#sorry you guys are getting a double punch as i catch up

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

young ladies shouldn’t waltz with vampires

a/n: happy halloween!!! here's the fic you guys voted on and shaped a few weeks ago

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summary: “so, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

warnings: vampire!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x vampire!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, historical au (1840s), mind control/vampire compulsion, blood, biting, age gap, ball, dancing, polyamory, threesome, first kiss, kissing, loss of virginity, somno, cockwarming, dirty talk, size kink, pain kink, pussyjob, overstimulation, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex

word count: 3511

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“I have to admit, out of every rose here, you’re the most breathtaking.” 

Glancing up from the table before you, cluttered with crystal glasses brimming with refreshments, your eyes flickered to the man now standing beside you, his own piercing blue stare firmly directed at you and no one else in the buzzing ballroom. 

Your stunned lips parted slightly before the gentleman boldly spoke up again, “how come I’ve never seen you before?” 

Feeling your breath hitch, you managed to babble, “oh, it’s probably because this is my first time at a proper ball. I haven’t really previously been allowed to come stay at my family’s London estate and–, I’m sorry…” you swiftly stopped yourself, sensing the heat that had ridden in your cheeks, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this…”

“Well, lucky us that you got let out of your cage and the rest of us finally get to gaze upon your beauty,” he flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes flickered to someone behind you, “if you’ll excuse me, I see someone I recognise, but would you perhaps grant me the pleasure of a dance a little later?” 

Averting your gaze, a smile tugged at your lips as you uttered, “you’d have to ask my brother.” 

“But I’m asking you,” he dipped down to catch your vision, “would you care to dance with me?” 

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but let out the truth.

“Y-yes.” 

As a smile swiftly tilted his lips, the gentleman then bowed slightly before you as he plucked up your gloved hand and pressed his lips to the back of it before disappearing into the merry crowd. 

Feeling slightly dizzy, you finally snatched up the drink you’d originally wandered to this corner of the chamber to fetch. 

Though as you granted yourself a small sip, fingers suddenly grasped your arm and yanked you deeper into a corner. 

“Sister!” you blinked up into your brother’s eyes as he’d evidently spotted you from across the ballroom and, judging by his tone, not approved of what he’d seen, “what in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Ripping your arm free, you furrowed your brows, “what are you talking about? I was just getting some punch.”

“No,” he hissed at a hushed volume, “why were you talking to him?”

A confused scoff then bubbled out past your lips, “I’ve talked to plenty of men at this party, with and without you at my side, so why is he any different?”

“Because, sister,” he leaned down a bit further, “he’s not a man. He’s one of them,” his eyes scanned your own before he spelled it out, “a vampire.” 

Though you’d never previously encountered one yourself, you still weren’t so naive to not be aware of the known influential status such creatures of the night had in the society you lived in. Them being in attendance at a fine ball was nothing compared to the other privileges they had achieved over the centuries. 

“Really?” you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder, though didn’t spot the bloodsucker again. 

“God,” your brother groaned quietly, “I know mother and papa have kept you rather sheltered compared to myself, but trust me, you have to stay away from them. They’re monsters, killing is in their nature,” with a hand on your cheek, he guided your gaze back to his, “promise me you won’t speak to one ever again.”

Blinking back at him, you then uttered sincerely, “I promise.”

“Good,” a visible weight then faded from his shoulders as he let go of you and straightened back up to his full height. 

As you stayed on the outskirts of the party, one of your fingers curved to trace the lines of the fine glass still clutched in your grasp. 

Soon your eyes flickered up from the liquid remaining in the goblet and landed on the other guests. Elegant crinoline gowns swooshed and swayed to the music emanating from the small string quartet in the corner, acting as a heartbeat for the lords and ladies of London as they danced the night away. 

“Well, as I live and breathe,” a voice then found not only your brother’s ears, but yours as well. 

Twisting slightly, you watched as a wide grin swiftly stretched your brother’s lips, “Thomas!” he spread his arms out for the redheaded man nearly within his reach. 

As they pulled each other into a tight hug, your brother’s friend chimed in his ear, “how you doing, old chap?” before withdrawing from the embrace, though still kept one palm fast on your sibling’s shoulder. 

“Not bad, not bad–, oh, Tommy,” your brother then suddenly glanced back at you, “this is my little sister,” gesturing betwixt you both, “sister, this is Thomas, we went to boarding school together.”

Extending a hand, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he shook your palm before casting his gaze back upon your chaperone, “would you mind if I stole your brother for a moment?”

“Uhm,” you glanced to your sibling before uttering, “no, of course not. Go, have fun, catch up.”

And before the pair slipped away, your brother leaned down to whisper in your ear, “be good till I get back,” to which you offered him a nod in return right before they both vanished from your sight and left you alone at the edge of the dance floor. 

Though as you slowly began to wander along the perimeter, your gaze once again affixed upon the sea of swaying pairs in the centre of the ballroom, your gentle stride then abruptly halted as a bulky figure shifted to pass you, though as the stranger attempted to, the two of you collided and the remainder of the drink in your hand splashed across his jacket.

You both froze as you slowly peeled your wide eyes up from the stain of your drink, that lightly dripped from his clothing, and instead flickered up to find the stare of the aristocrat you’d accidentally bumped into. 

“Oh god…” your heartbeat swiftly hammered in your ears, deafening out the elegant music that filled the chamber, “sir, I am so sorry, I-I wasn’t looking at where I was going and–”

“It’s alright,” he hastily put an end to your blubbering as he eyed the soaked patch, “it’ll dry,” he uttered, running a broad palm down over the wetness. Though as his gaze flickered back up to find yours, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he then said, “well, spilling your drink on me, the least you can do is offer me your name so that I know who to warn about to the people who actually are precious about their attire.”

“Lady Y/n Y/l/n,” you averted your gaze as your knees bent in a gentle curtsy, “delighted to make your acquaintance, even under the circumstances–, again, I am so incredibly sorry…”

“You’re a lady but with such lack of grace? Well, now I understand why you aren’t on the floor dancing with someone,” he jested in a teasing tone. 

The heat that had already crept up in your cheeks fiercely worsened, “I am a great dancer, I’ll have you know!”

“Oh really?” a smile dazzled his features, “I think I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he spoke as the current song came to an end and he extended a hand out to you, “shall we?”

For a moment, you let your glance flicker about the chamber in search of your brother, though when you couldn’t spot him, you found your own palm thinking for itself and gliding into the man’s standing tall before you. 

Once he’d led you out onto the floor, the palm he slid across your waist, and used to guide you a smidge closer to his own frame, caused a shy gasp to slip past your lips long before your feet began to shift below your poofy plum coloured gown. 

“Well, I guess you weren’t lying after all,” you soon heard him note after you’d danced for a minute, your movements having been nothing short of perfection since the very first step. 

Blinking up at the blonde man holding onto you tight, you finally asked, “what is your name, sir?”

“Lord Steven Rogers,” the title rolled off his tongue as his own gaze kept yours captive, “at your service, my lady.”

“Are you from here? You don’t sound it,” you commented on his accent, “but are you?”

“That’s a good question,” a slight tilt found his head, “London is one of my favourite places and I have spent many of my years here, but it’s not where I’m from, no.”

“So, you’ve travelled a lot?” you asked as he spun you an arm’s length away from himself. 

“You could say that…” he smirked as he twirled you back into his hold, “are you?”

“Am I what?” you found yourself slightly dizzy, though not from the dancing. 

“From London?”

“Well, my family does have a place here, but I haven’t spent much of my time in the city. At least not yet, I’m hoping I can begin to now that I’m grown, though to be quite frank, I have no idea where to start.”

“I could be your guide,” his offer caught you off guard, “it might have been a few years since I last called this city my home, but I still know it like the back of my hand.”

Mouth shyly agape, you simply blinked back at him a second before uttering, “perhaps if my brother came along as a chaperone.”

“I thought you said you were grown,” the tone he used to deliver his teasing seeped directly into your bones and made you thankful of his firm grip on you as the pair of you continued to sway to the music, “a girl asks for permission and can’t be trusted on her own, but a woman however, takes exactly what she desires and doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way…” his smouldering stare then briefly dipped before you heard him murmur, “so, what are you? A little girl or a woman?”

“I–…” you blinked back at him, struggling to navigate the exhilaratingly foreign situation you found yourself in. However, before you could stammer any further, the song came to a close and the surrounding couples parted ways. 

Though before you could take even one step back, his hand kept you close a moment longer as he dipped down for his breath to tickle the shell of your ear. 

“Meet me in the garden,” he whispered, causing even more goosebumps to erupt across your skin, “then you can give me your answer...” 

The cool night air kissed your cheeks as your glance flickered away from the candlelit terrace you’d abandoned only moments prior in order to stand beside the bushy mouth of the dark hedge maze further down the expanse of the estate’s garden. Faint music still found your ears as it echoed out the open windows of the grand manor where the ball still boomed. 

Then suddenly, as you were lost in your thoughts of disbelief at what you were doing, just before you could talk yourself into returning to the party, you felt your hand be grabbed before your eyes fluttered up to find the lord you’d been awaiting, his arrival haven been so sudden that it nearly caused you to jump straight out of your skin. 

Without a single word, Steve began to drag you into the maze, far away from any prying eyes and where the darkness could swallow you both whole.

“Where are you taking me–,” you attempted to ask, though as the man then abruptly stopped, what he did next stunned you to your very core. 

Pulling you close, closer than you’d ever been to any man before, he then pressed his lips to your own, sufficiently shutting you up before you could elaborate your question any further. 

The kiss was abrupt, fevered and entirely your first, leaving you dazed and reeling to catch up to the reality, to the dream you were finally expecting.

When Steve finally felt you relax into him, his feet began to shuffle and shift you back till your spine was pressed up against the denseness of the hedge behind you. 

But just as a shy whimper from you vibrated against his tongue and your fingers drifted up to whisper around his silky necktie, the snapping of a twig suddenly found your ears and caused you to jump away from your dance partner. 

Casting your glance over Steve’s broad shoulder, you spotted as the dark-haired gentleman, that your brother had so fiercely warmed you about, slithered out from the embrace of the shadows. 

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the man smirked, folding his arms across his wide chest as he continued to stare. 

Eyes wide, you then began to stammer, “Steve,” lightly patting your partner’s arm as he hadn’t yet shifted to protect you with an air of understanding, “h-he’s a–” 

“A vampire?” the aristocratic creature raised an eyebrow, “how about you take another look at the lord that just had his tongue down your throat.” 

Your panicked glare then fluttered back to Steve in front of you, however, before you could manage to push him away, his hands flew up to either side of your face and he dipped down to stare into your eyes with an intense you’d never witnessed before, somehow locking you up in his gaze as he then compelled you, “don’t scream,” and under the moonlight, you swore you saw his pupils briefly dilate as his wish slithered into your soul, “stay calm.” 

Continuing to cup your cheeks, Steve then kissed you once again. Even though his previous words had turned you completely docile in his hold, the sensation of his lips as they soon pecked away from your own, on a determined journey down over your jaw, caused you to melt away that much further.

The neckline of your deep purple gown was so wide that it exposed not only your shoulders, but also crept down scandalously low on your chest. 

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as his kisses tickled in their path down your neck, the sensation shooting straight down between your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s lips were devouring the tender spot where the base of your throat blossomed into your shoulder, a sharp pain suddenly caused your eyes to snap back open as the vampire had sunk his teeth into you. 

You winced slightly as blood began to trickle free, your gaze locked with the other man’s as he took a step forward and closed the gap. Standing directly behind Steve, his hand then raised up to stroke your hair.

“So, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

Though you’d barely gotten to sleep an hour, you began to stir as the vampire sprawled out in front of your slumbering form kissed down your neck and swiftly sank his fangs into your shoulder. 

Wincing awake and still weak from the blood the two lords had already drained you off, your hiss soon faded into a mumble, “Buck…”

Tilting his chin back a bit, Bucky lapped up the crimson that trickled down from the bite before he whispered, “shh, you can just stay asleep…” and you noticed his hardness straining against you below the covers, “it’s okay, I don’t mind…”

You couldn’t fathom how the vampire still wasn’t satiated after everything that had happened that night, things a lady such as yourself had never dared to even imagine possible. Even now, you were still slotted in between the two naked men under the canopy of a bed in the grand estate they’d taken you to, your virgin blood still staining the sheets, or the little of it that they hadn’t lapped up for themselves to savour. 

Though the restless one before you had stirred you for another taste, Steve was still sleeping like a rock. He was laying directly behind you, his burly chest still pressed up against your spine as earlier, when he’d impulsively tried to stretch out your ass, made the decision to do something about that impossible tightness and have that little hole warm his intimidating girth while he slumbered. It made it difficult, to say the least, for rest to come to you as the sensation of his fat cock plugging you up was nearly too much for you to bear. 

“Oh, what is it?” Bucky chuckled lowly at the wince you let out as he began to nudge his dick against your puffy pussy, “are you sore?” he asked in a mocking tone, grinning wider as you nodded hazily in response, “but you like it, don’t you?” he torturously tapped the weight of his length against the creamy mess between your thighs, the sensation causing both your holes to throb and clench, making Steve’s cock still embedded deep within you seem that much more enormous, “you like it when it hurts, when the sting of pain mixes with pleasure…” he then caught your eye and compelled you, “tell me that you like it.”

“I like it,” you hear the desperate word flow out your lungs, “please don’t stop, please keep hurting me, keep biting me, drink every drop of my blood, use me however you wish, it all feels so good–, ah!” the pleas he’d made you utter were then cut off by a rippling moan as his bulbous tip suddenly caught your entrance and greedily slid back into your warmth. 

The fierce rhythm Bucky swiftly found rocked you so roughly that the movements didn’t just split your poor pussy open as he bucked up into you, but it also caused your frame to shift back against Steve and sink you down that much further on his cock, letting his heavy sack nuzzle tightly against your slick skin. 

As your whimpers filled the room and mingled with Bucky’s own grunts of pleasure, you felt the girth in your ass twitch and rapidly grow painfully hard before the arm the slumbering bloodsucker had slumped around your waist tightened as he stirred with a low rumble directly in your ear. 

“Mmm… having a little midnight snack, are we?” Steve groggily hummed from behind you as he nuzzled his nose into your tousled hair, “you know she’ll pass out soon if we keep drinking like this.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky then slid his palm down the length of your arm, plucking up your hand till his lips ghosted against it. However, just as you let yourself hope that he’d just plant a peck upon your palm, his teeth instead pierced the flesh, right below your thumb. Although, the vampire did show some restraint as he only offered you a little nip before ripping your hand away from his mouth and holding it out for his partner to grasp, “here, you look parched,” blood already began to pool like a little puddle in your palm from how it slowly oozes out of the wound. 

Accepting the delicacy, Steve first dragged his silky tongue over the bite, before he let his fangs sink into you with a deep groan, the taste of you only making him harder. As he began to drink from your palm, his hips greedily began to rock, making you tremble between the two lords of the night from the dizzying manner they both now fucked you. 

As your moans filled the night air, Bucky’s fingers found your face in a caress before he leaned in to snuff out your sounds and let you taste the tangy iron of yourself on his tongue. Soon, his kisses began to dance down over the column of your neck, till his face was buried in your heaving tits, leaving a blossoming trail of hickeys to mark his path as he moved down to capture your nipple between his lips.  

“I know we usually only keep our dinner till the morning comes,” Bucky muttered as he nipped at your boobs, only pausing to briefly glance over your shoulder at the man behind you, “but there’s something different about this one, don’t you agree, Steve?” 

“She’s fucking delicious…” you heard him purr in your ear, “maybe you could be more than just a quick bite to eat…” both of their cocks continued to rock in harmony, filling your holes up to more than the brim, “maybe you can be our girl…” 

Sucking in a shaky breath, you tilted your head to catch both of their eyes, “for how long?” 

Keeping his neck tilted, Bucky blinked up at you and uttered, “…forever,” before he buried his teeth into the soft peak of your tit.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[blue-sadie]

Something To Look At

Even Buckley x Reader x Eddie Diaz

Summary: a relaxing shower could lead to many things especially with thoughts like thoses

Warning: double penetration, semi-public sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I giggled at buck as went on about the charity calendar my eyes drifted over to the locker room when I saw some movement in the corner of my eye "oh my fuck" I whispered catching the attention from the others.

My eyes widened wondering over his exposed chest "whose that" Maddie asked "oh that's eddie diaz just graduated top of his class this week" Bobby smiled I bite my lip.

"Hey" I snapped out of my thoughts when buck nudged me and looked at me with a knowingly look "what" I muttered and walked behind with buck as we went to introduce ourselves.

"I'm yn" I smiled shaking his hand and our hands and eyes lingering a bit to long for bucks liking he pulled me away by my waist keeping his hands planted on waist "and I'm buck" he growled.

Eddie's mouth twitched as his hands stared at buck's that were on my waist "pleasure" he smiled you could cut the tension between them with a knife.

"Come on" buck ushered me out and away from eddie into the gym with him "try not to bulk up to much I don't need every girl to be looking at you" I teased taking off my sweat shirt leaving me in my sports bra.

"I could say the same" he grumbled and started working out I rolled my eyes and giggled to myself and bandaged up my hands so I could use the punching bag.

I let out a few deep breaths before I started swinging the force of the punches moving the bag to much "buck can yo-" I was interrupted when eddie slid behind the bag and held it "I got it".

I started punching and would kick every few minutes "you got a good form" he murmured as his eyes glided over my body biting his lip "I think you should stop" I whispered glancing over to buck who was already staring at us clenching his fists.

"What are you guys together or something" he asked as he stared at buck "something like that" I murmured but I gasped out hearing the clash of something hit the floor.

The sound of the alarm interrupted us "fuck" I sighed out and took off my bandages "yn you stay here we're taking eddie with us" Bobby shouted as he ran to the truck "what" I muttered "sorry" eddie said running off with buck.

I groaned and rolled my eyes taking a seat on the bench my eyes watching them run to the truck biting my lip 'fuck' I don't know how ill concentrate with both of them on my team.

I looked down towards the ground taking a couple breaths before getting up and head towards the showers to clean up but my steps fultered as I felt myself dumpen the images of them both fucking keeps popping up.

"Get a hold of yourself for fuck sake" I whispered and grabbed a few things from my locker and went into a cubicle and turned on the water when the temperature reached my liking I stepped under and let out a sigh of relief the hot water helping ease my sore muscles.

I rinsed off my body and just stood under the water eyes closed letting out deep breathes through my nose I let out a small hum as I imagined them being here with me their hands gliding over my skin their lips attached to my neck.

My hands threading through their hair as they pleasured me and that's when I felt it I gasped and turned around and freaked as I saw eddie and buck naked "looks like someone was enjoying themselves" buck teased biting his lip as his eyes looked over my body.

"Y-your back" I grinned nervously using my hands to somewhat cover myself eddie clicked his tongue as buck just shook his head they stepped towards me pushing me back intill I was up against the wall.

"Don't be shy now" eddie murmured as they leaned in towards me I looked to the ground and shakily removed my hands "good princesa" eddie murmured and moved his hand to my neck urging me to look up at him while buck's hands started playing with my breasts.

"Be quite now don't want Bobby to hear now do we" buck said as I let out small whines of pleasure bucks hands fell to my hips and he pulled me against him under the water pressing his body pressed to mine I gasped as eddie came up behind me and did the same.

"I-i thought you hated eachother" I murmured they looked at eachother for a brief second before eddie whispered into my ear "we have a thing in common" he growled lightly nibbling on my earlobe.

My head started to feel dizzy this can't be happening "come on dude let's stop teasing her and fuck the shit out of her" buck grumbled and with one single movement he was inside me "b-buck" I whined out my hands immediately went to hold his shoulders.

"Hold on princesa" eddie whispered and slowly started pushing in with buck my knees buckled and buck had to cover my mouth so I didn't alert the others my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the stretch.

"Shit she's tight" buck groaned as they started moving in and out "enjoy this mia amor" eddie muttered they thrusts slowly started increasing in speed as I started loosening up.

"Fuck dude I think the whole station can hear us" buck released his hand from my mouth as he laughed out, my hands dug into bucks shoulders as I tried containing my moans but the pleasure was just to much.

"Aw the poor baby is trying" buck cooed cruelly at me his thrusts only getting harder "try contain yourself when we r-ruin you" he groaned, eddie grabbed the back of my thighs and picked me up causing them to hit new angles.

"Oh fuck" I cried out throwing my head back against his shoulder I felt myself getting close I tried to warn them but they understood and never let their thrusts fulter for a second.

"Cumming" I moaned out my eyes rolling back and my body trembled, eddie slowly put me down both of them not pulling out I leaned onto them catching my breath and closed my eyes.

But when I opened them they were gone there was no trace of them I looked around and out the cubicle and no one was their I quickly turned off the water and dried myself off getting my clothes on as fast as I can.

I exited the showers and saw that the team was back, my eyes scanned over the room in till they landed on eddie and buck who were laughing and actually being civil eddie locked eyes with me and winked.

"These two are gonna be the death of me"

[muzzlemouths]

Day 1 — "Best friend"

"Alright, I've got one. How do you make a tissue dance?"

You stifle a snort, smiling ahead of the punchline. "How?"

"You put a little boogie in it!" Sun slaps his knee with a metallic clang that echoes, shoulders bouncing with laughter that mirrors your own. "Get it?"

"Very funny," you answer. "Did you hear about the guy who stole all that soap?"

The kiddie chair groans under his weight as Sun leans closer, his laughter momentarily forgotten. Suddenly he's very, very serious. "I haven't heard a thing," his rays dance a little, shrinking inward. "Did they catch him?"

Humming, your hand digs idly into the tub of pony beads sitting between you, dragging the answer out as long as you can. A theatrically deep sigh escapes you. "I'm afraid not," you tell him. "They say he made a clean getaway."

A smirk slowly creeps onto your face as he twitches in your peripheral vision. The wall clock ticks once. Twice.

"Oh, you sneaky little—" He breaks for laughter, wheezing with an automated grind of rusty levers deep within his chassis that sounds more akin to a deflating balloon. "The set up, the punch line, the drama," his palm lands with a humored thump against the table, bouncing the beads in their tub. "That was a good one. You're going to beat me at my own game, at this rate!"

"Oh, hardly." Your hand swims through the rainbow sea of beads in search of a specific shade of blue. "I'm just repeating what I remember out of my jokes book."

Sun threads a letter bead onto the elastic cord pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "A whole book full of jokes?" His faceplate spins with excitement. "Oh, pinch me! What a thrill!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool, I guess. The library billed me for its hospital stay, though."

"Hospital—huh?"

"Well I had it so long, I broke the spine," you curb your laughter behind a façade of seriousness, not allowing him enough time to process the first punch line before decking him with the second. "I tried getting an appointment with a good doctor, but they were all booked!"

Sun is doubled over before the last of it is even out of your mouth, having evidently picked up on where the joke was headed, already, and still it has him entirely consumed by glee. He's going to break the kid's table between you if he slams his fist into it any harder.

Having successfully located the correct shade of blue, you slide the last bead to sit beside the rest and finally tie the cord off with a knot, neat and tidy. It's nothing special as far as kandi bracelets go, but you're proud of the effort behind it, regardless. After all, you weren't prepared to do any crafting today in the first place. Sun had asked you to help him sort the new shipment of beads before you went home for the night — one thing led to another and, well, here you are.

"All finished!" Sun quells his laughter enough that he can tie off his own bracelet; a parade of pastels in every color with the letter's "BFF" at the center. It hangs on a single finger, dwarfed by his massive hand, as he offers it to you with a big, cheesy grin. "Well? What d'ya think?"

The bracelet slips over your palm and comes to a rest just below the joint like a slipper made to fit. "BFF?"

"Best friends forever!"

"I love it," you tell him, feeling warmed by the notion. "Want to see mine?"

Too impatient to wait for an answer, you hand over your second bracelet of the night — a string of midnight blue with chunky yellow stars in between — and watch as his eyes light up and his voicebox crackles with a certain gravel that isn't quite his.

"Pretty," he says. Too short of a remark to have come from Sun. He slides it along his own wrist to sit above the yellow bracelet already there.

"Well, I should get home." The miniscule chair topples backwards as you stand, hands bracing against the table. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer tonight. There's a concert opening downtown and I want to get back before the traffic gets too bad."

Sun follows your lead and awkwardly squirms his way out of the kid's chair. "You could always stay the night," he says. The giggle in his voice is the only way to know for sure that he's joking. "Let me walk you out, at least."

These moments are your favorite. When the world is quiet, and you can enjoy each other's company without worrying about what tomorrow brings. It makes every goodbye feel like it will last forever. Who would have known that a friend could ever feel so much like home.

Sun opens the door for you, but stands in its path, shifting the weight between his feet with a metallic ring of his bells and a doting expression like he has a thousand things he wishes to say to you. Ultimately, he settles for something simple, yet no less fond.

"See you in the morning."

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I have an idea for the next part in teenagers:

Miles and Gwen and Hobie and reader go on a double date/just hangout. Reader tells them about everything that happened with Miguel. Later when they’re hanging out at reader/Miguels place, Miguel gets a little lighter on all the rules for you all (door still stays open though)

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟖

I had to add onto how you were dangerous so this is a lot 😭

“Yeah, and the file said she was dangerous, how can this cute little thing be dangerous?” Hobie said, ruffling your hair as you explained what happened to you and Miguel, because they noticed it was a little awkward.

“If anything she’s the least dangerous person here.” Gwen laughed, and pointed a fork at you.

You rolled you eyes. “Okay, okay, fuck all of you.”

“Even me?” Hobie gasped and feigned offense.

“No.” You kissed his cheek, and miles and Gwen both rolled their eyes at you guys.

Hobie laughed as he saw their faces.

“Anyways, you all comin’ with?” Hobie asked.

“Yeah.” Miles and Gwen said at the same time.

Then you guys went into an alley, and hopped into the portal.

“Hey, Mr. O’Hara.” Gwen said when she saw him on the couch.

“Hi.. you didn’t tell me they were coming.” He looked at you.

“Right.. sorry. I didn’t kn-“

“It’s fine. Just don’t forget to leave the door open.” He said.

“We won’t. See you.” You said.

He’s been quiet ever since you both fought. He’s let you do whatever, and you didn’t mind.

“Hey, once they’re gone, we need to talk.” He looked at you before you entered the room. He was done with the secrets.

“Alright..” you said, a little confused, he just avoided your gaze and looked back at the TV.

You all talked and hung out for a while, throwing popcorn and pillows at each other.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys.” You said to miles and Gwen, as they both opened portals.

“Bye, thank you for today. It was fun.”

“Yeah.” Miles agreed, and they both left so it was now just you and Hobie.

Miguel walked in the room, looking at Hobie.

“Should I go or…”

“You can stay. I think you should hear this.”

You looked at Miguel confused, as you went on your bed.

Hobie looked at Miguel then you, then Miguel again.

“So, you read the whole thing right?”

“Not the whole things.. just the part about how I was taken by you, and how I was dangerous and had to be watched.”

“Do you know why your dangerous?”

“���no.”

Hobie leaned back, interested.

Miguel sighed. “I didn’t wanna tell you this, but, you remember how I told you about the doctor strange guy from earth 19999?”

“Yeah.. why..?”

“Basically, when you were younger, you had powers, nobody thought you could control them, until he came by, and hid them away. In this file, it tells you exactly what powers.” He handed you it.

Type: Superhuman individual.

Sex: Female.

Parents: Unknown, it is believed that a parent dropped her off on earth 712 for someone else to pick her up, to which they never did.

Potential parent/s: Pietro Maximoff because of their similar powers, Stephen Strange

Guardian: Miguel O’Hara.

Age: 4 years old.

Powers/abilities: Superspeed (Estimated to be about as fast as quicksilver from earth 616). The ability to change time, she does not know how to control it.

“The fuck..? You’re joking.” You looked up at Miguel.

“I wish. You were a pain in the ass when we tried to catch you, always running away. And accidentally turning back the time over and over. Dr strange had to step in.. and hide them.”

“Well, I want no part in whatever the fuck that is…” you threw the file at him.

Hobie just stared in amusement.

“Don’t know why but that makes you even hotter.” Hobie mumbled.

“What?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know… you don’t have to.” Miguel shrugged, picking up the file.

“Goodnight, Miguel. Thank you..”

“No problem.” He said, smiling softly, before leaving.

“Well, look at my girl, you’re more powerful than me.”

“Was I not before?”

He snickered “Definitely not.”

“Hey! I could be totally scary!” You hit his chest.

“You punch like a baby.” He yawned.

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Love you though.” He laughed, and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled and laughed as he started to tickle you.

“Stop! Stop! Hobie!”

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Laney!!!!!!!! trick or treat ✨

hi kay <33 so i may have gone a bit insane and written you a full jarty microfic so…. here’s that

the alley | jarty microfic | 1.1k | nsfw | fighting, fucking, blood, spit, general grossness

It’s because of the hole at the bottom of Barty’s stomach that he keeps coming back. An insatiable need to consume. A relentless ache. And he’s never been one to deny himself anything, even when saying no would be so much easier.

James Potter sits across the dingy, low-lit bar, pint glass half empty and dripping condensation in front of him. It’s his fifth if Barty’s counting correctly. James glances at him, huffs a laugh and looks back at his beer. He knows what Barty’s planning, and he won’t stop it. He’ll play along like he always does, and they’ll both leave bloody and sore, covered in the indents of each other’s teeth.

Barty nurses his own drink until James drains his glass, then finishes the rest in one gulp. He’s already decided who’s paying for his next.

He’s been making eyes at some guy a few seats over from James the whole night, making sure James has noticed, and it’s time to go in for the kill. He raises his glass, catching the man’s attention, asking him sickly sweet with his eyes, buy me one?

The man moves down the bar next to Barty, asks the bartender to get him another, and Barty runs a hand up his arm.

“Sorry about this,” Barty whispers, leaning in to say the words directly into his ear.

The man pulls back, confused, only for a second before he’s being yanked back by his shirt and thrown to the ground. James is on him in a second with a fist to his jaw.

The man tries to protect his face, buck James off him, but it’s no use. When James gets like this, all you can do is take it. Barty would know.

After a few more strikes and the unmistakable sound of cracking bone, Barty intervenes. He wraps his arm around James’ neck from behind and pulls him off, cutting off his oxygen flow.

“You broke his fucking nose,” Barty says gruffly into James’ ear before pushing him toward the door.

James stumbles back, taking a few gulps of air before responding. “Whose fault is that?”

Barty shrugs, bares his teeth in a crude imitation of a smile. “Aw come on now, Jamie. Let’s not play the blame game.” He punctuates it with a wild punch to James’ cheek. He feels the skin split on impact, registers the trickle of blood down his fist only a second before James returns with a punch of his own straight to Barty’s gut. He doubles over, clutching at his stomach.

It’s grounding, the feeling of having all the air forced out of his lungs. He craves this over and over again. That blissful emptiness before his body forces him to suck the air back in. He can barely manage it before James’ knee connects with his nose, knocking him back and on his ass.

He tastes metallic as he runs his tongue along his teeth, smiles through the pain.

Glancing up, he can see James is being dragged out by two huge guys, but he isn’t fighting. Barty waits his turn, until he, too, is being hauled up and out the door.

The cold air bites into Barty’s skin as soon as he’s thrown outside. He loses his balance with the force of the push, catching himself on the concrete with his hands. He’ll have nasty scratches for days.

“Jesus fucking christ,” James says from above him, yanking him up and pushing him against the nearest brick wall. “You’re sick, you know that?”

Barty’s vision blurs, he can’t tell left from right, but he can tell James is mad mad. The kind of mad only Barty can make him.

“If I'm sick, what does that make you?” he taunts.

James lets out a noise of aggravation, deep and low in his throat, before he smashes their lips together.

It’s hungry and gross and bloody, a combination of want and disgust that equals out to some perverse replica of relief.

James breaks the kiss, dragging Barty behind him to the alley beside the bar. It already smells rotten and wet; they don’t even have to try.

It’s quick and disorienting, the way James shoves his hand down Barty’s pants, palming at his cock a little too harshly.

“Fuck,” Barty grunts, surprised by the sudden pressure. It’s riding that perfect line of too much and not enough.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” James growls. “Get me into a fight and now you want to complain?”

“My only complaint is that you’re not on your knees already,” Barty bites back, raking his teeth down James’ neck, breaking skin when he bites into the soft skin connecting it to his shoulder.

James honest to god whines, busying his hands with unzipping Barty’s pants. “Fuck, B.”

Barty pushes his thumb into the fresh wound, smearing the blood, mixing it with his own before licking a stripe up James’ neck. They always taste so good together like this. He hates how much he likes it.

James doesn’t waste time after that, sinking down and pulling Barty’s cock out. He takes him down to the base quickly, and Barty can feel his throat relaxing around him, struggling to take it all.

“That’s it, Jamie,” Barty coos, condescension dripping from his tongue. “So fucking eager.”

James pulls back, lightly scraping his teeth over Barty’s head in a way that makes him see stars. It’s a warning. This isn’t submission.

Barty grabs roughly at James’ hair, keeping him in place so he can fuck down his throat easily. He watches as James’ eyes stay defiant, never breaking contact. His fingers dig into the meat of Barty’s ass, no doubt leaving nail marks as he pulls Barty deeper with each thrust.

“I hate you so fucking much,” Barty spits with an exceptionally harsh thrust. James gags around him, eyes watering so pretty, tears streaking through smears of blood. Even still, he doesn’t break.

Barty knows James hates him too. It’s why he loves to say it when James can’t respond, can’t argue. He sees it in his eyes, though. That utter fucking disdain. It’s what ultimately has Barty pulling out and coming all over James’ face, painting him in an obscene mural of blood, spend, and tears.

James closes his eyes finally, but keeps his mouth open to catch what he can. Barty uses two fingers to swipe through the mess of fluids, bringing them to his own mouth to taste the sharp tang. He lets it sit on his tongue, mix with his own saliva before spitting it into James’ open mouth.

James swallows, always a little too eager to please, and sits back on his haunches. Barty can see where the dirty alley water has seeped into the knees of his jeans, but James doesn’t seem to care.

He looks up at Barty again, none of his rage extinguished. “When we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your name.”

Barty just smiles. “I’d like to see you try.”

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Love's Remedy ༓ jjk (m) l ch. II

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: angry koo, jealous koo, gym rat koo, thicc thighs koo, protective koo, kook checks his abs out, koo gets in a physical fight with an aggressive jerk that involves punching, name-calling (half pint, hermit crab, b*tch, Bambi, honeysuckle, kookie), mention of blood (minor), jk is very cute and determined towards oc, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), oc has poor self-esteem, cussing, bit of crying...sorry lot of warnings this chapter

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: Yes, I'm aware this chapter is short, still Jungkook is shirtless in half of this and I am not sorry. This chapter also gets heavy but I hope you enjoy! 💞

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A week passes since the frat party and Jungkook hears nothing from you. He's reluctant to accept that you've likely already deleted his number but why else would you be radio silent? Why would someone like you ever be interested in a shy little nerd like him?

He's disappointed but when he gave you his number, it's not like he was expecting anything in return.

Well, he can’t stay hung up on you forever—he'll give you one more week. In the meantime, it’s 5 p.m and he’s off to do his daily lifting at the gym. He read somewhere online that evening is better for building strength, and that is exactly what he intends to do.

With a basic black tank top and gym shorts on, Jungkook scans the expanse of the facility. The place isn’t too crowded being that it’s nearly dinner time but it’s still moderate. He’s hoping Jackson will join him soon, considering they’re buddies now because isn’t that what guy friends do? Workout together?

When he makes his way to the weight room he quickly finds it's packed with guys double his size. Half of them look like they're upperclassmen while the other half is split between first-years like him and a small handful of women. He sheepishly strolls over to an empty pull-up bar, deciding to start with chin lifts.

Jungkook sets his water bottle on the ground, reaches for the handle, and lifts his body up until his chin is level with the bar, legs swing in the air slightly. He then extends his arms back out. The burn in his biceps feels good. He repeats the motion a few more times but has to stop when he hits six.

He takes a big swig of his water, already sweating evident from the tank top sticking to his back. The coolness of the water helps but between his own sweat and the sweat of others around him, Jungkook is tempted to throw his shirt off. Most of the men in the room aren’t wearing any more than shorts anyway so why can’t he?

Jungkook grasps the edges of his tank, pulling it up a little. How did his abs look? Were they good enough to show off? He’s working out diligently since 14 but he was still on the smaller side compared to the rest of his peers.

The mirror to his left helps him get a better look so he shifts his body over. When he does he catches a slight glimpse of a familiar face in the top right corner. Jungkook instantly drops his shirt, whipping his head around.

What were you doing in the weight room? And with some buff guy twice his size closely behind you? All he’s doing is staring at your ass in those tight purple shorts which so happens to have a matching crop top.

Jungkook scowls at the sight.

When you take a seat at one of the bench presses a couple of feet away, his eyes widen. The guy you came with stands behind your head as you lean back. He helps you set the barbell. It’s too far for Jungkook to hear what he’s telling you but he’s convinced it’s nothing good. Whoever this guy is he won’t stop grinning, and you’re grinning back!

You said you don’t do relationships. You said you'd think about going out with him. You said a lot of things but here you are with some guy that looks an awful lot like a boyfriend, how disgusting…

Fuck it.

Jungkook turns his eyes away from you, yanks his tank off, and grabs the pull-up bar again. He’s gonna knock ten of these out in one set.

Shoulder-width apart, he keeps a steady pace though he makes sure to take deep breaths to prolong his stamina. His eyes fixate on the back wall of the weight room to avoid you and your supposedly new boo from getting in his head.

Apparently, you just didn’t want him. It’s fine. Jungkook exhales. It’s all fine.

After three sets of chin-ups, Jungkook releases himself from the bar to check his phone. He takes another glug of his water too.

Jackson: hey Kook, I was planning to join you at the gym today but I got my family in town tonight. Man, it’s only been a week….can you believe they’re here to visit already?

Jungkook: Wow, all I’ve gotten from my family is a short text saying good luck. They must miss you a lot but yeah, it’s no problem. We can work out another time?

Jackson: You got it bro. Thank you for understanding 🙏🏼 Also, there’s a second thing 😬

Jungkook: ??

Jackson: I might have told my parents about you so are you free to get lunch with us tomorrow? My parents want to meet you. Our treat.

Jungkook: Really? Okay yeah. I’d love to meet them. Time?

Jackson: We don’t know yet but likely 1pm if that’s okay?

Jungkook: Sure, I’ll just be studying so. Text me when you know.

Jackson: I will. How’s the gym?

Jungkook hovers his thumbs over the keyboard. When he glances up to think, he’s reminded of your lingering presence. You’re no longer bench pressing anymore but instead doing a set of bent-over dumbbell rolls. With the way you’re torso’s angled, anyone who’s anyone has a direct view of your rear end. Any decent person would pay it no mind but that same douchebag next to you keeps gawking.

“It’s not meant to be a fucking sex position,” Jungkook mutters and types out a response. “Fucker.”

He makes his way to the black punching bag on the other side of the room, passing a strong glare at that young man as he nears the two of you. He doesn’t know his name but he’d really like to go over there and knee him in the balls. His eyes flicker at you for a moment, so pretty.

“The hell are you staring at my girl for half-pint?” The man calls Jungkook out in an aggressive stance. “Keep your eyes in front before I fuck you up.”

Frazzled, Jungkook scurries to move past the both of you with his head down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything.” He doesn’t get three steps before a solid form blocks his path.

“Who are you apologizing to? Your feet? Look me in the damn eye when you talk to me.”

“Jun-ho stop,” you come up beside the man, tugging at his arm. He yanks himself out of the grasp, however, jolting your body back. You nearly lose your balance.

“I’m just trying to teach this little hermit crab what happens when you stare at another man’s woman, baby.”

Jungkook clenches his fists as you struggle to re-stabilize yourself. You should not be with this asshole. He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve to be calling you his baby. Who the fuck does he think he is shoving a woman like that.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you spit. “I’m not your woman. Now leave Jungkook alone. He doesn’t need this.”

Jun-ho gives you a cocky smirk. “Oh? So he’s Jungkook huh? You know him too. You fucking him behind my back or something?” He takes a step towards you. Jungkook lunges forward seeing your obvious discomfort.

“Don’t touch her!” Jungkook stands between you and Jun-ho. He’s shaking so badly but he doesn’t budge. “Take another step and I’ll–I’ll–“

“You’ll pound me in the ground? You and what army? You can’t even talk.” He snorts and moves to toss Jungkook to the side. “Get out of my way.”

Jungkook feels the back of his neck heat with rage, his ears red and burning. There’s no way in hell he’s letting Jun-ho get to you.

“She told you to stop, so why don’t you just–fuck off!” Jungkook shoves Jun-ho back with as much force as he can. His body’s not built and his arm muscles aren’t as ripped but he’s got some big fucking thighs that manage to anchor him to the ground.

“You shit.” Jun-ho grits his teeth and punches Jungkook straight in the gut. Jungkook doubles over in agony. His hand clutches over his abdomen as he groans. You hurry in front of him but you’re thrown to the side by a pair of large hands. “Move bitch,” Jun-ho snaps, eyes bolstered on the smaller man.

“Hey, what the hell is going on over here?” The manager of the gym rushes over to the three of you. He grabs Jungkook and offers him support. “You can’t be doing this young man. You need to leave now.”

Jun-ho shakes his head. “Count yourself lucky this time Jungkook. Could have been a lot worse if it weren’t for this old man getting in the way.” He stares at the manager and then at you. “Come on __.”

“You’re fucking nuts if you think I’m coming with you. I’m staying with Jungkook.”

“No, you’re fucking not.” Jun-ho reaches for your arm until his head is knocked backward by a clean, punch to his jaw. “Fuck! You Fuck!” He holds his jaw, stumbling into a rack of dumbbells behind him.

Jungkook’s knuckles bleed as he holds his own wrist. He winces at the sharp throbbing and stinging from the punch. “Okay no more, no more,” the manager anxiously darts his eyes back and forth between him and Jun-ho. “I want you all out of my facility this instance.”

After being thrown out of the gym, Jungkook returns to his dorm room. He insists he takes care of his injury himself but it doesn’t sit well with you so you follow him.

“I’m so sorry about this Jungkook. Jun-ho’s a bastard.” You finish wrapping his knuckles in the elastic bandage then lean forward to place your hands on his shoulders. “Promise me you won’t ever do that again.”

Jungkook holds your pleading stare from his seated position. Your soft hands are simultaneously soothing and unsettling. He’s not mad at you for what happened at all. But seeing you with a jerk like Jun-ho when you rejected him, someone who’d never treat his girl like a piece of trash causes all kinds of knots inside him.

“You’re not going to see him again right? Because I can’t make that promise if you do.” His voice is low, nervous that you'll say yes.

Jungkook might not have personal relationship experience but he's witnessed his share of unhealthy relationship dynamics more times he'd like to count.

“Jungkook…” You muster up the best reassuring smile you can and tuck a few loose strands of his hair behind his ear. “Nothing's going to happen between me and Jun-ho anymore. We weren't anything serious. But you care too much about me, I’m not worth the trouble.”

Hearing this, he reaches a hand up to close over yours. “Please don’t say that. Everyone deserves to be cared for and as long as I can help it, I’ll be the first to do it.” His big, doting eyes search into yours. "And good, don't go back to him __. He's not the type of man you need."

"And what type of man do I need Bambi?" You stroke his puffy cheeks and quirk your head to the side inquisitively. Jungkook flinches at the touch.

"Bambi?"

"You didn't like it when I called you baby so, had to come up with something else."

"But." There's that pout again. Jungkook doesn't like being called a baby but when someone reaching this level of adorable, its so hard to shake. "But I just knocked a bitch out for you. How can you keep calling me baby names?"

The chuckle that leaves your lips is heaven to Jungkook's ears. "Aww Jungkook," you coo. "It's 'cause you're a little honeysuckle. So sweet to the taste." His ears perk up at that, gnawing on his bottom lip. "But if you want me to call you something else that might take some more time for me to figure out. Until then do tell me, what do I need?"

"Someone that'll protect you."

"Mhm, okay but—"

"Emotionally, physically, and mentally." Jungkook lists out loud. "That means someone to stand up for you, support you in the ways you need. Someone to help keep losers like Jun-ho out who only look out for themselves." He pauses, contemplating thoughtfully. "You need someone you can trust too. When you're sick you'll be taken care of and he'll never ever cheat on you. Even if you fight, he'll always stick by your side. You'll watch movies together, cuddle under the covers, and stargaze on summer nights. He'll also peel perilla leaves for you and love you until sunrise. Finally, when the time's right he'll ask to marry you, only if you want, of course."

Jungkook waits for you to give him a reply, a little breathless. He notices the distance between you and him somehow got larger. You're now about two feet away from him when you were only mere inches before.

"I'm sorry." He lowers his head. "It's silly I know. Everyone tells me I'm some kind of dreamer boy, just a hopeless romantic."

"It's not silly Jungkook." You soften your expression. "It's a beautiful idea and somewhere out there will gladly share those things with you. You'll live a full life together having all those wonderful experiences."

"Wanna have them with you though." His eyes flicker up at you. "I really like you __."

Oh no, no no no. You push down the pressure building from inside you. "No, I can't. I'm sorry Bambi, I want to but you don't know me." A small tear spills out of the corner of your eye. "I'm not able to....I can't love you like that."

Jungkook gets up from his chair and reaches for your trembling hand. You're tempted to pull back if it weren't for the fact that your hand feels warm in his.

"I can," he says. "I can love you if you let me."

You shake your head, and another hot tear rolls down your face. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm even crying." You quickly wipe your wet cheeks.

"You don't always need a reason. Sometimes it just happens and that's okay. I cry all the time when I'm by myself." Jungkook grabs your other hand slowly. "Just wanna be here for you."

You blink back the remaining tears welling in your eyes. You're embarrassed this is happening at all. Jungkook is the sweetest, most kind-hearted, and most selfless person you know. He shouldn't have to be dealing with any of this.

"If we can't go out, is it okay that we are friends?"

"I don't want to do that to you Kookie."

"Hey, I like that one," he says with a lifted voice.

"You do? I didn't even think about it like the others."

"You were thinking about me?" He bounces in the air a little, at least that's what it looks like to you by the sudden rush of energy Jungkook responds with. He likes knowing you've been paying attention to him, even if only a smidge.

You dart your eyes past him, fingers curling in his hand. "Well I mean..." Jungkook waits intently. "I guess...yes, some."

"Oh please __, please let me take you out. We don't even have to call it a date."

"You're too persistent, you know that?"

"But is it working?"

"I'm not ready yet Jungkook." His shoulders slouch and he opens his mouth to say something though you continue before he can get anything out. "To give you an answer. I'm not ready to give you an answer yet is what I'm trying to say."

"Well, that's okay. You wanna think about it longer? We can four years until graduation."

"You're such a goof, you'd wait that long for an answer?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "No, I'd wait that long for you." He pauses. "Okay maybe I have been watching one too many Korean dramas. Even I threw up in my mouth a little."

Too both share a laugh, this is the weirdest, emotionally exhausting day ever. "Thank you for what you did today with Jung-ho. And for trying to comfort me. Will you possibly be able to wait another week? If it's too long you can tell me. I've made you wait long enough."

"A week from now, let's meet up okay? Or call at least. Even if it's a no, I don't want this to be the last time I get to see or hear you."

"Okay." You nod. "I promise."

And that was the end of that night, as Jungkook walks you to your dorm soon after. It was getting dark out after all.

A/N: tysm for reading! Lmk what you think and if you wan to be tagged comment/ask 💞

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Only For Them | Prologue

Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?

Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)

genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere

notes: hello everyone ! my old account got hacked so I had to make a new one sadly *cries* anyway, I hope you guys like this! i had to edit it and make some changes. if you are interested and wanna get tagged just comment below or send me a DM. Feedback is appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy this little peek lol

Footsteps echoed through the dark city as rain poured even harder. Slight winds getting bolder as they came stronger by the second. A soft thud echoed in a dark alley as heavy breaths were heard. [Y/N] tried to catch her breath as she was on her knees in a puddle. She had been running for the past hour from him. He had finally found her. After so long trying to get away from him, he found her once again.

In the back of her mind, there was this small little voice that kept nagging at her that he would always find her no matter what. Her whole body shivered as she managed to get up.

Chills ran thru her whole body as she walked deeper into the dark alley.

"I need to keep moving.." She mumbled to herself as she kept her feet going.

If she stopped then he will catch her again. She couldn't let that happened. She already caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

Especially two men that hold her heart so deeply.

Steve and James.

Tears rolled down her face at the thoughts and memories of them. She was only with them for a couple of months and it had been the best time she's ever had. She wouldn't let him hurt them. She would never forget herself if they are hurt because of her.

Even her wolf is hurting. Clawing and howling at her to get back to her mates.

Well, now her ex-mates.

Her heart was tearing so much at the last moments she was with them. How she had to hurt them to get away.

She couldn't move anymore as she leaned against the wall, sobbing her heart out.

"Stupid [Y/N]…I'm sorry Steve…James. So sorry." She mumbles as she slides down to the ground, exhaustion winning the game. "I'm so pathetic..such a pathetic omega."

Her vision was slowly getting worse as she was seeing double now. As she sat there, memories of her time with them flashed in her mind once more. Her lips curved into a smile at all the love and care they gave her. Even the rest of their so-called family. They welcomed her with open arms which she wasn't used to. She felt like crying even more from losing them to him. Fear of him hurting her new family. She would rather give herself to him than have him hurt her family.

Her mates.

The thought of her mates was killing her even more. She gasped for air as it felt like someone had punched her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

She wrapped her arms around herself as if she could just turn invisible. She wished all this ended. All the pain. All the running.

Just everything to stop.

She sniffed as she tried wiping her tears or so called rain. She knew that she had to keep moving. She couldn't stay here. She slowly managed to get up on her feet as she was about to be on the move until something stopped her.

More like someone did.

"Doll…?"

Her eyes widen at the soft, broken tone that she's very familiar with. Her body froze for a slight second before she kept moving.

"Take one more step and you'll get it."

Another familiar voice that she knew.

She shook her head as she kept her legs moving.

"Leave…me..alone." She says out loud, trying to sound confident yet it sounded like a cry for help.

"Like hell! Doll stop this!"

His yell made her shake in fear at his alpha tone as she gripped on her head, trying to forget all about him.

"Please…just stop…" She mumbled to herself but loud enough for them to hear her.

"We will never stop."

That voice sounded closer which caught her off guard. She cursed under her breath as she was about to make a run for it until she bumped into a hard body. A warmth that she knew very well.

She gasped as she backed away and looked up to see blue eyes looking at her.

It was Steve. He looked so broken and hurt.

"It's all your fault that he's like that." A small voice echoed in her mind.

She shook her head as she backed away from him, hoping that she can outrun him but as soon as she turned around, she noticed someone in front of her. Someone she knew very well.

"Doll…please stop this. Just come home with us."

It was Bucky. James as he would always tell her to call him.

He was the most emotional one of the two and she could easily tell that this was hurting them two. Not just her.

She shook her head as she backed away from both of them. If she ever got too close to them both then she'll give in to them. She couldn't do that. She had to leave and fast.

"I…I can't go home. He'll…find me. He'll kill you to get…to me."

Steve and Bucky looked at each other before looking at her, getting closer to her.

But the closer they tried to close the distance, the more she'll open it.

"We can protect you, love. You know that we can protect you. You're save with us." Steve tried to reason with her.

She shook her head.

"No, if he hurts you then…I..don't.." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

She kept looking away as she tried to find a way to escape them.

But there was no way.

She was weak and tired. Also an omega. Unlike them that are alphas.

She didn't know how long the silence was but it suddenly stopped once she felt rough hands cupping her face as he made her look at him.

"Bu..Bucky…"

Rough lips smashed against her as she couldn't help but moan at how bad she had missed him. It had only been a week since the last time she saw them. Now, they were here in front of her and Bucky was kissing her with so much passion. She could feel the burning sensation thru his body pressed against hers.

"Don't you dare leave us again, Doll. I don't care about him. I only care about you." He mumbles against her lips before kissing them again harder. "It's been only a week and I'm this crazy looking for you. I'm not letting you handle this alone that's why we are here. That's why we are your mates. We are in this together."

[Y/N] gasped as she looked up at him, staring into his beautiful, brown eyes that she grew to love, but that quickly changed as she felt another pair of arms around her waist. A different type of warmth behind her. She glanced back to his blue eyes staring at her with so much love in them.

"S-Steve…"

"Love, we've told you before. Whatever happened in the past with you, don't worry. Me and Buck will protect you. No matter what. It doesn't matter whom or what. We will always protect you." He said with a stern look on his face while he leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss.

[kickingitwithkirk]

Paschal Moon

Summary: Jensen finds crossing the tracks isn’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader

WC: 2358

Warnings: some angst, really bad punning(sorry) divorce, cheating, innuendos, cursing, reader says shit like I do IRL 😅

A/N: 10/24-I’ve fixed the grammatical errors and expanded this part, cause you know me, I can be chatty and I've written a sequel!

Square Filled: @winchesterandbeyondbingo -midnight @spnmixedbingo -secret dating @spnaubingo -wet dream @j3bingo -camping @howbadcanitbebingo -cliche galore

*Moldavite

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no Beta-all mistakes are mine

*photos found online

It was Thursday night, and once again, Jensen found himself the proverbial third wheel. The Padalecki’s meant well, dragging him everywhere with them since he filed for divorce, wanting to keep him from brooding with a bottle when not with his kids.

And it wasn’t that Jensen didn’t mind socializing. It was knowing the evening would be filled with repetitive I’m sorry, and the look of sympathy that sent him straight to the open bar first for many a shot nowadays. 

Feeling the slight buzz he needed kicking in, Jensen put on his game face and, with another tumbler of liquid courage in hand, made the rounds, chatting amicably with various groups and catching up with old friends.

Things were going pretty well until some dumb fuck turned to Genevieve, loudly blurting they’d heard Danneel making the rounds with guys with more sizable assets was the reason for the divorce pissed off her moose-sized husband, who bellows shut your unprepossessing cake hole causes a momentary distraction allowing Jensen to escape out a nearby door before punching the sonuvabitch with the double entendre himself. 

Slamming it shut, he stomped to the riverside view, wrapping both hands around the horizontal guardrail and squeezing like he was wringing a chicken's neck when the simultaneous swish of fabric and a hand holding half a glass of liquid appeared.

“Looks like you could use this more than me.” 

Jensen’s eyes met those of the tall drink of water he’d noticed throughout the evening. Looking at the glass again made her laugh, “I’m not slipping you a Mickey.” Lifting it to her lips, he watched her throat ungulate as she drank and felt Jen Jr. rising to attention. “See, Peaches, I’m not some crazy stalker.” 

Jensen takes the glass and feels a spark when their fingers brush. “Thanks, I wasn’t thinking..that.” Throwing back the rest, he appreciates the liquor's smooth slide down his throat. “It’s been a pretty shitty evening.”

“Preaching to the choir, Peaches! I came ‘cause my second cousin on my mama’s side girl broke up with him, and now I know why.” She bends over and retrieves a bottle, giving Jensen a fantastic view of her breasts artfully showcased in her cocktail dress, and pops up, pointing the bottle at him.

 “That motherfucker thought he could pimp me out for a promotion! What the hell is it with people having a ring on it?” She grabs his left wrist, tilting it so the outdoor lights glint off the wedding band he hasn’t removed yet, “Acting like this means absofuckinglutely nothing?”

“Now you’re preaching to the choir. My soon-to-be ex was doing that while I was working in Vancouver and telling everyone it’s because I’m lacking.” Jensen couldn’t stop self-dissing since catching Danneel and one of his closest friends together.

“Hoooly shit!  You’re the guy whose wife runs around saying you couldn’t find her clit with a map, GPS, or fucking bullseye paint on it!” Jensen’s eyes widened at her audacity. “Hell, most gals just use a vibrator if they wanna get off that bad. And did you just admit your package is..?” She wiggles her pinky finger while refilling the glass, “Don’t get me wrong, no shame if you know how to use it.” 

She finally noticed his expression slapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry! My mouth doesn’t know how to stop once I get started. Blame it on my upbringing.” Jensen took a drink to cover his humiliation, and a stiffener for no telling what she’d say next asked, “Upbringing?”

Removing her hand reveals a guileless smile: “You know what they say, you can take the girl outta the trailer park.” Bewilderment crossed his face to her self-deprecating response. “Yeah, I’m that relative they always warned you about.”

“Little late with the warning, sweetheart.”

She burst out laughing, and Jensen found himself doing the same.

Later

Jensen couldn’t believe it. 

In his profession, showing unscripted emotions was a sign of weakness many would exploit. Yet, here he was, a forty-three-year-old man usually in control, sitting outback of this building with a woman he’d never met before, who’d upended that control.

She was the distraction he needed before knowing it; he did something he’d never do under normal circumstances, told her everything, and got a response of, “That sucks balls, and not in a good way!”

“Kicker is; she wants alimony.”

“What a gall darn minute. You caught your almost ex doing the beast with two backs, right?” Jensen hums in response. “Peaches, I’m no lawyer, but I’d say that ain’t fucking happening,” She tips the second five-finger discounted bottle over the glass he’d again drained. “And no offense, your ex makes those whores back in Ratchet City look almost pious. Most have the decency not to fuck in your bed.”

Jensen rubbed his face, “I can’t believe I’ve told a stranger about my marital problems.”

“Sometimes it’s easier to unburden yourself to someone you don’t know.”

“I haven’t even told my family or Jared!”

“And Jared is?”

“The guy who has my back no matter what.” She ponders his response for a moment. “That’s probably why. You’re afraid that if he knows what happened, it’ll diminish how he sees you.” Jensen appeared confused. “Guys POV... if I caught my wife fucking around and saying it’s cause I couldn’t keep her satisfied in the sack, I’d not wanna discuss it either. But I know it’s,” wiggles pinky again, “Horseshit.”

“How?”

“You dress left, and I’ve never had an iPhone stand up to say hello.” Jensen struggled to formulate a coherent response. “Ahh, come on, Peaches, you know you’ve given many people wet dreams about the Ackelconda.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Cause you’ve got the juiciest peach of an ass, and I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers,” she says, winking at him, but before he responds, they hear a booming, “Jensen!” Jared appears out the side door, walking towards them. “Fuck, man, I’ve been looking all over for you!  We need to get going; it’s almost midnight.”

“Well, pooh, and here I thought I was going to get lucky,” she says as they stand up; a ringing church bell echoes across the river twelve times. “Guess it’s time to leave the ball and head back to the pumpkin patch.” 

Walked past Jared, she nodded and was almost to the open door when Jensen yelled, “Wait!” She paused as he ran over, “You can’t leave this way. I don’t even know your name.” She held out a hand, “Give me your phone.” He unlocked it and noticed her smirk while she was typing. “Give me a ring if you ever cross the tracks, Peaches." 

Both men appreciated her retreating form when Jared asked, “Who was that?” Jensen doesn’t answer until she disappears in the crowded room, then glances at the screen and gets his you’ve got to be kidding face.

“Cinderella.”

****

Weeks later

One afternoon, they were hanging out watching football, and Jared, tired of nagging Jensen about getting back on the horse and calling her, pulled out the big guns, telling him if he was going to act like a girl, maybe he should put on a skirt and call himself Jane.

That irked an inebriated Jensen, who fumbled his phone out of his pocket, pulled up her contact info…and chickened out again, tossing it on the couch. Jared saw her number on the screen and tapped call, knowing he risked getting kneed in the nads. Two rings later, her voice came through the speaker. 

“Peaches, you’re slower than molasses crawling uphill in January giving a girl a holler.” Hearing her voice mellowed Jensen, and they agreed to meet on Friday at a hole-in-the-wall for lunch where he wouldn’t be recognized.

That lunch became dinner. Dinner became bar hopping, and after indulging in one too many, they sneaked into Blue Hole Regional Park, went skinny dipping, and did things that would scare fish. Afterward, she takes him to a Waffle House, somewhere he hadn’t been in years, for a bowl of 4 AM chili.

****

Monday morning, coffeeholic Jensen grumpily fumbles around the shoebox-sized kitchen in her hundred-year-old farmhouse, searching for a mug while waiting on an aged percolator to finish.

Bending over to look in the dishwasher, he discovers one with a rainbow-maned unicorn flipping the bird, saying, I Run On Caffeine Sarcasm & Cuss Words.  Straightening up, Jensen bangs his head on an overhanging cabinet and finds the last two words apropos. Finally brewed, Jensen steps out onto the shady front porch, sipping on the dark roast, and sits in one of the old rockers, contemplating if he’s having a midlife crisis.

They were barely acquainted twenty-four hours before they got together, in the biblical sense. He heard Dean's gravelly voice telling him to stop being a dumbass, that he deserved this after the shellacking Danneel delivered the last few months.

What astounds Jensen is that when his heart broke harder than he knew it could, she was the solace he craved, and he began to believe it would mend with her.

Jensen was nervous because tonight was extra special.

A few months back, she bounded into his home excited about an upcoming celestial event and field trip her astronomy class was taking. She really, really wanted him to go, even though they agreed to keep their relationship secret until he’d finalized his divorce. It struck Jensen that it would be the perfect night to do something he’d wanted to do since their first date, so he said yes while mentally making other arrangements for the night.

****

“Peaches, this isn’t the way.”

“We’re not going there sweetheart.”

“I realize that Captain Obvious! What I want to know, wtf?!  Are you trying to get me fired? I have a class...."

“That Dr. Carnegie is graciously covering.”

“Why is..what did you do Jensen?”

“I went to the head of your department,” she groaned, “And inquired if someone else could supervise because I’d planned a special night with my girl.”

“What happened to us keeping on the DL? Carnegie is the biggest blabbermouth! Everyone on the planet’s gonna know about us by morning!”

“My divorce was finalized this morning.”

“WHAT!” she indignantly squawked. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Jensen bemusedly listened to her ongoing rant, eventually picking up her hand and kissing its back, entwining their fingers as he drove on for another hour to Inks Lake State Park. “Since when do you camp out?” She asks when he pays for an overnight camping permit. “Cause the one time I asked, you gave me stink face at the mention of a tent.”

“Since the day you bounded into my home all excited and asked me to come with you. I wanted to make tonight special.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I sincerely appreciate you compromising your creature comforts for me.” Jensen scratched the back of his head, “Well, it’s not technically camping out. I got an air mattress that fits in the truck bed.”

“I know it’s a yearly thing, so what makes this one so special?” Jensen asked as he gazed up at the moon awash with a vivid pink hue. The question made her lift her head from the telescope’s eyepiece, and an amused expression crossed her features.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson? Or do you want me to paint you like one of those French girls?” Jensen peers down at his unintentional position: one hand tucked behind his head, bowed legs splayed, one knee slightly bent, his other hand lying near the sliver of skin peeking out between his dark henley and well-worn jeans.

 “What makes this one so special?��� She walks towards the truck, setting foot on the back bumper, gripping the tailgate, and hopping over it onto the mattress. “It is the moon's proximity to the earth.” She crawls forward, placing her hands on either side of his shoulders and slung a leg over Jensen’s hips, slowly sitting down. “Plus, being ultra-close, the color is so vivid that whatthehellisinyourpants!!”

Jensen quickly sits up, about to grab her waist so she doesn’t hit the sidewall, but she scoots down his legs. “That’d better be a sex toy in your pants and not Peyronie’s disease.” Jensen gave her a bewildered look. “What can I say? I like your cock as is. Curves just right for my pleasure.”

“Your mouth is gonna be the death of me..” “..but what a way to go?”

Jensen flopped on his back, groaning, “This isn’t how I imagined tonight going.” She smiled and crawled back over him, “So let’s pretend we’re on set. I’ve flubbed the scene and do another take.”

“That’s why I love you,” reaching up, Jensen tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “The fact that everything that pops into my head comes flying out of my mouth?” Jensen chuckles at her question. “Yeah, I like you, just as you are.” He reaches into the pocket she sat on, pulls out a box, and opens it, revealing the ring he’d chosen. “And would be the luckiest man alive if you’d marry me.”

Taking her left hand, he slides it on her finger, feeling apprehensive at her silence. It is almost deafening, having never known her without any response. “Getting nervous here, sweetheart,” Jensen says as he sits up. "Look, I know we’ve only been together for a short time. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way to answer right now.”

“What’s the stone?”

“Umm... it’s a Moldavite.” She gets that expression he still isn’t sure what to make of it. “I know it’s not conventional, and if you want to pick something else,” Jensen breaks off, watching her eyes fill with tears.

“You gave me this not ‘cause you’re being cheap. The stone, you knew what the significance of its origin would mean to me.” She cupped his cheek, “You’ve never put on airs with me, never been anything other than yourself. A genuine, caring, funny-as-hell doofus with a beautiful soul and I’m saying yes!”

Paschal Moon 2.0-coming 10/24

SPNTAGS:  @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva @lassie-bird  @nancymcl  @spnbaby-67 @leigh70 @b3autyfuld1sast3r

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987   @smoothdogsgirl @deans-spinster-witch

[atmilliways]

Even Then

@steddiemicrofic

written for ‘Pool’ | wc: 442 | rated: Mature cw: They absolutely just had sex

“Did you know I peed in your pool one time?”

Steve, still trying to catch his breath, doesn’t know how to respond to that. “You. . . . Huh?”

Eddie repeats himself. Steve doesn’t need to see the guy’s face (pressed to the nape of his neck while they both come down) to know that he’s smirking.

“Could you, maybe . . . pull out before you say shit like that?” Steve manages finally.

And, yep, Eddie is definitely laughing at him now, he can feel the breath and shift and hint of teeth of it against his skin. “Aw, baby—” and the way he draws the word out makes Steve flush, he kind of hates how easily that happens (even though he doesn’t, at all) “—you don’t have to worry, watersports aren’t my thing.”

Steve wonders if he can suffocate himself on his pillow simply by turning his head and letting gravity take him. Or if it would be worth half dislocating his arm to try and punch Eddie in the head from this position.

“That’s not what I meant.”

With a low chuckle, Eddie disentangles himself and tosses the condom. He settles back down on the mattress, stretching out by Steve’s side and rolling his boyfriend back against his chest.

“It was at the last of your blowout birthday parties,” Eddie explains as he reaches over to clean Steve up. The t-shirt he’s using is pleasantly soft. “I was selling, needed the bathroom, ran into you and Hagan.”

Steve settles into the gentle care and embrace, consistently the only things that keep him from pouting at the empty feeling of after. He’s frowning instead now, because he doesn’t remember. The last one had been in April of ‘83, before . . . everything.

“Don’t remember the party,” he mumbles. “Definitely remember the hangover.”

Another chuckle into the back of his neck, warm and tickling the hairs there. “Sounds about right. You pushed me in, you know. Even after I warned you.”

“Shit,” Steve groans. “Sorry. I was a total asshole back then.”

Eddie hums—not a disagreement, but not a condemnation either. “You were drunk enough to see double, I’m still impressed you picked the right one of me to shove. But you know what I noticed even then, Stevie?”

And Jesus H. Christ, the way Eddie’s voice drops half an octave on the last sentence. If they hadn’t literally just finished it would’ve been enough to get Steve ready to go; as it is, he takes a shaky breath. 

“What?”

The lips on his skin curve into a wicked, indulgent smile. “Even then, you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

[differenteagletragedy]

RIP MC (Sorry Cove)

Takes place anytime after Step 4. Cove loses (female) MC after a medical incident.

Cove stood at your closet, glancing over your wardrobe. He let his hands touch over every item, breathing in your smell that still lingered on the pieces of clothing. When he found a dress -- your favorite dress, not your nicest but the one he knew you felt the cutest in -- he paused, then pulled it out.

He put it on the bed in a pile of things to send over to the funeral home.

They'd asked him in kind, gentle voices to put together some things for you to wear for the burial, and it wasn't a task he was taking lightly. He knew your moms or Liz might want to pick something a little nicer, but he was certain he knew you best, and he knew you'd want to be comfortable.

He tried not to think too much as he opened your jewelry box, looking for something that stood out, or when he looked through your shoes and came across your beach sandals. You wouldn't be needing those anymore, but he couldn't bear to consider the depth of that.

It had all happened just so fast -- so incredibly, frustratingly, heartbreakingly fast. Your blood pressure was high, too high, but your doctors knew that, that's why they admitted you to the hospital. They put you in some medicine he couldn't remember the name of, something that went in an IV and made you a little loopy, but you were joking about it. You were still ok. You were still you.

Then it got higher, then it got higher again. He remembered nurses moving a little faster, more doctors he had never seen before coming in. He tried to ask what was happening, but only got quick reassurances, if anything at all.

"She'll be ok," they'd told him. They were wrong.

At one point you'd started seizing -- a sight he was sure he'd never shake from his memory. Then you stopped. Then you were gone.

The rest was a blur, and Cove wasn't altogether confident that this horrific moment, the costume design for your funeral, wouldn't end up in the same mess of grief that the rest of it had. He remembered his mom holding him. His dad crying. Your moms had talked to him for a while, but he couldn't for the life of him recall what they'd said.

Going over the dresser one more time for anything you might want to wear for your last outfit, he saw your perfume and stopped. He lifted it to his nose, considered it, then sprayed a bit on his wrist. When the scent fully reached his nose, he let out a choked sob and doubled over, as if he'd been punched in the guy physically instead of just metaphorically.

He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. What would life look like without you? He couldn't picture it and he didn't want to try. How was he supposed to go through each day without you by his side? You were in everything -- the ocean, the flowers, the summers spent making sandcastles and the winters spent curled up in each other's arms. Each moment brought another thought of something you'd done together that had marked him for life, or something that you'd never get to do together, no matter how badly he yearned for it.

Cove started breathing harder, tears rolling down his face. He couldn't catch his breath and he didn't know what to do with himself. He flailed his hands, sad little screams escaping his mouth, just utterly and completely lost.

Then his phone rang.

With a shaky hand, he pulled it out of his pocket -- your ma was calling. He answered without saying a word.

"Cove, sweetie," she said in a voice holding a massive sadness of her own. "We're outside, are you ready for us to come in."

"Yeah," he managed. "I think I've got everything together."

"All right, Pam and I will get it taken care of. See you in just a minute."

Cove hung up the phone and dragged his still-shaky hands over his face, trying to pull himself together. He picked up your dress, shoes and a little bag of accessories your moms could go through. That was good enough.

He was by the front door when Pam knocked lightly, and he opened it, not even bothering to try for a smile. They didn't either.

"Trade?" your ma asked.

Cove nodded. He carefully handed the outfit over to Pam, then reached out to grab the car seat that Noelani was holding. There he was -- your newborn baby boy, fast asleep in crisp white pajamas, impossibly tiny and totally clueless about the mother he'd never get to meet.

He looked over the baby, wanting to check once again to make sure he was ok. He knew he was -- little baby Holden had been closely monitored and given a clean bill of health -- but he no longer felt comfortable being too sure of anything if someone could get ripped away from him as easily as you had been.

"He's a great kid, Cove," Pam told him. "He's a good eater, a good sleeper. I think you lucked out with this one."

"I'm thinking he takes after his mama," Noelani added, fresh tears in her eyes. "You're in for a great ride."

He couldn't bear to look at them then, their own grief so plain on their faces. Instead, he kept looking at the baby -- his chubby cheeks, his tiny hands, his pouty little lips with drool pooled at the corners. He looked like you, and Cove couldn't tell whether that was a good thing.

"We'll get out of your hair and give you two some bonding time," Pam finally broke the silence. "Your parents are coming over?"

"Yeah," he answered, glancing up at them. "I told them to wait, I wanted to be alone while I ..." he gestured to the clothes, unable to verbalize what they were. He knew, and that was bad enough.

"Of course," Pam said. "Don't wait too long to call, all right?"

"I won't."

Your moms left, telling Cove to call if he needed anything and promising to call themselves to set up more time with the baby soon, and that was it. He was left in the home you shared, with the baby you carried, and you weren't there. You never would be.

The tears started again, and apparently the baby felt like having some bonding time after all -- he woke up from his nap and started crying too. Not bothering to try to stop this time, Cove just kept sobbing as he unbuckled the car seat and pulled his son out, so careful to support him properly. He held him gently to his chest, but before he could get up to prepare a bottle or check for a dirty diaper, the baby quieted, just soothed by the touch of his father.

"Oh, ok," Cove said with a tragic little laugh. "That works."

He wasn't sure how long they sat like that, taking solace in each other, but by the time the baby did start crying properly, he felt steady enough to stand up and make his way to the kitchen for a bottle. He still felt entirely broken, and the concept of feeling ok was laughably far away, but he could do this. He could take care of his son.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 33: Infiltration

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Splinter rushes down the hall and into the elevator, slamming the buttons frantically. The doors finally slide open and he rushes in, practically punching the key for the lobby. It's an eternal misery as he waits for the elevator to arrive, and he instantly bursts through as soon as the bell dings and the doors release him.

"Michelangelo!" he shouts in a mad panic, searching all over for him. "My son, where are you?!"

His heart pounds in his chest as he rushes up and down the streets looking for him. He thinks he sees a blur of dark green and bright yellow scurry away into the town.

"MIKEY!"

Splinter runs after him, though he knows he's already lost him. With Mikey's newfound speed and agility -- not to mention the wall-crawling advantage he now possesses -- Mikey will be long gone by the time he reaches the point he last saw him.

Splinter rushes to the first person he sees -- a bear Yokai leading a group of young children down the street.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks, hands quivering from anxiety. "Did you happen to see a lizard-turtle-snake-jaguar-monkey mutant run through here?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asks, flabbergasted. "A what now?"

"My son! He's green with yellow spots and long claws and a tail," Splinter rambles. "He ran off and I can't find him!"

"I didn't see anyone like that," the bear Yokai answers, still a bit concerned and confused.

Splinter thanks her anyways and runs off in the direction he last saw Mikey go. He approaches an axolotl couple and asks the same thing. And he gets the same result from them, too.

"Meh," the husband shrugs. "Didn't see nuthin'."

"Sorry, I can't say I have," the wife sighs.

Splinter groans and continues to run, calling out his son's name as he does.

"Mikey!" he cries, over and over and over again.

After an hour or two, he gives up. Mostly because he's exhausted from all the running around in circles, and because he's losing his voice from the shouting.

Splinter sighs, sliding down against a stone pillar and contemplating his next move -- when he hears a buzz from his pockets. It's his cellphone. He doesn't even need to see the caller ID. He instantly knows who it is and why they're calling. He hesitates, swallows, and pulls out the phone. The screen is blue, with one of Leo's baby pictures as the icon.

He taps the green button, answering the call. He tries to greet his son, but the words get caught up in his throat. Splinter waits for Leo to engage first.

"...Dad? Hello? Are you there?" Leo asks.

"...Y-yes, Blue. I'm here."

"Hey, where are you guys? We just got back to the room and it's empty. Did you take Mikey out or --"

"Leonardo."

The line falls silent. Splinter very rarely uses their names. Leo knows that whatever follows... is bad, bad news.

"...What happened....?" He whispers nervously.

"Did you not call for Mikey? Didn't you see him?"

"Call for --? No, why would I -- Pop, just tell me what happened! Isn't he with you?"

Splinter swallows again. He forces the words out.

"Michelangelo ran away from me."

Silence.

"...Where are you?"

"In the Hidden City center square --"

A blue light sparks from behind him, a sound of swirling wind and sparkling magic. He turns to see a portal open up, and Leo steps through -- face pale as a sheet, his expression constantly switching between absolutely furious and utterly devastated. He hangs up the phone, which he's practically crushing in his grip as he stomps forwards.

"Pop," he says, voice low and eyes wide. "What. Happened."

Splinter shakily explains about how he'd fallen asleep during the movie, and woken up to find Mikey in a manic state going around the room and shouting for Leo. He told him how Mikey said he'd heard his brother calling out for him. As he recounts the event to his son, the rest of the group pour through the portal, wondering what has happened. Splinter catches them up as best he can.

"...And then he jumped out the window and went off to look for you," Splinter stammers. "I went after him from the lobby, but by that point he'd already gotten to far away that I lost him in the crowds."

The old rat sighs loudly.

"I am so sorry, my son. I should have --"

Leo takes his father's hands in his own, getting down on one knee to be eye-level with him.

"It... it's not your fault, Dad," Leo trembles. "I should have known he wasn't ready... But I thought he'd learned his lesson. I thought I could trust him to..."

Leo groans, lowering his head in despondency.

"I just can't believe he made up a story about me calling him."

"...I'm not so sure he did..." Splinter murmurs.

Leo looks back up at him. His forehead wrinkles in confusion.

"What do you mean? He had to have made it up! I didn't call for him, and even if I did, I was miles above ground and even more miles away fighting noise-cancelling mutants! And you yourself said you didn't hear anything!"

"But that doesn't mean he didn't hear something."

Raph steps forwards, scratching the back of his head as he tries to understand.

"What're ya sayin', Pops? That Mikey heard something he thought was Leo?"

"Yes. Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, his thoughts are never hidden. I saw the look on his face, how he responded... this wasn't an act. He wouldn't do that. He heard something. I am sure of it."

"Could it have been an auditory hallucination?" Donnie wonders aloud.

"There are hundreds of Yokai down here, many with mystic abilities and genetic ones," Splinter counters. "You'll find several people know how to mimic a voice."

"That doesn't explain why only Mikey heard it," Donnie chimes in. "And why someone would want to mimic Nardo's voice to --"

"...To lure Mikey away?" Leo finishes.

The group exchange glances.

"What if... it wasn't a Yokai or a mutant that figured out how to copy Leo's voice?" Raph realizes.

He turns to Leo, who grits his teeth and nods.

"Donnie. Trackers. Now."

"Already on it, leader," Donnie returns, clicking away at his wrist tech. "He's above the surface. Judging from the speed and direction he's going, I'd say he's in a vehicle."

"They found him," Leo gasps. "They're taking him back to the TCRI!"

"I'll call Bishop," Casey says, whipping out a cell phone and dialing the number he was given.

"What do we do?!" April shouts worriedly. "The last time we lost him, he was gone for a whole week and came back with no memories! We can't let them do that to him again, we gotta save him!"

"It won't be enough to just 'save him' this time," Donnie adds. "They'll only keep coming back for him. We have to stop the TCRI for good!"

"But how?" Raph asks, pacing back and forth. "I mean, how do we take down a secret government organization without violating any laws or branding ourselves as terrorists?"

"He has a good point," April relents. "You guys are already viewed as, like, New York City's personal cryptids! And the other mutants aren't exactly helping your case right now..."

"Maybe we can... I dunno, ask for help?" Leo thinks aloud. "From that Bishop guy? He said something about trying to take down the TCRI and the EPF. Maybe he can help --"

"I don't think so," Casey mumbles, nervously looking back at the group. "The number's been disconnected. I can't get through to him."

"What do you mean, disconnected?" Leo asks.

"It means that the phone is no longer in service," Donnie explains.

"Thank you, Dee. Where would we be without you."

"Probably in a dark hole making elaborate dances to elder gods hoping to get the cable working again."

Leo rolls his eyes.

"He meant what does it mean if a government agent that was working to help us suddenly has his personal phone disconnected, Dee," April grumbles.

"Oh, that. Well, that would indicate that his cover's been blown and they eradicated all proof of his existence so no one will suspect anything when he also disappears," Donatello elaborates.

The group go silent.

"Well, this can't be good at all."

"I'll try calling the other number, then..." Casey whimpers.

"What other number?" Leo asks.

"Agent Bishop gave me his contact info and one for a scientist or something that was helping him out. Professor Honeycomb, I think..."

Casey types the number into the phone and dials.

It's silent as they all listen with baited breath.

The phone rings once. Twice. Thrice.

"H-hello? Who is this? How did you get this number --"

"Uhhhhhh hi, i-is this Professor Honeycomb?" Casey mumbles.

"Honeycutt, and y-yes, it is! Who is this?"

"My name is Casey Jones, Agent Bishop gave me this number for emergencies and --"

The voice on the other end shushes him quickly.

"Please, keep your voice down... Bishop gave you this number? Then... you're one of the mutants? Or the human child?"

"I'm the human," Casey confirms. "Where's Bishop? He's not answering my calls..."

Honeycutt's voice pauses before hoarsely whispering back to him.

"...Bishop was taken prisoner by the TCRI. They found out he was working as a double agent for you guys... I don't know what happened to him beyond that. They haven't told me anything concerning his condition --"

"When was this?!" Leo asks, jutting into the conversation.

"Th-three days ago," Honeycutt responds. "They took him to a sublevel and locked me in my lab. Hang on a mo', you sound familiar--"

"Wait, they found you out too?" Casey yells. "B-but how do you have a phone?"

"It's my private burner phone, I keep it hidden for emergencies. Though, I'll have to destroy it after this call..."

"Listen, Honey-guy, they found Mikey again. They're bringing him back to the building as we speak. Is there anything can you tell us that might help?" Leo asks.

They hear Honeycutt hum as he thinks it through.

"Well, I know that they've been commissioning a heck of a lot of weapons designs and strange technologies, so if you were planning on storming the castle, prepare for heavy artillery. And be aware, they have video evidence of your existence."

"Video?"

"Yes. During the invasion. That's how we were able to identify the human boy -- er, Casey. And we have some surveillance of your home base, as well as drone shots of you fighting at the pier and in a junkyard. There's even some audio clips, if I'm not mistaken."

"Audio..." Leo connects. "That's how they had my voice... they caught me on tape!"

"You do talk the most," Donnie chimes in. "And the loudest."

Leo grumbles at him as Casey tries to continue the conversation with Professor Honeycutt.

"Why do they want Mikey so badly?"

"I can't say I am entirely sure, my field of research is mostly limited to the technological side of things. But I do know that Dr. Rod Timothy considers mutants to be the next evolution of humanity, and Dr. Chaplin was incredibly invested with Mikey's powerset and abilities. The last test he did with him seemed to really excite him."

"What test?"

"The test with the A.L.P.H.A. device--"

The phone's speakers pick up the sound of sliding doors, and a gruff voice that chastises Professor Honeycutt.

"Hey! Whatt're you doin'?"

"O-oh! Nothing, just... uh... talking to myself! Being isolated in an office space for a week can really affect a person's mental health, you know!"

"Well, cut it out! And get back to work!!"

"A-absolutely, sir! My apologies... Um... goodbye..."

Casey hears Professor Honeycutt lean close and whisper into his receiver.

"And good luck!"

The phone clicks. The line goes dead. The group stands in silence, exchanging soft glances between one another as they contemplate what to do next.

"...So? Any ideas?"

"We're going after him," Leo growls. "Now."

"NOW??" Casey gawks. "Are you serious? We have no plan, no idea what to do, or what kinds of weapons they have!"

"He's kinda right, Leo, this isn't exactly the time to do a 'go-in-guns-blazing-to-save-your-brother-because-the-enemy-kidnapped-them' type of thing," Raph mumbles, his hand subconsciously reaching for his eye.

"Well, last time we waited a week before going in! I'm not doing that to Mikey again. We're going back in there. Today."

"With what plan?" Donnie counters.

"With this plan..."

Leo gathers the group together in a huddle as he explains their next moves.

"Me, Raph, and Donnie will use our ninja skills to enter in from the vents at the roof."

"But what about me and CJ?" April asks.

"You'll need a distraction to get in. And I think I have a pretty good one in mind..."

.

.

.

Inside the TCRI lobby, the secretary sits behind her desk, typing away. A security guard sits beside her, trying unsuccessfully to flirt. It's late afternoon, and she's ready for a break so she can doomscroll on Facebook while absentmindedly eating her bagged lunch. She doesn't notice several people take position outside the front. But she does notice when when a young woman kicks the door to the lobby open with a furious expression.

"Hey, lady!" Cassandra Jones shouts, commanding attention. "You work at the TCRI or something?!"

"A-ah, yes?" The poor woman stammers, jolted by the sudden noise and aggression. "How can I help you?"

“I wanna see the boss man right now!” Cass yells as she rushes into the building. “I got a complaint against one of your products!”

“Excuse me?” The guard at the counter asks incredulously. “What product?”

“My toaster!” She yells, slamming a beat-up appliance onto the desk. “Look at this! It’s pathetic!”

“Um… we don’t… make toasters?” The secretary tries.

“Oh yeah? Then explain this!” Cassandra shouts, lifting up the bottom of the toaster to show a pathetic logo hastily printed on the bottom.

“…That says ‘RITC’, ma’am.”

“I wanna see the head geek!” Cass bellows, jumping up onto the countertop and pointing her hockey stick at the secretary. “Or I’m gonna smash this place to bits!”

Cassandra starts whacking the toaster with her hockey stick, then rams it into the computer. Sparks fly, and the secretary yipes as she hides under the desk, shouting for additional security.

Several guards rush in from an elevator. As they do, Casey Jr. and April run into the building quickly.

“GIVE ME TOASTERS OR GIVE ME DEATH!!” Cass battle-cries, body slamming into the guards that run in. “GIRL SCOUT SQUADRON, ATTACK!”

Several ten year olds rush in from their hiding places previously stationed within the lobby, and begin to pummel the men with stale brownies.

"Dang, Cass has been training them well," April mutters as she and CJ dash towards the closing elevator and slip through.

Cassandra winks at the two, giving them a thumbs-up before the doors slide shut and the lift takes them away.

"Well, that was easy enough," Casey Jr. sighs. "What's next, Commander?"

"You remember the plan," April says as she climbs onto his shoulders and lifts up the ceiling panel. "The guys will enter in through the roof and find Mikey. You go looking for Honeycutt and Bishop, and get them out. I'm going to the records room to find any information on this 'A.L.P.H.A. device' or whatever the doc called it."

"And we meet back at the turtle tank in 30 minutes, unless they call to abort the mission," CJ finishes.

"Right! See you then," April adieus, climbing through the vent and clambering away.

CJ stays in the lift, waiting for his floor. Following the building plans that Donnie had accessed for the original rescue mission, the private offices would be near the top floor.

The doors open, and CJ peeks around the corner.

The halls are empty. But there are security cameras twelve feet apart from each other. CJ activates a device from his gloves that Present Donnie made for him, igniting several mini zappers and firing them one-by-one at the cameras. They each go down with a fritz and a zitz.

Casey Jones Jr. makes his way down the hall. He'll rescue Honeycutt first, then the two of them will find where they've been keeping Bishop.

CJ runs, passing each door with caution. They all have names printed on them... Dr. V. Falco... Dr. R. Cobrato... Dr. F. O'Toole... Prof. L. Cycloid... Dr. M. Malignus... Dr. M. Richards... How many scientists does this place have?!

Casey spots one door in particular -- Prof. Z. Honeycutt! That's the one!

He goes to the door and starts pounding. It's locked. He rams against it, once -- twice -- three times! The hinges break loose and the door cracks down the center. Casey kicks it down the rest of the way and rushes into the apartment room.

"Professor Honeycutt!" He calls out. "Professor! I'm here to... rescue... you...?"

The apartment is empty.

.

.

.

April kicks the emergency exit panel down and slides through the tiny opening into the hall. For the most part, it's deserted. There is one guard, but he's going to the exit stairs. Now's her chance!

April books it to the end of the hall, skidding to a halt as she gets to the records room. There's a keypad lock, but she's been prepared for this! She whips out a small ninpo USB drive that Donnie made for her and slams it into the keypad. There's a crackle of purple sparks, the keypad glitches, and then dings. The locks click and the door slides open. April peeks through and sees the room is empty. She ducks in before a security guard can catch her. It's dimly lit, but the files are all here. Now she just has to find the right one...

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 4~

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Part 1

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M!reader, reader has a penis, reader referred to as he/him, reader has balls and they take damage, reader is cross dressed, reader voms(sorry! you hate blood in this one, not too descriptive tho!) names against reader-not by fl-(pussy, ), violence against reader, bullying, framing, names for reader(Captain, )

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Upon awakening you find that you’re still in Lucy’s lap. Her hand is on your head, and her plush legs are red marked up from where you had been laying on her. There’s an alarm going off somewhere, you get up to look for it, Lucy barely stirs.

It’s your phone going off on her nightstand. You pick it up, and shut it off. It’s a workday…. Uhg. You really don’t want to go in to your shitty retail job… It’s not that it’s hard, it’s just embarrassing and boring.

“Hey Lucy?” You nudge her and she mumbles before rolling onto her side facing you. As her long black painted lashes rest, they flutter slightly in her dreaming state.

You tuck some of her hair nervously behind her ear. Way too much air exits you after, why’d you just do that!? “Uhg!” You stress yourself out.

Okay. We’ll time to head out if you want to even make it to work. You’re a whole forty five minutes away, your google maps is saying. You are still in this stupid dress and collar too. At least she bought you regular clothes too.

Wait… But they got taken to your apartment, you’re going to have to ride in a nuber…. In a frilly dress.

“Fuck!” Oh shit! should you leave a note?? No… That’d be weird, right?

Fuck the note. Fuck the dress and collar. Whatever it’s time to stop playing pretend and get back to reality.

You storm out of her room, and find your way back to the foyer. you aren’t even sure if you actually remembered the way or just got lucky, but you did it. now just to wait for your nuber ride.

Thankfully, the driver doesn’t question you.

You rush into your home hoping nobody saw you… Ezra, lives practically next door, who knows what he’d do if he saw you in a dress! He already seems to hate you, even if he’s never actually picked on you in particular.

You went to middle and highschool with him, and he never really bothered you, he bullied other kids who you were never jealous of.

Once inside you catch your breath before running to your bedroom. On your bed and the floor in front of it, are the bags of clothes Lucy got you. Your bed is also made, and your old clothes are mostly cleaned out aside from a few of your favorite pieces, which, how did they even know which ones were to keep?

You don’t dwell, you’re almost on time! You really can’t afford to lose your job!

~

You got in trouble for the collar, but you at least proved that you couldn’t take it off for the shift, and they didn’t hassle you too much after that.

After work you take an almost empty bus home, it’s practically a blessing.

You notice the strawberry blonde back of Ezra’s head with a couple of his gang members out on the sidewalk near your apartment.

As soon as you step off the bus, “Y/N, my good ol’ pal! You live right here don’cha?” Ezra claps his hand on your shoulder, and gets real close to your face.

“Ye-yeah?” Your voice comes out a strained and higher pitch than normal.

“Good, good, i need ya to hold onto somethin’ f’r me.”

“N-no thanks, Ezra, hah, so-”

“Na, na, na, you don’t get it, you’re holding onto this gun f’r me.” He states.

“No thank you.” You try to walk away swiftly and get to your building door, but his fingers dig into your shoulder and he pulls you back as if you weigh nothing.

“You don’t wanna do this f’me? Fine.” Ezra grabs you by both of your arms and holds them behind your back.

One of his goons suddenly punches directly into your gut. “Oooof!” all the air is knocked from your lungs, and you double over. Ezra grabs your skull and pulls your head back up. His guy punches you again, this time your left eye is the casualty.

Again he hits you, and you taste blood.

Bile starts forming in the back of your throat…

Your cheeks puff out and your lip quivers.

“Oh shit, Ezra, he’s gonna blow!” The guy takes a step back, his fists lowering.

“Fucking pussy.” He knees you in the balls from behind and throws you onto the ground, embarrassingly with your face down and ass up.

You try as hard as you can with the sharp pain in your lower half, to lift your self at least somewhat off of the ground, and allow yourself to throw up. Eventually you make it off the ground, and you’re stuck there dry heaving without any air, and the metallic tang stuck in your mouth.

~

“Y/N! What happened?!?” Lucy springs up and starts digging through her bag.

You’re back at class. She was dissociating again when you entered and she seemed like she was gonna say something when you sat down, but as soon as she saw your black eye, her whole demeanor shifted to a more panicked state.

“Listen to me Y/N.” She stops searching for a second to clasp her cute warm hands around your face, and hold you. “I need to know who did this to you.” She’s serious and somehow way scarier than Ezra and his gang. Her wide eyes are wild and her pupils are huge, they swallow her deep brown irises.

“Ezra,” you swallow. Something tells you you shouldn’t have told her, but something told you that for your own good you better have.

She walks out of the lesson.

“Wait!!” You chase after her and look back at the class who doesn’t look the least disturbed. Even the professor doesn’t seem to care.

You lurch forward and grab her wrist, which she snatches back instantly.

“Wha- Lucy! Wait! What are you doing?”

“Oh! Y/N!!” When she sees you it’s like she’s shocked you’re there, even though you haven’t stopped calling her. “I’m sorry…” She whispers, looking down.

Tears are filling her eyes now, “No, it’s okay i shouldn’t have grabbed you!”

“It’s okay!! that’s not… Why I’m mad. Why did Ezra hurt you?” She asks getting lost in thought and dissociating again, “He knows better.”

“He wanted me to hold a gun for him, and i said no.” you ignore the last thing she said. You aren’t sure what kind of stuff she does with other people… “Wait, Lucy… You’re not like… Dating Ezra are you?”

“HAH! Dating him? N-” Her eyes squint and she looks directly at you, “Whyyyy~ ya jealous? hmmmm?”

“What!? Jealous? No! The guy just beat me up! Why would I be jealous.” You cross your arms, “Now come with me back to class.” You muster a command smoothly.

“Aye Captain!” She salutes and walks like some kind of soldier at you. You can’t help but chuckle at her.

~

That night your nightmares are typical, until flashing red and blue lights rip your eyes open, you dash to the window.

Police are outside taking Ezra in handcuffs.

[sukunasun]

sunnnyyy hiii love ur work, Ive been trying to access the geto fic where the reader is dressed like an angel for a halloween party, and i can’t :(( it’s so cute and honestly although it’s fiction it makes me have hope that as a chubby person myself, i’ll get my love. idk im sorry for the last part thanks so much tho !!

hello! there's no need to apologise, i completely understand the feeling so thanks for letting me know and i'll leave the fic below and update the link on the masterlist :)

geto stares at you from across the room.

"look who fell from heaven." mahito teases as he looks over to you standing in a corner, lip tucked between your teeth as you gnaw at the growing uneasiness in your tummy, anxiety swirling in an endless pit at the number of people sneaking glances at you in an angel costume; gold-dipped feathers, ruffled white dress stopping short at just the right length revealing soft thighs, your breasts pushed up by a corset, knee-length shoes that fit snugly over your calves, and a pair of wings you probably put way too much effort in compared to everyone else who showed up in cat ears and witches' hats. you wonder when halloween parties become more about the booze and making out in some stranger's bedroom.

"go ahead, i dare you." mahito challenges, with his chin tucked into his palm, he languidly glances over to geto with cool, calculating eyes and he can already see the cogs turning in his head, planning out another one of his sadistic plots.

"not a chance." geto says. he'd make the first move himself if he could, walk towards you, lean in close, and sweet-talk you til you're in his bed, leaving your scent in his sheets, staining his lips with the very essence that drips from you were it not for the way you currently look the very picture of pure; an angel seems so fitting now that he can't pull his eyes away, trailing over a full figure made to perfection, all shy smiles and wide eyes, a cup of fruity punch without a single drop of alcohol, the cheerful wallflower at every party, who scrunches her eyebrows and laughs to herself when she thinks she said something stupid, "sorry, am i making sense?" you say in every conversation, fiddling innocently with your phone like you weren't pretending to text someone just to seem occupied and 'sociable'. even gojo's got his hands tucked into his pockets when he speaks to you, no coy smiles or double entendres, and geto knows he only gets like that when he's speaking to children or the elderly.

"what, you're too good for her?" mahito says. quite the opposite really, he couldn't be the guy who tainted you. how sweet, how lovely you were just standing there, swimming in your own thoughts, thinking about going home and feeling sorry for yourself. he wished he could tell you otherwise, show you exactly how he'd love you, obsess over you. couldn't begin to imagine what you were like when you're coming to life, holding no barriers, letting loose and letting him in. what it would be like when he's hovering over you, dark eyes taking in the sight of your body, salivating and hungry for it, to sink his teeth into your neck and nudge his cock deep inside you. would you try to hide, tell him to look away so he whispers to you all the things he loves to quell your worries, your doubts, or would you show him a side of yourself that's wanting, that you bury deep down inside for true love, your other half, a perfect person, you're one and only. the thought itself so naive yet, he wants you even more because of it.

geto brings his drink up to his lips, condensation from the bottle dripping over his jeans, needing that little bit of liquid courage for his next admission, "she's not my type. good girls, angels, not the kind i'm looking for." he reasons, swallows it down with the bitter taste of asahi. he catches the sight of you watching him, eyes darting away the moment he looks at you, the gesture so endearing something starts to hurt in his chest.

it earns him a laugh in return, "are you serious? you wouldn't last a week before you're in deep," mahito grins, because geto's always going after what he thinks he deserves, girls who would never give him what he longs for ultimately because what he truly wants is too far out of reach. he craves the ones he can protect, with soothing touches and a morning voice calling out to him, 'come back to bed baby.' and he'd stay, if only they wanted him to. "wanna bet on it? either you ask her out or i'll have fun with her myself." mahito leans closer, keeping his voice lowered.

geto tilts an eyebrow up in lieu of asking the meaning behind it because he's never been that much of a prick, sure, mahito loves to fuck everyone else's life up and geto doesn't know when he ever got roped into all of it but this was something else, you were something else. he could've named a dozen times off the top of his head that mahito had hurt a girl, an unsuspecting, trusting girl. with almost methodical precision, knowing exactly how to lead the innocent ones on, pretending to be interested, turn them into a heartbroken mess because it's what he does, toying with people's emotions had been his thing and he imagines you with a swollen face, downcast eyes brimming with tears, the thought seizing him by the guts and twisting into reluctance, frustration pressing on his shoulders in layers.

he breathes in deeply, downs the very last of his drink before he gets up and makes his way over to you. as his steps grow heavier, the only comfort he feels is that you'd be better off dealing with him than with mahito. because at least geto wouldn't hurt you...of course not.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Double Team Triumph: Jeff Clark v Meadlock & Lorenzo (nrwrestling.com)

A successful two-on-one match needs the right formula.  It can't be too one sided where we feel sorry for the guy and trust me when I say that no one is feeling sorry for Jeff Clark - the man easily takes on two wrestlers at a time.  

Jeff Clark v Meadlock & Lorenzo (nrwrestling.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.  

The Backstory

Built like a football player, Jeff Clark is one imposing dude.  Six feet two inches of pure muscle, the man is a force to reckon with and just the kind of guy to teach two punks a lesson.  Enter Meadlock and Lorenzo, two wisecracking, disrespectfully punks, foolish enough to challenge Jeff in the ring.  

Lorenzo: This guy's... *swallow* a little big Jeff: Let's see what you got!

Like a couple of hyennas the pair instantly begin to think of ways to pull dirty tricks on nice guy, Jeff Clark.  

The Double Team

Following a cheap sucker punch, the two begin double teaming Jeff.  Though they're trash talking punks, they know enough that the only way they can take a big solid dude, with massive arms and legs, like Jeff down is with dirty tactics.  

Oh you poor silly punks. Your payback is waking up and coming at in you three... two... one...

The Triumph

Payback comes hard and fast for Meadlock and Lorenzo.  It just goes to show you to never turn your back on the ocean, or in this case a hulking muscle bear like Jeff Clark.  So don't turn your back on the ocean, Jeff Clark, or any force of nature really because if you do, you'll regret it.  

Jeff getting to his feet like it's go time. 

You guys are fucked. 

Lorenzo is looking small in Jeff's massive grip.

Meadlock doesn't fare much better, crying out in agony.

The setup ...

Knocking down the pins

Dominate the small guy and make his partner watch.  Meadlock covers his face not wanting to see his eventual fate. 

Meadlock embarrassingly tries to crawl away.  He's might be done but Jeff isn't done with him.  

All of that leading up to the finale - the double bearhug.  Jeff Clark crushes two scrawny punks with those massive arms.

And that's how one became greater than two. Jeff is just too strong for two men, let alone two punks like Meadlock and Lorenzo.  It was a huge mistake letting the big man catch his breath because shortly afterwards, he was ready to dominate them both in the ring.  Actually it's Jeff's ring now and well, you can say otherwise, but the last guys that did were forced to grovel and submit to the alpha. 

[normal-sea-urchin]

Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 6

whoo yeah, completed chapter six. sorry it took so long dudes. i kept putting it off. anyways here's like, 2,707 words of raph going through it

"Raph just sit still!" Donnie ordered. It had been about a day since Raph had gotten hit with a laser, right in the middle of his plastron. So, Donnie was sitting on the couch, checking his brother's plastron for any injuries. At least he was trying to, if Raph weren't so uncooperative. 

"No! Quit touching me!" Raph countered, slapping Donnie's hand away. "I'm fine Don."

"You know what, fine. If you're going to keep swatting me away, then you can survive getting hit with a laser." Donnie caved. The tallest turtle packed up his medical supplies and left for his lab. 

But before he could make it to said lab, Leo came out the dojo, a determined look on his face. "Gear up guys, we're going on a mission." 

"Awwww, but Super Robo Mecha Force Five Team Fiiiiive." Mikey whined pulling himself away from his spot right in front of the TV. 

"Sorry Mikey, but Super Robo Mecha Force will have to wait." Leo said, his strict tone of voice not wavering.

Donnie emerged from his lab after putting his med kit back, with his bo staff strapped to his back. Mikey jumped up off the floor and walked over to the entrance where Leo was standing. Raph also hopped up and walked over to the exit of the lair (which doubled as the entrance) only to be met with his brother's hand blocking him. 

"Oh no. No way you're coming." Leo ordered. "Not with you hurt." 

"What!? Whaddya mean hurt!? I'm fine!" raph yelled, raising his arms to the level of his head in protest. Leo responded with a cold glare.

"You're staying here. Master Splinter said so." Leo demanded.

"But you can't just-"

"Do you want to be off the team permanently Raph!?" Leo threatened. Raph took a step back, thinking about the threat, but still keeping retaining his scowl. And just like that, Leo turned about face and left for the Shellraiser, followed shortly by Donnie. Before leaving, Mikey turned back to Raph with a look of pity on his face. But before Raph could say anything, Mikey was already in the Shellraiser.

Raph stood in the entrance to the lair as he watched the Shellraiser speed off. He let out a low growl, before turning and stomping over to his punching dummy. He landed a blow. And another. And another. This repeated for a while until Raph's knuckles grew bloody. He stopped, bringing his hands in front of his chest, palms facing down.

He decided he should change out the bandages on his hands before his brothers get back, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Leo. He started walking towards his room, staring down at his bloody knuckles. 

"Hello, my son." a familiar voice greeted. Raph jumped back, hiding his hands behind his shell and snapping his head upwards.

"Uh- Hello Sensei!" Raph hastily saluted. He hoped the nervous face that was shifted to try and display a smile wouldn't rat him out.

"Is there anything bothering you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired, stroking his beard.

"Uh, no Sensei. All good here." Raph lied. He presented a toothy smile, hoping it would appear sincere to his father.

"Hm, what do you have?" Splinter asked, leaning forward to peer over Raph's shoulder. Raph moved in response to try and hide his bloody hands from his father.

"Uh- Uh, nothing?" Raph replied. His tone of voice received a look of suspicion from his father, making Raph flash a fake smile in an attempt to seem more sincere. 

"Very well, you may go." the rat dismissed. Raph began to take his leave, walking once more towards his room. Once he was past his father, he moved his hands from behind his shell to in front of him, hoping that his father didn't catch a glimpse of his bloody hands. 

"Would you like me to patch up your hands, or were you planning on doing so yourself?" 

                _______________________

Raph sat on the floor of the dojo, holding out his hand for his father to bandage. Splinter's eyes were focused on Raph's right hand. He carefully wrapped around the knuckles, once, twice, a third time.

"What is upsetting you my son?" Splinter asked, breaking the silence. The rat looked up from his son's hand, attempting to make eye contact.

"Nothing Sensei." Raph muttered. He shifted his eyes to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. 

"Hmm, are you sure? It is not often that you are so aggressive with your punching bag." Splinter stated, keeping a calm tone. He was wrong. Or at least, not entirely right. Raph was this rough with the punching bag all the time. He supposed Splinter meant that he wasn't usually this rough with himself. 

"I-I guess..." Raph trailed off. Should he tell him? Should he tell him? How would he react. His father's always telling him not to let his anger take control. But that's exactly what happened that night. "I guess Leo's just been getting on my nerves." Raph bluffed. His father hummed in reply.

"I just- It's-" Raph let out a heavy sigh, "Yesterday, I got hit while fighting the Kraang. Leo was all concerned, but when I told him I was fine, he got all mad like I was the bad guy!" Raph yelled.

"My son, you must understand that neither you, nor Leonardo is the villain." Splinter advised. The rat gently tied the bandages on his son's right hand and exchanged it for the right.

"Yeah, I know... I just don't get why he had to keep me from going on today's mission. It's not fair!" Raph complained. With Slash- Spike, mutated, Raph was alone, with no one who truly understood him. 

"Hmm, yes. I did recommend that you stay here." Splinter stated. 

"What!? Why?" Raph shrieked. He heard Leo say that Master Splinter didn't want him going on the mission, but he assumed that was just something Leo said to get him to listen. 

"I did not want you getting hurt." His father admitted.

"But-"

"And neither did Leonardo. He is the leader of the team. He is under much pressure. He wants to do what he thinks is right. To him, that means preventing you from going on missions." The rat clarified.

"Hai Sensei." Raph sighed. By now, Splinter was done bandages Raph's knuckles. 

After saying goodbye, Raphael finally made his way to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. The turtle rolled over, now lying on his shell. Raph lifted his hand up and stared at his knuckles. The turtle slowly brought his hand back down to the side of his shell. His bed felt nice and fairly warm, a small nap while waiting for his brothers to get back wouldn't hurt. His eyes began to droop down, and before long, he fell into a deep, comforting sleep. 

Now asleep, Raph's mind drifted between his thoughts. It drifted to the coffee he drank this morning, it drifted to his brothers, it drifted to Super Robo Mecha Force, and eventually it drifted back to the death of Casey Jones, which at this point had a tendency to consume Raph's thoughts. 

The next thing he knew, there was a whisper. It sounded far away, but even with the distance, the voice sounded familiar. Though, the turtle couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying. It started as a mumble. Then grew slightly louder. And a bit more louder. Until eventually, it became intelligible. "Get up. Wake up." A moment or two passed. "Wake UP!" the voice commanded. And with that, Raph's eyes shot open. 

His vision was fuzzy but wherever he was, it consisted mainly of different shades of grey. Man, how long was he out? He stood up, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized where he was. Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. No no no no no no no, not here! He easily recognized where he was; the alley from the night of Casey Jones's death. He looked around frantically, trying to find out how the hell he had gotten here. 

Everything felt... fuzzy? It felt weird, not quite like a dream, but definitely not reality. The air around Raph felt thick, like molasses. But oddly enough, when he tried to move, he did so with ease. He determined he was simply in a lucid dream. What other explanation was there?

"What's the matter?" Raph heard a voice; it was the one he had heard whispering in his mind just a few moments ago. It sounded closer than last time. The turtle reached for his sai only to find they weren't there. He craned his neck to the side to look down to where his sai should have been.

"Looking for your salad tongs?" the voice taunted. Raph snapped his head back up and started frantically searching for whomever was talking to him. It was weird, there was something familiar about the voice that Raph couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Salad tongs!?" Raph echoed, a hint of anger in his voice. But there was no reply. Raph tried calling out to the voice again only to feel something he couldn't see cover his mouth. 

"Boo!" the voice whispered in his ear. Raph whipped around only to find nothing there. Whoever's voice he was hearing, they were fast. Just as that thought passed Raph's mind, a figure became visible. 

Oh no... 

The apparition was that of Casey Jones's...

Now that Raph's thoughts weren't clouded with rage like the night they first met, he took a moment to look over the boy. He menacingly stood there, his skull mask still covering his face. The specter's eyes were white, all white. No irises, no pupils, no blood vessels. His hood was down, revealing his Irish-black hair. It appeared that he didn't have his weapons, or was even wearing a holster. He was wearing three layers? Who does that? His clothes had spray paint stains here and there. Before Raph could make any further observations, the spirit spoke.

"What's the matter, surprised to see me?" Casey asked in a tone that sent shivers up Raph's spine. The man chuckled a bit before beginning to approach Raph. The turtle's voice was trapped in his own throat. He truly couldn't say anything, no matter how much he mentally yelled at himself to. 

"What? Did ya really think you'd killed me?" the ghost teased. He stopped just in front of Raph, whose nervous system felt like it was burning.

"I- You- No..." Raph muttered. Why was he back here? How was Casey back here? How was he back here? His brain was scrambled; he couldn't piece together a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"Hm?" the human(?) responded, "What was that?" 

"You... You're- You're not supposed to be here." Raph forced out.

"Don't be so sure." the apparition mocked. A cold gust of wind hit Raph's shoulder, sending a shiver through Raph's right arm. The feel of the moment greatly changed. The spirit seemed more serious. Deadly serious.

"You. You left me. To die." Casey bitterly spoke. "Why? What did I do to deserve death? And at your hand." 

Raph felt his guilt consume him. It felt like a  lump in his throat, the kind you get just before crying. The turtle craned his neck down, to stare at his feet in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He felt his remorse eat away at him. "I- I'm-" Raph stuttered. "I'm sorry..." he choked out. 

A moment passed. "No." the specter mumbled. "No, you don't get closure." sharply uttered. Raph craned his neck up to face the ghost. They locked eyes. (At least, Raph thinks they did. It was hard to tell considering Casey's eyes were white.) Casey's dead eyes stared down at Raph, who was paralyzed in place. The ghost swiftly raised his fist in preparation for a beatdown. 

"WAKE UP DUDE!" 

Raph shot awake, now sitting up. He quickly looked around, only to find that he was once again in his room. He felt tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He turned to his left to see who had woken him up from his nightmare. It was Mikey, with a severely concerned look on his face. He was sitting on the edge of Raph's bed, next to the red-masked turtle's legs.

"Dude, are you okay? I came in here to check on you and you were crying in your sleep!" Mikey explained. His hands were on Raph's shoulders, grip getting tighter by the moment. Raph lifted his hand to his face and wiped away the tears. 

"I'm fine, Mikey." Raph insisted. He pushed his younger brother's hands away. Raph waited for Mikey to leave. And waited a bit longer. He and his younger brother kept eye contact as several moments passed.

"...No." the younger turtle finally responded. Raph flinched back in shock at Mikey's reply. 

"What do you mean no?" Raph questioned, a hint of anger seeping into his voice. 

"No, you aren't fine! You've been acting weird for months! Literally!" Mikey insisted. He put his hands on his older brother's shoulders. Raph opened his mouth, about to argue with Mikey, when he cut him off.

"And before you say anything about 'oh I'm fine,' no, you aren't! The time you were staring off into the sewers, the time you 'tripped' after getting out of the shower and acted super weird, the time you screamed for no reason while on our way back from a mission. And Leo told me about the time in the dojo."

Raph was shocked that Mikey of all turtles had picked up on his troubles. Then again, Mikey was by far the most in tune with emotions in comparison to the rest of his brothers. "So what's with you dude!? Is- Is it me...?" Mikey trailed off, retracting his hands from his brother's shoulders. His brow furrowed behind his orange mask, as he squinted his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown. 

"Did I do something wrong?" the orange-masked turtle whispered sorrowfully. What? No. No. No! Raph thought to himself. This wasn't Mikey's fault, it was Raph's. Why would Mikey blame himself. Raph was snapped out of his thoughts by a small sniffling noise coming from his younger brother. His head snapped up to look at Mikey. 

He was crying. 

Without a moment of hesitation, Raph wrapped his arms around his little brother, trapping his in a warm embrace. Mikey waited a second, shocked that his older brother was hugging him. But after a second or two, he hugged him back. And so they sat there, for only a few minutes, encased in each other's arms. Eventually they pulled away, warm smiles on each of their faces. 

"So wait. If it's not me bumming you out what is it?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence. Raph sharply inhaled before letting out a deep sigh. He really didn't know if he could trust Mikey with this. Would he tell the others? Would he understand? He was the most in tune with emotions and junk, so maybe? But would he tell the others? Mikey had a habit of ratting his brothers out when any of them told him a secret. 

Clearly having sensed his brother's inner turmoil, Mikey placed his hand on Raph's left shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bro." Mikey reassured.

"...Thanks Mikey." Raph responded, waiting a moment before saying anything. Raph rarely showed his softer side. Or really any side of him that wasn't angry. But there were moments like these during which he let his heart open, for comforting his brothers and such (most often Mikey). 

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch Super Robot Mecha Force. Later dude!" The orange turtle stated, bouncing up and out the door. His sudden exit had left Raph slightly confused, but not so confused that it consumed his thoughts. The red-masked turtle lied back down in his bed. He let his eyes flutter shut as he drifted back off to sleep. 

Things would be alright. This would be alright. Yeah. Everything would be fine as long as Raph had his brothers.

First/Previous/Next/Masterpost

[neodracunyan]

Chapter 4 - The Invasion of the Dark Creatures (Prequel Arc - Final Part)

Location: The Lonely Hills Orphanage - Uptown Creation City

Date: March 30, 1987

Time: 2:30 PM

No POV

It's been a few days since the Hour of Despair had happened at Playtime Co. after the Dark Creatures have finally gotten their revenge against the people that wronged them and used them for their own experiments as we see Y/n (Kenneth) relaxing in the Play room, watching his favorite show, the Smiling Critters on VHS at the orphanage that he now lives in with the other kids that are playing arounds and the caretakers all appear to not be as horrible and abusive as what Y/n (Kenneth) might think when he arrived at the orphanage in Uptown Creation City.

So far, Y/n is enjoying his stay at the Lonely Hills Orphanage and things are going well for him...

Except for one person that is constantly getting on his nerves as one of the kids by the name of Billy Mason didn't believe that Y/n (Kenneth) is not tough as he tried to make Y/n (Kenneth) learn his place in his own world that he thinks that he's life's main character, which he is not.

Y/n (Kenneth): What is it now, Mason? Can you see that I'm trying to relax here.

Billy Mason: I don't care. I'm not going to stop pestering you until you'd learned your place around here.

Y/n (Kenneth): Oh really? Well, I'm not going to do that cause you should always know that you're not the main character of this universe and you shouldn't treat everyone like they're your servants here. I don't care how much you try to force me to be your servant. I can take whatever you throw at me.

Billy Mason: Oh yeah, tough guy?! (Punches Y/n (Kenneth) in the face)

Y/n (Kenneth) soon feel out of the recliner that he was sitting on after he got punched in the face by Billy Mason as he is not gonna be talked down like that from Y/n (Kenneth) as he is one mean scumbag in the entire orphanage.

Billy Mason: I hope that you will teach you not to talk back to your superior, ya twit!

???: Mason! Are you bullying Y/n (Kenneth) and the other kids again?!

Then one of the caretakers came into the room and Billy Mason was not happy to see one of the caretakers catch him in the act when he punched Y/n (Kenneth) square in the face in front of the children that are all shocked to see that happen to Y/n (Kenneth).

Billy Mason: Uh...no Miss Delight. We were just horsing around here.

Miss Delight: A likely story, Mason. You're getting double timeout, mister.

She then grabbed Billy Mason by the wrist and took him to the other room for Timeout as he looked at Y/n (Kenneth) with a glare in his eye as he vowed revenge against him for sending him into double timeout, even though that Y/n (Kenneth) didn't do anything to him other than standing up to him that got him in serious trouble with the head caretaker of the Orphanage herself, Miss Delight, a former school teacher of Playtime Co. and owner and head caretaker of Lonely Hills Orphanage in Uptown Creation City.

Then after she locked the door to the Timeout Room, she went back to the Playroom with a med kit to help Y/n (Kenneth) with his injuries on his face after he got punched in the face by Billy Mason. She loves kids so much that she treats them including Y/n (Kenneth) like her own kids like a proud mother should do to her children. She pretty much should win the mother of the Year award twice in one year.

She knew about Y/n's (Kenneth's) backstory and how his spirit was broken as he is now become an emotionless child after seeing so many scars all over his body back when he was taken hostage by the two criminals that killed his own parents right in front of them. She pretty much treats Y/n (Kenneth like he's her own son the most as the kids also treat Y/n (Kenneth) like an older brother to them.

Miss Delight: I'm sorry that Billy Mason is causing you trouble again, Y/n (Kenneth). Are you alright?

Y/n (Kenneth): Yeah, I'm fine, Miss Delight. Thanks for putting that troublemaker in timeout.

Miss Delight: My pleasure. I should've sent him to Juvie instead of making him live here with you and the other kids. Still, I feel worried about you and what happened to your parents all those years ago after you were taken hostage and been treated like a slave to those criminals back then.

Y/n (Kenneth): It's alright, Miss Delight. I can take care of myself, even though you treat me like I'm your own son.

Miss Delight: Well, that's my job of taking care of you and all of these kids after I quit my job at Playtime Co. as the teacher at Playcare. If any parent doesn't want to adopt you, I can take that chance and make you a member of my family as my son.

Y/n (Kenneth): If that happens, I will accept that and maybe we might have a pizza party to celebrate as mother and son.

Miss Delight: That would be lovely. Also, would you mind changing the channel to 23, so I can see what's going on today.

Y/n (Kenneth): Sure thing.

So, Y/n (Kenneth) then changed the channel to Channel 23 News, where a breaking news report is happening right now as the news anchorman starts explaining the situation going on at Playtime Co.

News Anchor: Hello everyone! This is a very serious Breaking News report here as we discuss the situation that happened at Playtime Co. as every employee and scientist that worked there have been brutally slaughter to death when one of the surviving employees that worked there managed to escape before all the exits where blocked. He gave us enough information on what was going on inside the toy factory.

Then a video footage was shown as a ton of dead bodies of the Playtime Employees and scientists were all brutally murdered by a group of familiar looking toys that Y/n (Kenneth) somehow remembered back when he was still living at Playcare.

News Anchor: As you can see, it appears that a group of sentient toys has managed to overpower all of the employees including a few toys like Mommy Long Legs and Huggy Wuggy. Nobody knows, who or what they really are, but I'm certain that these dangerous toys were made as a whole new project for Playtime Co. that went horribly wrong. You see, everyone knows Huggy Wuggy and Poppy Playtime, but are your children safe from Playtime Co.'s latest toy? What you've seen here is probably one of the designs of Playtime Co.'s own Smiling Critters-

Then the Smiling Critters show's logo appears in the top left of the screen.

News Anchorman: a limited series cartoon made to celebrate the release of the toys sharing its name, yet both now face the fire sparked by the inclusion of one key member... The controversy of the CatNap doll, shown on the news along with the rest of the Smiling Critter crew as the group image of the Smiling Critters were shown on screen.

News Anchorman: "This is one of the members of the Smiling Critters, CatNap,-

Then they cut to a video of an individual holding the toy as they demonstrated the CatNap toy to show the viewers how the toy works.

News Anchorman: -and like the others of his line, you just pull his little tail, and a light gas exits the toy through the mouth. It seems innocent enough for the children that needed a good night's rest. However, parents across the country report their children experiencing strange and often violent nightmares. And beside them, their little, grinning, CatNap doll. Now, with controversy growing, Playtime Co. has recently announced the recall of all the Smiling Critters toys from your local toy store. Not only that they recalled all of the toys, but also the Smiling Critters TV Show as well.

An image of the Smiling Critters TV Show is shown to be cancelled after the controversies at Playtime Co had happened.

News Anchorman: The Smiling Critters, once beloved by children everywhere are all now permanently removed cleared from all promotional material. But damage already done, will disappearing be that easy? The exact cause of these incidents still unknown, only one thing appears glaringly certain: Your whole family are not safe with the mysterious toys that committed massive amounts of murders inside the toy factory. We are unsure of this moment of what's happening right now or what these strange creatures are, but we all advise everyone to stay in their homes and is issued a...uh...one moment folks....sorry I thought I saw something small that just come across my desk and...what's that? Oh god....this can't be happening....

There was a moment of silence before the news anchor continue explaining everyone including Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight that is watching the news report right now on what the news anchor is trying to say them and how to deal with the situation.

News Anchor: Sorry for the long moment of silence and I seem to be getting reports that the...I apologize for not pay attention to what's going on because I have a bit of trouble reading this bulletin, but I have been told that this has confirmed by official sources. It appears that...these strange creatures that somehow the same Smiling Critters are now kidnapping every living being on this planet and they're...taking them to the same toy factory outside of Downtown Creation City and now....they're turning them all into one of them from some kind of...advanced machinery and...giant robots. It also appears that they're now capturing the innocent people, turning them into dolls like them through advanced machinery and eating the flesh of the living, exactly what it would be like in an actual zombie like apocalypse. It appears that the entire world in under attack by these sentient dolls and they're capturing every human they can find and making them one of them with advance technology. Even the police and the army can't seem to stop them. This is unbelievable news we're hearing! I for one am truly shocked. For those of you tuning in and seen what you have just watched right now, this is not a joke! Something has gone horribly...horribly wrong.

Then suddenly, there was the sound of loud clutter going on in the newsroom that made the news anchor flinch at the noise before looking over his desk to see what's there, but there's nothing there.

News Anchor: Uh...hello? Is anyone there?

Then without warning, he soon got attacked by a group of the same dolls from the toy factory as the camera to topple over, causing the TV signal to get disconnected for a moment before the signal came back on and Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight saw what's going on the TV as they saw a blue elephant in a bloody lab coat, goggles and 6 robotic arms through a backpack as the Dark Creature known as Dr. Damage that is taking over the news channel as he has a message for the people of Creation City.

Dr. Damage: Hello? Is this thing on? Are we live on the air? Alright then...(Clears Throat) Citizens of Creation City! This is Dr. Damage of the Dark Creatures, here to send you a message from our leader of our group, Sleep Demon as we are all here to spread the word that we are now new world leaders, The Dark Creatures. Of course, you think you all have the power in the world to stop all of us. Coincidence, I think not!!! You humans are no match for our supreme power and technology, and I highly suggest that all of you should just give up and surrender yourselves. If you don't heed our warnings, we will hunt you down and gut you like a fish before we make you into one of us at the same toy factory that we've taken over with an iron fist.

Then he has shown images of the devasting events that happened in Playtime Co. during the Hour of Despair, which horrified Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight at the sight of the images of the dead workers and scientists as well as the children that were being experimented on by Dr. Damage, which Y/n (Kenneth) soon realized that it was actually Bubba Bubbaphant, but he looks completely different from his original self like he just got a total makeover and plastic surgery on his entire body.

Y/n (Kenneth): What the heck?! What did Bubba Bubbaphant and the other Smiling Critters do to everyone at Playtime Co.?

Miss Delight: I don't know, but I don't like where this is going. It's a good thing I quit my job there and you got transferred here before this all happened.

Y/n (Kenneth): Same here. I just hope this is just an early April Fools' Day prank, but it's not. This is real.

Dr. Damage: Also, I hope you are watching this, Angel...because we will be looking for you as well. Once we capture you and take you back to us, we will make sure to clip your wings off, so you will never fly away from us ever again. We'll see you again soon, Angel.

Then the TV Screen went into static before the sound of a siren alarm was activated as the Dark Creatures have now started their reign of terror upon the world as the Smiling Critters Apocalypse has begun and things are not going well for Y/n (Kenneth) as he is now become the main target to the Dark Creatures.

Y/n (Kenneth): The end has come for us all...

END OF THE PREQUEL ARC

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE APOCALYPSE ARC