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Silver: I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.
Amelia: My body usually makes me get up at five in the morning-
Silver: . . .
Silver: I want to spend every day with you for the rest of my life.
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More Treasure Planet x Wings of Fire progress!!
Silver, Captain Amelia, and Delbert!!
I know their colors stray from ideal palettes to the tribes I gave them, but shhhh
[ID: Wings of Fire dragons based on characters from Treasure Planet. Each dragon has its respective character reference next to it, and the dragons colors and almost directly taken from the reference photos. A few colors are altered shades, but still close.
The top dragon is a heavy set mudwing with a wide stance and a blocky head. He is based on John Silver.His wings are upward but curled over in a semi-open spread. His right limbs, both legs and wing, are mechanical cyborg replacements. These limbs are heavily referenced to the characters in-movie limbs. His horns are sawed off halfway and given a gold cap cover, similar to his gold hoop earring. His tail is scarred near the end as if it had been torn or bitten off. On top of his head is a dark captain hat.
To the left on the bottom is a vastly lankier dragon, a hybrid icewing/sand wing based on Captain Amelia. Her face is angular and her wings are folded at her sides, showing the frill that follows along her spine, coupled with small quilts at her neck and the end of her tail. She has a large captains hat in comparison to her head, which has a golden hem.
The bottom right is an almost bland-looking mudwing who is dwarfed in comparison to the first. he is based on Dr. Delbert Doppler. His stance is less wide than Silver’s, his wings held semi upright as well though the ends are more tilted downward and closer to his body. Round glasses sit on his blocky snout, and he has rounded spikes that almost resemble sideburns. he has more back spines than Silver, and they gather and grow larger near the end of his tail. He has ears that are round and curled halfway similar to his referenced character.
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#wings of fire#more treasure planet#treasure planet#Treasure Planet X Wings of Fire#dragons#design#john silver#captain amelia#dr delbert doppler#I love these goobers#and now they’re dragons
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#treasure planet#jim hawkins#sarah hawkins#long john silver#captain amelia#delbert doppler#Doppler x Amelia#treasure planet disney#disney#edit#treasure planet edit#alex g
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common language
Headcanon:
Scroop starts acting relaxed around someone only when:
a) he genuinely likes them (which happens almost never as far as Silver knows)
b) he knows he can handle them 1v1
#I have to practice drawing silver fr#ughgjhahka#treasure planet#treasure planet art#scroop#mr arrow#john silver#captain amelia#scroop x arrow
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If you can't tell, I am greatly enjoying White so far, lol.
Silver is forty-one by this point, N is twenty-one, Ienzo is twenty-four, and Amelia is twenty-two. As an added note, El is forty-eight, Steven is fifty-four, and little Aria is sixteen.
(I hope I mathed all of this right.)
After the whole Mewtwo in Johto event, El kind of adopts Silver as another brother (because our girl is just collecting brothers left-and-right, holy frick) and he sort of becomes the reason why Ienzo dresses the way he does, haha. He's the random uncle that shows up to family dinners sometimes and no one questions it.
Amelia and Ienzo adore him.
Ienzo wonders why he doesn't have his mother's taste in men and it's because he has his DAD's taste. Love interest originally groomed into villainy who has a unique connection with pokemon? Obviously you take after Steven, Ienzo.
#giratina is having a TIME trying to figure out why random hooman looks familiar and doesn't figure it out until twenty years later lol when#El and Steven are standing in front of it about to throw hands with them#pokemon#pokemon oc#steven stone#steven stone x oc#n x oc#ienzo stone#amelia stone#pokemon silver#giratina#pokemon white#pokemon platinum#pokemon black and white
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The Lion's Lamb - Chapter 5 - MV1/33
Max Verstappen x reader
The Lion's Lamb Series: Aesthetics, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4
You were not the one to complain.
You knew the life you lived was one many dreams of having. As an American, you grew up hearing stories about the American Dream, but your dreams lay elsewhere.
The United States had beautiful places, cities, and people, but you felt your inspiration was elsewhere. So you left.
Your family wasn't happy about your plan, but if leaving was what made you happy, who were they to stop you?
For a year, you traveled around Europe, taking in the art and culture at every stop. Once you saw Monaco for the first time, you knew it would become your new home.
Moving there would cost money, and it was not in the price range of a struggling, traveling artist.
You had saved up as much money as possible, yet you still couldn't afford to buy, let alone rent an apartment.
You stayed not far outside the city-state and would often travel into Monaco when your work required it.
In doing so, you meet your saving grace and your worst nightmare: Amelia.
Amelia is your roommate. You often like to believe she is the devil reincarnated, but never voice your opinion because of what the girl's father is doing for you.
Amelia came from a prominent British family and her father, Michael, was a financial genius, making her more than well-off in life.
But the girl herself knew nothing of hard work, having had everything handed to her on a silver platter.
This caused her to become poisoned to the core in your opinion. She was a gorgeous girl, but her personality was nothing but ugly.
Many ask the young American girl, Why? Why would you live with someone you thought was terrible?
Getting a decent price rental in Monaco isn't the easiest. Most places are not affordable for a person in your income bracket, and the apartment complexes you could afford were designated for Monegasque citizens only.
And you haven't yet met the requirements to become a citizen. The young American girl met Amelia at an art show where she was being featured in Monaco.
Well, you had initially met the British girl's father, Michael, when he bought one of her pieces being displayed that night.
The two had immediately hit it off and it wasn't long until he offered you a room in his flat in Monaco.
They had developed a relationship, but not one many would expect from an older man and a younger girl.
He had seen you as a daughter and had hoped that in offering you a place to stay, your hardworking and sweet nature would rub off on his daughter.
Once you had moved in, Amelia immediately started bullying and belittling you. You couldn't figure out why you were being treated this way, but the British girl held a slight jealousy towards the younger girl.
Her father gave you a lot of attention and she knew that he wished you were his daughter rather than her.
You put up with her terrible behavior because her father was doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart.
You had tried to make herself feel better about being there for free and tried to reduce the British girl's attitude towards you by cooking and cleaning, but that made it seem like you were the older girl's maid, and so you were treated as such.
Max had arrived home in the early hours of Monday morning. Usually, he would have gone out and celebrated his win with his team, but not this time.
Getting back to you, which was stuck in his mind, has become the most important thing to him.
Those around him didn't think twice about Dutchman, not attending the after-party, knowing, that even though he won, he always thought he could do better. This is mainly just due to his father.
Jos Verstappen wasn't a good man and everyone knew that. He was an even worse father.
At a young age, he had drilled the idea into his son's head that there would always be someone better.
"You will never be good enough," were the words that echoed through Max's head.
He'd never been praised by his father, even after he won his first world championship. There was never a good job out of his father's mouth.
Because of this, the young driver had pushed himself. Not take a break, rarely celebrated, and devoted all of his attention to racing. Until now at least.
Christian Horner knew the Dutchman better than most. He knew Max's parents and knew that the lack of childhood the boy had, had affected him greatly.
Don't get it twisted, most F1 drivers never had a normal childhood like everyone else, but Max's was much more extreme.
While the younger driver's father was present in his life, he still lacked the paternal figure he needed, and Christian filled that void.
While it wasn't obvious to anyone else, the Redbull principal knew there was a certain pep in the driver's step after the race.
Usually after a race, Max is often seen with his head, buried in screens, analyzing every turn, every overtake, just trying to see what he needed to do to improve.
This time, that wasn't the case. Instead of immediately analyzing his race, he instead called someone.
No one had ever been able to take the driver's attention away from his job.
This immediately caught the attention of the British man.
He had seen the slight smile and the way his eyes lit up when speaking on the phone from across the paddock. He figured this wasn't just anyone Max was talking to, he knew this person had to be special.
The team principal knew how much stress his driver had been under recently, so to see him smile, even just a small one, made him extremely happy.
With how quickly the driver took off after their meetings, Christian knew there was a special someone in the young man's life.
The only hope was that this unknown girl brought the Dutch driver, the happiness he truly deserved.
Early Monday afternoon, you received a text from your blue-eyed man.
7 PM dinner. I'll pick you up.
The text itself was straightforward and assertive, causing you to bite your lip and nervousness and excitement.
You were happy, though that he was true to his word about seeing you again. You just didn't expect it to be the day he came back home from a work trip.
You quickly responded with your address. You weren't the type to send your address to someone you had just met, especially someone she didn't know well, but this was different. Max was different
6:45 PM, and the knockhead resonated throughout the large apartment.
You quickly raced over to the front door, not only to keep your roommate away from the man who had caused your heart to skip a beat but also because you had missed him and couldn't wait to see him.
It was a strange feeling for you to miss someone, you barely knew, but you couldn't help it.
You knew he had been waiting on the other side of the door and you needed a moment to completely gather yourself. Your heart was racing as you wiped your clammy palms on the side of your dress.
You threw open your front door without a second thought, afraid that if you stood there any longer without opening the door, he would leave.
There he stood, on the other side of the door the most beautiful man, in your opinion, you have ever seen. He was wearing a white button-up, a simple blue blazer, and black slacks.
He emanated old money, and it wasn't a bad look on him at all. In his hands though, was a bouquet for the beautiful pink tulips.
You couldn't believe this man wanted to go out on a date with you.
"Hi," Max breathed out, holding out the flowers towards the girl in front of him, "these are for you."
In the blink of an eye, you had thrown yourself into the Dutchman's arms. He was surprised at this but responded to the hug almost instantly. Burring his face in your neck, feeling like, for the first time, he had finally found a home in your arms.
"I've missed you," the muffled voice said as your face was still buried in the driver's chest.
Chuckling, he pulled away regretfully and grabbed your chin tilted up towards him, "I've missed you, too, a little lamb."
Grinning, you looked down at the flowers in Max's hand before taking them, "these are beautiful."
A smile was plastered on your face as you walked inside to put the flowers in the vase. Max, followed after you but continued to linger in the entranceway, not wanting to intrude.
He watched as you continued to rummage through every single cabinet, trying to find a vase, or anything similar, so you could display the beautiful flowers.
You had been through all the cabinets before you finally sighed, realizing you'd have to go ask Amelia where they were.
"Sorry," You had told the man in your doorway with an apologetic smile, "I have to ask my roommate where we keep the vases".
Max had smiled back at you, reassuringly, not minding all as you walked down the visible hall before turning to face a closed door. Curiosity filled the man's mind as he watched his little lamb's entire body change.
Your shoulders had dropped, your steps had slowed, and the excitement you had held in your body just moments ago had completely evaporated.
He had found the answers he needed when he had overheard the conversation between you and your roommate.
"Amelia," You said softly while knocking on the older girl's door.
"What!" the older girl responded with such harshness, that you were questioning how badly you needed the vase.
"Do you know where the vases are?"
"God," the girl said exasperated and her words dripping with disgust, "How a
re you so fucking stupid that you can't find a simple thing like a vase?!"
"Sorry," you said meekly and started to turn away before you heard a voice that stopped you.
"They're on top shelf in the cabinet above the fridge," Amelia stated.
With a quick thanks, you quickly walked back to the kitchen, found the vase, and displayed the flowers, before telling Max you were ready to go. They left quickly after that.
The ride to their date location was quiet. Usually, there was never any awkward tension between the two, but now, the car was filled with it.
You couldn't stop your hands from fidgeting, especially after noticing Max's hands white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove.
"We don't have to go on this date if you don't want to," You had finally broken the silence, not being able to sit there anymore, "I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore, you can just drop me back off if you'd like."
Before you could get another word out, Max quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
You thought that he didn't want to see you anymore, and he had pulled the car over as an indication that you should get out. Your eyes had started to water and your heart started to break.
The Dutchman's head had whipped around to look at you so quickly, you were surprised he didn't get whiplash, "What are you talking about? Why would I want to drop you back off?"
"Well," You had started to play with your hands again, " you seem mad at me for some reason."
"Why would I ever be mad at you?" Max questioned with a soft voice.
"Because I made you wait while I found a vase."
"Little Lamb," he had taken your hand in his, causing you to look up at him with those gorgeous eyes he adored, "I could never be mad at you."
"You're not mad?" You asked.
"I am mad, but not at you. Your roommate. The way she spoke to you had pissed me off. You never should be spoken to that way, no matter what."
Max had reached his hand up to caress your cheek softly. He wanted to make sure you knew that his anger wasn't directed at you.
He had been so upset with the way your roommate spoke to you, that he chose to keep his anger to himself instead of lashing out at you and possibly scaring his little lamb. In doing so, he hadn't realized that his sweet girl thought he had been upset with you.
"You're beautiful, my little lamb," Max says, "Both inside and out. Please don't ever doubt yourself or my feelings towards you.
A blush had erupted across your face, along with a shy smile. His words were nothing but sincere and you knew that. He quickly pulled you closer and left a quick kiss on your forehead, before turning back to the front of the car and continuing on their way.
Max made sure to hold your hand the rest of the way.
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Just Pretend-Twenty Six
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: Again, just a reminder to people who may not have seen the very important update. Sarah is no longer a part of JP due to her own choice and wanting to go a different direction. She was a big part of this and gave me fabulous ideas that helped build this story. But from this moment forward, it will be only me. Nothing major will change, I'll still be the one writing it and posting it. But I had to rework a lot of things; some I know all of you will enjoy!
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NOAH
I drummed my fingers along the wood of the table, humming a soft beat to myself while the hustle and bustle of the cafe moved around me. Conversations were muted as my dark eyes stared out the large window next to the booth I’d been sitting in for the last hour and watched as people went about their days.
“I'm so afraid that the walls that I have made have locked me in. I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend,” I sang under my breath, still gazing outside.
The thought of wondering what those individuals were going through privately lingered in my mind for a few beats before a certain movement caught my eye. My heart began to beat widely in my chest, seeing those soft waves brush along her bare shoulders due to the wind. The brightness of the sun paled in comparison to the yellow of her sundress. My gaze lingered on her long legs, tracing over the design of her Greek Gods tattoo on her thigh then over to the other thigh where one of her favorite tattoos was on full display.
The album artwork of nothing, nowhere’s second album Reaper.
I continued to look over all of her other tattoos as she walked closer to the cafe where I waited for her. The flowers and leaves on her left arm and Kaonashi on her right arm. As she stepped closer to the window, I saw the small Totoro tattoo on her inner ankle and the memory of us getting our somewhat matching tattoos on her birthday came to mind, causing me to smile fondly.
The door opened, the old bell above it ringing loudly, causing the woman behind the counter to brush away the silver strands of hair from her face. The two women smiled at each other before one of them waved.
“Usual?” The woman behind the counter asked.
“You know me so well, Astrid.”
“Hi, angel,” I smiled as Y/N’s eyes found mine in the busy crowd of Fika.
“Hi yourself, Mochi,” she placed a gentle kiss on my cheek before sitting next to me in the booth.
Immediately I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my chest, breathing in her familiar scent of peaches that lingered on her skin.
“How was therapy?” I asked after handing her one of Fika’s famous kanelbullar, which she took with a grateful smile.
“Good,” she licked her sticky fingers.
My cock twitched in my shorts and I discreetly had to adjust myself underneath the table.
“We talked about my parents,” Y/N sighed.
The last couple of weeks her mom had been trying to call her, Y/N never answering because she didn’t want her mom to affect her mentally. Any time they had a conversation, it drained Y/N.
Her dad, however, they talked almost every other day for a few minutes. But the last phone call had been more than three days ago because he’d been sick and couldn't find the strength to talk. It worried both Y/N and I but her dad reassured us that it was merely the flu and he’d be back on his feet in no time.
“Have you texted your dad to check in?” I asked while playing with the ends of her hair.
She somberly nodded. “A bit. But he’s still fighting the flu. Maybe I’ll facetime him once I’m back at your place.”
I kissed the side of her head. “What about your mom?”
I knew the subject of her mom was always sore for her but I still tried to help her keep that connection.
“She keeps discrediting everything I’ve done with Hollow Souls,” Y/N snorted. “I’ll talk to her once I’m more level headed and don’t say something out of line.”
Even though she didn’t say it, I knew she was done talking about her parents, so instead I motioned towards Astrid who stood behind the counter.
“They haven't said one word to each other,” I informed her before pointing to Jolly.
Whenever he wasn’t busy with Bad Omens, he would be here helping Astrid run Fika.
“I wonder what happened. They seemed so happy at the aquarium last week,” Y/N frowned.
I rubbed her shoulder. “I think she’s still dealing with the aftermath of her fathers death. Jolly mentioned that she had a nightmare the other night; something about finding her dad.”
Y/N cursed under her breath, still keeping her gaze on our two best friends. It was as if they were employees, by passing each other with curt nods, and not a couple that was slowly falling in love with each other. After everything they’d gone through to get where they were, it made my heart hurt for them. It seemed as if the shift happened a few days ago after Jolly officially moved in with her.
“I know she was interested in seeing Dr. Poulos. Maybe that will help her open up,” Y/N said.
We watched in silence for a moment as Jolly went to move past Astrid behind the counter to refill the coffee maker. It was a tight squeeze so he had to rest his hand against her lower back and even from this distance, I could see a small flicker of light in her eyes. Both of them shared a look and Jolly leaned down to kiss her lips; both of their bodies relaxing into each other.
Maybe they’ll be alright.
“Oh shit,” Y/N said while rubbing my thigh. “I forgot to tell you. Chase and Malcolm have asked me if they can have the apartment to themselves tonight.”
I chuckled while finishing up my coffee. “So my place again?”
“If you don't mind?” She batted her eyelashes at me with a pouty lip.
I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to devour them in the crowded cafe. We’ve both been extremely busy with work and other things that we barely had more than a few minutes of alone time together. We spent the last four nights away from each other but whenever we were able to spend the night together, it had been at my place most of the time.
Which caused this offer to plague my mind ever since we came home from tour a few weeks ago. Nerves ate away at me as I did my best to gain the courage to ask her this because it was a big step for us and I didn’t want her to feel like I was pressuring her.
“You know,” I dragged my fingers up and down the shoulder it was wrapped around. “You already have all of your stuff at my place and you spend most nights there, might as well make it official.”
A soft intake of her breath as she stared up at me, something flashing in her eyes as they darted between mine with the wonder if she’d heard me correctly.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” She asked.
I nodded with a small smile. “I would give you a key but you already have one.”
“Shouldn’t you talk about it with Jesse and Michael?”
There was so much hope laced with her voice but also clear hesitation, not wanting to overstep when others were involved. So I reassured her with a tender kiss to her lips, one Y/N breathed into.
“They don’t care, angel. They’re the ones who suggested it,” I said while resting my forehead against hers. “We have the space now since Jolly moved out. I want to be able to wake up to your face every morning. Feel your body next to mine as I sleep, easing away the worries of if you’re doing okay.”
Y/N blinked away the tears while dragging a finger over my cheek. “What about Salem?”
“You seem to forget that he’s been living there more than you have,” I chuckled.
It was true.
She’d been so busy with Hollow Souls lately that it was best to leave Salem at my place so he would have company with Jesse and Michael.
“So what exactly are you asking?” She teased, wanting to hear the words fall from my lips.
“Move in with me, angel. Please?” I finished my own pouty lip.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she ruffled my hair.
The vice grip around my heart loosened at hearing her accept and I pulled her closer into me as we discussed plans on how we would go about moving all of her things to my place. We had a free weekend coming up and figured it would be the best time.
“Do you think Matt will let us borrow his truck?” Y/N asked as we both went about cleaning up our table and bringing over the dishes to Jessica, the manager of Fika, and she thanked us with a smile.
“He’ll be busy so it should be fine,” I said.
Her eyes lit up with sheer curiosity. “Oh, how’s everything going with them? She’s been kicking ass as our photographer.”
I gave her a sly smirk, one she immediately knew the answer to, and she giggled. “I’m glad. He deserves it.”
Glancing at my watch, I knew that I had to run next door quickly to avoid being late so I bid Y/N a goodbye with a kiss.
“I’ll call you after therapy,” I promised.
She squeezed my side. “I’m going to head to the store and pick up some boxes. Anything specific for dinner tonight?”
“Whatever you want, angel,” I cupped her cheek.
Three days later, the Hollow Souls apartment was filled to the brim with not only stacks upon stacks of moving boxes but all of us moving in and out to pack up the various cars.
Chase and Malcolm were busing turning Y/N’s old room into a studio; something she playfully gave them shit for.
“I’m not even out the door and you two are changing my room around!” She mocked with a hand over her heart.
But she was beyond excited to have an actual studio close by so whenever she was feeling inspired to work on something new, she didn’t have to rent out a place.
As I was taping up the box that held all of her books, I noticed Y/N was leaning against the kitchen counter with a grimace on her face.
“Angel,” I called over to her. “Take my car and go home. Lay on the couch with your heating pad.”
That word made all of my nerve endings burn with excitement.
Home.
“I’ll be fine,” she waved me off.
Setting down the tape, I crossed the threshold from the living room into the kitchen to rest my hands on her hips. Her endometriosis pains have been debilitating the last few days but today was the worst I’ve seen. Y/N had been trying to push through all afternoon to help pack up her things but all of us knew that she was seconds away from crumbling to the ground in pain.
Just then, Michael stepped into the apartment after loading up my car with boxes so I tossed him my keys.
“Can you take Y/N home? And make sure she rests?” I asked.
Even though he was playful with his banter, I knew he was excited to take a break from moving things.
“I will gladly be a babysitter,” he motioned for Y/N to follow.
But she wasn’t ready to stop protesting.
“These are my things. I should help-.”
I cut her off with a gentle pat to her ass and pushed her towards the open door. “We’re almost done here so you won’t be missing much. Grab some food on the way home and we can watch a movie tonight.”
She smiled fondly at me, one that made my heart stutter in my chest. “I love the way that word sounds; home.”
I agreed by kissing her lips. “I love you, angel.”
“I love you more, mochi,” she proclaimed over my lips.
A few hours later, I had all of Y/N’s things packed in her car and was about to head back inside to let Chase and Malcolm know that I was headed home when an unfamiliar car pulled up into the spot next to me. After spending some time here, I became familiar with what apartment complex belonged to what car so I knew that this one didn’t belong here.
It wasn't until the familiar face stared back at me over the tops of the cars that a low scowl pulled on my lips.
“Oh, it’s you,” Y/N’s mom sneered towards me. “Where’s my daughter?”
I couldn't help but snort at how she greeted me but did my best to remain calm by running a hand through my hair.
“She’s not here. She’s at home,” I answered while opening up the door to her car, ready to leave.
Her mom raised a brow. “Her car is here. This is her home, what do you mean she’s not here?”
For a moment, I stood perplexed on whether or not to tell her why Y/N wasn’t here. I knew that it wasn't my business to tell but also knew that her mom wouldn’t stop badgering either of us until she found out what she wanted.
“All you need to know is that she’s fine. I’ll let her know you stopped by,” I said with a forced smile.
The sun had set long ago, the bright glow of the moon casting over the parking lot and the distaste on Y/N’s moms face. The way her judgmental eyes lingered on my tattoos that poked out from my sweater and shorts did nothing to help the growing scowl on my face. The little voice in my mind kept telling me to be respectful since this was Y/N’s mom.
“You can’t keep her from me,” she crossed her arms over her designer suit.
I gripped the handle of the door, knuckles going white, and let out a long, deep breath.
“I’m not forcing Y/N to do anything, ma’am. She’s an adult and makes her own choices,” my voice had taken an unexpected edge to it; something she picked up on.
Those eyes cast towards the boxes in the car and let out a very obnoxious gasp; suddenly putting two and two together.
“You claim she can make her own choices but you forced her to move in with you?”
“You think you know shit when you don’t,” I snapped, not being able to keep my composure any longer.
It had been months of constant belittlement from her towards Y/N with every phone conversation or text message and it had been me there to pick up the pieces; every fucking time. I was tired of seeing the light drain from my angel's eyes because of her own mom.
“Excuse me?” She gasped.
Rolling my eyes, I leaned my arms over the top of the car and now narrowed my eyes at her.
“You don’t get the right to continue to talk down to your daughter and expect her to have a relationship with you. It’s fucked up that you expect all these things from her when it’s not who she is.”
She snarled. “Language, young man.”
“Fuck that,” I scoffed. “Y/N turned out to be an amazing young woman. She built Hollow Souls from nothing and overcame the fear of what would happen once Trey left. She’s thriving in all aspects of her life and we’re all so fucking thankful to be able to witness it. If you can’t be proud of any of that, then why are you even here?”
My voice was raised causing Chase to pop his head out of the open door of the apartment ready to ask what was wrong but froze when he noticed who my anger was directed towards.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he hissed while stepping out onto the front lawn.
“Not now, Jace,” Y/N’s mom waved at him like he was an annoying pest.
“Chase,” he corrected. “You have no right showing up here, you know that. Especially with what happened last time you surprised Y/N.”
I remembered that all too well. It was before we were dating and it took me forever to pull her out of that slump. Her mother reminded Y/N that she could never be a mom due to her condition.
A topic her mother knew nothing about. She didn’t understand the hope Y/N had for the possibility of being a mom.
Her mother stomped the heel of her shoe to the concrete. “I have a right to my daughter!”
“No you don’t,” I shook my head while standing next to Chase now. “We’re both standing up for her. She doesn’t need your negativity.”
Her moms eyes bounced between us before brushing away her graying hair and that's when I noticed the very large diamond on her left finger.
Mother fucker. That’s why she was here.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.
“Not that it’s any of your business but I came to tell my daughter that I’m getting married and I would love to have her there. She needs to meet the man that will become her new father,” her mother divulged in that condescending tone that irritated everyone around her.
Chase squeezed his fists at his side, trying his best to keep his composure. “You’re unbelievable. You can’t expect your grown daughter to call another man dad when she already has one.”
“That man can’t even get on a plane to visit his own daughter! His life in Japan is more important,” her mother sneered.
“When was the last time you actually reached out to Y/N without the intent to boast about your life? When was the last time you actually cared about what’s going on in her life?” I demanded to know with furrowed brows.
When her mom remained silent, I nodded more so to myself knowing my answer was right.
“Her dad facetimes her every day to ask how her day went. He doesn’t let the insane time difference stop him. He called her the other day to show her this manga book shop down the road from his place because he knows how much she loves it.”
“Man-what?” Her mother shook her head confused.
I pinched my eyes shut with a longer breath than before. Chase, on the other hand, let his anger be known.
“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that? You don’t give a shit about Y/N, you never have. Ever since the divorce you made her choose you in regards to everything. You never believed in any of her dreams, you didn’t believe her when she tried to confide in you about what a dick Trey was. When she tried to tell you how she finally found the one, you brushed it off as a pipe dream and said it wouldn’t last.”
My eyes snapped over to Chase with his words, this being the first time I heard this.
The one.
I couldn’t ignore the way my heart leaped in my throat with sheer happiness at hearing those words. I always knew deep within me that Y/N was it for me but knowing that she felt the same as well eased away that negative voice in my mind that told me she would leave me alone in a hotel room again.
She wouldn’t. I knew she wouldn’t.
“My wedding is in a few weeks. Tell my daughter I expect her there,” Y/N’s mom ignored everything Chase had said and opened her car door.
“We’re busy,” I said with a curt nod. “But I wish you the best in your upcoming nuptials.”
She slammed the door and took four steps towards me while pointing a finger in my face. “I do not appreciate your condescending tone, young man! You will show me some respect since you’re dating my daughter.”
Chase stepped forward but I held out a hand, letting him now I was alright.
“Respectfully, ma’am, I don’t have to do a damn thing.”
“You think just because you’re some hot shot musician that she’ll stay with you? You want a family, that’s something she can’t give you. Save yourself the heartbreak and let her down gently. I have a spare bedroom in my house up in the hills she can move into. I’ll have the maid get it ready for her.”
I blinked at her, the audacity of her thinking that I would break up with Y/N because of her endometriosis stilling me for a long beat.
“Bitch,” Chase grumbled under his breath. “You have a lot of fucking nerve for even assuming Noah would leave Y/N because of that.”
“I love Y/N with my entire fucking soul,” I pointed a finger to my chest. “We’d gone through hell for our souls to find each other after everything and I would rather die than let her slip away from me again.”
Her mom’s lips parted, ready to interject, but I cut her off. “And I’ll be damned if I continue to allow you in her life when all you do is discredit all the hard work she’s done. She doesn’t need you. She has all of us that love and support her. So if that’s something you don’t think you can do, you can get the fuck out of here.”
My patience had worn extremely thin and I was finished with this conversation. All I wanted to do was swing by the Japanese place downtown to bring us some ramen and lounge on our couch with Y/N.
Her mom glanced over to Chase, expecting him to say something, but he merely crossed his arms over his chest in a silent agreement with me. She brushed down the front of her pantsuit before retreating back to her car without another word, it peeling away from the parking lot.
“We should tell Y/N,” Chase said after a beat of silence.
I nodded. “I’ll tell her. Tomorrow. I just want to enjoy the rest of the night with her.”
Biding each other a goodbye, I finally left the apartment and spent the few miles driving home doing my best to calm down. My knee bounced with agitation when I replayed the conversation with Y/N’s mom over in my head and cursed to myself that I did the same thing I told Y/N not to do.
I let her mother get under my skin.
She knew nothing of mine and Y/N’s life, of the plans we’ve made, so she had no right to try and make Y/N change it because she didn’t agree with it.
With the bag of ramen under my arm, I bounded up the steps towards home and felt all the negative energy the second I opened the door and smiled at the sight in front of me.
Y/N was laying on the lounger part of the couch with a big blanket and I assumed her heating pad underneath it. Jesse sat next to her with a bowl of popcorn between them, both of them throwing pieces at each other. Michael sat on the far end of the couch with Salem perched in his lap, both of them watching Attack on Titan.
“Seriously? You guys couldn’t wait till I was home?” I teased while kicking the door shut and setting the food out on the coffee table.
“I told you he’d be upset,” Jesse mocked Y/N, who stuck out her tongue at him.
“Whatever, you’re here now,” she extended a hand towards me and I fell next to her onto the couch with a relieved sigh.
She could feel the tension weighing on my shoulders so she breathed into my hairline. “Everything alright?”
“It is now,” I admitted while pressing a soft kiss to her stomach that was covered by the blanket.
READER
Humming softly to myself, I kept busy by folding the large pile of clothes on the bed in front of me. Salem had made himself comfortable in a pile of Noah’s sweaters and I didn’t have the heart to move him. It had been a very lazy Saturday spent doing some house chores in the morning and hanging outside with the guys. Noah had left a while ago for a training session with Ash and promised to swing by Fika’s to grab me some mochis.
I’d been living with Noah for a week now and honestly, not much had changed. It was as if we still found ourselves in that familiar rhythm as before but instead of leaving to go back to my place after a couple of nights, I stayed.
And I will forever stay by his side. Even if my mom didn’t believe it.
The following morning after I moved in, Noah told me about my moms visit and all the things that were said by him and her. I was never upset with Noah for sticking up for me, or Chase either. I was upset with how my mom thought so little of not only my life but my relationship with Noah as well.
Hearing the news she was getting married and wanted me there was laughable; literally. I could help but laugh when Noah mentioned that part and I made sure everyone knew that we were not going to that wedding.
“It’s nothing new, unfortunately,” I sighed into Noah’s chest as he told me about it. “I think it’s best for everyone if I continue the space with her.”
Picking up the familiar gray sweater, I chuckled with confusion as to how it appeared in my pile of clean clothes. The communal Chief sweater that seemed to get passed between all four of us in the house. Padding into the living room, I went to hang it up in the front closet where I saw Jesse typing furiously on his phone.
“Everything alright?” I squeezed his shoulder before hanging up the sweater.
“No,” he sighed.
The anxiety was evident in his voice so I sank down on the couch next to him, urging him on with a gentle squeeze of his knee.
“It’s Maxxine. I’d been trying to get together with her since the aquarium but she’s been ghosting me. It’s not the first time either,” he admitted with another sigh.
My heart sank for my friend but yet my anger for how Maxxine was treating him burned brighter. Yes, she was my friend as well, but I didn’t like how she was treating Jesse. He’d been a sweetheart their entire relationship and didn’t deserve any of this.
“Was it rude of me to break up through text?” He wondered.
It was my turn to sigh while pulling my knees to my chest. “Honestly, a bit. But if she’s ghosting you and not even trying, it might not be worth keeping the relationship alive, Jesse.”
“It’s hard being the only one trying,” he said with a somber voice.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “I know.”
We sat like that for a minute and I couldn’t help but smile at how many amazing people I had in my life. Through it all, they stayed by my side even when I was in the wrong for how I treated Noah that night so long ago.
Suddenly both of our phones went off with a similar text tone and as we glanced down at the screens, Jesse raised a brow.
To: Hollow Omens Atlas Chief
Chase: Oak Gardens at the Descanso Gardens tomorrow night. Seven p.m. Dress attire is somewhat formal. Just bring yourselves.
Nicholas: That’s vague but somehow informal.
Folio: Lucky for you, my schedule just cleared up for the foreseeable future.
Jolly: Shit, Nick. What happened?
Three bubbles appeared then disappeared for a moment before appearing again.
Folio: I wasn’t the only one.
Jesse and I shared a look and now the anger I felt before because of Maxxine was tenfold for the pain Folio was going through. It didn’t say much with those four words but yet, they told a story about another one of my friends going through something they didn’t deserve.
“I don’t like all of these breakups. They usually come in threes,” I semi joked.
Jesse worked out a reply into the group chat, it appearing on screen.
Jesse Cash: Please tell me that everyone else's relationship is safe.
Mal: We’re good over here.
Jolly: More than alright. Astrid has been going to therapy and she’s making great strides.
I couldn’t stop the smile and sheer joy I felt knowing that Jolly and Astrid were finally reaching a better place in their relationship.
Me: I guess Noah and I are alright 😜
Mochi 🍡: Funny, angel. It's really funny.
Michael: I’m still single so no need to worry about me.
Knowing that Michael was upstairs in his bedroom alone gave me pause, wondering how he was doing. I couldn’t help but worry about all of my friends.
Chase: Now that we’ve all either reassured that our relationships are fine while some of us need something to forget the pain of a breakup, Malcolm and I will see all of you tomorrow night at seven p.m.
Bryan: Wait, what about Matt? Are we sure they’re still doing fine?
Bryan: Also can’t wait for tomorrow, Chase. I’ll bring my camera.
Matt: Y’all realize how annoying it is to have the group chat blowing up while we're watching Greys?
Snuggling deeper into the couch while Jesse got up to get started on dinner, my fingers typed quickly on the screen.
Me: She got you watching Greys?
Davis: He actually got her into it. I know since I’m currently sitting on their couch with them watching it.
Matt: Fuck off, bro.
As the group chat continued to blow up, text after text, I heard the front door click open to reveal a sweaty Noah; his shirt clinging to the muscles of his back and his shorts were showcasing his thick thighs, the tattoos clenching as he strode further into the house.
“Hi,” he mused while placing a kiss on my lips.
I scrunched up my nose at the scent that lingered on his skin. “You stink.”
Noah chuckled. “Ash really kicked my ass today. What’s for dinner?”
As he turned towards Jesse in the kitchen, I called after him. “Shower first. I can still smell you!”
Noah slowly turned back to face me, a playful smirk on his lips, and suddenly I felt fear creep into my bones.
“What’s that, angel? I smell?” He cocked his head to the side.
“Shit,” I cursed but then giggled when Noah jumped on top of me.
His large body engulfed me, wiping his dried sweat all over my skin. I felt the stick strands of his hair in my mouth, causing me to gag on the taste of it. His fingers worked against the sensitive spots of my ribs and then thighs, tickling me with no remorse.
“Please,” I gasped in between fits of giggles. “I can’t. You know how ticklish I am!”
Noah ignored me and continued to crush me under his weight, pinning me to the couch as he dug his fingers deeper into the skin of my thighs.
“Say it!” He demanded.
“NEVER!” I shouted back while trying to squirm out from under him.
He grabbed my wrists to pin them above my head, forcing me to smell his armpits. I cringed while still fighting underneath him; the smile never leaving our faces.
“Say it!”
I shook my head, trying to maneuver my nose away from his armpit. “Never! You’ll never get me to say those words.”
Footsteps bounded down the stairs and through the small opening over Noah’s shoulder, I saw Michael watching the scene with wide eyes.
“What the hell is happening?”
Jesse chuckled while looking through the various take out menus we had. “Y/N said Noah stinks so now they’re having a tickle fight.”
“Assholes! Help me out here, he’s forcing my face into his armpit. I don’t want to smell it,” I called out to Jesse and Michael, who simply watched with amused expressions.
Noah rubbed his armpit over my cheek while I smacked his chest. “FINE! YOU WIN!”
He pumped his hands in the air while sitting on my lap, cheering loudly, and then bent low to capture my lips in a kiss.
“I stink now,” I jutted out my bottom lip.
“I guess that means we both need to take a shower,” he fanned over my lips.
His pupils dilated, sheer black overtaking them, and I quickly patted his thigh so he could hop off of me.
“I need to finish the laundry,” I did my best to fix my clothes before scurrying off into our bedroom down the hall.
“Let me help, angel!” Noah called behind me as he chased me down the hallway, pinning me against the door.
JESSE
When the door to Y/N’s and Noah’s room shut and Salem came trotting down the hallway before jumping onto the kitchen counter, I shared a look with Michael.
“Think they’ll be fine with tacos?” I asked while holding up a menu for one of our favorite taco trucks that was always parked down the block from us.
Michael shrugged before walking over to Salem’s empty food bowl, filling it up. “Give me five minutes and I’ll come with you.”
As he ran back up the stairs, I slipped on my gray hat with the white flower to hide my unruly curls and tapped the back pocket of my jeans to make sure my wallet was still there. As I went about cleaning up the living room, setting the pillows and blankets back in their respective places, Michael appeared in the living room again.
“Ready?” He asked before leaving a soft kiss on Salem’s head.
With a nod, we both began the short walk down the block towards the taco truck.
“How are things with Maxxine?” Michael wondered as the skyline in front of our eyes faded from a bright orange to a dull gray.
As the houses turned to downtown buildings, I let out a long breath, doing my best to keep my composure. City lights and skylines were always the guide to a wandering mind, one that wouldn’t stop.
“I broke up with her. It felt one sided so I realized I deserve more than being strung along,” I scuffed my already worn down shoe against a rock.
Michael patted my shoulder. “You do, Jesse. You’ll find someone that will want all of you, all the time.”
I shrugged, the taco truck coming into view. “I doubt it. I’m starting to think love isn’t in the cards for me.”
Since I broke up with Maxxine earlier, all I could think about was if I had done something to push her away. Was my anxiety too much for her? Did she not enjoy the time we spent together when I was home from touring?
Was I not enough for her?
These thoughts were binging on shadow and smoke, my worries endlessly coming undone. All of it tiny little pieces that mirrored each other, a broken glass looking in. My heart was shattered with the undoing of a relationship I thought would last and it longed to be whole again.
“I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man,” I sighed while coming to a stop at the end of the line in front of the truck.
Michael gave me a somber smile before reading over the menu even though we already knew what we were going to order. My mind continued to be on other things, the sound of food unappealing all of a sudden.
The soft tone of a giggle graced my ears and when my eyes glanced up from the broken concrete at my feet, I saw a woman a few feet in front of me laughing at something one of her friends had said.
She was breathtaking.
The way her hair fell over her shoulders, unmoving even with the wind that blew around us. The freckles that somehow managed to sparkle under no light. And the way her eyes made every one of my nerves ignite with a force that took my breath away.
Bright as the ocean and lips so soft, so pure; waking lips to greet the sun. When she smiled wide, something deep within me awoke that lay dormant for so long. Not even my relationship with Maxxine made me feel this way; this alive. I didn’t know anything about this woman, only the fact that her laughter seemed to quiet the anxieties plaguing my mind.
As if she felt me staring from underneath my hat, those striking eyes locked on mine causing a soft sigh to fall from my lips. The tips of my fingers tingle with the need to run them through those soft strands of hair. When the corner of her lip curled up into a smile and her hand raised in a quick wave, I knew that I’d be alright. Finding her in the middle of this busy line on a Friday night was me finding my footing in the fog that never seemed to evaporate from my life.
I thought my story had ended with my break up but instead, it was only the beginning. A new possibility of wonder, prospect, and maybe even love was lingering in the cityscapes skyline and there was only one thing on my mind; I wanted to keep finding her smile in the epilogue.
NOAH
“You’re what?!” Y/N’s voice was raised, echoing through the trees and causing a few onlookers to glance over at us.
I rubbed her lower back, muttering into her hairline. “Angel.”
Chase, who had his fingers linked with Malcolm, just smiled. “We’re getting married.”
Y/N remained motionless in my embrace, eyes blinking slowly, as she tried to register Chase’s words one final time.
“You’re getting married?” She asked.
Malcolm ran a hand through his long auburn curls. “We’re sorry we talked about it without you, sweets. It was kind of a last minute decision.”
“We love each other. I think we’ve always had but never really admitted it,” Chase gazed up at Malcolm. “He’s the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with, might as well make it official.”
I grazed my fingers over the exposed skin of Y/N’s back, feeling the goosebumps rise to her skin. It was a warm but breezy afternoon in Los Angeles and with the olive green exposed back dress she wore, I did my best to keep her warm. The thin strap began to slide down her freckled shoulder so I gently fixed it as she blew out a shaky breath.
“I’m not upset,” she reassured Chase and Malcolm. “I’m so fucking happy for you guys!”
As the three of them shared a hug, I peered over to the large group of friends that came here tonight. It was amazing how much all of our lives changed in the almost two years since Hollow Souls and Bad Omens toured together. Both bands grew and flourished in their new eras while all of us individuals did the same. Every single one of us were living different lives but somehow we managed to make the time to find our way back to each other. We were one giant family that cared and loved each other. We looked out for one another and when someone was going through something, we all were.
The sun was still high in the sky casting a bright glow over the rows of chairs and the simple vine arch. Chase and Malcolm weren’t the kind of guys that wanted something over the top. They explained that the ceremony would be an exchange of vows and rings ending with a kiss. They didn’t want a party afterwards because they had plans on leaving right from here for a little getaway before tour life picked up again.
Y/N’s arms wrapped around my midsection and I gazed down at her with a fond smile.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look?” She played with the undone buttons on my black shirt, my chest piece peaking through.
I hummed while grazing my nails up and down her exposed spine, over the snake tattoo there.
“I don’t think you have, angel.”
Now her fingers brushed away a few loose strands of hair that fell into my eyes.
“Well, you look absolutely gorgeous and I love you,” she praised.
With one hand grazing up and down her back, I cupped her cheek with the other one to lay a caressing kiss to her lips. I felt her breathe into it, allowing me to slowly take control. Lazily, my tongue glided over her bottom lip, tasting sweet like honey, and I nipped over them with my teeth.
“You taste like sugar,” I mused while resting my forehead against hers.
Every kiss was always spell binding, soul intertwining, and intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Malcolm joked about me being the flower girl,” Y/N chuckled while linking fingers with mine, slowly dragging me over to our group of friends.
“Does that mean I get to be the ring bearer?” I teased, swaying our hands together.
She merely winked before we met up with Jolly and Astrid and as we talked with them, waiting for the ceremony to start, I glanced around to everyone else around us again.
Nicholas was slow dancing to the music with his girlfriend.
Bryan was busy taking pictures of Chase and Malcolm.
Davis and Steven were talking with Matt, who kept his eyes on the blue haired girl that was taking pictures of the scenery around us. I didn’t miss the way Matt watched her with love in his eyes; it was the same look I gave Y/N.
Jesse was already sitting in one of the chairs having an in depth conversation with his date. The girl he met at the taco truck last night. It had been a whirlwind of an evening for him last night with him inviting her back to our place where we let them have the backyard alone. They spent the entire evening talking, Y/N peaking through the slit of the blinds.
“Angel,” I chastised her while laying in bed. “Stop spying!”
She scoffed while looking over her shoulder. “I am not spying! I just want to make sure they’re alright. Maybe I should bring them something to eat.”
“Get them a fruit basket,” I grumbled to myself before pulling her back into bed with me.
The most softest breeze blew past us causing Jesse to brush away her blonde hair from her shoulder so he could lay his jacket over them.
“Who’s that?” Astrid wondered, motioning to the girl on Jesse’s left.
“That is Tay. Her and Jesse met last night at the taco truck down the block from us. I guess they really hit it off,” Y/N said.
Jolly’s brows pulled together with a look I’d been on the receiving end one too many times.
Dad Omens.
“He already invited her to a wedding?” Jolly asked while resting a hand on Astrid’s waist.
I shrugged. “This one is different, Jolly. I’ve never seen Jesse like this. They spent all night just talking.”
Y/N pointed to someone else, who was sitting at the outdoor bar by himself, hunched over with the weight of his own inner turmoil. Folio soon joined him at the bar, both of them clinking their beers together in a somber cheer.
“I feel bad for those two,” she pointed to Michael and Folio. “Especially Nick. No one deserves to find out they’re the other man.”
I brushed my lips over her hairline. “They’ll be alright. Michael doesn't mind being alone and Nick will bounce back. We’ll make sure of it.”
Suddenly, Chase and Malcolm called us all over to our seats and I followed Y/N close as she led us to a couple of seats in the front row. As they said, the ceremony was simple, one that we all watched with adoration in our eyes while Chase and Malcolm exchanged their own vows, causing Y/N to sniffle next to me.
“Fuck,” she blew out a shaky breath. “I can’t believe they’re about to be married.”
I grazed my finger over the exposed skin of her thigh, leaving goosebumps in my wake, and only hummed; too far gone in my exploration of the woman in front of me.
The setting sun caught the auburn highlights in her hair, recently dying it brown again to cover the blonde roots. It shimmered as she shifted in her seat, the scent of her peach shampoo that I loved so much tickled my nose. It was a sense of familiarity that I found myself craving the nights she was away. But now that she slept in my bed every night, I breathed a little easier knowing she’d never be far from me again.
I traced over the freckles that peppered her cheeks and nose before lingering over the faint scar on her face she got when she was a kid from falling off her bike. Her laugh when Malcolm made an old Hollow Souls joke made my heart flutter in my chest, those butterflies that only flew for her moving at a rapid pace. The lone tear that slipped down her cheek when she watched Chase hold back his own.
Just gazing at her beauty was enough to steal all the breath from my lungs as the memories of everything we’d gone through began to play in my mind. It was a very rough road to get to this moment, we both did and said things we regret because of the lack of communication between us. But like everyone told me in those dark moments, it will be worth it. She’ll be by your side once both of you are ready.
Now that I had her, I wanted to make sure she knew I’d never let her go.
This idea had been circling in my mind for weeks, long before I asked her to move in with me, but seeing Y/N sitting in front of the setting sun that casted her in an aura all her own, I knew that I couldn’t put this off any longer.
As the ceremony came to a close, Chase and Malcolm sealing their love with a kiss, I rose to clap alongside everyone else in the midst of all my planning. Before I could do anything, I needed to have two very important conversations.
One via phone and the other via the air around me.
READER
Through the open window, the serenading birds and soft breeze woke me from the heavy slumber I found myself in. It had been a long night spent in the studio with Chase and Malcolm, working on a new single. It had been a while since our album was released and we were itching to get back in the studio to create something. We didn’t have plans on releasing it anytime soon, I just felt inspired to record something.
Weeks spent writing in my old and battered journal, the scratching of pencil on paper keeping Noah awake most nights. Not that he minded.
Patting the bed next to me, I expected to feel a warm chest but instead felt cool sheets underneath my palm. Popping my head out from underneath the pillow, I blinked a few times to adjust to the bright rays of the sun and raised a confused brow when I saw the empty space beside me.
“Noah?” I called out, voice rough from sleep.
Clearing my throat, I sat up in bed while clutching the sheet to my bare form and gazed around the even emptier room. Salem was nowhere to be seen, meaning that he snuck out earlier knowing that Michael always fed him his breakfast.
“Fuck, it’s almost ten?” I sighed while dragging a hand over my face.
Rarely did I sleep in, both Noah and I early risers, but I didn’t crawl into bed until almost 2 a.m. And didn’t fall asleep till almost four because Noah wanted to have a little taste of me.
When I went to reach for my phone, I noticed a bright orange sticky note posted to the lamp.
Angel,
I hope you slept in because you deserve it. Sorry you woke up alone but I had to leave early because we have a fun day planned. So eat some breakfast and get ready. I’ll see you soon.
Mochi.
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread to my face and the giggles that fell from my lips as I nearly stumbled out of bed while tripping over the sheet to run into the adjacent bathroom. I didn’t need to bring much of my things when I moved in since Noah already had a lot of my necessities here already.
As I turned the shower dial all the way to hot, I let the steam fill the bathroom just as my eyes landed on another bright orange sticky note on the mirror.
“What are you up to, Noah?” I chuckled while ripping off the sticky note.
Angel,
Somehow I knew you would want to get ready before making yourself something to eat. Please make sure you don’t skip out on breakfast. You’re going to need your strength today.
Mochi.
Since I was already naked, I hastily jumped into the awaiting shower and didn’t bother taking my time. Wherever Noah was, he was waiting for me. With the black towel wrapped around me, I hurried from the bathroom into the large walk in closet, clicking on the light. It glowed over both mine and Noah’s clothes and also over yet another sticky note that was tapped to a pair of folded clothes on the counter in the middle of the closet.
Angel,
You know I would never tell you what to wear but with what I had planned today, I want you to be comfortable so I chose an outfit I think would best suit that.
Don’t forget to eat something.
Mochi.
Dressing in the pair of leggings and the familiar white Bad Omens shirt with the crown of thorns logo he chose, I slipped on a pair of white vans and tossed the large black knitted sweater over my shoulder. Make up was minimal and I decided to leave my hair down, the short waves not bothering me much. Before leaving the closet, I did a once over in the mirror, the light overhead catching the silver chain around my neck and wrist; the ones Noah gifted me on my birthday. All this time later and I never took them off.
Squealing with excitement, I made sure to turn off all the lights in the bedroom before stepping into the kitchen where I saw Michael and Jesse leaning against the large kitchen island. Both of them had wide grins and Jesse motioned towards the fridge.
“Open it.”
The fridge rattled from the force I used to open it and I squealed when I saw that familiar orange sticky note posted on a can of Celsius.
Angel,
I don’t understand how you and Matt drink these but you’re going to need it today. Look on the stove.
Mochi.
Slamming the fridge shut, I pushed past Micheal and Jesse who continued to watch with wide grins as I picked up the goodie bag from Fika that was sitting on top of the stove.
Angel,
I wanted to make you a giant spread but didn’t have the time. So enjoy a breakfast sandwich from our favorite place. See you soon.
Mochi.
I swiftly turned on my heels and narrowed my eyes at the two men. “What has he planned?”
Michael shrugged while picking up Salem off the ground, holding him to his chest. My cat purred loudly and buried his face in the crook of Michael's neck.
“I don’t know. You’re wasting time here talking to us about it though.”
My eyes widened. “Well, where am I supposed to meet him?”
Jesse simply winked before taking a large sip of his coffee and held another fresh cup in his hand. “Tay’s waiting for this so have fun today, Y/N.”
If I had time, I would ask how things were going between them, but while scarfing down the breakfast sandwich and chugging half of the Celsius I ran to my car. On the steering wheel was a sticky note; Noah’s familiar chicken scratch of handwriting made me smile.
Angel,
5333 Zoo Drive, Los Angeles, CA 90027. Also, peek at the new playlist I made for you on Spotify.
Mochi.
“The zoo!” I squealed while typing in the address on my phone and then checking out the new Spotify playlist.
Redo Date.
With a quick scroll through, I noticed it was filled with songs that mean a lot to us and the first one I chose was ultimately, the most important one.
“I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins. I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend,” Noah’s soft voice came through the speakers as I pulled out of the driveway, heading straight towards the man that waited for me.
By some miracle, the usual heavy traffic was light this morning and I was able to make it to the zoo in under twenty minutes. Immediately my eyes recognized Noah’s car and I pulled into the empty spot next to it. After checking my make up in the mirror, I slid over my sunglasses before stepping out of the car. It was a somewhat cool spring day and I did not need my sweater quite yet. I tied it around my waist just as my eyes caught a bright orange sticky note posted on the inside of Noah’s car window.
Angel,
I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance. See you soon.
But if you’re not angel and you’re reading this, that’s fucking weird.
Mochi.
Before I could take a step, my phone buzzed in my purse and I felt my heart drop at the message that appeared on screen.
Dad 🖤: Hey buttercup. If you get a few minutes, feel free to call me. I miss you and wondering if we can finally talk about a visit again. Bring Noah this time. Love you and talk soon.
He’d been sick on and off for the last few weeks, more recently feeling healthy. But with the major time difference and how busy my schedule had become, it was hard for me to find time to call him. I did know that in a few months both Bad Omens and Hollow Souls would be busy with their own upcoming tours so maybe I should find time for a visit before then. Making a mental note to call him later, I put my phone on D.N.D and slipped it back into my purse.
Skipping over towards the entrance of the busy zoo, I quickly spotted the 6’3” tattooed build of the man that held my heart and soul. The invisible string that kept us together vibrated the closer I got. He stood in the midst of the chaos of parents trying to wrangle their kids and teachers doing their best to keep their students in line. Noah wore a simple outfit of black shorts and a matching shirt with a design of an avocado. His growing hair was kept neat under his hat and those striking almond eyes were covered with sunglasses. It was almost futile to hide who he was, those gorgeous legs and tattoos on display for anyone to recognize him.
Rarely ever did we go out in busy public places like this with the fear of being seen together because we were such private people now. We didn’t want anyone to know our personal business unless they were actively in our lives.
Almost immediately his hand reached towards mine, pulling me into his chest to lay a tender kiss on my lips.
“Hi, angel,” he brushed his nose along mine.
“Hi, mochi.”
But then, something bright and orange on his chest caught my eye.
Angel,
I love you.
Mochi.
Tears welled in my eyes as I took off the sticky note from his chest and placed it in my purse along with all the others from today, besides the one in his car. Noah noticed a tear fall and was quick to catch it with the pad of his thumb. Even though I couldn’t see it due to his sunglasses, I knew his gaze was bouncing between mine.
“What’s the matter? Did you not like the notes?” He asked with worry etched in his voice.
I grasped his shirt, holding him close to me. “I loved it. It was so thoughtful. No one has done anything like this for me before. Everything you do for me, Noah still ceases to amaze me. I don’t deserve-.”
Noah cut my words off with another kiss. “Don’t say that, Y/N. You deserve all of this and more for everything you’ve gone through. I want to be able to give you that, alright?”
When I nodded, he wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull me closer to him before walking through the entrance of the zoo.
“You know,” I patted his tummy. “I should pay this time. Since you paid the last time.”
Noah chuckled at the memory and gave my shoulder a squeeze.
"What the fuck?" I murmured while rifling through my purse.
"Something wrong?"
Gazing up through my sunglasses, I saw Noah looking at me with concern. He pocketed his glasses so I could see the browns of his eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
"No. Well yea," I sighed letting my purse fall to my side. "I must have left my wallet on the bus. You guys ahead. I'll see you back at the venue."
It all happened so fast; Noah pulling out his own wallet, asking for two tickets, and handing the person behind the counter the correct amount of change.
"Noah," I scolded. "You didn't have to do that!"
"Come on. They're waiting for us," Noah said with an extended arm in front of me.
Of course, Noah paid this time and ushered me in through the entrance with a hand at the small of my back.
“I’ll let you get it the next time,” he assured me with a nod.
No he wouldn’t.
Linking our fingers together, we stopped at the first exhibit and I gazed up at him with a smirk.
“Chase thought you were staring at my ass that day.”
Noah snorted with a lopsided grin. “I definitely was.”
With a playful laughter, I let Noah guide me along the way of the zoo, hand in hand.
CHASE
Running a hand over my freshly buzzed hair, I sighed and leaned back into the chair. Malcolm raised his head from his laptop screen, giving me a look of great pause.
“Did I cut it too short?” He wondered.
I shook my head, letting him know that he did a great job at cutting my hair. He always did. Playing with the black band around my left finger, I let out another long sigh.
“I think we should call mixing today. We’ve been going after this track the last couple of days,” I clicked out of the program on the computer before motioning for Malcolm to do the same.
“We have been meaning to catch up on Survivor,” he reminded as he set the laptop on the desk, following me out of our studio.
Y/N’s room was the largest one in the apartment so when she moved out, it was almost a given that we would turn it into a studio. Once we were settled on the couch with blankets and snacks, Malcolm loaded up Paramount Plus as I ran my fingers through his long auburn curls. They were unruly today, something I admired every time I stared at him.
Even though we were officially married now for a couple of weeks, nothing really changed.
Before we could hit play on the next episode, my phone buzzed next to me, the contact name making me furrow my brows.
“Why is Y/N’s dad calling you?” Malcolm wondered.
Shrugging, I hit the green button. “Hey. Mr. Y/L/N. What’s up?”
A deep cough shook my phone. “Hi, son. I don’t mean to bother you.”
Malcolm and I shared a look.
“Don’t even worry about it. Isn’t it the middle of the night where you’re at?” I asked.
There was a lot of rustling in the background in the midst of all of the voices which made me sit straight up, spine going rigid when an all too familiar beeping sound echoed loudly through the speaker of my phone.
“Is Y/N around? I’ve been trying to text her but I haven’t heard from her.”
Malcolm bit the inside of his cheek when we heard how ragged her dad’s voice sounded.
“She’s out with Noah right now. Some sort of redo date,” Malcolm chuckled.
“Oh,” the sadness was evident in her fathers voice before he was hit with another coughing fit. This one heavier and deeper.
I rubbed at the back of my neck. “You still have that cough, huh? It’s been awhile.”
It took a moment before Y/N’s dad’s voice came through the speaker. “Oh, it’s nothing. I promise. Have Y/N call me if you get a hold of her, would you son?”
“Sure thing,” I sighed, knowing that whatever was going on with him, he wouldn’t talk to me about it.
As soon as I hung up, I motioned to Malcolm. “Text her. Her dad didn’t sound good and I didn’t like what I heard in the background.”
While he typed away on his phone, he glanced over at me. “You don’t think he’s-?”
I dragged my hands over my face. “I don’t know what else to think, Mal.”
He gave me a loving squeeze on my thigh just as his text came through the group chat with the three of us.
Mal: Sweets, have you talked to your dad at all? He still has that nasty cough and it doesn’t sound good.
This user is on Do Not Disturb. Notify them of this message?
“Fuck,” Malcolm muttered under his breath before hitting the notify message.
I gently grazed my fingers over his back, trying my best to soothe his worries away.
“Let’s give her a few minutes and then maybe text Noah,” I suggested before we ultimately did our best to keep our minds on the television, not the wellbeing of Y/N’s dad.
NOAH
Cool breeze like an autumn night brushed along our bodies as we ran down the beach together, Y/N’s laughter sounded like a gentle melody to my ears. The sun was about to set, casting us in a glimmer of moonlight that mirrored off of the dark ocean. Birds flew away from us as I chased Y/N up and down the sandy dunes, doing my best to drag her into the cool water with me.
“Careful, angel!” I called up to her as she walked along a rocky wall that led out into the water. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She gave me a wicked smile from above. "Would you catch me if I fell?"
Even though the season changed throughout the day and with the waves crashing around us, I grinned up at her. "Though the skies are turning gray, I'll never let you fall, angel."
As we stood at the edge of the waves now, it soaking our ankles, I watched in slight horror as Y/N walked deeper into the water.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled while shaking my head. “It’s freezing!”
She shrugged and ran her fingers through the waves. "Come on, the water's fine! Stop being a pussy."
I raised a brow, the parallels suddenly becoming evident. Kicking off my shoes, I was thankful this time I wore shorts and not skinny jeans as I followed her into the waves.
"You're insane," I chuckled after reaching her in a couple of large strides.
Her hands linked behind my neck, playing with the ends of my “ocean fucked hair” with a stunning smile on her face. Both of us were knee deep in the water, our clothes soaked, but neither of us cared. The way she always came alive and free out here made me smile.
“My little duck,” she breathed.
“My little crow,” I mused before capturing her lips in a slow and methodical kiss.
Every part of it was thought out. The way my tongue brushed along her bottom lip before exploring every inch of her mouth. Her hands continued to play with my hair while mine gripped tight against her soft skin, leaving half crescent shapes from my nails.
"Fuck!" I cursed when cold water splashed up at my chest, Y/N doubling over in laughter as she splashed me again.
Still reeling from our kiss, I bent low at my knees with a sinister smirk. "You think that's funny?"
"No!" She began backing away from me, doing her best to walk through the waves. "Don't. I'm sorry."
Y/N was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath and seeing how alive she looked right now made my heart soar into my throat. I nearly clutched my chest at the feeling.
"NOWAAH! NO!"
I tackled her into the water, bringing her underneath the waves with me, our laughter carrying up to the night sky.
Once we were back on our blanket, somewhat dry and staring back out into the water, Y/N squeezed my hand.
“Thank you for today, mochi. This was a great redo date,” she rested her head against my shoulder.
I brushed a kiss along her forehead. “Anything for you, angel.”
We stayed like that for a few beats of silence, until my always racing mind thought of something.
“I think I have an idea for the next music video,” I said quietly, gazing at the empty beach.
We’d been the only ones here since I chose a very secluded area, which made what I planned next even more special.
“Oh, is it the music video?” Y/N raised a brow before walking a few paces in front of me, then looking over her shoulder.
She was too far for my liking so leaving the guitar behind along with the song I had planned to play for her, I followed her down the beach again until we came to a sudden stop.
“I still want to play that song for you,” I said.
“Just five more minutes. I love the way the waves sound right now,” she replied.
The sound of the waves crashing echoed all around us, trapping us together. The salty brine lingered on my lips as I licked them, watching Y/N stare out into the vastness of the ocean in front of her. She stood with arms stretched wide and an even wider smile on her face.
"Do you remember what you told me the last time we were standing on a beach together?" I asked while brushing away the hair that blew into her face.
With the hair tie around my wrist, I helped her by putting her hair up into a small bun.
She giggled with a nod. "It can't rain all the time."
The memory of us together, all that time ago, was one of the few that replayed in my mind on a loop. Her face filled with so much worry about how she would deal with the Trey situation and afraid that she would drown in the rain.
But now she glowed with the last few rays of the sunset, the metaphorical halo she wore proving why her nickname fit her so well.
Angel.
With one arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close to my chest, I dug my toes deeper into the sand trying to keep myself grounded. The entire day had been perfect, our redo date becoming a new favorite memory of mine, but there was still one thing left to do. I wanted to do it while I played the song for her but my soul was yearning for it now.
My other hand was stuffed into the pocket of my shorts and it felt like it was wrapped around a weight. My heart would not stop pounding in my chest and I was sure Y/N could feel it against her cheek.
"Angel," I began with a long breath.
Just then, her phone began to ring causing her to pull it out of her sweater with a sigh. She went to ignore the call but when I noticed the caller's I.D, I motioned for her to stop.
"That's the fourth time they've called today, Y/N. You should answer it."
She frowned. "But I don't want to ruin the rest of our night."
I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, humming at the taste of her lip gloss. Lately, she has been tasting like honey.
"It's alright. Answer it."
Nodding, she accepted the call with a smile. "Hey. Sorry, I've-."
The words died on her tongue as she fell away from me, those bright eyes dulling like the dark cloud that suddenly formed overhead, crackling and booming into the air. Frigid rain drowned us in place and with an unimaginable weight that anchored us, I watched as the light around her halo shattered.
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GOTH ID PACK
NAMES ⌇ abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.
PRONOUNS ⌇ abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .
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I've Got You
Summary: After a year of being in Purgatory, Dean has returned and is trying to make sense of what happened while he was away.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (more of a friendship; they deeply care about each other but nothing wildly romantic happens in this story)
Word Count: ~1.6k
Warnings: Light cursing, angst, Dean/Sam contention (this takes place after Dean gets back from Purgatory and Sam is on/off with Amelia), light fluff, light blood/silver testing (non-descriptive)
A/N: Happy October, friends! This is my first entry for the #flufftober2023 @flufftober prompt challenge. The prompt is: "I've got you." I hope you enjoy!
“Dean,” you breathed as you walked through the door of the cabin. Even after you heard his voice on the phone, you couldn’t be sure it was really him–not until you saw him.
“Test me,” his words were firm and clear–much firmer than you remembered. You processed that the man had been in Purgatory for the last year, and his experience had most likely hardened his already tough demeanor.
“Dean, I–” you tried to stop him.
“Test me, dammit,” he grumbled as he grabbed what looked like a jug of holy water and took a swig of it. Next was the silver; he didn’t hesitate to run it along his forearm before he wrapped the cut it left behind with a bandana. He wiped the blade on his denim jeans.
“Dean,” you said, for the third time now. Your eyes burned with tears. You knew it was him from the get go, but now it was confirmed. He handed you the holy water and the blade. You moved slower than he did, but you took a sip of the water and winced at the bitterness; it was laced with salt. Then, you took the blade and matched his movements with a small slice on the underside of your forearm.
Without allowing another moment to pass, he pulled you in tightly to his chest for a hug–so tight, you thought you might not be able to breathe as your body was crushed against his.
“God, it’s good to see you,” he breathed in your hair before he finally released you. “Where’s Sammy?” His eyes moved over your face inquisitively.
“I, uh, I don’t know, Dean,” you were careful with your words. You were a little bit angry with Sam, but you didn’t want to have to explain why to Dean.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” The sharpness made you blink, but you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you with his tone. The man had been in Purgatory for a year, for Christ’s sake.
There was no way around it, though. You were going to have to try to explain and hope he could understand.
“I’ve gotta get out of here,” Sam mumbled. It had been three days since you all had killed the Leviathans, but somehow Dean and Castiel had been killed in the process. You had spent three days researching and looking for how to find them, but you had come up empty. Sam had tossed around the idea of Purgatory , for Cas, at least, because he was an angel; but neither of you knew how that worked–the death of an angel? Where would they go? Could an angel go to Hell?
“Sam, we’re going to find them,” your eyes were heavy, you hadn’t slept. The pain of running in circles reading and re-reading and searching was making you feel crazy.
“Are we? Even if we do find them, how are we going to get them out?” Sam was angry, and you understood that. But anger wasn’t helping the situation, and you wished he could realize that.
“I don’t know yet,” you sighed as you placed your elbows on the wooden table in front of you and dropped your head into your hands. “We will find a way. We always do.”
“I have no one now. My family is dead, I just…I gotta get out of here,” he repeated. His words stung, but you knew you weren’t family. You weren’t even a hunter, initially. You had stumbled into this world when the Winchesters had saved you on a hunt a while back. Now that you knew what went bump in the night, there was no turning back. “I’m sorry, but I have to go…” Sam seemed reckless, but you also knew that you couldn’t stop him. Not really, anyway.
You stayed silent, but as the door closed behind him, tears pooled in your tired eyes.
After you had explained carefully what had transpired, you tried to ease the blow. “You always wanted Sam to get out of the hunting life, Dean.” Your words were soft.
Dean sat on the sofa leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs as he stared at the wall opposite him. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say a word.
“I gotta get some air,” he cleared his throat and stood quickly. He reached for his jacket. “I’ll be back later.” Before you could say a word, he was already out the door and pulling it behind him with a slam. You couldn’t help but feel defeated, yet again.
This was the third dive bar you had checked in an hour. You had lost hope and wondered if you really knew the oldest Winchester at all as you looked for him. But there he sat on a barstool at the end of the dimly lit bar.
You heaved a sigh before you walked towards him. “I’m gettin’ real tired of looking for your ass,” you grumbled playfully as you carefully moved onto the stool next to him.
His eyes didn’t move from the back of the bar as he took a pull from his beer.
“Yeah, well, at least somebody’s lookin’,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
You weren’t sure what to say to that immediately, so instead you leaned against the bar and flagged down the bartender. “Could I get a Stella, please?” The bartender nodded and went to retrieve your bottled beer.
A few moments of silence passed. “I just thought he’d look for me,” Dean's voice cut through the quiet noise in the bar as he stared at the label on his bottle. His fingernails picked at the edges in a way to distract himself.
“I know,” you tried to form the words in your head before they tumbled out of your mouth incorrectly. “Sam loves you, Dean. He’s just…he’s tired. Does that make it right? Not necessarily. You’re his brother, but this life…it’s not the life he wanted.”
“And you think I wanted it?!” His voice raised as he looked at you incredulously.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that you and Sam are different people,” you tried to explain carefully, reminding yourself again that it’s not you, it’s Purgatory.
He seemed to relax as he remembered this was you that he was talking to. “I’m sorry,” he groaned inwardly as he turned back in his stool to face the bar. “I would do absolutely anything for Sammy. I was lost when he was gone. I just thought he might do the same.” After a quick pull from his beer, he changed the subject. “So, what’d you do this past year?” Dean asked acrimoniously, as he glanced at you briefly and toyed with the paper label on his beer bottle.
You waited for a moment, just as the bartender placed your own beer in front of you. You moved it around in your hands for a few seconds. Like Dean, your fingers found the sticker on the bottle and began to pick at it so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “I looked for you,” you answered slowly before you pulled the beer to your mouth and took a sip. You felt his gaze now, his head turned to watch you as if he was surprised to hear what you said. “I hunted a little, here and there. Mostly just when I stumbled upon a job, though.”
“...you looked for me?”
You were surprised that he was surprised. It was your turn to turn your head back to him to meet his gaze. “Of course I did,” you said hesitantly. “I tried everything, Dean. I interrogated demons, I tried to make a deal, I tried to summon Crowley–”
He cut you off very quickly. “Woah, woah, woah,” his eyes were narrowed in on you now and you watched his entire body tense. “You tried to make a deal? And summoning Crowley?” He was pissed. You didn’t care.
“None of it worked, Dean. The crossroad demons said they didn’t know where you were, but I didn’t believe them…though I’m wondering if they really didn’t, since you were in Purgatory,” you were mostly just reading your own internal dialogue at this point. “I’m not sure how that works, exactly.” You nibbled gently on your bottom lip as you processed your thoughts.
“Are you insane?” He was still pissed. His voice rose a bit in volume and you glanced around to see the handful of other bar patrons glance in your direction.
“Oh, calm down,” you said in a hushed tone while you rolled your eyes. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” Dean knew it was true, but he still wasn’t happy. “Again, none of it worked anyway.”
“You know better than that,” he shook his head, the disappointment bled through his words. But somewhere mixed in with the frustration, you heard gratitude.
“And you know better, too. I wasn’t just going to sit on my ass or ride off into the sunset like everything was fine,” you still couldn’t find his gaze. It was easier to stare at the glass bottle between your hands.
He didn’t respond right away. The sound of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” was playing on the jukebox now, and it was the only noise you could hear just over the chatter of the other people in the bar. “Thanks,” you weren’t sure you heard him right away, but you felt his fingers graze the top of one of your hands that was clasped around the bottle. “I’m really glad I’ve got you. So if some shit ever goes down again, no goin' off and making deals to save me. If I came back and somethin' had happened to you..." his voice trailed off. You would spend a lot of time wondering what he had wanted to say, but chose not to. Instead, you moved your head to look straight into those green eyes, and that’s when you noticed it. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and while his eyes were still sad, you saw a glimmer of hope.
A/N: Thank you for reading! As always, I am always open to any feedback you may have :)
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I hope your feeling well. I would like to request an Amelia shepherd x reader where the reader is in recovery of self harm and one day Amelia comes home and finds her harming herself. First angst and then fluff if you are comfortable <3
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of self-harm, blood and the brief mention of suicide. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.
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In a dimly lit room, you sat at a shabby old desk belonging to your predecessor. The room seemed cramped and suffocating, as if the bare walls were getting closer and closer the longer you stayed there in your chair. You stared at the screen of an overloaded old computer, your eyes wide open and your forehead furrowed thoughtfull, the table littered with all the papers from a new case, scattered in a chaotic arrangement while the coffee in the cup next to it has long since become cold, ignored and forgotten.
Your hands clinging to the mouse, sweaty and shaking, the cursor on the screen frantically darting over various tabs and icons as you desperately tried to get anything done amid the pressure, stress and sleepless nights of the last few weeks. Your breathing was heavy and shallow, but your chest was still falling quickly and in an irregular rhythm. The air around you thick and the pressure within it palpable, as if invisible hands were constricting your throat.
"Hey, y/n. Are you okay?" A bright, feminine voice asked, her fitting figure standing in front of your desk. Your eyelids flickered as you lifted your head, the thoughts in your head swirling wildly as you tried to keep control of them and yourself. But the only thing you wanted at that moment was to go back to the blade and relieve yourself, even though you had already been clean for three months and had promised yourself never to fall back into this addiction.
"Y-yeah, everything is fine," you lied in a broken and raspy voice, the desk lamp next to you flickering dimly as the room filled with a muffled, monotone sound that seemed to penetrate through your ears and lodge in your head. "Are you sure? You look pale and you are sweating. Do you have a fever?"
The pressure inside you grew with your colleague's questioning, heavy like an unbearable weight that rested on your shoulders and pulled you further and further to the ground. Every second that the blonde's eyes were on you seemed like an eternity, and the pressure inside, mixed with a deep panic, felt like a bubbling volcano, ready to erupt and consume everything around you. "You know what? I feel sick. I am going to go home and rest."
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As soon as you got home, you quickly ran to the bathroom and looked for a brand new disposable razor, which you had disassembled in seconds. The world around you blurred into a diffuse mist of colors and shadows as you sat down on the bed and violently tore your jacket down. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and your gaze was blank, fixated on the cold silver between your fingers. Your hands shook as you placed the blade spasmodically against your thin skin, fighting the inner storm to hurt yourself and destroy the promise you gave Amelia.
There was an ominous silence around you, broken only by the dull thumping of your own pulse. Your body was heavy, bound by an invisible chain, your legs rooted to the ground. Your face marked by fear and desperation, but also relief as you pulled the blade through and a thin line of blood appeared on the cut. It helped you release the pressure you were holding inside, pouring out the stress of the days.
It was a moment of liberation that no one understood. Another cut brought you repeated relief and at the feeling of burning and escaping emotions, you closed your eyes as you tilted your head back and took a deep breath. In your trance, you didn't even hear how the front door closed and your girlfriend checked on you in every room. "Y/n? My love, where are you?" Amelia called but you did not hear her, the environment around you seemed unreal and vague.
Amelia had come home after your colleague called her and told her about the incident that had happened at work. She was worried that you really were not feeling well, leaving you go home alone in case something happened to you, so to be on the safe side she had called the emergency contact number listed in your file to make sure you were not alone and someone could look after you when you got home. "Elizabeth called me and said that you-" she stopped perplexed in her tracks, her jaw hanging low as she spotted you, bloody razor just inches away from your wrist.
Close to it, there were cuts, angry red blood dripping down onto your thigh. "Hey, what are you doing there? Put that down, please" she demanded softly, mostly out of fright and shock. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet her gaze as she dropped her bag on the floor and immediately made her way to the bathroom to grab some bandages. Amelia returned with a small, wet rag, which she gently placed over your wrist and pressed firmly onto it. There was not much bleeding, she did not have to worry about serious injuries, however tears threatened to fall. The brunette was scared- terrified for you.
"Why?" she asked sniffling, not showing the slightest bit of anger in her voice. You looked up nervously, your shiny and relieved eyes meeting her sad hazel brown ones. She ran her fingers delicately through your strands of hair before her hand came to rest on your cheek, her thumb lightly stroking your cheekbone. "You were clean. Why did you do that, darling?"
„I just needed to escape the harsh and bleak reality. Life recently got so rough and I felt like I may burst,“ you began to speak and she pulled you into her chest by the back of your head. Amelia kissed your hair, ran her hand through it and gently rocked you from left to right. Her chin rested on your skull, her eyes closed to calm her racing heart. She was not mad at you, never could be. She herself knew what it was like to fight an addiction; it took her several attempts to be sober for a good three years. "I am sorry, Am."
"It is okay. Please only answer one question," you nodded your head, still hidden in her chest and held by her. "If you could kill yourself right now, would you?" You quickly jumped and tore yourself away from her, your eyes wide at the shocking question. Placing your hands on her thighs, you gently rubbed her knees and looked deep into her eyes. "No, because suicide means that you have given up on yourself. And I am not going to do that. I just had to let the pressure go because I did not see any other option."
#greys abc#greys anatomy fanfic#greys anatomy imagine#greys anatomy fanfiction#greys anatomy#greys anatomy oneshot#greys anatomy imagines#greys anatomy x reader#amelia shepherd imagine#amelia shepherd imagines#amelia shepherd oneshot#amelia shepherd fanfiction#amelia shepherd x reader#amelia shepherd fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#imagines#imagine#writeblr#writers of tumblr
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Object show asks!
II: MePhone4 Mepad Taco Microphone Test Tube Fan Lightbulb Paintbrush Baxter (wait why is he here???) Clover Silver spoon Candle Floory/The Floor Suitcase Knife bow bot
TPOT/BFB: Two Gaty One X Four Tree BlackHole Fanny Pillow GB TB TD Cake Winner Profiley Coiny Pin Firey Leafy Loser Book Eraser Bell Basketball Lollipop Flower Lightning Remote marker bottle
HFJONE: Airy Liam Amelia Bryce
OTHER: Clock (itft) Animatic (Ab) Kratcy Yoshka (cmfot) ALGEBRALIENS: Six Nine Seven Five Three Fourteen Ten Fifteen
(note: might make random posts as characters for fun)
other fandoms: any character rlly (dead ask thing)
#object show#object show art#object shows#object show community#objectsona#object show fanart#alternate universe#unanswered#inanimate insanity mepad#inanimate insanity test tube#test tube inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity#oc lore#object oc#oc x canon#ocs#osc#bfdi tpot#tpot#tpot fanart#two tpot#one tpot#battle for dream island#bfb#battle for bfdi#bfdi#itft#itft clock#itft osc#animatic battle
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You know in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End when Elizabeth and Will get married in the middle of kicking some major ass???
I’m imagining that happening with Sebek and Sparrow Jane or Silver and Amelia. Even Lilia and Divian work with a situation like that. Each relationship is so chaotic in their own way that each event, while having the same scaffolding, would have different reasons for happening and different ways of going about it.
Sebek and Sparrow Jane would’ve been stow aways on the Black Pearl, thanks to the lady herself, and eventually ask her father to marry them while in the middle of a fucking fight. Like, they’re in the middle of fighting on a family heirloom and Sparrow Jane asks her dad to marry her and her boyfriend because he’s a captain and has the authority to do so, right there smack dab in the center of the deck. And imagine Sebek coming back to his family from that endeavor and explaining how he’s now a married man because he didn’t know whether or not he’d live after that fight with Sparrow Jane. They do have a more proper wedding later, but Sparrow Jane still tells their daughter the story of their first wedding and it’s the girl’s favorite bedtime story.
Silver and Amelia would likely have just found a stroke of weird luck and found themselves in the middle of a massive fight. And, because Lilia is Lilia, he just says that they should get married in the middle of it all because even he isn’t sure whether or not they’ll live after the entire ordeal, he wants to see his son get married, and both he and Divian have the authority to marry people and have for quite some time. So, while Lilia covers her, Divian marries Silver and Amelia, who are trying to beat ass and say their vows at the same time. It just ends with Divian saying, “Okay, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Mister and Missus Vanrouge! Whatever! Silver, kiss your wife before one of you gets shot, already, I need to see it!” and Silver is just like “okay” before they just start making out for a good thirty seconds right there in the middle of everything. When it’s all over, they plan an actual wedding that Lilia officiates this time because he wanted a turn and both he and Divian tell the story of both weddings to their grandkids like it’s one of their war stories. Though, technically, it kind of is one.
And Divian and Lilia going through that themselves might’ve actually been what their wedding was like if they’d gotten married much sooner. In the middle of a war zone, Divian just asks Lilia to marry her in the chaos of it all. Being the General he was at the time, Lilia is sort of outraged but also sees that it makes sense since neither of them know if they’re going to make it out alive. So Lilia tells Peaches to officiate the wedding since she’s had the authority to do so for quite a while and the Lieutenant General does just that. Eventually, it ends in Peaches yelling “Kiss your bride and get back to trying to not die!” and that is more than enough motivation for Divian to grab Lilia by his waist, kiss him quickly on the lips, tell him that they’ll consummate back at the camp if they don’t die, and then get back to it. Lilia was stunned for a split second before he had to bludgeon an enemy over the head with a stone as they tried to sneak up on him.
It’s just a fun scenario to me!!!
#twst#twst oc#canon x oc#twisted wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge#silver vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#divian vanrouge#divian eva#sparrow jane#sparrow jane black#amelia yuu#lilia x divian#sparrow jane x sebek#silver x amelia
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Treasure Planet X Wings of Fire
Here’s some smaller screenshots with movie screenshots in them as well. Keep in mind I drew all of this after the watching movie I wasn’t really using references so it’s not like they’re a bajillion percent accurate
I drew all of this while listening to Epic the musical, and it was on the last song for Mr Arrow and bones, which is why they aren’t the same detail
[ID: (in order of the singular images) 6 wings of Fire dragon references and two headshots, all digitally sketched in a red pencil-like brush. Each dragon is heavily referenced off some characters from the show Treasure Planet. Bedside each dragon is written the character they’re based on and the Wof tribe the dragon design is also based on. Each singular image has the dragon, it’s info, and an image of the character it’s based on.
The first dragon is a heavy set MudWing based on John Silver. His right legs and wing are mechanical, heavily based on the cyborg parts of the movie character. His wings are semi spread, held above him but curved so that they aren’t fully spread. He wears a captains hat that looks small on his head and has a large tail that has a scarred end, as if it were cut off at the very end. A small hoop earring is on his short ear, and his horns seem to have been sawed off halfway, given a flat cap over the end of them.
The second is a much thinner and lankier dragon based on Captain Amelia. She is listed as a hybrid of an icewing and a sandwing. Her wings are folded at her sides, showing off the frill had follows along her spine. It breaks apart in some areas, becoming small quills behind her head and neck and on the end of her tail. Her head is thinner, with sharp ears perked upward. A larger captains hat stands on her head.
The third dragon is another Mudwing based on Dr. Delbert Doppler. He is dwarfed by Silver, despite being the same tribe. His stance is less wide than Silver, though he also has a blockier head and shape. his wings are semi folded in the same way, though tilted a little upward. He has small glasses on his face and darker spikes and horns along his face and the back of his neck. Ears are rounded and folded over halfway.
The fourth image has two dragons which seem to be arguing. Furthest from the screen is a huge but lanky Sandwing. Based on the antagonist Mr. Scroop. His wings are outspread and the membranes are shown to be in tatters. A talon is outstretched toward the screen, curled like he were preparing to hit the smaller dragon in front of him. His face is thin but showing a wicked snarl, long horns jutting outwards opposite of his snout. A spiky frill lines the back of his head and down his spine. His ribcage is a pronounced shape, not in the way that he’s starving but to show how thin and lanky he is. His tail curls behind his feet and points its scorpion like barb directly at the chin of the other dragon. The other dragon is nearly half his height, facing toward Scroop and away from the screen, face in an open snarl with his ears pinned backwards. He is a Nightwing Skying hybrid based on the protagonist, Jim Hawkins. His wings are touching the grounds at his sides and the ends folded upwards. Spikes line his spine from neck to tail, which curls around him like it was mid-flick.
The fifth image is a side profile headshot of an old and thin looking Seawing based on the old and dying character, Bones. He has an underbite, large webbed frills along his head and spine, and catfish-like whiskers on his chin. small sharp teeth are visible on his closed mouth, and his horns look to be broken off.
The sixth image is a 3/4ths headshot of a thicker Nightwing with a wide nose and chin based on Mr. Arrow. His face his scrunched in what looks like a grimace. He has short but big horns, and spikes that stick out from his spine along his neck. A thick captains hat sits on his head.
The final image is a full body reference of a robot made to look like a rainwing. He is based on B.E.N. He is 3/4ths facing the screen in a sitting position, with a wide mouth open in a grin. Mechanical frills on either side of his head are open wide. His winds are semi open and pointed outward on either side, showing that they have minimal ‘membrane’ as if he wasn’t built for flying. His chest has a circle in it, which resembles the broken compass the character has in his own chest.
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Woaaah that was a lot of writing 😂
#crossover episode anyone?#dragons#wings of fire#design#animals#what am i doing#treasure planet#mudwings#sea wings#nightwings#wings of Fire hybrids#captain amelia#dr delbert doppler#james pleiades hawkins#john silver#bones#Mr scroop
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Highlights from a swashbuckling, futuristic watch party on this fine 6th anniversary of "The Shadow War!":
"No Sail"
The sail deactivating every ten seconds after despositing a nickel
"Warning: Never. Drink. Sea water! Tempting as it is, it'll just make you thirstier."
Mine!
Goofy pulling up a fake shark fin while Donald gets a real shark
Return of the Perfect Cast!
"Duck to the Future"
Godfrey and I DREADING this episode
Not Doofus Drake! ><
WriteBackAtYa: "Who doesn’t want lemonade made by 87 Doofus Drake’s feet?"
(No! Bad Will!)
Magica appearance?!
This episode predicting Scrooge being Doctor Who
$500 BUS FAIR?! DAMN INFLATION!
HDL's "adult" designs (It's not fucking hard to make them look like actual adult ducks!)
Old Man Gyro
Me: "Where's Time Baby when you need him?" Godfrey: "Again, same brain"
Take a shot every time WriteBackAtYa says "It gets worse"
Us HATING Future Webby's design (Her outfit is fine, but everything else? Bless me bagpipes, it's bad!)
Pay no attention to the witch behind the curtain!
Future Doofus being an absolute dick (Webby deserves someone better, and that someone is Lena!)
puffywuffy8904 and Alex: *pointing out how Drake is dead* WriteBackAtYa: "The orange traffic cone above his grave should be stolen by now"
Johnny Quest ass shot
Future Louie riding shotgun
Even in the original series, Dewey crashes a plane
Suddenly, THE HINDENBURG DISASTER
Scrooge disrupting the timeline with Webby saying she's not into Doofus (Thank you for setting the course for a good future, Scrooge. This episode was… UGH… Never again! ><)
"Sky Pirates…in the Sky!"
Dewey wanting to tell his family how he got his hat
"Hey feet off the merchandise!"
Us singing the Sky Pirate song!
Scrooge's golden reaction after the song finished and the treasure was stolen
puffywuffy8904: "even though it was SHIT"
Any: "Busted" Me:
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Webby casually gaslighting Louie into believing the Sapphire of Souls is real
Louie being the Gollum of the family
Don Karnage being a bad actor
puffywuffy8904: "you know who ELSE is a botanist" Me: "MY MOM"
Cater-chiller
Godfrey and Kaito stealing my thunder
Discord dunking on Dewey by freezing the stream during his Sky Pirate reprise
Even LAUNCHPAD was mad at Dewey for what he did! LAUNCHPAD OF ALL PEOPLE! That's how you know you and your ego trip fucked up!
Magica having a better disguise than Don Karnage
Sky pirates: "A Duel!" Godfrey: "(cue duel of the fates)"
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The way Scrooge boards the Sunchaser with his hat full of treasure. XD
Webby revealing to Louie she tricked him: GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS
Marshmello x DuckTales - Fly (Music Video)
Scrooge and the kids embodying the element of sassy
Puffy panicking about the family being out in space
"MARSHMELLO IS A DUCKTALES FAN"
This song being in a Fortnite event apparently
Treasure Planet
Everyone realizing Missy hadn't joined yet (The lack of "smash" was noticable.)
Me sharing Treasure Planet Lorcana cards
The offended "Ewww"
melcat33: "family clearly having a huge crisis" "MY JUICE" Tokuvivor: "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen drinking… juice."
puffywuffy8904: "HEY COOL A DEAD GUY"
Alex pointing out how the dying guys always have to give a vague warning
Jim: "Treasure Planet." Me: "Roll credits."
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Delbert immediately being on board to tag along with Jim
The meta in "character-building months"
The TRANSITION from the Hawkins' residence to the Spaceport!
Captain Amelia appearance!
CYBORG…
John Silver 🤝 Hugh Neutron Calling Jim and Jimmy "Jimbo"
MORPH APPEARANCE
Learning the original Treasure Planet novel popularized a lot of pirate tropes
Everyone praising how it is a fun yet underrated movie
puffywuffy8904: "wait are they gonna kiss eww" Me: "Outside. Now!"
Subtitles dying as John Silver was berating the crew
"I'm Still Here" screaming 2000s-core
Subtitles near the end of the montage:
Star Wars doing the "Your father is the true villain" shtick first
TransedMyGender: "You know what's worse than a supernova?" Alex: "see your father leave"
Scroop killing Arrow!
puffywuffy8904: "there ain't gonna be a treasure planet 2 for us to worry about" melcat33: "don't you dare jinx us"
"oh shit, guess i have a kid now"
Morph messing with Jim
Missy FINALLY joining the watch party!
Morph custody fight
Everyone saying who they consider the best duck waifu (Morph can be a duck if he wants to. lol)
Suddenly, ROBOT
Learning that Jim was voiced by Joseph Gordin Levitt (NGL, he sounded a lot like Ben Schwartz at various instances)
The violins playing
"We're not a couple" Delbert and Amelia LITERALLY having a shipping moment immediately after
puffywuffy8904: "this guy stinks" Me and WriteBackAtYa's first thoughts:
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THE MEME
"Woof."
Delayed subtitles
🎵Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!🎵
The WONDERFUL meshing of 2D animation and CGI
Us @ Scroop's death:
Me: "BITE OF 87" WriteBackAtYa: "87 like ducktales?"
BATHROOM BREAK SPEEDRUN
puffywuffy8904: "hey you know what ELSE has robots and supernovas" Alex: "not Jimbo's dad"
Suddenly, HUEBERRYSHORTCAKE APPEARANCE!
This movie being TaleSpin in Space
Family is the greatest treasure of all!
WriteBackAtYa: "His mom is cool" Me: "She did her very best." WriteBackAtYa: "Like no one ever was"
SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON
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Delbert and Amelia already having quatriplets quadruplets
DuckLooneyHistoria bringing up the 1988 Russian Treasure Island movie
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#my post#duckblr movie night#dt cafeteria table#duckblr#no sail#ducktales#ducktales 1987#duck to the future#ducktales 2017#ducktales reboot#ducktales season 1#sky pirates… in the sky!#music video#marshmello#fly#treasure planet#Youtube
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He's my everything
Pair: 2k12 Leonardo x Rise!Reader
Summary: The Rise!Turtles are happy they found you alive and healthy, but how would they feel when you tell them you're not coming home.
Warning: confusion on who's who
Part 1 | Part 2
"You're all here" You softly spoke.
You bent down to the best of your ability to help the Turtles from the Rise Universe to stand. Mona who was the closest to you, since she came out to greet you as well, came over to help. Rise Turtles stared at you in shock, tearing up at the thought of you being alive, you gave them a soft smile when they broke.
"(Y/n)!" Mikey wails as he brings his arms around you. Raph even Donnie hugged you tightly.
Rise Leo stared at you from afar, Amelia holding his arm and another hand on his shell balancing him. He watches as you held his brothers tightly crying as you reunited.
"Go hug her" Amelia whispers to him.
"I can't" Rise Leo whispers back, "I don't have the rights anymore"
"We're gonna need to talk when we get back" Amelia says as her and April walk forward to hug you as well.
2k12 Donnie had Rise Turtles sit in their living room to explain their situation, seeing as they've gone through it from (Y/n)'s arrival.
"- We might be able to find why the portals have been opening" 2K12 Donnie says. "We'll have to head to the kraang facilities to check it out"
"THE KRAANG!" Rise Turtles exclaims.
(Y/n) flinched at the loud noise as she chuckles, completely forgetting how the kraang from her world is too scary as the dumbasses kraangs from this world.
"The Kraangs left earth long ago, they haven't been back and even if they do they won't stand a chance" you said.
"Yeah, we sent them out to the universe" 2K12 Raph boasted.
"What (Y/n) told us, your Kraang was pretty aggressive and scary" 2k12 Mikey explains. "Our Kraang is pretty dumb"
"Can't even speak proper english after being here on earth for the longest time" Kat says crossing her arms.
"Okay, Donnie. You and plus other world Donnie and Raph find the facilities and check in with me. The others can stay here, the less the better. We won't attract attention to unknown enemies" 2k12 Leo commands.
"Whoa, whoa you can't order your brothers like that!" Rise Leo exclaims. "You aren't leader"
"Actually I am" 2k12 Leo replies, "I've always been leader to my brothers. Splinter chose me"
"Leo has some middle child nonsense going on" (Y/n) jokes as she walks towards the kitchen.
"In that case, Donnie and Raph go. The faster we find the weapon or sort, the fast we go home" Rise Leo says. "We can't wait for you to come home with us (Y/n)"
2k12 Turtles stopped their actions hearing that sentence, you weren't even planning on going back. You have your life here. You love your world's turtles but the turtles who found you has made their way to your heart. They made you who you are now.
"Leon, I can't go home with you guys" you softly said.
"Why not? Clearly we found you and you belong to our world" Rise Leo responds.
"I... Leon" you stuttered not knowing what to say, or how to break it to him.
"You don't wanna go home with us?" Rise Mikey asks.
You gave him a soft smile, "I have a family here, I built my life for the past three years. I don't wanna leave"
"But we're your family" Rise Raph begs.
You grabbed the hem of your shirt as you slowly lifted up, showing a small but noticable bump on your usual flat stomach.
You caressed your belly as you smiles, "I'm pregnant Mikey, I can't go back with you guys"
The Rise Universe's jaw drops at the revelation. How were pregnant this early in your life and let's not forget, you came here to this world three years ago. Damn, you move on fast.
"W-Who...?" Rise April asks, not even sure she wants answers to her questions.
2k12 Leo came behind (Y/n) as he places his hands on her bump, the Rise Universe practically got a lightbulb lit up as they piece the puzzle together. They now notice the shiny silver oval diamond ring coated in blue on your finger and a makeshift ring around 2k12 Leo's neck.
You have both gotten married within the three years, and now your welcoming your first child into the world.
The Rise Universe snap from their thoughts as they congratulated you, but Leo.
Rise Leonardo stood there in silence.
Amelia could practically hear her relationship cracking into broken pieces.
You found your home.
They knew...
They couldn't take it away from you anymore.
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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤: 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤
Jeff the Killer - Jeffrey "Jeff" Alan Dan Woods
Homicidal Liu - Liuis "Liu" Victoria Woods
Sully - Sullivan "Sully" Akira Woods
Randy - Randall "Randy" Allen Warren
Keith - Keith Harvey Davis-Green
Troy - Troy John Green
Ben Drowned - Benjamin "Ben" Scott Lawman
Jane - Jane Todd Richardson-Vaughn
Mary - Mary Annabelle Vaughn
Ticci Toby - Tobias "Toby" Erin Rogers
Masky - Timothy "Tim" Buck Wright
Hoodie - Brian Hunter Thomas
Skully - Jay Gabriel Merrick
Kate the Chaser - Kate Eleanor Milens-Hayes
Charlie - Charles Matheson Jr.
Laughing Jack - Laughing Jack in a Box
Eyeless Jack - Jackson "Jack" Nicky Nyras
Slenderman - Simon (middle and last name unknown) (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)
Splendorman - Jim (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)
Trenderman - Beau (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)
Tenderman - Cedric (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)
Sally - Sally Maryam Dawn (formerly Williams)
Dr Smiley - Azerael Jesse Smiley
Nurse Ann - Annie "Ann" Lusen Mia
Nina - Nina Selene Hopkins
Candy Pop - Unknown
Candy Cane - Unknown
April Fools - Unknown
Jason the Toymaker - Jason Caleb Meyer
The Puppeteer - Jonathan Cole Blake
Clockwork - Natalie Priscilla Ouellette
Rouge - Heather Bridget Marshall
Wilson - Wilson Liam Marshall (neé Jones)
Zalgo - Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h
Queen Blackheart (oc) - Elizabeth Cindy Phillips (name prior to death)
Lazari - Lazari Natalie Swann
Stripes - Eloise Sarah Bellarose (name prior to her death)
Nathan - Nathan Maxwell Lux
Bloody Painter - Helen Delilah Otis
Kagekao - Unknown
Laughing Jill - Laughing Jill in a Box
Sadie - Sadie Marie Bennett
Hobo Heart - Unknown
Cat Hunter - Rodrigo Milo Ortiz
Chris the Revenant - Christine "Chris" Wendy Meyers
X-Virus - Cody Larkin Drake
Dollmaker - Erina Jezebel Kerenzalys
Frankie the Undead - Frankie Hades Asher (his real name prior to his death)
Judge Angels - Dina Angela Clark
Lifeless Lucy - Lucy Ava Jones
Lost Silver - Ethan Kin Fuji (his real name before his death)
Glitchy Red - Red (his real name remains a mystery)
Strangled Red - Steven Garrett Stoughton
Dr. Locklear - Evander Agnar Locklear
Lulu - Lucille "Lulu" Tiffany Greatfeil
Killing Kate - Katherine "Kate" Evelyn Knight
Screaming Dawn (oc) - Dawn Evelyn Woods
Will Grossman - William "Will" Gordon Grossman
Lulling Lauren - Lauren Robyn Ross (neé Evans)
CR - Carl Morton Ross
Emra - Emra Amelia Blake (neé Albridge)
Zero - Alice Marie Jackson
Slendrina - Charlotte (first name prior to death/experimentation)
Lily - Lily May Kennett
Nightmare Ally - Adeline "Ally" Ashley Abendroth
Zachary the Proxy - Zachary Julius Gibson
Oliver - Oliver Gorgon Henderson
Alex Kralie - Alexander "Alex" Joseph Kralie
Amy - Amy Callie Walters
Jessica - Jessica Ellie Locke
Seth - Seth Apollo Reid-Wilson (neé Wilson)
Sarah - Sarah Cassie Reid-Wilson (neé Ried)
Third Base - Richard "Doby" Vincent Doggers
Vailly - Vailly Suki Evans
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