#please slow down casey :)) he's just going so so fast :))

[batsplat]

You started with 25 points more than the most dangerous opponent... «Yes, we really can't ask for more. The start has been fantastic, but we must not lose sight of the fact that the season is long.» And Lorenzo? “There has been little talk about him this weekend, but he had a great race. He wasn’t 100% fit, he fought and in the end he got 20 points. Stoner was good… but let’s not forget Lorenzo.” How do you explain Stoner's mistake? "Well... let's hope he decides to go a bit slower now, so we can all go more calmly (laughs). He was pushing really hard..."

Qatar 2010 (x)

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen ->

A/N: Fair warning, Casey and Raph get up to some... fun times, so if you don't want to read that, the beginning and end will be marked with red

Co-written with @theosb0rnway, as per usual!

Chapter Twelve: Assault and Amaze

Raphael found it weird that he loved laying on top of his own corpse, with his lover right beside him. Today was somehow perfect, which he never expected with the way that Casey had brutally murdered that cop. 

Sure, they'd both heard the sirens blaring almost all day, but it was... surprisingly relaxing to have the whole day to themselves, even in a building that looked like it could send them to their deaths any minute. The couple had spent practically the entire day on the icebox, Casey sleeping for the large majority while Raph kissed his face and told her loving words that he knew she would never hear. 

He'd also been working on a secret side project as he did so, hoping that Casey would be as thrilled as he was when he had finally achieved his goal. Seeing as she hadn't stopped kissing him since he made the big reveal, she loved it very much. 

Trying to be a loving boyfriend, Raph had woken him up with as many kisses as he could place on the older boy's face, then waited to see what happened next.

Casey’s POV

Casey wrapped her arms around his lover and pulled him closer, purring gently. 

WAIT. 

Pull him closer? 

The vigilante's eyes shot open as she saw his arms wrapped around Raph as if he was a solid being, then said turtle smiling at him, which was rare in itself. 

"What the!" 

"Surprise, babe! You like it? I've been practicing all morning!" 

"Holy shit, R-Raphie, I- I can't believe it!" He took his time running her hands up and down Raph's arms, then moved to his chest, still in awe. 

"I can't do it forever but for now-" 

(sex scene ahoy! Skip ahead if you like. Or don't! Just don't complain in the comments or tags :))

"Fuck me." 

This time it was Raph who was caught off guard. "W-What?" 

"I thought I lost you forever, Raph! If Casey Jones somehow has the opportunity to let you rail her again, you can bet your sweet ass he's gonna take it!" 

Raph didn't think he could blush, but if he wasn't dead, his entire body would be as red as his mask. "Oh- okay! I mean, there's nothing going on outside, you're safe somehow, so yeah." He softly gripped Casey's arms and flipped him on her back. "Can you take off your clothes for me? Wanna save up my energy." 

Casey nodded rapidly, stripping as fast as she possibly could. He didn't care where anything landed, and she was so used to the ice box that it didn't even bother his naked skin. He spread her legs, smiling in anticipation as Raph crawled on top her, his plastron pressing into Casey's chest, leaning his head down to lick and suck at her neck. 

Casey let out a loud moan, and Raph had to put a hand over his mouth. 

"Not that loud." 

"I can't help it when you do that! You're too good, Raphie, too good- oh FUCK!" 

Raph grabbed Casey's dick and started to stroke it, smirking as Casey bucked up into his transparent hand. 

"Casey, PLEASE, be quiet-" 

"Tell me to be quiet again and I'll find a way to flip you over and take you myself!" 

"What makes you think you can even try, Jones?" Raph's thumb glided over Casey's slit and the girl let out a choked moan. 

"If you keep teasing me-" 

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" 

"Hey, that's s’posed to be my line!" 

"It will be soon if you stay patient!" 

"Fuck being patient, I want you in me!" He whined, thrusting up against Raph. The turtle rolled his eyes. Casey Jones, impatient as always. 

"Suck?" Raph put his fingers to Casey's mouth and he took them in, sucking long and slow, still trying to comprehend that idea that Raph could do this. 

When he felt like he had enough of Casey's spit, he slowly slipped a finger in Casey's ass, enjoying the muffled moans it brought. Then he slipped in another, then the final finger, asking Casey if he could start moving and getting an eager nod in return. He pushed his fingers in and out, his brain ignoring everything except for the beautiful sounds his lover was making. 

"Raphie, I'm gonna-" 

"Nope." He pulled his fingers out quickly but carefully, Casey letting out a loud whine and grabbing at Raph's hands. "Don't worry, baby girl, you'll get there soon, just hang on-" 

The hands suddenly dropped to the bed and Casey let out a filthy moan. "Fuck, say that again!" 

"Baby girl... my baby girl." 

Casey sounded like one of her own victims from the way he was screaming, loud and long and muffled. 

Raph took the opportunity to slowly stick himself into Casey's hole, watching his expression as he did so. Despite the paint all over Casey's face hiding some of her smaller expressions, Raph could easily tell he was enjoying this. 

"Tell me when I can go, babe." 

"If you don't go now, I'm gonna throw you off the ice box!" 

"Got it." He slipped in all the way and Casey saw stars, her eyes closing and Raph leaning forward to kiss her as he moved in and out. It only took another minute before Casey came, biting harshly into Raph's ghostly skin. 

"Raphie?" 

"Yeah Case?" 

"Can we do that again?" 

"Course, baby, but I haven't even come yet!" 

"Oh." Casey muttered dumbly, still trying to gain back his half of the brain cell that he lost during her orgasm. 

He was so ready to go for round two, and round three, and round four... and then Shredder. Raph may exist, but Casey's vengeance wasn't even close to being over yet. But for the time being, she could enjoy this moment. 

(Y'all are safe now! LOL, enjoy the chapter)

"Can't believe we're having sex on top of the fuckin' death box." 

"RAPHIE!" The rest of the day was just as lazy, between eating chips, target practice with more crappy photos of Shredder, and the Sudokus Casey actually bought from the Walmart. 

"I still don't get it!" Casey stared hopelessly at his latest failed Sudoku puzzle. 

"Every row and every box has to have all the numbers, no repeats."

"But how do all of them not repeat? UGH! Screw Shredder! Casey Jones's mortal enemy is math!" 

She threw the book on the ground and groaned, burying her head in his arms. He could hear Raph laughing behind her, shaking his head at the chaos. 

"It's alright Case. I'll help you out, it's not that hard." He grabbed the book off the floor and set it back on the table, sitting down next to Casey and wrapping an arm around his back. He flinched a little, but it went away when Raph kissed her painted cheek. 

"Okay. Be my hero, Raphie! Save me from this demon humans know as math!" 

"Alright. So you see this square? Look at all the numbers, which ones are you missing?" 

"1, 2, 3, and 5." 

"Okay. So can 2 go there?" Raph pointed to a column where there was already a 2. 

"No." 

"So where CAN it go?" 

Casey scanned the columns, looking for one that didn't have a 2 in it. "That one!" 

"There we go! Now do the same thing for the other numbers and then for all the other numbers in the other boxes!" 

"But that's SO much work!" 

"That's why it's a puzzle, Case. It's 'sposed to be hard." 

"Can't I just go out and beat up the rest of those pigs? That sounds like WAY more fun than number boxes." 

"And ice boxes-" 

"Hey!" 

"But no. I ain't lettin you go out there Case, not after what you just did, everyone's after you now!" 

"Raph, I've faced worse than the fuckin’ POLICE, they're like ants underneath my hockey sticks!" Raph had had enough of this conversation. 

"Casey, JUST STAY HERE, goddamnit!" Casey flinched again, her hands balling up into fists as a reflex. 

"Raphael." His voice was deadly calm, hiding all the emotions she was feeling as well as he could. "If you EVER yell at me like that again..." Her voice started to shake as he whispered out, "W-We're done." 

"Casey, fuck, I'm sorry, I just- I don't want you getting hurt." Casey looked calmer now. "I know, and I won't. Trust me." 

Casey couldn’t recall the last time he’d broken a promise to Raph. At least not in any way that had mattered. Good thing she hadn’t said ‘I promise’, Casey thought to himself. 

Then, at least she won on a technicality. But she really hoped that ghosts didn’t have telepathy or some weird shit like that. The hard part was being able to sneak out. There had always been the fail-safe of just walking through Raph, but not only was that needlessly harsh, but it also wouldn’t have stopped Raph from trying to coax Casey back to the crappy apartment. But that wasn’t exactly viable anymore.

Not only could her boyfriend probably cart him back to the apartment with a decent margin of error (Raph had said he couldn’t do it for long, after all) but he was also a ninja, so sneaking away from said ninja would be difficult. And ghosts didn’t seem to sleep, for some dumb reason. 

But it would be an unreasonable amount of stupid to try and sneak out now. So she waited. 

And waited. 

And waited a little more. 

Until, finally, Raph decided to put his newfound skills to the test and retrieve the delivery pizza he'd begrudgingly let Casey order. Only it wasn’t right outside, the pizza delivery people always seemed to get spooked at the sight of a barren and run down apartment, particularly at the one room that looked like the perfect place to be murdered in and have your body tossed into a corner. 

So, the second Raph was out of eyesight, Casey nodded with a terse grin. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason she could apply to this situation – just apply the logic for getting the fuck out of dodge. 

So, naturally, he did what he always did when faced with a rough objective that equated to ‘get the fuck outta dodge’, and slid across the irregular, torn up floor to grab a duffel bag containing most of his equipment – equipment being weapons and spray cans – and ran for the knocked in wall. 

She jumped off the ledge, and launched the grappling hook, taking a sharp turn in midair, away from the side of the building with any windows he was visible from. It wasn’t particularly either of their faults – a gal’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do, right? 

If Casey felt any sort of guilt, it was about as faint as the faint string of expletives that, if he strained his ears, she might just have been able to hear from the old, ramshackle apartment. But Casey Jones didn't have time for that. 

He had some work to do. 

Donnie’s POV 

If asked how things were going, Donnie would have replied that things weren’t going at all. He kicked over one of the cork boards, and it fell to the ground with a mighty crash. 

“DUDE! What was THAT for? There’s some valuable research in there!” Mikey screeched, scooped some haphazardly drawn theories from the board, and flicked Donnie in the forehead, though not as hard as Raph might have. 

Raph… Donnie’s face contorted itself into a deep frown. 

They needed to stop creating senseless dead ends – Leo was right, in a sense. They needed to whittle out the possibilities from the chatter, and regroup with Raph and Casey. 

Then, once they were all accounted for and in decent enough health, they could continue in what seemed like an uphill battle to take the self-proclaimed ‘Skullshot’ out of commission and finally put an end to Oroku Saki, avenging their father. 

“We need to focus right now, Mikey. Unless we want to sit through another explanation from Leo on why we have to start patrolling again, we need to pack these up,” Donnie explained, and wheeled the board into a closet.

Mikey frowned, but Donnie could tell he got it.

Mikey frowned, but Donnie could tell he got it. “Yeah, sure, dude. Do you want a hand, or…” he made an odd gesture as an explanation. 

“No, it’s fine. Just grab your gear and meet Leo and April by the entrance.” As he carted two more boards into the closet, he heard Mikey’s footsteps grow further and further away. 

Weeding the decent ideas from the desperate would certainly be a piece of work, he knew that. 

Packing the cork boards up took much less time than he thought it would – the string that would have complicated things was flimsy, and probably found at the dollar store.

With his self-imposed task completed, he went and grabbed his gear. Giving his staff a test twirl, he marveled at how fast it moved for a raw millisecond, having not used it in quite a while. 

Donnie then brought it to a stop as one of the ends made a ‘thwack’ sound against the floor. He tightened the knot of his mask and strapped his right knee pad on – he’d gone without it for a solid week in a bout of the forgetfulness that came with sleep deprivation – before heading out. 

Donnie was the last to arrive at the entrance, with Leo, Mikey, and April all waiting, the leader tapping his foot to pass the time. Donnie slid in next to April, and Leo nodded at him. 

“Alright. We’re on a strict schedule this time. To make sure we’re on the same page, Mikey, what are we doing?” 

Mikey blinked, clearly unprepared. “Uh… We're gonna take out the new not-Casey?” 

“Right.” Mikey pumped a fist into the air. “I have a pretty good idea of where this self-proclaimed ‘Skullshot’,” Leo continued, making air-quotes around the title, “will strike next. Coincidentally, a gaggle of the Foot have grouped around an NYPD station. Given that the two groups that have been affected the most are the Foot and the police, it’s a safe bet that they will be in danger.” 

“Wait, but not-Casey’s fighting the Foot, so shouldn’t we just get the cops out and let not-Casey deal with the Foot? 'Cause it seems like they're on our side, bro!” 

“No, Mikey, we can’t do that.” Leo pinched the area of scales where his nose would have been. 

“If we intervene and essentially leave him or her to their business, then that sets the stage as us either being hyper-lenient or that we are on this mercenary’s side, which we aren't. Our goals involving the Foot just seem to be more or less... aligned. So here’s what we’re going to do. April, since you’re the only human here, you’ll warn the cops in advance, both of Skullshot and the Foot, no in-depth details necessary. Donnie, Mikey, we’ll be facing both groups. Since this 'Skullshot' has only been in the news once, I'm not exactly sure how this person fights, so be cautious, and remember your training. If it comes to it, we retreat. Our goal is to find out where Raph and Casey are. Whether or not it's the Foot or Skullshot who has them, we’ll figure that out on site.” Leo then looked them in the eyes, waiting for a distinct nod from all of them. “Great. Move out.”

——

Casey’s POV

Casey didn't expect to hit the jackpot this early on in the night. A group of Foot soldiers were standing loosely around a police station, making it the perfect target of one very enthusiastic Skullshot. 

"Did I pack all the bombs? Yeah, duh, of course I packed all the bombs, I'm not that dumb!" Casey muttered to herself, skating down the street to where the Foot was loitering around. "Hey sleazeballs! Look who's here!" 

One soldier barely turned their head before it was almost blown clean off by a hockey stick. They came charging towards the vigilante, but she came prepared. The taser came shooting out of her glove, successfully taking down at least three or four more goons, his baseball bat taking out another four or five. 

The soldiers outside the department were now all down for the count, but no officers came out rushing from inside the building. That was suspicious, even for Casey who usually thought everything was fine. He still continued to place bombs around the outside, detaching her skates and climbing up to the rooftop to place the rest. 

As he finished up, he could sense that he wasn't alone, dropping a knife into her ungloved hand. 

"Show yourself!" He commanded in the voice she used when she needed to conceal his identity. She pulled out his hockey stick as a familiar figure dropped out of the shadows, three more following him. Leo, followed by Mikey, Donnie, and April. Casey remembered what Raph told her about concealing his identity and laughed. 

"Aw! Nice Halloween costumes, freaks! Sorry, but the only thing I'm givin’ out tonight is pain and justice!" April rolled her eyes. 

"Okay, that's clearly not Casey. Too cheesy. WAY too cheesy." 

The vigilante growled at that. "I'll show you cheesy, bitch!" She pulled down his skates again and raced towards them, his right hand distracting them with the hockey stick while she took a jab at April with the knife. Caught off guard, the knife slashed April's shirt, drawing blood, but not nearly enough to take her out. The spike on her glove got Donnie's arm, and a good kick to the plastron knocked Leo back several feet. 

April ducked as the girl let his bullets fly, a spare one hitting Mikey in the plastron, another hitting Donnie in the leg. But when the bullets went out, Casey didn't have much left to fight with. 

The turtles had him almost surrounded, but she wasn't going to give up, even when Mikey’s nunchuck wrapped around his arm and knocked her off his feet. 

"Where's Raph and Casey, you no-good knockoff?!" April growled, motioning for Mikey to pull Casey closer as she walked toward the vigilante. Oh shit, she was going to take off her mask. 

He kept her cool, smirking. "Who and who? If you're looking for missing people, your best bet is the police- oh wait! They're not here are they?" 

The group's eyes widened as Casey let out a broken cackle, the detonator dropping directly into his right hand. 

"And neither will you." 

"RUN!" Leo screamed, Mikey releasing Skullshot as the four ran to escape the blast. 

Casey, however, stayed put for a moment before dropping down the ladder and casually walking away from the building as it blew up. Killing April and the turtles was never her goal, but knowing they were out there still made them a threat. A tap on the shoulder caused Casey to jump backwards, seeing Raph glaring directly at him. 

"AHH!" 

"Blowing up buildings and killing Foot goons without me, I see?" 

"It was nothing, Raphie, I promise! I just needed to get out of the house, that's all!" 

"Yeah, then why do I see my brothers and April walking towards us, and- is Donnie LIMPING??" 

"Stay back, Nightwatcher. Skullshot has these guys in the bag." 

"Casey, NO!" But it was too late. The group had escaped the building fine, walking around what remained of it to see Casey walking away, but the vigilante had noticed them again far too quickly. 

Casey laughed to herself as he raised his stick up and yelled: "GORGONZOLA!!" 

Raph was almost on the ground in laughter as he watched the fight unfolding before his eyes.

Raph’s POV:

Bless Casey's heart for taking Raph's warning seriously. Raph could try to fight if he wanted to, but it wasn't something he wanted to risk. Right there, fighting the woman he loved was his sister and brother, and all he could do was watch from the sidelines like his name suggested and hope nothing got serious. 

Things got serious. Fast. When Casey started throwing mini bombs at April, Raph drew the line. 

Sure, she caught them with her powers, but every one was a close call he wasn't willing to let go any closer. 

"Skullshot, retreat!" 

"What? No! Skullshot doesn't retreat!" 

"CASEY!" 

"FINE!" She threw a few more knives and bombs as a warning, skating off while the duo was distracted. 

At least she had a cold pizza to look forward to at the apartment. 

"Gorgonzola? Really? And the bombs?" 

"Hey, you told me not to be myself, so there ya go." 

"You could've killed April, Casey, you could've hurt all of them!" 

"They're way better fighters than me, Raphie. Plus, I'd never let anything happen to Red. Or maybe Mikey. The other two are totally worth scrapping though." 

Scrapping. That's what Casey thought of the people who used to be his family? 

Raph’s family?

"You’re not gonna ‘scrap’ any of ‘em! Imagine if I said that about Angel-" His eyes widened. 

"YOU THREATEN MY BABY SISTER AGAIN AND I-I'LL... I'LL PUT A LIGHTER IN THE ICE BOX!" 

"That's what I'm saying, Casey, that's how I feel right now with you saying that!" 

"Yeah, but Angel isn't after you with a goal to kill! At least, I don't think so. There's a reason you don't see her outside the house much." 

Raph shuddered. As cute as that little girl was, she was also Casey Jones' sister, and who knows what Casey had taught her to do. 

"Just don't call my brothers expendable, cause they're not." He grabbed Casey's hand and pulled up her mask, thankful they could do so in the safety of the apartment. 

"If you kill my family, Casey, we're done. Do you understand?" 

The two looked deep into each other's eyes, Casey nodding, but saying nothing else. "If anyone gets in my way, they'll face the consequences. But I guess I'll make them off limits for now." 

Raph barely bit back a frown. They should never have been on the limit in the first place! "Thank you, Casey. Ya know they don't mean any harm, right?" 

"They attacked me, that's harm. Someone hurts me, I hurt 'em back." Raph sighed. He was never going to get Casey to fully agree with him, so he stopped while he was ahead. 

“Whatever you say, Case. Now how 'bout that cold pizza you left me with?" 

"Dude, I LOVE cold pizza!" The turtle shook his head, watching as his boyfriend opened the box and shoved a whole cold piece of pepperoni and anchovy pizza down her throat in record time. 

Maybe she was born to be a Hamato, Raph thought to himself. It may have looked disgusting to anyone else, but to Raphael, all he saw was the love of his life finally happy for once, and that in itself was a victory.

[the-enigmatic-universe-theory]

Chapter 2

Theo Doe

“THEO! WAKE YOUR DUMBASS UP, AND GET DOWNSTAIRS NOW!” Casey shouted.

“COMING!” I yell with a sigh, I swing my body off my bed reluctantly and strap on my braces. I walk out into the hallway and knock on the bedroom doors. As I open the second to last one a pastel blue fills my vision. 

“Maria, You up?”

“Mmmh, Theo?” Maria sleepily mumbles my name as I walk over to the greyish-blue bed and sit on it.

“Yup, time to get up for school.”

“Do I have to?” She whines quietly with a frown “Can’t I just be homeschooled like you were?” I sigh

“Unless you want to be taken to court. Then yeah, you have to go to school. Also, homeschooling wasn’t as good as you think.” I pull her blankets off her and pick her up, with a little difficulty, but her little giggle as I picked her up was worth the slight pain.

“C’mon, I’ll let you pick out breakfast, ‘Kay?" I walk down the stairs with her in my arms as she gives me a small nod.

“Mornin, teddy bear, princess Mari,” Casey says with a smirk as I let Maria down to sit next to Casey “What’s for breakfast?” 

“Depends on what domniţă wants,” I say as the other children, fully dressed, get coffee and toast from the cupboards going to the dining room after, probably wanting something quick and easy before going to school. 

“Hmmmmm, how about, Oh! Chocolate pancakes, please!!” Maria bounces up and down in her seat with excitement, Casey chuckles at her childish glee. 

“Alright, I can do that. Tâmpit, get me the chocolate chips.” I say, kneeling to get out a decently sized pan and going through the steps of making pancakes. Casey tosses me the chocolate with a shake of his head as he sits down at the island table.

“So, princess, you excited for your first day in kindergarten?” Casey asks, trying to get a rise out of her, knowing damn well she’s in first grade now. He succeeds cuz Maria crosses her arms. 

“I’m in first grade, not in kindergarten, Old Man,” Maria argues with a huff as Casey smiles and picks Maria up, placing her on his lap

“I’m sorry Mari, you know my very old 19-year brain can’t remember as well as when I was your age, hun. Forgive me?” Casey rests his head on Maria’s. 

“Fineee, I guess I’ll forgive you this time Cas.” Maria hugs him, cheek pressed to his chest and mouth in a smile. I set down three plates on the kitchen table all with varying amounts of pancake. 

“Only one pancake, Doe? Why don’t cha eat some more?” Casey eyes my plate with a wary gaze. 

“Not hungry, I’ll buy something in the Cafe if I’m hungry later.” I sigh and start eating my pancakes, only feeling the pancake's texture, no taste. Maria scarfs down her pancakes, Casey eating at a more reasonable pace.

“Slow down so you don’t choke.” Maria nods with food in her mouth and slows down, however, she is still eating fast. We finish breakfast with silence overcoming us, not uncomfortable but a little awkward. After some time kids start filing out the door and getting on the bus, some taking their car.

“Alright,” Casey gets up and stretches “Maria you go get changed, okay? I’ll help Theo clean.”

“Okie!!” Maria gets up and runs to the stairs skipping a few. Casey looks away from Maria and towards me with a disappointed look on his face.

“So, what’s the deal.” Casey picks up the dishes as I clean up the batter and put away the chocolate.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Casey sighs and wash off the dishes in the sink as well as our own.

“I mean the fact that you carried Maria down the stairs even though I know that you’ve been having a rough time with your arms and,” Casey bends down to place the dishes in the sink, getting back up to face me, arms crossed, “You only ate one pancake, which was the smallest of all of them, you know that you need to eat more than that, Theo” 

“I know, It’s just-” I sigh and match Casey’s position, “It’s hard to eat when it’s just a texture, the mushiness is just so gross. It would probably be better if I could fucking taste it.” Casey walks over, puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls in.

“Theo, if the texture bothers you that much you could’ve just made something else, I’m sure Maria wouldn’t have minded.” Casey rested his head on mine, a common thing he does to me and Maria, I turned my face towards his neck and hugged him.

“I know, I just don’t like to disappoint her.” Casey sighs, hugging me back.

“You can’t spoil her like that, you know, she has to learn how to be dependant. Especially since both me and you are moving out next year, she won’t have anyone to take care of her.” Casey whispers to me sadly. Maria bounds down the stairs in a white button-up with a lacey collar and blue overalls. 

“Let’s go get changed, okay? Go wait at the door, Mari” Casey ruffles my hair and I nod and smile at Maria as she runs past the door. 

   ***

After Casey and I got changed into our clothes, he wore simple jeans and a t-shirt and I wore my usual outfit of a short-sleeve button-up, black vest, brown pants, red headband, Locket, and of course my braces too (technically can’t live without them). 

“Do you want to drive, Cas? Or should-”

“I’m driving.” Casey grabs the car keys before I can. I sigh as I tug on my boots and bend over to lace Maria’s shoes. Maria pulls her backpack over her shoulders and I do the same

“Alrighty then,” Casey claps. “Let’s get goin' before I’m late to work.” 

“Where do you work again?” I say with confusion as he changes works every few weeks, he just got laid off from his car-washing job next to the big mall.

“Do you know the tattoo place near my old job?” Casey says as we walk out the door, locking it. “That’s my new job pays pretty well and it’s close to what I’m going to college for” I nod and head towards the car. Maria bounces next to me and I help her into the car, going to sit in the passenger seat. The drive is filled with Maria’s chatter until she gets dropped off at the elementary and the drive is silent until I get dropped off at my school. I reach over and hug Casey, waving goodbye as I walk out of the car and into the school.

        ***

5th period, the class I’ve been dreading, is the class where we have to test our powers you would think that using your powers would be easy but it’s hard to use powers if you don’t even know what they are, and only have had them for three years in which you’ve barely even used them so yeah, it’s pretty fucking unfair. The teacher tells us to get into groups and practice our powers on each other I don’t move only standing in my place as everyone else gets their partner, not having any friends yet as I just got to this school, I stand alone for while trying to not seem as awkward as I feel when all of the sudden someone bursts through the door loudly and all eyes are on her, as soon as we make eye contact I realize I severely fucked up, her memories start flooding through my brain; the worst of the memories are with her uncle. After the unfamiliar ache settles I break eye contact and quickly look away, I can feel her eyes on me as she walks over my face getting warmer and redder by the second. 

"What was that?" Oh shit, she’s talking to me. I can feel her eyes on me, my face getting warmer and redder by the second. 

“I um- kinda sorta usedmypowersonyou?” Way to fucking go Theo you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of someone who just had their mind involuntarily read. Iisus Hristos, Casey was right, I really need to work on my social skills.

“Well no duh dipshit,” She sighs mad obviously, “but what do they do?” Oh yeah, I guess that would make more sense but what do I tell her if I don’t even know myself? 

“Uhhh it depends, what I did on you was um- mind reading I guess?” This is so embarrassing I barely even know how to control my powers.

““You guess? What do you mean you guess? Do you not know what your powers do or something?” Her attitude is starting to get old. It’s obvious I don’t know what I’m doing. Joacă-te frumos Theo, don’t insult her, they taught you better.

“I mean yes and no? I know what some of my powers are, like mind reading and illusion but I don’t know if there’s anymore.” All of a sudden a small ache goes through my head. Shit, calm down. I start to hear her thoughts in my head. 

‘Of course, he doesn’t. This is fucking great! I have an amateur messing with my head and looking into my mind. I swear to god if he fried a part of my brai-.’

“Fuck off okay, I only got them a few years ago, excuse me for not being perfect.” This is what I get for trying to be nice, I should’ve known it would have gone this way. Why do I always fuck things up? I can feel the other students' eyes on us, on me. The girl takes a few deep breaths and clenches her fists. She glances around the room and asks a question in a, seemingly, out of character tone.

“Can we go outside, to talk?” She asks, gesturing with her hand to the door. 

“ I promise I won’t bite.” Against my will I let a small huff, thankfully not a full laugh.

“Sure” I hope she isn’t taking me out of the class to beat me up that would be a bitch to hide from Casey. She begins to walk back out of the door

“What did you see!?” She demanded much different than the tone she used a few seconds ago. I try and think of a sufficient reply that doesn’t reveal what her uncle did in a public setting.

“If you're talking about what your uncle did then yeah, I saw that.” She shakes her head, angry, disappointed, upset. I can’t tell. 

“That’s not specific enough. What exactly was he doing?” She says with a nervous(?) tone probably about the fact that she’s asking me in a public setting about what her horrible asshole of an uncle did to her sister

“I don’t think we should be talking about what he did in public setting,” I say reluctantly knowing what I have to think and say next, “But since you’re so insistent then I’m talking about him murdering your sister and most of the horrible things he did to you.” I shudder at the thought of what he put her through. She nods, shaking, this only making me feel even more horrible for what I did. 

“What do you want.”...Wait what? Why is she asking me that when I just severely invaded her privacy?

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? What do you want, money, service, a house?” She looks taken aback at my statement.

“What the fuck are you talking about!? The only thing I want is for you to leave me the hell alone!” 

“You’re the one who asked me out here!?” I say confused as this stranger is making no sense.

“Because I wanted to know what you saw! I wanted to know whether I had to worry about you opening your big mouth to say shit that you shouldn't be saying! So what do you want? What do I have to give you to shut you up about what you saw?” Wow rude I just offered her a house and she tells me to shut up, the hell up with her?

“You don’t have to give me anything! I feel bad enough about invading your privacy like that. If anything I should give something to you so that I’m not guilt-ridden for the rest of my days here.” She stares at me in shock

“Are you kidding?” What the actual fuck is she talking about? Why would I be joking about something like this? “Are you being serious, like actually?” 

“Yeah, Why wouldn’t I? I genuinely feel bad for doing that to you. Like I said can I make it up to you?” I’m already thinking of ways to make it up to her, maybe a house to get out of her uncle's house, yeah that would be good. She looks away from me and leaves us in silence for a second, she looks like she’s contemplating something.

“Just, don’t say anything. It isn’t your problem. You don’t owe me anything except your silence. Besides, I don’t take charity, from anyone.” 

“Fine, I won’t give you anything.” I lie, I already have a great house for her to stay at. Now I have to switch the topic before she catches on “But, could you possibly show me around the school? You don’t have to of course, it’s kinda weird for me to ask that of you now, sorry.” Omg, why can’t I just be normal for once, she’s probably going to refuse and I’m going to look like an idiot, at least she doesn’t look like she’s going to punch me again… Right? 

“To be honest, I don’t want to. I want to go . . . somewhere that isn’t here, and forget this happened. I want to wish you out of existence because I don’t like that you know what you know. But I will show you around I mean, because I'm not a total shithead, and the sooner you manage to navigate the school the more time you’ll be able to spend figuring out your mind power thingies, and that's something you're gonna need to do to survive here. Other people won’t be as chill about you getting in their minds. Got it?” Oh well, I guess she’s nicer than I thought. Also, I am completely under the control of my powers, kinda, the only reason I used them I cause she scared me by busting through the door like a brute.

“Yeah, I know I just wasn’t expecting someone to y'know break down the door in the middle of class, apologies for being surprised.”

“ I didn’t break down the door. I just closed it, a tad too roughly.” 

“You almost sent it off its hinges.” 

“Almost, I didn’t break it down.” Her sigh comes off as frustrated, I remember seeing one of the screws come loose, but I know this is an argument I won’t win, she’s way too încăpăţânat. I decide to change the subject so she doesn’t get mad, again.

“Anyways. Are you going to show me around now?” 

“Yeah, I guess. But we should go back to the classroom first. Tell the teacher what we're doing.” I completely forgot about that and the fact we were in public, my manners are getting worse, huh? 

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Let’s go.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” We walked back towards the classroom, and as we were entering I had a strange feeling, that much to her chagrin, this won’t be the last time we meet.

        ***

If you ever want to know someone's locker number to give them something special,  do not stalk them at every moment of the day because you’re too tâmpit to ask a teacher even though you probably could have come up with something and especially dont get caught by a teacher that asks you what you're doing and you can’t just say ‘Oh, Im giving this person a house because I found out their deepest secrets and trauma, and also want them to get away from their oribil uncle’ so you just say with a horrible suspicious stutter “I-um am uhhh giving her a love letter?” even though you’re gay and very much into men, and when the teacher turns away to go back to whatever they’re doing do infact, shove said house keys into her locker after lockpicking it and hauling ass towards your brother's car to save your dumbass from the crippling embarassment of that situation (also make sure your brother also isn’t a nosy bitch that asks you why you ran to the car redder than a fucking firetruck.)

[whattoputhere-hmmm]

This is the post on Facebook:

Friends and family - we cannot slow down now. We cannot lose momentum. Please continue to share this far and wide!

The media will eventually stop reporting and the world will soon get back to life as usual, while victims and their families will still be dealing with the aftermath. I know for us, we’ll be dealing with the aftermath of this tragedy for years to come.

Sage was in surgery for 9+ hours, with 3 surgeons working different areas.

They counted 21 holes in our son. 21.

He was shot 12 times and has 3 bullets remaining in his body.

There is a bullet hole entrance in his lower back, right next to the spine that grazed and traveled around his spine, knicked his kidney, traumatized the adrenal gland, lacerated his spleen, put a hole in his diaphragm, and ultimately ended up in the lung where it lodged itself, and ultimately collapsed the lung. Surgeon has no idea how the bullet missed his spine and traveled the way it did, but said he’d likely be paralyzed if it hit his spine. This bullet is still in his lung and will likely form scar tissue over it.

Sage sustained a shot to his left forearm, where multiple bullets went in, causing the bone to shatter. Surgeon removed all shrapnel in the arm, and Sage will be in a cast for healing.

Sage was also shot in the back of his right knee, significantly damaging an artery. Artery from his upper left thigh was harvested and used in his right leg. They clamped above and below the bullet, and the vascular surgeon then create a newly routed artery to save Sage’s leg. Due to his leg being without blood flow for about 10 hours, they made 2 deep vertical incisions on each side of his calf to allow for muscle swelling. Thankfully, at the end of surgery there was no swelling, so they stapled those incisions up. This surgeon did incredibly beautiful work on our son.

There are several bullets still in our son…

It was the first day back after winter break. The kids were excited to see their friends. Sage had on a new outfit and shoes from Christmas. I dropped the boys off at 7:10am; they like to get there a little early to hang with friends before school starts. Sage said he went to the bathroom when he got there, (and later told us he saw the shooter in the bathroom stall). Sage didn’t speak to him and said it looked like he was just sitting in there. Sage finished up and went to go sit with his friends at a table in the commons. He recalls his back facing the bathrooms and he was looking forward toward the gym. He recalls it being roughly 15 minutes from the time he left the bathroom, to the time the shooter came out of the bathroom.

He heard the first big shot, then a second. And it was with the second shot, Sage said he hit the floor. This child mustered up the courage to turn around and look to see the shooter holding a shotgun. With gunshots in his back, leg, arms, thighs, abdomen and chest; Sage got up and ran for his life on one leg down the hall the multi purpose room that is at the other end of the building. He said a window was shot out down there. Imagine how fast those bullets were coming out to shatter a window at the other end of the school… the same bullets that hit our son and other students at a much closer range.

Sage said he banged on the doors saying “help me, help me!” And a woman with red hair came and busted thru an exit door, loaded him up in her car and got him to our local hospital.

After dropping the boys off at 7:10am, I went back home to eat breakfast before logging in for work. at 7:36am I got a call from my middle schooler yelling “mom, there’s a shooter in the school - I’m running to Casey’s - come get me!” I could hardly hear his muffled voice and was in complete disbelief, saying “what are you talking about?!”

And with labored breathing and hearing him running in the background he screamed again “there’s a shooter shooting up the school, come get me!”

I told my middle schooler to stay in the phone with me until I got there. I grabbed my keys and fled. I picked up my middle schooler and the friend he ran with at about 7:39am and immediately asked “where’s your brother?!”

“I don’t know, mom.”

I began calling Sage - voicemail. Called again - voicemail. And again. And again. And again. And again. Voicemail.

The panic began to feel incredibly real knowing I still had a child in that school building. I drove to the front of the high school and was told many kids went out the back of the school and others ran to the armory. I rushed to the armory and my eyes scanned the cluster of children huddling together outside, looking for my son’s face. I couldn’t see it. A teacher came up, asking who I was looking for and I asked if they’d seen Sage. They said no. It was at this time, 7:42am - I got a call from my husband…

“Megan - Sage has been shot! He’s at the Dallas County Hospital - GO!”

And with that my heart sank lower than it’s ever been and panic set in. I whipped the car around and rushed to the hospital with my hand on the horn the entire time. My middle schooler and his friend later told me they were surprised we made it to the hospital in one piece. As we pulled up, myself, my son and his friend ran and banged on the locked glass doors of the ER. We were immediately let in and I said “my son is here where is he?!”

The woman said he’s here but she wasn’t sure what room he was in. She hit the button to open the ER doors and I hollered down the hall, “Sage!!”

And I hear - “Mom!!”

My baby was alive.

I walked in to see my sons body laying on a gurney; covered in blood and holes, and his face white as a ghost. His pants were cut off him and soaked in blood. I immediately grabbed his hand in mine and couldn’t stop looking at him. “Am I gonna die, mom?”

“No baby. You’re not gonna die. I got you.”

They sent a chopper to transport but by the time it got there, there were other victims - one that wasn’t stable and needed the chopper more. We waited about 5 more minutes and an ambulance showed up to take Sage to a Des Moines that could handle his injuries. I couldn’t ride with my baby because my other son and friend were with me. So the ambulance gave us a 10 minute head start to get there since it would take a few minutes to get Sage loaded up.

We made it to the hospital in no time - drove 90 the entire way and passed probably 30+ law enforcement and ambulances that were heading into Perry on our way out. Got to the hospital and they determined surgery was necessary. From there is when I really began posting the updates on Facebook.

Please continue to keep Sage and our family in your thoughts and prayers - as well as the countless other victims affected by this tragic event. Our lives don’t go back to normal just because the media stops reporting on it.

[yanderes-galore]

May I request a TMNT 2012!Raph with the reader's actual boyfriend (still dating before Raph took her) helping her make an escape attempt? Like they surprisingly get far enough to go up to the surface and hot wire a car but completely forgot about the Shellraiser so it kinda turns into a high speed chase in the middle of the night. When the chase is over, they're in deep shit. Especially the boyfriend. But if you can't do it because of the other requests before mine, it's alright ^^ Please take care, sweetheart! <3

He's the most aggressive of the turtles too 😰 Aged up, as usual!

Highway To Hell

Yandere! 2012! Raphael Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Breaking and entering, Implied murder, Jealousy, Possessive behavior.

"Go faster!" You cry to your boyfriend, looking out the back window. The large vehicle barrels towards you both at an insane speed. You needed to be careful.

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

How you got into this mess was a long story. A story showing how jealousy can ruin lives. How your life was stolen away by just one mutant.

Before you and your boyfriend got together, you were friends with a mutant turtle named Raphael. You had been saved by him and his brothers and managed to stay in contact. From what you knew of, you were close friends.

You visited often, heading into the lair to hang out with the mutants and their other two human friends, April and Casey.

Over time you then heard rumors amongst the brothers that Raphael had feelings for you. You could not reciprocate due to your own feelings but you found it cute. You never expected someone like him to be head over heels for someone.

You never fully accepted Raphael's advances. You just... weren't into him. Especially when your now boyfriend confessed to you.

Dating your boyfriend felt like heaven to you. While for Raphael, it felt like hell. He was heartbroken and enraged.

You thought Raphael could take the rejection well with help from his brothers and master. Sure, he'd be moody but you knew his heart and mind would be in the right place.

You were quickly proven wrong late at night with your window shattering.

"Just who does he think he is, huh!? Taking you away from me when clearly we'd be the better pair!"

His rage scared you. The mutant was strong and had lost it. You couldn't even talk him out of it when he pushed you against a wall so hard you blacked out.

When you woke up you were in a dark room. Restraints held you still, you only felt one presence in the room...

"Good to know you're awake. Now, let's talk about last night, alright?"

Your life was hell after that.

Silently, every night, you pleaded your boyfriend would help you. Raphael was delusional to the point of forcing you to love him. No one was happy in this situation....

You could only endure the forced affection and belittling for so long. He loved you yet hated you. You both had betrayed each other, that's why you were in the situation you were in.

Soon, you managed to find a beacon of hope. Just before your mind left you, you saw him.

Your savior... your angel... your boyfriend.

The one you truly loved.

"I've been looking everywhere for you... come on."

It didn't matter what you two had to do to escape. You were up for anything. Theft, violence, it didn't matter as you felt you endured worse.

Now here you were, in a stolen and hotwired car, fleeing for your life. Your boyfriend drove quickly through the dimly lit roads of New York. Trying his best to outrun the Shellraiser....

There was no doubt Raphael was in there.

"If we slow down even a little bit we may be crushed-"

A hook from the hulking vehicle behind you then shoots into the car. You scream as the shellraiser stops, pulling in your car slowly. Both you and your boyfriend panic before opening the doors and exiting.

"Let's go-"

"I knew I'd find you...."

You turn, fear on your face when you saw a furious Raph glaring at both of you. This was it, he could easily outrun you if you ran. You were caught... again.

"Now, (Y/N), get in the Shellraiser while I take care of HIM."

He gestures to your boyfriend.

"No...!"

"Then you'd like to watch?"

Raphael grins, eyes unhinged when he pulls out his sais. You know he was taught never to kill people... but with that look in his eyes-

You already knew what would happen next.

"Stay still and maybe I'll go easy on you...."

[yandere--stuck]

Grim - Yandere!Grimdark!John x Reader

[Warnings: Suggestive, graphic body horror, mentions of blood and gore]

---

John had watched you die. Not long after he had died himself. 

He had seen the dead body of his father, lying on the floor beside Rose's mother. The scent of wine mixed with the stench of blood and death, making the Heir wrinkle his nose in disgust.

He didn't know why he didn't cry. He didn't cry at a lot of things. He didn't know why. Maybe he never learned how.

Or, maybe, it was the comfort of your presence at his side. The feel of your arm brushing against his, the sound of your voice hitching in shock. Even if he no longer had his father…. At least, he had you.

Maybe Dave had been right, the game had been bad news. They probably shouldn't have played it. Really, it had only brought ruin into their lives - into the lives of all it touched. 

But it's not like they were the only harbingers of the apocalypse. And if you all hadn't played it… He could have lost you. It's not like he wanted to die, or that he didn't care about his dad or his friends, but you were the most important thing in the world to him.

Really, the main reason he had wanted to play was to finally see you, one on one. Rose was his best friend, but he felt disappointed that you weren't his server player, and jealousy at Jade being your client player. But, finally, to close the loop, he was your server player.

His excitement in seeing you, taking in everything about you, made him lose himself, and he ended up smashing his face against the screen of his laptop. The exhilaration and euphoria of seeing you and serving you almost overpowered the terror at the prospect of you dying, of you not making it to your planet in time.

But, you did eventually make it. The relief made John's heart burst with joy, hugging his laptop to his chest, trying to imagine the warmth of the machine was your own body heat. He made goo-goo eyes at you through the screen, resisting the urge to kiss the pixels that made up your form.

He had to continue making progress, but he was terrified of you getting hurt - so, he alchemized his glasses to include a screen that displayed your status in the game. This way, he could check up on you and carry you with him, outside of pesterchum, at least.

Vriska kept pestering him, eventually convincing him to fall asleep on his quest bed, saying something about "god tiers", apparently it was something even higher than the usual tiers on one's echeladder. 

The next thing he remembered was awaking on some sort of chess board-esque battlefield with some little chess guys on it. Luckily, he was able to borrow his dad's car in the meantime (good thing his dad had gotten on his ass about *finally* getting his driver's license… Though, did he really need one if he was controlling it with his new windy powers?) And he had even managed to reunite with dear, sweet, precious Liv Tyler! Though… She was a lot more robot-y than before.

The thought of sharing her with you made him absolutely giddy! And the idea of you being a co-parent to Casey… God, it made him smile so hard his face hurt!

And! He had even gotten a cool hammer! You'd certainly be impressed by his strength and his cool moves. John would prove himself to be a great, protective boyfriend for sure!

A looming darkness caught his attention, and he felt himself pulled toward it. It seemed to come from a large castle shrouded in darkness. It didn't seem to be natural, like from a thunderstorm. It didn't seem to be from a fire either, the darkness neither smoky nor smelt of burning. 

His eyes widened as he focused on something in the midst of the darkness - and he let out a gasp when he realized it was you!

He kicked into gear, rushing to meet you. You were dressed in your dream planet pajamas - and you looked so cute in them! As you turned, hearing him approach, he had to fight the urge to not fling himself at you, pulling you into a tight embrace as he spun you around in his arms.

He shook himself out of his daydream as you spoke to him, explaining that you had seen the darkness, as well, and wanted to investigate. It seemed to be coming from within the castle. Of course, John offered to accompany you inside. If anything went south, he'd be there for back-up!

He had to hide his grin and blush as the two of you ventured in, you sliding up beside him for reassurance. 

Walking through the cavernous halls of the castle, you were horrified to find the bodies of so many innocent people strewn about, blood and viscera covering the walls and floors. The bodies, as alien as they may have been, were clearly. This was a massacre.

But, beside you, John felt… Nothing. It was sad, sure, but… You were still alive. And that was all that mattered, really!

You jumped when you stumbled upon a living person, John moving in front of you protectively. You held your breath as the figure turned, revealing… 

Rose?

Though, she looked much different than what little you had seen of her. Her skin had turned a ghoulish gray, her eyes as black as night, and her eyes seemed to glow, illuminating her face. And a darkness seemed to surround her. It emanated off of her, stretching above her like tendrils.

Could… Could Rose have done this?

John seemed completely unfazed, greeting Rose with a wave, saying something about her "finally going grimdark."

Rose let out a noise that sounds something like a giggle, her lips quirking upwards. She tried to speak, but the words that came out… They weren't even words, you think. It sounded fuzzy, but also incredibly, painfully loud. It didn't sound like any noise a human could make, like TV static blaring in your ears, or switching through radio stations with no signals. It was suffocating and loud and- everywhere. It felt as though Rose's voice was everywhere, all around you, inside of you.

You were sure you let out a scream, but you only heard Rose's voice - even as you screwed your eyes shut and clamped your hands over your head, all you could hear was the noise…! It felt as though your ears were starting to bleed.

John's hands clamped down on your shoulders, bringing you back to the moment. You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling heavily as you tried to ground yourself.

Rose's eyes were full of guilt and concern, a pained expression on her face as she turned away.

As you tried to ground yourself and recover, you barely noticed John caressing your shoulder with a thumb. Nor did you see the deadly glare he sent to the back of Rose's head.

It's not like he didn't love Rose, but he loved you far, far more. If she ever hurt you again… He couldn't be held responsible for what he'd do.

The both of you followed Rose through the castle, the girl not able to bare turning around to face either of you. Still shaken up, you kept your head down, not wanting to look at the bodies or gore. John held you close to him, stroking your arms up and down to comfort you.

He had to fight not to smile, the feeling of your skin on his was electric.

Eventually, Rose guided the both of you out to a balcony of sorts - and you stopped dead, gasping in horror.

John's father and Rose's mother… Both dead on the ground. Murdered.

You couldn't help it, you turned to face John. The man's face was one of shock, his breathing shallow as he processed the scene in front of him.

His dad… He couldn't believe it. He had just seen him. He was right there… He felt his heart break.

Oh, and what was worse… You had to see something this awful! Oh, you poor thing! He had to get you away from here…!

But, everything happened so fast. All at once, a figure appeared - a man with the face of a dog and the body of one of the many, murdered chess people, armed with a sword. Instinctively, you stumbled back - and John turned, reaching out for you, terrified of losing you.

Before he could even call out for you, his words got choked up in his throat, replaced with nothing but blood. Pain exploded from his abdomen and his back, ocean eyes widening as they focused on the sword going straight through him. 

The figure pulled the sword free, the Heir grunting in pain as his organs were ripped apart, blood gushing from his open wounds. As John fell to his knees, trying desperately to hold himself up, he spat out blood onto the white, marble floor. Slowly, he sank to the floor, eyes growing dim as, in his last moments, he tried to find you.

---

Coming back to life, John found, was a lot like waking up - the slow awareness of consciousness, the disorientation. A sudden burst of energy hit the man as he felt himself be rejuvenated, colors exploding across his vision. He blinked as he regained his sight, the world fading in from white. He swiveled his head, trying to find you.

In the distance, he could see Rose and the dog-man battling over the battlefield, blasting off magical attacks at one another. His heart pounded in his chest. 

If she was there, then where were you?

Looking down, he surveyed the balcony. The body of his father, Rose's mother, and-

Oh. Oh, God. God, no, please!

The Heir felt tears strain at his eyes, his mouth pulled into a pained, horrifying grimace. He fell hard to his knees, kneeling above your body.

"No, no, please!" He choked out a sob. "Please, please, wake up!"

John clutched at your body, fisting the fabric of your pajamas in his hands as he shook you, desperately trying to get you to regain consciousness. He could feel his eyes and cheeks begin to sting with tears. His breathing was shallow and fast, having to use his powers to try to even it out.

He sobbed, all words incomprehensible by now. He let out sobbing screams as he clutched your body close to him, already feeling the warmth leaving you. He pressed, desperate, messy kisses to your lips and face - but, it was no use. Your real body and dreamself had both died.

He doesn't think he had ever cried before now. Only you made him feel so strongly. He loved you. He only loved you. He needed you. He couldn't lose you.

He couldn't.

Without you, life was meaningless. You were his only reason for playing this game. His only reason for doing anything - for living, for breathing. You were perfect. You were everything.

But, without you, there was no point. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

Grief and rage filled him to the brim. He grit his teeth and he screwed his eyes shut, eyebrows knitting together.

The air tasted of electricity, and without his knowing, the dark clouds that swirled from above dripped down and encircled him like an inky blaze.

And John let out a scream.

Or, at least, he had tried to. His cry had been cut off by inky, black tendrils forcing their way inside of his open mouth. The tentacles came from everywhere, from the gloomy clouds from above the darkness that surrounded the man.

The eldritch beings that had given the Lalonde her current state had felt power within John's rage and sorrow, as well. The outburst had drawn their attentions - feeding off the darkness within him. They would remake him in their image, as well…

John gagged as the tendrils snaked their way down his mouth and down his throat, his neck bulging from the amount of vines forcing their way down his throat. John could barely breathe, writhing in desperation to get air into his lungs. He tried to use his powers, trying to suck in air through his nose in an attempt to somehow get oxygen through the vines' air-tight hold in his throat - only to let out a strangled, muffled scream as tendrils slipped up into his nose, reaching up into his brain. 

If he could have, John would have gurgled or spit up around the tendrils, but he didn't even have the ability to do even that. The Heir's limbs spasmed as he tried to reach up to yank the tendrils out, only for more to snap the man's arms against his torso. Even more came to wrap around John's legs, restraining his legs and tying them together. 

More tears bubbled up from his eyes as he felt the tentacles curled around his legs, thighs, stomach and chest - almost caressing him, as if gently teasing him. The tender touches only served to contrast the agony of the tentacles spreading further into his body, ripping through his throat and into his stomach and intestines. 

The pain was so unbearable that if he could have, he would have puked, but the tentacles blocking his throat and mouth would have never allowed him to do so.

John swore he could feel himself bleeding internally, but in truth it was the feel of the darkness spreading all throughout his body, taking hold of him, corrupting him. He could the darkness clog his arteries, wrap around his bones, fill him up to the very brim with itself - somehow, despite the unknowable agony he was in, John had managed to stay aware, but only barely.

Until, the tentacles that had filled up his nose plunged deep into his brain. The man's body jerked wildly, twitching and spasming as the darkness overtook and corrupted his mind. Dark grey overtook and crawled up his skin. His dark hair slowly turned from his natural hair to a stark white. His eyes, forced to say open, lost their irises and pupils as they were lost in an impossibly bright, growing white.

As the tendrils finally burrowed completely into John's body, deep inside him - a horrible scream erupted from his body, making the ground below him shake and crumble, inky darkness flowing like smoke from his open, shrieking maw, now filled with fangs.

---

You awoke with a start, taking deep gasping breaths. God, your head hurt, and your back wasn't exactly feeling any better. Felt like you slept on stone… Rubbing your head, you looked down, confirming that you had, in fact, slept on stone. It had a distinct symbol on it, and looking at the front of your new outfit, it seemed to share the exact color and symbol.

You stilled suddenly, blinking, realization washing over you. An ominous presence seemed to loom over you, making a shiver crawl up your spine. You turned, and jumped in place.

It was… John. Or, what looked like John. He grinned, looking upon with an eyeless stare. It reminded you of how Rose looked before. Had… Had whatever happened to her, happened to him, too?"

"John… What's going on?" You asked, eyes flitting around in confusion. Somehow, John had taken you all the way to your planet after you…

You…

You died, hadn't you?

"John…?" You settled your focus back on him, letting out a gasp as he pulled into an embrace.

A rumble seemed to emit from within his chest… Was… Was he purring?

You settled into his hold, trying to hide your nervousness. "What happened back there? What happened to you?"

John's expression flickered to one of nervousness, before opening his mouth to speak.

You let out a yell of pain, the sound all too familiar to you. It suffocated you, overpowering even your own yelling, incomprehensible, ear-bleeding static that seemed to drill straight into your eardrums, into your mind, and your very being.

You had only realized John had stopped attempting to speak when he clasped his hands over yours, easing them from your head and holding them in his own. Whimpers bubbled up from his throat as he leaned forward, nuzzling you.

You laughed nervously, detangling your hands from John's to pet at his now-white hair. "It- it's okay, John. We… We just need to find out how to get you back to normal, okay? And then, we can get back to Rose and the others and-"

You were cut off, letting out a soft grunt as John pushed you back down onto your quest bed. A powerful purr rumbled from within him, leaning down to kiss and lick at your neck.

You were stock still for a moment, before letting out a shocked laugh, not knowing how to react. Your hands wormed your way to his shoulders. You chuckled, trying to push him off of you. "John, I- now's really not the time-"

In one swift movement, the grimdark Heir was able to pin your wrists by your head, letting out a playful growl as he straddled you.

"John…" You could whimper, voice dying out.

John only responded by diving in, kissing and licking hungrily at your neck and shoulders, occasionally pressing hungry kisses to your face and lips, swallowing your whimpers and moans.

John's purrs seemed to surround you on all sides as he dug his teeth into your neck, claiming you as his own.

[jerzwriter]

Simple Moments

Book: Open Heart (Non-Canon – Later in Book 2)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff – Syrupy even

Summary: Tobias has got it bad. After a ribbing from his brother, he hears a song that reminds him of Casey, and he rushes home to share it with her.

Warnings: None

Words: Approx. 1200

A/N: I heard this song playing and I was inspired. Every Time I Close My Eyes, Babyface. This is pure, unadulterated fluff. But it’s Valentine’s month, so why not? I love the love story between these two, I hope you enjoy it too!

A/N 2: I am also participating in this month’s @choicesfebruary2022challenge day 7 – Music.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

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“I can’t believe that you have a four-bedroom townhome, and your baby brother is in town for one night, and I’m staying at a hotel.”

“Whoa, hold on there!” Tobias smirked as he turned the steering wheel. “First, said baby brother shows up with one day’s notice. Second, he happens to show up on the first night I’ve had off work with my girl in over a week, and, third, if you stayed at my place tonight, I assure you, we’d be waking you with sounds you don’t want to hear.”

“Stop! Stop! Say no more. I’ll be more than happy at the hotel.”

“Yeah, especially since I’m putting you up at the Four-Seasons.”

“You did make a quality choice, big brother!” Jordan laughed. “Quite like your choice in women. Casey… she’s something else. But then again, she must be. It only took you 37 years to take you off the market.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “she is something else all right. I’m glad you got to spend a little more with her this time. Next time, maybe I’ll let you stay with us.”

“Ha, fat chance.”

The brothers continued to enjoy their conversation as they drove through the dark streets of Boston. The windows were down to take advantage of the warm breeze that evening. Every so often, the conversation would lull to listen to a favorite song playing on surround sound. Tobias closed his eyes to take it all on while stopped at a red light, and a smile crept across his face. If someone had told him where his life would be a year ago, he would not have believed them. He was broken from his reverie when the car behind him honked the second the light turned green.

“Hey, take it easy!” He yelled, looking in his rear-view mirror. “I was having a moment.”

Jordan laughed as he motioned to change the song that started playing.

“Just as well, this jam is too slow for right now.”

Tobias quickly pushed his brother’s hand away.

“Hey, I’m the driver. I pick the music. Besides, don’t change that song.”

“Why? Oh, wait,” his brother said with a shit-eating grin, “oh my God, is this your song or something? Jesus, T! What has happenedto you?”

“All good things,” he said, turning into the hotel's carport. “It’s not exactly our song, but, yeah, it reminds me of Casey. Now pause it so I can listen to it on the way back home.”

“I’m calling Ma. She needs to hear about this,” Jordan laughed as he jumped out of the car.

“Go ahead,” Tobias called after him, “You’ll make her night! I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning.”

“Yep, right before you make me get an Uber to Logan.”

“Screw you, J.”

His brother shook his head, laughing, “Love you, T. Even this new whipped version of you, man.”

“Hey, it’s new and improved!” He yelled as he drove off.

When he got to the next red light, he put the song back on, sitting back to reflect on the words. It was an old song. He was only thirteen when it was released. He recalled Tabitha Clark trying to get him to dance to it with her at their 8th-grade dance, and he refused. He laughed thinking about it now. Of course he wouldn’t dance to that song with her; this song was meant for only one woman in his life, and, right now, she was waiting for him back at his townhome. He couldn’t get there fast enough.

When he walked through the door, he could hear water running in the kitchen, and he rolled his eyes.

“Hon,” he yelled as he made his way there, “I told you to relax and not clean up.”

“It’s just a few dishes, and I was getting a little restless. I may as well make myself useful,” she smiled.

He stood behind her as she washed the remaining dishes and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him as he kissed the top of her head. Who knew simple moments like this could be so blissful?

“You’re always useful. Besides, that’s what that expensive dishwasher is for.”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “well, this dishwasher is cheap.”

“But not easy!”

Laughing, she turned back into his arms.

“It was nice seeing your brother. You could have let him stay here tonight.”

“And ruin our first night together in over a week? Hell no!”

He chuckled when he saw a tiny bunch of bubbles from the dish soap had somehow ended up stuck on her hair. He brushed it away and smiled, taken in by the glow on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. He hoped he would never take the way she looked at him like he was absolutely everything in the world for granted. He hoped she knew she meant that much to him. That’s when the idea came to him.

“Hey, come here,” he said, leading her by the hand to the living room, “I want to do something.”

“Baby, can I at least shower first,” she joked.

“Not that!” shot back, before turning to her with a devilish smirk, “Well... not now anyway. I want you to hear something. And you have to really listen to the words, OK?”

“OK.”

He set a song up to play on his sound system, explaining how he listened to it in the car on his way home, and he refused to dance to it with Tabitha back in the day…

“all because I was waiting for you,” he finished. “This song, it just says you to me.”

As the cords started playing, he extended his hand with a wink. “Can I have this dance?”

“Well, sure,” she grinned. “Since I’m not Tabitha!”

She fell into his arms, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as he held her close. He inhaled the jasmine scent in her hair, reveling in how lucky he was to have her. Forever grateful for the second chance she gave him, he vowed that this time it was forever, and he wasn’t screwing it up.

“Do you mind if I sing it to you?” He asked.

“Only if you sing well.”

“You’re about to find out.”

Pulling her in tighter, he whispered the words into her ear, holding her closer and closer throughout.

Neither moved when the song ended, continuing to sway in silence, unable to let go of the special moment they were sharing. Eventually, Tobias broke the silence in the most Tobias of ways: with a joke.

“Was I that bad?” He asked.

Casey’s giggles reverberated off his chest, then she turned up to look at him, her eyes glistening.

“No. You have a really great voice, T. And that was beautiful, all of it.”

He sat on the arm of his sofa and pulled her in front of him.

“Well, that is how I feel about you, every word. Tabitha had the audacity to think I’d ever dance with anyone else to that song. It’s obvious; I was saving it for you.”

Casey’s face morphed into a sweet smile, and she let out a soft snort.

“You know, Carrick, you didn’t have to do all this. I was going to sleep with you tonight no matter what.”

“Really,” he said with a roar of laughter. “I kind of figured you would.”

“But once again, you’ve proven that each new day with you is just a little more special than the last.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his giving him the tenderest, soft kiss. The smoldering inferno burning inside them would need to wait because this moment was about the tenderness of this beautiful thing they were building together.

“And now, we have our first song,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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[myonechicagoworld]

CHICAGO FIRE – LEADERS LEAD (S01E22)

Kelly Severide: A promotion, huh?

Tara Little: You need to stay away.

Kelly Severide: You get a promotion, and meanwhile, I could go to

                           jail?

Tara Little: Get away.

Kelly Severide: They’re talking about filing criminal charges. Why

                           the hell are you doing this? I didn’t do a damn

                           thing to you.

Tara Little: I said to stay away.

Man 1 (Shopper): Are you okay, ma’am?

Kelly Severide: She’s fine.

Man 1 (Shopper): Ma’am?

Kelly Severide: We both know nothing happened that night.

Man 1 (Shopper): Hey.

Kelly Severide: Tara!

                                        [car door shuts]

                                              cutscene

Matt Casey: I have a request.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah? What’s that?

Matt Casey: [groans]

Hallie Thomas: Jeez.

                                            [chuckling]

Matt Casey: We don’t move from this spot for the entire day.

                                        [kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: And you skip your shift?

Matt Casey: Hmm? I’ll just have truck pick me up here if we get any

                     calls.

Hallie Thomas: Tsk. I don’t think these boxers are going to stand up

                           against a fire.

Matt Casey: I’ll just call out orders from this spot. “Cruz, grab a 2 ½.

                     Mouch put down the sandwich.”

                                         [kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: At 24 hours and 1 minute, I wanna be right back

                          here.

Matt Casey: Deal.

                                            cutscene

                                        [car door shuts]

                                         [kissing sound]

Matt Casey: See you later.

Peter Mills: I’m happy for ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, me too.

Peter Mills: Are you?

Gabby Dawson: Without a doubt, yes.

                                [Mills & Dawson chuckles]

Peter Mills: Good.

                    So, um, this might be a weird time but um… I was just

                    thinking this whole two rent thing, it’s… it’s crazy.

Gabby Dawson: The two rent thing?

Peter Mills: I mean, you know, you’re basically living with me

                    already, and we don’t call each other to say, “Hey, I

                    mean are you home yet?” So… how about I give you

                    a key, we make it official, you move in? I realise…

                    that was the complete opposite of being romantic.

                    Um…

Gabby Dawson: No, no.

Peter Mills: No, look, I know I’m really, really bad at this. I-I keep

                    beating around the bush all the time. Look, I love you.

Gabby Dawson: Uh…

Peter Mills: I think we should live together.

Gabby Dawson: I’m…

Peter Mills: Oh, God. God, that was awful. That was really awful.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Yeah, it was.

Peter Mills: Look, take the time you need to think about it. Let me

                    know. No pressure.

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Christopher Herrmann: All right, hey! Peter Mills, hurry up! ‘Cause I

                                         gotta take your money after I finish with

                                         Cruz here.

Peter Mills: [sighs] Okay, duty calls.

Leslie Shay: What up, sunshine?

                                     [station alert and buzzes]

                                         [ambo door closes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Building collapse, 800

                  South Carpenter Street.

                                             [sirens wail]

                                           [horn honking]

Leslie Shay: He loves you. That’s great news, right?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Out with it. What?

Gabby Dawson: I… [groans]

                            I still haven’t come clean with him about Boden

                            and his mom. And it just… it feels like this dark

                            cloud hanging over us.

Leslie Shay: Over you, you mean?

Gabby Dawson: Well, to be fair, yes.

Leslie Shay: Okay. So repeat after me. “It’s not my business.”

Gabby Dawson: Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m serious. That is between Boden and what’s her

                     name.

Gabby Dawson: I just feel guilty is all I’m saying. A lie of omission is

                            still a lie. And if we’re gonna be getting this

                            serious…

                                     [sirens continue to wail]

                                     [indistinct radio chatter]

                                    [background commotion]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Chief. All the schools are on spring

                                                break, big party. We were here on

                                                D&D when we saw the whole thing

                                                collapse, one porch on top of

                                                another.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): There’s at least a dozen trapped.

                                                       Just tell us where you need us,

                                                       Chief.

Chief Boden: Get the surface victims first. Set up cribbing columns.

                        K-12, sawzalls to cut away the timber.

                        (into radio) Battalion 25 to Dispatch, we have a three-

                        story deck collapse, multiple victims. Give me an

                        EMS Plan 2 and two extra truck companies for

                        manpower.

Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that.

Woman 1: No! No, God! Oh, God.

Chief Boden: Ma’am?

Woman 1: Oh!

Chief Boden: Ma’am, stay back. Come back, come on.

Woman 1: No, let me go. Let me go!

Chief Boden: Okay. Look at me.

Woman 1: No.

Chief Boden: Look at me, look at me. We are gonna do everything

                       in our power to help your friend.

Woman 1: Paul. His name is Paul. He’s my fiancé. Tell me he’s not

                  dead. We were just talking [cries]

Chief Boden: Okay, Katie.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No.

Chief Boden: I need you to listen to me.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No. Please don’t say it.

Chief Boden: Katie, he’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Katie, you gotta stop. You gotta stop.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Okay?

Woman 1 (Katie): [grunts]

                                       [slapping sound]

Woman 1 (Katie): You did nothing! [cries]

                              You did nothing! [cries]

                               [sobs]

                                        - title screen -

                             [victims yelling in background]

Victim 1: [sobs]

Joe Cruz: I got one!

Victim 1: [sobs] I’m gonna die.

Gabby Dawson: You are not gonna die, ma’am.

                            You are not gonna die.

Firefighters: Watch that.

                      Yeah, I’ll get it.

                      You got it?

Gabby Dawson: She’s got an impalement in her chest and lots of

                            blood. We gotta get her free enough to transport

                            her and this piece of wood.

Victim 1: I can’t breathe.

Peter Mills: Take slow breaths, okay? Slow breaths. Slow breaths,

                     all right?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Hey. We got one.

Leslie Shay: We need some more hands!

Victim 1: I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna…

Gabby Dawson: Hey, what’s your name?

Victim 1: Valerie.

Gabby Dawson: Valerie, you’re gonna make it. You have to believe

                            that, okay?

Victim 1 (Valerie): Don’t lie to me. You’re not telling me how bad it

                              is.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Okay, Valerie. Keep still.

Victim: [whimpers]

                                       [saw whirring]

Victim 1 (Valerie): Aah!

Kelly Severide: All right, clear.

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s get her on the backboard! Now!

                                         [siren wails]

                              [monitor beeping slowly]

Gabby Dawson: Heart rate’s dropping.

                                  [monitor flat-lines]

Gabby Dawson: She’s crashing, Shay!

Leslie Shay: (into radio) 61 to Lakeshore, we’re coming in hot with a

                     trauma victim. 20 years old, impalement injury,

                     respirations are dropping.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that.

Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing] Come on.

Hallie Thomas: I need a crash cart. Call for respiratory and blood.

                          Let’s hang units of o-negative. Let’s get x-ray and

                          CT standing by.

                          Push an epi now.

                                      [pumping ambu bag]

Hallie Thomas: Stop compressions.

                          We got a pulse! Let’s get her into trauma! Let’s go!

                          Nice work, Dawson.

Leslie Shay: Wow.

                                               cutscene

                                            [truck beeps]

Mouch: Could’ve been a hell of a lot worse. Two DOAs and I bet we

              saved a dozen or more.

Joe Cruz: That right there is what it’s all about.

                                        [Japanese on TV]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

                                        Hey.

                                              [clapping]

Otis Zvonecek: What are you doing?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m supposed to speak to Luke’s class

                                        about fire safety. So I’m gonna rig one side

                                        of the house with flammable materials and

                                        then the other side with flame-resistant

                                        type stuff. Then, I’m going to demonstrate

                                        the difference. Kids are gonna love it.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh. What could possibly go wrong?

Joe Cruz: Guys, guys, I have an announcement to make. Please, I

                  need everybody’s attention. Today, I came across

                  something so upsetting that it literally shook me to the

                  core. I was in the laundry room. I was pulling my stuff

                  from the washer to the dryer, and I discovered these left

                  inside.

Everyone: Oh!

                  [chuckling]

Christopher Herrmann: Don’t look at me. I’ve been a fruit of the

                                         loom man since 1975.

                                            [laughter]

Mouch: 20 bucks to whoever finds the owner.

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

                                   [roaring with laughter]

Joe Cruz: No!

Matt Casey: First, they ain’t mine. Second, these don’t come down

                      until the owner steps forward. I can’t unsee this.

                      Someone has to pay.

Otis Zvonecek: He who smelt it hath dealt it.

Joe Cruz: You’re nuts. Those look like something that a Russian

                  would wear on his wedding night.

Otis Zvonecek: They’re not mine, but I will put my money on Capp.

Mouch: Keep deflecting, Otis. That’s a good strategy.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh! Whoa! Whoa!

                               [dog whimpering and barking]

                                    [extinguisher spraying]

Christopher Herrmann: Maybe I’ll just let the kids wear the oxygen

                                         mask.

                                    [extinguisher blows]

Woman 2: Excuse me?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Uh, I was wondering, um, do you guys allow kids in

                  here to take a picture on a truck or something?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, of course we do. Where are the kids?

Woman 2: Oh. Um, I’m just checking. Some other time.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay.

                                               cutscene

Chief Boden: You confronted her in a parking lot.

                                          [water running]

Kelly Severide: I’m facing criminal charges. Damn right I confronted

                          her.

Chief Boden: You are not helping yourself.

Kelly Severide: Chief, I did nothing wrong.

Chief Boden: You did today. You strengthened her case.

Kelly Severide: Whose side are you on?

Chief Boden: I am trying to help you here.

Kelly Severide: Well, it doesn’t feel like it. I’ll handle this myself,

                           thanks.

Chief Boden: No, no. You contact her again, you go within 100 feet

                       of her, you will force me to take away your Squad.

Kelly Severide: That’s your way of helping?

Chief Boden: Yes.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, Chief. Taking bets on the red skivvies from the

                           laundry. You interested?

                                              cutscene

Gabby Dawson: My dad used to tell me, “You have a choice. You

                            can either choose to be in a bad mood…”

Leslie Shay: Right.

Gabby Dawson: “Or you can decide to be happy.”

Leslie Shay: Where is this going?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, at first, I… I wasn’t sure about Mills, right? Was

                            he too young? Was I just rebounding? Did we

                            move too fast? But then I realised, damn it, he’s

                            good to me. Be happy.

Leslie Shay: So you love him ‘cause you choose to?

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] No. Because I do.

Leslie Shay: Aw. My little Dawson’s all grown up.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, shut up.

Leslie Shay: What about the mom thing?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

                                    [ambo door shuts]

                                [station alert & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Man down from unknown causes.

Gabby Dawson: Looks like it’s one of those days.

                                        [siren wails]

                         [thunder rumbling, siren blares]

Gabby Dawson: Hey there, bud. How you doing?

                            Hey.

                            His pulse is fast. Let’s sit him down and check his

                            heart rate. Come on.

                            All right.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Gabby Dawson: Here we go, bud. All right.

Leslie Shay: Okay… Virgilio Ventura. Welcome back, pal.

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: You had a couple cocktails today?

Leslie Shay: No, I think something a little heavier. What’s your

                      flavour, Virg? A little H?

                      Huh. He’s clean. What’s up with you, buddy?

Gabby Dawson: Okay.

                                    [monitor beeping rapidly]

Gabby Dawson: His heart rate’s racing at 150. He’s in SVT. We’re

                            gonna lose him if we don’t stabilise his rhythm.

                                             [shirt ripping]

Gabby Dawson: Cardioverting at 100. Stand back.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, wait! His ears. Look at his ears. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Shay, he’s got an electrical burn.

                                           [clothes ripping]

Leslie Shay: His shoe’s missing. It’s a third degree burn. He’s got

                     an exit wound.

Gabby Dawson: He was hit by lightning. We can’t shock him. His

                            heart’s had too much trauma. 6 mils of adenosine.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah!

                                   [monitor continues beeping]

Gabby Dawson: Hang in there. Hang in there.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

                      Ready when you are. On three. One, two, push.

                                          [monitor flatlines]

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [gasps]

Leslie Shay: Okay, it bought us some time. Let’s get him out of

                      here.

                                                cutscene

                                        [thunder in distance]

Christopher Herrmann: What is it?

Chief Boden: Ah, nothing. Rough shift.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

                                            [car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, what are you doing for dinner tonight?

                                         I’m doing all the cooking now that Cindy’s

                                         in the home stretch. So it’s either gonna

                                         be pizza or steak. It’s your call.

Chief Boden: Well, I can never turn down a Herrmann steak.

Christopher Herrmann: All right. Great.

                                         Bring the beer, all right?

Chief Boden: I will.

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Chief Boden: Thanks.

Peter Mills: Hey! Excuse me, Chief! Um, I was wondering, can I pick

                     up a couple shifts next week? Maybe pull 48?

                     These-These Squad classes are breaking the

                      bank, so… I just need the extra money.

Chief Boden: What did your Lieutenant say?

Peter Mills: Check with you.

Chief Boden: Well, we can make that happen.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Chief Boden: I’ll talk to second watch.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Kelly Severide: I’m not exactly one to sit on my hands, you know.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, well, you shouldn’t.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, well, that’s not what the CFD is advising.

                           I’m running out of options here, Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I

                     think that she targeted you specifically. She knew

                     your background, and she took what, all of two

                     seconds to start flirting up a storm? Anyone do a

                     background check on her?

Kelly Severide: I’ve-I’ve been on my heels this whole time, no.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, exactly. It’s time to turn it around, go on the

                      offensive.

                                       [car door shuts]

                                        [engine starts]

                                            cutscene

Gabby Dawson: You thinking about jumping?

Peter Mills: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: You made it.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, bearing carbs.

Peter Mills: I see.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

                                         [kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: What is it?

Peter Mills: You never answered my question. I know that I’m… I’m

                     moving too fast. I…

Gabby Dawson: Peter. I love you too.

Peter Mills: Really?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, really.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: I just got one question for you. Am I gonna have to

                            borrow Antonio’s pickup, or are you gonna help me

                            move?

Peter Mills: I will help you move.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

                                        [kissing sounds]

                                             cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey, man. Thanks for meeting me.

Antonio Dawson: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Kelly Severide: Tsk. Like I told you on the phone, I’m-I’m feeling out

                           of options.

Antonio Dawson: Well, it might be worse than you think. I called the

                               Assistant State’s Attorney. That Rutkowski’s

                               testimony landed, and they won’t be accused of

                               playing favourites for a firefighter. They’re gonna

                               approve criminal charges. I ran a background

                               check on Tara Little. She worked at an ad

                               agency. There were criminal charges filed and

                               then withdrawn.

Kelly Severide: Against her?

Antonio Dawson: No. A fellow employee there named Clay White.

                              There’s an address in there.

Kelly Severide: I appreciate it.

Antonio Dawson: If I was smart, I’d tell you to let a lawyer handle it

                              from here.

                                             cutscene

                                          [bell chimes]

Man 2: May I help you?

Kelly Severide: Are you Clay White?

Man 2 (Clay White): I am.

Kelly Severide: I was told to talk to you about Tara Little.

Man 2 (Clay White): A-Anything you wanna say about her, you can

                                 tell my lawyer. Now get the hell out.

Kelly Severide: It’s… it’s not like that. I-I need your help.

Man 2 (Clay White): I was a mid-level executive at Ramsey-Cole, a

                                  high-end ad agency on Michigan Avenue. Tara

                                  was one of 20 graphic designers we had on

                                  staff. Tara and I had hit it off. Was it

                                  inappropriate? She was game, and I wasn’t

                                  married. It was all consensual. We had some

                                  fun but went in different directions, ended

                                  totally civil. Then we lost an account. The

                                  rumour mill started flying about downsizing.

                                  Next thing I know, Tara makes a claim, says I

                                  took advantage of her, it was a hostile working

                                  environment. I was fired and ostracised by the

                                  whole industry.

                                  I’ve got an MBA [chuckles]

                                  And this is what I do to pay my mortgage. She

                                  got a nice settlement from what I heard.

Kelly Severide: Sounds familiar. Would you consider coming

                          forward?

Man 2 (Clay White): I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so she’d

                                  drop the criminal charges.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t answer my question.

                                              cutscene

Hallie Thomas: Let me take a look at him

Patient (Miranda): [winces]

Hallie Thomas: Wow. What happened?

Patient (Miranda): [sighs] I was texting on my phone, and I walked

                                into a damn tree.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, that’s a new one. All right, I’m gonna walk you

                          back to a bed, where we can get that thumb set.

                          You can walk with me?

Patient (Miranda): Yeah.

Hallie Thomas: No texting while you do it.

                                          [chuckling]

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

                           Thanks.

                                       [door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Hey.

Matt Casey: You used to always drop by the firehouse with lunch,

                      so… I’m returning the favour, if you have time.

Doctor (Margaret): Got you covered.

Hallie Thomas: Come on.

                                       [door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: I’ll show you around.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Hallie Thomas: We have five beds. But we can stuff eight in here if

                           we need to.

Matt Casey: All right.

Hallie Thomas: Um, a couple of visitation rooms, a couple of

                          offices. There’s where we keep the meds. This is

                          our bathroom. One bathroom, mind you, for all of

                          us, including the patients.

Man 3: Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, Steven Goody. He started the clinic. This is

                           my… this is Matt.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Hey. Nice to meet you.

                                        Listen, Hallie, do you think you could help

                                        us out on Sunday, maybe, uh, noon to

                                        5:00-ish? Dr. Arend can’t make it.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah, I think so. I just have to check my schedule

                           over at Lakeshore.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Great. Just let me know, okay?

                                        Nice to meet you, Matt.

Matt Casey: You too.

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

                                          [door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Huh. That’s weird.

Woman 3 (Bridgette): What?

Hallie Thomas: Uh, well…

Woman 3 (Bridgette): Oh, yeah, I know about this. I’ll take care of it.

Hallie Thomas: Okay.

Matt Casey: Everything good?

Hallie Thomas: Yeah. I’m starving. Let’s go.

Matt Casey: You really like it here?

Hallie Thomas: Yes. When I was away, I remembered why I got into

                           medicine in the first place. I remembered a lot of

                           things I wanted to reclaim for myself when I

                           returned.

                                              [laughter]

                                              cutscene

                                    [overlapping chatter]

                              [video game in background]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Herrmann Kids: Look it, look, look, right there.

Christopher Herrmann: I won! Yes! Turn that thing up. Screw the

                                         neighbours [chuckles]

Chief Boden: Uh, uh, no, no. Doing the dishes is my specialty.

Cindy Herrmann: You’re sweet, Wallace.

Chief Boden: Anyway, ain’t you supposed to be in bed?

Cindy Herrmann: You think I’m going to trust Chris alone with those

                               monsters?

Herrmann & Boden: [laughs]

Chief Boden: Get outta here.

Boden & Cindy: [chuckles]

                                     [glass bottles clinking]

Christopher Herrmann: So?

Chief Boden: So?

                       Okay. I, uh… I think I’m losing the respect of an

                        important man in the house.

Christopher Herrmann: Severide?

Chief Boden: Between this Benny and this Tara thing… I think he

                       thinks I’m the bad guy here.

Christopher Herrmann: Eh. What’s that you always say? “Leaders

                                         lead from the front.”

Chief Boden: Yeah. Sounds like me.

Christopher Herrmann: Up front can be lonely, that’s for sure.

                                        But… it goes with the territory, don’t it?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Thanks.

                                       [bottles clink]

Chief Boden: Again.

                                           cutscene

Matt Casey: Otis. Ready to lay claim to your undies?

                                          [chuckling]

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, you wish.

Mouch: Just come clean, Otis. No one will judge you. This is a safe

              room.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] You know what? No. I-I can’t stand to look

                           at these another shift.

All: Oh!

                                           [laughter]

Mouch: That’s it. Now I know they’re yours.

                             [station alert blares & buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Vehicle accident.

                                        [sirens wailing]

                                         [horn honking]

Woman 4 (Bystander): The Taurus there was just pulling out of the

                                       hotel parking lot, when, bam! The trailblazer

                                       hit it straight on.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Kelly Severide: We’re on the trailblazer.

                           He’s DOA.

                                           [indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Ma’am, try not to move until we get you collared and

                      braced.

Victim 3 (Lady): I need the report to say we’re just co-workers, and

                           we were coming from a lunch when that jackass hit

                            us!

Matt Casey: We don’t report that kind of stuff, ma’am.

Victim 3 (Lady): I gotta get out of here.

Matt Casey: Ma’am, you need to remain still.

                      I need that collar!

Peter Mills: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Struts, wedges, and cribbing. Stabilise that

                       car so you can get that woman out.

Kelly Severide: You heard him. Get that cribbing in place. Capp,

                           centre part!

                                        [glass shattering]

Kelly Severide: Get it piped down. How are we on the other side?

                                         [metal clanging]

Joe Cruz: Almost there.

Chief Boden: Good. Let’s cut that roof away.

                                        [machine whirring]

Kelly Severide: Watch for sparks.

                           Roof’s clear.

Christopher Herrmann: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Copy that. Flying in.

Kelly Severide: All right, you ready?

Leslie Shay: Take her out as straight as possible.

Victim 3 (Lady): Where are you taking me?

Gabby Dawson: Lakeshore.

Victim 3 (Lady): Will you call my husband and tell him you found me

                           by myself?

Gabby Dawson: Ma’am, you’re gonna have to take that up with the

                            doctors at the hospital.

Victim 4 (Man): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Hey, I’m gonna need you to cover for me for an hour

                           when we get back to the station.

Harold Capp: You got it.

                                            cutscene

Tara Little: You’re supposed to stay away from me.

Kelly Severide: Am I?

Tara Little: [scoffs] You’re finished. You hear me? I am about to

                   scream so loud.

Man 2 (Clay White): Hi, Tara.

Tara Little: [scoffs] He can’t. He signed…

Kelly Severide: A non-disclosure and confidentiality agreement?

                          What else can you take away from him? I checked

                          with the union attorney, and it turns out in cases of

                          fraud, the courts don’t care much about those

                          agreements.

Tara Little: Fraud?

Kelly Severide: Maybe we take you to criminal court, get testimony

                          on the record or you retract your lie, quit this job.

                          We never see each other again.

                                            cutscene

Woman 2: Excuse me.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Um, I was the one that asked about the pictures.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, yeah, of course. How are you?

Woman 2: Hi.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey.

Woman 2: Uh, this is my husband, Roger…

Christopher Herrmann: Hey Roger.

Man 4 (Roger): Hey.

Woman 2: And our daughter, Charlotte.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw.

Woman 2: Would you mind?

Christopher Herrmann: Naw, no. No problem at all. Come on

                                        Charlotte. I’ll show you around here.

                                        Come on.

                                        How old is she now?

Joe Cruz: One, two, three.

Woman 2: Uh, 12.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s incredible.

Joe Cruz: Tighter, tighter.

Woman 2: Yeah, plus today is her birthday. So here we are. She’s

                   really something.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Joe Cruz: Hey, one more. Let’s do one more. Everybody smile…

                  hold it.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, do you have a few minutes. Because I

                                        think we can do something a little better

                                        than a couple of photos.

Joe Cruz: Great.

Woman 2: Sure.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah? All right.

Woman 2: [laughs]

Joe Cruz: Get in there.

Woman 2: Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Chief. We got a kid’s birthday party in

                                        the common room, and they’d like to see

                                         you.

Chief Boden: You tell little Danny or Billy or Leo happy birthday for

                        me, but I have a mountain of paperwork that I need

                        to get through.

Christopher Herrmann: This one’s important, Chief.

Chief Boden: Okay, where are the other kids?

Christopher Herrmann: Well, it’s not that kind of party, Chief.

Joe Cruz: Later I’ll grab all the guys from the truck, take a picture

                 together.

Chief Boden: Hey.

Girl (Charlotte): Are you Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: Yes I am. And are you the birthday girl?

Girl (Charlotte): Yeah.

Chief Boden: And um, what’s your name?

Girl (Charlotte): Charlotte.

Chief Boden: Charlotte. And how old are you, Charlotte?

Girl (Charlotte): 12.

Chief Boden: Well, Charlotte, happy birthday [chuckles]

Girl (Charlotte): Do you recognise me?

Chief Boden: Um, I’m… I’m sorry. No, I don’t.

Girl (Charlotte): 12 years ago today, I was left on the doorstep of

                            this firehouse. He said you were the fireman

                            who found me.

Chief Boden: I always wondered what happened to you.

Girl (Charlotte): I was adopted. I live in Indiana now.

Chief Boden: Look at you. Don’t you look great?

Woman 2: She’s always wanted the truth.

Girl (Charlotte): When my mom and dad told me where I came

                           from, I had to come here.

Chief Boden: And I am very glad that you did.

Girl (Charlotte): Thank you.

Chief Boden: No, thank you, Charlotte. ‘Cause you have made this

                       Chief… a very happy man today.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay. Here we go.

All: Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday

       dear Charlotte; Happy birthday to you.

                                [applause and cheering]

                                            cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: You’ll still pay a $20 bounty on these briefs?

Mouch: If you’re ready to admit they’re yours.

Otis Zvonecek: You wanna know something curious? I looked at

                           the tag here. Interesting that they’re a Japanese

                           brand of underwear not sold in the United States.

                           Japanese. The same language you’ve been

                           studying.

Mouch: That… that doesn’t…

Otis Zvonecek: Japanese. The same proverbs you’ve been

                           spouting for weeks, one of which you used to

                           fleece me out of 20 bones.

Mouch: Fine.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles] Thank you… very much.

Mouch: [sighs] Go ahead. Go, tell everyone. Get a good laugh.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, I will. I will.

Mouch: I’ve been dating a Japanese woman. I’m doing everything I

              can to impress her, because quite frankly, I’m not getting

              any younger. Now, she mailed me the underwear as a gift.

              So that’s a good sign, right?

Otis Zvonecek: Wait, wait. Mailed? From where?

Mouch: Well, we’ve been uh… our relationship is, uh… we haven’t

              actually met yet.

Otis Zvonecek: An Internet girlfriend.

Mouch: I’ve talked to her on the phone…

Otis Zvonecek: Hmm.

Mouch: A lot.

Otis Zvonecek: Right, right. How much have you spent on her?

Mouch: Eh, not much.

             Yeah a little.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles]

Mouch: Please don’t bust my balls on this, Otis.

              Otis!

                                               cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, just the man I was coming to find. I don’t know if

                       you’ve heard, but miraculously, Tara Little has quit the

                       fire service and recanted her testimony against you.

Kelly Severide: Did she?

Chief Boden: What’d you do?

Kelly Severide: Well, I-I…

Chief Boden: You know what? I’d rather not know.

Kelly Severide: It was on the up-and-up, Chief. I promise you that.

Chief Boden: Kelly. Throughout all this, never doubted you. I want

                        you to know that. Just had to be a Chief.

Kelly Severide: I know. I appreciate it.

                                             cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Can we talk?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, not here.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Apparently, it happened during a time when your

                            mom and dad were already separated. Boden 

                            and Ingrid got together, but Boden backed away

                            as soon as he found out that your dad and mom

                            might reconcile. And I didn’t know what to do

                            with the information. And I didn’t think that it

                            was my place to tell you, so I just sat on it. But

                             the more I thought about how close you were 

                             getting, the more I thought that maybe I should-I

                             should just tell you, so…

Peter Mills: Boden and my mom? [sighs]

                    And you knew about this how long?

Gabby Dawson: Since the big banquet.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Look, I know I should’ve told you sooner. I know it.

                            But you have to see it from my point of view.

Peter Mills: Oh, do I? Is that what I need to do, Dawson?

Gabby Dawson: Peter, I’m sorry. If I’d have known you’d have this

                            kind of reaction, I would’ve just come right home

                            and told you then.

Peter Mills: But you didn’t, okay?

Gabby Dawson: I didn’t know.

Peter Mills: Yeah. I need to be alone.

                                [station alarm buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Building

                   fire, 3331 West Halsted Road.

Matt Casey: That’s Hallie’s clinic.

                                        [horn honking]

                                        [sirens wailing]

Matt Casey: Oh God.

                                   [indistinct radio chatter]

Kelly Severide: Let’s go! Why aren’t those hydrants open yet?

Christopher Herrmann: We’re gonna need this vented. Get that

                                         aerial to the roof.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): My partner, Barnes, he went in

                                                       further. He found a woman, but he

                                                       couldn’t get to her.

Matt Casey: Hey. Back door is there.

Kelly Severide: Fan out! Look for victims. I’ll stick with Casey.

                                           [coughing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs] I couldn’t reach her!

Matt Casey: Where?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs]

Matt Casey: Get him out of here!

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughing]

                                     [siren wailing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [groans]

                               [ambulance beeping]

                                    [car door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Fire department! Call out!

Matt Casey: Hallie!

                               [metal cage shaking]

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) This is an oven. Everyone out!

                                  [metal clanging]

Mouch: Hallie’s in there.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Who?

Leslie Shay: His girl.

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where are you?

Matt Casey: No! No! No!

                     [whimpers & groans]

                                  [wood creaking & splitting]

                                                [explosion]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where the hell are you?

                       (into radio) Casey. Casey!

                                       [explosion continues]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Talk to me. Where the hell are you?

Kelly Severide: We got her! We’re coming out!

Chief Boden: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Get oxygen on her and into the ambulance now.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): We’ll lead the way.

Matt Casey: I’m coming.

                                        [ambo door shuts]

                                             [sirens wail]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing] Breathe, Hallie. Breathe.

                      Damn it, baby. Breathe.

                      Come on! Breathe.

                      Breathe. Damn it, girl.

                      Breathe.

                                      [ambo door shuts]

                                        [sombre music]

Matt Casey: [sniffles]

                     [sobbing]

                     No!

                     No! [sobs & wails]

                                              - end -

Definitions:

D&D = Drunk and Disorderly

K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication

Sawzall = Term often used to describe any brand of reciprocating saw. These saws cut in a back and forth motion, similar to a handsaw that’s just downed four espressos

EMS Plan 2 = 5 Ambulances, 1 Paramedic Field Chief, 1 Deputy District Chief, 1 Command Van, 1 Triage Van, Media Affairs Unit

SVT = Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) is a condition where your heart suddenly beats much faster than normal

Cardioverting = An electrical cardioversion is a treatment which aims to get your abnormal heart rhythm (arrhythmia) back to a normal pattern. It’s done by sending controlled electric signals to your heart through electrodes placed on the chest

Adenosine = Used to bring your heart back into a normal rhythm

[kj-1130]

Listen to Me

Uswnt x reader

⚠️mentions of fighting/violence, cursing, Chad being an asshole, mentions of racism, homophobia, and sexism. Lemme know if there’s more I missed.⚠️

Main Masterlist

It was time for another camp. You were the last to arrive due to still being in school and having to be there as many hours as you possibly could.

So here you were in the airport walking towards a pissed off Alex Morgan and Christen Press.

The day before your flight to camp, you had gotten into trouble. Trouble meaning you got into a fight. And word got to your teammates.

“Hello my favorite, most amazing people in the whole wide world.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes and grabbed your suitcase before walking towards the exit with you and Christen trailing behind.

You lowered your gaze to the terminal floor. Christen tried to catch your eyes but ultimately failed and decided just to look straight forward as she talked.

“You know, you shouldn’t resort to violence, (y/n). I don’t know what happened but everyone’s pretty upset and disappointed right now.”

Ouch. The disappointment card. Just had to pull that one like you haven’t heard it just about everyday of your life. You were honestly confused if people were actually disappointed when they said it or just used it as a guilt trip.

The ride to the hotel was full of silence. And not one of those silences where you feel comfortable with the people you adore and love. It was one of those silences where it made you nervous and anxious. It made you fidget and uncomfortable.

Getting your room assignment, being with Tierna, you tried to book it up the stairs. That worked for all of five seconds until you were called into the meeting room.

You reluctantly stepped down and made your way to the space and left your suitcase by the door. In the room were almost all the responsible/‘scary when they want to be’ ones. Sitting down in a chair with a sigh, you looked down at your fidgeting hands and waited for someone to start talking.

The silence that filled the room was very tense. All that could be heard was the movement of your hands and breathing.

When you thought things couldn’t get any worse, the most mama-bear of them all, Carli, spoke up.

“You know you can lose your spot for stuff like this right? You got into a fight, this is not something you need to be taking lightly at all. I don’t care what caused it, but you need to fix whatever’s going on with your behavior and attitude because you’ve been off for the past few weeks anyway. If something like this happens again, we won’t hesitate to take some disciplinary actions ourselves. Am I clear, (y/n)?”

You mumbled ‘crystal’ and attempted to leave the room only to get pulled down by Ash. “Now do you wanna tell us what started the fight?”

You were honestly getting really uncomfortable. Any movement you were making at the moment was probably the only thing keeping you from breaking right now; the furrowing of your eyebrows, the rolling of your shoulders, scratching your arms, bouncing your leg. You probably looked crazy.

You shrugged your shoulders and started spinning in your chair.

Ash put her hand on it and prohibited it from being able to move. “That was not a suggestion.”

Sighing and dragging your hands over your face you told them, “A boy knocked books out of my hands and pushed me so I pushed him back. He didn’t like that so he threw the first punch and I wasn’t about to let him push me around so I beat his ass.”

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the full truth. Yes he did push you. And yes he did hit you first. But there was so much more to the situation than that.

“Look I’m tired and I have work I need to do. If you want to scold me anymore, just please save it for tomorrow.”

Honestly you had never run up stairs so fast. The situation was so awkward and the way everyone was staring at you didn’t make anything better. There was so much disappointment in their eyes.

It’s like what you do will never be enough for anyone.

-

The next day everyone came down from breakfast. You went to sleep after 12 due to having work piled up from your asshole teachers. It’s not like they grade half of it anyway.

You still didn’t understand one of the lessons so decided to watch some YouTube videos on it and take notes while eating breakfast. That also gave you an excuse to sit away from anyone who would possibly want to lecture you about your ‘reckless actions’.

You were the last one down. Deciding to already have headphones in—to ignore anyone calling your name—you grabbed your breakfast and sat down at a table by yourself. Pulling your notebook and pencil out, you started the video and took notes while eating.

You could feel their eyes burning holes in your head. You’d honestly prefer they just come ask what they wanted than staring at you like some museum exhibit.

You just ignored it and did your work. That was easier said than done as Casey came over, sat next to you, and snatched your earphones out.

“Hey!” You scrambled to pause the video so you didn’t miss anything. “I was watching that.”

Turning to Casey, you pushed your glasses up and gave her a look that said ‘can I help you?’

“Don’t give me that face. I’m not the one you need to be having an attitude with.”

“I-I don’t have an attitude though.”

“Stop talking.”

You purse your lips, nod your head, and start bouncing your leg waiting to hear whatever she wanted to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s been going on at school or at home but everyone can tell you’re on edge. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help anyone-”

“But I’m not isolating myself.”

“Interrupt me one more time, child.”

Casey was your first team mom. When you joined the red stars, she immediately took you under her wing and she became your mentor. The two of you worked well together and she constantly kept you on track. She was very nice but could be very strict when she wanted to be.

“All I’m saying is you’re making yourself look more guilty to them because you’re sitting over here looking like you’re all up in your feelings. You aren’t in your feelings. Right? Cause that’d be another conversation I’d have to have with somebody’s child and-”

You cut her off with your chuckle and shook your head. “Casey, I’m fine.”

She nods her head and contemplates for a few seconds, “Alright, come sit at the table with me then.”

“But I’m working.”

“Okay. You can work over there too.”

You simply watched as she grabbed your phone, notebook and breakfast to the table with a gaped mouth.

You blinked at her while she mouthed ‘come here’. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself out the seat and slowly made your way over. You sat down and reached out for your phone only for Casey to snatch it away.

“I need to do my work. What did you do that for?”

“Your work can wait. Socialize,” she said while putting your phone out of work.

With raised eyebrows you said, “Seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing you turned in your seat and played with your food. You’d honestly lost your appetite this morning; it was only 9 in the morning and people were already testing your patience.

You looked up and your eyes locked with Carli’s.

“Stop playing with your food, (y/n).”

You put your fork down and just got up to throw your food away. You couldn’t deal with this right now.

-

The two weeks of camp was boring and went by agonizingly slow. It consisted of pretty much the same routine; you’d do work after training, work during breakfast and spend any free days or breaks by yourself (occasionally with Tierna) in your room, on your phone looking at ways to improve and tricks to do.

It became annoying when all the vets constantly reprimanded you for the smallest of things. With Carli, it’d be ‘stop playing around so much’. With Alex it’d be ‘pick up after yourself’. Even Kelley was doing it for fuck’s sake.

You honestly couldn’t wait to leave and at least be somewhere where all the attention isn’t on you.

-

When you got to the airport, your girlfriend was there waiting for you. She pulled you in her arms and any leftover tension from the past two weeks immediately went away. She always knew how to make you feel better.

The two of you drove to her house and went over some school work before going to bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual routine between you two.

When the alarm went off in the morning both of you groaned. The school you went to was a total pain in the ass and regardless of what day it was, you could count on it to be an awful day. It was a predominately white school with only 2 percent being a person of color; you and your girlfriend being part of that 2%. Half of them were racist, sexist, homophobic, and just all around assholes.

Walking into the school building, you could immediately feel all eyes on you. Trying to get past it, the two of you just went to your lockers with your heads down.

“Aye! Look at me you freak!”

It was the same dude you got into a fight with last time(his name is Chad by the way). Apparently a black eye didn’t teach him shit.

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”

He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pins you to the lockers.

“You see my eye?”

“Yeah, you got your ass beat by a girl. What you gonna do about it?”

He punched you in the stomach hard.

“(Y/n)!” Your girlfriend. You looked up at her and shook your head signaling her not to get involved.

“Ima make you look worse than you made me-”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you failed, what makes you think it won’t happen again?”

Chad chuckles and shakes his head.

“You think you’re all that with that equal pay shit, and your racial equality and women loving women crap. Guess what you little bitch I’m going to end you and all those lesbians and gays and anybody else who thinks they deserve equality because you don’t. You don’t belong here. Just go kill-”

You kicked him in his balls, twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled it. When you heard that crack you smirked and leaned down to his ear.

“I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your racist, sexist, homophobic, buddies, but lemme tell you. You don’t own anybody nor are you superior to anybody. Do I make myself clear?”

He only grunted but you pulled tighter which made him yell out.

“I said, ‘do I make myself clear’?”

“Yes!”

You pushed him on the ground and walked over him to your girlfriend.

“Why in the world would do that? You know what they’re going to do to you. You might not even get invited back to camp!”

“Babe, calm down. I honestly don’t care at this point. And neither should you.”

“(Y/n) (L/n)! My office! Now!”

You gave her a kiss and walked away slowly.

“Wish me luck.”

-

“You seriously got into another fight! What is going on with you!”

It was the first thing you heard when walking into the hotel lobby. Literally everyone was there. From the youngings to the vets. Surprisingly, you were called back to camp, but you honestly think it was just so everyone could scold you. Carli was absolutely livid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything at the moment since you were so pissed.

Walking past the team, you attempted to make it to the stairs, only for Casey to grab the back of your shirt and pull you back towards the tables. She pushed you down into a seat and took your belongings away from you.

You tried to get back up but you were only pushed down again.

Carli bent down and stared you dead in the eye.

“What is going on with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What I did was what I intended to do. It was no mistake.”

Alex interrupted, “(Y/n), you don’t understand-”

“No you don’t understand!” You stood abruptly from the chair and slammed your hands on the table. The chair fell and it was absolute silence.

You’d never been so loud. You were always on the quiet side and this was the biggest reaction anyone had ever seen from you.

You were heavily breathing, staring at Carli, the adrenaline pumping through you.

“Did they tell you what he did to me?! Did they tell you what he calls me, my girlfriend and every other female, lgbtq member, or person of color in that school?! No! Because they don’t give a shit. And they won’t give a shit until it’s one of their kids getting hurt!”

There was no dry eye in the room. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath to calm down. In a lower voice you spoke.

“They don’t give a damn about my well-being so why should I give a fuck about theirs?”

Taking a few more trembling breaths, you wiped the tears off your face.

“So excuse me for being off for the past few weeks. This shit will take a toll on anybody. And you can cut the bullshit with the ‘don’t fight fire with fire’ cause that’s the only way something gets through those thick ass skulls. They don’t allow you to do it peacefully. They don’t allow you to educate them.”

You looked at Casey with tears in your eyes.

“I just wanna go to school and get an education and be treated like a normal human being. What’s wrong with that?”

Crystal came over to you and caught you before you fell. She lowered you both to the floor as you sobbed your heart out. You kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ into her neck between breaths as she rocked you back and forth trying to console you.

Casey and Christen were the next ones over, the latter rubbing your back while the other was trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears on your face.

“Shh, shh baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Soon, every member of the team was crowded around. Tears were streaming down everyone’s face. Their baby, only 16, was going through all this stress and pain. Because of something no one deserves.

You eventually calmed down after 15 more minutes of crying. You’d been transferred to Casey’s lap, and your team mom was trying to comfort you to the best of her ability.

Casey took your face in her hands and wiped all the tears off. “You don’t need to be sorry, alright? There was nothing you did wrong. Stop saying sorry.”

You nodded your head and she kissed your forehead.

Everyone was still crying or wiping waterfalls of tears away.

They watched as you got up and searched frantically for something. You got your phone out of your backpack and turned it on. While you were pacing, the Home Screen popped up and you quickly logged in to text your girlfriend. One, because you always text her when you get to the hotel and two, if Chad and his stickman buddies hurt her, you were absolutely going to lose your shit.

When you logged in to your phone, you saw she already messaged you saying that you should talk to the others.

“Kinda late for that,” you muttered.

“What did you say, hun?” Christen asked.

You just shook your head and texted her back.

Gf: I mean we could always try to talk to the board.

You: Or

You: We could go on strike.

Gf: I-

Gf: I’m done talking to you.

You: wait no! Don’t leave me.

You: I love you

You had a frown on your face when you put your phone away.

Casey pulled you back down into her lap. “What’s with the frown?”

You groaned and threw your head back. “She’s such an asshole. She left me on read!”

The team chuckled, glad to see you was somewhat back to yourself.

Your phone dinged and you pulled it out. She said ‘I love you too, weirdo’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone was thinking of what to do.

“Can we go on strike?”

“No!”

Casey flicked your ear for that.

Tobin spoke up, “Let’s create awareness first. Maybe identify the school board, post all the school’s faults on social media. I don’t know, just some ideas.”

Carli nodded her head. “Look, we’re here for you. For everyone in that school that’s been wronged. We’re gonna help you alright?”

You nodded your head and leaned back onto your team mom.

“And if all else fails, we go on strike.”

“Oh my god.”

—————-

Lowkey think this was trash but eh. I don’t really care at this point but uh this topic is very serious and what I put in here doesn’t even compare to what happens irl.

[nights-legacy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a headcanon of the guys from the 2003 series with their reader friend who plays Hockey with Casey, but he accidentally hits her with the puck. Please and Thank you! 😁

Here we go! I hope you like it!

Leo:

Loud chatter could be heard all through the lair as the entire gang was here. April and Casey had come over with food in hand while Y/N came only a few minutes later with new games, movies, and other things the boys had asked her to pick up. It wasn’t too long into the night that Casey had coaxed Y/N into playing hockey with him.

~

“Come on there, kid! You can do better than that!” Casey laughed as I tripped over myself trying to hit the puck.

“Give me a break! I barely know how to play!” I yelled back. I finally was able to get a good hit on it and got into a groove against him.

“Yeah, that’s it!” He praised. I was losing badly to him by the time 15 minutes had rolled by but I was still having fun. It was evident that Casey was really getting into it especially when the others started cheering us on.

“Not fair! Casey!” I whined after he did a fancy trick on me.

“Aw sorry princess.” He faux comforted me. I rolled my eyes but got ready. He began his move and took a shot. I was able to stop it and shoot it back. As he reacted, I noticed a change in his reaction and behavior.

“Casey…” I tracked his movement and saw him put his full strength into the shot. The puck flew into the air and straight towards me. My eyes widen and I dropped my hockey stick before curling into myself to lessen the blow. The puck slammed into my side, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

“Y/N!” I heard multiple yells. My knees gave out but I felt arms around me before I hit the ground. I gasped for breath while pulled me into his chest.

“It’s okay. Just try and take big breaths. No, no keep your back straight.” Leo softly directed me. I saw the other standing back but Casey was kneeling in front of me. He had a face full of worry and regret.

“I am so sorry, Y/N.” He said. “I let my head get to far in the game. I, I, I…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Casey. I know you didn’t mean it.” I said softly once I got my breath back. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

“But be more careful next time.” Leo said in a stern voice. I saw Casey look at him surprised and a little fearful. I knew that Leo had to be glaring.  

“Leo.” I warned and tapped his plastron. I heard him sigh and go to argue but I gave him a glare of my own. “Don’t think you don’t do the same thing with training.” He snapped his mouth shut and looked away, nearly blushing.

“She gotcha, Leo!” Raph laughed and so did the others.

“Shut up.” He muttered before burying his snout in my shoulder as they all walked away. “You’re okay right?” I nodded. “Good.” He kissed my shoulder before picking me up and joining the others.

 Raph: (Not really being hit but very close)

Raph, Casey, and Y/N were hanging out in an ‘Abandoned’ gym that the guys had turned into a big game room/gym/sports spot for the whole of us. Raph had called them both out, wanting to get away from his brothers for a few hours. He and Donnie had gotten into it and now he was beating the crap out of a punching bag while Casey and Y/N play some hockey.

~

“Wonder what they fought about?” Casey whispered while eying Raph. “Raph and Don don’t normally get into it.”

“Don doesn’t normally get into it period.” I saw twirling my hockey stick around.

“Hey, high sticking!” He poked me. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I gave him a shove.

“Just hit the puck, Ice head.” I sassed. He held up his hands before dropping the puck. We played for at least 20 minutes and Raph was still beating the crap out of the bag. I was growing more and more worried.

“Raph?” I stopped and called out to him. He slowly stopped his assault, laying his hands on the bag before looking at me. I gave a soft smile before I heard Casey yell. I turned just in time to see the puck coming straight toward my face. I duck just in time and felt the puck drag through my hair.

“Y/N!” I heard both of them yell as I fell to the ground. I sat there, hands planted behind me and breathing heavy. Casey and Raph both appeared in front of me. Raph reached for and inspected my face. Turning my head checking every inch for an injury.

“Raph, Raph. I’m okay! I’m not hurt, it didn’t hit me. I promise.” I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He let out a sigh of relief before placing his forehead on mine.

“Don’t scare me like that.” He whispered, pecking my nose. “And you! Be more careful!” He turned and punched Casey in the shoulder.

“Hey! I know, I know. I am so sorry, Y/N. I realized too late you weren’t looking.”

“It’s okay. I should have said something or at least waited until a better moment.” I said before standing up. They followed.

“I think that’s enough hockey for today.” Casey said picking up my dropped stick and walking to put away the equipment. I felt Raph grab me, turn me, and hug me.

“Softy.” I whispered. He growled and held me closer.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, pulling back a few inches. He looked down at me before a smile came across my face. “That was a nice dodge. Where did you learn such a move?” Smile turning into a smirk, I shook my head and laughed.

“Cocky little…” He covered my mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah. No cussing young lady.” He said in a proper voice. I narrowed my eyes before biting his finger. He yelped and jumped back. Casey burst up laughing as did I. Especially when Raph started pouting.

 Donnie: (Not really playing with him, but watching.)

The night was unusually slow and the guys had come home early due to no activity. Casey and Y/N had already been there for a while before the guys got back. As soon as they did, Mikey headed for the kitchen and Leo and Raph struck up a game of hockey with Casey. Donnie had stopped to visit with Y/N before going to his lab to finish off a project he had started before they left.

~

“Weak move, Raph!” Leo joked as the three maneuvered around each other. They were in the middle of an intense game. Mikey sat next to me, munching on a slice of pizza.

“You wish, Leo!” Raph dodged around his brother. I was really concerned for Casey playing with the two brothers but I knew he could handle them just fine. Raph made a goal and did a little dance.

“Whatever Raph!” Leo started the next play and just as Raph was about to make a move to steal the puck, Leo pulled a stunt causing Raph to land on his shell. The action did knock the puck away from both of them though.

“Playing dirty Leo?” Casey chuckled and stole the puck from a distracted Raph and Leo. He shot and scored in the goal. He was dancing while Leo and Raph started to get into it.

“You can’t leave it alone can ya Leo?” Raph growled. I rolled my eyes and tuned them out immediately and went back to the book I was reading when they got home.

“Immature….bull headed…”

“Stuck up…daddy’s boy…” A few words made it to my hearing every now and again. I lost track of the short time that passed until I heard Casey yelling and the others yelling for Mikey and me in panicked voices.

“What?” I looked up but cringed in pain when the side of my neck was hit with something hard. I choked and dropped my book. I reached for my neck and tried to breath in but couldn’t.

“Y/N!” I heard Mikey screech. I looked up at him panicked. His eyes went wider than they already were. “Donnie! Y/N’s hurt!” A crashing should came from the lab and rushed footsteps came my way.

“What happened?” Donnie demanded as he appeared in front of me. He looked at me intently and saw I was holding my neck. He gently removed my hand and touched the spot.

“Darling, you need to calm down. Try taking as deep as a breath as you can.” He said. He placed a comforting hand on my bicep. He took the other hand and placed a hand over my eyes. “Close your eyes and breath.” I followed his instructions and within a few minutes, I could breathe normally.

“Oww.” I flinched as he brushed over the spot again.

“What hit her?” Donnie turned to the others. Leo, Raph, and Casey all looked down in guilt.

“A hockey puck. Raph and Leo were fighting. So I decided to hit the puck at Raph’s head to break them up but instead it hit his shell and bounced off toward Y/N’s neck.” Casey confessed.

“I tried to get to her before it hit but wasn’t fast enough.” Mikey told him. Donnie sighed and shook her head. He looked at me.

“Come on. Let’s get some ice on it. Try to stop the bruising from being so bad.” I nodded as he picked me up.

“We’re so sorry, Y/N.” Leo said.

“It’s okay guys. There is always a chance of accidents. Plus, I had my head buried in a book and not paying attention.” I shrugged but flinched as the muscle in my neck were pulled. I set my head on Donnie’s shoulder as he walked back to his lab.

“My accident prone girlfriend.” Donnie teased.

“Hey!” I whined. He set me on the med table and walked over to the freezer to get some ice. “This wasn’t my fault I was just sitting there, not moving.” I crossed my arms and pouted.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled and came over with the ice and a towel. “You’re just so easy to tease and I love doing it.” He smiled, handing me the items. I pouted more.

“Shut up.” I whined, placing the ice on my neck, looking down.

“You’re cute. Now, how about you stay in here where there is no flying hockey pucks projectiles.” He handed me book and kissed my head. He went back to his work bench. I smiled and moved to his day bed, snuggling in and going back to my book.

 Mikey:

It was the middle of the day and it was boring. For everyone. Even Leo was bored out of his mind, bored enough that he couldn’t even concentrate on meditating and decides to take a nap instead. Y/N for once wasn’t entertained by watching Mikey play his video games. She noticed Casey playing hockey and decided to ask if he could show her. He agreed.

~

“Okay, now keep your eye on the puck.” He explained and moved towards her with the puck.

“Okay.” She got into a ready position and tried to steal it from him but instead missed and tripped. I caught myself before I could fall but groaned in annoyance.

“You won’t get it right on the first try sweetheart. Now come on try again.” He urged.

“I got this.” I pumped myself up and we tried again. We played for a while and I was getting the hang of it.

“Hey kid! You got a knack for this. With practice you could play professionally.” He smiled wide. I rolled my eyes before stretching my back.

“Haha, very funny. That is very unlikely.” I laughed and got back into ready position. “I can’t skate on ice to save my life.”

“There is more than just ice hockey.” He jested. I shook my head. We were about to start up again when it was Casey’s turn to trip due to a untied shoe lace. He bent down to tie and I relaxed. I spaced out while he did that. “Okay…”

“Y/N babe!” Mikey yelled at the same time. I got distracted for only a minute but that minute was enough.

“Y/N watch out! Crap!” A pain shot through my leg. I dropped to the ground grasping my leg.

“Princess!” Mikey yelled and I heard him coming over. I felt his arms go around my shoulders and under my knees. He picked me up and rushed over to the table, setting me down.

“I’ll go get some ice!” Casey nearly screamed and ran off.

“Oww…” I whimpered. Mikey moved back a little and gently grasped my leg. He lifted the pant leg and hissed.

“Ooo that’s gonna bruise pretty bad, babe.” He gave me puppy eyes. I whined and Casey came running back with a towel of ice.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I should have paid better attention.” He crossed his arms over his chest in shame.

“Hey it’s okay.” I assured him. I winced when Mikey set the ice on the already forming bruise. “This I think shows that I should have too.” I giggled. He broke a smile. “It was both of our faults.”

“It’s my fault too.” Mikey said whining. “I yelled and distracted you.” He huffed and plopped onto the ground still holding the ice. We all stood there and argued whose fault it was when Raph and a sleepy Leo.

“Do I even want to know?” Leo asked as we all went quiet quick.

“Casey and Y/N were playing hockey while was playing video games. After a bit I got bored and called out for Y/N thus distracting her from the game and Casey didn’t notice after getting up from trying his shoe. He then shot the puck without realizing I had distracted Y/N and the puck went flying into Y/N’s leg so Casey ran off to get ice while I got Y/N off the floor and now we are arguing whose fault it is.” Mikey rambled but told what happened perfectly. We all stared at him wide eyed.

“Yep. I didn’t want to know.” Leo shook his head.

“I thinks it’s my turn for a nap.” Raph groaned causing us to laugh out loud.

“I’ll get Don.” Leo said before turning on his heel and leaving.

[raph-and-spike]

Taking a Swim - Leo x fem!reader

request? yes/no 

I want a Story WITH LEO  It could be also nsfw. 😅🤤🤭 i'm a long friend of April and she make a Meeting between the turtles and me.Leo fall in love with me and dont know how he should tell me that.  We meet us in 4th July at first. Then its the 14.august and the turtles, April, casey and i go Swimming in a little sea... I hope you know the scenes,that i mean..  Have a good day 🤗😘 Nice wishes from germany

a/n: @tkappi I hope you don’t mind that I slightly altered it... I wanted the swimming scene to be a little more intimate ;) I’m sorry this request took so long!! Hope you like it <33 

warnings: NSFW...aka smut. Read at your own risk. For the sake of this being smut, both the reader and Leo will be 18 years old in this imagine. 

Finally, you thought to yourself with a smile of relief as you gripped the straps of your backpack on your walk home. It was summer–which meant you were free from school, free to do whatever you please for the next two and a half months. You couldn’t wait to spend everyday with your best friend, April O’Neil. The two of you had been best friends for as long as you could remember; you knew the redhead like the back of your hand. 

Though, summer didn’t end up going according to plan. Instead, you spent it calling April every morning and afternoon, asking to hang out. At first, she’d claimed that she was spending time with her aunt or hanging out with Casey. You believed her for a while, but once her excuses turned into not answering her phone, you began to get angry. It had already been the beginning of July, and the two of you had yet to hang out once! You’d had it.

Stomping on the pavement to her apartment, your mind raced with millions of different phrases you’d say to her. ‘Why haven’t you been answering my calls?’ was one. ‘Do you not like me anymore?’ was another. As you reached her apartment door, your heart raced through your chest as you brought your knuckles to the hard, painted wood. As it begun to swing open, you froze in your spot. 

“Raph, you could have just used the fire escape–”

You froze as a green figure stood in front of you, wearing an orange mask with matching nunchucks at its sides. You couldn’t move nor could you speak. You felt paralyzed.

“Uh, guys?!” It spoke. 

You looked behind it, two identical creatures standing next to April and Casey. You watched April’s eyes meet yours, her blue orbs widening in fear at your frozen figure. She wasn’t sure what to do or how to alleviate this situation. Panicking, she finally decided to pull you into her bedroom and tell you what she’d been hiding.

“We need to talk,” she stated calmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into her apartment, leading you into her bedroom.

Once she shut her bedroom door behind you, she took a seat on her bed. You couldn’t find the ability to sit, so you stood in front of her with your arms at your sides.

“I met them at the beginning of last year. My Dad and I...” she struggled for words, “we were taken by these alien robots, called the ‘Kraang’.”

You cocked an eyebrow, obviously thinking that she was making this up.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, Y/n, but you have to listen,” she begged.

With a sigh, you sat down on the bed next to her and did as you were told. She told you everything. From when they saved her, to when her father was freed and then mutated, how she'd been trained by her turtle friends’ father–a tall rat, apparently–to be a kunoichi, to their adventures saving the city from not only mutants, but their enemy named Shredder, as well. You had no choice but to believe the redhead. After all, you’d known the girl your entire life. 

“So, that’s why you’ve been dodging my calls?” you asked, rerunning the story she’d just told you over again in your head.

She nodded sadly. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, Y/n. I’m so sorry,” she admitted guiltily. 

You put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile. “It’s okay, April...just promise me that you won’t push me away like that again? I mean, we’ve been through everything together, you can’t get rid of me now with a few mutant turtles,” you said with a laugh. 

She chuckled before pulling you into a hug.

“Actually, the turtles, Casey, and I were going to spend the rest of the summer at the farmhouse, and now since you know about them...” she trailed off before a knocking on the door interrupted her.

“Can you two, like, hurry up or somethin’? Mikey’s eatin’ all the road snacks!” a voice yelled from outside the door.

She rolled her eyes. “Coming, Raph!”

She looked at you, raising her eyebrows. 

“You wanna spend your summer with a couple of mutants at a farmhouse upstate?”

After introducing you to the turtles, and quickly bringing you to your own apartment so that you could fill a suitcase with clothes and other belongings, all seven of you sat in Mr. O’Neil’s Volkswagen bus as Casey drove to April’s farmhouse. With Mikey pestering you with questions–and a certain blue-masked turtle telling him to leave you alone–the ride went by pretty fast. 

The house was beautiful. It was incredibly secluded and quiet, which you preferred much more to the loud, packed city of New York. 

Mikey offered to cook everyday, often switching with you whenever he was busy sparring with the others, or occupied with comic books. You didn’t mind it, cooking eased your mind. You’d offer to do the dishes afterwards as well. It wasn’t until Mikey had picked up a new compelling comic series, when you’d been picking up cooking and dish-washing duty almost daily. Leo noticed this and offered to help one night. You immediately accepted his offer with a blush.

You ordered him to dry the dishes and put them away after you washed them. It was a steady, easy system between the two of you. He’d ask you questions about your interests and hobbies, and you’d ask him about his. You noticed that he didn’t seem much interested in talking about himself–he seemed rather interested in your answers instead. Talking with Leo was easy. With him, you knew he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel uncomfortable. 

He easily became closer to you than the others, always making excuses to spend time with you, and even asking you to teach him how to cook. You taught him how to make homemade pizzas, much to Mikey’s dinner request, along with some easy pasta dishes. 

One night, as you slept on the twin bed in April’s old childhood bedroom, you felt a tapping on your shoulder. You sat up, peering into the deep blue eyes that still seemed so magnetic in the darkness. 

“I want to show you something,” he whispered. 

Butterflies swarming in your stomach, you grinned.

Quietly tip-toeing down the creeky, aged wooden stairs and out the door, he gently grabbed your hand and began leading you through the grass. Once the two of you headed toward the edge of the forest, you frowned.

“Why are you taking me into the woods?” you asked, suspicion in your voice.

He stopped, a dreamy smile on his lips. “It’s going to be good, I promise.”

You chewed your lip hesitantly, causing his invisible eyebrows to knit together. 

“If I gave you one of my katanas, would you feel safer?” he asked, skillfully pulling the blade out from its sheath on his shell. 

You gladly took it, gripping the wrapped hilt as he lead you deeper into the forest. The broken twigs, rocks, and rough roots weren’t gentle on the bare soles of your feet, but your excitement and nervousness distracted you from it.

At last, a large clearing with a wide pond stared back at you, entirely lit by the large moon in the sky. Your jaw nearly dropped at the beautiful sight in front of you, tossing his katana onto the ground whilst you stared in awe. 

“I found it yesterday,” the blue-masked turtle explained briefly.

You hadn’t noticed that he was staring at you, wondering how the girl of his dreams would react to his discovery.

“Leo, it’s,” you struggled for words, “’incredible’ feels like too small of a word to describe it,” you admitted. 

He chuckled. “I know what you mean, that’s how I felt when I first saw it too... It’s–”

“Perfect,” you finished.

He gazed at you as if you were a star–no, that’s too small. He gazed at you as if you were an entire universe; he felt like a small, floating asteroid compared to you, an entire universe. How were you so perfect? How was creation able to give you such beautiful features, a personality sculpted just for him? Dissecting your mind all this time while the two of you spent so much time together made him realize just how much he’d fallen for you and how much he adored you. 

You watched him as he stared at you intently, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Leo?” you asked hesitantly.

“Can I, uhm, may I...kiss you?” he stuttered, attempting to raise his shoulders back confidently as he waited for your response.

You felt your cheeks turn crimson. With a slow nod, you moved to fill the space between the two of you, watching as he stared at you in awe. Within seconds, he pressed his lips against yours. Surprised, you nearly pulled away before melting against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes. He didn’t attempt to move his lips, after all, he had no experience with kissing whatsoever. You took the initiative to begin moving your lips slowly, knowing not to introduce your tongue just yet. Your lips moved gently against each other’s, and you’d never felt closer to Leo. 

Pulling away to catch your breath, you turned your head toward the pond, and back at Leo. Getting your drift, he grinned, shrugging his other katana off before jumping into the pond. You looked down at your pajamas. Deciding not to get them wet, you slowly pulled your pajama top off, revealing your bra to Leonardo. He watched from the water, cheeks pinker than you’d ever seen them before, as you began to pull down your pajama bottoms. You stood in the cool, summer night air, nearly naked, before jumping into the water with him. With a shriek at the cold temperature of the pond, you attempted to swim toward him before he moved away.

“I have sort of an...issue; we should probably keep our distance,” he admitted, his cheeks still blushing profusely. 

You cocked a brow in confusion. “What?”

He made a downward motion with his head, before it hit you. Your own cheeks flushed once more.

“Well,” you began, slowing making your way toward him, despite his warning, “we can...fix that, if you want.”

You watched as his blue orbs widened, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

“A-are you sure?” he asked, looking bewildered, shocked that someone as beautiful as you would ever want to do something like that with him. 

You nodded, closing the space between the two of you and forcing his lips against your own. This kiss was incredibly different than the first; it was needy, it was desperate, as if you couldn’t breathe without him in between your legs.

You didn’t waste time introducing your tongue, feeling him do the same as your lips danced sloppily against each other’s, begging for a release of tension. He leant down, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist. You easily leant into him, the water helping hold you up, as you felt his hardened length brush against your clothed core. You moaned against his lips, grinding your heat against it. Growling, he brought his hands to your bum, ripping the fabric of your panties off. You gasped, feeling his hands squeeze your bare ass and push you further against him.

With ease, due to how wet you were, he was able to slide his length into you. You groaned, feeling him fill you up.

“Is this okay? A-am I doing this right?” he asked, his voice breathy and raspy.

“Yes, Leo, move,” you begged, resting your forehead against his. 

He thrusted hard, causing you to nearly scream. He continued to thrust, every stroke going deeper and deeper until he developed a steady rhythm. His thrusts quickened as your walls began to clench, grasping onto his plastron as you felt your climax nearing.

“Leo, please,” you groaned, shoving your head into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your moans into his skin.

He thrusted even faster, squeezing your ass against him as your hips met his movements. Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax hit you, body spasming against him as you felt his own hips still, his cock spurting inside of you. Your body fell weak against him as you felt him gently pull out. He moved his hands to your back, stroking the soft skin whilst he held you against his chest.

The two of you rested there, basking in the moonlight, warm skin pressed against each other. It was then, that Leo knew he was in love. 

[elladescent449-artspace]

Resignation : It's time. She did so much and went nowhere. And when she finally did achieve something, it wasn't what she thought. It wasn't what she needed. So many people got hurt. People who didn't deserve it. So now... she's resigning.

Foot Recruit’s whole body strained under the weight. Her hands began to spasm and she released the stone on instinct, letting it fall back down the two inches she had yielded with a heavy thump. She let out a groan of frustration and tried again. Foot Recruit placed her palms on the side of the stone slab, using the friction of her hands to hoist it up enough for her to slip her hands beneath it. The gravel of the stone cut against her palms but she ignored it. With a strained cry she was able to pull it up to her knees. She could feel the veins in her neck popping out under the pressure, her knees shook under the weight, and then her hands began to cramp again. When the muscles from her pinky all the way to her forearm spasmed , Foot Recruit couldn’t control when her hands let go. She staggered backwards at the sudden release of the weight, tripping on her own feet and landing on her butt with a heavy thump.

She sat there for a moment, staring at the fallen piece of concrete before her. Foot Recruit stood suddenly, maybe she could punch through? She had crushed bricks in her hands plenty of times. Her fist hit the stone with a dull thud. She threw the next few punches rhythmically, her hands pounding against the solid surface like she had practiced in her early days of training. Not even a crack was forming, she gritted her teeth as she adjusted her stance. Why couldn’t she do this? Recruit increased the pressure of her breath, hitting harder. Why was she doing this? No cracks. She began uttering short shouts, her teachers had called them Kiai when she was younger, increasing the pressure even more, hitting harder and faster. Why was she ever a part of this?! A collage of imagery from the last few hours cycled in her mind and her blood boiled. With a strangled cry she threw her whole body into the punch, her fist hitting the stone with a crack.

Pain shot through her like a bullet. With heavy breaths she ripped her fist back, opening and closing her hand to try and numb the throbbing pain. She slowly brought her eyes back to the fallen stone. Only the corner, amounting to about three inches, crumbled away from the mass.

She screamed and cursed, kicking the corner of the stone with her foot as she cradled her fist in the other hand. Why couldn’t she do this? Why couldn't she do this?

A strained groan that wasn’t her own pulled her from her infuriated kicking. She staggered up the stone slab, falling to her knees at the hole.

“Comrades, hold on! i’m-” Recruit’s breath hitched as she tried to hide the stagger in her voice, “i’m close to getting you out!” The Lieutenant had already passed out, but his Brute second in command was still conscious. A pool of sweat, mixed into mud from the dust and gravel had pooled beneath his head. Foot Recruit could see his shoulders shaking from the momentous weight that he had been holding for hours now, attempting to keep it from crushing his and his comrades bodies.

He only nodded with a short gasp, he didn’t have enough strength to talk anymore.

Foot Recruit ran back down to a different side of the wall. Maybe it was the angle, if she could just get another angle she might be able to lift it up.

~~You can find my work on A03 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/30623072 or read under the cut for more. :)

She pulled it up again, slowly getting the slab back up to her knees and akingly brought it up higher than she had before. She cried under the weight as she got it up to her waist. Recruit could feel her bones rattle and her guts shake against the strain. It hurt. It hurt so much but they were her comrades, she had to do this but it was hurting so much. And then it became weightless.

She quickly adjusted to push the stone slab up and over, throwing it away from the pile. She turned to her right. The red turtle.

“I, uh…” he walked over to the next stone slab. “I saw you run off and I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” With a gruff breath he hoisted it up, forcing it over to the side. His ninpo had long since faded away, leaving only his red wrapping and bandages around his hands and feet.

She doubted his sincerity, finding it more likely that she hadn’t run off to commit any crimes against humanity, but ultimately she said nothing. With the largest of the stone walls no longer obstructing the rubble she was able to begin removing some of the smaller stones that had piled up around. She spoke between gritted teeth as she pressed herself against a stone. “This,” she rolled away a stone the size of the red turtle, “is none of your concern.”

The turtle rolled away one of the shredded pieces from Draxum’s giant, “I figured you needed the help.”

“I don’t need your charity,” she snapped. She found a large piece lodged awkwardly in the rubble. A quick scan of the mess rewarded her with a jagged pipe that she was able to stab beneath the stone and roll it away. “I was doing perfectly fine!”

“Uh-huh,” he hefted up another large slab and set it on his shoulders, “hey! Come get your buddies out!”

She left her stone, running over to jump into the hole. She hadn’t expected for it to be cleared so quickly. She lifted the Lieutenant by the shoulders and urgently dragged him away from the rubble, he was like a ragdoll, limp as his head hung loosely. Recruit lowered her head to his face where short, labored breaths brushed against her ear. He was still alive.

The turtle trudged next to her with the brute leaning on his shoulder. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Foot Recruit slipped her arms under the Lieutenant and lifted him up vertically against her chest as she stood. She took his wrist and slung his arm over her shoulder and leaned down to pull him farther over her shoulder. She straightened, holding his slung over wrist with her other hand that was over his leg.

“We’re taking these guys to a hospital or something, right?” The turtle had the brute on his back, holding his arms under his legs and leaning forward to keep the Brute from falling off.

“You need not concern yourself with the affairs of the Foot Clan!” Recruit begins to stomp off, the foot Lieutenant slung over her shoulder like a ragdoll, she only glanced behind her to make sure that the red turtle was still behind her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to carry the Lieutenant and his comrade by herself.

Foot Recruit knew of a Hidden City exit that would take them topside, she didn’t want to risk running into the police on one of the mainstream exits, she didn’t know if they knew about the foot’s affiliation with the shredder.

She traced along the side of an alley wall, glancing around the corner to see if there were any official looking people in uniform.

“So, uh…” the red turtle started, “my name is Raphael, my friends call me Raph.”

No police in sight. She darted from the alley to the next, repeating the procedure faster than before until they arrived at the end of the street. Raph followed close behind, moving almost as stealthy as her despite his bulky form.

She spun her head around quickly to make sure that they were still in the clear. The street was surprisingly empty. Even though it was night time, the yokai city was always bustling with activity. But now it seemed to be… abandoned.

Foot Recruit moved to take a step but was snatched by the back of her uniform and pulled into a shadow. An officer flew over them, quickly disappearing from view over the rooftops.

She batted his hand off with a huff and darted across the road.

She heard the turtle sigh behind her as he followed, “a thank you would be nice.”

“I saw him coming before you did, so thanks is unnecessary.” She slowed her pace when they stepped onto the bridge, bouncing the Lieutenant on her shoulders to improve her fireman carry.

“Right…” she could practically hear his eyes roll. “It was Cassandra, right?”

She snapped her head around to look at him, “don’t say that!” She nearly tripped over her own feet with how fast she turned her head. Foot Recruit quickened her pace into a jog.

Raph cocked an eyebrow, “what? Cassandra?” He kept up with her, and asked awkwardly with a matching smile, “would you rather me call you Casey?”

“No!” She ducks behind a dumpster just as a police balloon drifts gently above. “Do not say my name! Period!”

“Why?” He whispers, crouching besides her, “you said that was your name.”

“Shut up!” She follows the blimp in the sky. One of its riders held a speaker in their hand, the siren squeaked to life as they conveyed a message: “Citizens of Yokai City, please remain in your homes until further notice. This is not a test. At 9 pm this evening there was an attack on the city, please remain within your homes until further notice.” Foot Recruit cringed. Of course, no wonder the streets were empty.

Raph nudged her shoulder and pointed to a kiosk across the street. They darted across as the blimp riders turned their backs. “I’m just trying to make conversation,” Raph argued, she could sense a bit of annoyance in his tone, “you’re one of the Mad Dogz now, we’re friends-”

“Shut up, shut up!” She balls her hand into a fist and pouches the wall next to them as she turns.She points a finger into his chest, “I don’t know you, so don’t say my name!”

“But-”

“Why would I want to be part of your Mad Dogs clan, the Foot clan was able to succeed where you continued to fail. You idiots couldn’t even-” She cuts herself off with a choked noise. Raphael looks at her with an expression of hurt compassion as he gently places a hand on hers. She rips her hand away and turns, stomping off again as he follows close behind.

>With A lot of NYC in shambles and it being past sundown, topside is confused enough to let Raph drop off F.Brute off at the hospital entrance

She checked around the corner one more time before she approached a set of metal doors. With the Lieutenant still on her shoulders she fit her fingers between the crease. She strained, and it slid open a little in her grasp as she strained, but Raph’s wrapped green hand fit between the space she made, prying it open all the way almost effortlessly. She huffs again, leaving him to follow her as she enters.

A layer of dust rises under their feet as they enter the old shaft. Creaking wooden stairs filled with rot april above them, leading to a dim blue light above.

“This is the way you wanna go?” Raph steps out of the way of a steady water drip. He cranes his neck to look up, following the hazardous stairway with his eyes.

“Did you happen to bring your blue friends teleporting sword?”

“Don’t you know the Foot Clans teleporting spells.”

“I-” She grits her teeth. Foot clan members don’t learn magic until they reach the rank of Sergeant. The implications and reality of it all flooded her with a mix of emotions, too many for her to deal with right now. “Just follow my steps, and don’t fall behind!” She yelled with a snap before she darted up the stairs with her comrade in tow.

Her clan used this tunnel frequently, especially when they wanted to avoid the authorities of the yokai city who didn’t take kindly to the clan's activities. It was old, and at one point a decent construction shaft for New York’s industrialization, but once it had been claimed too hazardous for the humans work it was used as a more private route in and out the cities.

Recruit looked over her shoulder. The red turtle, or Raph, she remembered, was matching her pae perfectly, darting up the decaying steps with ease.

They reached the top of the shaft and exited into the open night air.

~~~

It was almost easy. With New York covered in rubble, and its residents confused as to how it got there, they were both able to walk right up to the hospital's E.R. doors.

Raphael gently placed the brute by the door. “I’m uh, gonna go now.”

“Thank you.” She mumbled. She saw the turtle smirk quietly just as he turned and jumped away, leaving her to enter the hospital alone.

It was easy to get her comrades admitted. She just told the frost desk that she had found her “uncles” under some broken piece of a random building (that pretty true) and they rushed the two of them away.

She waited for a bit, unsure whether or not she should follow. But after a few hours of pacing and sitting she just barged into the clinic.

It wasn’t hard to find them.

The room was dimly lit, every surface sickeningly white with tubes and unlit monitors decorating the walls. Brute was sitting up, his legs hanging off the bed as he leaned on his knees and facing his partner, he had a bandage around his head and a cast for his arm, but nothing else. Lieutenant wasn’t as lucky, laying almost flat against the bed with a neck brace and a brace on his leg.

Brute noticed her and turned to face her, “well look who it is! The General who pulled us out of the muck.” There was no maliciousness in his voice. He sat with a smile on his face, motioning toward her with his uninjured arm.

She stood stiffly by the curtains of their little corner. She wanted to grab it, and feel the materials between her fingers but she fought off the desire. She just… stood there for a moment, feeling like she was shrinking as the Brute watched her from his bed.

“Is something wrong?” The Lieutenant’s voice was ragged. He pried himself up on his elbows, looking her over carefully.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again before closing her eyes. She gently, slowly, lowered herself to her knees and bowed. “It is with a heavy heart that I must-” Foot Recruit fought back a choke, “resign from my position as General of the Foot Clan.”

Brute was startled, taken aback and stealing a look at his partner who sat beside him. The Lieutenant was equally shocked, but cleared his throat to speak.

“General…” he paused before turning to his partner. With a whisper he asked, “general? When did that happen?”

Brute matched his whisper, “right before you blacked out, Shredder promoted her right before he ditched us.”

The Lieutenant's eyes looked side to side as he searched his brain. He mouthed ‘oh’ as the memory stuck him and he straightened. He slowly sat himself up completely, wincing in pain as he brought himself up to sit straight. He cleared his throat.

“General,” she hesitated to look up, quickly wiping away the tears that clouded her vision as she rose from her bow. “Are you certain of this choice?”

She furrowed her brows as the pain welled inside of her chest.

“You have been… a dedicated member to our cause for many years.” The Lieutenant held almost a sad look, maybe… regret? “Once you resign, by our laws, you will be banished from our group forever.” She knew this. Case knew this, because she had studied it tirelessly for more than a decade, ever since she was seven, ever since she had been accepted. “You will be denied from entering our grounds, stripped of all rights and titles, and dead to our clan.” He steeled himself, “are you certain of your choice.”

Her throat tightened. Recruit squeezed her eyes shut, allowing her hot tears to cut down her cheeks. She sucked in sharply with a pained gasp. “My sensei’s, I yield my title willingly and surrender my place in the Foot Clan.”

“As Lieutenant of the Foot Clan, I accept your resignation and strip you of all rights and titles,” he sighed before softening his voice, “and return your name.”

She bowed deeply once more before standing. “Thank you, Foot Lieutenant, I accept my name, Cassandra Jones.”

The Lieutenant sighed, and there is a moment of quiet as Casey fights back her tears. He looks towards his comrade before looking back to her. “Cool, but was that really necessary?”

Recruit- Casey looked up. “What?”

“Look, I get the whole rights and titles thing, but technically the Foot Clan has already been dissolved and abolished, since like… almost a year ago, right?” Lieutenant looked over to his companion.

Brute folded his arms and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, last November.”

“November, right,” the Lieutenant lowered himself back down to his bed. “We’ve never been too uptight about the rules, kid. No need to get so worked up.”

“This was my life.”

The Brute looked towards her again, and the Lieutenant lifted his head up to meet her gaze.

“This was my life!” She stomped, bringing her hands up to rub through her hair fuzz, “how can you just-” the words cut in her throat. She tightened her fists and rage boiled inside of her before she just screamed in frustration. “I gave everything, and did everything you asked. I was devoted, more devoted than Joselyn! I worked so hard!” Her voice was breaking, and she could feel the stares from the other residents of the clinic but she didn’t care.

“Kid, we’re in a hospital,” the Foot Brute yell-whispered at her, but he held a look of sympathy.

“We’ve already moved on,” the Lieutenant says sharply, silencing her. “I recommend you do the same.”

She wants to scream again, to stomp, to break a desk, to toss a bed (it didn’t matter if it was empty or not) or flip one of the hospital's cabinets. But she doesn’t. She opens her mouth to say something, she wants to do something to make them understand or for her to understand… but she doesn’t. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I wish you a speedy recovery,” Cassandra’s voice wavers painfully, “and I wish you the best. Goodbye, my sensei’s.” And then she leaves.

She doesn’t register her walk home. She doesn’t register the air, or the people, or even her feet as steps over concrete. When Casey finds herself at the door to her apartment, she doesn’t remember how long she had been standing there, and it feels like it takes hours for her to slip her key into the lock.

She takes a Kunai from her back pocket, slowly tracing it down her arms and legs and throat, allowing the traditional Foot Clan uniform to fall in tatters around her feet. She practically rips away her toga and pants, throwing them to the side before stepping into the shower and turning it on its coldest setting.

[marvel-wlw]

Another Survivor (2/?)

Claire Redfield x Ada Wong x OFC

Requested by: @blackwidowfan517

Request: Maybe for part 2 of Another Survivor it could about Maya and Claire entering the hallway from the Reception area where they found two dead officers that were killed by a Licker before continuing on until they arrived at the West Office where they took care of the zombies and explored the office. Maya would find her desk and solve the puzzle to unlock it and found an upgrade part for the Samurai Edge. (Maybe add a scene where Maya finds a spade door and made a comment saying, "Huh...what a weird fucking door.") And as they explore around other rooms, Maya and Claire would get to know each other better and Claire would learn that the jacket Maya was always wearing had originally belong to the reader. (Maybe add a flashback scene where the reader gave Maya her jacket?)when they arrived at the men's locker room only to find that the path to the shower room is blocked off by hot steam and Maya would make a comment saying, "Aw, come on! Seriously, who's the jackass that fucked this place up?" And Claire would find a portable safe box and she would try to solve it but has no luck until Maya quickly solved the puzzle and opened the safe box. When Maya and Claire head up to the 3rd floor, that was when they saw a glimpse of the Licker passing by the window and on the way down the hall that was when Maya had noticed a note left by David regarding the Licker and she would read it. And when they entered the storage room, that was when Maya found another note written by someone else, which would cause Maya to frown a bit when she realized the note was possibly written by Chief Irons as she kept the note with her before leaving the room with Claire as they entered the Library where Marvin would contact them via radio, telling them to meet him at the Main Hall. (Maybe add a scene where Claire was about to check out the room that leads to the Main Hall on the 3rd floor but the bridge that leads to it broke down cause Claire to fall but Maya quickly managed to grab her by her wrist before pulling her up to safety?)After getting the Unicorn medallion and the red book, Maya and Claire would head back to the Main Hall where they learn from Marvin that Leon was outside in the Courtyard waiting by the gate on the East Side.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Resident Evil.

Part one

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Resident Evil.

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You Want S.T.A.R.S.? I'll Give You S.T.A.R.S. series.

A/N: I hope you guys like it! 😊 This gif isn't mine, credit goes to whoever made it! Also italics will be used for flashbacks or thoughts and also notes.

Maya slowly walked ahead of Claire, gun held in front of her just in case. They enter the hallway from the Reception area, what they saw made them freeze as their blood ran cold from the sight.

As they slowly made their way closer Maya knelt down next to the body of one of the two dead officers.

"Oh god." Maya whispered in horror. She stood up and looked at the dead officer that was hanging from a pipe. What the hell could've done this?

Taking a few deep breaths Maya and Claire continue on. After they climbed through the window and landed in another hallway they quickly take out some zombies in their way.

Once the coast was clear Maya let's out a sigh. She looked over at Claire. "You okay?"

Claire nods. "I'm okay, you?"

"I'm okay." Maya gives Claire a small smile.

Maya looked around and noticed the West Office. "Let's check of the West Office, see if we can find anything."

Claire nods in agreement. The two of then carefully enter the office and taking out the two zombies in the room. Once the zombies were taken care of Claire and Maya walk around the office.

That was when Maya found her desk. She tilts her head to the side slightly as she noticed there was some sort of puzzle that she she had to solve to unlock her desk.

Sighing she grabbed the note and read it. Once she did she quickly solved the puzzle and unlocked her desk. When it was unlocked she found an upgrade for her sister's Samurai Edge.

She smiled and put the upgrade on her Samurai Edge. Maya began to walk around the office a bit more and that was when she noticed the door that most likely lead back to the main hall.

But the door had a spade symbol on it. She tried to open it but it was locked. "Huh... what a weird fucking door."

xxxxx

As Maya and Claire explore around the other rooms, they both got to know each other better.

"Nice jacket." Maya said to Claire.

She smiled. "Thanks, Chris gave it to me." She looked over at Maya. "I like your jacket too."

Maya looked down, she smiled. "Thanks, (Y/N) gave it to me. It was her jacket."

xxxxx

Maya took a deep breath and knock on the door to her sister's apartment. Both Hailee and (Y/N) had shared the apartment but when Hailee was killed (Y/N) was moving in with Jill.

Maya understand when you were moving. Too many painful memories, even though they were all good memories, it would've been hard to stay in the apartment.

(Y/N) opened the door, she gave her younger sister a small smile and let her inside. Maya could tell she had been crying by how red and puffy her eyes were.

Once the door was closed (Y/N) went over to Maya and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I wanted you to come over because I wanted to give you something."

"Sis, you don't need to give me anything." Maya tried to tell her.

(Y/N) just gave her sister and smile. "I want you to have this and I'm not taking no for an answer." She grabbed the gift and went over to Maya, she held it out to her.

Maya looked at it before looking back at (Y/N), she nods and motions for her to take it. Sighing she took the gift, it was in one of those boxes you would get from a clothing store.

She slowly opened the box and gasped when she saw what was inside. She looked at (Y/N) before taking out the jacket. It was (Y/N)'s favorite jacket, there wasn't a moment she hadn't wore it.

"But sis, this is your favorite jacket... I can't accept this." Maya tried to hand it back to her.

(Y/N) shook her head. "Maya I want you to have it, please."

She knew there was no way out of taking the jacket, sighing she put on the jacket to try it on.

She looked at (Y/N) who had a smile on her face. "See Maya, it fits you perfectly!"

xxxxx

Claire and Maya slowly make their way into the men's locker room only to find the path to the shower room is blocked off by hot steam.

"Aw, come on!" Maya groans. "Seriously, who's the jackass that fucked this place up?"

While Maya was opening one of the lockers Claire had found a portable safe box. She tried to solve it but she didn't have any luck.

"Hey Maya take a look at what I found." Claire called over to Maya.

Maya walked over to Claire, curious as to what she found. "Hm, let me see if I can solve it."

Claire hands Maya the portable safe box. After a little bit Maya was able to solve the puzzle and open the safe box.

When they make their to the third floor Maya had noticed something on the desk. She went over to it and saw a spade key.

"This will definitely come in handy." Maya grabbed the key and handed it to Claire.

Claire and Maya walk through the door but freeze when they saw something pass by the window. After a few seconds they continued on.

When they went down the hall Maya had noticed a note. She went over and read it. It was by someone named David.

To any survivors,

Consider this a gift for anyone still unfortunate enough to be alive.

Keep your eyes peeled for thise creepy fucks that looked like they were skinned alive- "lickers," we call 'em. They're blind as bats, but their hearing more than makes up for that.

So long as you don't run around like a total idiot, guns a-blazing, you should be able to slip right by them... probably.

Either way, make like my grandma and creep around as slow as possible around 'em, yeah?

Anyway, not that I wanna go, but duty calls. That, and I've got a friend to avenge. - David

"So those things are called Lickers. Good to know." Maya shows Claire the note.

The two of them walked into the storage room. By the look of the room both Maya and Claire to scrunch up their noses.

Walking through the room Maya had found another note. But this note was written by someone else.

Damn those corporate assholes! They cut me off! After all I've done for them! But if that's how it's gonna be, so be it. I'm gonna have a little fun of my own as the world goes to shit.

I boarded all those filthy pigs up in a steel pen, and set some C4. All I gotta is detonate it and it's "sayonara suckers!"

But it's no fun if it's over too soon, so maybe I'll give that one raving loon something to really squeal about.

Yeah, maybe I'll give him a little toy and tell him, "Kill the guy next to you and I'll spare the others." I wonder what he'll do.

You yell about "justice" and "pride" but how many times did you go against me, your own superior?

Yeah, you're such a good cop... So good you had to die.

Man is this fun. I need some music for this.

After reading the note Maya frowned a bit once she realized the note was possibly written by Chief Irons. She decided to keep the note with her.

Soon after Maya put the note away, her and Claire left the room and entered the Library. Suddenly the radio went off and they heard Marvin. He told them to meet him back at the Main Hall.

Claire walked towards the door on the left. "I'm going to check of what's behind this door real quick."

It all happened so fast. As soon as Claire set foot on a certain part on the floor it broke. Causing Claire to fall but Maya was right behind her and she quickly managed to grab her by her wrist. Maya quickly pulled Claire to safety. But Claire ended up landing onto of Maya, their faces were so close together.

"Y-You okay?" She asked Claire, Maya started to become flustered by the position they were in.

She nods, blushing. "Yea... yea I'm okay. Thanks Maya."

Maya blushed even more. "D-Don't mention it."

After Maya helped Claire stand up they both went to get the Unicorn medallion and they also found a red book. Once they had those two things they started to head back to the Main Hall.

"Hey you two." Marvin greets them, trying to hid his pain. "Look at this."

Claire and Maya look at the camera feed and they're really relieved to see Lean. "Well shit. He finally made it." Maya said.

"You two know him?"

Claire nods. "That's Leon Kennedy."

Marvin nods. "Ah, the other rookie. I thought he looked familiar." He move a bit. "He's at the gate on the East Side."

After Marvin told them how to get to the East Side gate Maya and Claire give each other a smile before making their way to meet up with Leon.

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 10

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 1,088

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: I’m back! Sorry, I had catch up on school work but luckily I have a week off now so more time to write. We’re also nearing the end which makes me really sad lmao (if you have any requests or suggestions for other things to write about let a girl know lol)

I felt like adding more to the diner staff because it’s meant to be like a family but you only know some names and that Sam is the best character here- Caleb as Mother Gothel is my new favourite thing btw I have way too many Willex/Tangled headcanons for no reason lmao

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Part 1 here   Part 2 here   Part 3 here   Part 4 here   Part 5 here   

Part 6 here   Part 6.5 here   Part 7 here   Part 8 here   Part 9 here  

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Y/N absent-mindedly stirred a cup of coffee, staring into space as her co-workers observed her from afar. “Is- is she okay?” Sam whispered to Noelle who turned to glare at him incredulously, “You’re not serious, are you? She looks like her pet hamster was just taken for ransom and killed right after she handed over the money- what do you mean is she okay, of course not!” Sam raised their hands in defence, “Alright chill, I was just asking because if were to ask her I would straight up die. You girls are fucking scary.” You could almost hear the snaps of necks as all the female staff turned to glare at them. Noelle jabbed her finger into their chest, leaning close to their face. “Now you listen to me, Sammy, you haven’t seen scary and you best hope you never do. Now stop gawking and do your work!” She stepped back and went to pick up an order from the counter. Sam gulped and looked away, “That was kinda hot. Scary, but crazy attractive…” Casey raises an eyebrow and steps away from her observing point, “Okay, we get it, you’re a simp, get back to work before she actually gets mad.” Sam nodded frantically, saluting her before running to take orders.

Casey sighed, “I’m like a single mother but without the commitment of having real kids.” She turned to look back at Y/N, “And now time to sort this mess out.” Casey made her way over to the counter and started messing around with the ketchup and mustard bottles, “So, Doll, you gonna stay here feeling sorry for yourself or tell me what’s going on with you?”

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Y/N sat in the break room, after hours once again due to Caleb. “Okay, Y/N, we’re gonna fix this, we’ll sort it out just fine! The only problem is the whole possession thing, I have no clue how that stuff works. If I can find a way around that then we should be fine…would an exorcism work?” Y/N tenses when she hears chuckling from behind her, “I hope you aren’t planning on getting rid of me, Diner Gal.” She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, all the tension flooding out of her body, “Hey, Leather Boy. No, I’ve got other ghostly problems other than just you.” Reggie frowned, he may be an airhead sometimes but he liked to believe he was at least a bit perceptive of other’s emotions so he decided to try and cheer her up anyway he could.

Reggie gasped, raising a hand to his heart feigning offence, “Are you cheating on me? I thought I was your only ghost problem.” He started panicking when he saw her shoulders start shaking, was Y/N crying? How do you comfort a crying girl and not make her even more upset? “Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Y/N quickly turned to look at him, “Sorry? For what? Oh” “Okay, so not that perceptive with emotions…” He muttered to himself, Y/N furrowed her eyebrows but shrugged it off

“Anyway, what are your ghostly troubles? Perhaps I could help since I do happen to be of the ghostly variety.” Y/N hesitated before blurting out her troubles, “OkaysotheresthisweirdghostmancalledCalebandhespossessingCalandIdontknowwhattodosoifyouhaveanyideasonhowtohelppleasetellme-“

“Okay, I know I’m a fast talker but I don’t speed Sonic the Hedgehog so slow down and I’ll help out as best as I can, alright?” Y/N nodded, suddenly taking great interest in the skin around her fingernails, “So, um, there’s this ghost dude who is possessing Cal, he said his name was Caleb and that I either have to make a deal with him or I’ll lose Cal forever.” But if I do that I’ll lose you too-

“Wow, that is rough. Um, okay, I’ll get Alex to ask his boyfriend if there’s anything we can do to help Cal. Just, don’t worry about it too much, we’ll get through this.” Y/N sniffed, feeling her eyes start to water, “We? You’ll really help me?” Reggie’s gaze softened and he took both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Of course I will, I’d never make you deal with this by yourself, and hey, now we know why Cal was loading you up with extra work!” Y/N chuckled, turning her gaze toward their intertwined hands, “Thanks, Reg. That means a lot.” She smiled up at him as Reggie’s face and tips of his ears turned red, “You okay? You’re uh-“ She took one of her hands away from his grip and gestured towards her face. Reggie looked away, his blush worsening, “Point is, I’m here for you, so don’t worry! I’m gonna go ask Alex’s boyfriend for help but I’ll see you later.”

Y/N nodded as she moved away, giving him space to poof, “Right, see ya later.” Reggie held her gaze for a few more seconds before waving and poofing out.

“Well, I thought he’d never leave!”

Y/N spun around to face the purple-clad puppeteer she’d come to know as Caleb, “You. What do you want now?” She was met with a sinister laugh, one that she was quickly growing tired of. “My dear, I’m simply here to drop off something that will, when signed, make our deal permanent and binding.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “And exactly why would I sign that?” She shivered as the slightly tense atmosphere turned frigid, if the feeling before could be described as a muddy red, agitated but otherwise harmless, this feeling was a piercing blue, capable of cutting through a person and freezing them in place. “Listen here, girlie. If you ever want to see your precious Cal again you’ll have this signed before the end of the boys little performance on Friday. Is that clear?” Y/N swallowed before meeting his penetrating stare, “Crystal.”

“Perfect, I’m glad there are no misunderstanding between us, I wouldn’t want to accidentally lose Cal’s soul whilst I’m possessing him.” Y/N stared him down, hoping her glower had at least some effect on him. “You wouldn’t dare-“ “Darling, in case you hadn’t noticed, you hold no power over me and saying something as pointless as that won’t change anything. Now, here’s my contract. Do think over it, won’t you?” He placed it on the nearest surface before disappearing in a poof of black smoke. “Fucking dramatic ass bitch.”

Y/N ran a hand over her face, groaning at the thought of more problems being added onto her already comically long list. “I hope Leather Boy’s friend has some answers or I’m fucking done for…”

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Count to Three

https://weheartit.com/entry/220987445

Title: Count to Three

Summary: Casey can’t fall asleep and Dean is there to help.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Casey Moore)

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Fingering, Oral sex, external stimulation, female orgasm, protected penetrative sex, mention of bodily fluids.

A/N: So I usually post Henry Cavill content. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever posted a story that’s not for him. But this... this felt right. Please understand that this is the first smut I ever wrote, all the way back in 2012. I posted it forever ago on fanfiction.net, which I’m pretty sure doesn’t even operate anymore. I haven’t edited it save for some formatting that will make it easier to read, and I definitely cringed quite a bit while re-reading it, but it felt dishonorable to edit the original. 

You’re not gonna understand everything that’s going on because it’s a snippet from a much larger fic, but the basic info that you need to know is that Casey and Dean are connected by a spell, and she sees his future in her dreams. 

Now, there is a further continuation of the author’s note at the bottom of the fic explaining why I’m posting this that contains MASSIVE SPOILERS for the series finale, so if you don’t wanna know, don’t click keep reading. It’s that simple, I’ve done everything I can to defend you.

"Shhhh, shhhh... Casey, calm down." Dean strode across the room to sit next to her on the bed, uncharacteristically pulling her into his arms and putting his hand behind her neck. Casey wasn't even sure why she was crying, she was just so very frustrated at not being able to remember. The boys' life was in her hands, and her damn brain couldn't remember the dream. 

"Casey, it's not gonna come back to you if you don't calm down," Dean whispered so she would have to quiet down and listen. "Now breathe." Casey closed her eyes and breathed deep, focusing on her other senses. Dean had never been this close before, and she could smell the soft musk of his soap. Sandalwood, leather, black pepper, a hint of scotch, and motor oil from his car, she thought to herself, letting the scent wash over her in soothing waves. She could hear him breathe, slow and steady, and she tried to match him as best she could. The hand she had on his chest could feel his heart, beating out a strong rhythm. 

The muscles underneath that hand rippled at her touch, and for a moment she felt a small spark in the pit of her stomach. Casey opened her eyes and found herself eye to eye with the most beautiful irises she'd ever seen. She was normally such an observant person, how had she never noticed the piercing green she saw now? And his lips, they looked much softer when they were this close and not drawn into such a tight line. Her mind began to drift to things, inappropriate things, like how much experience he had and what he could be doing with those lips... 

"Casey?" 

Casey snapped back to reality. 

"Sorry, I'm calm," she assured Dean quickly, not wanting to betray her thoughts. "I just wish I could remember. If I could just sleep, I would dream it again and remember, but I'm not even close to tired, so I doubt that will happen." Dean smirked, knowing full well what she had just been thinking (even though she very gracefully tried to hide it). He had been with enough women to know when they wanted him, and he had to admit he liked the idea of sleeping with Casey. She was a pretty girl, and feisty to boot. He'd been scheming for weeks, trying to figure out a way to get her to bed without it complicating things. Without realizing it, Casey had just handed him the solution on a platter, and he wasn't about to let it pass by.

"I could help you with that," he said, flirting. Casey looked up at him confused, so he went on. "With the sleeping... I know exactly what we could do to wear you out. All I have to do is count to three." His hand was still around her neck, so before Casey had time to register what he was saying, he pulled her to him and kissed her with a feather-light touch, making her question if his lips had actually touched her. He held his face right to hers and paused, waiting for her to put two and two together. Casey looked at Dean like he was crazy, and then suddenly it dawned on her. 

"Oh," she breathed. "Okay." That 'okay' was all Dean needed and his mouth was on hers, lips moving together in a violent dance. He was normally gentle with his lovers, but this wasn't the time. The whole point was for Casey to be exhausted, so Dean was going to give her every move he had. She was going to beg before he let her have it. 

Casey let Dean take charge; she was content to let him have his way with her, and the way he was moaning against her mouth, he seemed to agree. His hand left her face and came down to join its brother at the hem of her shirt. He lifted the fabric to reveal smooth skin, and even Dean was surprised at how soft it was. He paused the kiss to remove her shirt completely, stopping short once it was gone. She was even more beautiful than he had realized. Casey whimpered at the lack of touch, so he quickly pulled his shirt off and continued his attack on her lips; pushing her horizontal and climbing on top of her in the process. Casey was in heaven. She had never been kissed so forcefully, so passionately, and she loved it. The weight of his lips, the brush of his fingers, the firmness of his abs beneath her fingertips; it was all so wonderfully overwhelming. Her insides ached with desire, and she wanted more. She knew Dean was drawing this out on purpose, but she was getting frustrated. Wanting to move things along, she unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of its loops, surprising Dean and giving her the opportunity to unbutton and unzip his pants. Dean caught her wrists in his hands and brought them down to her sides. 

"My timing," he scolded, laughing at her groan of displeasure. He gave her a little tease by undoing her pants and pulling them down just past her crotch. The cool air hit her exposed groin, fabric already wet with her desire, and she groaned again, this time in excitement. Pulling her arms above her head, Dean came back up to kiss her neck, skillfully running his tongue in the crease of her collarbone. He moved his head down to kiss her ribs, knowing that when he did she would arch her back, which would give him access to the back of her bra. Casey left her arms where they were as he undid the clasp, revealing her breasts. She wasn't a large girl, but she was proportioned in just the right way, each breast round with a small pink center. Showing no mercy, Dean took one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinned her arms again, sucking on the soft flesh to get it hard and then flicking it rapidly under his tongue. Casey cried out at the warm sensations, and tried in vain to get away from the teasing touches. Her breasts had always been slightly ticklish, and though it felt amazing, she couldn't help trying to escape his grasp. Dean held firm and continued the onslaught on her breasts, alternating between the two as her cries and squirms egged him on. He was having fun playing with her nipples, and seeing as though she couldn't go anywhere, he wasn't going to stop any time soon. 

Casey could feel his cock growing harder against her leg, and her inability to touch him back increased her arousal. She wanted nothing more than to take his member in her mouth and torture him in return, but she was pinned, which only made her mound throb harder. "Dean! Dean pleeeease!" Casey screamed, the nerves in her breasts sending fire to her loins. "I can't... no more... I need... inside..." She couldn't even form a proper sentence. The fire was burning inside her, growing hotter and hotter as she begged him to give her release. It seemed as though her pleas fell on deaf ears as Dean ignored her request to enter her. Instead, he took both her wrists in one hand and brought the other hand down to tickle the breast his mouth wasn't currently sucking on. 

The fire inside Casey erupted at the combination of the tandem touch, and she came hard. Her breath came out in strangled cries, and she bucked harder against him than she had before. Dean kept up his steady rhythm, licking and tickling and slowing only once she came down. 

"One," he said with a grin, laughing softly at the expression on her face. He sat up quickly. Before Casey had time to reassemble her thoughts, Dean was tugging off her pants, and encircling her hips with one arm. The hand that had been pinning her arms slid down her side, past her hip, and came to rest cupping her crotch, thumb brushing against the skin he found there. Casey gasped against his touch, pleasure lacing itself through her veins. She tried to grab his hands, but Dean just smacked hers away. He pulled her panties down just enough that he could reach her bare clit, and stuck his talented tongue into the crevasses of her body. Casey keened as he began his torturous flicking again, wanting him to open her up and fuck her with that tongue instead. She felt Dean smile against her womanhood, and in vain she prayed he would give her more. 

He didn't. Dean used his free hand to pin her wrists underneath her body so that she couldn't push him away and continued licking her up and down. He used two fingers from his other hand to move aside her underwear, slid them in between her lips and held them there, making Casey gasp, and pull against his firm grip. 

"No, Dean please," she said, trying to persuade him to free her hands. Dean ignored her and held fast, shifting his body slightly to spread her legs a little further apart (which elicited another gasp from Casey). He brought his lips down to her button and sucked hard, shoving his fingers inside of her at the same time. Casey's brain exploded at the sudden warmth of his fingers. He pushed and pulled and twisted and scissored in every possible way, contorting his fingers to find every spot inside of her that made her scream. Of course, that wasn't very hard to do; thanks to his mouth on her slit it didn't matter where his fingers went, her orgasm stayed strong. 

"Oh my God... Oh my God, Dean!" She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure continued to roll through her. 

"That's right baby, say my name," Dean mumbled around her mound, trying his best to ignore how unbearably tight his pants were. He would have satisfaction soon enough, so he focused on her. She was still choking out strangled gasps of pleasure, so he moved his fingers faster, pumping her in time with his tongue. Casey's eyes rolled back into her head and she became rigid, her body locked in spasms and her mouth falling open into a silent scream. Her muscles relaxed and she went limp, eyes closed, head rolling slightly and chest heaving. She didn't even fight Dean's grip anymore, just moaned as he slowed down his pace. "Two," Dean noted quietly as he took the opportunity to stand up and remove his pants and boxers. He groaned in relief as his throbbing cock was freed from its tight bondage, not at all surprised to see he was already leaking. He bent over and pulled a condom from his wallet, tearing the wrapping with his teeth and then slipping the condom on with one hand. Casey hadn't moved, hadn't even felt him get up. Eyes still closed, she felt gentle fingers slowly tug her panties off, so she spread her legs wide, inviting whatever was to come next. She was expecting more teasing, more drawn out torture, so when she was suddenly filled with Dean's length, her eyes snapped open, breath catching in her throat. Dean growled, and began to thrust himself deep inside her. Casey's reaction was immediate, her body opening up to receive all of him, her arms coming above her head so her hands could grasp the sheets behind her. Dean was relentless, pounding into her with fury. He grasped the headboard for leverage, and kept up his pace, hard and fast. Casey cried out every time he was deepest, and Dean felt himself slipping over the edge. Casey's third orgasm rocked through her body at the same time Dean let go, his shout mixing with her cry. He continued to thrust through his orgasm, keeping her pleasure high, until it hurt too much to continue. Casey relaxed her body again, and let Dean clean up, too tired to move. 

Dean finished in the bathroom, and came back into the room to find Casey fast asleep, still naked and sprawled across the bed. Dean looked at her tenderly, pulling the covers out from under her body and draping them over her so she would be warm. He climbed into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her worn out frame. She snuggled closer to him, seeking his warmth, and looked up at him through moon-slit eyes. 

"Thank you," she mumbled to him, drifting back into sleep. Dean looked down at her and kissed her forehead. 

"Three," he whispered.

A/N Continued: Okay, so I’m not here to get into a debate about what they did or did not do right in last night’s episode. I don’t care about your politics, I don’t care about what you think about the episode as a whole. I’m posting this as a tribute. A tribute to Dean Winchester.

Dean is... was, my first love. He introduced me to writing. He was my first boyfriend, he showed me things about my body that I wasn’t aware it could do. He showed me what it meant to keep fighting in the face of adversity. He was there to encourage me when all hope seemed lost. He reminded me that he too dealt with what seemed like an unloving parent, with a parent who no matter what you did, it was never enough. And watching him die like that broke my heart.

So, this story is for you Dean. I love you, I will always love you, and it’s okay. 

You can go now. ❤

[ewritesthangs]

Red Rum Lips*

A/N:: Smut ahead! Enjoy!

Red. His favorite color on you. This, this is the one I want. You picked out the perfect set of lingerie. Red lacy convertible bra, lacy panties to match. Easy access. Easy peasy. You decided to try it on, again, at home. Taking a few cutsie pictures for your fiance Matt Casey. You applied red lipstick to your plump lips, red heels onto your feet and sent them to him with the caption 'red rum' . "Thats for leaving me wanting more this morning Casey." You say aloud to yourself.

Matt's POV

It was a dull day today at the firehall. So my fiance and I had been texting back and forth.

Baby 😍❤: Sent an Attachment

I open the message to see her all in red. My favorite color on her. Shit she looks so fucking sexy. Fuck. Payback is a bitch. I knew she would get me back some way. One photo is enough, but three? One very explicit. Oh baby youre in trouble. I decide to leave her on read, for I was almost done with my shift.

2nd person POV

You were at home waiting on the bed, reading a food network magazine. Your favorite. Still in your lingerie. You hear the door open and close, signaling your fiance was home.

"You better have that outfit still on young lady." His voice boomed through the house. He means business.

Shit. You thought. 

"Y-yes daddy!" You knew you had to be in the position. On your knees in front of the bed facing the door. Head down looking at the floor. Hand on your thighs. You hear him walk in, but do not look up. You knew you were in trouble. He worse his gear. You always went wild for him in just his bunker boots and pants.

"You, young lady, have been very naughty today. Sending me explicit pictures while I'm at work. And daddy can't do anything to help himself."

"I-im sorry daddy."

"Look at me." You look up to see your fiance, in his bunker pants and boots. Just them. You whimper. "Good girl. Daddy is not a happy man."

"You didn't like them?" Your voice was small, innocent sounding.

"Daddy loves them. He's just mad he had to get a boner at the station and had no way of relieving himself."

"I'm sorry daddy. Do you want me to help you now?"

"Ah ah ah. Not so fast. I think you should watch as I get myself off."

You bottom lip trembles, he knows you hate doing that cause you want yo be the one giving him pleasure. You watch him intently as he goes to sit in his chair. His reading chair. His chair of pleasure. Of pain. He slips his bunker pants off so now he is completely nude. Cock in his hand. It was hard and glistening. Head red from want, need. He spits in his hand before pumping it a few times. You lick your lips as you watch, your eyes never leaving his cock. Your mouth salvating. Wanting. Needing him. You grew wetter and wetter as the seconds pass, with each and every stroke. He moans out, causing you to squirm. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Daddy please I need your cock in my mouth. Inside me. Please!" You beg and plead.

"Daddy is not done." You whimper and retreat back into your submissive position. Slow, steady strokes of his cocktail, antagonizing you. Luring you in. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes daddy. I won't send you explicit photos unless you're home."

"Good girl. You may proceed over. Suck daddys cock good." You squeal in delight and rush over to him. You sink back to your knees between his legs. Your right hand at the base of his cock while your mouth takes him in all the way. He hits the back of your throat. You gag a little. He smirks and keeps a hand on the back of your head. You Bob your head up and down fast. You needed to taste his cum. He grunts and moans. Hips bucking up into your mouth for more. You suckle a little on the head, to get him closer to the edge.

"Fuck baby girl keep doing that and ill be cumming." You just hum and continue on. Pumping the shaft as you suckle the head. He twitches and cums with a load moan of your name. Profanities follow. You suckle a little more to get every last drop. You pull back with a slight pop, pleased with yourself. "Good girl. Now you may get what you want."

"Can you fuck me hard daddy while watching in the mirror?"

"Like last time baby girl? I think we can make that happen. Come sit on daddys lap." You like your lips before sitting on his lap, back against his chest. He rubs your clothed clit causing you to moan.

"Daaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyy."

"Thats right baby only I can make you moan." He positions himself at your entrance, a few minutes after he became hard again. Feeling your wetness and hearing your voice got him going in no time. He slips into you. Slowly. Antagonizingly slow. You whine, wanting to feel every little centimeter of him.

"Needy little thing aren't ya?"

"Only for you daddy."

"Good girl." Gis hand wraps around your neck, not too hard. Just enough. You bite your lip and watch as his cock disappears inside of you.

"Yes daddy. Oh yes. Fuck. Harder." Harder he goes. Balls slapping against you as he does. You can't help but tip your head back, eyes rolling back. The pleasure was intense. His free hand dances its way to your clit. Rubbing you fast.

"Come on baby girl cum for daddy."

"Im-im so close daddy."

"Thats it baby." His grip on your neck gets a little tighter, the lack of oxygen causing a great orgasm. Your organization rips through you and you're squirting all over Matt. A loud yell of his name rolling from your vocal cords. His grip loosens as he too, cums again shortly there after. You were too out of it to realize he came. You laid back against your fiance, panting heavily.

"That. Was. Incredible." You manage to get out.

"You did so well. Squirted all over me."

"Thank you baby." You breathe out. Still out of breath.

"Pleasure we both of ours." He chuckles at his words.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Come on let's cuddle. It was a long and boring day."

You slip off of Matt. Causing a hiss to elicit from you both.

"Good hard fucking."

"Better believe it baby." He smirks and slaps your ass. You yelp and turn around with a frown.

"Mine."

"Yeah yeah you did put a ring on it."

"That I did." Matt says all proud of himself. He snuggles up to you, once the two of you were in bed. He yawns, having been knocked on his ass from the good fucking he delivered.

"Let's rest baby."

He was already snoring softly.

"Okay well I guess there is no other choice."