#that i might have to fic that before i move on

[julymusings]

Jason Todd x Single Mom!Reader

I've been plagued for many months now by the idea of jason todd x young single mom!reader. I literally made this blog this morning just to post this

this is so LONG try as i might to shorten it i've been itching to get all this out of me so enjoy this word vomit i might just make a full fic if i'm feeling extra frisky

You got pregnant in college, and now you’re fresh out of grad school moving to a new city with your 3 year old daughter

You got a job at Wayne Enterprises, leading an important new project. You and your colleagues are invited to the latest Wayne Gala, hosted at the billionaire’s own manor. All these years as a young mother and a student, you hadn’t any experience with such extravagance-- how could you say no?

the party lowkey sucks because it's all old rich people so you sneak out to a balcony where you find a young man drinking whiskey and texting on his phone.

he introduces himself as jason, and his hand is rough and calloused when you shake it, but it's warm and sends a tingle up your arm. (😏)

You chat about your work, he complains about the stuffiness of a life at Wayne Enterprises and you laugh when he warns you to get out while you can (he's joking, of course. not because he thinks it's worth staying but because if you leave he'd never be able to hear that adorable laugh again)

when you go off on a tangent about how excited you are for your project, he's not even listening anymore. the sheer passion that lights up your face has his mind going fuzzy and a full orchestra playing in the background

you're pulled back in before he can get your number :( he's so mopey all weekend he doesn't even have it in him to retaliate when damian makes fun of him for having pink pony club as his top song for this month :(

when you get home your email is flooded with warnings from other parents at your daughter's daycare about a lice scare?? okay, you think, she's definitely not going on monday, you can just bring her to work with you, right? what's the worst that could happen?

the following monday he just happens to show up at the office (He can't just stop by to say hi to his brother who he loves?) (tim calls security almost immediately)

you're not at your cubicle (in a meeting, your desk neighbor informs him) so he mills about the floor like a lost puppy just waiting for you to show up so he can "accidentally" run into you

the woman at the front desk has a chair pulled up next to hers where this little girl with pigtails is sitting, trying to console her as tears stream down her face

jason springs into action, kneeling in front of her chair to ask what's wrong

she just sniffles and holds up her stuffed animal, an elephant whose button eye has popped out, the woman watching her trying to get her to hand it over so she can sew it back on but she wont let go

he goes full grey's anatomy, fussing over the toy like it's in mortal peril and complimenting her for being so brave before gently asking if he can try to fix it

she lets him take it and he uses the woman's travel sewing kit to stitch it back on

she's ecstatic, leaping forward into his arms to give him a big hug

but now she won't let him leave because no he has to have a conversation with the elephant first and introduce himself and give it post-surgery care instructions and listen to it talk about how much she it wants a puppy and he feels like such an idiot talking to that thing but anything to make this little girl smile

she pulls a little picture book from the backpack hung on the back of her chair and asks him to read with her and he can't just say no!

so he plops down on the tile floor and starts reading out loud and even though she's standing next to him craning her neck to see the pictures he's a head taller than her

when you finish your meeting and head back to the front desk to thank gretchen for watching your kid the sight you see makes your heart absolutely melt

jason and your daughter are sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor of Wayne Enterprises as he reads to her, and he's pulling out all the stops, he's doing voices, sound effects, and she's giggling so hard she can't sit up straight

but then they both finally notice you

"mommy!" she yells, running to you and wrapping herself around your leg

you're surprised to see him, but definitely not disappointed, and if what you just walked in on indicated anything, it was that you wanted, nay, needed this man

so now you're flushed and hopeful, mind running with possibilities of why he's here; could it be? he couldn't stop thinking about you either? he came all the way to ask you out?

but jason is also surprised, astounded even, by the miniature carbon copy clinging to your leg saying something about scooby snacks

he's freaking out on the inside

through a tight-lipped greeting he excuses himself with what he hopes is a neutral demeanor (spoiler alert: it's not) and goes home to think

and you obviously know exactly what that was about, one doesn't go through pregnancy at 19 without becoming well-acquainted with the whole catalogue of surprised/judgy reactions

of course you're a mess because the early/mid 20s dating scene is hard enough as it is but with a toddler? forget it, might as well just give up now

you go home to call your best friend and get drunk over face time while she assures you that men aint shit and offers to put a curse on him (you consider it, but how are you supposed to get a lock of his hair?)

he's up all night hating himself for being such an asshole and trying to come up with a scenario in which this works, in which he can have you in his life and also a child and be the red hood because he can't stop thinking about you

so then he just says fuck it and the next morning he shows up at your office with flowers and a puppy stuffed animal and finally asks you out

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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Kitty huffs, a rare moment of agitation, and blows it out sharply. She thrusts her hands forward and hurls the string of pearls onto the couch. She curls her fingers in frustration and stares at them, like a puzzle.��

“My goddamn hands won’t stop shaking,” she utters. 

You cross the room to her, wordlessly, and take the necklace. You move behind her to clasp it in place over her collar. She wears a straight cut black dress with no ornament. The pearls are a delicate touch to the otherwise plain outfit. 

“What do you think he wants?” Adrienne finally asks the question none of you dared. 

You look at her helplessly. They can never know you did this. They can’t ever know that the reason they are so scared in that moment is your fault. They might have longed to pull the trigger themselves but actually doing it is different. It’s... irredeemable. 

“He said we’re under his protection,” you say flatly. 

“Oh, come on, you’re the most skeptical of all of us,” Kitty accuses, “you believe that. Daddy was just another soldier.” 

“Maybe but what else are we going to do but obey?” You counter. 

Kitty winces and Adrienne’s eyes bat. Your older sister shakes her head, “you’re not the one to give up.” 

“I am.” You insist. “If it keeps you two safe then I will do whatever needs to be done.” 

They’re silent for a moment as they look from you to each other. They nod. “Us too,” Kitty says. “We have to take care of each other.” 

“Like always,” Adrienne agrees. 

Silence floods the room again. There’s a car waiting outside a few minutes later. You march out in another sombre parade. It’s a different kind of funeral that day. You’re not mourning the past, you’re mourning the future and what could have been and will never be. 

You sit together in the back seat. You hold hands. You never went to many of these ‘business’ gatherings. Outside of a wedding, you weren’t invited. Your father was only invited by the few people who knew him in the outfit. He was only ever the big dog when he barked at his three daughters. 

The car stops, you get out. You squeeze your sisters’ hands before you detach. The man who drove leads you to the immaculate white facade of the grand hall. You’re somewhat confused by the venue but this is not a day for questions. You had your curiosity beat out of you long ago. 

Inside, you’re led to a set of open doors. You enter and another man stands to beckon you further inside. There are bodies all around, all in dark suits, muttering under their breath, coughing, tapping fingers. 

Your eyes skim around cautiously. Barnes sits at the head table. He’s calm and unbothered by the new arrival. He’s indifferent to his men as the one next to him whispers in his ear. Rogers stands behind the boss’ chair as he speaks to him, gripping the elaborate orb that tops the post of the straight-backed seat. 

Barnes’ gaze meets yours only as you and your sisters are put at a table of your own. It feels like some hearing. A court case. Are they hearing the crimes of your father? But he said... 

No questions. There’s nothing the answers can change for you. Adrienne fidgets, wringing her hands restlessly, and Kitty sit so straight it looks like it hurts. None of you look past the table. Your daddy would smack your mouth for your wandering eyes. 

“Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s gut through the bullshit,” Barnes’ voice brings the voice to deathly lull. The men shift their bodies and their focus. The doors close subtly behind the boss’ timbre. “Now, don’t think I brought you here because of a single soldier. You know better. All of you.” 

His voice is stringent but restrained. Still, it’s enough to instill fear. You gulp and dare to look up at him. He stands and puts his hands on the table. 

“First, a crooked accountant. Bald clown messing around. Then I got men going out, coming back short. Then dead.” He snarls. “I don’t care about the small men. With due respect,” he pauses and glances in your direction, “but I know they don’t think for themselves, too. I know it was one of you. This isn’t just chance. 

“One of you popped Warren ‘cause he found you out,” Barnes continues.  

You sense movement like a soft breeze. Rogers edges along the wall, unnoticed. You stare in slow motion as he moves quickly towards another table. 

“And I found you out too,” Barnes hits the table with his fist. “I went through the numbers and I found the fucking thief.” 

You frown. It’s... lies. He told you that day. At the funeral. Your daddy was the thief. Now he’s telling them something different. He used you. It makes a good story. A mysteriously dead soldier, missing money... makes it easy to trim the fat. 

“Milo,” Barnes points and a chair scrapes and teeters.  

Rogers grabs the capo from behind, closing his hands around his neck. He drags him easily, like a rag doll. They aren’t so different in size and yet the blond moves the other easily as he bulls around the table and brings the man to the center of the room. 

“You been pocketing my money.” Barnes stands straight and gestures casually. 

Rogers tosses the other man, Milo, to the floor and kicks him so he sprawls. His assault is methodical. He doesn’t let up. He stomps and batters the man into the polished wood. The noise of cracking bones and breaking cartilage itch in your ears. The accused hacks and chokes on spit and blood. 

Your sisters smother gasps and startled sobs. You’re only mortified by your own indifference. Are you so callous to feel nothing for a man chosen to pay for father’s death? For your actions? You just can’t. You know every man in this room is just like your father was. Cruel. Mean. They deserve it just as much as he did. 

“Enough,” Barnes orders and Rogers steps back, combing his long hair away from his face as he puffs. The man on the floor is a puddle of wheezes. 

“Your houses, your cars, your accounts, all of it, will be turned over to Warren’s daughters. For his good service to me. He died finding you out. He died for the good of the outfit. He smoked out the mole,” Barnes says. “And you orphaned his daughters, just like you meant to do to every man in this room.” 

Silence. Stillness. No one moves. 

“You are all dismissed. On your way out, you make sure to pay your disrespects to that scum,” Barnes growls. “And look at him, hard and long, because the next fucker I catch with his hands in my pockets will be right there with him.” 

There’s a moment before anyone moves. The first man to rise is greying around his temples. He comes out from behind the table and nears the shaking form on the floor. He spits on Milo then sends his pointed leather shoe into the man’s stomach. He marches out without looking back. 

The next man follows suit. Spit, kick, go. One after another the men disburse in the same manner. The noises, ptuah, crack, tap, tap, tap, form a sickly rhythm. You can only sit and watch. 

You reach to your sisters and take their hands again. You glance between them. They look on in horror. They aren’t made for this. Your eyes flit back to the head table and find the king looking over his court. No, he’s looking at you. 

Barnes dips his chin and his eyes gleam. He is the master. No one dares to challenge the narrative he’s written. Whatever he says is all the truth they need to worry about. Same goes for you. 

[di-42]

Adding what have recently become my go-to comfort fics:

The Bookseller And The Garden, rated T, 13k

Fluff, fluff, fluff! Canon divergent fiction where Crowley is a demon stationed on earth, Aziraphale is an angel stationed on earth, but they have never met until present day. There's no end of the world in sight, only an angel and a demon falling in love and not knowing how to break it to the other that they're not human. I laughed all the way through.

The Anon Before Christmas, rated E, 66k

Ah. Where to begin. Every now and then, you read a fiction that just makes you feel at home. Makes you feel like you’re in safe hands. Like you’re in for a real treat. This absolute gem has very quickly become my favourite human AU. For several reasons.  The characterisation of the two main characters is absolutely spot on. I could hear Crowley talking in DT’s Crowley voice and see him moving in DT’s Crowley way, and I could hear Aziraphale talking in MS’s Aziraphale voice and see him moving in MS’s Aziraphale way. The pace of the development of their relationship from enemies to lovers is just perfect. It’s told from Crowley’s POV and you can see how his perspective changes as the story progresses, but the writer is so good that Aziraphale’s change of perspective shows perfectly through Crowley’s POV too. The array of side characters is so good that it actually pains me to call them side characters. I wrote in one of my comments to the fiction that I will forever adore this story’s Bee, and I meant it, but Newt and Ana are equally fantastic (and I loved the other cameos too!). Also, and this is especially important to me, this story is as much a love story between Crowley and Aziraphale as it is a story of true friendship among all the characters. They look after each other, they have each other’s back, they support each other. I am so lucky and privileged to be able to see myself represented in that aspect of the story. Last but not least, this fiction doesn't overstay its welcome one bit. You are happy about how everyone ended up, but still could read more. It’s like you are part of the gang and want to know what your friends are up to. Everything in this story was perfect. I realise I haven’t mentioned what the plot is about, but hopefully by now you might want to find out for yourself!

Wrong Turn, rated T, 37k

Honestly, I don't know why this fiction touched me so much. I just couldn't stop thinking about it for days after I finished it. It's a post season 1 fiction where Crowley suddenly finds himself in a parallel universe at the time the apocalypse is just about to happen. The Crowley and Aziraphale in that universe have a different history to our Crowley and Aziraphale. All our Crowley wants to do is to go back to his universe and his very own angel, but how? As you follow the main plot and focus on Crowley's thoughts and actions, you'll start slowly feeling the other story get hold of you, and it won't let go until the very end and beyond.

Happiness, More Or Less, rated M, 21k

If you read only one story out of this list, make it this one. This human AU moved me so very much I cried. Crowley moves into his new flat in Soho, only to discover the flat in haunted by the ghost of the owner of the bookshop downstairs. I won't tell anything else about the plot other than it does have a very sweet happy ending, and it gets there via a rollercoaster of emotions. This is really one of those fictions that leave me in awe of the fandom's talent and creativity. Read it, read it, read it!

Wavelengths & Frequencies, WIP, rated E, chapters 14/?

If you feel like you're going through one of those phases where you need to curl up on a sofa with a cup of hot chocolate and something good to read, something safe and reassuring, then this fantastic fiction is for you. It's a human AU enemies-to-lovers fiction where Aziraphale and Crowley can't stand each other, but work for the same media corporation as radio DJs and have to attend charity events together. The characterisation is spot on and the humour great. And what an incredible soundtrack! I honestly can't tell you how happy each notification of a new chapter of this story makes me!

Plus my own one shots:

Angel! Angel! They're At It Again! Rated M, 5k

It's the year 2030. The world never ended. Aziraphale and Crowley are living happily and safely together as a married couple. Everything would be well, if it wasn't that lately Aziraphale has been a bit busy. A bit distracted. Now, Crowley can't have that, can he? He seeks the advice of his girlfriends, who unwittingly give him an idea on how to liven up his marriage.

A fluffy story about how we get to a certain cottage.

In Vino Ludus, rated E, 3k

It's the year 2030. Crowley comes to the bookshop drunk, and Aziraphale can finally put all those years of eye-rolling practice to good use.

An as of yet canon divergent fluffy night in the life of an angel and a demon.

Do you have any go to Good Omens comfort fics?

i got u ❤️

stockholm’s other syndrome (T, 5k): aziraphale lets himself get ‘kidnapped’ by a demon. very cute and romcommy

sit tight take hold (E, 150k): formula 1 au that got me totally into f1 while i am not even a car person. the type of au that becomes its own thing and you love escaping to it again

where a canvas blooms (T, 3k): cuddle arrangement au with SUCH gorgeous art too it’ll make you feel so warm inside

manual handling (E, 8k): massage fic. ummm can an e rated fic be a comfort fic? sure why not. definite rereading material so

let me care for you (M, 1.7k) literal comfort — crowley gets cared for

big name feelings (E, 103k): fandom au and SO well done including the art. i followed this while it posted and it was so exciting

the gift (T, 3k): short & sweet they talk about the elephant in the room

my mind holds the key (T, 3k): aziraphale wants to know who the ‘best friend’ was that crowley supposedly lost. superbly written

one night in bangor (E, 17k): a classic and great on every reread. there’s a heaven-hell mixer and omg…. the careful, exciting, fluttering flirtation

slow show (E, 95k): i know i know it’s such an obvious one to rec bc it’s so famous but genuinely one of thee best fics and a lovely reread each time. actors au

empirical study on the principles of snake care (T, 2k): sorry to be that guy but sometimes i reread my own fics and i laugh with the little jokes bc i’ve forgotten them. aziraphale tries out some snake care tips on crowley

as always: begging people to add (self) recs to this post because i’d love to know what people’s comfort fics are. please share the joy

[cocobear18]

Angel - Sam Monroe

Content Warning: 18+, fluff, smut, virginity loss, love confession, all that stuff, idk

WC: 3k+

Summary: Best friend! Sam climbs through readers window, love confessions, and smut follow

A/N: first fic...like ever, so don't come at me if it's shitty, i'm just a girl. also didn't know what to title it but I think sam calls reader angel the most so I just went with that.

Walking into your room after getting home for the day, your school bag down falls off your shoulder and onto the floor before you press play on your CD player, the last thing playing being a playlist Sam had burned recently and left in the machine after his last visit. After zipping down your boots and kicking them off, you pick up your discarded pajama shorts from that morning when you had changed out of them, black with little skulls and crossbones displayed all across them and a hot pink ribbon drawstring and so short your ass almost hangs all out, they were your current favorite. Shimming down your jeans and sliding them on, your phone rings before you can continue changing, leaving you in the tiny tank top you had worn that day. 

Digging through your bag to retrieve your phone you see your best friend Sam's name light up on the screen “Hello?” you say, plopping down on the bed and pressing the phone to your face. 

“Open your window.” your head pops up and your eyes dart to your window as he taps a few times to signal he is on the other side of the glass. 

A groan escapes you as you get up after having just laid down, you hang up your phone and toss it on your bed before walking over and opening the window for him, “You're the only one who uses my window as your preferred method of entrance.” you comment as he climbs in, knocking a few things that sat close to the window over and you watch as his face as he struggles to ground himself.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just that no one has the same determination to see you as I do.” His expression morphs into a smile at you as he stands up straight. 

You roll your eyes and start to head back over to the bed, Sam watches your ass as you walk away and he stays in place right where he is. “I like your shorts” he finally follows you and joins you on your bed. “They’re cute”

You look at him with realization “Did you see me change into them? Perv.”, You already know the answer as you see the satisfied look on his face. 

“I'm innocent,” His hands shot up in mock surrender, “How was your class,” He asked, not truly interested in any type of academics but pretending to care for your sake.

“Well, it was alright, there were some really nice people taking it, and a cute guy sitting in front of me, there were some girls who had cute style, I might try to make friends with them- maybe. The professor was really nice too, I think I’m gonna like the class” You told him, trying to keep your eye contact with him and not let your gaze fall to his lips and he periodically licked them as he listened to you speak.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “A cute guy? Really?” His face looks unimpressed and he rolls his eyes.

You huff  “Out of all of that, that's what you focus on?” You push him slightly and he returns his gaze to you. 

“I’m just asking, can’t I ask?” Sam questions with a clear attitude. 

“That wasn't even like the top two things you should be focusing on, I mentioned wanting to make new friends and liking the class, you could ask me about that.” He gives you a blank stare as you speak.

Sam digs in his pocket before pulling out a lighter and pack of cigarettes, “M’not that interested in the class” You pull the box out of his hand before he can even pull one out. 

He attempts to get it back but you move it to your other hand and stretch so it's out of his reach. “Nuh-uh, I don't want my room smelling like cigs- and I was hoping you’d ask about the girls I mentioned, I think you’d like this one girl.” You gently place the cigarettes on your nightstand. 

“M’not interested in the girls either” He lays on his side, his arm propping him up as he still faces you to continue talking. You turn your head towards him and he tilts his own. “How ‘cute’ is the guy? “

You shrug your shoulders “I don't know, cute enough that I'm gonna look forward to going to class, nothing gonna happen though, he seems like one of those guys that just wanna have sex and dip, and I’m not that type of girl.”

His eyebrows raise and he looks too amused for your liking, “Not that type of girl? Alright, Mary, when are you gonna just bite the bullet and fuck someone, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Don’t call me that, can’t believe you found a way to make me regret making you watch Gilmore Girls with me.” Your hands gently play with the drawstrings on your shorts. “And m’not just gonna have sex with some random guy in my class.” You took a pause, hoping he’d take his turn to talk but you were met with an expecting look, urging you to continue. “I’m good with not having gone all the way yet. I don't want my first time to be with someone random, you know that.”

His fingertips find their way to your thigh and he begins to slowly move them back and forth. It wasn’t abnormal for you to talk about sex with Sam, but it was usually him doing most of the talking and his slight touch didn't convince you that you would be able to say anymore without stumbling over every word. “Why are you so curious?”

His hand moves from your thigh up to your hair, slowly tucking one side behind your ear to get a better look at your face, “Just curious.” he says matter of factly.

You stay quiet for a moment, “He just- he's cute, that's it, I always have someone in a class I think is cute, but I don’t know him well enough to envision that - me and him. I haven’t even had a conversation with him, it was the first day, he could turn out to be a shitty person.” Your eyes are darting around him, the way his touch was so gentle against you had you short-circuiting. 

You can't stop yourself from quickly looking at his face and your eyes get locked in with his. “So you need to know someone well enough to even think about fuckin them?” He asks.

“Well- yeah, why would I want to have sex with someone I don’t know, that kinda stupid. I’m not gonna fantasize about losing my virginity to a total stranger, well.. besides like- hot celebrities.” You tried to joke but earned no laugh from Sam, much to your disappointment. You weren't completely inexperienced in the intimacy field but something had always stopped you from crossing the finish line. Sam had jokingly volunteered himself when the two of you were in high school but besides your first kiss that was a dare in freshman year nothing had happened between the two of you, everything explicitly intimate you had ever done was with your ex.

He stares at your face for a few seconds “So do you fantasize about me? I’ve told you before that I could be the one…” You watch as the piercing by his lip moves a little, and his tongue fidgets with the part inside his mouth. 

You laugh lightly, he’d made similar comments in the past but with no actual promise behind them. “I wanna lose it to someone who loves me, not someone whos’ just doing it as a favor. You do not love me like that, as a friend sure, but I need more than that”

 Sam places his hand on your cheek guiding your face to look at him. “(Y/n)-” He pauses, hesitant to continue and the silence is so long that you wish you could read his mind in order to skip this part, “The first time I met you, I needed you. The first time you looked at me- I fell in love. Not only with the way you look but the way you are, the way you love, and the way you treat me- like I'm not just some waste of space. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love you with every part of me. My mind, my body, my heart, they’re all yours, they all love you.” He reaches out for your hand and guides it to his chest, placing your hand over his heart. You feel as if it beats as if it's going to pop out of his chest and when you look at his face, his eyes are wide, pupils dilated and filled with desire. “You’re like if an angel fell from heaven and landed right into my life- you bless me with your beauty every time I see you and I love you. I always offer myself because I hate the thought of you with anyone else.”

Sam couldn't tell what you were feeling, he wanted to wait for you to talk, but he was so- so impatient. He scooted closer to you and once again guided your face to look at him. His stomach did flips as you looked at him, he loved your eyes and how they flickered up to meet his. He leaned in and captured your lips with his. He tasted like cigarettes, no doubt he smoked one or two while he was outside your window. 

If Sam was being honest, he could kiss you for the rest of his life and be content- but he knew he could have more, and not only was he impatient, he was greedy. He needed every part of you, he had been patient enough, and now he needed every inch of you. “Sweetheart can I-let me-” You nod your head, still kissing him and muffling his words as you do so.

He slides off the bed, disconnecting his lips from yours and smiling as you move your face forward, trying to chase his kiss. His knees hit the ground and he looks up at you before peppering little kisses all over your thighs, slowly parting them and placing even more on the inside. His hands slide up and slowly start pulling your shorts down. “This okay?” He asks and you lift your hips, letting him fully remove them. 

His eyes focus on your panty-clad pussy, the wet spot in the middle made the dark red material even darker and he couldn't resist sticking his tongue out and liking a long, slow stripe that felt like a messy kiss. He continued to make out with your pussy through your panties, your whimpers filled the room as the music you had put on earlier continued to softly play.

He finally goes to pull down your panties and you let him, his touch is slow, like he’s savoring every moment, the material slowly moves down and when he finally pulls them from your ankles he places a quick kiss on your left thigh. You almost miss the way he pockets your panties. Almost. 

He opens your thighs and slots his head right in front of your bare pussy. “So pretty baby, every part of you.”, He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy for him, taking all of you in.  His tongue begins to lap at your folds, from top to bottom, trying to taste as much of you as he can. He moves to start circling your clit with his tongue and his fingers find their way to your opening, tracing, and teasing. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gotta stretch you open, make sure it feels good for you, yeah?” He asks, wide-eyed and hopeful, and how could you ever say no?

You nod eagerly “Y-yeah Sammy, just be gentle- haven't had more than like two fingers in me before, and that was a while ago.” He grunts before nuzzling his face back into you, hating the fact that he’s not the only one to see you like this. 

He slides a finger in and you moan, he thinks- no he knows- it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. It beats any song he's ever listened to and blasted through his speakers. He adds another one, knowing you can take it. His fingers felt so good inside of you, and he could feel how tight you were. He began pumping them in and out of you, his mouth latched onto your clit and he began to suck. Eventually, he added a third, and you were wet enough for him to do so with ease. He felt you tighten around his fingers as your breaths got quicker and this caused him to pull away, not wanting you to cum just yet.

You whine at the loss of his fingers and mouth but he shuts you up by coming up onto the bed with you and kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth and he begins to pull your shirt down. He slides the thin straps down your arms so your tank top rests on your torso and he makes quick work at undoing your bra. His mouth attaches itself to one of your nipples, sucking and licking like he had just done to your clit, using his hand to knead and pinch the other. He switched a few times before you tugged at his shirt, almost begging him to take it off and he complied. Your hands go to undo his studded belt and he lets you continue your actions. You undo the button and the zipper and he does the rest in getting them off of his body, leaving him in only his boxers. 

He pushes you back on the bed and hovers over you before kissing you again. His hips come down and he starts to grind his clothed cock on your cunt. You reach down and push the front of his boxers down, eyes going wide as his dick falls to your stomach. “Holy shit Sam, that's not gonna fit inside of me.” he kisses you again, teeth clacking together for a moment, making you giggle.

“It will baby, I’ll make it, I promise, it’ll feel good- gonna make you feel so good.” he rambles before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just gonna start with just the tip.” 

You nod, trusting him and you moan as soon as he gets his tip inside of you, he waits all of 10 seconds before begging you for more. You nod and tears start to form as he sinks inside of you. ‘Sammy- hurts” you let out as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. 

He kisses the tears on the side of your face and they escape your eyes. “I know baby, I know, it’s gonna feel real good soon, just gotta get used to it, angel.” His face moves to your neck and his hands roam all over, waiting for you to give him the okay to move. 

After a few moments, you give in and nod your head. His hips begin moving as his dick pumps in and out of you, biting his lip to muffle his moans. He fails, and instead, his moans translate to whimpers as his mouth lays so close to your ear that you hear his noises clearly and in all of their glory. “F-fuck baby, feel so good- like I'm in heaven.” The pain turns to pleasure as he continues his movements. 

Your hips begin to lift, trying to get more of him as he comes down to meet you. “Need more- please need more Sammy baby.” Your hands come up to the nape of his neck and you thread your hands into his hair, slightly tugging and earning a loud moan from him and causing his movements to stutter. 

He starts moving faster, resting his hands on your hips to hold you steady and closer at the same time and your moans get louder. “Fuckkk- you feel good angel? Yeah? “ His hand snaps to grab your face, forcing your eyes to meet his, his actions starting to become a direct contrast from the gentleness he has started with. “Yeah, bet my dick feels so good inside of you. You’re so lucky I’m the first dick you got inside of you baby.” His thrusts become sloppy and he continues to ramble. “Love you so much- love you- you feel so fucking good around me- so tight I can hardly move- squeezing me so good- fuckkk” 

He shuts up as soon as he hears your babbling, pulling you to fuck you deeper and hear you talk, “Mhmmm feels so good so so good Sammy, so big, can feel you all, all of you, mmhmmph love you- love you” His fingers move to your clit as he begins to rub a figure 8 over and over again. 

“Say that again- say you love me- keep saying it angel” He starts to pound into you, and your CD player is completely drowned out by the sounds of both of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin.”Love you, Sam, love you, love you love you, Sammy -gonna- gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna cum” You repeat over and over again, not being able to form a proper sentence as he ruts his dick deep inside of you. 

His head falls to your neck and his thrusts begin to falter “Gonna cum inside, gonna fill you up- so perfect- so fucking perfect for me” He lets out a strangled moan as he cums and does his best to keep moving to get you to finish. The pattern he's tracing on your clit gets sloppier and sloppier and his other hand moves to play with your tits. “C’mon- cum for me baby, you can do it, I got you.” You let out a moan as you cum, squeezing Sam's dick and you reach your peak he collapses on top of you, his hips still moving slightly and his arms wrapping around you.

Truthfully, he didn't want to pull out of you, if he could, he would spend the whole night buried inside of you, keeping you as close as you could, but you deserved to be cleaned up and taken care of. He pulls out, watching as the mix of yours and his cum leaks out of you, letting out another moan he reaches out, not being able to help himself. He scoops up some of what has leaked out and pushes it back inside of you. You moan as he repeats this action two more times before popping his fingers into his mouth to taste what you two made. You can see the thought flash across his face, “Sam-”

He starts to lap at your spent cunt, “Gotta clean you up, sweet girl.” He flattens his tongue, doing this more for him than you, he relishes in the taste of his cum inside of you. You tug at his hair in an effort to get him to stop but it only spurs him on further. He only stops as you push on his head and start to shut your thighs at the overstimulation. 

“S’too much Sam” you whine and he shifts to lay down next to you with a goofy grin on his face, His mouth and piercing glistened with your arousal and combined cum and his hair was messy, sticking up in multiple different directions.

You flip over so you can lay your head on his chest and you feel his chest quickly moves up and down while he tries to catch his breath. He leans down and plants a small kiss on top of your head before you both drift off to sleep.

[ateezscupid]

Can I request A Yeosang x Reader smut fic? Where they were never supposed to be roommates but somehow Yeosang ends up in the same room and as he opens the doors he is met with the reader squirting so he takes over her hands and eats her out then f🐱cks her until she squirts on his 🐓 and he cuts in her?

𝟓:𝟎𝟎𝐩𝐦. ☆

warnings ✩ dom!yeosang, sub!reader, college au, roommates, friends to lovers/friends with benefits, masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), yeosang is a tad rough, degradation, creampie, breeding kink

tags ✩ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

Yeosang stepped off the elevator, the soft ding echoing through the empty corridor. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the familiar silence of his apartment. After a long day at the office, all he craved was a quiet evening to unwind. He slipped his shoes off at the door, the cold tiles sending a shiver up his spine. As he padded down the hallway, the faint sound of a TV drifted from his roommate's bedroom. It was odd since you usually took your naps around this time, but he figured you might have fallen asleep with it on again. He tiptoed closer, the sound growing louder.

"What's you watching?" he wondered, tilting his head slightly. The door was ajar, a thin strip of light spilling out into the hall. He peeked through the crack, expecting to see the flicker of a sitcom or drama playing on the wall. Instead, he saw the unmistakable outline of his roommate's body, sprawled out on your bed, the TV off, and the room eerily silent except for the rhythmic sound of… something else.

His heart skipped a beat. The noises grew clearer—quick breaths, a soft, wet-smacking sound. Yeosang's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his breath shallow and quick. He knew he should look away, and respect your privacy, but he was frozen to the spot, his hand hovering over the door handle.

He saw the pink dildo in your hand. Your eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of concentration. The bed creaked with each thrust, the mattress absorbing the force of your hips. Yeosang felt his own body respond, his heart thudding in his chest, his mouth dry. He knew he should retreat to his own room, but his feet remained rooted to the floor, his gaze transfixed.

The sight of you was unexpectedly mesmerizing—the way you bit your bottom lip, your hand moving faster and faster, the youen of sweat glistening on your skin. He could almost feel the heat emanating from you, the scent of your arousal thick in the air. He knew he was intruding, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was a raw, intimate moment, and the line between shock and fascination blurred into something he hadn’t anticipated.

“Y-Yeosang,” you whimper. “F-Fuck,” you say louder, your thighs closing around your wrist. Were you…imagining the dildo was him? He swallows hard, his throat thick with arousal and guilt.

He continues to watch, his own desires unfurling like a dark bloom in his gut. His roommate's hand moves with increasing urgency, your breath hitching and your hips bucking up to meet each stroke. Your chest heaves with the effort, your breasts bouncing with every movement, your nipples tight and flushed. Yeosang's eyes trace the path of the dildo as it vanishes and reappears, sliding in and out of your wet, glistening folds.

Your voice grows louder, your pleas more insistent, and he can't help but imagine that it's his name you're calling out. The guilt is there, a heavy weight pressing down on him, but it's buried beneath the heat that's building in his loins. His hand drifts to the bulge in his pants, squeezing it lightly, feeling the pulse of his blood as his erection grows stronger.

With a sudden jolt, you arch off the bed, your hand stilling for a moment before it starts to move again, slower, more deliberately. Yeosang can see your toes curl and your knuckles white as you grip the sheets. He's never seen someone come so close, so real, so… accessible. His hand starts to move with yours, matching your rhythm, his own body craving the same release you seem so close to reaching.

Then…you lost it.

“Ugh, fuck-!” You whined, almost feeling like tears were about to fall down your cheeks because you couldn’t cum. He had to jump in. He had to help you. Without thinking, Yeosang pushed the door open, the wood squeaking against the frame. You jolted, your eyes flying open and locking onto him.

Your cheeks were red with arousal and embarrassment, but you didn’t try to stop. You just lay there, panting, staring at him with a mix of shock and need. He stepped into the room, his hand still on the doorknob, his eyes never leaving yours.

“W-What are you doing?” You stammered, trying to sit up.

Yeosang licked his lips, his voice low and gruff with desire. “I want to help you finish.”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy. You didn’t protest, didn’t even seem surprised. Instead, you let yourself sink back into the mattress, your hand dropping away from your pussy. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in.

He stepped closer to the bed, his breathing ragged. He kicked his shoes off, not wanting to disturb the moment with the sound of them hitting the floor. He could feel the tension in the room, the charged air crackling with unspoken desires.

He climbed onto the bed, his knees brushing against yours. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with lust. He took the dildo from your hand, your juices glistening on the shaft. He leaned down and kissed you, hard and hungry, tasting your surprise on your lips.

Your hands flew to his shirt, pulling at the fabric as you kissed him back with equal fervor. They broke apart for a moment, panting, staring at each other. Then you reached down and grabbed the dildo from his hand, your movements frantic.

“Use it on me,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

“Clearly it’s not working,” Yeosang kisses down your body until his lips are in front of your clit. He sets the dildo aside, using his fingers as a replacement. He teases your entrance, circling the wetness before finally pushing one in. You gasp, your back arching. He watches your face intently, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Your eyes roll back and a moan slips through your teeth. He moves his thumb to your clit and begins to rub it in tight circles, feeling your pussy clench around his finger. You grab the pillow beside you, your nails digging into it as you hold on tight. He can see the tension coiling in your stomach, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your breath.

“Yes, just like that,” you whisper, your voice shaky. He picks up his pace, his finger moving in a steady rhythm against your clit. He adds another finger, then another, stretching you open and filling you up. Your moans become louder, echoing through the room. He’s never been so turned on in his life, watching you like this—so vulnerable, so desperate for release.

Your legs start to shake, and he knows you’re close. He leans down and takes your clit into his mouth, sucking gently while his fingers continue their dance inside you. You buck your hips, your muscles tightening around him. The smell of your arousal is intoxicating, making his cock throb painfully against his pants. He’s dying to be inside your, but he needs to make sure you’re ready first.

“Y-Yeosang,” you gasp, failing to stay still. “I-It feels so good-!”

Your voice is music to his ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure that fuels his own arousal. He slides his hand up your body, feeling your soft, trembling skin, and grips one of your breasts. He pinches the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp moan. He’s never seen you like this, so exposed and needy, and it’s driving him wild.

Your hips buck against his hand, your breath coming in ragged pants. He knows you’re close, so close. He sucks harder on your clit, feeling it swell under his tongue. You’re so wet now, your juices coating his face, making a mess of the pristine white pillow beneath you. But he doesn’t care. All that matters is your pleasure, the way your body responds to his touch.

And then it happens. Your body seizes, your legs wrapping around his head as you cry out. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, pulsing around them as you ride out the most intense orgasm of your life. He laps up your nectar greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, savoring the taste of your sweet release.

As your cries die down, Yeosang pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks up at you, your eyes glazed over and a lazy smile playing on your lips. You’re beautiful, more beautiful than he’s ever seen you, and he’s filled with a strange sense of pride that he could give you that.

“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching for him. He takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your fingertips gently.

“My pleasure,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

But the moment isn’t over. Far from it. Your hand snakes down to his pants, your eyes still locked on his, and you unzip him with surprising urgency. Yeosang’s breath hitches as your hand wraps around his shaft, stroking him firmly. You seem to know just what he needs, and it’s as if they’ve shared this secret language of desire for years.

He stands, his pants pooling around his ankles, and you sit up, your hand never leaving him. They kiss again, tongues dancing, tasting each other’s desperation. You guide him to lie down next to you, their bodies pressing together, the heat of your skin burning through his shirt. Your hand continues to stroke him, the wetness from your fingers now mixing with his pre-cum.

He can’t hold back any longer. He reaches for you, pulling you on top of him, their bodies aligning perfectly. You straddle him, your wetness coating his erection as you lower yourself down. He groans into your mouth, feeling your tightness envelop him, inch by inch.

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly as you press your forehead against his. He wraps his arm around your back, the other hand sliding down to cup your ass, urging you to take him deeper. The sensation of your warm, velvety walls surrounding him is almost too much to bear. Yeosang’s hips buck up, driving him further inside you, and you gasp, your nails digging into his chest.

“Oh my god,” you close your eyes, throwing your head back. Yeosang watches you, his own passion threatening to spill over. Your breasts bounce with each bounce of your hips, your face a portrait of pure ecstasy. He’s never felt so alive, so connected to someone. Your walls pulse around him, milking him, urging him closer to his own release.

Your movements become more erratic, your moans more desperate. He feels your inner muscles tighten around him, a clear sign you’re approaching your climax. He thrusts upward, meeting you halfway, the slap of their bodies filling the air. The room is a cocoon of desire, the only sounds are their heavy breaths and the wet, sticky noises of their lovemaking.

Your hand slides down your body, finding your clit again. You rub it in a frenzied motion, your eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation. Yeosang’s grip on your hips tightens as he feels your pussy clench around him. He’s close, so close, but he’s determined to wait for you, to watch you fall apart in his arms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you curse. It was so overwhelming and he caught this, smiling and pulling your face back down.

“Yeah baby,” he groans. “Ride me baby, cum for me.” His voice is deep and guttural, the sound of a man lost in the throes of passion. You move faster, your breasts bobbing with the motion, your eyes locked onto his. The sight of you, your body writhing with pleasure, your face a mask of ecstasy sends him over the edge.

“Good girl, baby,” Both of his hands are on your hips now, forcing you to keep moving your hips. “Such a whore for me, huh? I bet you were playing with your pussy loud like that so I’d hear when I got back, right? You wanted me to come in, hm?” He says, his voice low and taunting. You gasp, feeling the sting of his words and the pleasure of his thrusts mixing, sending waves of heat through your body.

Your orgasm crashes down on you, more intense than any you’ve ever felt. You convulse around him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you scream out his name. Yeosang grunts, his own release building. He’s so close, the pressure in his balls is unbearable.

“S-Sangie~,” you try to hide your face due to embarrassment. “T-Too much—”

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Take it like the whore you are,” Yeosang murmurs, his voice thick with lust. Hearing him degrade you like this made you feel embarrassed. Embarrassed to say it turned you on.

“You like it when I talk to you like this?” he whispers. You nod, your cheeks flaming red. Yeosang's grip tightens, his strokes becoming more deliberate. You feel like you're going to shatter into a million pieces, your body trembling with each thrust. Your nails scratch his shoulders, leaving marks that will surely be visible tomorrow.

“Y-Yes,” you stammer, your voice barely audible.

“You're so fucking wet for me,” he says, his voice a gruff growl. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? Make you cum again?”

Your response is a whimper, a sound that's half pleasure and half agreement. He feels your walls clench around him, your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. He matches your rhythm, his hips moving in perfect sync with yours. The room is a blur of sensations—the feel of your skin against his, the sound of their bodies colliding, the scent of their desire.

“I'm going to cum inside you, baby,” he says, his voice strained. You nod again, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Do it, do it now!” you beg, your eyes wide with lust.

With one final, powerful thrust, Yeosang releases. He feels the warmth of his cum floods your, filling you to the brim. You cry out, your body spasming around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a storm. He holds you tight, their bodies joined as one, the world around them forgotten.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent. Then, Yeosang pulls out, watching as his cum slips from your pussy, painting your thighs. He leans over, kissing you gently, his hand caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” you start, your voice filled with regret.

He places a finger over your lips. “Shh, it’s okay. I liked it too.”

The room is silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. Yeosang pulls you closer, wrapping you in his arms, feeling your heart pound against his chest. He’s never felt so alive, so alive with lust and love. He’s crossed a line, but there’s no going back now. This is their new reality, and he’s not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but all he knows is that he doesn’t want to let go of this feeling.

They lay there, entangled in each other's arms, the aftermath of their passion hanging in the air. The guilt is still there, lurking in the shadows, but for now, it's overpowered by the warmth and closeness they share.

As they catch their breaths, Yeosang’s mind races. What does this mean for them? Will this be a one-time thing, or will they continue down this new, forbidden path? The thought sends a thrill down his spine, and he knows that no matter what happens, their relationship will never be the same again.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” you whisper, your voice filled with both pleasure and fear.

“I know,” he says, his voice gentle. “But I don’t regret it.”

Your eyes search his, looking for reassurance, for understanding. And in that moment, he knows that he feels the same way. They’ve crossed a line, but for now, all they can do is bask in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

Their eyes lock, and for the first time in a long time, Yeosang feels a connection with someone that goes beyond friendship, beyond roommates. This is something more, something primal and unspoken. And as they lay there, their bodies still entwined, the weight of their secret pressing down on them, he knows that nothing will ever be the same again.

The tension in the room is palpable, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. They’re on the precipice of a new chapter in their lives, one that’s filled with passion and potential heartache. But for now, all they can do is hold onto each other and wait for the dust to settle, to see what the future holds for their unconventional relationship.

[starlight727]

A little gift (part 2, no one asked for it but screw it)

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Author's note: Made a part 2 cause I'm not done with my idea, I still have something else related to the story that I wanna show you (if you're interested, of course) Also, thank you for the wonderful comments in the first part, I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this next part as much as the last one. Now, on with the show!

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here)

Part 3 (coming soon)

A lot has happened since you got that hat: Elder Faerie died trying to buy you some time, and White Lily became the new guardian of the Seal, which made Shadow Milk Cookie changed the performance... into a quiz show! You were jumping up and down excitedly since you were eager to answer his questions (maybe that way he'll notice you for sure!). You sat down and took a deep breath before the quiz started, everyone else was standing up and steeling themselves, ready for any tricks he might pull on them. Everyone was feeling on edge after all of the recent events, and they felt very concerned and confused about the way you reacted to everything: You barely showed worry when Shadow Milk Cookie turned the whole kingdom into his personal circus, you showed remorse when Elder Faerie died but moved on quickly as soon as Shadow Milk started talking again, and now you're excited about a deadly quiz show, what the heck was wrong with you? Everyone turned to the stage when they heard Shadow Milk speak, but Wizard's gaze lingered a bit, he was gonna find out what was making you feel this way.

"Now, for the first question! Out of these False Heroes, which one is only half a Cookie? Choose your answer carefully and don't forget: time is ticking!" started Shadow Milk, as he pulled out five poorly-drawn cardboard cutouts of the Ancients, it made you giggle a bit seeing those goofy cutouts. Wizard Cookie was keeping an eye on you as you sat there, thinking.

"Half a Cookie? Isn't that... White Lily Cookie?" you pondered whether you should give your answer or not because you didn't want to put your friends in danger if you got it wrong (and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him). Suddenly, you hear someone else answer.

"None of them!" yelled out Gingerbrave proudly, thinking he beat Shadow Milk at his own game.

"...oh crumbs." you thought to yourself.

"WRONG!!! Let the punishment ensue! Now... Who wants to be crumbled first?" announced Shadow Milk so loudly that it startled you. You gasped in fear of what might happen to you and your friends, and Gingerbrave (that dummy was gonna get you all crumbled!!).

"The right answer is... All of them" Pure Vanilla spoke up before anything else could happen. Thankfully, that was the answer he was looking for, so you sighed in relief, gave Gingerbrave a glare and moved on to the next question. Wizard noticed you do this, he was taking note of any changes in behavior you exhibited.

"Out of these three Cookies... Who is the biggest liar? Remember, your time is running out! So don't think for too long!" said Shadow Milk as he took out Pure Vanilla's and White Lily's cardboard cutouts and an amazingly detailed cutout of himself (you could tell how much he loved himself by the amount of effort he put into it compared to the others, it made you chuckle a bit).

"Ooh, a trick question! Ok, it can't be Shadow Milk because that would be too obvious, it might be White Lily because she lied about her being Dark Enchantress, but... how is Pure Vanilla a liar?" you thought to yourself as you wondered why Pure Vanilla was part of the choices, until you heard someone speak up.

"This is easy! It's Shadow Milk Cookie, who else!" said Wizard Cookie, so sure of his answer that he doesn't even realize that it's too easy! You started sweating and fidgeting your non-existent fingers until you heard a third Cookie speak.

"Oh no, that's... too easy..." commented Strawberry Cookie, at least someone had common sense. You got lost in your thoughts, thinking about the horrible punishment Shadow Milk had prepared for all of you!

"Well then, are you ready? What's your answer?" speak of the devil, Shadow Milk came back to hear your team's final answer.

"Come on, just repeat after me! 'Shadow...'" started Wizard Cookie, you were sooo gonna strangle him and Gingerbrave after you're done here cause like... DO THEY HAVE DEATH WISHES OR SOMETHING?!

"The biggest liar is... me, Pure Vanilla Cookie." his voice snapped you out of your silent frenzy, what was he doing?? Surely he had a good reason to call himself a liar now more than ever. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, that was the right answer (tho you didn't like the implications of it), another breath of relief is taken, then you give Wizard a glare, and prepare yourself for the next question.

...No, you know what? You were so angry at Wizard Cookie that, in a fit of rage, you took your hat from your head and threw it at him. Oh no!! What have you done?! You tried to apologize, but Wizard, who's been holding you suspect for having strange behavior concerning the Beast of Deceit, took it and came to the conclusion that maybe it was that stupid hat that was doing something to you, so the best course of action was to get rid of it entirely by turning it into ashes via a lightning bolt he casted on it after placing it down on the ground.

"NO!!!" you shouted as you ran to the place where your hat used to be, now turned into a pile of ash and dust. You picked up the ashes from the ground, hands trembling and tears building up in your eyes, your breath shaking and your voice breaking as you squeaked out your response.

"WHY?! Why did you do that??" you exclaimed as you threw ash at Wizard Cookie, who blocked your attack from his face but still coughed from the smell of it in the air.

"It was for your own good, that hat was controlling you, couldn't you see that?!" said Wizard Cookie in an unpleasant angry tone that even he wasn't proud of. He sighed in a tired manner and continued.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did, but you have to understand that these are dire circumstances we're facing, so we need you to come to your senses so we can finish this and leave as soon as possible, alright?" he said with a softer tone to try to make you feel better. All you could do was get up, wipe away your angry tears and look away.

"Fine." you said, holding back more tears from flowing on your cheeks. Your face was red from the surge of emotions, so you took a few deep breaths to calm down.

But privacy isn't a thing for Shadow Milk Cookie, he saw and heard everything. There was steam coming from his head, his slit eyes were so small that they looked like toothpicks, his face might turn into a different color because of how furious he was! How dare that shorty ruin your perfect gift, he worked so hard to get it to you, and now it was nothing but a pile of cinder. He swore that he would exact his revenge on that so-called wizard and his friends, a devious grin grew on his face as he remembered his final question for them.

"Don't you worry, my little star, your darling jester will take care of this." declared Shadow Milk in his head, as he prepared everything for the last question... and final showdown.

[concreteangel92]

Do you write angst? Could you write something? You decide 😊

The One Who Never Was

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Warnings: Noah being a complete and utter fuck boy, talks of sex but nothing detailed, breakups, playing with someone’s feelings, gaslighting, love bombing, mental and emotional abuse, depression, co-dependency, unhealthy relationships, fwb, situationship, no happy ending in this story, drinking, self destructive behaviour, let me know if I’ve missed something!

Noah is not a nice person in this fic, if that is going to bother you then please don’t read. I did also picture long haired Noah when I was writing this.

I hope you all enjoy (if that’s the right word for a story like this ahaha) and I’m hoping to get back into my writing this week as I’m not back at work until Saturday (if I’m well enough) and this is the first time in about 6 weeks that I’ve been able to rest and do nothing so I’ll try and be productive with it

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @Ima1986 (never lets me tag you properly for some reason?)

“Hey fancy meeting up today? Feels like it’s been ages”

You nervously sat there waiting for Noah’s response, in your mind already knowing the answer.

You and Noah had been in this ‘situationship’ for a year now, you’d started off as just friends and then one night, it had all changed.

You’d not long been out of a bad relationship when Noah first text you and asked if you wanted to hang out, you knew what he wanted and at first you thought it was a good idea, help you move on from the last dickhead that you’d been with.

“Best way to get over a man is to get under one”

So you went.

After that night, Noah then wanted to date you, he’d asked to take you out for a meal but you’d politely declined as you wanted to stay single longer so you could heal but you spoke about being friends with benefits with him instead, something he was completely up for. Looking back, you had no idea of everything that was about to happen.

•••••

You were sitting on Noah’s sofa, a film was on in the background and Noah was cooking you both dinner.

“What do you think of this?”

Noah had walked back into the living room with his hand under a spoon, you wrapped your lips around it to taste his home made sauce for the chicken he was cooking.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing! Since when did you cook?”

He gave you a big smile and a cheeky wink as he replied “I’ve always loved cooking, it’s even better when I have someone to cook for”

You’d both be curled up on the sofa, eating his amazing food before you’d spend the rest of the night together in his bed.

Noah had this power of making you blush with every word he said, he always made you feel like you were the only woman in the world.

“You’re like no woman I’ve ever been with”

He’d text you first always, told you how he felt about you and that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Oh shut up!”

“I’m serious, I don’t know how I’ve got so lucky to be with someone as gorgeous as you”

The fact he’d accepted the friends with benefits over an actual date made you feel he would wait for you, that he completely understood that you needed time.

And let’s talk about the sex. The sex was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, he was such a pleasure dom, making sure you were completely satisfied again and again and again.

No man has ever made you feel the things that he did, he was willing to do everything with you.

“Whatever you want to to try, I’m down for it, even the weird shit”

“Weird shit? 😂”

“Any kinks you might not have tried because others think they are weird, I’ll do it all for you”

Noah always held you until you feel asleep, you fighting it, not wanting the night to end.

“Shhh, I’m here”

His fingers would gently caress your cheek while your eyes became heavy, feeling so warm and content in his arms

You’d wish you had longer, knowing that by morning, you’d both be going about your day and then never knowing when you’d see him again due to your schedules.

At some point, during the long into night deep chats, the dinner dates, the small details that Noah always remembered and done, you fell for him.

��•••••

“Sorry I can’t today, busy in the studio”

That was it, it was so cold and blunt, there was no warmth in his messages anymore. Not that your heart allowed you to fully see it.

You felt the tears prick at the corner of your eyes as your heart became heavy and you felt the sinking feeling in your gut.

All of your friends have told you to leave him, that he’s making his feelings clear but every time you have tried to pull away, Noah always had the right words to say or a good excuse for his actions.

So you stayed.

And here you were, a shell of the person you used to be, when you first started this with Noah, you had such a spark in your eyes and you felt so happy.

Now, happiness with him was like a drug, he was like a drug. You knew he was bad for you, you knew he was killing you. But you couldn’t stop.

You stared at the screen, almost like your will alone could change the words. You scrolled up and saw it was much the same.

“Hey you about today?” “Sorry I’m working today”

“Fancy some dinner later?” “Maybe. I’ll text you in a bit”

Unless he messaged you…

“Hey baby, you free today? I miss you”

“Yeah I’m free, what do you fancy?”

“You 😏”

“Cheeky haha no seriously, what do you want to do?”

“Come to mine and hang out?”

You knew every time that it would lead to sex, you prayed it would, so you never said no to him.

You convinced yourself that he loved you as much as you loved him. Over the last year, you’d never felt anything like it before.

The only way you could describe it was that whenever you were with him, your soul felt at home. It didn’t matter what you were doing, you could be doing nothing and you were so contented to be around him.

You were always laughing together, you fitted together physically and just overall seemed like each other’s perfect partner.

You saw him for who he was, not this big rock star. You knew the rumours about him but you saw another side to him, a side he wouldn’t let many see. You knew he loved you deep down. Noah just struggled to show it because of his past.

You knew you shouldn’t make excuses for him, what’s the age old saying?

If a man truly wants to be with you then they won’t let a single thing come in between you.

And Noah gave you excuses most of the time, would take hours to reply and then blame it on work. You knew that wasn’t always true but you just accepted the behaviour because you’d fallen in love with him.

You’d fallen in love with the man who made you laugh until your belly hurt, who looked at you like you were the only other person in existence. Noah had recently said that he loved you back for the first time.

••••••

2 weeks ago, the last time you saw him in person.

You’d gone out for a few drinks with your friends and knew Noah was out already so you gave him the invite, not actually expecting him to show up in all honesty.

So when you arrived at the bar so see Noah stood there with your favourite drink next to his, your heart swelled within your chest.

The smile he gave you matched your own, his hug was so warm and for a moment, you felt like the whole world had stopped.

You sat down with your friends, both next to each other and clearly not paying attention to anything else around you other than each other.

In the words that your friend text you later….“A bomb could have gone off in that bar and neither of you two would have known, you couldn’t take your eyes off each other”

You both laughed and chatted all night, it only when you were outside getting some air that you decided to be honest.

“I love you Noah, I know you won’t say it back because you’re scared but I love you”

Noah stood and stared at you for a moment before he smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too, always have”

The feeling in that moment was indescribable, the man you truly believed you were meant to be with had finally said those words back. He had finally admitted his true feelings.

The rest of the night you felt like you were walking on a cloud, you knew now that everything was going to be ok. All the heartache and loneliness before Noah had lead you up to this moment. To know it was all worth it.

You couldn’t stop smiling all night, even after he’d said that he needed to go, you gave him a big kiss and a hug and said that you couldn’t wait to see him again and finally start dating properly and have a relationship.

For Noah to ghost for you about a week, every message you sent was left unread, all the phone calls ignored.

Every time you felt your heart shatter, how could he do this? Surely not after he’d admitted he loved you? Who can do that?

Your friends were adamant that he was playing you and that you needed to block him.

You sat and cried your heart out, you drank your pain away and tried to find the answers at the bottom of a bottle, you’d do anything to numb the pain that you were feeling.

The feeling of having your whole future ripped away after just being given to you was soul destroying. You have hardly slept, hardly eaten. The weight was falling off your body as the days had turned into weeks.

It was only a few days ago that you’d finally had a response from him.

“Sorry been so busy with work, hope you’re ok”

But when you tried to arrange to see him, you got all the excuses once again. The never ending story of this game of cat and mouse.

You’d even confronted him about his behaviour.

“How could you tell me that you loved me to then ghost me? Who does that?”

“I wasn’t lying to you, I honestly have been busy, I can’t just drop everything for you”

You knew it was wrong, but you still wanted him, you craved him.

••••••

Sipping on the vodka in your glass was the only comfort for you at this moment. You’d text your best friend but of course just had the same old reply.

“Just block him, he’s made his feelings clear, he’s making a complete fool out of you”

You decided enough was enough, you’d walk over to his and see him in person, you couldn’t take this uncertainty anymore.

Walking to Noah’s was almost like a dream, but not the good kind, the feeling of dread was making you feel sick with every step, especially by the time you were outside his front door.

Taking a deep breath, you rung the doorbell, every nerve in your body on edge in preparation for the confrontation you knew was coming.

After a moment, you heard the sound of footsteps before the door swung open to reveal Noah’s tall frame.

“What are you doing here?”

You were sure you looked awful, dark circles around your puffy eyes, hair a mess.

“I needed to speak to you, can I please come in?”

Noah looked annoyed but stepped aside so you could enter.

“I haven’t got long, I’m going out soon”

Your chest became tighter at his words, the excuses already starting.

“Then just be honest with me Noah. What the fuck am I to you?”

He looked slightly shocked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re my friend y/n, I care a lot for you, you know that”

You couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“Do I? You told me you loved me and then ghosted me! No one is this fucking busy Noah! I’m tired of the games, I want you to be honest with me!”

The tears had already started, leaving a warm trail down your cheeks as you spoke.

Noah seemed to look anywhere but you, not able to meet your eyes as he answered.

“We have already been through this, I’ve just been busy”

“So you keep saying. May I remind you Noah that you originally chased me! You were the one who wanted to date, you were the one texting me and doing everything you could to make me fall for you! And now what? You just can’t be bothered anymore and don’t have the balls to tell me? You scared you’ll lose your booty call if you do?”

The last year was finally catching up with you, all the games and played feelings were coming to the surface, something you could clearly see was bothering Noah.

“Or are you too scared to actually commit because you’re frightened of getting hurt?”

“Are you for real? I’m not scared of anything!”

“Then why?!”

Noah throw his hands up in frustration and paced around.

“Because I don’t want to be with you! It’s that simple! You’re not the only girl I can have or have had! You’re a joke, you’re treating me like I’m your fucking boyfriend and I’m not, we were never dating!”

You stood in shock, how could he say that, although you never had an actual label, you’d been a couple in every way but the title and he knew that, he even wanted the two of you to be ‘exclusive to each other’.

But now it was starting to make sense, why he wouldn’t take it further.

“So you made me feel like I was the only woman for you, why? You told me that you loved me, said you wanted to be with me. Fucking hell, we even sat and told each other about all the dark shit in our pasts! You once said to me that I was the one person you never wanted to hurt!”

Noah’s face had become hard, a sign that he was shutting down from the conversation.

“And I didn’t. I’m not your boyfriend, I never have been and never will be. You’re making this all up in your head and you’re acting crazy. I’d like you to leave right now”

Your body was shaking and the tears wouldn’t stop falling as you stared at him. Your voice came out as barely a whisper.

“Where’s my Noah gone? My Noah would never have done any of this?”

Instead of answering, Noah simply opened the door, void of all emotion on his face. You stood in complete disbelief before you admitted defeat, your pride had already been shattered and you couldn’t take anymore.

You ran out of the door and kept running down his driveway. You collapsed at the corner of his road, the tears never stopping as your crying pulled your breath from your lungs.

You pulled out your phone and found Noah’s chat, the sinking feeling you had was confirmed when you’d tried to call but realised you’d been blocked.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it, your Noah, the man who made you feel so special and loved could never do this. Where was he?

•••••

The days turned into weeks, turned into months and the heartache never stopped.

Noah had ripped out your heart and broken you as a person. Your friend’s were always concerned for your mental state as you tried to navigate a life without him without any closure.

You didn’t see him again, unless it was online, but you knew he was just fine. Every time you saw his photo, he looked so happy and care free, he was living his dream, the band was starting to go viral and you knew this was only the beginning.

The rumours of who he was dating of course started to spread, each one like a knife to your heart.

You never got the closure your mind needed, you had to move on with no answers. Trying to piece yourself back together.

It was the hardest break up you’d ever gone through, and although others may say “well you weren’t actually together”

That was worse, he was the man you had completely fallen in love with, who never truly loved you back but made you feel like he did.

Noah was the one who never was.

[ahyperactivehero]

Please please please a drabble I've been in a constant state of panic. Maybe a fluff fic of Edwin and Charles at an amusement park or carnival? ❤️

sorry this leaned somewhere between fluff and... sad? not really, but there is a touch of it, which i feel like sort of fits with the day everyone has had.

much love to you, @edwinspaynes and thank you for the prompt <3 <3 <3

(i took drabble prompts during election night and am currently getting them out. everyone, please stay safe my loves <3)

Drabble 3

May, 1990

Charles hadn’t realized how much his enjoyment of carnivals or amusement parks depended on the types of foods he could eat until he couldn’t enjoy them.

He’d practically begged Edwin to come with him, but now that he was here, he wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t play any of the games– the person manning the booth couldn’t see him. He couldn’t eat any of the food– it would pass right through him and it’s not like he could taste it anyways.

So what was there left to do? He eyed all of the rides nearby, but quickly ruled them out one by one. He might have convinced Edwin to come with him, but he couldn’t picture him on any of the rides.

He sighed and kicked at the dirt. He didn’t even know why he was making a big deal about any of this. It’s not like it really mattered. Not when he was alive and certainly not now that he was dead.

“Do you–” Edwin started and then trailed off. “Is there a ride you would like to go on?” He looked around, his eyes landing on a group of teens walking by and followed them as they passed through them. He did that sometimes, his attention getting caught on something and just running away until something brought it back.

“Nah, mate,” he said with a forced smile he hoped Edwin couldn’t see through. “S’not really that important.”

Edwin furrowed his brows, that very distinct line appearing between them. “But you were excited?” he said, his voice tipping into a question.

“Not really,” Charles lied. “Just thought it might be cool to check out.”

That same confused look stayed on Edwin’s face. “But I–” he cut himself off and fixed his bowtie, which was already very much in place. “Very well.”

He smiled again and bumped his shoulder, completely content to head to the Hall of Mirrors and leave. Edwin, it seemed, had other plans.

“If you did want to ride something, however, need I remind you that any and all rides are open to us,” he said, waving his hands in a way that gestured to the rides around them. “It is not like ghosts need wait.”

“Wouldn’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do,” he said with a shake of his head.

That line only seemed to deepen. “What makes you think that?” he asked. “Besides, aren’t we here because…”

Charles frowned and tilted his head. “Here ‘cause what?” 

Edwin cleared his throat. “Well, it is your birthday, is it not?”

Blood that no longer existed seemed to freeze in him as he stared at Edwin. “What?” he asked, his throat locking up.

Thin, nimble fingers darted up and down Edwin’s coat before settling into fists against each other. Nervous, flighty energy rolled off of him in waves, nearly strong enough to make Charles sick.

“Perhaps I was mistaken,” Edwin said. “I– well, I just thought.”

Charles thought back to the last time he had looked at a calendar. It was hard to keep track of what day it was when you never needed to sleep. Or had any sort of usual schedule. Or real purpose in this afterlife.

Not that he didn’t think hanging out with Edwin was brills, because it was. And he definitely rather be doing absolutely fuck-all with him than moving on, but that didn’t mean some things weren’t hard.

“No,” he said after calculating it in his head. “You were right.” 

This would be the first birthday since his death. The first one that he’d celebrate without a word from his mum or dad. Not that he was exactly keen to hear from his dad, but it was the principle of the thing, wasn’t it?

“So,” Edwin said, looking over to one of the spinning rides. “Do you want to ride?”

“Nah,” he said again. He turned away, already planning his route back to the closest mirror when Edwin piped up.

“What if I did?” he asked.

He nearly tipped over from stopping so fast. Charles turned, looking at Edwin with unchecked disbelief on his face. “You wanna ride?” he asked, unable to stop himself from looking Edwin up and down. Had anyone ever rode an amusement park ride with a bowtie on before?

That strange, calculating look came over Edwin’s face. The same one he got when something had especially sparked his interest. Last week it had been one of Charles’s favorite songs; even though Edwin had claimed to dislike it because it was just ‘noise.’

That hadn’t stopped him from catching Edwin humming it under his breath later that afternoon.

“I must admit I am rather interested in them,” he said, glancing at Charles from the corner of his eye. “It seems as though everyone is enjoying them, but I find myself unable to understand why.”

Ah, so that was it. Edwin always did love a question.

“Bit of fun, innit?” Charles said. “Kinda like riding a horse or a bike or skateboard.”

Edwin nodded. “I do like horses, although I fear I am not sure what a skateboard is.”

Right. Should have guessed that.

“So you really wanna go?” Charles asked. Even he could hear how desperate he was for Edwin to say yes.

Because Edwin would say yes, if Charles asked. That was something he’d found out rather quickly about the boy. No matter what it was, he almost always agreed to try something, even if he was sure he’d hate it. How long he was committed to trying tended to depend on the action.

But Charles didn’t want to have to ask. He knew it wasn’t fair, but he wanted someone who wanted to willingly do what he wanted to do, even if that was as simple as riding the whirling ride in front of them.

“I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t want to,” Edwin said, and Charles was sure that was the case.

“Right!” Charles said. He clapped his hands together and shuffled Edwin towards the ride. “Let’s go then!”

Thankfully there seemed to be one empty as they approached. Otherwise, Charles shuddered, they might have had to sit in a seat where someone else was sitting. Which was fine, but definitely not the best experience– for ghosts or living people. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to people being able to walk through him.

“So, you hold on right here,” Charles said, pulling the bar down across both of their laps. “And then you lean right or left and it helps spin you faster.”

Edwin’s lip jutted out in thought. “And we want that?” he asked.

“Yeah we want that!” Charles said, feeling more and more pumped. “It’s what makes it fun.”

Edwin nodded, agreeing to try it.

Once the ride started it quickly became obvious that they wouldn’t need to lean. Since there was supposed to be no one inside, the ride moved crazily– around and around until Charles was sure he’d be sick. 

“Ghosts cannot get sick,” Edwin said, as they climbed off the ride. His green tinged face spoke otherwise.

“Anything else you wanna try?” Charles asked, glancing at the other rides.

Edwin did the same. “I picked this one. You pick the next,” he said. 

And Charles didn’t point out that actually Charles had picked that ride. It didn’t seem to be worth mentioning. 

He picked three more rides, each one turning their stomachs more and more until Edwin finally waved off. “I think I need to sit,” he said, all but collapsing onto a bench outside one of the lines. 

Charles nodded and sat next to him. Who knew vertigo could affect ghosts?

“Gotta be like a rule book somewhere to this all, right?” Charles asked, seemingly out of the blue.

Edwin pulled his head up from between his knees to look at him. “Amusement park rides?” he asked.

“Ghost rules, I mean,” he said. “Like, who knew we could get sick?”

“We cannot,” Edwin said, although his head was back between his legs, so who really knew what was true anymore.

“Just saying. Seems like it would be useful,” he said.

Edwin bobbed his head slightly. “Maybe you should write it,” he said.

Charles laughed, far more loud and boisterous than he had intended. “Me? Write a book? Oh that’s rich.”

Edwin looked at him. “I don’t see why not. You’re intelligent, you love to question me when I tell you something about ‘ghosts rules’ as you so call them. I think you’d be perfect for it.”

That was just ridiculous. “If anyone should, it’s you, mate. I’ve seen the way you read, and you’re always writing in that notebook of yours. You’re already halfway to writing the book!”

A small, genuine smile touched Edwin’s lips. It was rare for Charles to see, something that he could usually only coax out of him at the most unexpected moments. He’d love to know how to get more of them, how to be the one to always make him smile, but he’d settle for what he had gotten so far.

“I think I have a different career in mind,” he said. 

This was the first Charles had heard of this. Who had ever heard of a ghost with a career before?

“What is it, mate? Gonna be a full time scarer at a haunted house?” he asked, elbowing him.

That smile again. “No,” he said. “I’m thinking about being a detective.”

Well, Charles thought, that was probably the best idea either one of them had had yet.

[betweensnores]

Dissonance

A/N: My first post! I wanted to create an MC-centric drabble about her emotions after the incident and also the what ifs of her being able to remember bits of her past life, like how would it affect her now? Also this is my first fic for a while, and English is not my first language so expect errors lol TW: None that I know of, MC is grieving. Mentions of death. Unedited and posted via mobile. Might be ooc in some parts but most are canon compliant hehe

Grief embraced me coldly. It stuck with me like moth to a flame. 

The sterile scent of Akso Hospital did not help in calming my nerves. I sunk further into my seat, trying to make myself smaller as I held my patient file close to me. The only comfort that the regular Hunter checkups brought me was not about getting normal results – it was the gentle demeanor and the still, inscrutable nature of Zayne. 

I know of his fondness for me. This Zayne. And the previous one. And the one before him. And eventually, the Zayne that will come after him. 

The memories of my soul came to me in dreams after meeting the crimson-eyed man who ruled the N109 Zone. 

In a deep slumber a day after coming back to Linkon City, I saw a man donning a blue robe with intricate details. He was holding a staff. In the dream, I see his mouth was moving, but I did not understand what he was saying. I could only understand the tugging of my heartstrings as soon as I realized the face that this man has was Zayne’s. 

That was the first, and it did not stop there. Night after night, my soul showed me memories I did not make myself — rather, it was the previous me, in varying timelines. With the same men. With the same fates. The moment I understood what the dreams were was the moment my grief was solidified. 

It felt like the sky fell on me, with the clouds purposely suffocating my senses and the stars scraping the skin of my back. 

Before I could drown in my despair any longer, my name was called.

Zayne’s office did not change, save for the multiple files that never seemed to dwindle on his desk. 

“Looks like someone is keen on following the regular check-in schedule this time.” He says without looking at me, typing away at his keyboard. The results were all normal, I was told. I looked at his hands, distracted — at the old and the new scars that decorated his skin. Hands that saved countless lives and will save many more.

“I had to, it was the only sense of normalcy I have in my life at the moment.” I meant to say it to lighten up the mood, but Zayne brought his attention to me with a soft look on his face. He knew of the baggage I carried, of Grandma and Caleb, of the incident back at home and of the files Grandma left about the Aether Core. 

“I have a free hour after this, let’s have something to eat together.” He begins placing the files back into the folder. Thank you, I wanted to say. Instead, I smiled at him. It reached my eyes for the first time today. 

The air conditioning at the Association’s office beat down harshly on my skin. I wrapped the fleece blanket I brought with me to work this morning, thankful that I had not forgotten to bring it. “So,” I started, glancing sideways at my mission partner, Xavier, who sat next to me. He leaned back on the office chair, arms crossed. Any minute now I know he would fall asleep. 

“That Wanderer, can you describe it to me again?” I can finish the mission report on my own. Usually, after missions, I let him dose off while I typed away our analysis. But somehow, today, I cannot seem to gather my thoughts, the words failing to leave from the back of my mind and form coherent and decent sentences to properly convey what happened to our mission. 

I felt his eyes on me. Guilt gnawed on my chest, eating away at my nerves. My skin felt colder than before. I also know of him, of the blonde man who wanted to save those he held dear. Eyes bluest of blue. 

He took one of the takeout coffee cups, choosing to remove the lid and brought it to his lips. The air smelled of it, my senses welcoming the scent. I once again jammed the ‘backspace’ key repeatedly. I did not notice I was typing gibberish. 

I hear him re-tell his observations to me, ever so calm and collected, in a voice that belonged to a prince. My soul’s memories showed me of a star tassel, of a distant planet, his home, and a queen who awaited for his return.

I see him reach to me in my peripheral vision, and my body involuntary jolts just before his fingers touched my shoulder. “Your blanket fell off. I was going to fix it for you. Sorry.” He huffed out a small laugh, amused at my reaction. It was a pleasant sound. 

His newest art stood tall against the light of the sunset. His studio gave the best views at this time of the day. 

Rafayel, who was sifting through his brushes, looked up to see me come through the door. He shot me a relaxed smile, a few streaks of paint graced his skin beautifully. 

“Hi,” I say, placing my bag down as I approached him. “Just checking in on you, don’t want Thomas to blow up my phone if I don’t give him an update today.” I managed to chuckle. “He wants me to take a photo of you as proof of life.” 

He grinned at that statement, standing up to his full height. “Well, let’s not keep him waiting then.”

My smile did not leave my face, shaking my head as I pulled out my phone to take a quick photo. I see him pose through my phone’s camera. He is captivating. I sent it to Thomas, feeling Rafayel look over my shoulder to see. 

“Done.” I looked up to see him already gazing at me, my breath caught in my throat at the closeness. I felt my ears getting hot. I hope he doesn’t notice, I think. But nothing gets past him — He let out a small, silent laugh. His massive studio suddenly feels cramped.

“I ordered some donuts for a change, that famous bakery launched new flavors today.” Thankful for the diversion, I followed him to the kitchen. 

“Help me eat them, Miss Bodyguard.” Two boxes lay on the pristine countertop. I hear him talk more as I help prepare our refreshments. 

His was a story of a being stripped of his divinity. I knew of the complex emotions he felt towards me. The memories in my dreams showed me, albeit doing nothing but hurt and remind me of my mortality. If I was him, I would feel that way too. Maybe even think of leaving it all behind and start anew with somebody else.

I feel the same guilt from earlier today while I listen to him. Every lilt of his voice, every syllable he spoke — He’s happy I came by today, I thought to myself. I sat down. We talked about our day, his new collaboration with a famous brand, my discoveries during my mission, the upcoming Linkon City events, and more. 

During the lull in our conversation, I absentmindedly fiddle with Caleb’s necklace. I began carrying it with me shortly after the incident, wanting to keep a part of them with me at all times. The material was cold on my fingertips. 

I can feel Rafayel’s watchful gaze. “You know you’re always welcome to my studio, right?” You don’t need to keep it all to yourself.

“I know.” 

The uncrowned king of N109 Zone is full of surprises. At exactly 10 PM, he appeared on my doorstep. 

I had exchanged messages with him earlier today that I would not be able to visit him. My day was long and my thoughts are plaguing me more than I care to admit. They are like flies and I, the corpse.

He made himself welcome in my home. I watched him lazily as I lounged on the couch, a half eaten biscuit lay forgotten on the coffee table after my shower. 

“You smell nice.” He jests, eyeing my damp hair and the pajamas. My eyes stared at the takeout box he was holding. I pointed at it. 

“Our dinner.” He casually says. I made space so he can sit comfortably. Our thighs are  pressed against each other. You feel warm, I wanted to tell him. It’s nice to stay like this. 

I thanked him, and indulged myself with the food that he brought. We ate in comfortable silence. I steal glances at him. He was wearing his gray sweatshirt today. He looks bewitching, his presence a hypnotizing sensation that I allow myself to get pulled into. 

“Mephisto says you cried today,” He muttered. It was out of character for him. He always spoke so surely. The head of Onychinus is a force to be reckoned with, but the man next to me is just a man with melancholic feelings. 

“Ah, the bird snitches on me.” I reply, laughing a little. He seems to choose his next words carefully. “No one can tell you how you should feel, not even me. I’m just here to remind you that you are free to come and go from the N109 Zone, you will not be hurt. I’ll make sure of it.” 

I don’t know what to make of his expression. All I know is that wherever I go — if Sylus is with me, I am safe. 

The dreams about him hasn’t come yet. I dread the moment that my soul will reveal what I was to him. What I did to him. The vision I saw when we first met was a snippet of what could have possibly happened. But the blood that has tainted my skin, is blood that my soul will carry. 

I look at him with silent gratitude. I lean over and let my forehead touch his shoulder. I fear for the worst.

[afreakingdork]

You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 20 - Finale

RotTMNT x Reader

And here we have @sheep-turtles-and-pizza with the final chapter art that pretty much encapsulates the fic, dont'cha think?

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

I want to take a moment and acknowledge what today has been like. For many of us, it has been unending hours of shock, rage, and terror. It feels weird, in a way, to post this now, but at the same time I can't help but want a bit of normalcy. I'm hoping a dash of light and hope might be a comfort and if not, I understand, but I still present the finale of the fic I've worked so hard on.

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He could do this.

With his phone alarm blaring, Mikey fought his lids.

He had to get up. If it wasn’t for this alarm, then he needed to before the next. He had been the one to set them in order of growing and grating noises, but that didn’t make it any easier. With little thought he hung there in stasis and listened to the first chime time out. There was exactly five minutes to the next, but he didn’t care to count. Instead his mind slipped and brought him closer to a dream when the second blare scared his lids up.

With the curtain drawn that meant it was time to move.

It came with liquid limbs which he threw without mercy.

They weren’t asleep so when one banged the wall, he was forced to wilt in weary pain. He brought his wrist, the wounded soldier, back home, and held it to his chest. He allowed it to rest there for the duration of the war which he traveled in leagues to the bathroom.

A splash of ice water to the face took him the rest of the way to wakefulness.

He preened after that, washing up and fixing his hair. He’d need it out of his face for the day and secured for the antics that would ensue. That meant extra fixing and Raph soon wandered in where Mikey had left the door open. The larger acknowledged the challenge his little brother was facing and brushed his teeth off to the side, giving Mikey the full span of the mirror.

Spitting became the real issue and Mikey refused to give up real estate. With Raph’s size though, there would be no victory, so Mikey took to the air. It meant the older brother ducked down to drink from the tap and Mikey got his last lock in place just before the other came up. It perched the younger brother on his older’s shoulders and they rode together to the kitchen.

Donnie was there facing the coffee pot with shut eyes as it spat and churned bean juice.

Greetings were exchanged with grunts and Mikey floated down to his feet to take up meal duty. This was his moment of zen and his favorite part of his morning routine. His mind immediately shut off and he only moved through the memorized motions.

Preheat pan.

Eggs.

Butter.

Gently melt.

Crack as needed.

Whisk.

Season.

Cook.

Mikey could make omelets in his sleep.

He might have done so once or twice if he trusted his brother’s stories.

He still wasn’t sold.

Going for a classic and simple French-style today, he dished up four of a normal size and one enormous one.

Donnie picked the crispest fold.

Leo sauntered in and grabbed the one with the most chives sprinkled atop.

Raph got the behemoth choice.

Mikey divided his portion into bites first and allowed his dad’s to cool for storage until whenever he woke.

They ate with minimal conversation that mostly related to the day.

“They’re gonna be fighting.” Leo pointed with his fork.

“How can they be fighting about the same thing, again?” Raph pressed, still chewing.

“Give me the count, D.” Leo turned to his fellow middle child.

“The visor versus sunhat debacle has played out twelve times that we know of.”

“Today is the baker’s dozen!” Leo tried to fold Mikey in with a glance.

Mikey raised his hands off the matter.

“A baker’s dozen!” Leo didn’t seem deterred and tried with a different connotation towards Raph.

“That doesn’t mean it’s a pattern!” Raph rolled his eyes.

“‘That doesn’t mean it’s a-’” Leo mocked before turning toward Donnie. “Do the stats, stats man!”

“I both relish and resent that you use me for data.” Donnie quipped and rolled his eyes over to Leo. “As little as two events establish a pattern with more solidifying.”

“They don’t keep having the same fight!” Raph cleaned his plate first.

Leo threw his hands out to Raph and sent his disgust at Donnie.

Donnie commiserated with a tip of his head.

“What’s that!?” Raph banged his plate.

Leo took his last bite and hopped to his feet. “Nothing, brodeo.”

“That ain’t nothing!” Raph frowned with his hands on his hips.

Donnie scooped his last bite and Leo stole his plate before he got it to his mouth. “Excuse you!”

“It’s too early for this!” Leo chirped and rounded past the sink without depositing his load. “Michael?”

“Not done!” Mikey had been carefully sectioning off bites to make it last.

If he kept eating then he didn’t have to move again.

He wasn’t quite awake yet which he would admit was his fault. He knew today had been coming up for a few months now, but he neglected to get his sleep schedule in line. The night before he had been nagged about his movie’s start time, but it was hard to battle the urge when he was in the mood for a particular one. His attention was fleeting enough that he usually chose to listen.

Which was something he should have been doing then because he had missed quite a bit of the current conversation while he was ruminating about his mistakes.

“Right now! You’re doing it right now!” Leo was flapping a hand at Raph.

“I do not! Donnie, tell him!”

“Two dost make a pattern…” Donnie petered off.

“Dost nothing!” Raph bumped Donnie’s chair.

“Alright, alright…” Mikey left his last quarter of his omelet and got to his feet. “How about that coffee?”

“Almost…” Donnie held up a finger and everyone paused.

The last few drips fell and the pot registered as full with a blink of a light over to a warming plate.

“Done.” Donnie spun and lifted out of his seat in a perfect rotation.

“Coffee.” Mikey reiterated and moved past to pat both Raph and Leo’s shells.

There were relenting grunts and mugs were split.

Donnie took his to-go in a thermos of his own making and departed with words of packing.

Leo sipped a mug loudly on purpose which summoned a growl from Raph.

Mikey gestured for Raph to drink.

The oldest almost did before he remembered cream and sugar and went for that.

The moment he was gone, Mikey shot Leo an irritated look.

Leo raised his hands as if he held no blame.

Mikey narrowed his eyes.

Leo tried to exaggerate his pose, but his coffee sloshed and dripped onto him. “Dang it! Come on!”

“That’s what you get.” Mikey spoke proudly.

Leo sneered and repeated the line. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway!”

“Liar, you picked it out last week.” Raph rose with an oversized mug to his lips.

“For shame! Picking on your brother like that!” Leo scoffed with his entire form.

Raph cocked his brow ridge.

Leo fled immediately with excuses on his lips about needing to get a detergent pen.

“You good?” Mikey checked on the oldest.

Raph said nothing and only gurgled with a thickened honey as he drank down his coffee.

Mikey gave the oldest’s arm a squeeze before he went in search of his phone. The object had been left behind due to its relation with alarms. It sat dutifully still plugged in and Mikey allowed unplugging to wake the screen. There were already a litany of messages from you lined and he tabbed through them lazily.

He penned replies and hobbled back to the kitchen where he’d forgotten to put dad’s omelet up. Raph had left so it was a tug of plastic wrap before it was lovingly slammed into the fridge with a sweet orange note applied. The fridge door closed and Mikey puzzled over what he had forgotten. It took a full rotation of his body to find his coffee and that it was now lukewarm. His tongue lolled out at the temperature and he dumped it.

Microwaving such things was sacrilege and Mikey instead messaged you asking about beverages.

You had a list seemingly ready for him and he smiled at it while saying you should take your pick.

Your response bubble disappeared and he could see you dropping everything to scroll the presumably tiny menu on mobile.

He could see you struggling with the page’s optimization and he shook his head.

Mikey would say he couldn’t believe how much he loved you, but that was patently wrong.

He knew the exact lengths.

He walked them one step at a time while holding your hand.

He treasured those times.

They also felt like something from a million years ago even though it had at most been a year.

Or maybe more.

Mikey wasn’t that great at dates outside of birthdays, but that was because he’d set reminders.

He should set another one and fiddled over to the calendar only to forget when he saw Piebald’s birthday coming up.

He already had a gift, but her party was one that split his attention.

You would be there too.

His best friend in the whole world.

Probably soon to be in-law with that recent geology expedition Donnie had gone on.

Rocks usually bored him to tears so the connection made sense.

You would say yes.

You would become family.

You would always be more.

You held a place in his heart that no one else dared get close to.

He had fallen in one love and then into another with you.

He was forever grateful and more so that you would always be by his side.

You responded back with your drink order and an updated file that Mikey didn’t bother opening. The last time he tried the text was so microscopic that it made a mockery of some online menu board. You would explain it to him when you met up anyway and he already knew the basics. You were overprepared and that was your normal song and dance. You would fret and he would find a way to make the day’s plans even better.

Assured, Mikey’s phone chirped with a new message and it was Leo’s final boarding call.

Realizing then that he had done nothing else to prepare, he made a literal hop, skip, and jump across the lair and back into his room. He placed himself in the dead center of it and took one deep breath before his ninpo charged. He was then off like a rocket, doing calculated slips through space to grab everything.

Comfy shorts for walking.

Cool vintage tank top he found to stay cool.

Fanny pack in a blinding color so he wouldn’t lose his belongings.

No hat because his hair was already done.

A lather of Donnie’s special sunscreen that was matched for his exact pigment.

A pair of sunglasses that he planned on losing.

He came to a halt and flicked off residual orange sparks totally ready to leave.

“How’s that for prep work!?”

The room didn’t respond.

“Exactly!” Mikey whooped and spun out of his room.

He continued to do twirls all the way until he reached the TV room where Splinter was groggily looking up at Donnie.

“There are thrill rides in New York!” His dad scoffed and flapped his hands.

“Not like these.” Donnie tried to reason with him.

Splinter made a disgruntled noise.

Mikey jumped over to him. “Omelette in the fridge, daddio!”

“Thank you, orange.” Splinter held his head up for a kiss.

Mikey obliged him. “Where’s Leo? Didn’t he say it was time to go?”

“I did.” Leo’s voice drifted in from the side. “And I perfectly timed how late you would be.”

“And didn’t bother to tell anyone else.” Donnie folded his arms.

“Pattern.” Raph grunted.

“Okay that was funny like an hour ago, but I’m over it being a whole day thing.” Leo cocked a hip.

“Another pattern!” Raph held out his arms in accusation.

“That was my point-!” Leo threw up his hands to stop himself. “Nope. Breaking the cycle!”

A beat of silence went through the room.

Raph didn’t take the bait and only looked over at Leo.

Leo shined him an honest smile.

Raph gave him a nod that said this version of apology was acceptable.

“Alright! Now that that’s over, choo-choo! Leo train is now boarding. Please line up single file. That’s hands and feet inside the line at all times. Some universal mishaps possible so try to keep within the portal’s boundary, please and thank you!” Leo moved to an open space and manifested a sword.

Donnie led the line behind him.

“Have fun wasting time with your loopsie loops! The premium entertainment is right here!” Splinter rubbed the remote against his cheek.

A few affectionate goodbyes were tossed and Mikey joined to be last in line.

“Three total stops, and here-!” Leo sliced a portal that went straight into April’s apartment.

Everyone stepped through in a continuous line as if they weren’t walking straight through miles of land and two people were added to the queue.

“We-!” The next portal cut through your apartment.

You joined in line with a wave.

“Go!” The last blue disk sent the now larger group to an amusement park’s gates. “Thank you for riding the Leo Express, we knew you had a great trip so do send over that five star review as soon as possible!”

Everyone warbled out of the rigid placement and reformed in a circle.

This was it.

Everything would devolve into that Hamato chaos from here.

Mikey smiled at the prospect.

Raph was the first to break with a barely withheld snort.

“Sing it, big guy!” April crooned.

“Don’t… you… dare…” Casey lowered her posture and prepared to launch herself if necessary.

The barest twitter emerged from Raph who had lifted to his full height and was fighting strain with all of it.

April bounced behind Casey’s back. “What’s it look like!? How about now!? You see it, you say it!”

“O’Neil…!” Casey threatened.

“You look like an old timey lamp in human form!” Raph blurted out.

April cackled and cut through the circle to laugh against the oldest brother. “I asked if she was going to share her poker chips!”

That garnered more giggles.

“Fools!!!” Casey hissed and threw up a defensive finger.

“Watch out, s-she’s gonna have to recount the m-money!” April barely managed.

Raph slapped April’s back so hard she fell over.

Casey stormed straight towards Mikey.

Mikey assumed the position and was immediately held up in display.

“Look at this one! Pathetic! He has no cranial protection at all and the covering for his eyes impedes his vision! My superior visor blocks UV, reduces eye strain, and will not be lost in our conquest of delights!!” Casey shook Mikey so hard his sunglasses came off.

He chuckled all the way in leaning down to pick them up. “I’m team sunscreen.”

“Sunscreen!?!” Casey threw him up into the air.

Mikey altered his trajectory with a kick of his foot and landed by Leo. “You put on sunscreen, right?”

“You cannot put sunscreen on your eyes!!” Casey seethed.

“Huh? Sure. Yeah.” Leo spoke dismissively with his gaze over his shoulder.

“This is a hat versus visor debate!!” Casey stomped at being ignored.

Mikey’s grin grew at the sign of more mischief.

Leo was up to something else entirely.

Mikey bet he stoked the debate fires this morning to throw others off his trail.

Today was shaping up to be extremely entertaining.

Donnie openly thought.

You tacked away with a flurry on your phone, no doubt looking up some park policy about the recommended sun protection.

“Goggles is team visors, don’t try to ‘hotdog is a sandwich’ your way outta this one!” April shouted.

“They are their own category!!” Donnie bristled.

Casey rushed Donnie. “Join me!! With your brain and my all around balanced skill chart, we shall make the hat wearers rue the day they trifled with secure headwear!”

“No. I’d rather not.” Donnie speed walked out the way.

Casey chased after him. “Give in!!”

Donnie went straight for Leo.

Leo had to double take before he realized Casey was now heading towards him. “Wait, no! I’m not part of this!”

In a speedy grapple, Donnie and Leo fought over Leo’s bag.

Donnie came out victorious with a pair of blue rimmed sunglasses that he slammed onto Leo’s beak.

“A turncoat!” Donnie exclaimed before sidestepping toward Mikey.

“You fiend!” Casey caught the loops of Leo’s tank top before he could run. “As leader you should be setting an example!”

“Of dork-i-tude? I think not!” Leo’s sunglasses slid down his beak and he looked at Casey dismissively over them.

She shook them straight off of him and yelled so loud her words became unintelligible.

Raph helped April back to her feet where the two were still snickering.

“Was the new sunscreen formulation tolerable?” Donnie leaned against a guard rail and regarded his youngest brother.

“Oh yeah, went on good! No lasting goopy feeling!” Mikey chirped.

“And a hotdog is a sandwich!” Leo clawed Casey off of him and threw her at Raph and April.

The pair squealed as Casey switched to a fighting stance in the air.

“That’s good, I analyzed new products on the market and found-” Donnie droned on.

Mikey pretended he understood anything his brother was saying.

“And meet up squabbles… Check…”

Mikey turned at the comparatively small voice.

It was obviously you and you smiled at your phone before looking up.

You met his eye and your gaze softened.

He returned it.

He needed to ask you about those drinks.

He was about to when you suddenly broke your gaze away.

He watched with a falling smile as you built up determination and took a single step forward.

Your body language read sturdy and your lips parted. “Alright… L-listen up!!!”

It took a bit of tapering, but as each person caught on to the owner of the voice, they all quieted in different forms of awe.

Your eyes didn’t leave your phone, but you didn’t look like you were reading from something. “I thank you all for coming today! It m-means a lot that you would join me! You p-probably already know about my, um… trouble with anxiety. I’ve been working really hard and today is a culmination of breaking that down. I… never thought I’d ever go to an amusement park, let alone leave New York, but I’m here now, t-thanks to each of y-you, so… thank you, truly…”

Your eyes rose in gratitude and everyone shifted with emotion.

April opened her mouth to respond, but your expression shifted to a threatening one.

Again, the group stiffened in surprise.

“That being said… This is my plan!” Phones started to ping around the group, but no one dared go for their device. “You’ve just been sent a copy of today’s itinerary. If you do not follow it, you will be left behind! T-that said, I did a ton of research and took as much into account as I possibly could! I t-think it’s doable…” You checked your phone. “My spiel is done, you now have 15 minutes to look and decide before the g-gates open…”

Hands flew for their phones.

“It really is 15 till…”

“How…?”

“Woah, what…?”

Mikey’s entire body tipped to the side.

He was only one of two people not acting on your instruction.

You had returned to checking something on your phone and swipes of your pupils said you were moving things around.

Mikey looked around.

“We’re being split up…?” April was sharing her phone between Raph and Casey. “Ride team and prize team…”

“How did pipsqueak know I was going to make the carnies cry?” Casey rubbed her chin.

“You’re not supposed to make them cry! You’re supposed to win cute prizes!” Raph tutted her. 

“Victory tastes sweeter when seasoned with tears.” Casey only nodded appropriately.

“I did only want to do coasters…” April remarked, still studying her device.

Leo chuffed and immediately tried to muffle it.

April caught wind and started scrolling on her phone with purpose before she lit with anger. “Hey! Now, hold on! What’s up with this!?”

Leo pointedly looked away.

“’Leo and April shenanigans!?’ Why do I get moved off the ride rotation?! What does that mean!?” She threw her phone out and walked it into Leo’s face.

“Oh, nothing!” He failed to conceal his laugh. “Y/N wrote it!”

April’s eyes narrowed.

“Leo’s meeting up with someone.”

A few pairs of eyes shot to you, but you were still working.

You gave a sly smile to mostly yourself. “He’s the only one I couldn’t figure out so I asked for his help.”

“Smart move. I would have gone rogue otherwise.” Leo shrugged.

“What’s that got to do with me!?” April rounded on Leo.

“Nothing!” Leo raised his voice and ducked around April in a smooth twirl that sent his mask tails twisting like a graceful pair of ribbons. “Just maybe I have a hot date with someone you just so happened to know and might not approve of…”

“What?! Who!?” April spun around with a low center of gravity to latch onto him if need be.

“Oh, is that the ticket guy!?” Leo skipped away.

“Leo! Leonardo Hamato, you get your ass back here right now! Who!?” April chased after him.

“I’m kinda glad…” Raph pressed his fingers together. “Takes the stress offa trying to get on the rides with the weight limit and all… Y/N even scheduled me tram time. How’d you know?”

You gave a slight wiggle at the praise, but didn’t respond.

“It is rigid, yet a lethal plan of attack.” Casey smacked her phone approvingly. “I may have to reevaluate your position in my ranking board of weakness if the outcome is favorable.”

Leo laughed loudly as he dodged April in the parking lot.

Mikey felt like he was out of his mind.

That was it?

You suddenly did something he would have never guessed in a million years and everyone only cared for a few minutes’ tops.

This was more than your progress.

This was something completely new.

It made no sense.

In a slow swivel, Mikey looked at the only other person who had yet to move.

Donnie was right next to him and lounging against the rail he was leaning on.

On his face was an expression that was nothing less than love struck.

“My nova…” Donnie mooned quietly. “Ever expanding destruction. Stunning.”

He then moved over to you and it was only for him that you parted your attention.

You shared your screen with him and he curled around, not quite touching you, to take it in with all his adoration.

Mikey was still leagues away.

His limbs felt clunky as he went for his phone.

There at the top of his notifications was your itinerary. It was clearly labeled and he clicked on it. The day was laid out before him in exact measure. There were blank fields ready to be filled in with approximate ride wait times. As soon as entry to the park was granted, the tables were divided into two clear columns for those who sought thrills and those who preferred less stomach churning activities. Along with scheduled drink and bathroom breaks, the snack segments were drop down lists that had food stand opening times along with full menus.

One of which was highlighted in orange and was sporting a coffee bar menu.

Mikey shook with a dry laugh.

“Time!” You clapped once and moved straight to the ticket counter with purpose.

You hadn’t purchased the tickets ahead of time, he knew this.

There had been something about an in-park discount. You were the first person in line and ended up buying for the lot with a quick card slip from Leo. Mikey identified that as the Hamato joint account. It had alleviated many petty squabbles. You dutifully went to each person and gave them a ticket like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Mikey accepted and the otherwise boring slip seemed like it glowed in his hand. He tucked it into a particularly safe pocket of his fanny pack as everyone moved inside. There were sounds of interest as soon as you entered the gate. The fracture split the group and there were no hard feelings.

You parted from Donnie with only one solidifying glance.

You two were always like that.

Donnie’s pet names were seemingly the only overtly romantic thing of note. Otherwise, the two of you displayed next to no PDA. It wasn’t just Mikey; Leo had questioned if you two were still dating more than once. It made Donnie furious every time and he declared your relationship was healthier than ever with each prompting. Mikey never saw it as a bad thing, but he could admit his bias. 

Mikey was also closer to you than anyone else. 

He knew your looks and the way you talked about Donnie. 

You were not left romantically wanting and Mikey would bet his existence that you two were in it for the long haul.

It felt like an odd rumination to end on as you left your boyfriend and headed straight towards him instead.

“Ready for that coffee?” You pointed in the direction of where it presumably was.

“Uh, yeah…” Mikey responded dully.

Casey yelled charge and jumped on Raph’s shoulders.

Raph pretended to rear before setting off.

April tugged ruthlessly on Leo’s mask tails and walked with Donnie towards growing metal pyres of rollercoasters.

“You okay…?” You tilted your head. “Need motion sickness meds?”

“No. I just didn’t… What… what team am I on…?” Mikey couldn’t remember where his phone was.

You tapped it where it was sticking out of his fanny pack. “Mine.”

“Yours… being…?”

You took a leading step and he followed after.

“Team duo!” You held up eager fists.

“Duo…?” Mikey pointed between him and you.

“We’re the only o-ones who want to do both!”

“Both…?”

You looked out fondly at the park. “Our special designation. I’m m-making the most of it… I… I’m n-not sure about the whole… coaster… adrenaline junkie thing. I think… I’ve had enough fight or flight for one lifetime, but… you can’t come h-here and not ride a coaster!”

Mikey nodded along.

“We’re d-doing two rides for sure…” You held up two fingers. “The f-fastest one and the o-one you were talking about…”

He thought and got himself a little straighter. “The one that free falls…?”

“Exactly!” You hopped a step.

“Huh…” The corner of his lips quirked.

“My heart’s already racing…!” You squeezed a hand to your chest. “Coffee w-won’t help, I think I’m gonna get something less caffeinated. Tea…? I was thinking tea…”

“Tea’s good.”

“Iced.” You agreed.

“I’m…” What was he doing?

Was he going to spend all day like this?

You were clearly over the moon with excitement.

You’d made this incredible list.

Everyone had split up, but seemed to be having a blast.

This was the final item on your mega list.

He was going to be your buddy for the day.

Was he going to miss that chance?

Never.

“I’m…” Mikey repeated and then jumped forward to block your path. “I’m going to get the most sugary thing and drop four shots of espresso in it!”

“M-Mikey!!” Your hands came up in a worried flurry.

“Try and stop me!” Mikey cheered and ran towards the only food stand that was open.

It was clearly the coffee station and you chased after shouting his name.

He placed his order before you reached him and you panted yours out when you got there.

The person moved to make them after taking payment and you scolded him for what would definitely happen. While the hyper-dose of caffeine would momentarily settle him, it would also eventually process along with the sugar. The resulting stimulation would send him bouncing off the walls until he eventually crashed. You added notes about forcing snacks on him to prevent that and he breezily accepted.

You got your drinks and headed out.

He found Casey by her voice alone and found her arguing with a worker in the carnival area. Raph stood by, unable to do much other than apologize and Mikey swooped in to get her away. The woman griped around having won and Mikey told her to get the next one. A huddle was had and there was discussion on how the games were rigged. It broke apart with an agreement that a little mysticism would go a long way and games were then chosen in a rotation.

It started with you picking a water gun game where you won nothing more than a bouncy ball.

Mikey and you played with it as Raph took his turn next and drove Casey up a wall because he had trouble deciding. You had a great time walking around and talking amongst it so when Raph finally picked it almost seemed like an interruption. His stall of choice came with ring toss and extra fuzzy looking plush prizes. You all took turns throwing, but no one got close enough to win anything.

Casey went next and immediately chose a stall that had balloons to pop. She forewent the weapon to throw kunai which spooked the employee. It took the manpower of the rest of the group to calm the man down before Mikey casted a small memory shifting spell. It had come in handy more than once for removing blame from his dad, but he kept the origins of the spell to himself. The mechanics of which he happily shared. The employee lost five minutes at most and Casey was removed from the stall kicking and screaming by Raph.

That left Mikey, who stopped at the sight of a giant spinning drill bit. It was an oddity amongst the other dime a dozen games and he felt compelled to ask. A kind man offered him a metal rod with a hole in it and explained that the game was one like Operation. If Mikey could get the hole all the way down the twisting and turning piece of metal without making contact with it then he would get a prize.

Raph was staring straight at a teddy bear the size of him and of a much higher quality than any other stand.

Mikey pretended to push up his non-existent sleeves before he claimed this was the game.

The buzzer of failure rang within 15 seconds.

Casey shoved him out of the way and screamed about how she would be the successful one amongst them all.

Her alarm came in seven seconds.

She spit about cheating and Mikey held her back so Raph could go.

Raph was sweating bullets as his giant hands meant it was more difficult to hold the rod.

He maneuvered the hole as far down as he could before his mass impeded him twisting along with the moving drill and he was outed around the 25 second mark.

That left you where you hopelessly grabbed the rod.

Without a drop of faith on your face, you studied how to best approach it and threaded your rod against the drill.

Moving slowly and methodically, you worked down the corkscrew that had taken out both Mikey and Casey.

You then rounded a looping arch that had removed Raph.

Down into a rectangular area that had you making snap gestures with your wrists, you then cleared it for a final flight straight down until the rod sat flush with the base of the game.

There was a beat of silence.

You then looked up at the employee.

“T-there was a mistake…” The man uttered. “The top there. You touched it, but the machine glitched and didn’t go off.”

This time Casey wasn’t the only one who fought back.

Mikey shot forward with the other two to bowl the mean man over with complaints.

Your praises were sung.

The man was bitter in gesturing to the wall, giving up on the matter and letting you pick a prize.

“Raph… which was it…?” You checked with him.

“You sure?!” Raph’s eyes watered.

“Very.” You nodded for him to choose.

He hugged the bear so tight there were waning stitches.

It was Casey who urged him to back off and with that you were off for your first snack break.

The sugar and caffeine were commingling in Mikey’s stomach so he launched himself forward with purpose. He ended up getting too far ahead and bet a random employee about guessing his weight. The man ended up being wrong and gave him a superhero cape for his troubles. It was a far cry from his cloak, but Mikey ran around making it soar nonetheless. You eventually caught up and purchased a variety of popcorns. They had a ridiculous amount of flavors and the pot was shared amongst the group. One selection was tossed while another was fought over and after you forced Mikey to down a bottle of water, you were on your way to the ride of his choosing.

The freefall ride was immediately selected and you were soon led to a shaky basket. It sat ready to be lifted up a set of tracks. Raph bowed out as there were three seats and he couldn’t fit in any of them. He seemed more than pleased to watch with his stuffed animal cradled tight and you were moved into the middle position. Casey complained about not needing shackles which the park attendant ignored as he made sure everyone was strapped in. Mikey looked all around in obvious excitement while your anxieties heavily contrasted him. You politely asked the man to double check your safety bar. He did so without complaint, but tacked on that you should be ready because the ride dropped at a rate of 30 feet per second which did nothing to quell your concerns.

As the man moved away to start the ride, Mikey caught a glimpse of teeth. 

It unnerved him and he continued to stare long after the guy manned a control panel. As far as Mikey could tell, he didn’t do anything else out of the ordinary which left him wondering if he had been mistaken. The ride began to ascend the tower and you clung to your safety bars with white knuckles. Mikey switched to soothing you by wondering if you’d been able to see the ride team when you achieved your maximum height. You stunted out a question about what coaster they were on and the ride clinked to a halt at the very top while Mikey tried to guess.

The entire park was laid out in front of you.

Mikey watched over it with a huge smile before turning it to you and finding the same awe inspired twinkle in your eyes.

“These are the best seats…” Casey mumbled.

You nodded in agreement.

“Nice pick, orange peel.” Casey tipped her chin to Mikey.

“Thank you!” Mikey beamed.

The moment lingered on.

A little too long. 

Casey squirmed and grunted about the wait. 

Mikey’s eye wandered before he peeked over the carriage to see what was going on below. 

From this angle, he couldn’t quite see the ride operator. 

You mustered up the courage to wonder, “Isn’t it… s-supposed to fa-?”

The beams holding the cart released with a chunk and whatever was left of your question went up into an outright scream as you rocketed down the ride. The basket then tipped and flipped over at the end, cutting off the intense inertia and churned the contents of everyone’s stomachs. Casey belched loudly and Mikey weakly thanked you for the water. You only shivered in your seat and didn’t move a muscle until the cart was righted and you were allowed to exit. There you made it a few feet before you wilted into Raph. “I-I l-lifted!”

“Lifted?” Raph offered you his stuffed animal.

You grabbed it with a might that rivaled its owners. “I-In m-my s-seat…! I-it w-wasn’t t-tight t-to m-my b-body. I l-lifted up i-into t-the a-air!”

Mikey spun around to glare at the employee, but he was strapping new guests in.

“Let’s go!” Mikey grumbled and ushered the group along.

You nodded shakily and it took walking halfway across the park before you steadied a little. It was there that you met up with the ride crew fresh off their coaster and oozing adrenaline. April was hollering about going a third time and tackled Casey. The former recruit hoisted her up and paraded April around. Mikey passed you off to Donnie who animatedly regaled you about the ride they’d just been on. He had the history of it and listening to him seemed to take your final edge off.

It was only to be built back up as this reunion was so you could hit your coaster.

The park capacity had grown as time wore on. It meant a lengthy wait in the line which was happily filled with conversation. Catching up on everything that had been missed, you updated the schedule before it was your turn. This time it was four in a row and Mikey high fived Leo to signal he’d ride with him. The couples took the first car and Donnie had words about how being in the front had its advantages.

You didn’t seem to agree, but you were soothed when this park attendant didn’t have the same odd edge. She secured you into place with a heavy click and pulled so hard on your seat belt that you appeared to have the air squeezed out of you. Donnie prattled on about how you would achieve 50 miles per hour and an employee joked about you losing your shoes. Mikey used his last free motion to zip his fanny pack up tightly and there was a ticking counter for takeoff.

The entire train shot like a bullet out of the station. Without a single building momentum, it instead bounced with turns and rotations that mimicked a balloon caught in a wind tunnel. Mikey screeched with excitement as he saw ground, then sky, then ground again, in a seemingly endless loop. His body was rocked violently side to side, but little of him went anywhere with the safety equipment.

With its hurtling speeds, the ride appeared over as fast as it began and Mikey was giggling his head off.

Donnie disengaged first, but you didn’t move.

He immediately rounded back on you and the employee came along with alarm on her face that immediately shifted to outright laughter. “Omigosh! Look at your hands! You made indents with your f-fingers! I’ve never seen that!!”

“Let go, nova dearest…” Donnie urged you.

You made a weary noise and didn’t seem to know you were safely docked.

“You’re alright. You can let go now.” The attendant joined in.

“You’re all good! Still got your zapatos on!” Leo cheered from where he was already back on solid ground.

Mikey followed after him. “The schedule, Y/N!”

That got you and you disengaged your fingers.

The attendant and Donnie helped you to the platform.

Your hands were out and stuck in a claw-like positioning.

“This is when you-!” Casey caught a finger and pulled hard.

It popped the joint and you squeaked in pain.

April immediately went on both attack and defense.

She kicked Casey down a short flight of stairs and helped you check your finger. “It’s not out of socket… You good?”

You nodded, teary eyed.

“Alright, alright…” April shushed you and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Where’s Raph? I bet he wants to do tea cups!”

“Tea cups! Spin off, bro!?” Leo whooped and turned toward Donnie.

You murmured out Raph’s location.

Donnie shoved Leo away and moved into yours and April’s shadow.

Casey butted up to Mikey’s side. “Was that… a grave mistake…?”

“No…” Mikey turned to her with sympathy. “Too much at the wrong time? Yes, but you’ll be forgiven, I guarantee it.”

Casey didn’t seem convinced.

“How about this…?” Mikey ducked his head down to share a secret.

Casey came with severe attention.

“When we have souvenir time, pay close attention to what Y/N looks at. If they pass on something, but look back at it, you know they actually want it. Get them that and say sorry then. It’ll be perfect.”

“You are sure?”

“I…” Mikey softened. “… know Y/N better than anyone. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I see… Understood.” Casey gave a nod and broke the walking huddle.

Raph was back with the gang and had a churro that was almost as long as him. Apparently a cart man had taken his size on as a challenge and made this one special. Raph was unfazed at having not ridden any rides yet and munched happily. Your spirits raised and by the time you were at the tea cups, you asked to sit out. April offered to join you, but you urged her to go as you wanted to watch and take pictures.

That was enough of a go ahead and everyone smashed themselves into a single cup even though there wasn’t enough room. The attendant at this ride didn’t seem to care as no one else was on and started up the cups. All six cup members grabbed the center wheel and began to turn it with reckless abandon. The cup immediately exceeded some upper limit and the resulting g-forces forced Mikey to let go first.

He slammed, carapace first, into the wall and found he couldn’t pull his limbs back to return to spinning. Leo’s lips flapped as he challenged Casey who was directly across from him. She took him on with a wild expression and April was the next to hit the wall. She seemed to suffocate on the oxygen being spun away from her and Raph’s clambering claws slipped.

He had little space to fly and only seemed to open up more room for the final three. Donnie held out as long as he could, but he too was knocked out by the rotations. That left Leo and Casey who, to Mikey’s eyes, were never going to stop. The ride continued to spin longer than Mikey thought possible. Though it was only in millisecond clips, he sort of caught the vision of you talking to the employee. You pointed towards them and he thought maybe it was to stop you, but Mikey also caught a clip of the employee laughing.

The ride wasn’t going to stop until someone won, he realized then.

“Gonna… be… sick…!!” Donnie retched.

“I’ve been puked on before!” Leo cackled, not backing down.

“Try cleaning up frosting vomit!” Casey matched him.

“Been there, done that!” Leo seethed.

Raph’s eyes spun and his head lolled.

“We lost Raph!” April screamed.

Donnie and April latched onto the arms of the largest half-conscious brother to keep him from flying out of the ride.

The tea cup began to wobble.

“U-uh… G-guys!?” Mikey squeaked.

“Give it up!” Leo’s words slurred.

“Never!!!” Casey screamed.

A bit of spit exited her mouth.

As if caught in the middle of a vortex, it seemed to slow around the tornado.

Mikey watched as it hung before choosing a direction.

It hit Leo directly in the eye.

The slider let go and flew back with enough force that there was an audible bang against the metal cup.

A song played that signaled the end of the ride and no amount of gentle slowing could adjust everyone’s equilibrium.

“I… win!!!” Casey managed before collapsing right out of the cup.

The others similarly fell to the floor and half crawled their way in different directions, unable to tell which way they were going. You rushed into the ride and helped the best you could. It meant you flew from April almost hitting a guardrail to Raph who regained consciousness, but could barely speak. Donnie dry heaved and the attendant had to use a crowbar to remove Leo from the cup. There was light conversation about paying for damages which was turned into an elaborate lie instead so the park employee wouldn’t get in trouble for his various infractions.

Something convincing was agreed upon and half the group took a break.

Leo said he was fine otherwise and said he’d be hitting the restroom. April checked her phone as he was walking away and screamed at him about the time. He immediately took off running and she pursued him all while asking why he felt the need to flee. Raph said something about needing to move since his ear drums thought he was and he gravitated towards a nearby slide. Mikey watched after, nursing a new water. He glanced at his companions and found you soothingly rubbing the back of Donnie’s neck while Casey lay in a limp pile.

“It’s two to a carpet…” You told Mikey without looking.

“Isn’t Raph the two?” Mikey chuckled.

You smiled and flicked your eyes to give him permission to go.

He returned the grip and tipped his water in gratitude before chasing after the oldest. This line moved swiftly and Mikey and Raph butted together to walk the straight line between the bars. They were soon sitting on a soft rug and then pushed down an enormous snake. Black, red, and yellow flew by and it was oddly grounding as they slithered through twists and turns. By the time they were off, the vertigo had lapsed and Mikey ran back to you with the good news.

You had moved over by a trash can where you were patting Casey’s face with a wet towel.

“She get sick?” Mikey asked.

You opened your mouth to respond but the women in question cut you off.

“N-nev-!” Casey belched wetly. “-er… yes…”

“Don’t worry… Even warriors throw up sometimes…” You passed Casey the towel.

“Thank you…” Casey showed a moment of vulnerability and leaned into you.

You helped her up and back over to where Donnie was still sat.

“Lunch is next…” Raph spoke nervously and his stomach growled.

“How!?” Donnie threw out a limp wrist.

Raph chuckled sheepishly.

“Food can help… Something light?” You asked Casey.

She only groaned and moved to walk herself towards the larger food court.

“How are you fine?” Donnie asked Mikey.

“Hmm…” Mikey wondered aloud. “Y/N has been pumping me full of dry food and water so I guess I’m hydrated and the food ate up my stomach acid kinda thing?”

Donnie thought it over before stopping at the next closest cart to get a water.

Mikey watched him sip on it and the group eventually gathered at an outdoor dining room flagging a congregation of food stalls. Mikey took orders and Raph offered to carry the trays while everyone else rested. You darted away for napkins and condiments and there was soon a spread on a large wooden table. April joined back up just as food was served and when asked who Leo was with she would only grumble out that she didn’t want to talk about it. No one pushed and she left to momentarily get her own food.

Eating slowly recuperated everyone and there was talk of how to proceed. The tram ride was technically next and Raph was full and eager to ride the train around the park. You urged the others that this was a good thing and there was a stuffed trudge over to the platform. It was an agonizing staircase up, but once inside, the AC pumped through the cabin. Each person laid out on their own bench and slipped into a dreamy daze as the tram made routine pit stops.

For several cycles, the transport was yours. Mikey sat across the alley from you and watched you stare at the way the sunbeams sparkled through the rides. They seemed to be the only light penetrating the calm and darkened car. It added to the mood and it was only when another person finally got on that you all moved to disembark.

You were on the far side of the park and there was a divide on what to do next. A certain coaster was here that could apparently fit Raph and he seemed eager to try it. Meanwhile, April and Casey had their eyes set on a log ride on the other side of the park. Raph looked on expectantly at the rest of you and Donnie agreed to go. You and Mikey said you’d wait in line, but not ride and everyone separated. The queue was shorter here for the distance from the other rides and the line curled through the trees. It offered a delightful flush of shade and conversation was pleasant.

Raph was allowed on after some adjustments to his seat and Donnie bid you and Mikey adieu.

You showed Mikey the tea cup pictures you had taken and Mikey couldn’t stop laughing at all the ugly wind blown faces. You regaled him on how you asked the ride attendant to keep spinning and how the man thought it was a hilarious contest. He apparently had a speed gun and caught a top speed of 89 miles per hour which seemed absurd, but you had evidence of that too. You then readied yourself and snapped a photo as the coaster shot by with Donnie and Raph. You shared that shot with Mikey too and it painted Raph the picture of terror and Donnie something a little more lighthearted than neutral.

You were both laughing and turning the images into memes when the other two brothers joined you.

Donnie appeared in good health, but walked a small distance from the group to slouch against a bench instead of sitting on it.

Raph got his phone out, laughed at the first meme in the group chat, and then was obvious about getting the itinerary up. “Oh, there’s a break in the schedule here. We can either rest, go to a show, or shop!”

“What kind of show?” Mikey perked up.

“Uh…” Raph fiddled with the drop down and his large fingers. “Dance show!”

Mikey debated openly.

You were looking at Donnie.

Donnie didn’t seem to notice.

Donnie looked like he was sulking. 

You turned to Mikey with a sort of expectant look.

Mikey tilted his head and wondered if he should prod his brother.

You instead moved closer to him and gestured for him to lower his head.

He brought it down to listen. “Mind shopping with me? I don’t think he’s had enough protein…”

“Sure!” Mikey bobbed. “Raph, you going to the show? We’re hitting the vendors!”

“Think I’ll be good alone…?” Raph weighed his options with a swing of his head.

“I think you’ll run into Leo and his mystery date.” Mikey wagged his brow ridge. “What’s more romantic than dancing?” 

Raph lit up. “Dance show it is!”

You waved Raph and his stuffed animal goodbye and went to flank Donnie with Mikey.

He moved listlessly with you and Mikey thought you were spot on in your guess.

He hadn’t seen Donnie eat anything other than a plain baked potato at the concession so it was highly likely that his brother hadn’t had anything with protein in it since his morning omelet. With all the walking and excitement, that meant he had little more than carbs to work off of and it was the likely culprit for his dip in mood.

You rounded in and out of several open air shops where Mikey clocked a keychain for Casey to get you later.

He covertly snapped a pic and sent it off along with a location and received back a flurry of emojis.

Mikey rolled his eyes affectionately and followed you into a shop with jerky.

Donnie turned his nose up at the stuff, but the employee there was a proud one. They went on and on about how tender it was which Donnie openly scoffed at. Samples were passed out to prove him otherwise, but he refused to partake. You and Mikey clinked paper cups before downing yours and Mikey drilled the employee on how they’d done it all while his mouth was still full. It was far too tender for what it was and the employee laughed haughtily and only agreed.

Donnie tentatively took a corner shred as a bite as if there was a chance it was poisoned and was struck by how easily the meat tore away from the piece. He then ate his fill and picked up several bags which he snacked on while you and Mikey debated flavors. The employee threw in a discount and you exited with several bags and a much happier Donnie.

A piece of jerky stuck out of the corner of his brother’s mouth and you pulled the group aside to look at the park map. There was clear conversation of where to head next and Mikey’s attention wandered. He was no longer wearing his cape which meant he had lost it at some point. Instead of wondering where, Mikey accepted the disappearance and fiddled with the zipper of his fanny pack. You and Donnie were still talking and he was about to interject in case you had gotten off topic when a man walked by. 

Mikey stared after him for a long moment and placed him as the man from the freefall ride. 

A small spark of resentment flicked in Mikey’s chest and he decided this walk by had occurred for a reason. 

“I’m… I’m gonna be right back! Do whatever… yeah, whatever…!” Mikey ran in the direction the employee went.

You shouted out questions behind him, but didn’t pursue.

It took a bit of winding as Mikey lost track, but around a curve of fence, there was an obvious park worker entrance that said ‘KEEP OUT.’ It was also very obviously wide open and Mikey popped his head in to check. There was a long hallway of built up fence that disappeared around a bend. He walked cautiously down the path until a sliver of an open area became visible. Stopping there and hunkering down in learned scouting, Mikey saw the park employee walk into frame with another following him and yanking his hat off.

The offensive man slapped his coworker and the other man complained that he almost dropped his headwear.

Mikey chewed his lip at the first bubbles of anger.

The mean man laughed. “Aw, did I scare you?! Careful now, don’t wanna shit yourself!”

“Get lost, Zach.” The second man waved him away.

“Don’t be like that, Nevan. Whatcha doing?”

“Taking five, beat it.”

“Aw, come on! We’re both hiding out” The jerk who was now dubbed Zach leaned on the wall beside the other man.

“No, dude. I just need a second and I’m not getting written up for you again.” The nicer guy who was apparently named Nevan sneered. 

“Jerry’s a jackass! He hands out write up slips like parking tickets!”

“No, you’re always breaking code.” Nevan waved Zach off to leave.

“Come on! You’re already here! I just wanna tell you about this nutcase on the free fall!”

Nevan put his fingers in his ears and sang.

Zach tackled him and bumped a nearby trash can that buzzed with the jostling. 

Mikey caught his fingers in a wood plank to keep from interfering. 

Zach soon had Nevan in a headlock. 

“What the fuck is your problem!? Get off!!” Nevan struggled. 

“Listen and I’ll let go!” Zach cooed. 

“Screw you!”

Zach squeezed.

Mikey seethed, ready to step in.

“Fine! You know what?! Fine! Just let go!!”

Zach threw his hands up.

The other man rubbed his collar. “You fucking suck. I hate you so much…”

“Nah, you love me!”

“Just say your stupid shit so I can go, man!”

“Stupid…?” Zach burst out ugly laughing.

Nevan used the cover to inch toward his escape.

“This morning, you shoulda seen it!”

Nevan knew to pause when Zach looked.

“There was this grade A scaredy cat with these inhuman freaks. I’m telling you, we need to round them all up so we don’t gotta look at ‘em!”

Mikey slid his foot forward.

“Dude!” Nevan shoved Zach. “No! Fuck you! I’m not listening to that! My sister is dating a Labrador dude and he’s the best! That’s it. I’m out! I’m reporting you!”

“No! Come on!” Zach tried to pursue.

In a flick of his hand, Mikey manifested a chain in front of Zach’s foot.

Zach tripped, but Mikey pulled hard on the mystic energy.

It snapped tight and momentum pulled the man in the other direction.

He stumbled the other way with flailing arms and Mikey was careful in manifesting individual links under his feet so he wouldn’t be able to catch a grip on the ground.

Zach slammed into the trash can and it fell over alongside him.

There was a dull thrum before bees burst from their hive inside.

Nevan scrambled away as Zach was immediately attacked by the swarm.

Zach screeched and Nevan puffed with one shock of worry before he straightened. “You know what?! Serves you right!!”

Nevan turned and Mikey bolted back down the path and out into the park proper. He made a few sharp strides to make it look like he was walking by and he glimpsed Nevan emerge. The employee slammed the ‘KEEP OUT’ door behind him and the distant sounds of Zach’s attack melded in with screams from coasters. 

Nevan disappeared and Mikey was left relatively alone to cheer. He pumped a few happy fists before skipping back to where he’d left you and Donnie. The pair of you weren’t there and Mikey knew he could check his phone to find your location, but instead chose to wander. Misters had been turned on for the heat and he slowed by the spray to let it douse him. When his shirt was thoroughly soaked, he continued to meander.

It took him past happy families that were making memories, couples who tittered cutely to one another, and friends who snapped photo after photo. He felt honored to be privy to all these people’s special moments. This all came about because of you. You and your determination brought him here and he couldn’t be happier. You would have each other for the rest of your lives and it was with that vision of you old and grey that Mikey heard your laughter.

Donnie’s voice predictably followed and Mikey moved forward at a leisurely pace. He came upon a small unused pavilion behind some trees that he bet was great for kid’s shows. Now, it was currently empty and on the closest row to the top, Donnie was seated and you were hovering over him. Your hands were placed on either side of his head and you leaned forward to dot the tip of his beak with your nose.

Donnie reached up and steadied himself by grabbing your arm. “Y/N…”

You hummed curious in response and pulled away to run your thumbs soothingly over his cheeks.

 “Y/N, my beloved Nova. My darling . My luminous explosion of which all other ceases to be in light of you…” Donnie spoke again, sounding a little dopey.

“What is it?” You giggled and curled your fingers under his chin. 

“I need you.” He turned inward to nose and kiss one of your palms.

“You have me.” You kissed his forehead. 

“That’s not near enough. Do you know how long it’s been?” Donnie grouched lightly. 

You shushed him and shuffled until you were between his knees. “You’re having fun today.”

“I suppose that’s true...” He tested light brushes of his fingers against your waist. 

“You’d do it again, I bet.” You nodded to him and, in a happy trill, he pulled you flush to him. 

“Yes, well…!” His head dove into your shoulder as you settled in his arms. “How can you use my equally adored logic against so callously?”

“Callous, huh?” You still had his head and thumbed one of his cheeks.

“Yes.” He puffed them out so you had more to press.

“When you didn’t have to ask…?” You led him.

He peered at you curiously. “Ask what?”

“For my attention.”

He thought for only a moment before his expression went especially gooey.

“I could tell. You missed me. I missed you… It’d been a little too long, but I’m here now.”

“And you’ll… stay…?” He appeared anxious and quickly tried to mop it up with haughtiness. “I’ve yet to have my fill and my Y/N battery can be quite large so who knows how long it will take the receptacle to refill when-!”

You nuzzled down into his cheek.

His lips stalled out at the affection and gave up to lounge against you.

“Of course, I’ll stay. Maybe I’m not as exciting as those coasters, but we’ll have just as much fun together. We always do.”

“True, you aren’t enjoyable as a thrill ride…”

You were unmoved.

“You’re a far greater excitement.” He nudged for your full attention. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.”

You gave it with a flush of your lids. 

He somehow turned up his affections. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” You responded immediately and moved your head to meet his lips. 

Mikey stood quietly for the exchange before he lowered his gaze. It didn’t exactly feel like a revelation that you and Donnie were indeed some form of hopeless romantics, but it had been interesting to see it play out. You were a specific type of bold for your boyfriend and Mikey reached up to press a fist to his plastron. He wasn’t sure when, but at some point the cat in his chest had leapt away. It left warmth in its place and Mikey found that no matter how much time had passed, that heat lingered. There was perspective there and Mikey was glad he had stumbled upon this display. It was a signal that all was right in the world and, after giving you love birds a few more moments, he moved to make his presence known.

You squeaked out apologies for modesty, but didn’t flee from your partner.

Mikey waved you off and called himself a creeper before he tacked on that he could make that twofold.  

The specification caught Donnie’s attention where he loosened his grip on you to press what Mikey meant.

Mikey openly regaled the pair about the nefarious employee Zach.  

Donnie rose gravely and paused to break his character to ask you something with his eyes. 

You were still clearly processing Mikey’s story and only blinked at him blankly. 

Donnie’s lids dripped with adoration and he pecked your cheek before stepping free of the bench. 

It took two steps for him to shift into rage and announce that he was heading to an information desk. 

A formal complaint was about to be logged whether either of you liked it or not.

You and Mikey barely kept up with Donnie who tore a path towards his destination.

You shared a hopeless look with Mikey about how your boyfriend couldn’t be stopped.

Mikey responded in kind as he knew his brother.

You both laughed and highly contrasted the darkened aura of his sibling.  

It was a joyous light. 

It was one he shared with you that you had made all your own.

💛 THE END 💛

My greatest gratitude to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 for joining me in the completion of another work.

[asukaskerian]

dilemma...

i kinda want to start posting the bleach suburban ot4 fic (no powers humans AU, ichigo and orihime are married, grimmjow and nelliel are dating, they all move in together, poly feelings ensue). but.

pros:

comints???

next ep is when grim and nel are coming back to the anime! a good time for it.

external motivation to keep going with it cause i'm low on internal motivation atm

i wait until it's done and what's left of the fandom will have been dead and buried for half a decade already, i know i'm writing this one mostly for me but i'd still like to have *some* readers

cons:

most of the het fans are gonna be turned off by the slash and femmeslash and the slash and femmeslash fans will be turned off by the het, so the reader base will not be big

((it won't be any bigger if i wait))

i have been writing it for several years without posting it because i wanted to see if i *could* write it all out before posting, so why give up now, it's still not complete!!!

there have been several scenes i needed to move from chapter to chapter and the timeline needs re-checking (that's what happens when you need to follow a pregnancy's timing and can't just handwave it ) and it might happen again

anyway. i can't decide. sigh.

one good thing is my friends helped me figure out a title (four years into writing it). it's "in this economy". u_u;;;

[starlight-archer]

i’d really appreciate a hurt/comfort payneland fic with cuddling on the couch or possibly a fic where they fuck with election ballots bc they’re ghosts and get kamala elected instead 😭 it’s been something i’ve been thinking of since before the results were out and i just think it’s be silly. thanks in advance for considering!

Here it is! Charles and Edwin enlist some American ghosts to fuck with the ballots and then cuddle! I hope you enjoy and that this lifts your spirits a bit!!

"Phew!" Charles tumbled back through the mirror, panting, Edwin not too far behind him, hands clinging to the sides of his jacket from behind. "That was a bit close for comfort, wasn't it?"

They had almost been caught, but had managed to slip away before things could get hairy. They had also made sure that their actions couldn't be tracked back to them.

"Charles, that might be the most egregious understatement that I have ever heard from you." Edwin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Honestly, he was still shaken from the whole experience. They didn't often pay heed to foreign politics, let alone the politics of the living, but this had been necessary. There had been no way that either if them could sit still when they had caught wind of what was about to happen.

Sitting through Brexit and the Tory reign in England had been bad enough, goodness knows things were still pretty cocked up even without them in power (big messes to clear up and all that). But, sitting through a second Trump presidency when the only reason for it was some miserable concoction of sexism, racism, queerphobia, and thousands of people just refusing to vote?

Unconscionable.

Sure, what they had done was definitely illegal (oh it was so, so illegal), and probably questionable on some level, but it was clear as day that the pros of such a venture far, far outweighed the cons. If anything, this absolutely counted as a good deed.

Even if it did break some pretty strict rules about the dead tampering with the affairs of the living.

They would simply have to be on their best behaviour from now on.

It would be fine.

And what had they done exactly?

They had mirror hopped over to the US and simply enlisted some willing participants to fill in all of the blank ballots with votes. By the time they were done, it was just enough to tip the scales in a less devastatingly horrifying direction.

It was for the American citizens that would be thrust into suffering because of that awful man and his depraved followers, it was for the minorities from various walks of life who would face the potential of having to fear for their lives, due to the inciting of violence by emboldened right-wing extremists. For the people who were hated unduly, just for daring to exist.

And it was daring. It was an act of bravery and courage that deserved respect.

Both Charles and Edwin had lived through times where being different could get you killed. Existing had been illegal, frowned upon, hidden behind closed doors, punished with torture masquerading as therapy, shunned, and erased from the history books.

Never again.

Never like that.

Why did history always have the nastiest habit of repeating itself? Over and over and over again. Maybe hell was empty.

But they had done it, done what they had impulsively set out to to and they had succeeded. It was almost surreal.

And, perhaps most importantly, they hadn't done it alone.

They had gone to each state one by one and contacted as many ghosts as they could, gathering all those who had been unable to vote, who had their voices stolen from them, and for each ballot that was left blank, the ghost of an American citizen fought for the people they had been forced to leave behind.

A great deal of them had even moved on afterwards.

"Come on, mate. It's alright, it's over." Charles' warm voice cut through the noise in Edwin's mind. "Come and sit."

Charles put his hands over Edwin's (which were still situated at his waist, balled up in the fabric of his jacket). Gently, he eased his grip and moved to link their fingers together as he faced his best friend.

Immediately, a large amount of the tension drained from Edwin's body. It was as though a weight that had previously been crushing him, had life away from his shoulders in an instant. It had been a lot, but it was done and it was going to be okay.

He allowed Charles to lead him over to their little sofa by the wall. It was a familiar position, sitting side by side, hands joined in an act of mutual comfort and reassurance.

Neither of them said anything for a long while. They didn't really need to.

Charles leaned back against the sofa and wrapped an arm around Edwin, pulling him closer until his head was resting on Charles' shoulder. He didn't hesitate to run his fingers through Edwin's soft, dark hair.

He revelled for a moment, in his ability to express such affection. It was something so simple and yet, until they had left Port Townsend, it had been shut behind this unspoken boundary that neither of them had dared to cross.

They did a lot of things now that they hadn't dared to before, and far more things that they had already done, but that had the context rearranged.

It was kind of magical; being together in this new way. It almost felt like something that had been fated, something foretold, painted in the stars and woven into the fabric of every reality.

And yet, it felt so normal, so simple. It was like they were created to be a matched set, despite being from different eras in time. Like salt and pepper shakers, or a pair of shoes. Sure, maybe you could have one without the other but it was always preferable to have both.

Charles was prompted to recall the time when Crystal had compared them to one of her Internet jokes: "bonded pair, do not separate." or "items frequently bought together".

Despite falling easily into the romantic side of their developing relationship, it still surprised him a little bit when Edwin shifted to wrap his arms around him. If only he could go back and tell his past self that things could truly be this good, this sweet, this wonderful.

Charles used to question his goodness, used to fear becoming like the people who hurt him. But, with Edwin next to him, he couldn't find any shadow of fear or doubt left in his heart.

[aisiedaisie]

Heyo!

I noticed you take asks, but after lurking for a bit, I saw you haven’t done any yet. No worries if you’re not ready! But do you write _ x reader? Because I was thinking it’d be a super cute idea if the reader has a crush on their TA, who happens to be one of the Marauders, in the most boring class ever.

Oh, and if you haven’t had any designated anons yet, can I be ☁️?

Hello hello~ !

I do take asks!!! This is actually the first ask I’ve received and I am so happy. Thank you for sending it in and of course you can be my ☁️ anon! As for _ x reader fics… I’ve actually never written a reader fic before but I’ve tried my best! I think it leaned more gender neutral more than female reader, but I hope its okay.

Also, as someone who normally writes in third person, second person is difficult!!!

TA! Sirius Black x GN! Reader WC: 1.1k

You can’t remember why you signed up for this class. Maybe you thought it would be easy? Or even interesting…

But no.

The only thing remotely worth your time is the observation lab every Friday. The rest? Well, that’s just a blur of uncomfortable lectures, ticking clocks, and the distant hum of other students’ barely contained frustration.

No one would expect you to have perfect attendance. Most of the class doesn't even bother showing up, since attendance isn’t mandatory. They only show for tests, and even then, some skip those. You can’t help but wonder if they dropped the class, or if they just don’t care anymore.

Unfortunately— or, depending on your perspective, fortunately— something other than the lecture has caught your attention. You can’t help but quietly admire the TA at the front of the room, his presence oddly magnetic amidst the dull hum of the class.

Sirius Black is as punctual as you—if not more. He’s always there before anyone else, scanning IDs with a detached efficiency as students shuffle past. Then he settles into the front row, laptop open, his fingers dancing over the keys. He posts notes on Canvas for the absentees, though you suspect it’s more out of routine than necessity, since the lectures are always recorded and uploaded that evening.

He doesn’t seem like the type who’d voluntarily spend his free time sitting through intro-level astronomy lectures. With his shoulder-length, wavy dark hair—often loosely pulled into a half-bun—and his signature worn black leather jacket, he looks more like someone who should be out of a 50s film than a lecture hall. His casual blue jeans and plain white T-shirt complete the look, giving him a James Dean vibe that seems a little too effortless, a little too cool for this room.

You try to refocus, your eyes drifting back to the lecture. Professor Fancourt’s voice drones on in a monotonous lull, and he scribbles another formula on the whiteboard. “With this equation, please find the orbital velocity of Neptune,” he instructs, his back turned as he walks toward the desk by the door where Sirius is absorbed in his typing.

You glance back at the formula, but it might as well be a foreign language.

You’ve never been good at math, and when you signed up for Basic Astronomy, you didn’t think it would be an all-out battle of numbers. You thought you’d be learning about planets, maybe some stars, a little science history. But math? Why did they have to throw that in?

A knot tightens in your stomach as Professor Fancourt starts pacing. You know what’s coming. It’s only a matter of time before he picks someone—randomly, of course—to come up to the whiteboard and answer the question. You have no idea what’s going on with that equation, but you’re pretty sure it’s going to be you.

You don’t want to be called on. Not today.

With a resigned sigh, you gather your things, leaving your notebook open on the desk. A quick break—just enough to clear your head.

You make your way to the TA’s desk. Sirius looks up as you approach, his brow quirking in mild surprise.

“Look at that—someone’s actually moving from their desk,” he teases, and you manage a tired, half-hearted smile, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Just need a break,” you mutter, pulling your ID from your pocket and handing it to him.

He scans it without a word, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on the scanner. “If you’re grabbing something, make it quick,” he says, his voice laced with a playful chuckle. “And don’t forget—bring me something back, yeah?” He adds a wink for good measure, making the suggestion feel almost like a dare.

You step out into the hallway, the noise of the lecture hall fading behind you. For a moment, the weight of the class lifts from your shoulders, and you allow yourself to relax. You focus on the vending machine in front of you, half-stalling, half-actually needing something to take your mind off the dull lecture and the growing pressure of the equation you still can’t wrap your head around.

You scan the rows of snacks—chips, candy bars, granola. You grab the chocolate bar you always go for when you need something quick. You buy it, but as you clutch the candy and step away from the machine, you remember Sirius’ words, his playful tone still echoing in your mind. “And don’t forget—bring me something back, yeah?”

You pause, eyeing your snack. An impulse hits you, and you decide to grab a pack of sour gummies from the row below. It’s different from what you’d normally get, but you figure it’s a safe bet. Plus, you’d hate to go back empty-handed after he asked, even if he was joking.

With both snacks in hand, you head back into the lecture hall. The familiar hum of the room greets you, but this time it feels different. The pressure in your chest has lifted, replaced with an unexpected calm. You’re grateful to find the professor already discussing the next topic when you return.

You make your way to your seat, but before you sit down, you glance toward the front of the room. Sirius is still hunched over his laptop, typing with the same detached concentration as always. His attention is on the screen, but when he hears you approach, he looks up just in time to catch your eye.

You raise the pack of sour gummies slightly, as if to confirm you heard him. “Brought you something.”

His eyebrow quirks in surprise, but the smirk that follows is unmistakable. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms with a quiet chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned. You actually came through.” His gaze flickers between the gummies and your face, and you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his attention.

“They’re for you,” you say, offering him the pack. “Hope you like them.”

Sirius grins, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment as he takes the gummies. “Thanks. This’ll make the rest of this lecture bearable,” he says with a wink. “Thanks, love.”

You smile, a little shy, your cheeks flushing at the nickname. You return to your seat as he rips open the pack, popping a gummy in his mouth. The subtle exchange is enough to keep your mind from wandering back to the looming equation on the board.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur.

Professor Fancourt drones on as usual, but you don’t mind so much now. For once, you actually feel... lighter. Sirius hasn’t left his post at the front of the room, but every so often, you catch him glancing back at you with a quiet grin, as if he knows exactly how much of an effect he’s having on you. It turns your cheeks even darker, and your eyes quickly dart away when you make eye contact.

By the time the class ends, you’re no longer dreading the idea of coming back next week. In fact, you might even look forward to it a little, and not just because of the observation lab on Friday.

[sequinsmile-x]

Instincts

Five times Emily doesn't yell at her mother-in-law, and one time she does.

Part 1/6

-x-

Hi besties,

Hope you are all doing as okay as possible <3

Usually, I do these 5+1 fics as a one shot but I'm doing it a little differently this time and this will be a multi chapter.

The final chapter, the one time Emily does yell, will be based on a prompt I received!

As always, let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: none for this chapter, pregnancy in later chapters

Words: 2.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

The first time it happens, she doesn’t even get to meet Caroline Hotchner. 

It starts a few days before, when she can tell Aaron is nervous the moment he lets her into his apartment. She smiles curiously at her boyfriend as she steps past him, her lips catching his cheek as his hand skims her waist before he takes her bag from her, hooking it over his shoulder, “Waiting for me in the doorway kind of makes me having a key pointless.” 

He chuckles, but it’s not the laugh she loves. It doesn’t come from his chest, doesn’t light up the space between them like it usually does, and it makes concern spark low in her gut. She furrows her brow as he closes the door, his focus on locking it behind them and setting the alarm. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, smiling when he turns to look at her, “I was just excited to see you.”

Emily hums, narrowing her eyes at him as she crosses her arms over her chest, desperately trying to read him - to see what had changed since she’d left him in his office at work just a few hours ago. She’d only gone back to her place to get more clothes. Her apartment was just a place where she kept her things these days because home was wherever Aaron and Jack were. 

She’d considered breaking her lease and just moving in with Aaron. All of their friends made fun of them for it, playful smiles on their faces when they teased her for the fact she still had an exit strategy. It would upset her if she knew Aaron thought that way too, but she knew he didn’t, his defence of her always fierce even in the face of joking from their friends. The truth was, something that they were keeping between the two of them for now, that they recently started to look at a place to buy together. She loved sitting in bed with Aaron, her back against his chest, his legs bracketing hers and his chin on her shoulder whilst they looked through listings together. Their favourites either bookmarked on her laptop or circled in the paper. She hated moving, it reminded her too much of her childhood, so she didn’t want to do it twice in quick succession. So for now, she’d continue to occasionally go to her place to pick up some things, content to live in this in-between stage before she finally had everything she’d ever wanted. A home made of brick and mortar. A home made of the man she loves and the boy she loves as her own. 

It was a future she was looking forward to. One with him and Jack and whoever else might come along too - the idea of having more children with him enough to make her giddy. 

“I only went home to get some clothes, honey,” she says, trying to pull a smile out of him, the smile that belonged to her. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, his energy still nervous, and she sighs, “What’s going on?” 

He clears his throat and puts her bag on his couch, “My mother called.” 

She raises her eyebrows, her arms falling to her side, “Oh.” 

His relationship with his mother was tense at best. They only spoke now and again, they exchanged phone calls on birthdays and holidays and occasionally sent each other gifts. Emily had never met her, but she’d overheard them talking on the phone, her name thrown around like confetti by her boyfriend, his smile always soft just at the mention of her. 

“Yeah,” he says, walking towards her, his hands on her hips, “She’s in town.” 

Emily nods, her eyebrows raising even further, already knowing where this was going, “Oh.” 

“And she wants to meet you,” he says, squeezing her waist when she opens her mouth again, a third oh dying on her tongue, “Look, if you don’t want to meet her, I understand. I know my relationship with her is hard, and that you probably don’t have a lot of good feelings about her because of that-”

“Honey-” she says, finally breaking out of the slight stupor she’d fallen into. She smiles and cups his cheek, “You’re rambling. You don’t ramble,” she runs her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “It’s cute,” she smiles when he turns his head to kiss her palm,  “Of course, I’ll meet her.”

The relief in his eyes is palpable, and she sees the tension in his shoulders loosen, “Really?” 

She nods and leans forward to kiss him, her lips stamped against his, “Really,” she says, her nerves dampened a little by the relieved look on his face, the look in his eyes that makes him look like the little boy who never quite stopped looking for his mother’s approval, “She’ll be my mother-in-law one day,” she says, her arms snaking around his neck as he pulls her closer, “It would be awkward if the first time I met her is the wedding.” 

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss her, putting all of his love into it. He tightens his grip on her hips so he doesn’t run to the bedroom to grab the ring he’d hidden in his sock drawer, not wanting to ruin his very meticulously planned proposal, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she says, “So, when are we going to meet her? Are you going to invite her here?” 

“No,” he says, sounding more sure than he had since she’d walked through the door, and it makes her smile, “I learnt a long time ago a mutual ground is probably the right call. She likes Italian food. That new place opened up downtown but it’s almost impossible to get in.” 

She shakes her head, carding her fingers through his hair, “Impossible if you’re not the daughter of a well-respected US Ambassador,” she says, smiling at him, “If the Prentiss name is good for one thing in DC, it’s for getting reservations.” 

He sighs, shaking his head, knowing any favour she asked for from her mother never came for free, “Em, I know how difficult your mom can be, you don’t have to-”

“Hey, what good are my mommy issues if I can’t use them to help you with yours,” she says, leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll call my mom, she’ll get her assistant to get us a table and then she’ll passive-aggressively berate my life choices for 10 to 20 minutes. And you can pay me back in sexual favours.” 

He chuckles and kisses her before leaning his forehead against hers, “Deal.” 

___

She’s able to focus on his anxiety instead of her own. 

If she didn’t know him so well, it would concern her. Make her think that he was worried about her meeting his mother and not the other way around. There was no room for her to even consider that he was embarrassed by her, that he was anything less than proud to call her his. All the nervousness he was feeling, the way he was squeezing her knee like it was a stress ball, was all about his mother. The women he’d come from but couldn’t be more different than. 

If there was one thing Emily understood, it was that feeling. 

She places her hand over his on her knee as he parks up and she smiles, “I’d ask if you’re okay, but I think if you squeeze my knee any tighter the joint might pop,” she says, and he lets go. She grabs his hand before he can take it away, linking their fingers together and cutting him off so he doesn’t apologise, “It’s okay, honey. It’s dinner. We’ll eat, we’ll make conversation with your mother. And then we can go home and have sex.” 

He chuckles and tugs their joint hands towards him and kisses her knuckles, “Why does it feel like our roles have been reserved here?” 

She smiles, “Think about it this way,” she says, leaning across the centre console to kiss his cheek, “Your mom lives five states away. We don’t have to see her that often.” 

He laughs, “I’m sure I should be assuring you everything will be okay,” he shakes his head at himself, “You’re the one meeting her. I don’t want to paint a bad picture of her. She’s not a bad person. She had a bad set of circumstances. My father was…a bad person and a bad father. She’s not a bad person, but she…” 

“Wasn’t a very good mother,” she finishes for him, and he sighs and nods as she flashes a half smile at him, “I’m familiar with the concept,” she unhooks her seatbelt so she can turn to face him, her smile soft as she runs her fingers through his hair, “We can just go home you know. We can turn around. Jack is with Jess tonight so we could just get in the tub. Hang out. You could repay me for everything I went through for our cancelled reservation.”

He shakes his head and kisses her knuckles again, “No. I want her to meet you. To meet the woman I love,” he smiles, “You’re going to be my wife one day. The mother of my kids,” his smile gets wider when she blushes, “You should meet my mother.” 

She nods and kisses him, “In that case, we should get going. Otherwise, we’ll be late,” she turns to open her door but he stops her, and she turns to look at him, “You okay?” 

“I need you to promise me something.” 

“Anything, you know that.” 

“You know how you made me promise to not step in if I think your mom goes too far?” He asks, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she sighs, already knowing where he is going, “I need you to make me the same promise.” 

She clears her throat, “Is she going to make me wish I hadn’t made this promise?” 

“Probably.” 

She chuckles, “At least you’re honest,” she huffs out a breath, “Well, I’ve had over 40 years of experience dealing with my mother,” she winks at him, “I can handle one night with yours,” she’s grateful to get a smile out of him, “It will be okay, honey.” 

He holds her hand the moment they are out of the car, his palm warm against hers as they link their fingers together. She’d always loved holding his hand, found a comfort in it that she knew he found too. In the moments when she let herself be romantic about it, she tells herself they were made for each other. That the reason her hand fits so well in his, the reason their fingers link together perfectly, is because they were made with each other in mind. 

His phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket, frowning as he turns it to show her, the word Mom flashing across the screen. They come to a stop on the sidewalk, stepping out of the way of other people, and he answers. 

“Mom, hi, are you at the restaurant already, we’re just…” he drifts off, and Emily can hear the voice of the woman at the end of the phone, but not what she’s saying, “Oh, I see,” he says, looking at Emily, his lips pressed together and his eyes drifting shut, “I thought you wanted to meet Emily,” he adds, and she clenches her jaw as she runs her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand, “Well, yeah you can do that next time you’re in town. Or maybe we’ll come and see you.” 

She can hear the disappointment in his voice, can see the irritation in his eyes, in the way he’s holding himself, and she gets as close as she can to him to provide the comfort he’d never ask for. She rests her head on his shoulder, and the extra height her heels give her means he can rest his cheek on top of her head as he finishes the call with his mom, exchanging goodbyes and see you soons in a way that’s so polite it makes her teeth ache. After he hangs up they stand in silence, still in their strange embrace with her head on his shoulder and both of her hands wrapped around one of his. 

“She’s not coming?” She asks, even though she knows the answer, and she looks up at him. He shakes his head and clears his throat. 

“No. She’s not.” 

“Did she say why?” 

“She bumped into an old friend. Went for dinner with her instead.” 

She scoffs, “Instead of meeting up with her son?” She clenches her jaw, “Want me to call her back? I can give her a…” she drifts off when he raises his eyebrow at her, a hint of amusement in his smile, “Right. My promise. Does it count even if I haven’t met her yet?” 

He chuckles wryly and kisses her forehead, “I’d say especially then,” he kisses her again, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she assures him, “It’s not your fault,” she squeezes his hand and hates the look in his eyes when they meet hers. He looks like a lost little boy, entirely too much like Jack, and it makes her want to steal his phone when he’s not looking and break her promise only minutes after she made it. She knows she won’t though, bound by a promise they’d now made each other about their mothers respectively, and she knew how annoyed and hurt she’d be if their roles were reversed, “Want to go home?” 

He shakes his head, “No, Em. You went to a lot of effort to get this table-”

“Honey, I don’t care,” she says, cupping his cheek, “I can handle my mother if she says anything about us not using the reservation. I’m worried about you,” she strokes her thumb back and forth over his cheek, “If you want to go in we can, or we can grab a pizza on our way home and I’ll eat in my underwear to try and cheer you up.” 

He laughs, the sound more real this time, more hers, and he smiles at her, “I do like the sound of the second option.”

“I know my audience,” she hums and leans forward, stamping her lips against his before she rests her forehead against his, “Home?” 

He nods, blowing out a slow breath, “Home.” 

She kisses him one more time before she steps back enough for them to walk to the car, both of her hands still wrapped around one of his, “I’m sorry your mom did this, Aaron.” 

He sighs and unlocks the car, “Me too. I was looking forward to the two of you meeting.” 

She slips in between him and the side of the car before he can open the door for her, “I know,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “And I was looking forward to meeting her too. Despite…everything, she still gave the world you. And that’s something I want to thank her for,” she says, worry sparking in her chest again when he tightens his hold on her, something she can’t name flashing in his eyes, “Baby, what is it?” 

Aaron shakes his head, “It’s nothing.” 

“You can tell me,” she says, reaching out for his hand, “You know that.”

He blows out a breath, “I guess I just wanted her to meet you before we start the next stage of everything. Not because I feel like I need her approval or anything. But she’s my mom,” he smiles sadly, “It would nice if she cared enough to meet the woman I’ve told her I’m going to marry one day soon.” 

It makes her angry again. The heat of it washing over her in a way she knows has her gripping his hand a little too tight, her knuckles briefly paper white before she lets go, swallowing the fury back down because it’s not what he needs from her. 

Not today. 

Despite everything, the mere mention of their still hypothetical wedding makes her smile and she squeezes his hand, “I understand that, but if she misses out on anything it’s on her. Not you. Okay?” 

He nods, “Okay.” 

She leans forward and kisses him, “Now,” she says, kissing him again, “Pizza. Then home.” 

“And you in your underwear,” he says, smiling as he steps away so he can open the car door for her, “I seem to remember that being part of the deal.” 

“A deal is a deal,” she says, winking at him as he closes her car door once she’s climbed in. She’s alone in the car for a matter of seconds before he joins her, the key in the ignition as soon as his door is shut. “I just thought of something.” 

He looks over and sees the vague look of horror on her face, the way she scrunches her nose up ever so slightly, “What, sweetheart?” 

“One day our mothers are going to have to meet.” 

[lkfarrout]

Fifty (family fic)

No ships, just Stan being a father figure

Summary: Wendy finds herself in a tough situation and has to ask Stan for money

Warnings: light angst, mature themes (16+)

"Come in!"

With a shaky hand, Wendy slowly opened the door to Stan's office. Her boss was sat at his desk, fez off, a pen and calculator in hand. His frustration at the figures in front of him permeated the room.

"Wendy?" He barely glanced up at her before returning to his work, "Its your day off, kid. What do ya need?"

"Umm..." Wendy considered saying 'nevermind' and just walking out. But she didn't really have a choice. "...fifty dollars."

Stan started to laugh until he looked up and saw the tears welling in Wendy's eyes.

He rose to his feet and she continued, talking very quickly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pines. You can take it out of my next paycheck, but I need it today. I didn't know who else to ask."

He came around and leaned on the edge of his desk, arms crossed. "What's it for?"

She just looked at the floor and rang her hat in her hands.

He moved closer and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, "Look, kid. Whatever you did, I'm sure I did worse at your age. D'ya owe someone money?" She shook her head.

"Then what's it for?"

"You can't tell my dad."

"Okay, I won't."

Wendy continued to avoid his gaze.

"What's it for, kid?"

Wendy sighed, "...plan B."

Stan took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck. "I see."

An awkward silence filled the room.

Stan continued with a light chuckle, "It's fifty bucks these days? Sweet moses, I'm gettin' old."

Wendy didn't laugh.

"Look, it'll be alright. Head out to the car, I'll give the twins an excuse and meet you out there, okay?"

Wendy muttered a thank you and quickly left the room.

---

A rock song played inaudibly on the radio and Wendy stared out the passenger window at the trees going by.

Stan gripped the wheel, trying to think of anything to say.

He stuttered as he began, "Kid, I-- look, I aint gonna pry you for details. But if I need to go knock some sense into some knucklehead kid, I will."

"It's fine."

"It was some knucklehead kid, right? Not, y'know... an adult?" Stan cringed at his own question, but damnit, if he was gonna let some creep take advantage of a young girl like Wendy.

Wendy nodded, "Yeah, just Robbie."

"So why the hell isn't he paying for this?" He'd meant it as a joke, but quickly realized how mean it sounded.

"Look, I aint mad about paying for it, I just. He needs to learn some responsibility."

"We were responsible. It just, broke. And neither of us had the money. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm... glad you told me."

Stan pulled the car into a parking spot.

"Stay here."

"It's okay, I can get it."

Stan insisted, "No, someone will recognize ya. I don't want you in any trouble."

He cracked the windows and shut the door with a click. Several minutes later, he returned and handed her a bag. "Hope that's the right stuff."

Wendy dug through it, surprised to find a bottle of water, a comic book, and a bar of chocolate in addition to the small cardboard box she expected.

She looked at Stan, who shrugged. "Figured you might need a little pick-me-up."

"Thanks, Mr. Pines. I'll work an extra day, or--"

He cut her off and waved his hand in the air, "Ah forget that, consider it free. It was... less expensive than I thought anyway." He looked away suspiciously before glancing back at her.

She punched him lightly in the arm, "You stole it?"

"No!" Stan protested, "I paid..."

She raised her eyebrows at him and he finished, "...for the water."

Stan laughed and Wendy smiled for the first time that morning. But her smile quickly dissipated with his next question.

"So, should I take you home?"

The look on her face was the only answer he needed. "Alright, you can hang at the shack today. But you'll have to put on a happy face for Dip and Mabel."

Wendy sighed, relieved, "Yeah, I will."

"I told the kids I was picking up lunch. How's pizza sound?"

---

They entered through the giftshop. Stan held the door open for Wendy with one hand, a pizza box in the other.

"Hey, uh, make sure you read that box real close and if you start to feel sick at all, let me know, okay?"

"I will, thanks." Wendy stayed behind like they'd discussed, and he continued toward the main part of the house before pausing.

"Oh, and use the phone in here to call Robbie. He should know that you got things worked out."

Wendy nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Guess who got pizza!"

The twins exclaimed happily and started to dig in.

Through a mouthful, Stan casually spoke. "Oh hey, save some for Wendy, I saw her walkin' over just a minute ago."

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone, it is another Wednesday (my dudes)! Thanks to the lovely @umbracirrus and @hircines-hunter for tagging me <3

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This is going to be a long af post because I ran a poll trying to decide what to post, but I'm just gonna give y'all a bit of each because *gestures vaguely to the world* at least we have blorbos <3 First up is another bit from the family fic, then some smut under the cut from another wip that i will have done soon or i will end up on the news MDNI: PICK YOUR POISON BESTIES

“Happy to be free of the misery and dread of Winterhold?” He earns a playful punch before Ceri joins her boyfriend on a sofa.  

“You sound too much like Ata.”

“You say that now.” He reaches for something in his armour, a folded paper. “I’ve accepted an offer from a man in Skyrim, wants help going through some Nord tomb.” Walking over to his sister, he shows her the letter, distinctly pointing to the bottom. 

“May Talos guide you.” She laughs. “Oh, what would Ata say?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and besides, I do not get paid to care about religion. He could be Tiber Septim reborn for all I care. Might even be good actually, could charge him more.” 

“Well then, may Talos guide you Arthano. To Sovengarde!” He rapidly ruffles the top of her hair. 

“Shut up.” He laughs. 

It is a funny moment between them but Ralos can’t help but feel like he is missing something. He knew the worship of Talos had been a major point of contention between Altmer and Nords; particularly when the Thalmor were in operation. It seems their father would be especially concerned, no, upset, to learn of who his son was working for. But the way neither Arthano nor Ceri seemed to find it anything more than funny puzzled him. It can’t just be his Altmer beliefs…

The kisses are slow for a bit, enjoying the feeling of each other. Eventually, Ondolemar’s lips find their way to her neck. The marks he leaves will no doubt be difficult to cover tomorrow, but that is the furthest thing from her mind as she grinds her hips into his. 

“I’m going to miss you.” She hums. 

“And what will you miss most?” Hands move down to her thighs, creeping their way underneath her nightgown. 

“Unfortunately, you have me in a compromising position, my love. I cannot answer fairly at the moment.” Her own hands remove themselves and glide down his bare chest. 

“Then don’t.” She pulls the nightgown overhead, tossing it across the bedroom. There’s no time for him to react before she is sliding down, knees resting on the hardwood as she looks up at him. Even in the low candlelight, she can see his expression has changed; a deeper hunger written on his face. Head resting on one thigh while her hand makes its way up the other, tracing the outline of his erection through the thin pants. 

“Well. now I certainly cannot.” He groans as she removes his cock, stroking the flesh itself now. 

“I’m still waiting for an answer, love.”  

“Oh course you are. You want to hear all about how I’m going to miss you like this. How much I enjoy seeing you on your knees for me.” His left hand runs through her hair, smoothing through it as her strokes quicken. “I’ll even miss how you torture me, memories of you like this flashing through my mind at the most inconvenient times. So much has changed except for your ability to distract me from work.”