 

You sat up, patting your lap gently, and George lay his head down, humming gently as he reached to gently roll a nipple in his fingers. Sighing gently, you ran your fingers through his hair as he latched onto your breast. The sucking motion always caught you off guard for a second, but you had eased into it after the initial shock and allowed George to find his comfort in it. “Good boy” you purr, much to his delight, as you see his cock twitch in his sweats. You smirked and ran your hand down George’s slender frame, as he whimpered, sucking a little bit faster, only breaking his firm latch when you pulled his poor, aching dick from its confines.

“Oh? What’s this baby?” You smirked, as you slowly stroked upwards, eliciting a sharp but quiet moan “P-Please mommy, again”. Nodding, you repeated the motion, letting your sweet boy buck up into your hand to get more friction. You chuckle as you let him rut up into your hand, precum dribbling over your hand, clouding the sparkle of the engagement ring you’d received just a few weeks prior. 

He had resumed his latch, using the sucking motion to muffle the whines and begs escaping his lips, and you couldn't help but moan a little yourself, the pleasure of the suction, and the sweet cries of your baby boy materializing as a warm wetness in your panties.But tonight wasn’t about you, it was about the slender man thrashing his cock into your hand, and you took a little pity and began to jerk quickly, causing him to let go of your breast and let out a high pitched “Mommy- Mommy I’m so close please-”

“Use your words angel. What do you want?” You speed up the motion, knowing EXACTLY what your baby needed to feel better “P-Please let me c-cum I can’t hold it..” he begged, sounding like music to your ears. “Go on, prince, cum for me honey” you affirm, and cum he did.

Warm ropes of the Brit covered your hand further, accompanied by the symphony of his climax, and his eventual relaxation into your lap. His face was bright red, and a wide smile plastered across his face as he looked up at your “Thank you Y/N, I needed that” 

“Anytime, sweet boy, now, let’s get you cleaned up, my number one boy”

[gargoy-ross]

You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

[nemolfc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

“He left me Y/N, can you believe that?” a drunken Lucia groans loudly as she downs her next drink.

Y/N shakes her head softly, wanting to tell her the old 'I told you so ' but at what cost, she had warned Lucia a number of times about Enrique, having noticed his behavior since the beginning of their relationship, “How old was she?”

“Twenty.” Lucia spat dryly. “I’m twenty five, where’s the fucking difference?”

“I’m gonna take you home.” Y/N said. “Because clearly you’re drunk.”

Lucia groans, “No, I want another on— wait who is that?” she murmurs as she noticed a figure sitting close by to their booth.

Y/N followed her line of sight, and that’s when her eyes widened in shock. “Oh no.”

Across from them, nursing a drink of his own was none other than Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid’s star defender — she only knew on a surface level through her work of journalism, she turns to Lucia. “Lucy, no.”

Lucia grins mischievously, “Y/N, yes.”

Before Y/N could react, Lucia stumbles towards Sergio — “Mr. Ramos, hi … my name is Lucia Chavez.”

Sergio raised a brow in confusion, “Hello.” she said softly.

“You see that gorgeous girl over there,” Lucia drunkenly gestured to Y/N.

Sergio follows her line of sight, his eyes lighting up in recognition, "I do."

"That is my best friend, Y/N." Lucia slurrs with a broad smile, "And she ..." she hiccups, "she likes you."

His brows arch up in surprise, "She likes me."

Y/N stood there in horror as Lucia spoke, I hate this girl ... she groans inwardly as she walks over to them, "Hi, I am so sorry for my friend, please excuse the fact that she seems to lose her filter when she's had one too many."

Sergio grins, "I noticed, and it's fine."

Y/N smiles, "Have a lovely night, and once again I am so sorry." she gently leads Lucia away who waves at Sergio and mouths, 'ask her out', to which Y/N drags her out, she calls their mutual friend Danté who managed to drive her home before Y/N went back inside, heading to the bar to pay for their drinks only for the bartender to say that they've already been paid. "By who?" Y/N asks.

The bartender gestures to Sergio, "By him."

Her cheeks redden and she offers him a warm smile before nodding, "Ok then." she said sofly. "Good night."

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Lucia had woken up to the scent of fresh food, she groans at the soaring pain in her head. "Fucking hell, how much did I drink?" she said out loud.

Y/N who'd been in the kitchen making pancakes, chuckled softly at the sight of her friend who'd passed out on the couch the night before, "A lot! and you embarrassed me, so I guess karma's a bitch."

"Wait ... embarrassed you, what do you mean?" Lucia asks, sitting up.

Y/N walks over with a glass of water and painkillers, she arched a brow. "You don't remember?"

Lucia frowns, "No."

"We ran into Sergio Ramos, and you had the brilliant idea to tell him that I like him." Y/N replied.

Lucia's eyes widen, "I did."

Y/N nods, "And you know what that led?"

"You two fucking each other," Lucia said with a humorous tone.

"So funny," Y/N rolls her eyes before gesturing to the bouquet of roses. "Apparently he went to my workplace, asked for my address because in his words, I was one hell of an interviewer."

Lucia nods before smiling, "Look at it this way, my drunken foolishness finally landed you the guy you've been obssessed with your whole life."

"Go shower!" Y/N said with a dry laugh. "Before I kill you."

Lucia chuckles, "Ok, I am not going to risk my life."

Y/N watched her friend walk towards the bathroom, and she sighs softly -sure, she likes ... well loves Sergio Ramos- but she had long resigned to the fact that she wasn't his type, there were models, influencers, hell even female football players that looked like goddesses compared to her, and that's not to say she was insecure, not at all, she knew she was pretty but who was she compared to them, just a journalist that grew up loving football.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing, confused by the sudden call she grabs the device to answer. "Hello." she said softly.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N," a rich deep voice replied.

Her eyes widen, and she stared at the number before replying. "Sergio."

"That's right." he smiled, "How are you on this lovely morning?"

"I'm good, thank you ... erm." she stammers, "How did you get my number?"

"Your workplace," he replies. "I figured the polite thing to do was wait until you had your breakfast, or maybe you haven't."

"No, I haven't, why are you asking?" she asks curiously.

"Open the door sweetheart!" he exclaimed.

She froze, staring down at her attire which consisted of a worn out band t-shirt and shorts before she said. "Are you ....?" she asks.

"No, no ..." he chuckles. "I just took the liberty of sending you some treats from a bakery I love, enjoy and I'll see you around."

He ends the call, much to her confusion -she walks to the front door, swinging it open to find a large pink box, sitting on her doormat- she picks it up and shuts the door behind her, around the same time as Lucia enters the living room, she gestures to the box and asks. "What's all this?"

"A delivery from Sergio." she said with a sarcastic smile.

"You serious? .... I must have been quite the wing-woman." she chuckles.

Y/N placed the box on her counter and opened it, to find a variety of cookies, from chocolate chip to pistachio flavored to tiramisu flavored and the last row was red velvet white chocolate chip cookies, her favorites. "How did he know?" she asks.

"Maybe it was a lucky guess," Lucia shrugs snatching the choclate chip cookie.

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To say that Sergio was insistent would be an understatement, he had asked her to meet up in a café and after much insistence from Lucia, she agreed to meet up; choosing the most casual dress, pairing it with a jacket and her low heels, she steps into the café finding Sergio almost instantly, she walks over to him and says. "Some might call your behavior, borderline obsessive." she chuckles.

He grins, "I call it knowing what I want ..."

"Pardon?" she said as she sat across from him.

"Y/N, I remember the first time you were sent to interview me after the Champions League win against Atletico, fresh faced and quite innocent, you captured my attention immediately and I wanted to know more, Luca, my teammate had shown me your social media profile and I have to admit," he chuckles sheepishly. "I was a bit of a stalker first."

She tilts her head, "Is that so?" she chuckles. "I embarrassed myself in front of you."

"You," he laughs. "I was the one who embarrassed himself, stammering and blushing, my teammates wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

She couldn't really imagine it, "You're so cool and confident so it's kind of hard to believe, nevertheless ... my friend made an ass of herself that night because she was dumped and when she saw you, she thought, if I lost my happiness, there's no reason my friend can't find hers."

"Your friend is a wild one, Carlos would love her." Sergio chuckles.

A waiter approaches them, and they place their orders -he then turns to her- "Now," he begins. "I want to know about you, what you like? don't like, where you grew up? ... everything."

"Gosh, so forward." she laughs before growing silent, "Well, my full name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, but those close to me call me Pollito because of my height."

He laughs, "I can tell."

"I grew up in Y/C/N, in a small neighborhood but I always wanted to work here in Spain, so at eighteen, I made the decision with my friend Lucia to jump and move here on our own because I was already fluent in Spanish, it was easy to land a job here ... given my vast knowledge in football." she continues. "And before you ask, my favorite team is AC Milan, and my favorite player is Ricardo Kaka."

Sergio feigned offence, placing a hand on his heart. "Ouch, and here I thought I was your favorite."

Y/N shrugs, "Sorry, I like me a Brazilian." she teased.

"Guess that means I have to work harder." he said.

"How about you then?" she said.

Sergio shrugs, "There's not much to say about me, just a young man from Sevilla who made it big, I mean I also love music but nothing compares to football."

She nods softly, "I get it, if I hadn't gotten into journalism, I'd be a ballerina."

"I can see it." he smiled.

The waiter arrives, placing their orders on the table, she looks at him. "So, ... where is this heading?" she asks him.

"Where is what heading?" he asks.

"This ..." she gestures between the two of them. "Like don't get me wrong, I like you but I still have my reservations, like the public attention, I am sure you realize the gravity of this ... the idea that a famous football player and a journalist dating, come on now."

"So what, let them talk ..." he shrugs, "There's no denying ... I like you and you like me, and I think we'd be doing ourselves a disservice by ignoring our feelings."

She seemed apprehensive and for a good reason -she liked him but the fact is, there were plenty hurdles in their way- "Fine, but nothing too fancy and public, at first." she said softly.

A broad smile appears across his lips, "Fine by me."

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It'd been eight and a half months of slow and blissful dates, Sergio was as gentle and thoughtful as he could be -and Y/N was truly appreciative for that, they kept things lowkey for the most part, either having dinner at his house, him taking her to his farm, going to restaurants that weren't as popular around the area, Y/N in her part made sure not to hint to either Lucia or her co-workers that there was something, knowing they'd speak to the next person they find.

One evening, the pair were strolling together in his farm when suddenly he brought up the topic they'd been evading. "You've never been intimate with a man, right?"

She froze momentarily, before murmring, "How did you figure it out?"

It had been the primary reason why she evaded any of his attempts at initiating intimacy, she'd make up several excuses each time, believing that they were legitmate enough until she realized that there was going to be a moment where she has to face the elephant in the room.

He looks at her softly, with an understanding gaze. "Every single time you cower out after I touch you," he stops and takes her hand. "Baby I am not judging you, if anything I'll wait."

Y/N bites her lip, "I wont wait .... I'm tired of being a coward, I'm not getting any younger and besides," she smiles, "I trust you."

His heart soared, "I love you so much baby." he leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you too," she murmurs in between their kiss.

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Around their one year anniversary, she returns to her apartment to find dried rose petals creating a path leading to her bedroom, coupled with soft music coming from there, she removed her shoes, placed her bag to the side as she walked towards her bedroom, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her -rose petals decorated the bed along with candles placed on the tables- and in the middle of the room, stood her loving boyfriend Sergio, dressed in a shirt and a pair of washed jeans, he strides over to her. "Hello my love."

"Hi," she smiles softly, she gestures to their surroundings. "What's all this?"

"Well, you've been working so hard, so I figured what better way to celebrate you than to finally take the next step." he whispers softly.

She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled, before murmuring. "What if I'm not good?" she asks nervously.

"No, no baby." he shakes his head, caressing her cheek. "Don't doubt yourself, let me help you baby."

He leads her to the edge of the bed, and says. "Now," he looks at her, "I'm going to be as gentle as I can, so if at any point, you're uncomfortale ... let me know, ok."

She nods slowly, as he took a step forward, reaching for the zipper. He looks at her, and she nods again; biting her lip in anticipation for what was to come.

The air in the room thickened with tension as Sergio's fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he slowly pulled it down, the soft fabric slipping off her shoulders. His eyes never left hers, reassuring her with a gentle smile.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding her senses. She had never imagined she would be here, with him, like this. But there was something about Sergio, something so safe and warm that made her want to trust him completely.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he murmured against her skin.

But she was ready—ready to finally let go of the fears that had held her back for so long. "I want this, Sergio," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

His gaze softened, full of love and understanding. "Then let me take care of you," he said, his hands gently guiding her dress the rest of the way off. She stood before him, vulnerable but unafraid, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, full of promise and adoration.

Every touch was careful, every move deliberate. He took his time, ensuring she was comfortable and relaxed. As they lay down together, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment.

Once the pair were bare from clothing, he laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire every curve of her body. "You're so ... so beautiful," he whispered, pressing soft featherlight kisses to every inch of her skin, eliciting the sweetest sounds from Y/N. "Oh the sounds you make." he groans, burying his face in her neck.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, one of his hands slips downwards and in between her legs, his thumb caressing the dampness all the way up to her clit, "You're so wet baby." he cooed.

She whimpers, "Sergio."

"I know baby, I know but I wanna help you relax at first." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He kept his thumb over her clit, moving in a circular motion while he gently coaxed index finger into her walls, elicting a barely audible gasp from her lips. "So warm, so perfect." he nibbled on her neck.

Her vision blurred as he began to gently pump his finger in and out of her walls, "Sergio," she whines, bucking her hips upwards to meet his touch.

"Yes, baby." he groans roughly, keeping a moderately slow pace. "Just like that ..."

The air was growing thicker as the sound of music faded into the background, to be replaced by the sound of his lips on her neck and the slickness of her walls filling her ears. "Sergio, ... Fuck." she gasps as he hits the right spot.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, "So fuckng tight." he grunts. "Are you gonna cum?"

She nods, "Yes, yes ..."

"Hold on just for a bit baby," he murmurs softly.

He pulls his fingers out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. "It’s ok." he whispers.

He crawls on top of her, parting her legs swiftly to push the tip of his cock against her slick pussy, "You're so wet baby."

"Please," she moans.

He caressed her cheek, before gently pushing his cock into her walls, his eyes fluttered shut, he released a hiss. "Oh baby, you're so tight."

"Sergio," she moans, instinctively clenching around him.

"Fuck," he groans, "Try to relax for me baby,"

She nods, relaxing her walls to accommodate to the sheer size of his cock - he gives her a warm, lazy smile. "You're such a good girl, you know that, from the day I met you ..." he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to her cheek. "I knew you were mine, all mine."

Y/N whimpers, grabbing his face in her hands. "I love you Sergio," she admits softly. "So much, so so much."

He captured her lips in a deep kiss, before slowly beginning to roll his hips against hers, coaxing out soft moans from her, he rests his cheek against hers and whispers, "Such a good girl, such a good girl for me, you're mine." he groans softly, "All mine."

Her back arched to meet the friction, "Sergio." she moans.

"That's right baby ... say my name." he groans in her ear. "You're so good to me."

Y/N drowned in an ocean of pleasure, while Sergio coaxed her to step out of her shell, her moans grew louder with each thrust - "Sergio, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna." she lost all sense of comprehension.

"I know baby, I'm right behind you." he groans. "Cum for me, cum for me sweet girl."

The coil in her belly tightened and slowly, she allowed the orgasm to course through her, crying softly. "Fuck, fuck ..." her legs shake as she arched her back.

"That's it," he cooed in her ear, kissing her neck. "Good girl, that's a good girl." he followed suit, his hips twitching as he allowed his orgasm to wash over him, releasing inside of her.

Afterward, they lay together in a quiet embrace, the candles flickering softly around them. Sergio brushed a strand of hair from her face, kissing her forehead. "You were amazing," he whispered.

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Sergio held her closer, his arms a protective shield around her. "This is just the beginning," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always."

She closed her eyes, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long time. In Sergio's arms, she felt safe, loved, and most importantly, she felt like she belonged.

And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that whatever came next, they would face it together—side by side, heart to heart.

[charleslee-valentine]

Save Some Christmas Cheer

warnings: physical and emotional abuse, hitting, cruelty, drayton sawyer as a warning, one very mild sex joke.

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Every December, Drayton drives a dinky evergreen out to the gas station and ties it to the sign post, lets the twins come down and fancy it up with some thrifted ornaments and tinsel. Gotta make the place lively.

Thought that would appease their appetite for the festivity afterall. They wasn’t raised with it, not even he had experienced it when they still had Grandpa’s income to throw a holiday off of, so he never figured the boys would be all that interested. Their grandparents thought it best to raise ‘em without that kind of luxury, too much of makin’ spoilt ‘n greedy kids all over. But, them younger brothers of his been growin’ up in the age of radio and now seein’ the rise of television. No hidin’ the spirit from them now.

It’s Nubbins, crouched by the annual gas station tree as he digs through what little they got to adorn it with, evidently disappointed by it, that asks him first, “W-Why can’t we does Chrim-sis a-at home?”

“Used to. Can’t afford it.” Is the simplified brunt Drayton gives him. He’s busy puffin’ on a cigarette and attemptin’ to contain the mess his brothers is makin’ ‘fore it might affect the station’s appearance.

That ain’t satisfactory. Them boys is curious as cats, but with even less sense. Nubbins tilts his head sideways, “How come?”

Drayton flicks the cigarette butt at him and watches it bounce off of Nubbins bony back, leavin’ little glowin’ ashes in its wake. It’s himself who brushes it off ‘fore those can leave burn puckers on the boy’s good jacket, despite the paint and mud on it. But that quick act of caution turns to a whack on the back of his head and a scold quickly, “‘Cause you lot are expensive enough without gettin’ presents or some big fancy meal!!”

“But y-you does it here.” Bobby chimes in for his silenced twin from the other side of the tree. Ornery bastards finishin’ each other’s complaints even.

Drayton straightens himself out when a car drives past, in the case it’d stop, but it whips right past so he marches over to Bobby, “Can’t have my customers thinkin’ I ain’t an honest Christian business man!”

‘Course, Bobby ain’t as punched down as his brothers, or just ain’t well behaved. He snorts at Drayton’s remark, “You ain’t one.”

“I am!” Drayton draws his hand back to swing at Bobby’s face, but Nubbins interrupts with a shout.

“Since when! Y-You doesn’t go to church!”

Now he’s caught in between them and just frozen up with balled fists. Can’t beat ‘em both at once, so he concedes, somewhat, “Don’t need to. The Lord and I handle our business privately.”

Bobby cackles a laugh at somethin’ that ain’t immediately clear, ‘til he shares the joke that lived in his flighty head, “‘Way you said that m-makes it sound like you and J-Jesus is been bumpin’ nasties!”

A year in the service was plenty enough to break down the values Drayton instilled in his kid brothers, exposin’ horrible nerves he hoped would never have to be plucked with ‘em. They was all to be kept in the dark of certain ways, but then them military boys taught Robert all the sins in the book, and he just had to come home and share the news. Lucky they don’t got a clue what the hell he's talkin’ when he starts up, but as Drayton would like to keep it that way, despite the hiccups, that’s one matter that ain’t never go unpunished.

Bobby gets a sharp whack across his face, and another to his back when he hunches over, “Watch your mouth around your brother, damn it!!”

“Owww!” He whines all overplayed and obnoxious. Givin’ Drayton a damned headache already. So he gets a kick to his calf and falls to that knee.

“Then behave yourself!” Drayton warns, looming over, “Actin’ like none of you ever grew up! If there were such a thing as Christmas in this family, you boys wouldn’t deserve a damn thing!”

Nubbins scrunches his face, confusion and judgement and frustration tied together, “Why would we b-be good if we ain’t go-gonna get presents a-anyway?”

Bobby, rubbin’ the hand mark that’s making its way to his pale cheek, slowly rising to his feet again, agrees, always agrees with Nubbins, “Yeah! I-I-If you was ever nice to us, we'd be- be good!”

That one sentence sits heavy in Drayton’s bones all day and night. For the next week it just plays over and over in his head, thinkin’ ‘bout how he’d failed them kids. Christmas be damned, all year round, for the last forty some years they been here, he ain’t never been kind. Their mama was his lousy mama and their papa walked out. He had to be the parent all along.

To his knowledge, it wasn’t natural to be soft on ‘em. Gotta raise ‘em with a firm hand and all. And Bobby’s right he ain’t no church goin’ man, but he knows you ain’t s’posed to spare the rod. Nobody ever spared him none, pickin’ switches out the bushes and takin’ his beatins.

So then, why’s guilt stickin’ to him so bad just cause the boys said they act out ‘cause of his choices. Why’s he know it’s right, that they ain’t been showed enough mercy and kindness to practice it.

They cut into another corpse at supper, and he knows this is all his fault, and suddenly the meat tastes a lot less like pork, and a lot more like an elderly couple or a mother down the road. Lord, he’s damned them all to Hell. No guardin’ them from sin could change that, ‘cause they was born to it, raised with blood under their nails before they even knew what love was. Somethin’ they prob’ly still don’t know.

He’s gone quiet again, though he tries to focus on workin’ ‘stead of thinkin’, peelin’ potatoes to go with roast school teacher out in the kitchen, when he gets ambushed. Confronted again by the reality he caused.

“Hey! H-Hey cook, what’chya cook?” It’s an innocent question from Bobby, but Drayton’s so deep in his own remorse he can’t gather an intelligible response.

With Drayton being so tense lately, the boys have caught on. Nubbins catches up to his twin and immediately scolds him for bein’ a bother, “Bobby, ya stupid, d-don’t call ‘im cook no more!”

“Oh yeh. F-Forgot he won’t feed us n-no more ‘til we p-‘preciate ‘im.” Bobby repeats Drayton’s reasoning for the last beating they got, with monotone sarcasm, and a whispered comment tacked on the end, rolls his eyes and pouts, “Stupid rule if ya ask me.”

“N-Nobody did asked you!!” Nubbins counters, the hunch of his shoulders anxious but the crone of his voice angry. All on edge.

They make to start a slapping fight, drawing back and all, Bobby yelling after a second to stew on his answer, “Shut up!”

All the ruckus is more than familiar in this house, but when the boys accidentally smash into the kitchen door, banging the brass knob into the plaster, it causes Drayton to startle. The knife in his hand slips across his fingertips and suddenly he’s bleedin’ all over the potatoes m.

“That’s enough!” He shouts his throat raw on just the one command, both twins whipping their heads around to stare with wide eyes. With their attention, he gives them another order. A heavy sigh out of his nose and he’s able to speak a little more clearly to bark the next order, “Go set the damn table.”

Both boys are trippin’ over each other to get the dishes and glasses for supper, before splittin’ up to do different tasks. Drayton meanwhile has to either salvage what’s left of the non-bloody potatoes or forget about it entirely. Guess it wouldn’t be such a big deal to feed ‘em contaminated food, but lord only knows what’s in his blood after all these years. Might end up givin’ the boys a nicotine addiction like himself.

He scraps it all instead. Trashes good food. If he weren’t so out of his mind with regret he’d be beatin’ them twins within an inch of their lives. Lord knows they deserve it.

And yet, he sits down to half a supper and murmurs in good spirits, “Been thinkin’.”

The twins, Nubbins next to him and Bobby at the end of the table, exchange a look. Nubbins snickers, “Th-That ain’t n-never good.”

Drayton does his best not to boil over with anger already, glaring with disappointment at them, “Guess you don’t wanna hear the good news then?”

“You lyin’. You don’t never got g-good news.” Bobby snarks, givin’ another heavy eye roll.

“Since y’all was askin’ up on Christmas I just thought- but oh, no.. no. You’re right, this cain’t possibly be good news.” Giving a dramatic sigh, Drayton plays the manipulation game to get them on their best behavior, in part so his frustration can cool off.

“What?” Nubbins probes, but Drayton stays firm and just shakes his head. So he presses again, fiddling with his hands, “W-What? Tell us!”

Both twins start chanting asking to be told, rallying their little brother into their obnoxious repetition,

“Bubba you tell ‘im too!”

Now Bubba is squealing like a downright hog, too much noise at the supper table that ain’t caused by some wailing stranger. Drayton covers his ears.

“I’ll change my mind!” That threat makes them all go quiet, so dead set on hearing the good news they aren’t willing to risk the chance. Drayton sighs and shrinks down, “Figured there wouldn’t be no hurt in ‘llowin’ y’all to make pretend like it’s Christmas. Don’t think y’all gonna get nothin’ special now, but I ain’t past lettin’ y’all put up a tree or two in the fields.”

“And l-let us watch a Christmas movie?” Bobby demands.

Drayton is skeptical, narrowing his eyes, “How the hell you gonna do that when we ain’t got a television? You fixin’ to pay for it?”

Bobby shakes his head, long wig hairs flying side to side over his face, “Nah. B-But I still knows how to drive. I-I can take us to a real theater.”

That sounds like his own worst nightmare. Drayton scolds the thought, slamming a hand down, “Hell no! I ain’t lettin’ you run off in charge of your brothers!”

That seems to have been counted on, actually, ‘cause Bobby elbows Nubbins next to him enthusiastically, and smiles all wide, “Then y-you gotta take us. And we get to- to bake stuff and wear funny outfits.”

“How the hell you know so much ‘bout this holiday anyhow?” Drayton narrows his eyes at his brother, don’t see why he’s demandin’ so much.

“Uh, I listen to the radio. D-Duh!” Bobby’s tone implies all kinds of things he ain’t ‘llowed to think, mostly that he finds his older brother dumb and annoying.

He does get punished for that outburst. Might’ve got off easy for the mess in the kitchen, but Drayton won’t ‘llow that kind of back talk ‘round the house. Gave up enough control to let them have a holiday at all, can’t just abandon all order ‘n let the boys behave however they’d like. Would be livin’ in ruin.

And it’s a damn good thing, ‘cause then they’re all three on their best behavior ‘til the 25th, goin’ through Bobby’s informed checklists about how to go along with the big day. Ain’t acted out majorly once.

Only he don’t know that’s ‘cause they’re savin’ up for one big mess up.

In the upstairs hallway, hunched together by the window that starts the nook where Drayton’s room hides, the twins conspire on Christmas morning.

“Who’s gonna do it?” Bobby whispers it, catching up on the plan they made, but maybe just a little nervous.

Nubbins looks at his brother like he said somethin’ in gibberish, “Ain’t you?”

Dragging his brother by the sleeve of his shirt down away from Drayton’s room, Bobby raises his voice, “Hell no, man! H-He gonna kick my ass if I do it!”

“I don’t want b-beat up neither!” Nubbins squeaks back in equal defense.

“You won’t, h-he ain’t mad a-at you yet!” Bobby counters, but his tone ain’t so sure. Can’t hide a thing from his twin.

For all the fighting they do, lookin’ out for each other is the half of it. Pushin’ when the other don’t think it’s a good idea, back ‘n forth ‘til they come up with somethin’ better. Their plan usually ends up shoulderin’ the blame onto someone else.

It’s Nubbins that puts it into motion, “Bubba could- he could do it.”

Bobby thinks hard on it, passing his tongue over his teeth a few times in thought, “That- That’s good. Yeh, cook don’t get m-mad at Bubba so much ‘less he’s really bad.”

His brother agreein’ to his plan makes Nubbins smile big, but it falls fast when a thought occurs to him, “Is wakin’ big brother up counts as r-really bad?”

“We gonna find out!” Bobby slaps his twins’ shoulder excitedly, bolting down to the half-way point on the nearest set of steps and calling down, more than adjusted by now to the amount of noise he can get away with makin’, “Hey, Leatherface! G-Get up here!”

They hear him comin’ ‘fore they see ‘im, bumbling steps creaking each floorboard and stair. Bubba tries to walk on his toes to be quiet, but he’s so big and the house so old there ain’t much hope. Lucky their big brother can sleep through at least some volume.

Nubbins coaxes him up closer, so they can talk quiet, “Bubba, hey, y-you like Chrim-sis too, right?”

‘Course Bubba gets a crooked smile and shakes his head up and down. Been excited as hell every night since big brother announced they was allowed, the only one that ain’t participated in fancyin’ up the gas station for Christmas. Can’t really bring him ‘round there with his masks and all.

They take advantage of that excitement to get him to go along with their scheme, Bobby coaxing, “Right. S-So you wants to give big brother th-the presents we made ‘im?”

Bubba nods again, but it’s less excited. No matter what the twins think, he knows they’re putting him up to somethin’. It’s just a matter of what they’re gonna make him do. But he still doesn’t make a peep when the twins walk him down the hall, though the closer they get to Drayton’s shut door, the fidgetier he gets with his hands.

Right outside, Nubbins yanks the door open and Bobby gives Bubba a hearty shove and an order, “Then get on in there!”

They weren’t strong enough to move their baby brother an inch further into that room with a push, but their persuasion and the Christmas spirit alone could do the task.

Ain’t sure exactly how Bubba chooses to do it, but the twins hear all hell start to break loose and take off running. That’s a part of their plan too. Didn’t figure the old man would wake up too peacefully, so they’s gonna let Bubba lead chase for their little Christmas morning surprise.

Admittedly, they do feel kinda bad ‘bout the few whacks they hear impacting their baby brother on the way, but that’s how it goes. At least Bubba’s size means he’s a hell of a lot faster’n Drayton in stride, makin’ it to the back sittin’ room where they got permission to put the tree up and hidin’ behind the twins long before their red-faced, heavin’ big brother makes it ‘round the corner.

Seeing them all three huddled together, Drayton knows they’re up to something, skidding to a sudden stop, “What the hell is all this now?”

“It’s y-your merry Chrim-sis!” Nubbins informs him while his brothers produce their gift and hand it over.

Drayton turns the gift over and over in his hands but doesn’t say a word. Starts gettin’ the boys a little nervous.

Bobby prompts, sorta anxious and mostly bubbling with excitement, “Ya like it?”

Looking up from the gift like he’s just remembered there’s somebody who give it to him, Drayton’s face shifts from surprise to frustration. “Well let’s see now. It’s a uh… You boys gonna hafta give me a hint here-“

Bobby snatches their gift out of Drayton’s hands so he can hold it out the right way and show Drayton. He explains, “It’s a new suit jacket!! B-Bubba sewded it, ‘an Nubbins got its fabric ‘and buttons and s-stuffs, ‘a-‘an I picked the pattern!”

Understanding, Drayton snatches it back and holds it out for himself, considering the homemade garment plenty before he decides to slip it on. It’s bulky and stiff and one sleeve is a little longer than the other, but once he wears it a few times, it’ll get better. Though he does have one concern, “This made of someone?”

“O-On the inside yeh, b-b-but the outside is a-all sheepy yarn so.. s-so nobody gonna know!” Nubbins explains with all the excitement in the world.

Can’t take the suspense anymore, Bobby asks him again, more loudly, “You-You like it?”

“S’pose I do.” Drayton answers this time, a look of pride in his face as he smoothes the buttons on his new jacket down, “You boys done good.”

Both twins bounce up on the balls of their feet and spin in celebratory circles. One of ‘em or maybe both is gigglin’ their head off, the noise inspiring Bubba to do some excited whining too. They all three clasp hands for a second, confirming their idea was a good one and they did a good job.

It’s Nubbins that pulls away from the celebration because he remembers, “We ain’t in t-trouble for wakin’ you up?”

Drayton gives a sigh, and knows better. Can’t crush their spirits already, on their very first holiday. He lets them off the hook with a false warning, barely any bite to his words, “Not this time- But just this once, now. Y’all know better’n that.”

Maybe it’s old age changin’ him, or maybe the revelation that the boys have so much interest outside of the home these days, in a world so different from the technology void he grew up in. Now they’re full grown and it ain’t the same keepin’ them on a short leash, cain't barely get them to listen. Got him extra quick to beat any kind of acting out clean out of ‘em, knowin’ he can’t handle their rebellion if it grew, but that’s the issue, ain’t it. Outright said themselves that they was actin’ so bad ‘cause he’s been extra cruel to them. Things is gonna change.

Drayton wears the present they made him and lets them have their merry Christmas. Would be a shame to punish ‘em when they already ran to open presents they made or found for one another now, wrapped in tidy little animal hides under the tree. It feels disturbingly normal, to sit on a bone sofa and watch them unveil a skull bone with a watch face stuck in the eye, or a new leather mask painted to resemble an iconic prefered blonde.

There’s no changin’ their ways or the damage of violence he sowed over the last few decades in them, but maybe he can give up a little bit of control to let ‘em have their fun. Just enough. Won’t live in no lawless household, but a happy one wouldn’t be so bad.

[geotjwrs]

Can you do Jenna x Male reader where they both finally got a day off and they go on a date?

day-off

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Y/N woke up to the gentle sound of Jenna’s steady breathing beside him. The sunlight was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 7:30 AM. It was a rare occasion that they both had a day off together, and Y/N wanted to make the most of it.

Gently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Jenna. He padded to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, hoping to surprise her with her favorite meal. As he whisked the pancake batter, he couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the day ahead.

“Morning,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway.

Y/N turned to see Jenna, wrapped in a cozy blanket, her hair tousled from sleep. She looked adorably sleepy, rubbing her eyes as she approached him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Y/N greeted, pulling her into a warm hug. “I was going to bring breakfast to you in bed.”

Jenna smiled, resting her head on his chest. “I smelled the pancakes and couldn’t resist. What do you have planned for today?”

Y/N kissed the top of her head. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together, chatting about anything and everything. Jenna’s laughter filled the room as Y/N recounted a funny story from his childhood, and he felt a warmth spread through him, knowing that today was going to be special.

Just as Y/N was about to take a bite of his pancake, he was interrupted by a sudden hiccup. Jenna looked up, surprised, then burst out laughing.

“Did you just hiccup?” she asked, giggling.

Y/N nodded, trying to speak, but was cut off by another hiccup. Jenna’s laughter grew louder each time he tried to talk.

“This is—” Hiccup. “—so embarrassing,” Y/N managed to say between hiccups.

Jenna was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “You sound like a cartoon character!”

Y/N joined in the laughter, even as he continued to hiccup. “I can’t—” Hiccup. “—help it!”

They tried to resume their conversation, but Y/N’s hiccups kept interrupting him. Every attempt to speak was met with another hiccup, sending Jenna into another fit of giggles. Eventually, Jenna herself got the hiccups, causing even more laughter.

“Great,” Jenna said, hiccuping. “Now we—” Hiccup. “—both have them!”

Y/N couldn’t stop laughing. “This is—” Hiccup. “—ridiculous!”

Their breakfast turned into a hilarious back-and-forth of hiccups and laughter, and by the time their hiccups subsided, they were both out of breath and smiling.

After breakfast, they got dressed for the day. Y/N wore his favorite casual outfit, while Jenna chose a comfortable yet stylish ensemble. They grabbed their things and headed out, Y/N driving them to their first destination: an amusement park.

As they arrived, Jenna’s eyes lit up with excitement. “An amusement park? You know me so well!”

Y/N grinned, taking her hand. “I thought it would be fun. Ready to relive our childhoods?”

They started with the Ferris wheel, wanting to take in the view of the entire park. As they reached the top, Jenna leaned against Y/N, sighing contentedly.

“This is amazing,” she said softly.

Y/N kissed her forehead. “Anything for you.”

Next, they hit the roller coasters. The first one they chose was a classic wooden coaster, which looked both thrilling and a bit rickety.

As they climbed the first big hill, Jenna squeezed Y/N’s hand tightly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she yelled over the clatter of the ride.

“Just wait till the drop!” Y/N shouted back, grinning.

When they reached the top, the roller coaster paused for a brief, heart-stopping moment. Jenna’s eyes widened, and she let out a squeal as they plunged down the steep track. The wind whipped through their hair, and their screams mixed with laughter. Y/N looked over at Jenna, her face lit up with pure joy, and his heart swelled.

After the ride, they stumbled off, still laughing. “That was insane!” Jenna exclaimed, breathless.

“Want to go again?” Y/N teased.

Jenna nodded eagerly. “Absolutely!”

They rode several more coasters, each one more exhilarating than the last. At one point, Jenna dared Y/N to raise his hands for the entire ride, which resulted in even more hilarious moments as they tried to outdo each other.

They played games at the arcade, where Y/N won a large stuffed bear for Jenna, who hugged it tightly.

“Look at you, the carnival king,” Jenna teased.

“Anything to see you smile,” Y/N replied, his heart swelling with joy at her happiness.

They wandered the park, enjoying the various attractions and indulging in carnival food. Jenna insisted on getting a caricature done of them, and they laughed at the exaggerated drawing of their features.

As the afternoon wore on, they decided to take a break and sat on a bench, sharing a giant pretzel. Jenna rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, a peaceful silence settling between them.

“This has been perfect,” Jenna said, breaking the silence. “Thank you for planning this.”

“I wanted today to be special,” Y/N replied, squeezing her hand. “You deserve it.”

As the sun began to set, they made their way to the beachside, where Y/N had arranged a cozy picnic. They spread out a blanket on the sand and enjoyed the simple meal, watching the waves gently lap at the shore.

“You really outdid yourself,” Jenna said, leaning back on her elbows and looking up at the sky, which was now painted in shades of pink and orange.

“I wanted today to be perfect for you,” Y/N replied, reaching out to hold her hand.

As darkness fell, they built a small bonfire and sat close, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores. They talked late into the night, the fire crackling and the stars twinkling above them.

Eventually, they made their way back to the car and drove home, tired but happy. Jenna was quiet during the drive, lost in thought about the wonderful day they had shared. As they pulled into their driveway, she turned to Y/N with a smile.

“Thank you for today,” she said. “It was everything I needed and more.”

Y/N pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, too. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend a day like this with.”

Inside, they settled onto the couch, exhausted but happy. Jenna rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, and they sat in comfortable silence, reflecting on the perfect day they had shared.

“Let’s make a promise,” Jenna said softly. “No matter how busy life gets, let’s always find time for days like this.”

“Deal,” Y/N agreed, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll always make time for each other.”

And with that promise, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, content in the knowledge that their love would always find a way to shine through, no matter what.

[hrshlandfunkypics]

So, Konya Sukiyaki Dayo, yes?

After having watched Koisenu Futari, I heard about this series also having an aroace character in it, and I thought that damn, I have to watch that.

Once I finished battling demons and finally got the help of an angel to find it, I binge-watched the series in two days, since there's only twelve episodes. And boy, is it different than Koisenu Futari.

Unfortunately, I went into the series due to the previous jdrama about an aroace character, and as such I didn't enjoy it as much as I could've.

SO, did I like Konya Sukiyaki Dayo? I will have to say yes, despite the previous statement.

One main thing was that the hype around this series was the aroace character, so I was expecting the series to focus much more on that aspect that it turned out to be. The mention of aromanticism was done once in the first episode, and only mentioned aromanticism without asexualism. There was, however hints about it when Tomoko mentioned that she'll never be a mother, but this might also just be derived from the fact that if she didn't love romantically then she wouldn't marry and therefore there was no children in perspective.

Putting all of that aside, it is, in itself, a very good series.

We not only have two women lead, but they also try to understand each others and how to go around their lives in order to get the best of it. The beautiful aspect of helping each others, especially through food, is a huge part in what drives those twelve episodes. While one of them is given better tools to be able to have fun, the other is given solace from the fact that she still gets to eat properly without ruining herself.

Another aspect, which I really like as a queer person is how both of them ends up developing a strong platonic relationship, strong enough to resemble a Queer Platonic Relationship in some aspects, even if there is no clear words put on it.

Furthermore, the show also gives us respectful relationships between the characters, albeit not without a few hiccups here and there.

First and foremost, we have Ota and Tomoko, who live together, but none of them pushes the other out of her comfort zone. Ota doesn't bother Tomoko with how she should date, and Tomoko doesn't stop Ota from venting and sharing her love. They don't fully understand each others on that specific point, but they respect each other about it. There is also Ota and her boyfriend/husband, the latter, while not really understanding what this is all about, still listens and tries to do his best for both of them. The question of the last name have them talk in earnest about it, but what was really important to their relationship is the meeting they have with each others family. Facing the usual societal demands of heterosexual marriage was hard, but when he noticed that she wasn't comfortable, he not only gave her an outlet so she could express what she wanted, while also giving her control of the situation and putting an end to the parental mess. Finally, we have Tomoko and her friend who are just that, showing once more than a man and a woman can be just friend and like each other as such without anything else.

All in all, while being vastly different from Koisenu Futari on many points, it is still very similar when talking about different kinds of love, how to be a family and more importantly, how to be kind with yourself.

I would recommend this series, not for the similarities with Koisenu Futari, but because it is once again showing respect towards queer people and those who do not want to fit in the mold.

[crazyunsexycool]

My Little Love

Chapter 28

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Warning: MAJOR ANGST, sad everyone, explosions, gunfire, major character deaths, talks of injuries, a child using a gun (you'll see) cliffhanger

A/N: I am kind of sorry for this...

Series Masterlist

Pillows were laid out, blankets were ready for use, snacks were prepared and everyone was in their comfiest pajamas. Alpine was snuggled up to Henry and Lottie was snuggled up against you. 

🎶 “Life is a highway 

I wanna ride it all night long. 

If you’re going my way

Well, I wanna drive it all night long.”🎶 The three of you sang along to the movie. 

“Can habe mo’ mama?” Lottie lifts up the bowl you’d used for popcorn.

“Sure thing, Sweet Angel. Do you want some more bubs?” 

“Yes please.” 

“I’ll be right back.” You grab the bowl and your phone and head to the kitchen. 

After throwing a bag of popcorn into the microwave you look at your phone. There’s some messages in your family group chat but none from Bucky. You’re itching to text him just to give him encouragement. This has to be incredibly difficult for him, it would be for you too. These were the people that had a hand in creating his kids. In abusing and hurting them with the hopes of creating monsters. 

The microwave beeps letting you know that it’s done. You turn your attention to that instead and decide that Bucky doesn’t need a distraction. 

There was a weight on your midsection and a second later a blood curdling scream. That woke you up with a start. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized Lottie was sitting on top of you. Her hands were gripping your shirt hard enough to rip it. You were disoriented for a moment before you remembered you had been in the living room watching tv and must have fallen asleep. Another sob from Lottie gets your attention. She’s panting as she calls out for you over and over again. 

“Shh it’s ok sweet Angel, mama’s right here.” You sat up and brought your knees up to lay her back as you tried to sooth her. 

“Bubba, bubba.” 

“I’m right here Lottie. You’re ok, you’re safe.” 

“Mama?” Henry’s sleepy voice breaks your focus for just a moment as you look at him. Alpine curled up in his back as she slept. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know honey, maybe she’s having a vision.” 

“Mama.” Charlotte cried this time and then her eyes shifted to look straight at you. It felt more like she was seeing through you.

“Hey baby, you’re ok. What did you see? Can you tell me?” 

“Mama.” She said with a hiccup. Her hands were on your temple and she put her foreheads to yours.

****

The morning light peaks through the curtains as Lottie opens her eyes slowly. With a yawn and stretch she sat up and  admired her Barbie pajamas. There’s a teddy bear snug in her arm and she’s  sitting in a pile of pillows. When she looks to the side she finds Henry sleeping with Alpine snuggled up on his back. When Lottie looks towards the kitchen she sees you moving around. As best she can, Lottie stands with the intention of making her way to you.   

“Warning. Incoming projectile. Warning. incoming projectile.” Friday announced.

Metal blinds start to lower over the windows and Lottie whimpers, scared of what’s going on. 

“Henry, Charlotte.” She heard you calling them and running toward the living room. 

You barely make it to them and throw yourself over their smaller frames when a blast rings throughout the room. 

****

There was ringing in Lottie’s ears as she began to regain consciousness. There’s rubble and smoke and small fires springing up in the living room. Through crying and coughing Lottie sits up. Your arm is thrown over her but your eyes are closed. 

“Mama?” Lottie calls you but you don’t stir. 

She pulls herself from your grip and she winces when she gets up. Her once pink pajamas are now crimson. When she lifts up her top there’s an ugly gash on her belly.

“Mama no seeping.” She shakes you but still no response. “Bubba?” 

Lottie looks over at her brother and begins to cry. He lays next to you, lifeless. His eyes opened and glazed over with blood around his mouth and nose. There was a bang at the door and then another. 

“Mama, Mama.” Lottie shook you, crying as she called out your name. 

A group of men all dressed in black, a red skull with tentacles emblazoned on their uniforms barge in. One of the men grabs Charlotte. She tries to wiggle, punch and kick her way out of their hold but to no avail, she's carried out while she cries and tries to reach for you in hopes that you will save her. 

You gasp as you pull away from Lottie’s hold. Her bottom lip trembles as she looks at you. 

“Oh my sweet Angel it’s ok. I’m going to keep you safe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.” You pull her into your chest and rub her back until she calms down.

“What happened mama?” 

“She just saw something bad. But now I know what it is and we can make it better.” You kiss the top of Lottie’s head and then pull Henry to your side. “I need your help sweet boy. I need you to go and change out of your pjs and into outside clothes and shoes.”

“Ok Mama.” 

Henry gets up and runs to his room while you get up and go to Lottie’s. She clings to you and you have to reassure her that nothing is going to happen. After finally getting her dressed you change into something more suitable. 

“Let’s go Henry.” You call out from the door, he runs to meet you with Alpine in his arms. You smile at him and let him walk out first before looking at your apartment for what may be the last time. 

“Mama.”

“Yes sweet Angel?”  

“Bad men coming. Want dada.” Her usually bright and happy eyes are now full of concern and fear and it kills you.

“Yes they are, but mama is going to keep you safe until daddy gets back.” 

“Hill.” You call out as you burst through the command room doors with Henry and Charlotte following close behind. 

“Y/L/N, now is not a good time.”

“You can’t get a hold of them can you?” 

Hill looks from one of the monitors to you with a furrowed brow. She nods towards an empty office and you follow her in with the kids. 

“How did you know?” 

“This is what happened on my first mission after we found Charlotte, remember?” 

“They’re flying into a trap.” She says.

“Not necessarily a trap but a distraction.”

“What do you mean?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

You explain everything you saw in Lottie’s vision, giving as much detail as possible. Some parts make Lottie upset again but you have to get them out anyway. It’s not just yours and the kid’s lives that are at stake, Tony doubled the agents while they left for your protection but if Hydra was able to get in quickly that means they had the firepower to get through anyone. 

“And they’re after the kids?”

“It seemed like it.” 

“We have to do something.” Hill sighs. “We can’t just evacuate, they could have eyes on us right now, but you have to leave.”

“I have a way to get out.”

“But where will you go?” 

“The tower. Tony reinforced it after Loki’s attack on New York and Hydra won’t think we’d go there.” 

“We tell no one, the less people know the better your chances of getting out safely.” 

“And the team?” You ask, since the vision you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Bucky. When he gets back he’ll think the worst and it’ll kill you to not be able to let him know right away that you and the kids are ok. 

“I’ll let Bucky know of the plan and have him meet you there.” Maria gives you a reassuring smile. “As for the rest of us, we'll prepare to give Hydra a fight when they walk through those doors. That should distract them enough so that you can get away.”

“Thank you Maria.” 

For the next hour you and Maria make a plan to fight back and an exit strategy. If anything goes wrong from the compound to the tower you are going to need someone to know more or less your backup plan. 

“Stay safe, I’ll see you soon.” 

With a nod you leave and take the kids with you. You head back to your apartment to grab some last minute things. Their teddy bears and favorite blankets, things that will give them comfort and then you head straight for Bucky’s personal garage. Tony had set it up after you gave him the motorcycle for father’s day. Bucky happens to keep another car in there. One he prepared for something like this. It held supplies for the four of you, and Alpine. It was fitted with weapons and bullet proof everything but no tracking system that anyone could hack. Bucky had started working on it shortly after finding Henry. He always told you Hydra wouldn’t give them up so easily.

****

The kids were buckled in and Charlotte had finally fallen asleep. Henry sat quietly next to her, holding her hand for comfort. You sat in the driver's seat, completely alert of your surroundings. The car was parked in the woods of the compound. Close enough to see the main building but still hidden from prying eyes. There were agents going on with their early morning routine but considering they were armed to the teeth you knew Maria had gone through with an emergency briefing. 

As soon as the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon you turned the car on and started to drive off. It wasn’t until you got to a private, lesser known entry point that you heard it. 

The explosion. 

You’re still not sure how Charlotte managed to show you her vision but the thought of you not being able to protect them brought tears to your eyes. Soon enough in the distance there was gunfire and more explosions and you picked up speed to get as far away as you could. It was easy to leave the compound with the fight going on. 

You don’t look back, your focus is to get to the tower. 

****

You had just gotten into the city. Hopefully you'll be able to get to the tower soon and it would be easier to keep track of what was going on at the compound from there. You could also keep an eye out for the team from the tower. During the drive down you kept a police scanner going so that you could be aware of any accidents or closed roads so that you could change directions easier. 

What you heard was much worse. 

There was an amber Alert out for the kids and your description as the kidnapper along with a description of the car you were in. Police were advised to use any force necessary to bring you down. Of course Hydra would still have some people within police departments to use at their will.

“Fuck.” 

“Mama what’s wrong?” Henry asked from behind you. 

“We can’t go to the tower baby.” 

“Where are we gonna go then?” 

“To see the only person I can trust right now.” You look at him through the rear view mirror. 

As soon as you can you get back on the highway and head up north. It’s risky to be on the highway but you’d rather the highway where there are witnesses than a backroad where there would be no one and hydra could definitely get you there. 

“Mama.” 

“Yeah sweet boy?” 

“There are cars following us.” Henry says. “They have been for a few minutes now.” 

“Are you sure?” You look at your side and rear view mirrors to get a look at the cars. 

“Yeah, they’ve changed lanes when you have and they change their speed when you do.” 

“Fuck.” You hit the steering wheel. The last thing you need is a gunfight on a highway. 

You decide to lose them and swerve among the cars until there is enough distance between you and them. Through the traffic you manage to get some distance and you don’t stop until you come to a traffic jam. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you have to slow down. The police scanner goes off talking about a small accident. You flick your wrist and make a way for your own car. 

You’re creating more distance and you’re past the accident. Cars are clearing out of your way as you speed down the highway when a car comes speeding up behind you. You take a deep breath and prepare to make a move at the right moment. With another flick of your wrist you manage to make the other car flip. Unfortunately you now have about four SUVs on your tail again and a crying Lottie who woke up from the noise. 

Henry grabs the gun from your bag sitting on the passenger’s side and then the suppressor. He puts them together and checks for bullets.

“Henry, give me that. It’s not a toy.” 

“I know it’s not a toy mama. I can help.” He says and then he disappears.

 His window rolls down. With one arm wrapped around his seatbelt Henry leans out of the window.

“Henry, get back in your seat, please baby.” You call out but you can’t do much other than weave through traffic and try to stay steady. 

A shot goes off and out of the side mirror you see one of the SUVs swerve off course and hit a barrier. With three more quick shots Henry has effectively stopped Hydra from pursuing you, for now at least. 

“Are you ok sweet Angel?” You ask as you hug Charlotte.

“Am scared. Want dada.” 

“I know sweet Angel, me too.” You smooth out her hair. 

Her now thick and healthy and shiny black hair that fell just to her shoulders. It grew quickly but that’s what the serum’s doing. She had grown so much in the very few short months since you’d found her. Lottie looked like a whole different child. So did Henry. They had both gained a healthy amount of weight, their cheeks were rosy, they smiled easily, and they knew what love was. Now all of that was in danger and you felt helpless in all of it by not having Bucky at your side. He would know what to do and where to go. 

“It’s ok baby we’re safe with mama.” Henry said from his seat next to you. 

You had the SUV parked in a wooded area away from street views and roads. The kids needed a break and so did you. Besides, you were already where you needed to be, you were in your hometown.

“Where are we going after this?” 

“We are going to meet up with your dad.”

“An Steebie?” 

“Yes and Steebie.” You tell Charlotte and smile. 

You glance at the clock on the car radio and sigh. 

“Ok guys, stay here and Henry, keep yourself and Charlotte invisible until I get back. Can you do that?” 

He nods. You lean forward and kiss his forehead and then Lottie’s. She moves to sit with her brother. Henry holds her hand and then they’re gone from your sight. 

You run to where you need to be and make it to the edge of the forest easily. There at the edge you stand behind a tree and watch. A few cars pass by the small road but your eyes are on the building across the street. When you see who you’re waiting for you step out so that you can be seen. 

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” Your dad asks as soon as he gets to you. It didn’t take him long to spot you and he ran over. 

“Dad.” You sob as he hugs you, pulling you away from the street. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I need your help.”

“What is it? Was it Bucky? Did he hurt you? Because I’ll kill him if he did.” He says as he pulls away from you. 

“No dad, he’s on a mission. It’s hydra.”

“The people that hurt him and the kids?”

You nod. “Come on.” You lead him back to the SUV and explain everything on the walk back. 

“What do you need me to do?”  

“I need you to take the kids back to the city, to the Avenger’s tower specifically.”

“What about you?”

“Hydra thinks I have the kids so I’ll let them believe that. I’ll lead them as far away as possible to give you a chance to get to the tower. Maria Hill will be there and hopefully so will the team. The kids will be safer there.” 

“And then what?” Your dad asks but you can see that he already knows the answer. 

“You send the team to come get me but not Bucky. The kids are going to need him and you tell him I said that.” You say as you get to the car. The door opens and the kids jump out. 

“Gwandpa.” 

“Grandpa.”

Eddie gets on one knee and hugs the kids. You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself before you cry in front of the kids. 

“Will you do this for me?” 

“Of course I will kitten. Are you sure you can’t just come with us?”

“It’ll be safer for them if I lead the men following us away.” 

“Ok. I have some old military buddies that will drive down with me for extra protection. We’ll get them there.” Eddie pulls you in for another hug. 

The realization hits you. This might be the last time you ever see him again so you hug him tighter. When you pull back you see tears in his eyes and you give him a sad smile before turning to go back to the SUV. You grab the kids’ backpacks and Alpine and you give them to your dad. 

“I’ll give you a minute.” 

You kneel in front of the kids. First you bring Charlotte in for a hug. You kiss her temple and hum a lullaby to calm her down from the small sobs that are starting to escape her. 

“Mama, bad man take you.” She declares with tears in her eyes.

“It’s ok. I love you so much baby. You are so smart and good, sweet, funny. You’re always going to be my sweet Angel.” 

“I lobe you mama.” Charlotte says before kissing your cheek. “Best mama.” 

“Go with grandpa and be good, ok.” 

You watch as Charlotte runs to your dad and hugs him. Then you turn your attention to Henry. 

“C’mere.” You stretch out your hand for him to take but Henry throws himself against you, his arms wrapped around your neck and he cries. “It’s ok baby. Everything will be just fine.” 

“I can go with you. I can keep you safe mama.”

“I’ll be just fine.”

“You can’t go, you can’t leave us.” Henry cries harder.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“But baby said the bad men take you. They’re going to hurt you if they do.”

“I know but I can change that now that I know what’s supposed to happen. Listen to me.” You pull away and hold him by his shoulders before cupping his face and wiping tears away. “I need you to go with grandpa and Lottie ok. I need you to keep them safe, you have to keep your baby safe. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” 

“Good. I love you so much my sweet boy. I know this is scary but we’ll see each other soon and this will all just be a nightmare.” You kiss his cheek. “My sweet, brave, kind boy. Tell your dad that this wasn’t his fault ok? Whenever you see him sad.”

“Ok.”

“Go with your grandpa and keep Charlotte safe ok.”

He nods again. With his head down Henry walks towards Eddie. He puts on his backpack and takes Alpine in one hand while holding Lottie’s in the other. He fades in and out as they walk away from you. 

Then you turn and get in the car. You already know your fate, hydra takes you. But you’re willing to give yourself up if it means that Henry and Charlotte never have to face them again.

You’re pulled by your hair out of a tub of ice cold water. It feels like thousands of needles are pricking your skin. You try to take a breath and take a moment to look at your surroundings but you can’t. A few seconds later you’re dunked into water again. Your hands are tied behind your back and you have a few broken ribs as well as cuts, scrapes, maybe even a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. In addition to all of that they must have given you some type of sedative because it’s very hard to stay awake and stay focused. Hydra had caught up to you and they managed to get some type of explosive under the car. It was the only way they were able to get the upper hand. As long as the kids and your father got to the tower safely you didn’t care, you just hoped that Bucky wouldn’t blame himself. 

You get pulled out of the water again and this time you’re dragged somewhere else. They force you onto your knees as you cough up water. Finally you can actually breathe. There are footsteps that stop right in front of you but you couldn’t care less as to who it is. Hydra is all scum and they’ll all die once Bucky and the team find you. Sharp nails dig into your cheeks as the person before you grabs your face and moves your head so that you’ll look at them.

“I had lost all hope that I could turn you into what you were meant to be.” 

You stare incredulously up at your captor. Disbelief and anger surge through you but you only manage to say one thing.

“Mom?” 

Ch 29

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[lescarbille]

protective

answer to : send me a word and I'll write you a Carcar drabble

(use of the actual McLaren "situation" to write angst)

Oscar cries.

Oscar doesn’t cry. In the collective consensus, Oscar is composed, none of his moods are higher than another. His smiles are the same when he wins a race or when he is offered chocolate. Oscar is angry in a rational and composed way, he poses the problem rather than exploding like most other drivers do. Strong emotions are not Oscar’s prerogative.

So when Oscar cries the first time in front of Carlos, his emotions too raw to be contained, something breaks inside him. He kneels in front of Oscar curled up in a corner of his hotel room, his face hidden in his knees, his legs against his chest.

His shoulders shake, but his sobs remain silent, barely able to cut through the heavy and oppressive silence of the room.

“Oscar, cariño? Hey. I’m here,” Carlos says softly, placing his hand on his soft hair, caressing the scalp.

He suspects McLaren’s latest strategy.

Oscar has become a sacrificial lamb for the last few races, his victory taken away from him when the team ordered a swap. Oscar was ten seconds ahead of Lando, his victory was his, it was deserved. But Lando has to win against Max, he has to be world champion, the constructors’ title right to be brought back to the MTC. The rest is secondary, Oscar is nothing more than a pawn in a high-speed car.

“You shouldn’t celebrate Lando’s victory,” he growls, pushing his hand away.

“No. I don’t celebrate false victories.”

Oscar gives a strange hiccup and looks up.

His eyes are swollen, rimmed in red, the tears shining in his brown orbs make them look like a watercolor painting fading in the rain. The furrows of her flowers are drawn on his cheeks, erasing the constellations of his moles and freckles. Carlos’s heart breaks. They did this to Oscar.

“That was your victory. Hungary is your victory,” Carlos runs a hand through his hair before placing it on his cheek. “No one can take that away from you, you were a passable rookie, but you’ll make a great world champion and no one will have to slow down for you, because you’ll be first in any case.”

Not me. I'll drive a Williams.

Carlos knows that for a while, he’ll live the podiums vicariously.

A smile blooms on Oscar's face, the rookie line has made it for him

“Come on, come here.”

Carlos opens his arms and Oscar melts into the protective embrace. If he can’t win races, then Carlos has found a nobler task.

[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨, 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞

I’m back from holidays! I can finally get back to our regular routine of updating my ROTTMNT books! So, uh…enjoy this chapter yall!

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Adriaen, the brothers and April were driving inside the turtle tank late at night around New York. Balloons and banners decorated the inside as the boys chant out to April about it being her birthday.

"I don’t know why you are even bothering. I told you guys my birthday’s are always a disaster. It’s cursed."

April lightly smiles fondly at the boys who smile back. Adriaen was watching the road, mostly because Raph was looking at April, so Adriaen didn’t want him to accidentally crash the tank. “Curse smursh. We’re gonna birthday so hard, you’re gonna need a permission slip." Leo grins, wrapping an arm around Adriaen and pulling him in, making the mutant roll his eyes playfully as he gave an assuring nod.

”For once, Leo’s right. I mean, how bad can your birthdays be?”

Suddenly, an air conditioner comes out of nowhere and hits the tank in the front, causing the tank to stop and the boys and April to brace themselves as they blink and look around in utter confusion. Leo had to grip onto Adriaen so they wouldn’t smash their faces against the control panels.

"What was that?"

Raph checked out through his window where we hear him let out a startled yelp of concern. Adriaen blinks and climbs slightly over Leo, who blushed at the closeness, but he of course didn’t mind it as Adriaen peeked out from behind Raph to see what made the tank come to a halt.

He widens his eyes when he saw an air conditioning unit impacted on the front of the tank. 

Oh, Donnie’s not going to like that.

He slides back inside and looks to Mikey. “Mikey, go help Raph out with, the uh….just go outside with him.”

Mikey tilts his head but being the nice turtle he is, nods and gets out the tank with Raphael. The two going to the front to inspect the damage.

Leo leans forward to rest on the dashboard as Adriaen sat in his respective chair, waiting patiently. Donnie of course was mostly concerned about his tank, whereas April hung back.

"Okay, give it to me straight. How bad is the damage?"

"Oh, It’s, uh, not that bad." Raph assures but Adriaen knew that wasn’t the case. "Oh, it’s real bad. Real, real, real, real, real bad." Mikey wasted no time on emphasising the actual truth, making Donatello twitch his eye.

“See. I told you my birthday was cursed." April huffs, feeling somewhat bad but Adriaen shook his head and walks over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“No, no. It’s not you. Things like this kinda always happen to us, you know? Trust me, it’s not your fault whatsoever.”

Leo nods and pipes in his own comment, “Exactly! This is just a mini bump in the road. A hiccup. There’s no way this night gets worse." He assured but the moment he finished talking the sound of an explosion happens and next minute the tank once again jolts up. 

Adriaen yelps and lost his balance, collapsing onto Leo’s lap. The slider was reading a comic but threw it away when Adriaen landed on him. Leo gave a cheeky smile at his crush who was blushing in utter embarrassment before shaking his head and looking around in bewilderment.

Donnie, once again, was mostly concerned about his tank.

“What was that?"

They got no response making Adriaen suspicious, but he didn’t straight away go into concern mode. He instead, lifts himself off Leo and sat down in his seat, this time he decided to remain there to avoid any accidents.

Leo was none the less satisfied with the earlier results of Adriaen falling on him. 

Outside, Warren and Hypno were avoiding being caught by none other than Draxum who was persistently trying to snatch the gauntlet off Warren Stone. Raph and Mikey having to witness this fiasco.

Next to Draxum, standing in the now blown-up apartment above, was Ronin, donned in his usual disguise.

“Your gauntlet will be mine, worm man." Draxum threatens, only to move his head to the side when Warren fired an energy blast at him, using the gauntlets power.

"Breaking news, the gauntlet stays with me!"

He fires again at the two who effortlessly dodge the blast. Draxum jumped down, sliding past the lasers with his vines that he created. Ronin runs along the vines and takes out throwing knives from his pocket. 

He jumps up and throws a few at Warren who managed to barely dodge the attacks.

"Enough of this."

Draxum spun around and fired brick projectiles at Warren. The worm dodged jumping all over the roof of the Turtle Tank, at one point Warren was about to get hit until his partner, Hypno saved him.

“Alakaboom!"

A razor ring slices a large brick in half and flowers fall on Warren.

“Take that you horned headed freak." Warren laughs out, going to stand beside Hypno. Draxum and Ronin jump off the tank and notice Mikey and Raph who were watching with flabbergasted looks.

“Oh, my turtles! How very not nice to see you!" Draxum hissed, using his vine powers to attack them. Raph quickly grabbed Mikey, and they jumped out the way in time.

The vines scaling up the tank to attack Hypno and Warren instead. Ronin glances over to Mikey and Raph, using this distraction to sneak his way over to them.

“April’s birthday really is cursed." Raph muttered out loud, “We cannot let her see this." Mikey exclaims the obvious, but before they could get back to the safety of the tank, Ronin appears from behind. Arms behind his back and head tilted to the side. 

“What’s this about a birthday?”

Raph and Mikey let out a startled shout, jumping back in shock as Ronin calmly looked at them. His mask hiding his actual emotion, but no doubt he was grinning underneath.

”Ronin, what the heck is going on?!” Raph growls out lightly, gesturing to the mess that was Draxum and the other two villains. Ronin chuckled lightly, “Yeah, that right. Totally an accident that you guys got caught in the crossfire. But we’re trying to take that gauntlet off that worm guy.”

”Why?” Mikey asks innocently as Ronin hums, placing his hands on his hips in thought. “Sorry, can’t say. But don’t worry about it. But if I were you, I’d get back to your tank.” He says, jumping out the way when vines grew out the ground and almost grabbed the mutant turtles who quickly separated.

Raph and Mikey got inside the tank safely.

They drop down inside which was enough to send April to the ground. Leo, Donnie and Adriaen also look at the two in puzzlement.

"Real quick, uh, we just need to take care of this tiny, no-big-deal, non-life-threatening situation. Then it’s onto April birthday fun.” Raph strains out a smile, coming off awkward.

Donnie, Adriaen and Leo share glances at each other.

”Prepare to fire some cool weapons!" Raph suddenly shouts, making Donnie perk up excitedly as he hovers over the buttons to press.

"Which ones?"

“All of them…"

The sudden voice of someone else had the turtles stare at Warren who had a menacing look.

"Okay, who is that and how did he get in there?" Leo spoke up, as Adriaen raised an eyebrow at him. He looks familiar but he couldn’t quite pinpoint where exactly he might’ve seen this strange worm mutant.

April gets back up and recognizes the worm, gasping in shock. “Hold the phone. You’re Warren Stone! I’d recognize that hair anywhere!" She gleefully announced, as Warren Stone proudly beams at her.

“Why, yes I am. Are you a stonehead? That’s what I call my fans."

“Member since 2010!” 

April pulls out her wallet and shows a long list of herself over the years of her being a fan of Warren. “Excellent. Now by the power invested by me, by my own fan club, I’m deputizing you to get my hippo roomie back."

He points to where Hypno is fighting Ronin and Draxum outside. The villain Hypno slicing at the vines coming for him as Ronin perched atop a lamppost.

"Where's my roommate slash friend slash magical assistant?!" He hissed out at the group, Ronin blinked under his mask as he scoffs playfully, leaning against his palm.

”Well, we certainly don’t have him. But side note, look behind you; they got him.” He smirks, his tone teasing as he gestured over to the turtle tank.

Hypno turns around to see Warren and Donnie fighting over the controls inside the tank.

"Get off my console!" Donnie spat out as Hypno jumps over, landing on the hood of the tank. “I’ll save you, Warren!" He exclaims, cracking the window which knocks Donnie back. The purple masked mutant flailing his arms as he was caught by Adriaen, who held him up.

Warren placed his hand to the glass with endearment before he watched Hypno get captured by the vines that wrapped around the tank.

"No! Give him back!"

Warren starts slamming his gauntlet on the controls, accidentally activating nitro mode, the rockets that Donnie installed to make the tank go fast activate, causing the tank to break free and pass Hypno.

Warren and Hypno reach out for each other, calling out for their partner as their hands fail to reach each other as the tank takes off into the sky. 

Hypno shed a few tears as Draxum and Ronin approached him. The latter crouching down as he tilts his head, his mask hiding the fact the fact that he was grinning.

”So…you and the worm guy dating?”

-----

The brothers, Adriaen and April reach a park, making sure no other humans were around, they quickly tie up Warren to a pole with Mikey’s whip.

"What does this thing do and why does Draxum want it?! Hm? Hm?" Mikey interrogated but Warren blinks as he starts patting the gauntlet.

"I don't know, but it's amazing! I call her Charlotte. She's like a toupée, but for your fist!"

Adriaen sighs as he placed his hands on his hips. “It’s obviously part of the dark armor. Which means we cannot allow Draxum to get his hands on it.” He states with determination as Donnie nods in agreement before whipping out his staff which turns on all kinds of sharp and dangerous weapons coming out from it.

“So now to do some light removing of a thing attached to another thing."

"Donnie!” Leo exclaims in shock at the bō staff, as Adriaen steps back to not get accidentally stabbed. “Is that a flamethrower?” He uttered out, using Raph as a shield.

"It’s fine. He regenerates, remember?”

The brothers and Adriaen all look at each other before Leo shakes his head in distress and confusion.

“Uh…no."

April gets between them, making Donnie halt on his terrifying actions. “Stop! This is a sign. Maybe this is finally the year my birthday is awesome." She calmly confesses, as Adriaen crosses his arms together, deadpanning.

"This is what you think makes a birthday awesome? You need to raise your standards.” He bluntly informs, Leo nodding beside him as the red eared slider leans against Adriaen.

“Preach that.”

April groans and stands her ground. “This is my birthday, and Warren Stone is the goat of news anchors. We've gotta help him get his friend slash roomie slash, it's complicated, back from Baron Draxum. It's my birthday wish!" She announced which immediately had the turtles yell in frustration.

"You’re invoking bday rights on him?" Leo lightly glares at Warren, “He might be a villain, but so is Baron Sheepman and that, uh, masked creepy guy with him. And the enemy of your enemy is—monster!” April began to give a little speech until she suddenly pointed out behind the turtles when a rogue monster was charging at them.

When they turn around to look at what April was screaming at, the brothers screamed, Adriaen was more so shocked as he instinctively got into a fighting position, but to his and the others confusion, the monster dissolved into a jumble of vines.

A paper stuck to the dissolved monster was seen.

"Is that a note from Draxum?" Leo mumbled out, raising an invisible brow. “What, he couldn’t send an email?" Donnie sarcastically sassed out, Adriaen steps forward, cringing a little when he stepped into the vines as he grabs the note and reads it out loud.

"Give us the gauntlet or your kiwi friend becomes a smoothie. Let’s not be tacky and avoid a violent exchang...ie. Love Huginn and Muninn."

He tilts his head at the strange message, noticing a little love heart drawn at the bottom that was signed by Ronin. Leo peeks over and scowls a bit at the heart, he grabs the note and rips it up.

"Guys, we gotta help him." April informs which immediately had Raph shaking his head. "Hard pass."

Before anyone else could say anything, Warren started whimpering as he gave the group his best puppy dog eyes.

"I know I’m a famous worm villain, but I need your help."

Adriaen stood beside Leo and Donnie. Listening to whatever Warren had to say to get him out of this mess.

"When News fame left, so did everyone I knew. I was alone. I had nothing. Until I met a magician hippo, and my life changed.” 

Adriaen resisted the urge to roll his eyes, crossing his arms together, “For my birthday, he baked me a tiny cake. And then, magically, jumped out of it! He almost crushed me when he slipped on frosting. He's my brother! He's my—"

He was cut off by Raph who was sobbing in sympathy. Mikey, April and Leo also showing their own sympathetic expressions with only Donnie and Adriaen looking bored and uninterested.

"Fine! All right? Just please, stop. We'll get your roomie back." Raph assured as Adriaen looks between everyone, “Are we positive that they are just roommates? And not, I don’t know, something else?” He questions, watching how they untie Warren as Leo rubs his eyes to get rid of any tears he had.

Leo turns to Adriaen with a light smile. “Who knows, but he was convincing.” He announced, wrapping his arm around Adriaen and leading him away when the group started to walk to discuss the plan on getting Hypno back.

-----

At the docks, Draxum had wrapped Hypno in his vines, holding him hostage on top of a shipment crate. Ronin was leaning against the said crate on the ground, perking up slightly when he saw Warren approach them. 

“Tonight’s top story. I’m here to make your trade Draxum."

"Good. Now hand over the gauntlet."

Ronin steps forward slightly at the words of Draxum, letting Warren know silently to hand it to him. Hypno tried to call out to him, but his words were muffled from the tape on his mouth.

"I love you, too!” Warren calls over as Ronin confidently placed a hand on his hip. “Totally called it. They are so an item.”

Warren blushed at the comment before coughing and clearing his throat. “Anyway, we could do that, or I can make you a sweeter offer."

Huginn tilted his head to the side, the two gargoyles perched atop of Hypno's shoulders. "Like what?" He inquired as Munnin smiles excitedly.

"A lifetime supply of gum?"

"No. How about your mutant loser turtles? I brought them right here."

Warren grins devilishly as he gestured upwards, Draxum and Ronin looking up to see the turtles and April hanging from above in harnesses as they were going to drop down and surprise attack Draxum.

Adriaen twitched his eye at the worm in annoyance, "Did he seriously give us up?” He growls lightly, before yelping in shock when Warren blasts them with his gauntlet and the gang fall to the ground. 

Purple vines instantly trapped them in a cage to prevent them from escaping.

"Betrayal! I feel like we should have seen that coming." Leo gasps out before mumbling to himself as he watched Adriaen grip the purple vines and glare at the worm.

”Listen here you pest, when I get out of here, I’m going to personally rip your arm off!”

Leo chuckled sheepishly at his crush’s threat and guided him to sit down next to him.

“Easy, Adri.” Leo soothed in a comical manner, which only had Adriaen scoff and look away, but he seemed calm. ”How could you do this?! And on my birthday! I was the Vice president of the Stoneheads!" April shouts her own frustrations as Warren eyed her.

“And he thanks you for your service."

Draxum speaks up, amused. “You drive a hard bargain but...it’s a deal. Free him." He agrees to the offer, commanding the gargoyles to rip the tape off Hypno.

They do so and push him towards Warren. Ronin walks away, going to stand back at his original spot. He passed the turtles who look at him, Mikey giving puppy dog eyes for Ronin to free them. But Ronin ignored the group and leans against the shipping crate.

Warren reached up when Hypno crouched to his knees, letting the worm villain hug him. "Tonight's headline: Best friends, reunited and it feels s—"

“I’m so sorry. It was the only way to let you live.” Hypno cuts him off, making Warren let out a noise of puzzlement as Hypno frowns at him.

”Oh…Mezmeroo!”

Hypno sadly hypnotizes Warren who was swaying from the mind control. “Oh…give them the gauntlet, my golden-voiced amigo." He commanded, watching Warren who was hypnotised slowly slither his way to Ronin.

"Oh, man, a double betrayal. Did not see that coming." Leo voiced out in amusement, smirking lightly. Adriaen deadpans at him, “Are you seriously enjoying this right now?” He muttered, but didn’t give Leo a chance to reply as he watched the scene exchange in front of him.

Draxum jumps down from the crate, picking up Warren in a magical sphere. "You get the gauntlet, and the turtles and Warren lives. That was our deal, right?" Hypno summaries the deal he made with Draxum who chuckled lightly.

"Yeah no. I lied."

Ronin takes out a few tiny balls of pellets that contained Draxum’s vines as he throws them at Hypno, who yells as he was lifted up in the air from said vines.

"Triple Betrayal! Everybody is on fire tonight!" Leo laughs, before losing balance slightly and fell down into Adriaen's lap when the cage was also lifted into the air.

Adriaen gave a light scolding look to Leo. “Here I thought Donnie was the crazy one. But you are seriously changing my perspective tonight.” He hisses out lightly as Leo gave a cheeky and awkward smile.

”It’s uh….how I cope?” 

Adriaen huffs and annoyingly leans his face onto Leo’s shell, having enough of this whole fiasco with the villains. 

The slider flinched at the sudden action but was silently chanting out for victory in his head.

"But you said you promised!" Hypno exclaims in panic and betrayal at Draxum. “Only a true genius could choreograph this many betrayals and double crosses." Draxum replies, making Muninn and Huginn become bashful.

"I mean, it was a total team effort."

"I am blushing."

Ronin joined in on the fun, “Draxum is quite humble to share how it was a team decision.” 

Draxum growls and glares at the three, "I was talking about me, you idiots!” He shouted at them, Ronin playfully holding his hands up in the air. “Yeesh, I take it back.” He taunted, smirking under his mask when Draxum groans and turns his attention to Warren.

”Now time to do some light removing of one thing attached to another thing."

Hypno began to struggle to break free and moved his rings to cut the vines loose.

“Classic April O’Neil birthday. Trapped in a cage, betrayed by my idol, and facing certain doom." She sighs in sadness, making Raph give her a warm look of assurance.

"Look on the bright side. We’re trapped in a cage, having been betrayed by your idol facing certain doom...together.”

This earned everyone to stare at him in silent judgment. “Hey, I'm trying my best here." Raph defended himself from the silence judging looks of his brothers and friends.

Suddenly a puff of smoke appears in front of them. "Tada!” Hypno announces but he wasn’t in front of the cage, “Wait, almost there, a little higher to the right.” He talks to his doves who lift him by the clothes and have him hover in front of the vine cage.

“Hold on, and yep, you’re there. Allow me to help."

Donnie quickly pushed Raph out the way, his face expression that of caution and annoyed at the situation. "Okay, cowboy. I don’t know what kind of double-triple-betrayal you've got planned, but we’re not interested." He informs, Adriaen quipping in as well.

”Exactly. You can take your birds away before I give you the bird.” 

Leo once again, lightly pats Adriaen on his shell. "I’ve got nothing up my sleeve. I promise." Hypno assured but cards fly out of sleeve that hit Donatello in the face.

"Please, you must save Warren! I'm a—I'm a terrible roomie! I cheat on the chore chart, he pretends not to notice, but he does, I know he does..."

He began to beg, looking at the group with a pout. April turns to look down at the unconscious talking worm. 

"I just can't quit you, Warren Stone."

I totally can.

Adriaen thought, but didn’t say it out loud as Raph sighs and nods in agreement when Hypno. “To be clear, we’re doing this for April because it’s her birthday." He reasons as Hypno perks up happily and starts using his sharp rings to slice open the vine cage.

From below, Draxum makes a saw of his vines to cut Warren. Ronin watches as he glances up at the yokai. “Won’t this kill him?” He ponders in curiosity. “Hm? Oh, probably.” He shrugs calmly, no care in the world for Warren.

He was only inches away when Hypno threw a ring at the vines, breaking it into pieces. He looked up and saw Hypno and the others freed from the cage.

"Step away from my roomie." Hypno threatens, Ronin whistles in slight impressiveness, before he felt someone behind him. He turns around to see Leo sneaking up and grabbing Warren when no one was looking.

"I’ve got him! Let’s go!"

He starts running, only to be stopped and pulled back slightly when Ronin held onto the gauntlet from the other side, stretching the worm in two directions.

“Not so fast Bluey!”

Leo glared at his masked rival, "Little help here?" He calls out to the others who ran over to help pull Leo and Warren to them.

Ronin gazed to Draxum who made his way over and also helped on pulling Warren over to them.

“We can’t stretch him any further." Adriaen announces, his arms getting tired from pulling. But suddenly to everyone’s shock, April jumps in between and cuts the arm with a razor ring. The force of wind knocked all of them down.

Ronin tumbled back into Draxum but held the gauntlet as he and Draxum stand up. “Finally, another piece of the dark armor. Ew, gross..." Draxum appraised with accomplishment, opening a portal for him and his henchmen to go through.

He grabs the limp arm of Warren that was stuck inside the gauntlet and threw it to the side before stepping through the portal.

"New victory dance."

"With extra butt action!"

The gargoyles taunt, slapping their butts at the turtles before flying after Draxum. Ronin rubs his head slightly from the tumble earlier as he gazed at the group. Adriaen looks at him, but didn’t say anything as Ronin turns away and leaves, the portal closing.

Adriaen sighs, shaking his head as he looks over at Hypno who stands beside April. "How’d you know about our old trick?" He asks innocently, knowing that Warren was able to regenerate.

"What old trick?"

Warren suddenly wakes up, screaming in pain. He stared at his right arm that was missing until a new one grew in.

“I’m fine.” He assured before widening his eyes when he realises his gauntlet is gone. “Charlotte! My power! You’ve made a grave mistake. You are on my list." He glares up at April who just softly smiles at him, not taking his threats seriously.

"It was you or the gauntlet. And to some, well you’re kind of a big deal."

"I will haunt your dreams."

Hypno rubs his cheeks against Warren, "That's my Warren! Oh, it's good to have you back roomie, slash magical assistant, slash friend.” He hums happily and in relief before he kisses Warren's cheek.

”Doves!” He shouts which summons a group of white doves, which carry them off. “Let's go make fun of game show contestants on TV!"

Adriaen watched the two, one hand on his hip. “I think that confirms my suspicions.” He mumbled, Leo walking over and standing beside him. He glanced down at Adriaen’s hand that wasn’t on his hip, and decided to try and hold his hand.

But Leo didn’t get a chance to when Adriaen moved away to make his way back to the others. Leo frowns and glanced down at his own palm.

"April, so about your birthday…we’re really sorry we weren’t the ones to break the curse and uh—“ Raph spoke up, chuckling nervously before Donnie slides in with Warren’s stretched out arm that she chopped off.

"Happy birthday!"

April looks confused, but she accepted the gift none the less and jumps up.

"Best birthday ever!"

Adriaen chuckles lightly as he looks up at the night sky. “I don’t know about you guys…but I think we call it there for the night.” He suggested, which everyone mumbled and nods in agreement, all tired from this little adventure.

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They brought April back home; she bids them goodnight as the turtle's wave bye and drive back home. Donnie parks the tank in an abandoned garage, where he pressed a button on the control keys he had, a platform under the tank appears and brings the turtle tank down into a tunnel that connected to the lair.

Once everyone was out the tank, they all say their goodnights and head to their respective rooms to sleep. Leo walks with Adriaen before he stops the black masked mutant.

”Quick little question…”

”Hm? Okay?”

Leo inhales as he taps his fingers together. “Let’s say…hypothetically, someone, a guy, has a crush on you romantically. Would you accept?” He asks, which surprised Adriaen as he crosses his arms at him.

”Is this because of Warren and Hypno? Cause I totally believe that they are dating.”

Leo shyly nods, it was only half true that the reason he was asking was because of how Warren and Hypno acted. 

“Then…I guess I would? I haven’t thought about it, but it sounds nice I guess?”

Leo perks up, eyes open wide as Adriaen shrugs his shoulders. “But I doubt that’ll happen.” He added before patting Leo on the shoulder briefly.

”Night Leo.”

He walks out the garage as Leo stands where he is. Watching Adriaen leave him behind as Leo looks away and jumped in the air slightly, raising his fist up.

”Yes! I have a chance!”

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

I apologise if this seemed rushed or anything of the sorts. I’m still kinda recovering from a long holiday and I also got injured a couple days ago on both my arms where they have massive bruises, and they still hurt so…yeah 😅

First Chapter here

Previous Chapter here

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could you do a ‘being worried when the other comes home late’ modern au with ao’nung, please? i love worried ao’nung 🥺

nooo i love worried ao’nung, so underrated bc i feel like nobody writes it! i def see him as snarky, but i don’t think he’s just super mean all the time 😭 here ya go anon <3 wc: 1,652

Modern Au Prompt #3 w/Ao’nung

pairing: human!Ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings: none

A hiccup rumbles your chest as you carefully pace your way to the door of your apartment, drunkenly giggling at yourself when you realize just how long its taken you to make it down the hallway without tripping over your own two feet.

The fuzzy, pink puffball you have on your keychain keeps getting in the way as you shuffle your keys to try and find the right one, and you quietly groan in annoyance because all you want to do is get inside, and you really have to pee. Your vision is slightly hazy, and though your acrylic nails aren’t that long, they are definitely not helping considering your motor skills are already slightly inhibited by the shots in your system.

“Gym, no… Pool, no… Campus, Mom’s house, oh come on!” You sigh, grabbing onto everything but what you need. “Oh, yes! Finally,” Your eyes flutter in relief once you finally get your hands on your house key, your purse slipping from your shoulder to your forearm as you angle yourself to stick it in the doorknob.

And just as you’re about to turn the key, it turns for you, and with a tilt of your head you watch as the door swings open to reveal none other than Ao’nung, your roommate, in the doorway.

His curls are messy, majority of them pulled back into a ponytail, but the rest are tousled and indicative of his bedhead as they frame his face, soft and delicate to balance his hardened features while sharp, seafoam eyes peer down at the slight sway of your small frame in the hallway.

“Jesus, Y/n, it’s almost 2am in the morning. Where have you been?”

His voice is rough and to anyone else it’d seem like he was reprimanding you, but you know that’s just how Ao’nung sounds when he talks so you wave him off with a floppy, dismissive hand. He’s obviously worried about you, and that’s clear in the way his eyes leak with concern.

Though you didn’t notice, because he’s shirtless as he stands off to the side in front of you with a hand on his hip like a displeased father, and that only directs your gaze to the sweatpants that hang low on his waist. Your eyes trail down his chiseled torso and stop at his prominent v-line before he’s rolling his eyes and tugging you inside, because all you can do is stand there and look dumb. And while he did think you looked cute while doing it, that wasn’t the point.

“Get in the house, dummy.”

With a quiet yelp you shuffle your way in and hope your feet can keep up the speed. He closes the door behind you, turning back around with a solicitous look on his face.

“How did you get home? Did someone drive you? You’re drunk.” He states, and you bring your hand to and away from your head in a ‘duh’ motion.

“No shit sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” You snicker, because right about now, everything is funny, down to the slight slur of your words and the way his lips purse at your untimely sense of humor. You bend over and nearly fall forwards while you slip your heels off your feet, and his hands are already out just in case he needs to catch you. He watches as you bring your wobbly body back up and brush the hair from your face, the whole act clearly taking a lot more effort due to your tipsy state seeing as you’re nearly out of breath.

“My friends wanted to stay, I didn’t, so I took an uber.” You shrug, sticking the tip of your tongue out and plucking one of those small white fibers that float in the air from it. It’s apparent that you’re pretty much past the conversation, not marking it as a big deal but his eyes almost blow from his skull at your response.

“You took an uber? Alone? In that little ass thing?” He huffs out in exasperation and a hand gestures down at the tiny, tight black fabric clinging to your skin that you have the nerve to call a dress. It stops just above your upper thighs and hugs you in all the right places, which was exactly your intention. You look down like you don’t know what you’re wearing, and he frustratedly drags a hand down his face when he glances away because somehow, you’re even more clueless than usual.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to get you!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine. Your hand going to cradle your pounding head as your bottom lip pokes out into a subtle pout. “I didn’t wanna wake you up…”

“I’m not-“ His agitation falters at the look you give him and he exhales, quickly nodding his head because he knows better to upset a girl when she’s drunk. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a show of your tear-filled dramatics, which happened quite often, might he add. Ever since the day he’d rushed out of his room at the sound of you crying in the kitchen, all to find out it was literally over spilt milk because you’d accidentally dropped your last bowl of Lucky Charms on the floor, your unofficial nickname had become ‘crybaby’.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He reaches forward and takes your bag and keys from your hands to set them on the kitchen counter across from you. “Just, please, call me next time. They’re a bunch of weirdos out there and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I won’t be mad if you wake me up, I do it for my sister all the time.”

You listen as closely as you can to the actual words that are coming from his mouth, urging yourself not to take it in the way you know you will, but for some reason you can’t shake the thought that barges into your head. And it’s like he can see it on your face when your chin lifts slightly, lips slowly pulling into an undeniable smirk and your eyes narrow at him, because rarely is Ao’nung ever helpful, let alone worried about you. Your expression is one he knows all too well, and he sighs as his head falls to the side, your smile only growing wider and he knows where this is going.

“Don’t-“

It’s too late, the thought’s already built a cozy home in your mind and you’re letting it stay there.

“You care about me!” You drawl, arms extending outwards as you make your way towards him.

“No, not really.” His response is immediate, a brow raising as you approach him. With one brisk once over his eyes cast on you, he knows it’s not a good idea and he holds a finger out in front of him, cheek turned towards you in warning. “Uh uh, do not-“

You wrap your arms around his torso despite his resistance and his body tenses when you give it a tight squeeze, attempting to swing the both of you back and forth. It doesn’t work, obviously, because he’s larger than you and basically unmovable.

“You’re sweet when you’re worried, Ao’nung.” You hum.

He keeps his hands hovered over your back, fingers not even close to ghosting over your body, like you have some terrifyingly contagious sickness that he’s deadly afraid of contracting. He’s desperately trying to think of anything but the heat of your chest pressed flush against his upper abdomen, your head tucked under his chin and a sharp, involuntary inhale through his nose is enough to tell him that he and his dignity would really appreciate it if you’d allow his brain to operate normally. So, he does what he does best: deflects the accusation with such vehemence as if he’s trying to outsmart a heat-seeking missile.

“Please let go. You reek of desperate partygoers and tequila. I hate tequila.” He grumbles, dramatically covering his nose with a hand. “I also think a shower wouldn’t hurt.” There’s a smirk playing on his lips that you can’t see and he knows he’s only teasing you, as it just so happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. You smell wonderful, like you always do, but he’d never tell you that.

You abruptly shove him away with a scoff and he can’t help but laugh at the look on your face, the way your jaw drops in astonishment and your eye twitches. You can’t even sputter out a response, all you can do is narrow your eyes at him before you spin on your heels to stalk off. It was a bad idea seeing as you’re already dizzy, but you quickly regain your balance and continue.

“You sure you can find your way there, sweetheart?”

“Oh, and wouldn’t you just love to help me. I can feel you looking at my ass!” You shout from down the hall, middle finger raised behind you.

Jaw falling slightly slack, his eyes instantly snap up from where he didn’t even realize they were resting. He pulls the inside of his cheek between his teeth, face growing hot as he curtly nods to himself.

“Yup, I’m going to bed.”

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Once Ao’nung heard the shower shut off after about twenty minutes, he deemed it safe to close his eyes and sleep; the fear of you passed out because you’d somehow slipped and hit your head on the tub long gone from his mind.

He’s laid on his side with an arm folded under his head, basically asleep when you carefully crack his door open, a big t-shirt and loose shorts on your body as you slip through the opening. You move at a snail’s pace and go to shut it, but the door creaks, and with an eye pinched to a close your face screws into a wince, shoulders tensing as you freeze in your tracks.

You reluctantly peek over at the lump in the dark that‘s his figure, but the sound didn’t wake him up, his eyes remain closed and you let out a small breath at that. Tiptoeing your way to the unoccupied side of the bed, you nearly trip over a sweatshirt on the floor but swiftly catch yourself with a crabbed huff, kicking it under the bed.

You peel his blankets back with just your pointer finger and your thumb, trying to cause as little commotion possible as you carefully sit down on the mattress. A silent prayer to somehow become weightless recites in your mind, head swishing over your shoulders when you glance at his back every now and then in hopes of catching any sign of him stirring.

You’re sure you’re in the clear, but just as you go to swing your legs over, your ear picks up on the sound of a grunt from behind you. Teeth catch your lip, eyes shutting as you steel yourself for confrontation and mouth a mute curse to the air. You should’ve known your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ao’nung is a relatively light sleeper, and contrary to what he’d told you earlier, you’re no stranger to the fact that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. But you’d assumed that because he stayed up to wait for you to come home, that he would be knocked out already and this would be easier to explain in the morning.

But he was up the moment he felt the bed dip, sleep immediately leaving him once he’d turned his head and saw you sitting on his mattress. Certain he’s hallucinating or this is a dream that feels a little too real, Ao’nung rapidly blinks the mist from his vision and you can feel the searing gaze boring into the back of your head, even more so when you continue to lay down as if what you’re doing is completely normal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is groggy, irritated in the way his tone nips at your ears.

“Uh… Going to bed.” You mumble, hesitantly pulling the sheets over your shoulder.

He’s propped on his elbow now, his loose, untamed hair dusting his shoulders as his face crinkles incredulously at the gall of your answer.

“Have you lost your mind? Or are you that drunk where you’ve forgotten where your own room is?”

You wish the mattress would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I threw up on my bed.” With your back still turned to him, your voice is small when you answer.

It’s silent for a few seconds, the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your face and with baited breath you roll your lips between your teeth as you anxiously wait on a response.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He mutters beneath his breath, quiet enough so you won’t hear.

His body falls back to the bed and your lungs fill with much needed air, his back facing you once again. His bed is much more comfortable than yours as you snuggle up against his pillow, and the sheets tug in his direction when he pulls them over his body, his way of silently telling you not to get used to it.

“If I feel so much as one cold toe touch my leg, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the floor.”

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@eitaababe ever since you made Ao’nung call us sweetheart in ‘somebody else’ it’s been canon to me

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