#okay so lets not start getting on our high fucking horses

[melandrops]

people who hate on modern art are the pick me girls of the art world

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

orphaned cannibal adoption AU- Charlie BURSTING in the hotel front doors, striking the iconic lion king pose, and proudly presenting the cannibal kid to the other hotel denizens

Charlie: "GUYS OH MY GOSH LOOK LOOK LOOK!" (waggles the kid happily) "A KID!!!!!!!!! Kid, say hi!"

Cannibal Kid: “Hi…”

Husk: "What the fuck is this? Child labor??"

Vaggie: "No."

Cannibal Kid: (dangling in Charlie’s grip) "I'm VERY high up right now."

Charlie: "Do you like it? The hotel? The high up-ness? The other people living here? We can change ANYTHING you like! You are my child now, and I'm melting like silly putty in your tiny, tiny hands!"

Angel Dust: "Thrillin', toots. Who carried."

Cannibal Kid: "Small hands are useful for getting things out of tight spaces."

Charlie: "I did!"

Vaggie: "Do I wanna know what kinds of things you usually get from what kinds of spaces?"

Angel Dust: "Huh. Would'a thought it'd be Vaginal Area over here."

Cannibal Kid: "Internal organs. From still warm bodies."

Vaggie: "Great."

Charlie: "I carried our new kid here ALLLLLLL the way from Cannibal Town! On my shoulders! Just like how my dad used to do with me!! Only I didn’t turn into a horse or a kangaroo or-"

Niffty: "Aww, that's a long way to walk!" (raises hand) "THEY CAN SNACK ON MY HAND IF THEY'RE HUNGRY!"

Vaggie: "Niffty, Rosie packed a lunch."

Niffty: "NOOOOOOOO...!!!"

Vaggie: "And it's adoption, Angel Dust you asshole. Also try keeping the swearing to a G rating okay."

Husk: "You fucking first."

Vaggie: "Fuck."

Cannibal Kid: "Don't worry. Auntie Rosie taught me to only put nice things in my mouth."

Charlie: "Ooooh like candy?!" (realizing cannibal) "Or, wait-"

Cannibal Kid: "Like eyeballs."

Husk: (SNORTS)

Angel Dust: "Ouchie~"

Vaggie: "What? What? Wanna share something with the room, dingbat!?"

Angel Dust: "I meannnnnn- 's not like you're exactly well equipped to feed your new kid, are ya Vagginator? That's kinda... EYE-ronic."

Husk: (snorts so hard his fur fluffs up)

Niffty: "I have an eye I HAVE AN EYE!!! It's BIG and ROUND and-"

Vaggie: "No."

Cannibal Kid: "Aw."

Niffty: "MOTHERFUCKING DAMNIT!!!!!"

Vaggie: "Oh for- Husk, just, break a bottle and let Niffty have the glass or something. This is too much sudden family bonding happening right now."

Husk: "Let me fucking empty one first." (starts chugging)

Vaggie: (SIGHS)

Charlie: "Right." (lowers kid to eye level) (her eye level, not vaggie’s) "Have you ever heard... of gummy worms?"

Cannibal Kid: "No. But I ate someone named Gary Wormwood once."

Charlie: "That's pretty close!"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, no it's not."

Charlie: "Vaggie, as the mothers, our kid's 'best so far' is always more than good enough for us, it's AMAZING."

Cannibal Kid: "He wasn't that great."

Angel Dust: "Leavin' totally mid Gary to rot somewhere back in creepy Cannibal Town, what's the name of your own sweet little murder baby?"

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh.... Charlie, are you gonna...?"

Charlie: "I mean you're the one who clicked with them, I thought you'd be doing the big introductions!"

Vaggie: "I'd love too, sweetie, but I don't actually... y'know."

Charlie: "What?"

Vaggie: “…um.”

Angel Dust: "...you don't know their fuckin' name, do ya?"

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "It, it never came up! I thought I'd find out when you said it!"

Charlie: "I THOUGHT I'D FIND OUT WHEN YOU SAID IT, TOO!!!"

Angel Dust: "Oh fuck me with a plastic dick- Neither of ya's gay morons know's the kid's name???"

Cannibal Kid: "It's Annie."

Charlie: "!! ANNIE IM SO SORRY MOM WILL NEVER NOT KNOW YOUR NAME EVER AGAIN-"

Annie: "Short for Annabelle."

Hotel Crew: “……”

Vaggie: "....like, Annabelle the… cannibal?"

Annie: "Tragically."

Charlie: "Oh but that's. A. Lovely name."

Annie: "My dead parents thought they were both really funny." (flat stare) "They weren't."

Angel Dust: “Sucks to be you, kid. Sorry ‘bout your old man and lady.”

Annie: “It’s okay. They didn’t own a hotel.”

Charlie: “Ahhaha! This is a horrible thing to say, but- I feel like your FIRST life changing experience with us will be learning the true meaning of family!”

Annie: “Since you’re the princess of hell, what does that make me?”

Vaggie: “A normal kid who’s mom is princess of hell.”

Annie: “Dang.”

Angel Dust: “Oh I’m gonna LOVE bein’ your uncle! You’ve got piz-zazz don’t ya~?”

Annie: “No.” (pulls Razzle out from under their coat) “His name’s Razzle.”

Angel Dust: “That ain’t exactly what I meant-”

Annie: “I know. I was just being funnier than you.”

Husk: “Ha! Now this is MY kinda kid!”

Angel Dust: “Yeah sure whatever, I’m still gonna be a waaay cooler uncle than you, so… uhhh… Vaggie-boner, why’s your girlfriend making that noise?”

Vaggie: “The ‘eeeeee’ing?”

Angel Dust: “Yeah.”

Vaggie: “It’s one of her happy sounds.”

Angel Dust: “What the fuck is she so happy about. Didn’t she get over the whole burst of motherly endorphins thing while signin’ adoption papers over in Eats-your-face-burg?”

Vaggie: “I mean, you did kinda just make it sound like you think of her as family.”

Angel Dust: “Of course you gays are family! What the fuck???”

Husk: “….you fucking idiot. Now you’ve made them both cry.”

Niffty: “I wish that was meeee…”

Annie: “I think they’re tears of joy." (dabs tear on finger and tries it) "Tastes like it, anyway. Too sweet.” (pulls face) "Blegh."

Niffty: “Emotional pain from the AGONIZING realization of everything that’d been CUT AWAY FROM YOU LIKE A KNIFE TO YOUR HEART at the same moment someone VIOLENTLY SHOVES a brand new PAINFULLY BEATING HEART into the EMPTY CAVITY that used to hold your BRUTALLY CRUSHED DREAMS… can be fun too…”

Angel Dust: “….”

Husk: “….”

Annie: “Aunt Niffty, you’re so cool.”

Niffty: “Really!? I’m also gonna let you play with KNIVES!!!”

Angel Dust: “-no, no you won’t. No. Both of ya’s listen carefully- the word of the day is ‘N’… ‘O’.”

Annie: “Knife starts with a ‘K’.”

Husk: “He wasn’t spelling knife.”

Annie: “He could've been if he’d started it with a ‘K’.”

Charlie: “YOU ALL ALREADY S-SOUND JUST LIKE A FAMILY WAAAAAGH!!!”

Annie: "So is this the true meaning of family?"

Vaggie: "It's....close enough."

Annie: “Okay. I like it here, tall mom. It’s soggy, because you’re crying on me, but it’s nice.”

Charlie: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- YOU CALLED ME M-MOM-”

Vaggie: “There-there, sweetie. Maybe try to not break our kid’s eardrums on the first day?”

Husk: “You’re still crying out of your one fucking eye-”

Vaggie: “Shut up.”

[beagotlost]

soundcheck

| sirius black x reader

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tags: rockstar sirius x fem reader, muggle/band au, rockstar! reader, characters about to leave school

warnings: smoking, drinking, drug references, smut/sexual content, oral (f receiving), (all characters are adults) not proofread (yet), sorry!!

word count: 4.1k

and I raced through soundcheck

just to meet you on your fag break

and you convinced me

to put life aside and want you

- soundcheck, catfish and the bottlemen

⭒ 1 ⭒

This year’s end of year party would be the one to top all the others. In part, because you were all leaving school soon and you could leave it to The Marauders to send themselves off with a bang that no one would be in a hurry to forget, and in part, because your band were headlining it. So naturally, the day before, tensions in band practice were running high.

“If he didn’t keep fucking it up we’d all be fine,” Sirius complains, turning around and pointing at Peter, who was frantically fiddling with switches and cables on the keyboard.

“Hey Sirius it’s not his fault the stupid thing isn’t working properly,” you jumped in to defend your friend, “we’re all under a lot of pressure, it doesn’t mean you have the right to act like a prick about it.”

“Thanks, y/n,” Peter mumbled. Sirius scowled at you, huffed and went back to fiddling with the mic stand.

“I mean Peter is playing fine, it’s just the volume won’t turn up, so we can probably call it a day here.” James got up from his seat and stuffed his drumsticks in his back pocket, “Hey Pete lets go see if we can borrow one from school, it might just be our cables.” The two left the room and you, Sirius and Remus started putting your guitars in cases and unplugging amps.

“Sirius, it’s all gonna work out fine, it’ll be fun.” Remus said in an attempt to expel the stress.

“This is literally the culmination our entire lives’ work up until this point.”

“Okay hold your horses, you’re playing a school party, not headlining Glastonbury, Black.” You said, slinging your guitar case on your back and picking another one up from a stand.

“Yet!” He responded in a moment of fleeting cheeriness, before returning to frowning.

“Let’s get this into the common room, Lily and Marlene should have got the stage set up already.

“We’re gonna be doing this all night.” Sirius huffed again, picking up some kit from the floor.

Two hours, and the recruitment of anyone you came across later, all of the kit was set up in the common room, ready for the next day.

“Shit, look at the time, we’re about to miss dinner,” You exclaimed, jumping off of the sofa you’d just flopped onto and rushing out of the room with your friends in tow, just making it to the great hall on time. During dinner, the various pats on the back that the marauders got which all came with something along the lines of ��looking forward to tomorrow” did nothing to help Sirius’ stress levels, and you could see, so after dinner, when he disappeared quickly, you knew just where he’d be.

Sirius’ dark hair whipped around as you hauled yourself off the steps and onto the floor of the astronomy tower. “Hello.”

You made your way over to where he was standing, arms leaning on the ledge. The warm summer night’s breeze was making strands of your hair dance around softly. You nabbed the joint Sirius was holding a took a drag, as his face contorted into a mock pout.

“I get that you’re stressed, Pads, we all are.” You gave him a pointed look. “Just some of us are better at hiding it than others.” He rolled his eyes at that.

“Gimme my joint back.” Was his only response. You smoked the rest of the spliff in silence, and made your way back down the steep steps and towards the common room. Upon entering, James and Lily were sat on the sofa, and Mary was on the floor, furiously scribbling out an essay. The two took in your two pairs of glassy eyes, and responded only with raised eyebrows, and you both made your way to bed.

The majority of Gryffindor house were involved in the decorating and setting up for the party throughout the next afternoon. Banners of red and gold were strung up, sparkling confetti was strewn across the tables, and countless alcoholic beverages were lined up on the large table. A record player and speaker system were also set up, for after the live music had ended, and bowls and trays of snacks stolen from the kitchens were placed on another table.

“Lily, what the fuck do I wear?” You exclaimed with a dramatic slam of your wardrobe door.

“I dunno, what have you got that says ‘sexy rockstar’?”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down.” You say.

“Alright, save some being cool for the rest of us.” Lily laughed.

“What do you mean? Cello is the coolest instrument out there!” Lily threw a pillow at you. “Yeah I deserved that. What are you wearing?”

Lily got up off her bed and did a twirl.

“Nice skirt,” you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh yeah I borrowed it off my super lovely friend who is super kind and lets her bestest friend borrow her clothes.”

“She sounds awesome.”

Lily was wearing your dark red leather mini skirt, with a pair of black leather knee high boots and a white baby tee. To be fair, the skirt probably suited her better, it complemented her red hair very well.

“Wear this” she picked a glittery black mini dress out of your wardrobe. “And your leather jacket and some boots. All black, super classy, super sexy, super rockstar.”

You rolled your eyes and put it on. Lily clapped. “Perfect. Now, liquid courage.” She handed you a vodka shot. “Right, now, we’re all set. Let’s get to this party!”

When you had got downstairs, the party was getting into full swing, and your ‘opener’ Marlene, was about to take to the stage. You found James by the snacks.

“How’s Sirius coping” you said by way of greeting.

“If by coping you mean chain-smoking on the common room balcony, then he’s doing just fine.” You chuckled at James and got yourself a drink. James had also gone mostly for the all black look, apart from a leather motorcycle style jacket with red on it, and his signature red converse. Just then, the room erupted in cheers as Marlene came onto the little makeshift stage on one end of the room. You whooped loudly for your friend, and jumped up and down at the front with Lily when she started playing.

When her set was over, you hugged Marlene and set out to find a drink and the rest of the marauders, ready to go.

“Right, guys, we can do this.” You said to them just before going onstage, “we look super hot, and we sound even hotter!”

“You think I’m hot” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and you swatted him.

The Marauders made their way onstage to the cheers of the now fairly sweaty, very packed, Gryffindor common room.

“Hi everyone, we’re The Marauders” Sirius announced into the microphone, to the deafening cheers of the students assembled in the common room.

The gig was everything you could have hoped for. The atmosphere was electric, everyone sang along to the covers, and danced to the originals. Some people other than your friends even knew the words as a result of seeing you perform various other times. There were moments when Sirius looked back at you, locking your eyes as he sang some particularly explicit lyrics, but the alcohol in your system was just enough that you managed to maintain the contact throughout.

When the set was over, you were buzzing, and absolutely ready to party, high fiving the band, punching Sirius on the shoulder and telling him it wasn’t that bad, as someone played a record and Lily dragged you onto the crowded dance floor.

Once the song was over, you made your way to the drinks table, where you found Sirius.

“Having fun?” You asked, pouring a drink.

“Yeah, we were great! You were perfect too.” he sipped his drink, and you blushed a little.

Sirius leaned in closer.

“Almost perfect,” You corrected, “I fucked up a bit on one of the solos.”

“Well, I didn’t notice.” Sirius drank half his drink.

“Thirsty?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Something like that.” He took another large sip.

“And, you didn’t notice because you don’t care about anyone nearly as much as you care about yourself, Black.” You poked him in the chest as he said this, and left him standing there to go find Marlene. Sirius released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

“Marls!” You found Marlene sitting on a sofa smoking a cigarette and jumped into her lap. “You having fun?” You swiped the cigarette out of her fingers, earning a mock outraged look from Marlene.

“I was, until someone came and stole my fag.” She crossed her arms.

You took a drag. “Oh that’s just awful.” You exhaled the smoke, “well I hope you find who did it and get your revenge.”

Marlene rolled her eyes and snatched the nearly burnt out cigarette from your fingers. “But until then, we are going to dance.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the sofa, nearly falling backwards into a Hufflepuff, having not realised up until this moment quite how intoxicated you were. Marlene stubbed out her cigarette in an ash tray and you dragged her into the tightly packed crowd of bodies that was the dance floor. Evenutally, the two of you found yourselves dancing with James and Sirius, and when someone changed the record over to ABBA, Sirius rolled his eyes and grumbled. You rolled your eyes back at him, yelled, “don’t be a party pooper, everyone loves ABBA, even you Sirius. DANCE.”

And so you grabbed ahold of his hands and moved his arms around with yours to Dancing Queen, ending with a twirl. You forced him then to take a bow. James wolf whistled.

Laughing, you made your way off the dance floor, James, Sirius and Marlene in tow, to find the drinks table, where you found Remus and Lily pouring shots.

“Aha! You read my mind!” You exclaimed and rushed over to Remus, taking the shot he had just poured and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Remus just rolled his eyes, Sirius was glad the room was hot and his and everyone else’s faces were flushed anyway. You did the shot, grimacing when you tasted the tequila.

“God that was awful. There’s no salt OR lime left. Let’s do another.”

“Karma.” Was Remus’ response. You tapped his hand and took a shot glass with the others, doing them at the same time. You held your glass up in victory.

“Who wants a firewhiskey and coke?” You asked, beginning to pour out the components into a plastic cup.

“Jesus Christ, give us a minute.” James said. Lily excitedly said yes please and Marlene put two fingers up to her open mouth, which you took as a no, so you got her a beer instead.

“Hey, I’m going hard, this is our last end of term party ever.”

“You’re right.” Sirius said, snatching the firewhiskey from your grip and pouring his own drink, “let’s make this a night to remember!”

“At the rate you lot are going, no one is going to be remembering anything.” Peter chimed in.

“Oh hey Pete, didn’t see you sneak up on us. Wanna catch up?” You snatched the firewhiskey back, which earned a stuck out tongue from Sirius, to which you respond as maturely as you knew how: by holding up two fingers and turning back to Peter. “Firewhiskey and coke?”

“Go one then.”

You poured the drink.

“Right, where’s the rest of the gang?” James asked, scanning the crowds of people for Mary and Dorcas, who Remus spotted and waved them over.

“What do you want us for?” Mary asked.

“Firstly, the pleasure of your company. Secondly, a toast to the best party ever, and thirdly, a picture.”

“Alright then.” Dorcas and Mary joined the group to form a semicircle around the drinks table.

Sirius piped up, “I would like to raise a toast, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the best party ever! May every Hogwarts party that follows it fail to live up to its excellence and may we all forget everything that happened tonight!”

“Beautiful.” You remarked.

“I do try.” Sirius winked at you. You just rolled your eyes.

“To the best party ever!” Sirius shouted.

“To the best party ever!” The rest of you repeated.

“And now you must all down your drinks.” Sirius stated.

“Woo!” You finished your drink.

Lily finished her drink too. “Do you hear that?” She said, holding her hand up to her ear.

“I can’t hear a fucking thing, Lily, the volume is really loud.” You replied.

“The dance floor is calling my name!”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes and giggled at her, following her lead onto the dance floor. You danced like your life depended on it, then you had another beer, then you danced again. The alcohol that was coursing through your body at this point was somehow magnetically attracted to Sirius’ body, and eventually you were moving against his, apparently subconsciously. At some point, he disappeared, and so some time after that, you waved goodbye to Lily who swiftly turned her attention towards James and started vigorously making out with him. You found Sirius on one of the Gryffindor red sofas, smoking. You stood over him, fluttering your eyelashes with your hands clasped in front of you and a small smile on your face. Sirius just rolled his eyes and pulled a cigarette packet out of his back pocket, handing it over.

“You just looked insane, you know.” He said as you slumped down on the sofa next to him.

You pulled a cigarette out and tossed the packet over to him. You were suddenly hyper aware of the fact your bare leg was pressed up against his. “Well, however I looked, I managed to get one of these, most importantly.’ You waggled the cigarette at him.

“C’mere.’

You put the cigarette between your lips and leaned over, inhaling Sirius’ cologne, along with a heavy overtone of smoke, as you observed his slender, ring clad fingers wrapped around the lighter as he lit your cigarette for you. You leant back onto the sofa, taking a few drags before speaking.

“How’re you feeling about leaving then?” You turned your head and your body to face him.

Sirius flicked the ash off his cigarette, “I dunno really, I haven’t let myself think about it too much, what with exams and everything, you know?”

“Yeah I know what you mean.” You said, taking a drag and turning your face away to avoid blowing smoke into Sirius’ face. “I’m gonna miss it. Like, I’m not gonna miss the whole school bit, but I’m gonna miss hanging out with you guys all the time, and partying, and all the pranks, and the fact that this isn’t the real world and we can make mistakes and we can be idiots and all that. I can’t help but think that there’s a very real possibility that the band won’t work out and we’re gonna have to give up on it.”

“Okay that got deeper than I thought it would,” Sirius laughed, “but tonight, we are not thinking about that. Because this is not the real world, and we, The Marauders, just played a fucking brilliant set, and are mid throwing a fucking awesome party.”

“Yeah you’re right, I’ve gotta snap out of it, when Sirius is the most optimistic in the room then I know I’m bad.” Sirius nudged your shoulder with his in response. You nudged his back harder.

“I am right though.” You said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

A couple more people at that point squeezed onto the sofa you and Sirius were sat on, meaning you were pressed ever closer to him, your right leg was pushed upwards t rest on top of his slightly. You felt yourself go red.

“This is cosy.” You couldn’t tell if it was sexual tension or awkwardness between you at that point.

“Once I’ve finished my next fag let’s get up.” Sirius lit up another. He offered it to you, and you took a drag, feeling his fingers brush against yours lightly when you gave it back. Eventually, he was using his own fingers to hold the cigarette between your lips. At this point, your leg had completely hooked over his, and you could have sword his fingers were inching up his left leg, getting closer to your thigh which was slung over it. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. Nope, not wishful thinking, his hand was snaking its way up your thigh to rest about three quarters of the way up. You desperately tried to act nonchalantly, but your eyes were glued to his hand. Eventually you tore them away and focussed on the scene of the party around you. Sirius offered you the last drag on the cigarette. You leaned closer than necessary to have it pressed to your lips.

“Wanna share?” Sirius asked. It took a millisecond for you to work out what it was he was asking. You brought your mouth to his and lightly pressed your lips to his, exhaling as he inhaled. You leaned back slightly, eyes fixed to his.

Sirius exhaled. “Hot.” Was all he said. You could see his eyes burning with desire. And then you decided to take matters into your own hands. You got up, taking his hand and walking quickly up the stairs out of the common room towards the dormitories. The moment you were out of sight you pushed Sirius against the wall, still on the stairs, taking in the surprised look on his face for a split second before pressing your lips to his with force, moving against his with hunger and desire which had been building up for god knows how long now.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling your bodies impossibly closer, as you ran your fingers through his long dark hair, pulling at it gently, causing Sirius to moan into your mouth. You smiled at his reaction, and in retaliation, Sirius swiftly pulled your bodies around so that he was pressing you up against the cold wall, wedging his leg in between yours. You groaned at the contact and kissed him harder, tongues dancing and' hands roaming each others bodies. Eventually his right hand settled under your ass, and yours crept beneath the hem of his shirt, trailing your fingers up his stomach and back down again towards his waistband, where you ran your finger along between the fabric of his jeans and his skin. Sirius inhaled a sharp breath and pulled away, eyes burning holes into your own as you withdrew your finger, maintaining eye contact. Wordlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs towards the boys' dorm.

Once inside the door, Sirius wasted no time pushing you back against the door, slamming it shut and slamming his body into yours, reconnecting your lips hungrily. He trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, before settling on his knees on the floor and planting kisses on your thighs, travelling upwards. Your breathing got sharper in anticipation until Sirius stopped without warning. You snapped your eyes to his.

"Do you want this?" Sirius asked,

"What do you think?" You said. Sirius just stared pointedly at you. "Yes of course I fucking want this, Black."

"Well you won't get it if you use that kind of language." He teased.

"Stop being a brat, Sirius, and fuck me."

"Since you asked so nicely." He smiled devilishly and resumed his trail of kisses up your inner thighs, hands planted just below your hips, slowly pushing the bottom of your dress upwards to reveal your underwear. He sucked and nibbled and licked marks into your upper thighs, making you squirm against the door.

Sirius' eyes darted up and locked with yours as he traced his fingers over the wet patch in your panties, "For me? You shouldn't have." You were positive that you were incapable of words at the moment so you just rolled your eyes at him. You decided that you could definitely get used to the sight of Sirius Black on his knees in front of you, burning the image into your mind.

Your breath hitched as Sirius pulled your panties down, abandoning all thoughts of teasing you, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and attacking your pussy like a starved animal. The feel of his lips around your clit had you throwing your head back and resisting the urge to shout out.

"Ffff- ah Sirius," You moaned, hands trying to grip the wooden door behind you as he began to fuck you with his tongue. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he pushed a finger inside of you, which had you releasing a groan.

"Fuck," you breathed again as he inserted a second. "Oh god, shit, yeah, like that." You praised, which seemed to have an affect on him as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you harder, continuing his assault on your clit.

You could feel the tension building up inside your stomach, "Oh, FUCK," you screamed out as you felt your orgasm taking over you, walls clenching around Sirius' fingers as he continued to push them in and out. Once your high has washed over you, Sirius withdrew his fingers and looked up at you, into your eyes, mouth shining, sucking one of his fingers. He rose to his feet and put the other into your mouth, maintaining the eye contact as you sucked his finger clean. Then, Sirius grabbed your chin and brought your mouths together, the kiss this time was slower and filthier, teeth and tongues. You could taste yourself.

Just then, you heard a faint voice outside the door saying, "My dorm will be empty, c'mon," but you couldn't quite work out who the voice belonged to.

But it was the response of, "Lead the way," which had you and Sirius tearing apart, because the voice unmistakably belonged to Lily Evans. You heard their hurried footsteps on the stone staircase getting louder.

"Shit shit shit," was Sirius' reaction, standing like a deer in headlights. You scanned the room, seeing an open window across from them, and had an idea.

"Sirius, fag, quick," you grabbed his arm and went to the window. "Oh and, you might wanna," you mimed wiping your face with your sleeve

"Don't you have your own?" Sirius grumbled, pulling the packet out of his back pocket anyway.

"Not the time, Sirius." You hissed, lighting the end. You sat on the windowsill, putting your feet up taking a drag and fixing your dress before you realised. "Shit. Fuck. Bollocks. FUCK." Your panties were on the floor next to the door. Sirius sat on the windowsill opposite and grinned when he looked down. You put your feet back on the floor and crossed your legs just as Lily and James, bodies entangled, burst through the door, James' arm reaching out to shut the door, not even breaking away from Lily's lips. You looked at Sirius in alarm. You had just assumed that they'd notice you before anything happened. It was when James had pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground by your feet that you coughed loudly. James and Lily broke apart as if they had been lipsing an electric fence.

"FUCK!" Yelled James, genuinely alarmed. Sirius just took a drag of the cigarette nonchalantly and flicked the ash out of the open window.

"What the fuck are you two doing there?" James half said half squealed.

"What does it look like?" Sirius replied. James just rolled his eyes. "Hey it's not my fault you were too busy shoving your tongue down Evans' throat to check if the room was empty."

"Prick." Was James' only comment. "Yeah, but why didn't you tell us you were here? What if Lily had taken her top off and not me?"

"James, I've probably seen Lily's tits more times than you have," you reasoned.

James opened his mouth, then closed it again. His expression changed to genuine curiosity and he turned his face to Lily, who was a little bit pink.

Her brow creased in thought, "Yeah, probably true. Hmm, maybe an equal amount of times actually."

"I feel like we've strayed away from the point." James stated.

"Okay, we'll let you two resume then." Sirius said, flicking the cigarette butt out of the window. You got up, thighs pressed together as tight as they could go.

You two made your way out of the room, but you couldn't miss the opportunity to irritate James further.

"Good luck!" You called.

"Don't forget to use protection, Jamsie!" Sirius chimed in.

"Wrap it before you tap it!"

"No glove, no love!"

"Dickheads!" James yelled as you shut the door.

You and Sirius giggled all the way back down the stairs to the party.

[incorrectvtuberquotes]

"The One Thing You Can't Replace" - Ex-Niji Version

AKA the closest I'll ever get to discourse-posting. But if you have quotes for Mint, Doki and the rest, by all means send them in!

Maid Mint: Another story I heard about myself... This one happened in Nijisanji. We had this boss, Mr. Tazumi, and I had a kouhai who went to our agency, Rosemi Lovelock. She was in Obsydia and I was in LazuLight, so she was a gen behind me.

Mint: So Mr. Tazumi was an asshole. And one weekend, he and his yacht decided to leave town, which you should never do if you're an asshole. And Rosemi decided to throw a party at the HQ - hooray! So everyone around Niji heard about it, and we all got up individually and said:

Quinn Benet: Okay. Let's go over there and destroy the place.

Mint: I walked into this party. Everyone I had ever met was there, and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world! We were drinking like it was the Civil War and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off. It was totally unsupervised. We were like dogs without horses - we were running wild.

Mint: I walked down... I walked down to the basement. They had a pool table in the basement.

[Cut to Michi Mochievee, jumping onto the pool table]

Mint: One kid took a running start and threw her body onto the pool table and broke it in half.

[Cut to Kuro, plotting mischief]

Mint: Another kid found out which office was Tazumi's and went upstairs and took a shit on his computer.

Mint: So the party was going great.

[Chat cheers]

Mint: I'm standing in the basement, and I'm holding a red cup - you've seen movies - and I'm standing there, and I'm starting to black out. And I guess someone said, like...

Sayu: Something, something, managers.

Mint: And in a brilliant moment of word association, I yelled:

Mint/Pomu: FUCK THE MANAGERS! FUCK THE MANAGERS!

Mint: And everyone else joined in! Three dozen drunk EN children yelling "Fuck. Da. Managers." with the confidence of guys who have, like, already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore - you know, that "I served my nickel! You come and take me!" confidence. But EN children.

Mint: The reason someone had said "something something managers" was because the managers were there. So an Anycolor manager walked down the stairs and got to the bottom in the basement, and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling "Fuck the managers!" in his face! And he was almost impressed! He was like, "Wooooowww..." And then he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went: "Get the paddywagon!"

Mint: And my friend Matara - who is now a mother, this woman has babies - she grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground and yelled:

Matara: SCATTER!!!

Mint: And everyone ran in a different direction. We all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Rat-tat-touille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways - we all ran in different directions.

Mint: I ran into the laundry room and I jumped up on a washing machine, and I crawled out through a window into the back alley, and now I'm running through the back alley and there was this big chain link fence. And I thought:

Mint/Pomu: I have never climbed a fence that high before!

Mint: And then I woke up at home.

[Chat laughs uproariously]

Mint: On Monday, I went to work, because that's what we did back then. And I'm walking into the collab, and who do I see but Rosemi Lovelock. And she says to me:

Rosemi: Hey, were you at my party on Saturday?

Mint: And I said no. You know, like a liar. And she said:

Rosemi: Things got really out of hand. Someone broke the pool table. Someone took a dump on Tazumi-san's computer. But the worst thing is, someone stole these old antique photos of Tazumi's grandmother. And our bosses are freaking out about it.

Mint: And I had that thought that only blackout drunks and Steve Urkel can have: "Did I do that?"

[She pauses as chat reacts]

Mint: I figured no, I wouldn't have done that. But I was never sure - until, a year later... Relax!

Mint: I'm playing video games with this kid named Dokibird, that we also went to Nijisanji with. A year later, we've graduated by now. We're playing video games for a couple hours. And then Doki says to me:

Doki: Hey, come here, I wanna show you something.

Mint: And she takes me into her bedroom, and then she takes me into a side room off of her bedroom - never a good thing to have.

Mint: And she shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from Nijisanji parties over the years. And I said: "Why? Why do you do this?"

Mint: And Doki said:

Doki: Because it's the one thing Tazumi can't replace.

[Chat erupts into laughter and cheers]

[kissorkill16]

Who's The Traitor?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: When you're so stressed from all of the shit you found out to try and save your friend, sometimes you just got to snap.

Trinity frustratedly pulled out black feathers from her hair.

"God, that was so intense!", said Enzo. "I ran so fast, I think I might be on a treadmill. I can still feel myself running!"

"Shut up, dork! I had to carry your sister on my damn back!", said Delroy.

Maritza rolled her eyes, "Oh please, it wasn't that bad! Just be glad I didn't keep hitting you on your ass like a damn horse."

As they fought, Finch and Nicky exchanged a look, then they shrugged. Meanwhile, Trinity was clutching at her window sill so hard, she could rip it off.

"How the hell did they know where we'd all be?"

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Trinity, what're you talking about?", asked Delroy. "Are you okay?"

Trinity turned to look at Delroy, her face blank now. "How did they know where we'd all be?", she repeated.

Delroy tapped his chin, "No idea.", he said. "Luck, I guess? Or maybe someone gave away our location."

"But how?", asked Finch. "No one else knows about this case except us."

As they thought, Trinity paced back and forth in her room. Then she came up with a disturbing realization...

One of them was a traitor.

"You're right, Finch.", she said, her voice terrifyingly high-pitched. "No one else knows about Crowface except us. That could only mean one thing. One of us is working for the Forest Protectors."

Everyone else was shocked.

Delroy stepped up, "Hold up. What makes you think we're working for him? How do we know you're not working for him?"

"Because I'm the one who started this whole damn investigation, Delroy! Why the hell would I, the leader, the one who suggested we investigate Crowface, betray my own damn team?! Huh?! Answer me that!"

As she ranted, she kept stepping towards Delroy, making the boy shrink back.

No one has ever seen Trinity this angry before. Everyone around the room looked pretty damn terrified, even Maritza.

"Trin, Delroy isn't the traitor.", Finch said, stepping in between her and Delroy. Trinity let out a dry laugh.

"You're right. He isn't.", she said. "But YOU are!"

She continued on with her ranting. "How could I forget about the person who's been a total bitch from the start?! Taking pictures and putting them all around the school to embarrass the victim? Yeah, you're not the traitor at all!"

"I'm not.", the girl scout begged Trinity, "I'm trying to be good. And let's not forget who broke my camera!"

Just then, Maritza stood up. "Trinity, calm the hell down! You need to freaking chillax before you have a fucking stroke!"

"SHUT UP, BITCH! GOD, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT WHO'S UNDER THAT FUCKING MASK IF THERE'S A TRAITOR IN MY GROUP?!", Trinity yelled. "OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU, GET OUT!!!"

Everyone quickly walked out of her room. All except Nicky.

Nicky stayed on her bed, then he reached into his backpack and pulled out a small container of white and gray pills.

"Trinity.", he said, putting one in his hand. "I want you to take this."

Trinity turned around and looked at the pill in her friend's hand. "What's that for?", she asked, sounding a little more calmer than before.

"My therapist prescribed them to me. Apparently, they make you fall asleep and turn all of your senses off completely. They've been working for me, so I thought maybe they'd work for you."

Trinity held her hand up. "I don't need those."

"Maybe not, but you do need to calm down.", said Nicky. "You've been pushing yourself too hard to unmask Crowface these past few weeks, you're yelling at your own friends and accusing them of being traitors. Please just take one Trinity. Just one, just to give you a well-deserved rest."

Trinity thought about it for a minute, then she took the pill in her hand.

"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow.", said Nicky before leaving the room.

Trinity stared at the pill in her hand, not really sure about it. But looking back at how she acted to her friends, maybe she had gone a tad overboard.

She sat down on her bed, put the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it. She felt all of her muscles relax, and she fell backwards onto her soft bed, falling asleep.

[ifollowmagicalrivers]

THE STORY OF US

she crossed her thoughtless heart spread her wings like a parachute

she’s the albatross she swept in at the rescue

she was there all along but our indie records were much cooler than hers

so she kept standing by and waiting at our backdoor All this time how could we not know?

'You belong with me, you belong with me Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me Have you ever thought, just maybe You belong with me?

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say yes’

we’re on the bleachers  born to be suburban legends

great minds think alike cooler in theory But not if you force it to be and the skeletons in our closets plotted hard to fuck this up when you are young they assume you know nothing

too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above too impaired by her youth to know what to do

‘'who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?'

THE LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY

they swept in at the rescue

- conversation with friend(s) - a long long time ago

‘to these mass coming out kids’ i was so used to being the narrator not including myself - looking from the outside in ‘saviour complex’ became a doctor telling other people that it would be okay because nobody had ever told me - it was my comfort structure there’s escape in escapism

the beginning of the end.

aaron dessner and justin vernon decided that they were going to break the cycle of sadness by letting a birdy sing songs for the tortured poets…

the most famous tortured poet

would make worlds collide function as a bridge

she took the night shift so that one day

there would be daylight

for all of us

the industry had plotted hard to make sure that our paths wouldn't cross. so they had to do something to make sure she would start floating in our orbits - change the system from within.

i'm the perfect example that their masterplan worked (if i'm not completely derailing and going off the grid) hi it's me sad smart queer emo 90’s kid (i know how to ball and i know aristotle) representation is key

we'll see

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit. A wire travels underground to a vacant lot. Where something I can't see interrupts the current. And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot. And from behind the screen, it can look so perfect.

But it's not.

I'm always running from something I push it back, but it keeps on coming And being clever never got me very far

happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time It's miserable and magical but jesus chris, I'm so blue all the time and that's just how I feel always have and I always will i always have and always will

comfort is a construct i don't believe in good luck

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator. And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut. Where I get lost in space that goes on forever. And you make all the rest just an after thought. And I believe it's you who could make it better. But it's not. No it's not

It’s time to sing a new song and chase the clouds away

——— keep the masses entertained and fed and make sure that the pop dolls are kept far away, away from where the culture is clever

this is not to tell a story about me or my life it shines a light on how fucked up society is

miley cyrus - wrecking ball - passed me by taylor - sorry girl - same

until...

they started to put narcotics

in pretty much everything

(spotify wrapped 2024 - taylor and miley 💯 both solid #1 en #2)

this is (one of) my essentials spotify lists it's funny cause it shows

how well the plan worked out (if this actually is a plan)

13 nov 2020 taylor swift enters the chat and life would never be the same again :)

no i'm staying 'cause baby WE are the New Romantics the best people in life are free

------- narcotics narcotics narcotics watch this be the real thing 👇

and i stand by it 'stupidity' you play stupid games you win stupid prizes 'Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice, karma is a queen Karma takes all my friends to the summit

thanks karlie for never not being funny 😂 and for just being you i think this vlog is my favourite especially the part about trees

thanks taylor for being a lifeline 🔂 and the boss for being my lighthouse

birds of a feather we should stick together new anthem we've come a long way from 'hospital beds" to end up here 🙃

bye bye sphere

I thought this hell of a bumpy rollercoaster ride had me going from this 🎢

to this 🎡

now i see that it's actually bringing me back to this ☀️

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Treat - “Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck” for Gabe and Alonso, please?

"Okay." Gabe finally took his hands away from his face, at least a semblance of a plan finally formed in his mind. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do- fuck!"

He couldn't control himself anymore when he saw Alonso kick a hole in the floor of their carriage-prison.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Saving us, duh!"

Alonso didn't even look at him, but continued to kick down the planks until he could get his whole foot out. Then he sent Gabe a triumphant - terrifying, in their current situation - smile and with all his strength kicked the back wheels axle.

The pole snapped, the cart skidded to one side and Gabe crashed into Alonso, knocking them both against the wall. And if he hadn't already accidentally hit him in the head, he'd definitely do it on purpose.

Alonso seemed to understand that, seeing Gabe's furious gaze and really wished his face wasn't currently smushed into his own. He did also start to question if maybe his idea wasn't so good after all.

As if in an answer to the unspoken threat, the cart jumped one more time when the wheel completely fell off and dropped on one side to the ground.

The door swung open.

Gabe and Alonso looked at it in disbelief.

Two thugs on horseback looked at them back, in similar disbelief.

"Fuck it," Gabe whispered breathlessly and jumped out of the carriage, dragging Alonso behind him.

They hit the ground and ran, Alonso stumbling and complaining, but following nonetheless.

"What are you two idiots staring at, get'em!"

Alonso turned in time to see the two thugs shake off the shock and rush their horses. His terrified scream however was cut short by another yank from Gabe, dragging him into the forest by the side of the road.

"What are you- It's- Getting lost in the jungle isn't much better than getting kidnapped, Gabe!" he shouted when he finally spat the leaves out of his mouth.

"It's better than getting trampled!"

"They wouldn't do that! We're valuable prisoners! Or at least I am." They had to slow down to push through the thicket which unfortunately gave Alonso the time to catch his breath.

The voices behind them got louder. Their pursuers must've gotten off their horses and followed them.

"Gah, they're catching up on us! Can't you go any faster?" Alonso picked up the pace and was basically breathing down Gabe's neck now. For a moment Gabe considered just letting him get recaptured.

"They wouldn't be so close, if you didn't give out our position with your babbling."

"What does it matterrr," Alonso groaned, since Gabe couldn't see him roll his eyes. "I see a path to the left, we're gonna go much faster in that direction."

They could split up. It was tempting.

"Nope." He turned around and grabbed Alonso by his collar, pulling him again behind him. Elena would probably kill him if he let him get killed.

"Will you stop doing this-!" The prince slapped his hand off. "Why does it matter?! We're walking aimlessly anyway!"

"We're not." Gabe let the next branch hit Alonso in the face. "And we're almost..."

His voice trailed off as they stumbled into a clearing. After a few meters of high grass the ground ended abruptly in a low cliff and fell into a wide river.

"This has been your genius plan?" Alonso huffed and slowly clapped his hands. "Good job general, now we don't have anywhere to run."

"We do." Gabe walked to the cliff. Alonso followed him before his hand once again could reach for his collar. "I hope you can swim?"

Alonso glanced at the river. It wasn't a raging mountain torrent, luckily, but the thought of entering an unknown body of water with no preparation (and without his swimsuit!) still filled him with dread. A chill ran down his spine. He hid it under a scoff.

"Why would I need to? The only time I go on water is in my yacht, of course I don't swim."

That's when the thugs entered the clearing.

Gabe turned to Alonso and it was finally his turn to smile triumphantly - and it filled Alonso with terror.

"Then it's time you learned!"

He tackled Alonso into the river.

If Alonso drowns now, that's on him

Thank you for the request! Can you believe this duo has actually been on my mind lately?

Happy halloween!

[randomgurl2326]

Welcome To Th- Oh Shit… Part 2

A/N: Welcome back to part 2 of my Sanji fic. I don’t know how you guys liked that one(after I was finished writing it I didn’t really know how to feel about it). But thank you for all the support, love you!💚💜

TW: angst, severe angst

Y/N POV

You know that feeling like you have to cry but you have to keep it in? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I feel right now watching my ex-husband help my captain from the water.

No matter where I go, I can’t seem to get away from him, like a puppy who always finds his way back home. These last two days, I’ve been trying to avoid him all I could, but at every fucking turn he’s there.

Currently, I am chest-to-chest with Sanji (really, head-to-chest but I digress). That stupid fucking smirk on his facing always telling me he’s going to say something stupid, or hot, it’s hard to tell.

“I see you fruitless efforts have failed yet again. Ready to talk now,” Sanj asks with a certain twinge in his voice. Honestly, how dare he. He knows what happened, and he knows it wasn’t my fault…

Flashback 2 YEARS AGO

“Sanji, I have had enough of this shit! You know how I feel about this! About what you do,” after todays shift I was pissed with my alluring chef, so fucking careless.

Sanji throws his head back, without a clue of why his wife is upset with him, “And I’ve told you million times: I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right, right. Play the dumb card, see where that gets you. You know how I feel when you flirt with those thoughtless women,” my anger seething through, sure enough Zeff could hear us.

I start pacing around our shared room no thoughts but anger running through my mind. I knew Sanji was a flirt, but I never thought he would ever take it this far.

“Oh yeah? And what about you and dimwit at 5, huh? Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

That motherfucker, he knows I don’t do this willingly and he’s over there on a high-fucking-horse thinking he’s got me.I stop and look dead in his honey eyes, “Don’t. You know, you know,” tears starting to burn in my eyes as I point my finger at him, “No. No…” I take a deep breath and yell, “OUT! Now! Get out! FUCK!”

As I move, I bump into Sanji and move past him. I don’t see his heart broken, confused face. I just see my anger and I start packing everything in my bags. My eyes still burning, leaving, thinking I’ll never come back or see him again.

Flashback Over PRESENT DAY

I look up to him and think back to that day, not realizing he didn’t know, me being selfish, not even thinking about him or letting him explain. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up to him, my voice small.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” it’s never ending, I just keep on saying ‘sorry’ like my life depended on it.

As I keep going, he pulls me into his chest and strokes my hair, shushing me to calm me down. “Do-Don’t say sorry, mom cherie,” his silver voice soothing me as I hiccup through the tears.

I can’t look up at him, I can’t face him. My once epic love, ruined from one night, me being stupid and selfish.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about that night. I’m sorry that you didn’t know. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you-hiccup-I’m sorry, my tears temporarily subsiding, me looking up at him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re here, I’m here,” his voice a remedy to my deafening sobs. His hand caress my face, him wiping away my tears. “It’s okay, I love you. I love you,” his voice breaks, and I look up to reveal him crying, just like that night.

I don’t hold it in anymore—I can’t hold it in anymore—I take the leap. I kiss him. That once epic love all coming back, to the both of us. As our lips part, I whisper, as if a well-kept secret, “I love you.”

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A/N: I know, I know, so much angst! Anyway, part 3?

Taglist: @mirophobic @thesadvampire @navaeh-jasso (wouldn’t let me tag you) @uther-pendragon-is-an-ass @knave-hearts (wouldn’t let me tag you) @under-kitty @zzbloody-animezz @hearts4zoro @captaincupio @katheryn1 @what-the-stories-have-foretold @armaria @art3misa635

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

13. library meetings.

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Aeri ‘Giselle’ Uchinaga, better known as Spring Hill’s backstabbing drug addict, What could she possibly want with you? You’re almost positive she didn’t know about your existence in high school, so what could she want to talk about three years later?

Study room 3B, How’d she even reserve a study room if she doesn’t go here?

Before you even get to open the door, it shoots open, and you’re greeted by the empress herself.

“Hey girly! How’s it hanging?” She spoke so casually to you, almost as if you had been friends for years. With all the rumors circulating about Giselle, you expected a cold aura to surround her, but she seemed pretty warm and happy. Still, you had to keep your guard up; she does have a backstabbing reputation.

“Hi.” 

“You don’t sound too happy to see me?”

“Oh, no, I’ve just had a long day. Sorry.” Thinking back on all the harsh texts you woke up to made your head ache, or maybe you’re still hung over. The thought of having to sit and talk with Karina was enough to make you want to vomit, so you intended to stretch this meeting out for as long as you could.

“I could only imagine. Well,  then let's get straight to business! You and I have something in common.

“So you mentioned before... but I don’t understand.”

Oh, silly, don’t you see? We’re both Ning’s public enemy number 1 at the moment!” How could she say that so enthusiastically? I guess she’s been fighting this battle for 4 years, but still, how is there any positive to this?

“You mean the school’s gossip site? Yeah, I didn’t do anything, though! I swear!”

“That’s what we all say. Let me guess, Ning shut you down and threatened you.”

“How’d you know?”

“I have experience in the ways of Ning Yi Zhuo. Don’t worry, I won’t let her hurt you. We just have to work together, okay?”

“But why do you want to help me? I mean, we’ve never spoken.”

“I don’t want to see another hot girl get hurt; that seriously burns!” You didn’t understand her metaphors, but you appreciated them. The real decision is: Should you trust her? After everything you’ve heard about her?

"Look, Y/N, I get it. You have no reason to trust me. But you do know Ningning; if you’re going up against her, you’ll need backup.” She’s right; there’s no way you could face off with Ningning alone. You definitely didn’t want to get your friends involved, so this is the best way.

“Okay, let’s do it. Let’s take down this bitch.”

“Woah, hold your horses now. I said we'd go against her, not take her down.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Listen, I know she might seem like the spawn of Satan, but she’s really not. Ningning wasn’t always so uptight. It wasn’t until our fallout that she became the Ice Princess. Not until Yeonjun cheated.”

“With you.” Fuck, you just said that out loud? This is the perfect start of friendship—calling your fellow teammate a cheater.

“Those are the rumors, aren’t they? You know, I never understood why everyone believed them so quickly. There wasn't even proof.”

She was right. You never had any evidence of this. You just heard the rumors. Why did everyone believe them?

“It hurt the most when my own best friend believed the rumors. But I understand why Ningning did; they came from someone equally close to her. There is no way her best friend would lie to her about something like this.”

No way. She’s not talking about...

“Why would she think Wonyoung would lie about that?”

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masterlist ~ next

(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon

[bathomet-writes]

Could- 👉👈 could I perhaps ask for a rise Mikey x reader short, where like: it starts with a flashback of the boys as kids, going outside for the first time and while exploring, Mikey spots this little girl on the playground and just thinks she's the prettiest creature he's ever seen, so he goes to give her a flower, completely forgetting he's a mutant and like, readers scared at first but then sees the flower and is suddenly flattered

And then flashback ends: Mikey is now left hopelessly in love with reader, who the boys have now been friends with for a long time and reader is like well dam aware of mikeys crush, but decides to act like she doesn't know to see how long it'll take Mikey, but after a failed attempt of impressing reader by almost getting hurt, reader is just like 'fuck it' and makes the first move

If u don't wanna do it then just pretend u don't see this, and if ur interested, feel free to make any changes you'd like. Also pls do not feel rushed and have a good day.

candy hearts and paper flowers

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, minor hurt/comfort, kissing, sfw

word count: 5,289

author's note: omg..my first request!! this was so fun, i've never written for mikey before. i hope you like it!!

Mikey peeks his head out, lifting the manhole cover up a couple of inches to get a look around. The sliver of light that flooded out from the outside was mesmerizing. He blinks, adjusting to the brightness. 

“Woah…!” He lifts the lid even higher. 

“What do you see?” Donnie whispers. “Is it a horse? I read that there are horses out there sometimes.”

“You read that there are horses in New York? Please,” Leo sighs. 

Raph climbed up the ladder behind the other three, urging them to keep moving. “Quit holdin’ up the line!”

Leo and Donnie crash into one another, knocking their noggins awkwardly. “OW!”

Heaving the manhole cover to the side, Mikey jumps through the air. He tucks his body in to do a quick backflip, crying out a high-pitched “Hoo-wah!”

Mikey stood in hushed amazement, taking in the view of the street they popped out of. He’d only seen places like this on T.V. or in comic books, or while sneaking secret looks through sewer drains. But to stand on the pavement, feeling the dirt and grit beneath his toes, it was something else. He simply couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. 

“This is amazing! Hello dumpster! Hello alley cat! Hello mysterious rainbow-colored puddle!” He hopped and skipped with glee, greeting every object his eyes fell on. 

Eventually, Donnie, Leo, and Raph made their way out of the sewer to join him. They too were taken with the mundane sights around them, amazed at the fact that they were finally above ground. Donnie had already pulled out a crumpled up notepad to scratch down notes. Little observations of the people and buildings he saw. Leo was equally enraptured, following Donnie around as he pointed out various things on the ground. 

“Woah, a used cigarette. Cool!”

“Don’t eat it,” Raph warns. 

The red-clad turtle was trying his best to stay vigilant of his brothers, making sure none of them wandered too far off or ingested something they shouldn’t. He couldn't help but be star-struck as well, however. The ambient sounds of cars passing by and humans talking amongst themselves filled his ears. Raph claps his hands together, getting the others’ attention. 

“Okay, boys. Splinter said we could come up and explore for exactly thirty minutes. Not thirty-one minutes, thirty minutes.” Raph gathered up everyone in a tight huddle, laying down the ground rules. “If any of you mess this up for us–”

“All we have to do is keep a low profile and not die, right?” Leo scoffs.

Mikey nods enthusiastically, siding with Leo. “Easy as pie!”

“I concur. Let us all go our separate ways and reconvene here in a half-hour. Commence the synchronizing of watches.” Donnie readjusts his glasses on the ridge of his nose before hitting a button on his wrist. 

That was all Mikey needed to hear before bounding away, giggling to himself. “Cowabunga!”

Raph was soon left standing by himself as the others followed suit, going off in separate directions. Sputtering, he calls out to them. “W-Wait up! Don’t leave me alone!”

Quickly, he chooses to run after Leo across the street. 

Mikey made a beeline through a nearby alleyway to explore its contents. The smell was strangely worse up here than it was down in the sewers. The pungent scent of garbage made his nose scrunch up in disgust. 

“Nasty. Humans just leave their trash lying out like this?”

Once he gets one last look at the graffiti markings on the brick wall, he flattens himself to the corner of the building to check out the perimeter. There were a couple people walking around, talking on phones and looking somewhat distracted. Taking a chance, Mikey steps out onto the sidewalk, suddenly very nervous. 

The locals didn’t seem too interested in a pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle, not so much as sparing him a passing glance. Mikey twiddles his fingers together, almost waiting for someone to scream out in horror. 

“Huh…” he blinks. “I guess New Yorkers really have seen everything.”

He scans around for a moment, casually people-watching. There were so many humans, and they all looked so different! 

Suddenly, his eyes catch a glimpse of a playground just a couple of yards away. His eyes go wide, sparkling. 

“Omigosh!” Without thinking, he sprints over.

The playground was sizable, seemingly a part of a larger park in the neighborhood. Mikey marveled at the monkey bars, jungle gym, and various slides. He does one more double-take, making sure there was no one else around, before launching himself into the air. 

“Aw, yeah! All mine, baby.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Mikey sampled all the playground had to offer. This kind of place was the perfect outlet for all his manic energy. He swung off of every monkey bar, climbed through all the plastic tunnels, and dug through the sandbox for any potential treasures that were hidden away. 

As he buried himself within a sand castle he constructed, Mikey patted himself into a cocoon. “There, perfect.”

“What are you doing?” A tiny voice calls out.

“Hm?”

Mikey turned his head toward the swingset to his left. Somehow, he failed to notice a human girl sitting right beside him. She sat clutching the chains of the swing, letting her foot move herself slightly back and forth. 

“I said, what are you doing? You’re gonna get sand everywhere.”

Mikey laid there, looking up to the sky in deep thought. Only his head was visible, while the rest of his body was buried in the sand. That must be the reason why she wasn’t terrified by the sight of his unusual green skin. 

“I like being buried.” He chirps. 

The girl continued to stare, pushing herself lazily on the swing. “Whatever.”

Mikey turns back and gives her a pleasant smile. He was thankful for the company, even if it was a slightly annoyed human. As he opened his eyes to fully look at her, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. And it wasn’t just from being trapped in a sand prison. 

Mikey didn’t know how to describe it. He could look at a painting and call it beautiful, or look at the moon up above and say it was enchanting. But the person sitting next to him, looking at him with slight indignation, left him gobsmacked.

She tried to look away and continue to enjoy her swing in peace, but she felt Mikey’s eyes bore into her. 

“Do you want me to leave or something?” She sighs.

“What’s your name?”

She turns back to him, a small frown gracing her charming features. The way her scowl curled to the side was adorable. Every minute detail of her face was drawing Mikey in. 

“What’s your name?”

Suddenly, Mikey sits up and lets the sand fall from his person. “Michael. Angelo. Michaelangelo!”

Her annoyed expression falls away as she takes notice of his shell. The green skin, the bald head, suddenly it clicked. 

“You’re a…?”

Mikey scrambles up, putting his hands out in a placating gesture. “I-I know, it’s weird! Is it the mask? It’s the mask, isn’t it?”

He reaches up to untie it and pull it off of his head. Holding it out before him, Mikey waves it around in her face. “See!”

Scoffing, she bats his hand away. “I mean you’re a turtle!”

Mikey secures his mask back on before giving her another winning smile. He shoots his hand out for a shake. 

“Yup! And you are…?”

“I’m leaving.” She slaps his hand away again, rejecting his friendly gesture. 

Mikey watches as she moves to sit up, heart-broken. His lips tremble slightly as he rubs at his hand. Maybe he was being too presumptuous, but he didn’t really expect to get such a cold welcome his first day up on the surface. 

His eyes search around, desperate to find a reason to make her stay. “Wait! I can push you on the swing? If you want…?”

She stops, looking back at Mikey. After a couple seconds of contemplation, she sits back down.

“I guess that’s fine.”

Instantly, Mikey’s mood does a 180. “Yes!”

Stepping behind her, Mikey places his hands on the chains. He begins to step backward and lift the girl into the air. She gulps, her hands gripping tighter.

“This is kinda high.”

“That’s the best part! Here. We. Go!”

Then, Mikey reels back and lets the swing go. He doesn’t take into account the fact his strength was a little more intense than most, accidentally sending the girl flying.

Screaming, she does a full rotation. Mikey stares on in horror as she does another spin. And another. Eventually, she becomes tied to the top rung of the swing set, bound tightly by the chains. 

“That, uh…might be a little too high?” He chuckles.

“GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” She wails, wiggling against her restraints. “How did you even do that?!”

Mikey quickly jumps up into the air and lands on the bar. He gives her an apologetic look, feeling like he was in real trouble. 

“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry! Let me just—“

She blinks at him, watching as he untangles her from the swing. “You’re…really strong!”

She grins in spite of herself. Her limbs finally go slack and she’s pulled up into Mikey’s grasp. He holds her for a second before gently setting her back on the ground. 

“I’m really sorry again. I kinda can’t control my own strength yet.”

Mikey hangs his head as he lands on the wood chip surface of the playground. 

She kicks her feet, feeling a little awkward for making such a fuss about it. He looked so genuine, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“It’s fine…That was actually kind of fun.”

Mikey looks up, hopeful. “It was?”

She nods, holding out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Mikey beams, his eyes shining like stars. He wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that was making him so upbeat. Well, more upbeat than he usually was. He launches forward and brings her into a tight hug, shaking her back and forth. 

“Y/N! You’re my first new human friend! The first of many!”

She groans, trying to escape his enthusiastic hold. “Okay, that’s enough!” 

Chucking, he releases her. “Right. Sorry, too much.”

Mikey rubs the back of his head, smiling goofily at her. She flits her eyes down to his mouth, noticing his missing tooth. Without thinking, she covers her mouth. 

“Your teeth.”

Mikey, feeling suddenly very bashful, closes his mouth. “Yeah, I know. My dad says the tooth gap will go away eventually, but…”

The girl blinks, moving her hand away. She didn’t mean to make him embarrassed at all. To Mikey’s shock, she breaks out in quiet laughter. 

“H-Hey!” He shouts, waving his hands around. “That’s not very nice!”

She laughs even harder, moving her hands away from her mouth. Then, Mikey sees it. She was missing her top right canine. 

Blushing, she points up to her teeth. “You’re just like me! I lost this tooth last week. That’s so funny!”

Mikey’s eyes go wide, watching her continue to heartily laugh. Slowly, his lips curl into a smile. He chuckles along with her, his voice steadily growing in volume. 

As the two of them wind down, Mikey’s smile falls away. He never really interacted with a real human before, was this how he was supposed to feel? His stomach was full of butterflies, hands opening and closing out of sheer restlessness. 

“Can I give you something?”

Walking back to lean against the swing, she nods. “Depends.”

Mikey sweats, realizing he didn’t really have anything to give her. He pats his chest, searching for a gift. “I— I’m gonna give you…”

Looking down, a couple of dandelions sprouting out of the corner of the sandbox catches his eye. Mikey quickly picks them from the ground and presents them to her. He accidentally tore them out by the roots, stringy grass and dirt dangling from the flowers. 

“Flowers! You’re supposed to give cute girls flowers!”

“You…think I’m cute?”

Before he can respond, Mikey notices a large clock face against the side of a neighboring building. It had already been a half-hour! Panicking, he shoves them into her hands before running away.

“GOODBYE!” He screeches.

Mikey peels out, sprinting back toward the direction of the manhole cover he emerged from. He stumbles and trips on the wood chips, accidentally getting some in his mouth. 

“Blecch—!”

He scrambles up to continue his ungrateful exit, leaving the girl behind. She sits dumbfounded, staring at the bouquet of dandelions. A small blush colors her cheeks. 

—

You smile to yourself, remembering the day you and Mikey first met. 

You look over to him as the two of you stroll through the same park. A good number of years later, things were relatively unchanged. The playground had a couple of updates, some new equipment. Tonight’s destination, however, was the botanical gardens. Mikey insisted that you accompany him tonight, eager to show you the exhibits.

“And, why couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow again?” You ask.

“Because,” he skips ahead, giving you his signature gap-toothed smile. “There’s no one around at night!”

You fold your hands behind your back, winking at him. “So we’re breaking in.”

“No. We’re sneaking in.” He corrects.

Chuckling, you playfully shove him aside. “You just want an excuse to hang out with me alone, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, confidently walking forward. You hear Mikey sputter and cough, having seemingly been found out. He tries his best to cover up his bashfulness with a cool facade. 

“W-What’s so wrong with some good-natured plant watching between friends? You need a little more culture in your life, and who better to provide it than me.”

Mikey places his thumb and forefinger on his chin, his eyes glinting under the dull moonlight. 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you scoff. 

You didn’t consider yourself a particularly perceptive person. Especially when it came to matters of deciphering people’s intentions. But, Michael was unfortunately kind of an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve, the poor guy. 

Even a fool could see that he was head over heels for you. You’re not too sure if Mikey had always had a crush on you, but lately he had made quite an effort to shower you with attention. His texts were more frequent, sending you random online quizzes and songs that you just had to see. Mikey was always pretty touchy-feely with his family and friends, giving out plenty of hugs. He was a very physically intimate turtle, sometimes to your detriment. 

“We’re here!”

His voice rips you from your thoughts and you glance up. 

Before you stood a grand building, composed almost entirely of glass windows. The yard surrounding the gardens were almost a little more impressive, countless hedges and water features decorating the area. 

Mikey slides up next to you, waggling his eyebrows. “Right?”

“Okay, this is pretty cool.” You smirk.

“I know. Allow me to razz my tazz…”

You watch as he backflips into the air and sticks to the exterior of the glass building. How did he do that, you wonder? Mikey feels around the glass panel, looking for the loose edge to wiggle himself into. He finally finds it, knocking his elbow against the window. 

Suddenly, he slides in, letting out a surprised squawk. “WOAH—!”

You cringe hearing him fall through a number of limbs, leaves shaking and vines ripping from the impact. The jungle of foliage inside was dense, so you can’t really see where Mikey lands. You run up to the service door, waiting for him to give you some sort of signal.

“Oh, Michael? Are you dead?” You cup your hands together, calling out to him in a sing-song voice. 

Pressing your face against the door, you strain your ears to listen closely. Silence. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“I’m gonna call Raph.” You slowly reach for your pocket.

Mikey slams his head against the other side of the door, his pleading face squished against the glass. “NO, DON’T!”

“AAAH—! Don’t jumpscare me like that!” You shriek. 

Mikey quickly throws open the door before pulling you in by your shirt collar. Stumbling in, you nearly fall over. You huff indignantly while he lifts you back up on your feet. For such a little guy, he sure was strong. 

“Falling for me already, eh?” He jokes. 

You flick his nose. “In your dreams.”

He awkwardly snickers at you, feeling a little shy about his casual flirtation. Mikey didn’t know if he was coming off as cute or just creepy, unable to gauge your reaction. You were always a little more cool and collected than him, your quick wit and charm rivaling even Leo’s. It was humbling, even a little attractive. He follows you from behind like a love-sick puppy, desperate to impress you. 

The two of you eventually walk into the center of the botanical garden and stand in awe of the plant life. Part of you wishes that Donnie was here to inform you both on each and every plant name, he was full of fun facts like that. But, you were happy just to have Mikey here to yourself. It was a good opportunity to test out a theory you had brewing in the back of your brain. 

“So, what first?” You smile, turning to Mikey. “Lead the way.”

He gives you an even bigger smile, eager to have you on the hook. “Oh! There’s that one stink plant!”

He directs you to the right, walking ahead of you before stopping dead in his tracks. You peek your head over his shoulder, looking around curiously.

“What?”

“I, uh— I forgot we kinda made it into a mutant with a security guard.” He chuckles.

You stare at his face, looking all at once bashful and spacey. Smirking, you edge your head closer to his. You were usually pretty touch-averse, but maybe you could try being more physically intimate with him. Just to see what would happen.

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know you have a very sensitive nose,” you whisper. 

Mikey covertly gulps, caught off guard by your sudden closeness and your low voice in his ear. “Let’s go look at the babbling brook! I think I can hear it…babbling!”

Spinning around, he grabs your hand and drags you along behind him. 

You bite at your lower lip, entertained by his flustered behavior. You hated to admit it, but teasing Mikey was just too much fun. You hold his hand tighter.

“Aww, it’s like a tiny waterfall!” You gush, walking up to stand beside Mikey. “I wonder if there are any fish in here?”

Mikey shakily lets go of you, placing his hands on his hips. “There actually are. Lemme show you!”

You furrow your brows, watching Mikey step into the tiny river. The water led to a larger pond, lilly pads and other aquatic plants scattered about the surface.

“That’s probably a bad idea,” you warn. You follow him along the bank, careful not to step on any of the flowers.

“Relax. I’m a turtle, water is my natural habitat.”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t Ornate box turtles drown really easily?”

He tosses his head at you, continuing to march forward. “That’s a myth.”

You fold your arms over your chest, meeting his cocky gaze with your unimpressed scowl. 

“Let’s see…I think I saw a fish somewhere around here.” Mikey leans down, moving aside a lily pad to investigate. “Ah-hah! Told ya.”

He shoots back up, holding out an orange-spotted koi fish. It thrashed wildly in his grasp, flapping its tail against his hand. 

Sighing, you walk closer to the edge of the pond. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“I’m putting it right back, okay? Chill—“

Suddenly, a whole army of koi fish swarm around Mikey’s feet in the water. They apparently did not take too kindly to his rude intrusion. You wordlessly watch on as Mikey got practically attacked by a dozen or so fish, their tails repeatedly slapping against his body.

“Woah, hey! Stop that! I’m not your enemy! AAA—!” Mikey tries to run out, lifting his legs high and shaking off a fish that had clamped its jaw onto his foot. 

Your hands grip onto your arms in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. But, as soon as you see Mikey fall into the water, you break. Cackling, you grab at your sides as Mikey pitifully splashed around in the pond. 

“This is amazing!” You tease. “I’m sending this in the group chat.”

“Help me! I lied, I’m drowning!” Mikey screams, waving his limbs about. 

You hold your phone out and start recording a video, chuckling. “The water’s barely a foot deep.”

The last koi fish gives Mikey a harsh slap across the face, leaving him behind to lie in the water. He looked utterly shocked and defeated. 

Once you’ve gotten all the evidence you need, you stow your phone away and kick off your shoes and socks. You were cruel, but you weren’t that cruel. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” You roll up the cuffs of your pants and gingerly step into the pond, holding out your hand to Mikey.

Blinking up at you, he scowls. “I could have died back there.”

You purse your lips, resolving to just reach down and pull Mikey up by the edge of his plastron. “Serves you right for disrespecting the pond.”

As you lifted him out of the water, his body was stiff as a board. His face was still screwed into an exaggerated frown. You can’t help but chuckle again at him, wiping off some pond scum that had gotten stuck to his shell. 

“What?” He pouts.

“You’re so cute when you look like that.” You pull Mikey out of the pond, peeking back at his offended expression.

“That’s totally not demeaning.”

Once you both get back onto the path, you give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, okay? You just have a naturally cute face.”

Your hands drift up to land on Mikey’s face, gently squishing his cheeks. His eyes were still angry, but you could tell from his blush and his wavering frown that you were really testing his resolve. You knew he wasn’t really mad, just embarrassed. It only made him even more cute. 

Mikey stared at you, using almost all of his willpower not to melt into your touch. You had never been so brazen, so comfortable with casually touching him like this. The cheeky way you were looking at him only made him more flustered. Clearing his throat, he dips out of your hold. 

“The succulents are over here.”

Huffing, he marches away. You can only smirk to yourself as you follow behind. Maybe you were teasing him a little too much. You didn’t really care, though. With a pep in your step, you catch up to meet him at the desert flora section. 

You saw a collection of cacti, some towering over your heads, others small and rotund. Mikey shakes off his growing nerves to present them to you. 

“Behold, the pokey plants. As you can see, they are covered in pokey bits.”

Nodding, you sit your chin upon your fist. “Ah, yes. Very pokey indeed.”

The two of you nod to one another in mock-seriousness. You watch as Mikey begins to smile again, and you feel a little relieved. While you quite enjoyed seeing him playfully mad, you can’t deny that you miss seeing him happy. 

Mikey quirks his head to the side, an idea knocking around in his head. “I wonder…”

You cock your head as well. “Wonder what?”

“Dare me to touch it?” He lifts a hand up toward a particularly sharp-looking cactus. 

You shift your eyes from the plant and back to him, cautiously interested. “I won’t stop you.”

“I’m gonna do it,” he warns. 

“Fine. See what happens.” You toss your hand over your shoulder, walking away. This was bound to end well. 

Before you know it, you hear a loud crunching sound behind you. You twist around to find Mikey crumpled over the cactus’s broken trunk, absolutely covered in thorns. His eyes were as wide as saucers, almost in disbelief of his own actions. 

“Michael!” You gasp. “I swear to god.”

Shuddering, he crawls out of the exhibit, moving through the pebbles that laid about. “Pain…I’m in pain.”

You turn your back to him, exasperated with his antics. “I’m not helping you.”

“Don’t need it. I’m perfectly capable of helping myself.” He stands, legs wobbling. He tries to grab at a large spine poking out of his forearm. 

“Ow.” One thorn. 

“Ow.” Another. 

You grumble, listening to Mikey remove the spines one by one. This was just sad. You slowly turn around, watching as he stands there plucking at his arm. Sighing, you decide to be a little more merciful. 

“You’re lucky you have that shell.” 

You find a nearby bench and plant yourself on it. You pat your hand to the seat next to you, beckoning him to sit down. “Come here.”

Mikey quickly pads over to sit in front of you, swinging his legs around the bench. You follow suit and do a once-over. Thankfully, his legs were mostly unharmed, but his upper body and face were covered in barbs. 

“What did we learn?” You sigh, carefully removing all of the larger spines. 

Mikey tries holding back each cry of pain as you pluck them out, his eyes squeezing shut. “I wasn’t trying to throw myself into a cactus, you know. I just tripped.”

“That’s why are you covered in pokey bits?”

“I– Ouch!” He seethes, recoiling away from you. “I was trying to be cool, okay. Aren’t you impressed?”

Chuckling dryly, you move on to the smaller, more difficult barbs. You knew he was just trying to show off, even if it was kind of pathetic. Internally, you frown. No, he wasn’t pathetic. You somehow felt bad for even thinking that. It wasn’t like he was putting on airs, or being fake. He was actually pretty genuine. 

“Not impressed. Just slightly concerned.”

Mikey sniffs, feeling a little disheartened with your reply. “Sorry.”

You flit your eyes up for a moment. “Why do you think you have to impress me? I already think you’re cool.”

He turns his head away slightly. “I don’t know? I just want to.”

Mikey was usually pretty good about verbalizing his emotional desires. But for some reason, he felt so confused. 

After you pick out the last barb from his cheek, you toss them all away into the bushes. “There, all done.”

You were about to stand back up before you felt Mikey grab at your upper arm. You freeze, looking down at him. 

“I just– Sometimes I feel like I need to show off. Show you that I’m cool and strong, I guess? I’m not super buff like Raph, or smooth like Leo. And I’m definitely not smart like Donnie.”

You move to sit back down, staring at him. You don’t know how to react to his sudden confession, simply opting to remain silent. 

Mikey lifts his head to look you in the eye, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to make you feel safe.”

You frown. “You think I don’t feel safe?”

Shaking his head, Mikey bails on his own admission. “No, I don’t know. Nevermind.”

In an instant, you get an idea. You rummage around in your bag to pull out your old, worn sketchbook that you carried around everywhere. You leaf through the pages to land in the middle. “You recognize this?”

Mikey blinks away a tear that threatened to accumulate in his eye before looking over. “Your sketchbook?”

“No, this.” You reach in and pull out a couple of pressed flowers. They were shriveled and brown with age, but they were very clearly dandelions. 

Mikey’s sad frown melts away as he leans forward. “Those are…”

“The flowers you gave me. When I first met you, I was actually kind of freaked out. I just remember thinking, ‘Why was this weird turtle harassing me?’” You allow yourself to smile, recalling the memory. 

You hear Mikey chuckle quietly, his eyes softening. 

“But, you were obviously just a huge dork. Sweet, but still a dork. I took those weeds you gave me and put them in here.”

You carefully place them back into your sketchbook, closing it. “I carried them with me all the time, so I wouldn’t feel so alone, y’know? If I ever felt scared, I would just clutch onto this and pretend you were there.”

Mikey sat up straighter, letting your soft words wrap him up into a warm blanket. He felt so safe, so secure in your presence. 

“Thankfully, I didn’t have to do it too often. Because you were always there, somehow.”

Finally, you put your sketchbook back into your bag and look up. You give Mikey a lopsided smile, watching him look at you with quiet amazement. Reaching up, you place your hand upon his flushed cheek, bathing in his warmth. 

Mikey was speechless. Words couldn’t begin to describe what he was feeling right now. He unintentionally allows his head to nuzzle up against your hand, practically sighing. 

“You okay?”

“My skin kind of hurts.” His voice was oddly low, laced with a shy sweetness. 

Leaning forward, you debate with yourself whether or not you want to tease him even more. He looked so vulnerable right now, you wouldn’t dare ruin a rare moment like this. Humming, you indulge yourself and decide to place a soft kiss upon his cheek. You didn’t want to scare him off. 

Mikey’s skin tingles with excitement, electric sparks surging through his body. “Hahh…”

“Am I hurting you,” you whisper. You weren’t sure if he was hissing out in pleasure or in pain. 

He immediately responds. “No, you feel really nice.”

Angling your head lower, you slot your lips gently against his. The kiss is chaste and short, but you feel your heartbeat thrum in your ears. The low light of the night sky illuminated the two of you, making Mikey’s skin practically glow. Moving an inch or two away, you admire his features. 

Mikey sighs, his eyes fluttering open. You meet his soft gaze with your own. After a charged couple of seconds, the two of you break out into laughter. His head falls onto the bend of your shoulder, his breath heavy. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” He exhales shakily. 

“Pull out nearly a hundred cactus spines from your body? Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” You chuckle. 

In a bold move, Mikey smiles against your neck before placing a kiss on your hot skin. You shudder, feeling his teeth brush up against your pulse. 

“Woah-hoh-hoh! Ouch!” You tear yourself away, flapping your hands at his face. “Your teeth are sharper than I thought.”

Mikey gives you a cheeky smile, his tooth-gap on full display. “Sorry, I’m kinda pokey.”

He feels his heart swell in his chest, his limbs going limp and gooey. He wondered if he could even stand up. Seemingly reading his mind, you reach over and hook your arms underneath him. In an impressive move, you heave Mikey up and carry him bridal-style. 

“H-Hey! What are you doing?” He cries out, blushing furiously.

“Carrying you back. Because I can,” you smirk. 

Out of sheer embarrassment, Mikey covers his face. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I!”

And with that, you make your way back to the exit, giggling with Mikey as you bask in your newfound closeness. You hope that he felt safe with you, safe enough to let you into his heart just a little bit more. 

[batfam-rewrites]

Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes (Remastered)

Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes

Hey, quick heads up, this is a slightly reworked version of the third post I made for this series. My continuity on this series got really messed up for a bit and I have so many drafts that I still have yet to publish so I'm going through all of my old stuff to fix the chronology of the stories and also put a bit more pressure on me to finish this series. Please keep in mind that my writing skills kinda improve throughout the series, but this one has been the most reworked so far, and there is a good chance this will be reworked again in the future.

Dick: Good morning adopted dad!

Bruce: *grunts*

Tim: Bruce is so stressed out. Yesterday I watched him stare at a page load for 1 second and he screamed his head off. He almost destroyed the computer.

Jason: I literally saw him counting grey hairs the other day. Whatever it is it must be Tim’s fault.

Tim: Don’t you blame this on me....

Dick: *speaks over Tim* Okay so anyway, here’s the challenge, *speaks a bit lower* first person to make Bruce smile gets to drive the Batmobile on their next patrol.

Cassandra: Awesome, how do we decide who.......

Jason: *walks over to Bruce*

Cassandra: Never mind.

Jason: Hey Bruuuuuce.

Bruce: *glares at Jason while slurping coffee*

Jason: Want some breakfast? *turns on stove* How about some eggs!

Bruce: What do you want?

Jason: Nothing! Just to see my *pauses a bit* old man smile.

Bruce: I will shank you.

Jason: Loving this new color on you? You should be pissed off all the time.

Bruce: Go away.

Jason: Okay......d.....d...da...

Alfred: Don’t burst a blood vessel Jason.

Jason: No, I can do this. Da......d.a....dad *sighs and puts his hand on the stove* AHHH, FUCKER!

Bruce: Jason, are you okay!

Jason: GET AWAY FROM ME, I CAN DO THIS BY MYSELF BRUCE! *quickly runs to the bathroom to run cold water over his hand*

Duke: Well that was entertaining!

Cassandra: *lays head on Bruce’s shoulder and hugs him*

Bruce: *hugs Cassandra back but no smile*

Damian: Father, I brought you a gift. *pulls out a picture of the entire batfamily together*

Bruce: *Bruce smiles* Thanks Damian, that’s really thoughtful of you.

Damian: *turns towards everyone and points* YES SUCK IT LOSERS!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Okay, so we have reached a low point of criminal activity for Gotham City which is a good thing.

Cassandra: A bit funny how it took a pandemic to make Gotham a bit peaceful.

Dick: Exactly my point. Now, with that said, we will still be doing patrols starting at 11. Tim, this is your week on sanitation duty. Throughout the day we will train a bit harder than normal. There will be scheduled times and you will each have partners. Try to train no less than two and a half hours a day. Training should include sparing, cardio, strength, and tumbling. Try to spar with someone new every week.

Dick: Also Jason, you remember when you said you wish you could fall like me.

Jason: I was being sarcastic.

Dick: I will finally be teaching you how to do pommel horse 1 hour a week like you asked.

Jason: I will kill you.

Duke: Being honest, I’d like to try high bar and floor. I feel it will be very beneficial for me in the long run.

Dick: Awesome! You got it. Now everyone has until tomorrow to pick their partner, I know my partner will be Jason. 

Jason: Fuck you.

Dick: Also, last thing before I make the training schedules and routines, I need to address something. There are quite a lot of people in Gotham City still refusing to wear mask. During the day lets try to hand out mask with our own designs on them to everyone who we come across during the day. I already ordered them and they should be here by Saturday, so that is something we will be doing starting next week. 

*alarm sounds off in the batcave*

Alfred: It would seem there is a fire at Wayne Tower on the thirty-second floor.

Dick: Alright, Duke, Jason, and I will go to check it out. Everyone else do what you would normally do.

Tim and Bruce

Tim: Hey Bruce, I brought you some coffee!

Bruce: How many cups have you had?

Tim: Three large cups.

Bruce: After......

Tim: *mumbles* The five cups I had with breakfast.

Bruce: There we go.

Tim: Okay so what are we doing?

Bruce: Someone found a weakness in Wayne Tech's firewall and is trying to hack into my server. If they do so they will have knowledge of the companies upcoming projects, along with the identities of our persona’s.

Tim: How long do we have?

Bruce: 27 minutes. Try to locate the hacker.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal

Time- 19:37

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *all pull up on their motorcycles at Wayne Tower*

Fire Marshal: *approaches the three vigilantes* Hey Nightbird....*looks at Red Hood and The Signal* and gang, look, this wasn't a big fire, it was contained very quickly so there's nothing really to worry about.

The Signal: So we’re good to go, awesome!

Fire Marshal: There's not much you can really do, so yeah.

Nightwing: Thank you fire marshal but if you don't mind, we'd like to stick around for the investigation.

Fire Marshal: No, that's not necessary! We have it all covered!

Red Hood: I take it that you haven't been in Gotham for long. It wasn't an offer, it was a statement.

Fire Marshal: *sighs* Very well.

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *walk into the building and make there way up to the stairs up to the thirty-second floor*

Tim: Nightwing, are you still at Wayne Tower?

Nightwing: Yeah, what’s up?

Tim: We’re dealing with a hacker trying to get into the server at Wayne Inc. We think the hacker is inside the building....

Nightwing: Say no more! We’re on it!

Tim: Find him fast, we have t-16 minutes and 55 seconds to find him!

Fire Fighter: *runs by to a fire truck* Lets go, lets go!

The Signal: What's going on?

Fire Fighter: There’s been another fire across town. Lets move out!

Nightwing: Shit *mumbles under his breath* Okay, Signal, investigate the fire upstairs. Red Hood, search the building, there is a hacker somewhere and we need to find him before he hacks us! I'll go to the next fire!

The Signal: Got it.

Red Hood: Understood. 

Nightwing: *bolts out into the stairway towards the ground level* Red Robin, I'm on my way to another fire, Red Hood is in charge of looking for the hacker and Signal is investigating the fire.

Tim: No time! I'll send The Signal to search for the hacker, too! Investigate the fire later!

Nightwing: Got it!

Tim: Signal, Red Hood! Start looking for the hacker!

Red Hood: Already doing so!

The Signal: But Nightwing said...

Tim: Shut up and do it!

The Signal: Got it!

Alfred and Julia

Alfred: What are we watching

Julia: Well, I thought that with both of us being former spies, I thought we could watch an American film franchise called Mission Impossible.

Alfred: And tear it apart by it’s inaccuracies!

Julia: Yes!

Alfred: Sounds wonderful!

Tim and Bruce

Time- 13:17

Harper: I came as fast as I could.

Bruce: Good, set up your computer.

Harper: Why isn’t Alfred helping?

Bruce: Shut up and get to work.

Harper: Okay then!

Signal

Time- 12:14

The Signal: Fuck! *runs through and between all of the Wayne Enterprise employees* Sorry, excuse me! Coming through! *keeps searching for someone hunched over their computer* Out of the way! Coming through! I'm so sorry! *makes his way back to the stairs and climbs up to the fortieth floor, opens the door and finds the floor empty, but still hears the sound of a guy typing away* Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by!

The Signal: *turns the corner and gets into a stance*

Hacker 1: *looks over* Ah!

Hacker 2: *jumps up behind The Signal and kicks him in the back*

The Signal: Uck! Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 12:14

Red Hood: *walks on to the twentieth floor and lifts his pistols in the air and fires two rounds* Everybody, go down to the next floor now!

Everyone: *rushes off to the stairs*

Red Hood: *observing everyone that leaves the floor*

The Signal: Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by! *continues to observe the crowd and notices a face* Hey you!

Noah: *looks around and points to himself*

Red Hood: *points* Yeah, you!

Noah: *walks over nervously* Please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble!

Red Hood: Relax, I'm not going to hurt anyone here. We're just looking for a guy. What's your name?

Noah: My name is Noah.

Red Hood: Sup Noah....

The Signal: Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Gotta go! *pushes through the crowd and runs up the stairs, then enters the door for the fortieth floor*

Hackers 1 and 2: *holding The Signal by his arms and legs*

Red Hood: *raises his pistols and fires a few shots at the hackers, but misses and takes a few heavy breaths* That was a warning shot! Next time I won't miss, drop my partner!

Hackers 1 and 2: *drop The Signal and charge at Red Hood*

Red Hood: *dives out of the way and turns around and shoots the hackers with rubber rounds* You guys probably should have spent less time coding and more time in physical education in high school! *taps his helmet* Red Hood to Bat-cave, we got the hackers!

Tim: Good, now look for a R.A.T.!

The Signal: Ew! Gross!

Tim: Not an actual rat, a Remote Access Tool!

Red Hood: What's it look like?

Tim: You're looking for a window on the computer or maybe a USB connected plugged into it!

Red Hood: *checks one of the computer screens*

The Signal: *checks the other computer screen*

Red Hood: Nothing out of the ordinary!

The Signal: Same here!

Tim: Keep looking, it has to be somewhere!

Red Hood: *keeps looking* Tell Batman he's going to need to buy some new shit for this floor! *starts picking up computers and smashes them to the floor*

The Signal: Red Hood! What are you doing?

Red Hood: Narrowing down our options!

Nightwing

Time- 9:23

Nightwing: *pulls up with the fire trucks at the apartment complex in flames, hooks up a small oxygen tank to his waist and connects the hose to his mask, then sees a resident waving from the terrace on the third floor, he then rushes over and climbs up each terrace and fires a grappling hook from his escrima stick onto the top of the building* Step over the railing, I got you! *he gestures for the resident to step over*

Resident: *steps over the railing and into Nightwing's arms*

Nightwing: *holds on to his escrima stick which slowly lowers them down he then lets go of the resident*

Resident: *runs to a safe place with the other residents*

Nightwing: *turns the valve and runs inside the building, checking for any other residents stuck inside*

Firefighters: *start spraying the apartment*

Kid: Help!!!

Nightwing: *runs up the stairs to where the yelling is coming from and finds a parent lying on the floor unconscious*

Kid: *crying* Help, my.... my...

Nightwing: *kneels down and places a hand on the kids shoulder* Hey, you're dad's going to be okay, but right now we have to get out of here. Okay?

Kid: *nods their head*

Nightwing: *lifts up the kids dad over his shoulder and carries the kid as he begins to rush down the stairs only to see the stairs going to the first floor are engulfed in flames, then drops the kid and the dad gently against a wall as he grabbed the fire extinguisher and clears a path for them to go down, then lifts the kid and dad back up and runs down the stairs and out of the door*

Paramedic: *runs over with a stretcher*

Nightwing: *helps lay the dad on the stretcher then runs back in, shooting a grappling hook at the roof and reels himself up the stairway, climbing three floors before the ceiling gives way and Nightwing falls*

Batgirl: *reaches out for Nightwing's arm* Ah!

Nightwing and Batgirl

Time- 5:54

Nightwing: Aren't you a sight for foggy eyes! *reaches up with his other arm up to the railing and crawls over the railing* Are you okay?

Batgirl: *starts to lift a few of the residents* Ow! Come on! We have to get these people to the paramedics!

Nightwing: Go to the fire escape!

Batgirl: Not safe, the metal is starting to bend!

Nightwing: *pushes against the railing he just climbed over* This one is holding! Go check the top floor, if no one is there head down!

Batgirl: *goes up to check the top floor*

Nightwing: *attaches a grappling line to the railing and carries the two other residents reels them all down then races out of the building to meet the paramedics*

Batgirl: *finds one more resident and taps their shoulder* Are you okay?

Resident: *starts to wake* Uhhhh.

Batgirl: Can I help you?

Resident: *goes limp*

Batgirl: *carries the unconscious resident out of the room and reels them both down the building, then racing out of the building to meet with the paramedics*

Bruce, Tim, and Harper

Time- 4:37

Harper: Ha! Gotcha sucker!

Bruce: Did you stop them?

Harper: No, but I got their IP Address! Computer is being accessed on the twentieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 4:07

Tim: THE HACKER IS ON THE TWENTIETH FLOOR!!!

Jason: Son of a bitch!

The Signal: On our way there!

Red Hood and The Signal: *running down the stairs*

The Signal: About what happened.... (being manhandled like a jump rope)

Red Hood: We have bigger problems right now!

The Signal: Right, right!

Jason: *slows down for a second, then races down fast* Shit, I KNOW WHO THAT MAN WAS!

The Signal: *tries to catch up* Red Hood! 

Red Hood: *bursts through the door for the twentieth floor and unleashes a primal roar*

Noah: *still sitting down* You're smarter than I remember Red Hood! Don't bother grabbing your guns. I'll be gone before you even fire.

Red Hood: *taps the side of his helmet to send video of the situation to The Signal* The hackers on the fortieth floor, they were...

Noah: Yes, just a distraction! Really impressed by your physicality by the way, but I sure bet you are exhausted right now.

Red Hood: I can still take you out!

Noah: No you can't. Hans!

Hans: *grabs Red Hood*

The Signal: *turns invisible and sneaks past Hans and Red Hood, then approaches Noah and bashes the laptop with his escrima sticks*

Noah: Nooooo!!!

The Signal: *kicks Noah and whacks him a few times with his escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *knocks his head against Hans' head*

Hans: *lets go of Red Hood and stumbles back*

Red Hood: *turns then kicks Hans' chest, then reaches forward and tases Hans*

The Signal: *becomes visible and ties up Noah*

Red Hood: *ties up Hans* Have I ever mentioned how impressive your meta-human abilities are?

The Signal: You can mention it more, I can use the ego boost!

Red Hood: We captured The Calculator and his goons, how is it on your end Red Robin?

Tim: All clear over hear! Nice work guys!

Alfred, Julia, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Selina

Alfred: Why would he choose the safe house. If this were reality Ethan would have already been arrested.

Stephanie: Alfred, we love you to death, but your ruining an amazing movie.

Julia: The movie ruined itself by it’s inaccuracies. Plus this is our bonding time, you guys weren’t even invited!

Selina: Yeah, but you guys took the only copy and once we saw you watching it, we just really wanted to watch it, too.

Harper: Oh, cool! Mind if I join?

Alfred: *sighs* The more the merrier.

Nightwing and Batgirl

Nightwing: Gotcha Jay, thanks for the info! Alright, our guy lives in apartment 22 on 1807 Zics Street. Let’s head there now and see if we can find him.

Batgirl: Want to get something to eat after?

Nightwing: If we race there we can eat sooner!

Batgirl: Lets go!

Nightwing and Batgirl: *jump on their motorcycles and drive to the apartment where they found the arsonist, then tied him to a lamppost and Batgirl informed the GCPD the location of the arsonist*

Nightwing: So, how has your dad been doing?

Batgirl: Not too bad. He’s been a bit under pressure but he’s doing fine. How is it being a dad at the mansion?

Nightwing: Ohhh god. I had the thought once and decided to leave that duty to Alfred. 

Batgirl: *Barbara laughs*

Nightwing: I help him a bit. It’s been so difficult acting like a grown up. I had to seriously step in when Alfred called Jason “Master Todd”

Batgirl: Please explain further?

Nightwing: Well, because Jason is, well, Jason, he lost his shit because he’s “not a snooty ass rich motherfucker, Alfred!”

Batgirl: Damn, I could so see that.

Nightwing: Yeah, and it doesn’t help that Bruce totally lost the ability to interact with other people. The other day Damian was acting up and Bruce picked him up and shouted “WHERE’S THE OFF BUTTON!”

Batgirl: *laughs harder*

Nightwing: *laughs* I wish you could have been there, it was funnier in person.

Batgirl: *leans her head on Dick’s shoulder* 

Nightwing: I love you Babs.

Batgirl: I love you too, Dick.

Dick

Dick: *got into the batcave and began creating workouts for everyone, then went to the bathroom and took a shower in the batcave, got out, and went upstairs and entered the media room*

Dick: Aw, isn’t this sweet!

Julia: Get the fuck out Dick!

Dick: Damn, okay.

Dick: *walks into the kitchen to see everyone in there*

Tim: Someone took long getting back to the mansion.

Stephanie: What happened.

Dick: I met up with Babs.

Everyone: WHAT!!!!

Damian: No fair. If I knew I could have been with Jon this entire time I would have!

Selina: You’re not able to Damian, and you knew you weren’t suppose to interact with anyone outside of the mansion.

Dick: Chill. Everything is fine. We’re more likely to get sick on patrol then by hanging out with each other.

Selina: In which if we do get sick on patrol and run into each other we then get them sick!

Dick: It's fine! What’s up with Alfred and Julia?

Selina: No....

Jason: They got tired of everyone ruining their family bonding time so they kicked us out.

Dick: That makes sense.

Helena: *rings the doorbell*

Dick: I got it. *walks over to the door and opens it* Helloooo...............

Helena: Hey Dick, you look great!

Dick: *slams the door shut and covers the door*

Jason: *walks up to the door and shoves Dick to the side and opens the door* Hey, Helena! It's so awesome to see you! What are you doing here?

Helena: I’m here to stay and help. Where should I put my bags?

Jason: You could put them in any of the open guest bedrooms up on the third floor! You remember where that is, right?

Helena: Yep!

Dick: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. *starts to sit down*

[writeious-hand]

Holding Out for a Hero: Part 2

Okay, so it seems people want more of this... I have ideas, but to be clear I am VERY BAD at updating and keeping up with a project. But I'll do my best. I have a job that is very demanding during the weekdays, so if there are updates they will be on the weekends.

No Beta, we die like men.

Xenk x Cleric!OC - angst, and mentions of a break-up/ghosting?

Alariel had almost forgotten what he looked like.

To any other, it would seem like he was unaffected by the passage of time. But she could see the barest touch of lines on his face, the slightest fade to the color of his hair. The age showed most in his eyes. He looked... tired.

Not like she should care.

Not like she didn't still care.

But she felt like all the progress she had made since he left went back down the drain as soon as their eyes met. Instead of being the mature eleth she had become, she was back to being the lovesick young girl who didn't know better. Who believed in the happily ever after once the knight and the princess go riding off into the sunset.

She allowed herself a moment. Just one before the walls she had been working on for so long came back up.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was as cold as steel.

"I have sworn to aid these people in getting rid of the threat of the Wizards of Thay. I didn't realize..." Xenk had started strong, but quickly lost his stoic confidence in seeing the moment of heartbreak lingering in her eyes. They continued staring, no words passing between them and the entire group felt tense.

Edgin started to speak but was almost immediately interrupted.

"Then I apologize, but I must be leaving. I am sure if you have him, you would not need help from a lowly knowledge cleric like myself." Alariel refused to speak his name again. It would be accepting that he was here, that he had returned to her and any memories she had of him were already working to the surface of her thoughts.

"But we need your help!" Edgin moved around to block her path away from them. "We need to kill these guys for good, and according to Xenk-" She practically flinched when Edgin said his name, "you are the only one that can do that type of magic."

"You need my help?" She responded to Edgin but was talking to Xenk.

"That's what he said." Hogla got elbowed by Kira.

"I just learned that there is some bad blood between you, but whatever this gentleman did I am sure was entirely a miscommunication. -"

"Oh yes, I'm sure breaking off our engagement and ending our courtship was just a miscommunication." Edgin took a step back from where he had almost reached out to grab her arm, realizing he had fucked up. "That leaving me behind with just a letter and his ring was just an honest mistake and telling me his love wasn't enough to make him stay was just an accident."

Even Doric hissed in pain at that one. Her words struck the paladin like crossbow bolts.

"No. While I understand the dangers the red wizards possess and wish you luck in your endeavors to put them to rest for good, I cannot... I will not put myself through the pain. I'm sorry, but I think it is high time I leave Loudwater. My mission here ended weeks ago. I will send a letter to my home temple in Cormyr, and ask them to grant you safety there, but I will promise nothing more."

Edgin let Alariel walk away after that.

She gathered her supplies and packed up her many journals and quills, the travel desk folding up along with her many quills and pens. Alariel was moving like she had been enchanted, it wasn't until she was shoving the fur blankets from her bedroll into her bag of holding that she realized she was even crying.

He had been distant the week before he left, at the same time closer than he normally allowed himself. Brushing the hair from her face, lingering hands after helping her onto her horse. But then she woke to a cold fire pit, and an empty chamber. Not that they had even shared a bed, the paladin took his vows much too seriously for that. But the other bed in the room didn't even look slept in.

She had found his ring on the dresser, and the letter tucked into her journal, in his pages.

Alariel,

By the time you are reading this, I will be far from you. That is assuming you sleep in to your normal hours. If you awake earlier, I ask you not to come after me.

It brings me no joy to write this letter, but I have realized something vital. This relationship is harmful to both of us and while I have enjoyed your company, I know my fate. So I leave you this ring, in hopes you will find someone who deserves it more than I do.

While I do not renounce my love for you, I do not wish to prolong your pain any further. It would be cruel of me. This was inevitable.

You have your mission and I have mine. We are pulled in opposite directions and it is my sincere wish that our paths will never cross again.

Xenk Yendar

And she had gone 100 years hearing nothing of her ex-fiance but rumors on the wind. She had heard he was around the Sword Coast but that had been decades ago and assumed he had moved on. She had tried to move on, but few respected her path and lifestyle, her journey of collecting the stories of the common folk and heroes alike. Those who did understand, their lives were fleeting compared to her own. It was inevitable heartbreak.

She wiped her tears. Now was not the time to fall apart. Alariel could be on the road by the evening, but she would at least take a day to say goodbye to the friends she would be leaving behind in Loudwater, like Zedroar and the children she taught the legends to. With any luck, she would never see Xenk Yendar again.

[chuuyascumsock]

hi pookie <33 sorry its been yearsss, lifes been a bit of bitch but im just going to be bitchier 😎

how are you doing? and also i love that you re-watched my little pony, that show RAISED me, I CRIED over Princess Celestia and Luna's reunion and the hundreds of other arcs that it had

I HATE THE NEW ONE ITS SO SODUHVODSHUCO 😔☹️

The old MLP is in my heart forever ❤️ (can you tell i was a horse girl 💀)

BUT OMG THAT BLANKET YOU MADE W LIZZY IS SO CUTE????? its so sweet 🥰🥰

i miss you and tumblr moots :(

and ive been TRYING to deal w my writing burnout 'cause i have an idea for a fic that ive been trying to write but words just aren't wording !!!!

and not to mention its been so unbearably hot where i live its actually horrific, i cant sleep at all because of the heat T-T

but on a lighter note ive been hanging out w some of my friends after we all got back from our respective trips and we're planning a little roadtrip later this month !!!!

and

i got snorb a sibling

this is my second baby 😋 im a proud dino mother here !!!

(this is a cry for help)

stay sexy 😘😘❤️💐

Hiiiii Pookie, I’m glad you sent an ask, I was getting worried about you snookums 🥺

I started watching MLP when I was like 10 because my baby brothers wanted to watch it and I liked it but after that I hadn’t seen it in years so I thought I’d get back into it. I was especially into the mlp creepypasta stuff (it was like the first official fandom I got into when I was 8 and it lasted until I was like 14 and I got a new hyperfixation which was Assassination Classroom, let me tell you— being in the Fnaf, Minecraft, Undertale, and Eddsworld fandoms in that time frame as well was wild. The fanfics and crossovers were embarrassing, y’all.)

Also, horse girl? I had to be one in middle and high school cause my mom made me take riding lessons and at least one competition lol. While I didn’t like it because I nearly broke my hip doing so, I’m still salty they sold the horse I mainly rode for two years and the new owner was a bitch and wouldn’t even let me walk past his stall because she was so possessive. Genuinely was only there to make friends with the horses, I still miss you, Cinnabar :[

And yessss, I love the blanket I made with Libby cause it’s so soft and warm which is great cause my hands and feet are naturally cold like a corpse.

I also get the burnout, I wanna write so bad and I have so many ideas but I just can’t write. I want to finish my second Chuuya hurt/comfort fic and Dazai hurt/comfort fic cause they’re almost done (my Chuuya one is 4k+ words long and the Dazai one is being a bitch and deleted half of my progress). But it’s okay because I named them appropriately so look out for fics called “I said break it down, not have a break down” and “This homeless man won’t leave so I’m spraying him down with dirty brown water” (I think you can guess which is which). So yeah :]

THE HEAT IS KILLING ME HERE TOO, IT’S SO FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND MY GLASSES GET ALL FOGGY WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE FOR WORK I HATE IT 😭

Hurray for hanging out with friends!! I watched the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie with my friends this passing week and my god, Hugh Jackman is the straightest man crush I’ve ever had, he is so fine. I rarely like irl men in general (only do so with celebrities bc irl girls is where it’s at, dating boys is gross) so when I do, yk he’s got IT. God, I’d shred cheese on those abs of his.

And you got Snorb a sibling‼️ Name ‘em Sneeb, Sneeb and Snorb <3

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

ouch, that stung.

“YOU’RE A GODDAMN LIAR!! MOTHER—“ you pause and take a deep, DEEEEEP breath. he’s on a high horse because he knows your intentions are not pure and any thought of syelle touching him is enough to set you off. but to lie in her face and say he enjoyed fucking her than you crosses far too many lines. you aren’t forgettable.

“if i’m so forgettable, why’d you look so mesmerized huh? why do you keep looking at my tits? you’re fighting an urge you can’t win so why keep denying me when you and i both know what you really want. don’t forget that ‘his little bitch’ is the reason why you’ll never love your wife”

jungkook fucking syelle? he couldn’t even get hard when she initiated sex on their honeymoon and you only know this because jungkook has told you all the times syelle has tried to initiate hugs and kisses but he always shrugged her off yet he never denied you.

he will never deny you. you’ll make sure to fuck up his second chance and that he’ll have no choice but to come to you. then when you’re done…

“i’ll give you two options: you can either divorce syelle and come back to me like a good boy or you keep playing this stupid façade, i fuck up your relationship with her again, syelle hates you, and her father kills you. which one are you choosing?”

its been over ten minutes and syelle knows it shouldn’t take that long for a large serving of popcorn. the premieres are still showing but the movie is about to start any minute now, so to make sure jungkook is okay, syelle heads to the lobby to find him. she puts her phone back in her purse and makes her way there but she’s got this bad feeling all of a sudden, like deja vu.

“no, sy. don’t think that…i hope it’s not what i think it is”

Jungkook scoffs and glares at you. You’re testing his patience for real. “What do you want yn- you were sent to teach me a lesson. You did- I don’t want to cheat on a pure woman like her again…” he looks into your eyes.

“Sir your popcorn?” Jungkook looks back and picks up the two buckets. “I promise to never cheat on her again so please just leave me alone.” He sighs. “I can’t divorce her because I was never in love with you- you were just a good fuck.”

You treated him like dust so he will do the same. You don’t love him like his wife. “Just go. I don’t want to see you again, you walked out on me when you had done your job… so fuck off now.” He bites his lip.

He won’t give in.

Just as he’s turning to leave- he sees Syelle standing there, frozen and jungkooks heartbeat quickens, oh he feels sick to his stomach.

“S-Sy…” he stutters out.

“Come on let’s go! Our movies about to start.” He says, making his way to her, he hopes that she didn’t see you. “Come on babe..” he puts one bucket of popcorn in her hands.

He then uses his other hand to snake it around her waist.

“Let’s go.”

You need to go. And never contact him again, he’s really learned his lesson.

[star-shard]

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BBC Sherlock Genre: angst Triggers: Drug use, alcohol mention

He didn’t want to get high. He didn’t want to get high. That’s what he kept telling himself. It wasn’t about that. He wasn’t trying to feel good. He just wanted to feel okay.

Sherlock had been four months clean. John thought he was two years clean but, John didn’t need to know details. Little mistakes didn’t need to be brought up. A stumble is different than a fall, Sherlock told himself that.

Tonight wasn’t a stumble. He planned it. Thoughts had become too much. Thoughts were good, thoughts moved cases. But then there were the thoughts that only moved him closer to a cliff’s edge.

He was alone now. Sunday night. John was at a group therapy session right now. Sherlock had suggested it. Hey, if John was going to be out of the house, may as well be for something good for him. Funny, what did he know about what was good for anyone.

This wasn’t a quick bump in the toilets when cases were slow. This was a needle of something that slowed him down.

He inhaled. He injected. He exhaled. Not only a week ago he told himself he’d make an active choice to tell others about danger nights. Yet, here he was. Not fighting his urges, letting them grab him into those familiar waters.

He didn’t want to float. He wanted to sink.

Sherlock dragged himself up from the floor, in the event that John got home early, he could at least look more normal on the couch. He told himself that. John couldn’t know. Because then John would stop him. Help him. God forbid.

He wanted to lite a cigarette more than anything, top off the high, sweat already pooled from the anxiety of the night.

His thoughts had been racing. That was the issue. Faster than he could keep up with. Most people saw him and his thoughts to be the same, but that wasn’t true. His thoughts were the train. He was the race horse, trying to keep up with the brain he hadn’t asked for.

No smoking. John would smell it, then one conclusion would lead to another. As Sherlock started feeling what he wanted, he decided to settle.

Everything was okay.

He hadn’t even realized his back had been in a bind until it released. He hadn’t noticed his brow had been pressed until it let go. All the while, ‘you’re killing yourself again’, in the tone of John’s voice was present in his head.

Yes. Murder, or suicide? That was the question. Was he killing the worst parts of himself, or was it a package deal. He laughed at the thought. Perhaps he could solve his own case. “Who killed Sherlock Holmes,” He asked.

Sherlock didn’t used to feel guilty about his addiction. Rewind six years back, he didn’t believe he was capable of being a self pitying addict. That he simply operated on a level where some recreational assistance could be used. John brought self awareness. “If boats didn’t have anchors, they’d just fly,” Sherlock said absentmindedly. He didn’t need a cigarette, there was enough shit burning already. “It is lonely in the void space for a floating boat…”

The door. It opened.

Fuck. John.

“Fuck, John,” Sherlock found himself saying. He sat up. As well as he could. “Fuck, hello, they’re interchangeable aren’t they?” Sherlock knew he sounded different, but he prided himself as passing for sober, so hopefully It would pass now as wit rather than stupidity.

John laughed. Thank god. “Happens to be best of us, usually with a telemarketer.” Sherlock’s eyes spilled over John, picking up what he could. Crooked back, disappointment, stain on the shirt, got a snack, needed comfort, hairline was…. was… Sherlock smiled. Hard to stoke the fires of the old locomotive when the race horse was in charge.

“I knew you’d hate group. You hate people in groups.”

John took off his jacket, not chuckling now. “Let’s get a dog then. I can handle that.”

Oh, he was in a mood. Good. John was focused on himself, so he wouldn’t notice Sherlock. The needle was hidden, and Sherlock would dispose of it later. “Go on then, blog. The best people in our lives are invisible.” While he was sure he was keeping this up quite well, even he knew he couldn’t mask for a full blown therapy chat.

John made a face. Hello. Fuck. He said the wrong thing again. Sherlock smiled at his own fuck up. Or maybe that was the drugs. “And anyway, I can't supply entertainment. I’m married to this couch, don’t tell my work about the affair,” he mused, apologizing wasn’t an option, that could lead to a discussion, he wasn’t capable of that. He needed John away from him right now. Let him be annoyed. Sherlock could charm him back to his side later.

Woof, that hurt all of a sudden in his chest. He used to manipulate Mycroft all the time when he first became addicted. Why did it hurt now.

John sighed. That heavy sigh he did. “Never mind the dog, a live in couples therapist.” And quickly adding, “if there’re any hidden cameras, that was a joke. No article needed about how we’re together.”

Sherlock smiled something crooked. That was the most interesting ‘no homo’ yet. Oh John. Oh…. John. His anchor. Sherlock was in space. And all he wanted to do, was go further. To not see stars, just blackness. The void. He craved it. Even if a part of him screamed to admit how bad he had actually had gotten to John.

But, who would further wound a veteran already in pain.

One day maybe. Mix some alcohol into it, get a truly grand confession, a show stopper. Rock bottom, that was the ticket, wasn’t it?

John smiled because Sherlock smiled. At how ridiculous therapy could be while also needing it so badly.

Back on his side. That was good. “Groups are for the birds. I prefer duos,” Sherlock said to him. “…You’re actually going to blog about this, aren’t you.”

“Adventures in stale coffee and guilt, doesn’t have that ring.” John was funny. Sherlock wondered why he never complimented him on that. John was in the kitchen now, getting a beer. It would only be one. Sherlock knew that very well, tracked his self medication system, by the end of that shame would kick in due to his sister and he’d stop at one on a night like this.

He knew a lot about John. That he also kept a private diary on his computer. It was the one thing Sherlock chose not to investigate. He’d read John’s mail, mushy love letters, hilarious attempts at poetry. But never the unlabeled file on his computer.

Sherlock was fading fast right now. ‘Go away John. Go away.’ He wanted to say that. Silence. It was the best way for him to be left alone. John so adored to engage with him. So he allowed the silence to hang, to stain the moment.

The sound of traffic happened outside. The sound of Mrs. Hudson’s music a floor below hummed. The sound of a few swigs from the beer that was already back in the fridge now. So John was deeply ashamed tonight, for whatever therapy had dug up and/or buried. Sherlock lacked the capacity to fix that in the best of times, he lacked a lot right now.

“Enjoy the palace, let me know if you add a pool house to it,” John mumbled. Fuck, had Sherlock fucked up again. There was something in that tone, or maybe the way he walked away. Or maybe it was pure paranoia because he was fucking high right now.

At least Sherlock was alone at last.

Alone without himself. That was the point of substances, wasn’t it.

He did fall asleep there. And he’d forget the conversation he had with John. One of the few times he could forget something he cared about.

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Today was insane. My coworker and I went at it twice. Once over the phone and then he came in person to talk it over with me. We talked for hours. He came off incredibly strong over the phone and in person so I was feeling like I had to scrap with him. This boy just went ooofffff. And eventually after giving him his space to vent I said “you realize you’ve made a lot of accusations about me but I haven’t spoken… like at all” and that’s when gave me space and I explained why I was crying. Because he basically thought my intention was to throw him under the bus when it was just to have accountability. But he took it the wrong way and felt incredibly slighted. And it made him feel like I was THAT type of person. So I cried. Because he was attacking my character. Especially after lecturing me that previous night and then calling me to do it and then doing it in person. Like I hit my max. And I explained that to him near the end when he started to calm down. After he got out all his heated thoughts and let me talk, he realized it was never my intention to hurt his feelings or “throw him under the bus” but I was telling the truth that I will protect myself and it’s unfair that he thinks I’m that kind of person. He’s been supposedly having my back behind the scenes and I let him know I’ve been doing that too. Once he understood where I came from and he came off strongly and the situation I was in compared to him, he eased a bit. He actually listened and understood that I’m still finding my placement as a manager in a mismanaged company and I don’t know anyone but everyone knows each other well. And he understood why I got so defensive because his actions, directly affected my work wife in ways he didn’t see. It wasn’t throwing him under the bus, it was me standing up to him because his actions indirectly threw heat on me and already threw heat on another coworker because he didn’t understand some of the minutiae to our jobs as well. We all agreed communication was horrible and the circumstances made us act certain ways. I think my crying threw him off because he came in probably thinking I was out to get him and then he saw how affected I was and we had a heart to heart. Like an hour in he was like yeah I’m still miffed. Then an hour after that he’s like I can tell you care and it was not your intention and then an hour after that he said he hoped we could move past it. It’s wild because in certain ways the argument got a bit nasty. I HAD to call him out on his work ethic because it affected me and other people. He tried to bring up receipts to cover his ass from when he supposedly threw me under the bus. I had to let him know that I got so defensive because he came on so strong and he has a tendency to lecture people on a high horse. Like he can come off holier than thou just because he’s been here longer and I let him know it makes me feel less than because he’s tolerated everyone’s BS longer than me. We brought up incredibly valid points and I will give it to him. He heard me out. He was content that I told him to be more humble because he said he’s on the spectrum and he doesn’t see those cues that everyone else does. The reason our talk lasted LONG (like 3-4 hours) is because after all that venting, I asked him why he stayed when it was so horrible. And then he made a concerning face so I asked him “are you okay?” And then BAM. Tears. 5 minutes in he laughs and he’s like “what the fuck I’m crying now too” then my work wife (WHO WAS HERE THE ENTIRE TIME silently doing her job) was like “oh shit I’m next” and laughs. Then we talked about him and of course the most awkward things happen when we are crying. Like the maintenance dude comes in to fix the AC. And then another coworker walks in and sees him crying and is like … are you okay? Call me tonight. We spent the last hour just talking about how toxic some of our work environment is and how we both react to certain aspects of it. We literally hugged it out twice. He admitted he thinks he needed that cry and we left hopefully better than before. Embarrassing af to cry tho.