#why's Casey gotta be like that and put out so much GOOD SHIT

[bunnymossmakes]

I'm still on my The Dear Hunter shit so have a Ms. Leading for your viewing pleasure.

My home girl did not deserve getting ganked by TPATP and I'll die mad about it. Or not, because hot damn what a good plot device, but shit, it hurts.

[bulbabutt]

say what you will about bay april (and trust me, megan fox deserves so much better) at least she's proactive about looking into things and does things without the boys-hell she's the reason they're even alive in the first place, she saved splinter and the turts as a kid

doesn't erase vernon and mikey being constantly horny on main for her or that weird technique they force her to do to get info out of stockman in oots's opening segments but still, give her credit, she's strong-willed and has a sense of justice and tries to do what's right

hmmmmmmm ok. theres a lot to say about bayverse april. and i specifically avoided talking about movie aprils cuz it was going to get repetitive and long (like 1990 april is very similar to 87 and 07 april is basically 03 april)

but with bayverse, you're right, she is the central character in that movie who drives the plot. but thats because of the megan fox of it all, being that shes the biggest star there and also because bay had an obsession with her (to her detriment bad vibes all over the fucking place holy shit leave this woman alone) we're still framing aprils ass in the shot, still being creepy about her, despite the fact this movie is trying to be from her perspective (for more info on that aspect i think you just gotta watch lindsay ellis' "the framing of megan fox" video about transformers, because its the same shit here)

and just because its like 87 april (because this movie is pandering to 87 fans) doesnt mean theyre really add anything or even understand the concept of what makes 87 april good in the first place. like i said in my post about 87 april, what makes her great is that the turtles fall into her story, and that we are centred on the news room politics of it all. the human world the turtles interact with is her life.

(this got kinda long so its under a cut)

in this movie, we change the misogynistic boss burne thompson into: whoopi goldburgs burnadette thompson. which. hm, color and gender blind casting for burne thompson is. a way to do it i guess. (i do know whoopi is in this movie because she wanted to be in a turtles movie, no disrespect there) but it removes that core element of reporter april fighting her shitty boss. in this she's now just a regular reporter working at a normal news station, but also we're still giving her the girly aerobics story. so, who's decided that if her boss is a black woman? thats kind of fundamentally changing the implications of why shes stuck doing that job, its no longer because shes the woman reporter, and is now just because thats what shes been assigned. now its not her fighting sexism, its her just not wanting to do her job. a shitty one, but its no longer because of a sexist work place.

and then her story of being a reporter is she gets FIRED for being a BAD reporter, because shes crazily rambling about turtles to her boss with no real sources. which...87 april didnt do that, her point wasnt to find the turtles, it was to use her job to help them. the turtles are the secret, not the story. for a movie that likes pandering to 87 and nothing else, they missed this concept entirely

(side note that isnt important, when shes rambling to the roommate about them.... this movie panders enough to 87, why is the roommate not just named irma. shes only in that scene. seriously, it should have just been irma.)

and then. the vernon fenwick of it all........ why the fuck. did you do this. why make him the only character who believes her? oh sorry, not even believes her, simply THINKS SHES HOT. SO GOES ALONG WITH IT. i know they wanted to put casey jones in this movie, but then went NOOO that would be SILLY if the guy hanging out with her is casey (we want to save him for the seqeul) so lets make it another reporter. uh vernon. hes from the original! and thus we change vernon from being the rival reporter who hates her because shes a woman whos better at his job than him, into just: her creepy co reporter who has a crush on her. and since he's the co star here, she has to not tell him off for his bad behaviour. maybe he'll even get a date out of it!

(again, if she needed a sidekick, irma is right there, you put the other two here, why not irma)

and the choice to make her a part of the turtles origin story is, in my perspective, very much like my issue with 12 april's destined to be part of the story thing. shes part of this story because her dad created the turtles. yes, she saved the turtles and splinter, but its less of her own choice in the matter, its because she was the daughter of the man who made them. its the opposite of what i think makes her a good character in the franchise, someone who is hunting for a story and gets in too deep, and happens to be near enough by the turtles that they get her out.

like lets compare her to the april closest to her, 1990 april. thats an april who gets into the plot via going hunting for a story on her own. there's some kind of gang up to no good and she wants to get to the bottom of it. she does get to the bottom of it all on her own, she learns via interviewing immigrants that the foot is the organization behind it. shes doing something no one wants her to do, shes going against what her boss, and what cops think she should be doing, and the foot literally try to kill her because SHE is hunting for THEM. she ends up in turtle plot because raphael HAPPENS to be around when the foot find her. its HER story. the foot is after HER. the turtles in that movie end up losing splinter and then fighting the foot BECAUSE april was looking for them. THATS what makes her have agency in the story.

i do think a lot of you guys are missing my point here though (no offence!) so let me try to explain it better.

its not just about if we see april be a self sufficient character who's central to the plot, or even what her personality is like, its whether she exists in a real way outside of the men around her. its if her choices are important to the story. she doesnt need to have saved the turtles, know how to fight, kicked the shredder, or have been right about whatever story is going on. the question is: is she in the story because she did something on her own to get to it? is she a character who matters without the men in her life? can she stand on her own? do you care about her life? what are her aspirations, how is she trying to achieve them?

based on all that, i think 2014 april is in fact the weakest april. they're only making her seem like 1987 april because, and i dont know if ive said this anywhere yet, men who watched 87 when they were kids think shes hot. that is the only value a lot of people have placed on her. thats her legacy to a lot of people. its fucked up, and this movie doesnt do anything to dissuade you from thinking that.

sorry to go off on your ask, but bayverse (specifically the first one) really got no aspect of any tmnt thing correct. not april, not shredder, not splinter, not casey, and not the aspect of how these turtles are even ninja (i think everyone involved shouldn't be allowed to make another piece of media for putting that fucking ninjitsu book in the fucking sewer)

[one-annon]

Can you write a Stu/Sidney story? The actors that played them dated for 3 years in real life.

oohh!!! i actually didnt know that!! as a guy who loves behind the scenes stuff that's so cool! did you know that black christmas (1974) inspired scream and halloween?

I've never heard of stu/sydney but I think it's quite interesting..thank you for your request!

I imagine this is placed before stu and casey dated...maybe an au where billy hasn't joined the gang yet? I imagine stu is a better student overall before billy - he's able to keep his violent thoughts to himself! sydney keeps him well behaved dw

I know this one is a little all over the place..I had an idea and lost it

Stu/Sydney drabble

stuart was a rather well put together student. he may have been loud and obnoxious but that's just because he's a theater kid. he's always been taught to "project his voice".

he was still shy though. he had a very tight circle of friends. three girls and one other boy. casey, tatum, randy, and sidney. beautiful sydney. sidney who helped him with his math homework. sidney who patiently listened to his horror movie rambles.

he was really lucky to be dating a girl like her. tatum always said he could get any girl he wanted just from his money alone. and she was right. he's had a few girls ask him out. he's always politely declined..aka he pulled sidney right to his side and said "sorry, ive got a super cool girlfriend!"

he meant it too. stu was utterly in love with the brunette. usually he preferred blondes but..god, he couldn't help himself. she kept him under control. calm. she kept his..meaner thoughts at bay. she helped him feel normal.

of course he still couldn't get the thoughts of gutting someone out of his head. that's why everytime he felt the need to totally ruin someone's life via head bashing he would invite his partner over for a movie night.

which is how they ended up cuddling on stus couch. sidney had herself sprawled out over stus long body, one leg hanging off of the couch. the taller had his arms wrapped around sidneys waist, holding her as close as he could. he always enjoyed their cuddling sessions. her long hair gave him something to play with.

currently the duo was watching hellraiser - one of stus favorite movies. he was trying to get his mind clear and sid was trying to mentally clear her mind for the copious amounts of studying she's gotta do for her math exam when she's home. unfortunately, stu being the clingy bastard he is, is most likely going to keep her deep into the late night hours. he always tried to keep her over as long as he could. tried his best to spend as much time as he could with her.

sidney was grateful for how hard stuart tried for her. he brought her flowers, chocolates, matching socks..he was a goofy guy. she had always hoped for someone a little goofy to balance out her serious nature. someone she could be a little weird with.

sure, stuey got plenty of heart eye looks and sidney got a few glares from girls but it was just a good bragging factor. how many people can say they dated the stuart macher (aka the richest kid in the neighborhood) junior year of highschool? not many.

sidney was spoiled rotten by her boy. whether it be a cute gift, a kiss or three, parallel play (stu LOVED watching a movie while she studied), acts of service, or just simply spending quality time with her like this. they would try their best to meet up for movie nights every week or so.

this week though, they've been too busy with their own things to have a movie night. stus been handling rehearsals, helping with costumes, and balancing signing up for jobs. his parents wouldn't handle his money forever. plus he was bored just sitting around! he needed shit to do! sid on the other hand, had been studying for various exams, not to mention helping stu and the rest of the theater department with makeup.

they were a great duo with theater. makeup and costumes. not to mention them both being actors. usually sid would take the smaller roles but occasionally she got a larger character to play.

they always would talk about the costumes and makeup in horror movies. how "those pins must've taken hours to get in" or "that costumes looks like it would be in the bdsm section of spencers". whatever it was they were watching they always had something to say. especially stu.

there wasn't a movie they didn't watch where that boy didn't say some sort of fact about it. "did you know gunner hansen had only dyed shirt for leatherface the entire time they filmed?" was a very popular one. they've watched that stupid movie so many times that sidney has personal beef with the victims.

she always comments about how stupid all of the victims in any horror movie are and stu replies with the same line. "it's a horror movie! what fun would it be without stupid people?"

even if they banter back and forth about it, they always end with a laugh and a kiss. there was truly no reason to fight over something so idiotic.

just like any night, stu would fall asleep on the couch under the weight of his princess. she was just perfect to be his personal weighted blanket and he loved it. usually stu would have trouble sleeping but his nights with sidney were always full of restful sleeping.

thankfully he needed the rest tonight. they both did. stu was a perfect pillow for sidney. he may not have womanly chest pillows (as he called them) but he did have some gut in his stomach. just the right amount for a comfortable sleep.

would they wake up to their alarm tomorrow morning? no, probably not. but that's okay. sidneys internal alarm will wake them up. well..her up. stu would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

he was always a breakfast kinda guy. usually he had a sandwich for lunch and some extravagant meal for dinner but he didn't have to worry about that now. sidney would make him breakfast. it's not like they would get in trouble, his parents were out and sidneys dad trusted him. they were happy, a good couple. man I really hope a guy who probably hasn't showered in 3 years with a middle part and mommy issues doesn't come along to ruin it all. that sure would be quite a shame. would make a great movie though.

[ducknotinarow]

[07 rasey]

“Was puttin’ our daughter t’ bed, when she asked why she can't just quit school,” Casey begins retelling the conversation while laying next to Raph, “An’ I told her it's against the law, an’ they'll put me in jail, an’ yanno what our sweet sweet child did?” Casey asks, smiling faintly and a ghost of a laugh to his tone, “Looked me in the eye an’ said "I’ll visit you."

He can’t help but laugh a little at it, there was something a little funny about how a kids logic worked. He soon shakes his head,

“Glad t’ know she’s gonna grow up with her attitude.”

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Night time rouites were all back of that domestic life style, mundane and never really changing but a nice little comfort Raph's little family was no different despite everything that made this family different. Sat in the living room with a near chared dinner. Raph and Casey took the couch well Summer sat at the coffee table, because that was where the tv was and there was always a game on to watch. Mostly hockey. Summer was becoming just as much as a puck head as Casey ever since the first game she watched and she had been infected by Casey's hype. Yeah Raph knew how that could be, though it hard not to be so sucked in when the game is this good and so fucking close. One team scored and then the opposing team would it had been going like this for a good while back and forth teams scoring till the found a stand still leaving the game tied. Staying like that for three periods and setting the game into over time all three of them were just glued to the screen. Plates long emptied and set of to the side as they all were holding their breath when it was announced.

How were they meant to stop watching with a game this good going on?

As minutes ticked by and they remained focused on the scream. The only talk going on were cheers or booing and some choice words throw out when they felt their team was getting unfairly being clearly target at when rough housing went to far on the ice. But in the end as they all knew the Rangers pulled through and took the winning lead and sealed the win for the night. Only then did the supposedly adults in the group noticed how late it was getting. Only then letting them see that shit it was way past Summer bed time. Putting an end to the celebrating.

TV, was shut off and a looked shared between Raph and Casey was enough to make it known who was doing what. well on took to kitchen clean up the other was on bed time routine for Summer. Who made her statement on this matter well known. Huffing once picked up from the floor and told it was time for a bath by Casey. Only for the huffing to start up as Raph went about picking up their plates before heading to the kitchen. Clear whines of defiance as Summer stated no over and over slowly faded down the hallway and the turtle could do nothing more than laugh over it. Summer knew what followed bath time her least favorite part of the night. Bed time.

Bath and suited into her pjs for the night she sat on her bed arms tightly crossed over her chest as lug tugged down into a firm pout over her lips. as blond hair was brushed out.

"not fair" She states at the injustice that Casey doesn't seem to take as seriously as she was in that moment. As if her eyes were feeling heavy and the need to close them was growing as a yawn worked to escape her slightly. When she can feel the brush last tug pull away to be set back down she set her hands to her bed and turns around to face Casey. "Why do i gotta go ta bed? I ain't even tried." She says stiflingly another yawn. When she was told because she had school in the morning she just winkles her nose in annoyance and blows out air in frustration. Summer wasn't the biggest fan of school, sure recess and classes like gym could be fun. Music wasn't so bad either she guesses but she had to sit still four like a million hours in her chair well her teach taught her things. It was horrible. She hated staying still flopping back on to her bed keeping her expressed scrunched up doing her best to mimic Raphael's go to scowl when he got annoyed. Maybe she should growl like papa dose sometimes?

"Dad can' I jus' quite school?" Summer then asks rolling her head to the side so she could look to him now. She dosen't take to kindly to the smile on her Dad's face as she watches him look at her and explain that no she couldn't. "Why not? it's borin'? I could jus' stay wit' you and papa instead." The logic of a child not understanding their were rules and that sending your kid to school was in fact one them, as she mulled over Casey telling her as such and that he would go to jail if she didn't go to school. Summer seemed to chew on that a fact for a moment.

Legs soon tucked under her self as she moved to sit back up on her knees setting her small hand on to her Dad's thick wide forearm and looked up at him with large blue eyes. " s'okay Dad, 'll visit you."

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Raphael tossed the dish rag back into the sink once he had finished wiping down the counters and cleaned the sink itself. Making his way out from there he eyed the place and the many toys scattering the floor for hurricane Summer. Idly picking up a few here and there only to toss them off to the side, they could put them away proper later. Likely wouldn't happen, Summer might only be a kid but she sure was a master of making messes. Not that Raph should be one to talk nor Casey, the likely reason Summer didn't think twice about making messes. Yawning out as he traveled down the hall heading towards the bed room, as he thought to himself how he had to be getting old. Used to be able to stay up all night with ease, rather because he was out beating someones ass, or just in general. Now a days? Raph was lucky if he could stay up all that late with other feeling the desire to throw himself into his and Casey's bed.

Which was exactly what he did the second he got close enough, allowing himself to simply drop in to the soft mattress. Man, why did you ever have such a thing against a bed in the first place. He loved the hammock, sure, but he had to admit there was a comoft to how the mattress bend to the cruve of his shell. The body was ready for nothing more than the lure of a good night's rest. Before needing to wake up to be on summer duty so she would be ready for school. Unaware of the talk she was having with Casey on tje dame subject. Raph swear he dozed off for a second when he can feel the bed bend and dip. Lazily he turned towards Casey, groaning slightly as he sleepily reached out for Casey settling in beside them, soaking in thier scent and warmth as he pressed his fave against thier shoulder

"She go down easy?" He grumbles peeking his eye open only to find the amused look Casey was wearing. Curious despite the tiredness weighing him down.

“Was puttin’ our daughter t’ bed, when she asked why she can't just quit school,”

Casey begins retelling once he seemed to catch Raphaels gaze on them. Raph softly snorts over Summer wanting to quit school. She was pretty vocal how much she disliked it so it wasn't a surpised to hear.

“An’ I told her it's against the law, an’ they'll put me in jail, an’ yanno what our sweet sweet child did?”

Raphs head perks up a bit at the trace of a laugh in Casey's tone. Shifting a little to rest on his elbows tk better look at Casey because yeah, he was curious what summer said to that. He knew human kids had to go to school some sort of laws.about it and such. To make sure kids are getting education, he assumed.

“Looked me in the eye an’ said "I’ll visit you."

Raph beak lifts in an amused grin as he chuckles a little over that. He can, honestly? Easily see her saying that.

“Glad t’ know she’s gonna grow up with her attitude.”

"Eh glad ta know she's fine throwin' ya unda bus as well if it don' effect her much." He tosses in jokingly before lowering himself back down to the bed. He stays quite for a moment lost in his thought. He loved this. " 'hats are girl though. Says whar she wants no matter what." They gave her the environment to be as such to, able to freely say something like that to one of her dad's with out a fear of it going over wrong seeing how Casey found it to be funny as he laughed about it. "She might have a point though sure ya can handle your self in the joint though." Raph teases as he looks Casey's way now.

"Jus' tell her she can' go ta practice if ya not around to take her sure 'hat'll change her mind. Seein' as ya went made her a puck head jus' 'ike you." Raphael points out "sure I can' take her but that a tad hard ta get away with when it ain't cold out. Don' wanna die heat stroke cause ya got tossed in the slammer afta' all."

Once he found his usual comfortable spot against them, he let his eye close again ready to clock out for the night, Summer might not want to get bed but he definitely did. "Full of attudite, a puck head and a master of messes." He idly listed off to Casey. "She gonna keep our hands full." He chuckles a bit at the thought expressed, but he loved it at the same time. Everything g that came with the whole being a dad gig that is. "Love our kid but think she gonna take us for a run when it comes to being a lil hater."

[turtle-go-brrrr]

The gang during movie nights

Leonardo

Easily impressed

Like, there is an arrow shooting off toward the camera and he's ducking

It's hilarious

He gets so invested, especially in shows, like I can't stress enough how attached to the characters he can be

Won't cry, but will be deeply hurt if anything bad happens

Doesn't handle r*pe scenes well at all (none of them really do, but he'sthe worst)

Doesn't understand why they need to be shown on screen when the implication of that act can be just as disturbing and powerful

Likes to know how good the actors were treated on set too

If he learns that they weren't treated well he's gonna shit on the director for a really long time

When no one can decide on a movie he's the one choosing

Will sometimes let you choose, but dont count on it very often

He loves thrillers and mysteries, trying to guess what will happen along the characters

Not as good at it as he thought he would be though

Donatello

Unless he's captivated by the movie, he's the worst person you could watch anything with

Talks constantly

Critiques any illogical thing he can see

Don't tell me about plot holes

Goes on and on about character development

Discussing a movie with him is fantastic, but watching it? No sir

Unless you're like that too

He has the best taste in movies tho

He loves indie movies the best

His favorite movies (as of late) is The Shape Of Water

(He just loves the fact that the two characters fell in love because of what they are instead of despite it)

(Also it's a monster lover movie and he secretly hopes he can find someone at some point)

Will put his legs on your lap but won't share the blanket

Will give you unlimited access to his stack of snacks tho

Raphael

Pretends to love horror movies because he's the Tough Guy but actually hates them

Either because they're not scary (and therefore cringy) or because they're too scary

And he doesn't like being vulnerable

Will watch any and all movies starring Vin Diesel

His favorite is Baby Sittor

Doesnt like the Fast and Furious movies as much as he makes it out, he just has a big crush on Diesel

Really likes animated movies

If they want to explore dark themes, they have to do so subtly instead of throwing blood and sex scenes in your face all the time

They have to be creative about everything and he likes that aspect

If you guys are watching an horror movie, he'll cling to you at every jumpscare and act as if he was just shifty

Will silently claim unbreake loyalty to you if you hold his hand during the scary parts

Will put you on a pedestal forever if you don't tell anyone about any of this

Michelangelo

Always in his phone

It's not because he's not paying attention, he just needs to do something at the same time to be able to pay attention better

ADHD amaright

Cries easily too

Not just from sadness, but from laughter too

Really likes comedies, but loves thrillers and drama even more

The shittier, the better

He just loves being fake interested in the characters life and criticizing every bad choice they make

"Don't go back with him Linda, he cheated on you!"

Ends up being real invested and cant take his eyes off of the screen (he gotta knows what happens next)

This is especially true with Christmas Hallmark movies

He knows exactly what will happen, the acting is bad and it's all too cliche

But he has to see it anyway

The ultimate snack maker, but won't share his

Will give you as many blankets and pillows as you need

Will also most likely fall asleep on you

Which is a huge problem when you need a bathroom break, because no one will help you move him without waking him up

April

She doesn't really have a favorite genre

But if there's murder in it, she's gonna live it

"I'm just saying, it would have been a lot better if he died after falling down the pit." "What did you expect from Dora the explorer?!"

Unironically loves really bad movies

Velocipastor, Vikingdom, Sharknado and the likes

They have this weird, we-got-drunk-and-made-a-whole-movie-before-the-hangover kind of energy that she loves

Don't let her choose the movie because she will choose this kind of trash film

If she manages to pull it off, you two will have the time of your life in from of this trash

Like constant laughter, trying to guess how far they'll take the absurdity etc

Just an honest good laugh

Casey

Adventure kinda guy

Like Indiana Jones, Jumanji, The Mummy, etc

He just loves the adventure and action ok

Especially if Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson is in it

He has a secret crush on him

(As secret as Raph's crush on Vin Diesel, so not so secret)

Also has a thing for romances

Really really likes them if they're somehow tragic

Like "two lovers getting separated during the war and finding each other again in the battlefield" kind of tragic

Doesn't like it if it ends on a bad and depressing note

Like it has to at least have a message of hope at the end

He's the one shushing everyone when it becomes too much

Also the one to refill snacks, and give you "secret" snacks if you help him

(It's your favorite candy)

Likes to act as if he was giving you drugs or soemthing when in reality it's like. Caramel

[final-girl96]

Chapter Seven

I sat waiting for Stu to get here. And while waiting I had time to think about everything that had happened. And what I could have done differently. Like, what if I would have gone with Casey instead of going back inside. Would I have been able to save her?

Maybe this was a personal thing. But who would want to kill Casey and Steve? What if it's the same person that killed Sidney's mom? I know she said it was Cotton Weary and that she saw him but what if it was just someone setting him up? Why was I left unharmed beside a possible concussion?

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Hey, sweetheart." I looked over and saw Stu. "Stu." Tears filled my eyes and rushed over to me. "Hey. I'm here, baby. Let's get you home," he said. I nodded my head and stood up. Stu's arm around my shoulder we walked out of the room.

He went to the cabinet where the medication was. "The nurse at the front desk told me to keep an eye on you. She said you might have a concussion. I know how that feels. Remember when we were thirteen and we were climbing a tree. I fell and hit my head pretty hard?" I nodded my head then winced at the pain that shot through it.

"Take these," he said, putting a couple Tylenol in my hand and sitting a glass of water on the counter. I took the pills and chugged the water. "You hungry?" Stu asked. "No. Just tired," I said. He walked over to me and picked me up, "let's get you in the shower so you can go to bed." I didn't protest, I just laid my head against his shoulder as he walked up the stairs.

After showering I slipped one of his shirts on and cuddled up to his side on his bed. "Does your head feel better?" He asked. I nodded, "yeah. It's not throbbing as much," I said. "The nurse said you might feel nauseous or dizzy." I looked up at him and smiled, "well, I don't feel either of those." He kissed my forehead, "good. So I was thinking tomorrow we could just lay around all day. I can take care of you."

I sat up and looked at him, "I want to go to school tomorrow," I said. He sat up, resting his back against the headboard. "Are you sure? You don't need to go to school. There will probably be a lot of new reporters and shit just waiting to get an interview with you." I sighed, "I know but I don't want to just sit at home. I need a distraction." He grabbed a hold of me and pulled me so I was straddling him.

"I could distract you," he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and lightly hit his chest. His hands moved up under his shirt I was wearing. "I could really distract you. Promise the only thing you'll be thinking about is how good my cock feels." I scoffed out a laugh, "Oh, my god, Stu!"

"That's one thing you'll be screaming." I squealed when he flipped me onto my back so he was hovering over me. "Let me make you feel good. Take away the bad thoughts," he said, kissing my neck. "I was almost gutted tonight, Stu. I don't think sex is going to take my mind off that," I told him. He stopped and looked at me. "I think if the killer wanted you dead, they would have killed you, babe. They only killed Casey and Steve. Makes me think it was personal don't you think?"

I shrugged, "maybe. And how do we know they weren't going to kill me? Maybe they were going to come back for me but her parents got home before they could," I said. "You need to relax, sweetheart. Just let me help you relax so you can sleep. And you don't need to worry about anything happening, I'm here and won't let anything happen to you." He pushed the shirt up slowly until he was pulling it up over my head. "Fuck, you're beautiful." His fingers hooked into the side of my panties and pulled them off. I was completely naked in front of him and to say I was kind of embarrassed would be an understatement.

I jumped when his fingers slid up my slit. His thumb came in contact with my clit and he started rubbing in circles. "So wet for me." He brought his mouth down to take my left nipple into his mouth while he slid two fingers into me. "Gotta stretch you out first so I don't hurt you," he said, after releasing the small bud. He continued to kiss down my body until he reached my pussy. "Mm. I've been wanting to taste you again since after school."

I gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth. With his mouth and fingers working me, an orgasm was very close. The coil in my lower stomach was getting tighter and tighter. His fingers curled up and hit just the right spot. My back arched off the bed, my walls cleaning down around his fingers. When I came back down he pulled away. Stu got off the bed and pulled his shirt and pajama pants off. When I looked over I gulped. He was definitely a little bigger than average. "I'd have you choke on my cock but I just want to be inside of you."

He got back on the bed and hovered over me. "I'll be gentle and if you need to stop just say so, okay?" I nodded before he connected our lips. Stu reached over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer own and grabbing a condom. 'Of course he has condoms in his drawer.' I thought to myself. It really isn't any sort of surprise.

After rolling it on he dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, brushing over my clit before going to line himself up with my entrance. "You ready, baby?" I nodded my head. "Words. I need you to use your words," he said. He pushed slightly but not enough to enter me. "Yes." As soon as the word left my mouth he was pushing into me slowly and gently. I felt the pressure and a slight burn but it wasn't too bad. "Shit. That's it, baby, just relax and open up for me."

When Stu was completely settled inside of me he stayed still to let me adjust. His lips were attached to my neck, one hand cupped my right breast, fingers pinch the hardened bud. "You feel so good wrapped around me, baby." He took my left leg and hiked it up over his hip. "You ready for me to move?" He asked. I nodded, "please." He smiled and kissed me, pulling out of me and pushing back in. "Fuck. You're so fucking tight."

My nails dug into his biceps, pain fading into pleasure. Stu’s pace sped up, wrapping both my legs around his waist. He groped my breast, twisting my nippled between his fingers. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.” He hit my g-spot, pulling a loud moan from me. “Stu, harder.” He groaned and fucked into me hatred and faster. Hand gripped my hips pulling me onto him as he pushed into me.

We paused when his phone rang, “who the fuck is calling this late?” Stu said annoyed. He leaned over and grabbed the phone, “hello?” He was silent for a minute then a smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah, she’s right here, Mr. Crawford.” He held out the phone for me to take. I reached my shaky hand up and took it from his, putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, sweetie, just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay.” I sighed and looked up at Stu, he smirked and slowly slid out of me. I gave him a warning look but he slammed back into me.

“Honey, are you okay?” My dad asked. “Mmhmm. Yeah, I’m fine. We were just getting ready for bed,” I told him. Stu continued to move in slow strokes, his thumb coming down to rub lazy circles on my clit. “Okay. Well, I don’t want you going to school tomorrow. I talked to Rich, he said Stu can stay home with you. But by no means are you to go anywhere by yourself, understood?” I put my hand on Stu’s chest to tell him to stop. My head was starting to get foggy. “Wait, no. I want to go to school tomorrow. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you,” I said, and hung up before he could argue with me.

“What the fuck, Stu?! What’s wrong with you?” I asked. His answer was to slam himself into me, wrapping his hand around my throat and fucking me hard. Then he flipped me over, pulling my hips up and slamming back into me from behind. I yelped when his hand came down onto the flesh of my ass. His fingers dug so hard into my skin there was no doubt I’d have bruises. I was a fucking mess, head foggy from pleasure, loud moans filled the room. Stu wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me up so my back was against his chest. “Taking me so fuck well. Being such a good slut for daddy.”

“Come for me, baby. Come around my cock like a good girl.” His other hand came around to press over my clit. “Stu! Fuck please,” I cried. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he said into my ear. “Fuck, please.” His thumb sped up, rubbing harsher circles. His cock slammed into my g-spot over and over. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?!” He hissed. “You!” He groaned as I clenched around him and came undone. “Fuck. Fuck! That’s it, baby, come for me.” A few more hard thrust and he was releasing into the condom and pulling out of me.

I fell back down onto the mattress, breathing heavy, and completely blissed out. “I’ll be right back.” I hummed and closed my eyes. I was slowly falling into a deep sleep when I felt a warm cloth on my inner thigh. I jumped but quickly relaxed. “Turn over, baby.” I did as asked and Stu gently cleaned me up before climbing into bed beside me and pulled the covers over me. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled into him. Before I knew it I was fading into a dreamless sleep.

[strawbxrryneptune]

Kinktober day one: Knife play

Cw: slight knife play, exhibitionism, fingering, slight penetration, dirty talk

Word count: 1,210

Watching Scream was a tradition with your roommate, but when his nest friend is involved, it's a bit more....interesting

Movie script is in italics!! Enjoy <3

♡♡

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You smile at the line, having heard it countless times.

“I don’t know.”

“You have to have a favorite.”

Your gaze tears away from the television for a second to watch your roommate’s friend, Bakugou, emerge from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

“Scream, really? This shit is old as fuck.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the bowl out of his hands once he gets close enough and turning back to the screen.

“So, you gotta boyfriend?”

“Why, you wanna ask me out?”

You giggle with Casey as she twirls her hair, sneaking a glance to the blonde next to you who's on his phone.

You wish he wasn't such a killjoy. You would love to be curled up in his strong, meaty arms right now, enjoying the classics of Halloween.

“Somethin’ on my face, Doll?”

You gasp, turning back towards the movie and flushing when you hear his huff of laughter.

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“Because I wanna know who I'm looking at.”

The doorbell rings suddenly, and you almost piss yourself at the timing. Reaching over to pause the movie, you get up and plop the half empty bowl of popcorn back into Bakugou’s hands and move towards the door, ignoring his grumbles of how annoying you are.

Opening the door, you shiver from the chill outside, before feeling your heart warm at the cute sight of your roommate, Kirishima, standing in front of you with two huge domino bags.

“Hey, y/n, ya miss me?”

You laugh, grabbing the bags.

“Nah, just the food.”

Smiling at his fake pout, you make your way back to the sofa and plop down next to Bakugou, who’s dozing off. You reach over to slap his chest and he catches your hand right before impact, cracking a dark eye open and staring you down, causing heat to erupt in your lower tummy.

“Oh, sorry, I….”

He holds your gaze, lips curled up slightly in a half snarl. His hands are big, alarmingly so, and warm. The softness of them soothes you, and you find yourself leaning slightly forward, watching his eyes dilate and darken, plush lips parting and letting out a sharp exhale, before he retracts his hand from your wrist, turning his head to the side in an attempt to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

You stumble back, flopping onto your side of the couch in a daze, unaware of Kirishima watching you from the kitchen island, a knowing look on his face as he preps the plates and gets drinks.

20 minutes pass, pizza devoured and soda sloshing happily in your belly. You’re resting with your head laid on the back of the couch, lazily watching the movie. Kirishima’s invested , sitting on the floor in front of you wrapped in a Fatgum blanket. You watch Ghostface appear on the screen and, before you can stop it, your thoughts fly out of your mouth.

“Is it just me, or is Ghostface fine as fuck?"

Kirishima laughs, turning his head to look at you.

“You mean Billy?”

You shake your head, sitting up all the way.

"Stu?"

“No no no, Ghostface. The voice, the body, the way you can't tell who's under, it's just really hot.”

Kirishima roars in laughter, turning back around to continue the movie as his eyes tear up.

“So yer telling me yer attracted to fuckin masked killers.”

Bakugou stares at you, earning himself a glare from you.

“Obviously if he wanted to kill me I wouldn't be turned on-”

“Oh, so if i took this,”

You turn your head as Bakugou grabs the knife you were gonna use for the brownies from the coffee table.

“And did this,”

He reaches for you and before you can register what's happening he has his arm wrapped around your chest, knife held to your throat.

“You wouldn’t wet yer fuckin’ panties?”

You let out a shaky exhale, trying not to go dumb as you start to heat up, clit throbbing under your panties as he gently traces the cool metal down your throat.

“You-you wanna kill me?”

He chuckles, leaning down to lick up the shell of your ear.

“Not the answer I was lookin’ for, Pretty.”

He slides his hand down your belly, thick fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. You whine softly, moving your hips in a circle to get his fingers moving, bumping against his bulge in the process. He makes a punched noise before moaning directly into your ear, hips rolling up.

You sigh and tilt your head back, slowly rocking your hips back against him and pressing soft, tickling kisses to his flushed neck. He’s panting, letting out breathy “hah’s” with every push of your ass against his crotch. He withdraws his hand from your underwear, only to grab your own hand and push it down with his, sliding yours and his finger inside of you. You have to bite your lip hard to keep a moan from ripping itself from your throat, placing your mouth back on his sweaty skin once he begins curling his fingers inside of you.

He brings the knife back up, trailing it along your lower tummy, up your chest, along your throat and stopping just under your jaw, pushing down ever so slightly and making your head spin, eyes rolling back as you jerk your hips to try and get him to put another finger.

"Mmh, you like that, slut? Want me to slit your fucking throat?"

You answer with a garbled moan, fingers twitching when he finally sinks two more of his fingers inside you along with two of yours, the stretch making you whine. Immediately he stops, and you almost whine again when you remember Kirishima sitting inches away from you, the back of his head right in front of your dripping cunt.

"Shit, you wanna get caught or sumthin'? I dunno about you but I'm not too keen on sharing what's fuckin mine."

You shake your head, sinking your teeth into his shoulder and continuing to rock your hips against his hand, eyes knocked into the back of your head as he takes his fingers out to rub slow, lazy circles on your clit. He shuffles a little under you, the knife disappearing before you feel his thick, sticky cockhead glide over your slit, popping in ever so slightly. You shake your head violently, trying to get Bakugou to stop.

“Bakugou, nnngf, it’s too much, m’gonna cum-”

He shuts you up with a sloppy kiss, saliva dribbling down your lips as he finally gets his tip inside, pushing in slightly farther before you're convulsing, squeezing him so good. The both of you cum just like that, tangled together on the couch behind Kirishima as the last 5 minutes of the movie plays in front of you. 

When you come down, the credits start to roll, and you both look at each other in horror. When you hear soft breathing and snoring, however, you loosen up and relax. He was sleeping.

“Lets clean ourselves up-”

“Hah? I didnt get to properly fuck you, idiot. The knife wasn't even real, that shit’s for butter. Sit your pretty ass down and grind on my fuckin’ cock.”

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

into the gloom you left behind

Title taken from the poem It Bruises, Too by Kwame Dawes.

Prompt: Left Behind

TMNT IDW.

(tw kidnapping, family separation, very tangent references to noncon, grief, guilt, implied mind control, mental health issues, catatonia)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

Dear Leo,  

I honestly don’t know if this letter will find you. I’m going to print copies off of Don’s computer and leave them all over the city, stick them in places we used to go together—some of our good scavenging spots, that library you like, that one cool spot by the river, the access tunnel into Broadway, some of your favorite spots in Central Park or the High Line. Like messages in a bottle, cause if you leave enough one's gotta find its destination.  

I’ll even try to leave a few near the Foot stronghold if I can. That place stinks, btw—how can you stand it, dude?  

Hold on, I should probably let you know who's writing to you just in case the amnesia theory's right. In fact, maybe I should give you a rundown on who you are while I'm at it.  

Your name's Leo--full name Hamato Leonardo. You're a kickass leader, an amazing ninja, and you love to read even though you don't give yourself a lot of time for it. You've got a dad who's also a teacher and a rat, a mom who loves you a ton even if she's not around you anymore, and three awesome younger brothers: Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. I've drawn a picture of us on the bottom, so you can get a better sense of who we are. Sorry if it's a little rough.  

We've got some cool friends, too, but I don't want to name them in case this ends up in the wrong hands. The rest of us are already way too deep in...I guess you could call it a war? And we might be on different sides. Don't worry, though! It's not your fault and you're gonna remember where you belong pretty soon.  

I'm Mikey, your youngest and coolest brother, and I'm writing to you because...because, well, I know you don't like it when we curse, but we fucked up, Leo. See, we were running from this guy named Shredder, a really bad dude who killed us in our past lives (Donnie wants me to add "might have" so fine, whatever, he might have killed us in our maybe past lives).  

Anyway, he wants us dead now, and he hurt our friend Casey real bad, so we were running away from him trying to get Casey to the hospital. Only you got hit by a tranquilizer or something and you fell, and we didn't see you. None of us even noticed we were gone until we were at the hospital, and by the time we went back to look for you it was too late.  

You were...changed. You didn't recognize us anymore. You were all weird and violent and we were so scared, but under it all I could tell you were hurting. Shredder hurt you so deep you couldn't even figure out who or where you were, not really.  

I know it's not you, though. It's not. I don't know exactly what happened to you, but I'm trying to keep believing that you didn't mean to hurt us. The Leo I know would never attack his own brothers like that.  

Although I guess it wouldn't be entirely out of left field. We did leave you behind, after all. I guess that's why this sort of feels like an apology letter as much as anything.  

I'm sorry, Leo. So very, very sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you and I sorry we messed up and I swear on my life that when you come home, we'll never leave you behind again.  

I say when and not if because you will come home. We've been working around the clock to get you back, trying to figure out how to get you away from Shredhead. There's an answer to what's been done to you, a cure.  

I don't know if the Tin Can used electricity on you like the Winter Soldier, or magic like Splinter thinks, or demons like in all those movies you don't let me watch, but we can figure it out. We're smart that way.  

Although I gotta admit, it is hard to get our shit together the way things are right now. I don't think I ever realized how much work you put into leading and coordinating us, keeping us all on task. We're all guilty and stressed out and we keep getting into fights when we're together, fights I know you would have shut down right away.  

But even when we fight, we agree about how much you love you. Because you are loved, Leo, so very much. You're one of the most loved turtles in New York, maybe in the whole world. I don't know if it feels like it right now, but you've got a whole family who loves you to bits and who's not going to stop before you're home.  

Raph misses you a ton, you know. You guys fought before everything happened, but it doesn't matter anymore, not that it ever really did. He'd do anything to get you back. And Don's working himself to the bone trying to figure out how to help you, to give you the protection you need. Master Splinter spends every day meditating, trying to figure out how everything fits together, how to help you the most.  

And me? I do what I can. I'm trying to keep your room clean, you know, without messing up your stuff too much. When I'm not doing that or out looking for you I've been trying out some new Japanese dishes, stuff I think you'd like for your welcome home feast. Cool, yeah?  

If that's not enough incentive, you'll be able to pick the show for every movie night for a month after you come back. We've decided. Raph's gonna bitch and moan about it later, but whatever, he'll live. I don't even care if your stuff is burning, because seeing how happy it makes you is enough.  

As I'm writing this I'm thinking about what you might be doing right now. I want to think you just train all day like you used to and bitch at Karai or whatever, that all Shredder makes you do is kick some Savate around, but I don't know.  

He could be making you do bad things, or doing bad things to you, things we can't see. Sometimes I hear Donnie and Raph talking about it, but they always clam up when they walk by. I think they know something I don't but I'm too scared to ask.  

And you know what? I don't care. Whatever he makes you do, whatever happens while you're with the Foot, you're still our brother. There's nothing you can do to make us stop loving you and doing everything we can to help you heal. We'll look after you, Leo, I promise, same way you look after us.  

You're going to come home, and then we're all going to kick Shredder to the moon and go out for the best pizza we can find. You know, Chicago-level pizza. That's a promise, big brother, and I always keep my promises to you, same way you keep your promises to me.  

I have to go now, dude. I've got a meeting with someone who's going to help me figure out how to get you away from Shredhead and bring you home. I'll tell you more when you get back, okay? You'll want to hear all about it, and you know how much I like to tell stories.  

Love love love love,  

Mikey  

P.S. I promise not to watch any more episodes of She-Ra until you get back. Yes, you do too watch it with me, even if you're supposed to be way too macho. I've noticed that you're in the room every time I turn it on, you know.  

Oroku Saki doesn't crumple the letter or throw it at the wall, although the paper crinkles ever so slightly as he lowers his hand. He lifts his head, gaze unreadable through the helmet as his eyes bore into the black-clad man kneeling before him.

"Where did he find this?"

The man shifts a little, eyes darting anxiously. "Lion...no, Princess and Crow, my lord."

Saki nods. "I see. Outside a pizza shop?"

"Yes. DG's Corner, I think it was called. Should we stake it out?"

"Perhaps. I will have to think on it." The Shredder turns the letter over in his handle, examining the picture carefully drawn in colored pencil. A rat and a woman hold hands over four small turtles in red, purple, orange, and blue. Each figure is carefully labeled, including the one in blue, who is designated You (Leo).

"Did you see when or why he picked it up?"

"No, my lord. I apologize," the man replies, eyes downcast. "He was leading the group when we realized he'd stopped, and we found him holding the letter in his hands."

Saki nods slowly. "What happened?"

The man shrugs. "He just looked kind of confused, my lord. A little blank. We could see him staring at the paper, but it didn't really look like he was reading; his eyes weren't moving. He looked so out of it we thought he'd been hit with--"

"And then what?"

"Well, he looked up at us--through us, almost. It was...odd." The man squirms slightly, keeping his eyes carefully fixed on the ground. "I asked him what it was, and he said he didn't know. I mean, I could tell it was English, so I wasn't sure how he couldn't figure out something, but he just told us he had to go back home. By the time we got back to the base, he was, well..."

He gestures to the turtle sitting next to him. Oroku Leonardo sits with his back straight, chewing his lip gently as he stares off into the middle distance. He clearly has not processed what his companion, his erstwhile second on his last mission, has said, or any other part of the conversation. He has clearly not been processing anything for a while.

Saki sinks to his knees before the little turtle, lifting Leonardo's chin. "Her spell's fighting back, good," he says, almost to himself. "I hope she manages to shore the cracks up properly."

"Sir?" the other Foot soldier asks.

"Take the chunin to Mistress Kitsune," Saki orders, not looking up. "She will undoubtedly be able to help him. When she's done there, bring him back to my chambers."

"Yes, sir," the Foot soldier says, rising to his feet. He's got the look of a man carefully not knowing the full meaning of back to my chambers.  

"Oh, and Lieutenant?" Saki calls, giving Leonardo a little nudge. The boy stands up obediently, if a little hesitantly, and Saki rises to join him.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have Kitsune take a look at you and the other soldiers on that mission as well. It wouldn't do to get any unseemly rumors started."

The man's eyes widen slightly behind the mask, but his respect and fear for Saki are stronger than his terror of Kitsune. "Yes, sir." He bows out of the room and heads off down the hall, Leonardo trotting at his heels.

Saki looks back at the troublesome letter. Tracking down and disposing of them all will be tricky, but luckily his soldiers are very good at destroying things without question. Leonardo will never have his doubt or mind shaken by such a pitiful silly little piece of paper again.

He turns to the nearby fire and tosses the paper in among the flames. It's gone all too soon, chewed up and devoured, with nothing but a bit more smoke to mark the way.

_____

The street names Lion, Princess and Crow, and DG's pizza shop are shoutouts to my amazing fellow writers and freaks-in-arms @leonsi, @princessgemma12, @crow-dog-blogs, and @dg-darkfantasy.

[itsmaddienotmaddy]

Half baked midnight takes?? I HAVE them

USWNT v. Australia (the friendly version Pt. 1)

Casey Murphy = player of the match, duh. That’s a first cap, my GOD. And we’re all thinking it and saying it… Jane who?

Cook and Baby T? Center backs of the future? I can see it and it doesn’t make me worried at all. It’s a nice feeling. Truly. So composed. I love the Stanford buddies

HOWEVER. Not quite sure why the most capped player on the back line who just won a championship (and played v v well) at center back is not being played at center back. Sonnett does fine at right back. She had some decent tackles and header clearances. Did less fine at left back. But idk why she’s not put in a position to succeed or at least given an opportunity to try. Her near goal was also very exciting

Emily Fox had good runs up the side. Very USWNT wing back esque. But if she wasn’t 100%, which was clear, not big on the decision to play her now instead of waiting until the next game

Sofia!! Back with a well deserved cap and her header to start the Midge run to the Rose goal was so GOOD. She runs through the ball really well, and is extremely hard to stop once she gets going. I’m excited for her to play more.

And Becky came in the game! Corralled the kids and made sure they finished with a clean sheet. Big shout out and thanks to Mama Rebecca

Rose. Is. Probably. Concussed. I usually do not disagree with Vlatko this much but holy shit she did not look well after that. The risk was…?? I’m not gonna sit here and be mad that she scored a banger or sliced and diced the Australian back line, but I am concerned + care about the well being of her BRAIN

Lindsey had a slower start. She was all talked up as the leader and then struggled a bit to keep possession. Complete 180 and second half was controlled and much, much better. Things go well when the ball moves through her in the midfield. She went down a LOT, but to be fair, she gets pushed a LOT. And she drew that PK and buried it.

Andi. Girl was going through it out there. I expected her to stay back a bit more defensively than she actually did. I can cut her and pretty much all the gals that played last weekend some slack because they have got to be TIRED. Coming back after a nosebleed always seems so badass. Though how she got it.. that header.. lol MAAM.

Ashley Sanchez. Not a lot of time but I thought she did great!! More minutes for her plz

Kristie. Again. Not too much time. Vlatko. My dude. Put her on the field with her gf. It’s what the people want. Also, her corners remain sexy

Midge! She gets an exclamation point because her assist was gorgeous and she had moments of absolute brilliance. But she was quiet most of the game, a little lost in the mix in the first half. She did put in the work to come help on defense too which was mucho appreciated.

Lynn. Highly underrated in the header flick that led to Hatch’s goal. I’m so happy she gets to be in Australia with her boyfriend! But we did see some classic Lynn overthinking and not just playing. Free Lynn and let her run everywhere. She seemed more stagnant

Ashley Hatch. I mean. That goal. Definitely what she did all season to get that golden boot so it wasn’t surprising. That touch was sweet and she buried it. Wasn’t doing too much the rest of the game, but made her mark in that first minute!! And her work rate was there, I was v aware of her making those defensive runs.

Morgan Weaver. What’s more baby than Baby Horse?? She wanted a debut like Hatch so bad. But she spent the majority of her time on the field falling onto the ground. To quote School of Rock, just a little sloppy joe. Gotta tighten it up. She needs time, experience, all those good things. Out of the young players, she definitely plays the ‘youngest’

Bethany Balcer. Her journey is so cool so for her to finally get a cap is so fun. I want to see more minutes for her because she was settling into the game and really looked dangerous on a few occasions.

I think that’s everyone. So many people played. I’m glad we won. Can’t wait to watch it all again at the ass crack of dawn. SEE YALL THEN

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Jinkies (Donatello x Female!Reader)

Synopsis: It Scooby-doobie-do be like that sometimes (purposefully unhelpful)

Genre: Crack, Fluff (around the edges), obvious flirting, misunderstandings

Word count: 2106

Warning: Bisexual Reader

Notes: I know I've got like 20+ request to do, but I'm running out of October and I gotta post this now!

"Hey, Angelcakes times two!" his younger brother's voice bounced off the concrete walls of their domain, as Donatello braced himself for one of the few social conventions they ever get to attend. And "attend" was hardly appropriate to say, they were hosting it, but he decided not to have a semantics debate with himself.

"Hey, Raphie! Look at you!" April's excitement was tangible through the air, she'd told them some days prior that she loved Halloween though she rarely got to celebrate it because of work, and didn't really get much trick or treating done as a kid since there was no one to be her chaperone.

'Okay, Donnie.' he encouraged, 'You can do this! It's just a party!'

'You're not good at those.' his inner cynic remarked.

'It's just your family. Aaand Casey.'

'And your ex-crush and your current one in a room with your brothers who have a knack for embarrassing you, and a shit ton of alcohol.'

'Not helping.' he scolded his inner saboteur.

"Donnie, you in there?" of course Leo had to break his pep sesh, and to be completely honest he was glad someone did, he was not doing a great job.

'Here we go.' he put his glasses back on after he'd gone to the bathroom to splash himself into full alert. And then he made the mistake to look up.

He couldn't tell if his attempt at a costume was hilarious or pathetic, but there was some overlap between those two, so maybe he fit in both.

Mikey had whined to him and his brothers for hours about actually putting in an effort this year since it was the first time 'we have chicks over, dude', and once Raph had tried to shoot the idea down, he had received one of the few but infamous Mikey glares. Even though, the 'chick' in that was their long-time friend and ally, April, and the new addition to their social circle, (Y/N).

And therein lies the issue. Would (Y/N) get the costume? Would she find it funny? Or cool? Does it even matter?

Sure, he hadn’t put THAT much effort into it but he’d gone through the trouble of gluing fake elf ears to his head, and some cutout eyebrows to the frame of his glasses, but what he was most proud of was the broach. He didn’t usually make things to be pretty, he made them to be practical, but the Starfleet insignia broach was something that was entire style, no substance and he was proud of it.

"Donnie!"

'Shit, Leo's still there...'

"Okay, okay!"

His eldest brother grumbled something as he left the restroom, though he lacked the bandwidth to discern his words. Didn't seem to matter anyway.

Out of the safety of the bathroom, he was forced to face the music. On his walk to the living room, the echo amplified the loud music and chatter, and along with them, his anxiety.

'Relax! You know her! You've talked, she's cool. She gets you! Why is this so difficult!'

Maybe it was the lack of his gadgets, his goggles his bo, all of the things that usually covered him up, apparently they served as emotional support as well.

"Hey, four eyes! Where you been?"

'Oh my stars, Raph, why are you like this? '

Raphael received no response however, as once Donnie lifted his gaze to the room he saw, what he considered, a dream.

There she was, aglow with the neon lights of Mikey's decorations, dressed as his childhood crush.

Velma.

As much as it felt wrong to admit it orange looked good on her, and so did those massive glasses, and short bob wig. Though he suspected that your skirt was a bit too short for Hanna-Barbera, but accuracy was not on his mind at that moment.

"Woah, Donnie!" she seemed to have noticed him too.

He looked down at the ground, trying to put together a response though he was abruptly cut off as something hit his chest and wrapped around his shoulders. He lifted his head again, just to find it right by yours.

Oh, yeah, he forgot (Y/N) was an aggressive hugger.

'Shit, she smells like coffee and cake....'

'Delicious... '

"I should've bet money you'd do Spock!"

Your enthusiasm was contagious as always, and he finally gathered the courage the return your hug.

“Of course, I don’t even struggle with the three finger salute.” his deadpan grumble somehow made her laugh, though she did have to let him go at a certain point, which was disappointing but understandable.

“Gotta say, crazy eyebrows look good on you.”

. . .

‘She complemented you, dunce, say something back!’

“And... large glasses suit you. I’m gonna miss them after today.” that made her giggle again, and he found his heart squeezing in his chest as his skin heated up.

“Those are real, I just prefer contacts. But I might wear them more often if I’ll get your eyes on me.” and with that she chuckled mischievously once more, turned and skipped towards the refreshments table.

There was something about the though of her in glasses and nothing else that made his brain short-circuit.

“Bro, get your jaw off the floor. You’re gettin’ obvious.” Mikey commented unhelpfully, though it did serve to remind him he was still in a social setting, gawking was simply inappropriate.

“Hey, Donnie.” the relaxed voice of April brought him back to reality, though he did wonder for a second how he was going to survive this gathering with this woman so close, and flirty, without being able to be alone with his thoughts for even a second.

He turned his head to her, and lo and behold, she had donned a purple dress, shoes and cravat and a curly ginger wig.

Oh, this was a setup. No doubt.

“So, you two are in cahoots, huh?”

This must be a setup.

“Oh, this?” she pulled at the bottom of her dress, and twirled a bit as if to show off the rest of her costume.

‘Yes, April. That.’

“It was actually (Y/N)’s idea. She knew somehow you liked Scooby Doo.” wink.

‘There it is! That’s a clear admission of guilt!’

Then April, the woman he had been infatuated with for years before (Y/N) showed up and took her place in his heart and mind, leaned in close as if to share a secret, and whispered, “Now’s the night, buddy.”

‘What do you know?’

April had, somehow, for years failed to see his crush on her but did instantaneously clock when his attention shifted to the new girl instead. Or did she fail?

“Don, movie’s about to start!” she hollered from the couch.

‘When did everyone move to the couch and how did I not notice?’

As he approached he saw her in between Leonardo and Raphael, with her feet out of those seemingly-practical shoes, the heels of her high stockings on the edge of the couch.

“Ah, nut! Forgot my drink.” she jumped, somewhat gracefully over the back of the couch and ran towards the kitchen.

“Rookie mistake!” April let out a menacing laugh as she got off her spot on a cushion on the floor and took the other girl’s place.

“Hey, that’s my spot!” she protested once she noticed she’d been robbed.

“Not anymore!”

A heavy sigh left the younger girl as she rolled her eyes, and with her drink in hand, walked towards the large cushions in front of the couch where the traitor had been mere seconds ago.

Donnie found himself giggling at these two, it seemed like they’d known each other for ages, and the way both of them fit snugly into the turtles’ mini society gave him an odd feeling of hope for the future.

Casey, who he’d been accidentally ignoring this whole time, was relegated to a bean bag on the side of the couch, so was Mikey, leaving the couch itself to Raph, April and Leo.

Bummer. Although, he could use the opportunity to sit down next to their new Velma! Yes, his back would hurt and his ass would, at a point, feel stiff, but those are minor sacrifices, compared to getting to sit down next to (Y/N) for an undisclosed amount of time, getting to study that intoxicating scent she’d chosen for the night.

For whatever reason Raph and Casey  were the two who got to choose a movie, and after a game of rock, paper, scissors, and Casey’s subsequent victory a film was chosen and it all began.

It was some weird, tacky horror movie about a video game ‘Stay Alive’ or whatever it was, generally dull, but Donnie could not be bothered to pay attention.

Because as soon as the most minimal kind of gore showed up on screen he heard a loud gasp, and something warm latched onto his arm.

‘No, this is not happening, it’s not happening, it is NOT happening!’

Her tiny (t him) hands wrapped around his bicep as much as they could and her forehead fell onto his shoulder as if to force herself to look away.

Meanwhile he was frozen. There it was again, that overwhelming need to breathe but also stay completely still. He could not tell how time was passing, and why it felt diferent, but he could feel her getting progressively closer, at first fully laying her head on his shoulder, then unwrapping one of her hands from his arm and putting it on his knee. He had no clue where she got all that courage from though, he was compelled to ask, because the whole time this was taking place, he was entirely paralyzed, afraid that if he moved a muscle, the moment would ripple away, and she would be gone.

“Well... that sucked!” she commented, going to get up off the cushion, and going to find her shoes.

“Yeah, I second that. Casey, you’re never picking movies again.” added April also getting up, to go where? He wasn’t certain.

“They got ya, Case, it was shit.”

“And what was that thing with he roses?” grumbled Raph and Mikey, as their resident police officer desperately tried to defend his movie of choice.

‘It’s over? But it just started?’

The girls returned from the kitchen, while Donnie was still trying to process how time had gotten away from him, and an orange skirt flared in his vision as (Y/N) sat back next to him.

“I say we watch the new Scooby Doo movie.”

‘Oh, very funny.’

“I second that!” said April again.

“Ya two gangin’ up on us?”

“Girls gotta stick together, Raph.”

“Besides, Velma is canonically a lesbian, so sticking with Daphne is hardly gonna be a problem.”

The two of you had the audacity to laugh!

What?!

Is that what this was?!

So it was a setup after all?!

The rest of the night passed relatively normally, with candy, and junk food and some alcohol being exchanged, and Donnie finally got to engage in some of it even after that episode. He was determined not to overthink just for the night, he’d have plenty of time to do that after you left.

“Hey.” a small warm hand landed onto his arm, and that intoxicating aroma again, “you’ve been distant tonight. Everything okay?”

No.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” she didn’t seem convinced, though, so he elaborated, “It’s just... You two with April...”

He didn’t know how to phrase his thoughts, or even what his thoughts were. And he was certain he did not have the social experience necessary to process what had transpired.

“Ha!” laughter again, and in the back of his mind he wondered whether he’d become a comedian overnight, “Donnie, that was a joke!”

Huh?

“So... you’re not.... together?”

Another giggle from her and if the moment hadn’t been so awkward, he would have found the sound delightful, though it seemed the day had drained his capacity to feel joy, at least temporarily.

“No!” her head fell back, and the wig nearly slipped as she laughed in earnest and a small smile started to creep onto his lips.

“Besides, I don’t mind switching my Daphne with a Spock sometimes. I swing both ways, you know.”

Wink.

This woman was gonna be the death of him.

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Notes 2: Electric Boogaloo: I know this isn’t one of my finest works, it looks, and reads horribly, I hate the way it sounds, so honestly, if any of y’all wants to rewrite it PLEASE DO and tag me on it, I want to see it in it’s best form. Also, the sketch is rushed too but... tone consistency I guess... Hope you somewhat enjoyed!

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[sylvies-chen]

Brettsey + Making a snack for the other one as they work

"Guys, something's wrong with Casey."

Gallo eyed his fellow Truck members dangerously, his eyes worriedly moving from their group at the common room table over to the kitchen.

He hadn't meant to spy on his Captain, really. It started out as a peaceful lunch, where Gallo was just eating his food in peace and talking with Ritter, Mouch, and Stella. Only his eyes had accidentally wandered over to the kitchen island, where he saw Matt standing there making something that not even a prison would feed to inmates. It struck him as horrifyingly concerning, so he'd alerted his fellow firefighters right away-- with the utmost discretion.

"What are you talking about, he's just making a sandwich," Ritter told him, barely looking up from his plate.

"Dude, I swear! Something's wrong with him, very very wrong. Look at what he's putting on it," Gallo protested, pointing over to Casey. At this point, the interest of Stella and Mouch was peaked too, and the three of them followed Gallo's finger to observe their Captain.

When they noticed just the same strange, unappetizing combination of ingredients, their faces soured in confused disgust too.

The bread part of the sandwich was normal, using the same whole wheat slices the firehouse normally gets. But the inner sides of each slice were being heavily slathered with peanut butter, and the ingredients he had out to put on it were things not made for a sandwich. A bag of marshmallows sat on one side, Casey grabbing a handful and putting it on one side. On the other, he put those small little sliced sandwich pickles-- the sweet ones Gallo's mom would always buy for him at the corner store. They've seen fires and car wrecks and 2nd degree burns, but this was by far the scariest thing he'd seen in his life. He looked over to the others, the same shocked expressions on their faces, and knew they felt somewhat the same.

Gallo probably shouldn't have been proud of it, but he was damn glad he was right about something for once instead of being made out to be crazy.

"Oh God," Ritter exclaimed with a wince. "Do you think he's really going to eat that?"

"I'm somewhat of a foodie myself but even I have my limits," Mouch added. "And that, my friends, is one foul looking sandwich."

Stella leaned in, causing the others to lean in to and form a small but discreet huddle at the table. "Should we say something?" She asked.

"We've gotta," Mouch insisted. "Casey is too good of a firefighter to eat something like that and potentially give himself a heart attack. Or the runs."

"I don't know, he's our Captain," Ritter countered. "It could go south real fast."

Gallo looked between his friends, mulling it over for a moment before giving a decisive nod. "I'll do it."

Ritter's eyes went wide. "You're the bravest guy I know," he blurted out in comedic awe.

"More like stupid," Stella chipped in, leaning back in her chair and raising her hands in surrender. "Have fun on your suicide mission, Gallo. It was nice knowing ya."

"Love the support, thank you for that," he replied sarcastically. "Ritter, if I don't make it back... I want you to have all of my stuff."

"That's so sweet man. I mean you're stuff's all garbage anyway but that's so sweet of you," Ritter cooed, giving a jokingly emotional sniffle. Gallo gave him one last grin and a thumbs up, before his eyes went narrow and he prepared himself for what was to come.

He walked up to the kitchen island, trying his best to act casual and play it cool. "Heyyy there, Captain," he started awkwardly.

Casey looked up from his horrid concoction, eyeing him for a moment. Gallo got the distinct feeling his attempt at being casual was only raising more suspicion, but Casey's eyes went back down to the cutting board and didn't think much of it. "Hey, Gallo."

"So, uh, I-- I mean all of us-- we were just wondering if you could maybe, I don't know..."

Gallo searched for the words (or rather the courage to say the ones he'd already found) as Casey sighed and looked up to him. "If you have something to say then spit it out already, Gallo. Don't be shy."

Casey's firm Captain voice was enough pressure to send all of the words flooding out of Gallo in one panicked exhale. "You can't eat that sandwich, Captain. You jut can't. It's the most disgusting thing we've ever seen and it'll probably give you a heart attack and we really like having you around so just please put the butter knife down and don't eat that horrible, horrible thing."

Matt's eyes widened slightly at Gallo's sudden outburst. A moment of silence hung in the air when Casey looked at him, then down at the sandwich, then back up at him. "Listen to me, Gallo," Matt started, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him in. "You're right: this sandwich is awful. It's the worst thing I've ever had to make. But you are not going to mention anything about this sandwich again, and that's an order. Am I clear?"

Gallo's muscles froze up in shock (and in fear, admittedly, because Captain Casey can be scary when he wants to be). He gave a small nod and swallowed hard, his nerves kicking in and making him stutter. "Y-yes, copy that, Captain."

"Good," Matt replied, nodding in satisfaction.

Gallo should have left it at that, really. He was happy to get away with his life, the smart thing to do was go back to the table. But everyone at the table was eyeing him expectantly, and when he turned back to see them he knew he couldn't resist the temptation to ask follow-up questions. "Uh, sorry, I just have to know. I'll drop it after this, Captain, I promise. But... why are you going to eat a disgusting sandwich like that?"

Matt cut the sandwich in half, putting it on a plastic plate before looking up at Gallo with a slightly frustrated glance. "I'm not making it for myself," he explained simply with a shrug.

"Then who are you making it for--" Gallo began to ask but was then interrupted by someone hobbling into the common room, her peppy tone making her instantly recognizable before Gallo even turned around to see who it was.

A very starving and very pregnant Sylvie stood before them, making her way over to where they were standing as ambo returned from a call.

"Hey, Gallo," she greeted him kindly before turning to Matt.

Before anything else was said and before Gallo could even try to make sense of all of this, Casey grabbed the plate with the sandwich on it and handed it over to his wife. Gallo was about to run, preparing to shield himself from the colossal shit Casey was about to get himself in by handing his own damn wife a horrendous sandwich like that. Only she didn't retract in disgust or even sour her face. Instead, she lit up in excitement.

"You made me lunch?"

"Yep," Matt confirmed with a grin. She leaned over the island, her hand resting on the small baby bump that'd formed on her over the past four months, and kissed Matt soundly on the lips.

"My hero," she cooed into the kiss. "Ugh, this baby's been making me hungrier than usual, I'm starving. Thank you so much."

"Of course," he replied sweetly, giving Gallo a knowing glance as if to make sure their conversation from earlier stayed between them. Once Gallo returned the glance and nodded to assure Matt he got the message, Matt relaxed a little and moved around the island to stand by his wife's side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and rubbing circles on her arm.

It all made sense now to Gallo. It doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together and figure out Sylvie Brett's weird pregnancy craving and it's disgusting combination of ingredients. And he understood Casey's insistence on Gallo keeping his mouth shut now. If Gallo were him, he wouldn't want his wife to hear someone bad-mouthing her pregnancy cravings either. The wrath that would be unleashed would be unbearable. He'd seen Sylvie's tough side before-- the side of her Stella lovingly called "Sylvie 'Two Ts' Brett" for some reason-- and knew better than to mess with it.

Sylvie gave her husband and Captain one last kiss before humming happily and biting into the sandwich. Not a single expression of disgust was made, instead happily groaning as her craving was satisfied. From the table, Gallo, Stella, Ritter, and Mouch all eyed her with utter shock. Pregnancy cravings must be strong as hell-- or maybe it was just Sylvie who was the stone-cold killer, being able to eat a sandwich like that. They didn't know.

All they knew was that Matt smiled with the smallest bit of amusement dancing in his eye as he lovingly watched his wife eat her disgusting sandwich, and Gallo thought a love like that was stronger than any craving could dream to be.

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Okokok here this: april, reader and casey try to prank the boys. How does it go. With who does it fails/success, what was the prank, do they get caught? Do the boys get revenge, and if so, how?

Also, splinter sees it all unfolds, does he just gets himself a snack and watch, or does he tries to subtly join in without getting caught? (We all know hes got a playful side cmon)

Bonus: they try to prank vern too, maybe the boys join in to prank him? What do they do? Does he retaliate?

Okay so I admit I let my brain go nuts on this one, so it's a little long but I was cackling the entire time I was writing it.

TMNT Headcanons

Prank Wars

Leonardo

In your complete and utter defence, Leo had 100% started this

And also in your defence, you did tell him not to

Twice

But he tricked you into watching a horror movie and ended up dying your hair green

This meant war

You'd even wrapped up April and Casey into it

Their problems were your problems

Which meant that April was the one who convinced Splinter not to say anything to his sons

He was perfectly happy to oblige

Casey was just there to help set things up

And you liked the way his mind worked

The objective wasn't to go unnoticed, there would be no point in doing it and having no proof

You were doing this to prove that you could

Leo had emphasized that he couldn't be distracted

That you were to obvious and clumsy to prank him without him noticing

Challenge fucking accepted

And that's how you ended up at the kitchen table eating lunch with April and Casey when the boys were coming back from meditating with Splinter

April kept having to shove food in her mouth to hide her laughter

Casey just decided to wear sunglasses

And you kept overpowering the urge to smirk

"Hey guys, good to see you. Y/n have you seen my katanas?"

With the obstruction of water in your mouth you just nodded at him, pointing to the other room

He sauntered off, none the wiser to your victorious grin

When he came back in only a moment later his expression had done a complete 180

Leo made direct eye contact with you and you held that stare like a wolf cornered in its den

"does someone want to explain why my katanas are encased in blueberry jello?"

You raised your hand like a child in class

"hate to break it to you, but it's actually berry blue you uncultured bitch"

Raphael

Ohhhh you were so undeniably dead

A whole other level of six feet under

It wasn't a surprise that April and Casey had backed out on this one

It also wasn't a surprise that Splinter had offered to stand up for you if things went sideways

Donnie even gave you a sheet of paper with a list of hiding spots before hand

All of this went completely unnoticed by Raph, the target of your latest scheme.

And that was fine, you had only one objective here-

Make it out alive

But it was amazing what 1 person could do with some extra cash and internet access

So that's what led you to your current position.

Cross legged on the bench, watching the large red terrapin get ready for his first set, that in itself wasn't unusual, you always watched him lift just in case you needed to run and grab someone if something went wrong

Raph was none the wiser to your plan

At least that's what you thought

Your book was in your lap and you were calmly scanning your pages, somewhat comprehending the words but keeping a very close eye on the turtle across from you

"Hey y/n?"

You peeked over the edge of your book to meet his eyes

And your heart sank to your stomach

"Yeah Raph?"

He smirked at you, taking a lumbering step forward

"You ever seen that episode of the Office where Jim fills Dwight's phone with nickels so when he takes 'em out Dwight punches himself in the face?"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

"Uh... No, can't say that I have, why do you ask?"

That damn smile got even wider and all of your muscles tensed, you were ready to bolt

"I'm giving you a fifteen second headstart. Starting right now."

You flew to your feet and sprinted out of the weight room

"DONNIE WE GOTTA CODE RED!"

Your lungs were ready to burst by the time you made it to your decided hiding spot. Heavy footsteps went right underneath you and you held your breath, you wouldn't dare move.

You didn't come down until hours later when Splinter came and coaxed to you out of hiding

But deep down you knew you'd started something you couldn't finish.

Vern Fenwick

You didn't even have to convince the guys to partake in this

You didn't even get the chance to tell them what you were planning

They were already brainstorming

None of you let a word of it slip to April, she would've shut you down faster than you could blink

A complete buzz kill

But fake blood was relatively cheap and all of Vern's flooring was tile (meaning extremely easy to clean and bleach)

Donnie had really been the mastermind behind the execution, none of you had any idea how he'd rigged the apartment plumbing

But he'd assured you it would only affect Vern's suite and no one else's so you didn't concern yourself with it further

And after the fact you had to wonder what exactly the former cameraman was planning on the date he'd been in the middle of

All you knew was that you got a very frantic call from the falcon himself yelling about blood coming out of his tap and the sink wouldn't shut off and it was everywhere and what the fuck was happening?

You all knew that Splinter thought it was hilarious, he'd never been particularly fond of Vern

But he did make his sons assist in the clean up and bleaching of the victims apartment floor

You went too and offered moral support

Vern had hit on you one too many times, so there was no way you'd feel bad about this

Michaelangelo

As far as pranking went, you and Mikey were partners in crime

He always had great ideas and you always came up with the best ways to execute those ideas without getting caught

But when you separated those two chaos was guaranteed

You weren't entirely sure how you had been pitted against each other but you weren't entirely mad about it

You couldn't say the same for anyone else though, the others had been on edge all week.

Pranking Mikey was a challenge, he knew how you worked and vice versa

You'd been brainstorming with April for weeks now, maybe a new perspective would help

That's what the two of you told yourselves anyways

Much to your dismay, Mikey and Casey had been plotting against you as well, the traitor.

And perhaps even more unfortunate was the fact that both of your pranks somehow overlapped and backfired on the rest of the family

Because Mikey and Casey may have replaced the family tea set with a edible sugar replica that looked identical to the original

So that when you were asked to make tea for Splinter and Leo it would dissolve the second you poured the hot tea

But they didn't tell anyone else so Leo was left with an impromptu anxiety attack when he made his own tea before sitting down to meditate and it melted into sugary leaf water

And you and April had planned the 'cutting off your finger in the kitchen' with the knife, fake finger, and fake blood

Which in theory should've worked because Mikey was in the kitchen the most, that was his territory

However once you'd started your plan you couldn't stop it

so when you 'cut your finger off' and screamed for Mikey you didn't have time to yell "wait it's a prank!" before Donnie caught a glimpse of the scene and fainted

In your defence you didn't know the purple turtle could move that fast

And to Mikey's relief he was going to throw that cutting board out anyways

Splinter explicitly banned the two of you from pranking each other after that incident

Donatello

Per your own common sense you had come to the conclusion that pranking the families resident genius was a horribly stupid idea

So for once, you'd practiced some self control and refrained from any pranks involving Donnie

Now that's not to say that the turtle vowed from aiming any pranks towards you

He had morals but messing with you walked the line separating adorable from batshit crazy

And he was all for it

April advised against it severely and even Splinter seemed to think it wasn't the best idea, but that was a lesson his son had to learn on his own

On the flip side, the second Casey heard about Donnie's plan he was all for it

So when you came over for dinner they both had to hide their excited smiles as Casey passed you your spaghetti

He knew it was your favorite

Everyone else was oblivious, which looking back on it was a very bad thing

April had her suspicions that Donnie was pulling something this evening, but she couldn't put her finger on it

That wasn't until you swirled a mouthful of noodles around your fork and shoved it into your mouth, you were starving

Here lies your predicament-

You swallowed thickly and blinked like you were in pain, your hand went to your throat and you reached for your water, ending up chugging almost the entire bottle.

Your eyes met Donnie's in a serious type of concern

"Is there hot sauce in this?"

April choked on her breadstick and quickly covered her mouth

Casey hadn't picked up on it yet

"Awh yeah- how'd you figure it out so quickly?"

You erupted in a coughing fit that sent April rushing to your side before you could tumble to the floor

"You fucking assholes! Y/N has a capsaicin allergy! Casey go start the car we need to get them to the hospital!"

On the bright side you were fine after you were rushed to the ER

But you didn't speak to Donnie or Casey for two weeks following the accident

You eventually forgave them for it and they haven't targeted you since

Sorry if it got a little dark at the end, but I felt like it was more realistic. Also that has actually happened to me but it was a nut allergy (and that's how I found out I was allergic to cashews) But I feel like the ending was a good example of how pranking someone can go horribly wrong, you should always consider the possibilities before doing something that could cause harm to a person. (Unless they really really deserve it)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! 😁🧡👍

-Mars 🌠

[moxfirefly]

How would the guys react to there s/o being pregnant and getting attacked on the way to see them ?

Y’all are making me devastated, ok time for some tears

TW: Sensitive material ahead, mentions of violence and what not so please tread with caution

Listen Raph is already protective as is, so naturally when you’re knocked up with his kid that shit spikes.

He’s got eyes on you (Donnie nonetheless) and sure you’re cool with it cause you know they’ve got enemies and maybe word spread where your alliances were

So due to that, you get cornered by the Foot or the Dragons

It’s a fear thing, I don’t wanna say damage is done but they shove you around and knock you down

Naturally once the threat is given and they opt out, you call Leo

Because you know Raph is going to rain down fire and brimstone on these fuckers and a clouded Raph is not a smart Raph

You beg Leo to somehow keep quiet but being the sensible one he directs you to go straight to the hospital to get and the baby checked out (obvi he gets Casey to take you and trust me he’s washing over from not to afar)

Scrapes, a few bruises but once you know your baby is safe you gotta come clean and tell Raph

Hi evil doers you’ve just instigated your own muggin step right up

Omg is Raph Pissed™️

That these scumbags even dared to touch you and put his own kid at risk and here’s the thing he’s gonna find them, he’s gonna deliver his own threat.

It’s. Gonna. Be. Ugly.

But his main priority aside from that is basically never leaving you out of his sight again. He waits on you hand and foot and you pretty much need to be escorted if you need to leave to go topside

Please don’t ever attempt this with this man. Like goodbye to your kneecaps and jaws you bozos

I feel Don really tries to be a pacifist and in general fighting really isn’t the only option. Nevertheless it doesn’t mean he isn’t protective and it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t risk it all for you and his kid

I feel Donnie would be quick to snap. Logics out the window and all he sees is red. And on top of that fury is guilt and disappointment

Because Don makes sure you’re protected in every way. Cyber wise, physically, emotionally

He’s the fixer, he fixes everything

But how could he have allowed this to happen?

He knows somethings up when the security alarm he installed in one of your rings sounds off. He’s at the site in minutes and he’s taken care of these fuckers in seconds. You’ve never seen him like that, his rage rivals Raph’s.

He’s shaking when he gets to you, on autopilot making sure you’re ok, checking the baby’s vitals. You touch his face because you know it’s taking every inch of his will power to not collapse from fear, anger and worry.

Don knows that you know he’s playing tough so when his eyes start to well up as he’s moving info on his hologram assessing vitals and such, you rub his face affectionately and reach for him when he starts to shake and cry

YALL this is the one you’re gonna really like fucking regret it with (I mean all of them) but I pissed off Mikey is one thing

A vengeful Mikey is a whole other game

Shit is fucking frightening

Cause heres the thing. He’s gonna blame himself 100%. He’s gonna blame it all the way back to the Genesis. He knows that meeting you, falling for you, starting a family with you, all were hazardous situations waiting to explode.

So you getting attacked by the foot and getting legit hurt and having your health and his kids at risk really gives him that final nudge.

You gotta stay overnight at a hospital per Donnie’s request and April dutifully is with you all the way

Mikey’s head is not in the game and he’s gonna take off on his own to make sure this is never something that happens.

You know the severity of it when Mikey sneaks into your hospital room sometime around 4am and he looks like a ghost. Eyes red, body langue taut and just so many random spots of blood and dirt. He sits on the floor, hugging his knees, the beeping of the monitor somehow centering him.

You reach a hand out from the bed and slowly he approaches you. You grab that bloodied hand, those bruised knuckles and you hold it close to your stomach

You both just remain like that, quietly comforting one another

Leo knows this is his worst nightmare come true with you

How many times he took you home himself to avoid this. How many times did he scout out your area before making his way to it.

And why does this happen in broad daylight where he can’t get to you. Not like he didn’t think about. It takes everyone holding him back when Casey calls in that you’ve been found after being attacked.

Not even Splinter trying to calm the fire in his eldest heart is enough. Even when he reassures him that all will be well.

Leo has to wait hours for night fall to make his way out and goes off by himself with a head full of dark thoughts. He knows the responsible ones and even he’s delivering final blows to all of them, there isn’t satisfactions. Not even when drives a katana through the leaders heart.

There’s no peace of mind knowing you’re in a hospital bed and nobody has told you if you’re safe, if your child is safe.

It rains that night of course, Leo stands at the roof of the hospital when he sees April come up via the rooftop entrance. He sees her face, and he takes a few steps back because he knows it’s not good, because her eyes are red and bloodshot.

He can’t feel his body when she engulfs him in a tight hug that could cut off any normal man’s circulation and her ‘I’m so sorry’ chants only make him more numb to it all

Leo doesn’t register he’s sobbing until he’s on his knees and April is trying hold him together

Because his life has just fallen apart

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Soulmates — Kim Taehyung (soulmate au)

Warnings: None

Contains: Cute soulmates!Tae and Y/N meeting each other

Requested: no

Words: 7, 395 (holy SHIT. I DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO BE SO LONG. But, uh...😳😅)

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The sunlight slowly makes it’s way into my room, spreading across the floor of my bedroom. The sound of my alarm is the first thing wake me up. Groaning softly, I pick up my phone and turn off the alarm, flopping back in bed. Sighing, I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. “Do I have to get up? Is work that important?” I ask myself. Finally, I let out another defeated sigh and climb out of bed, walking into the bathroom.

All around me, the house is quiet. I’m fairly sure that my family is asleep, other than one of my parents. I can hear someone down in the kitchen making breakfast. I go into the bathroom and close the door, turning toward the mirror. As soon as I catch sight of my reflection, my stomach drops and I groan loudly, dropping my face into my hands. “What. Is it. With. You. Dying. Your hair?!” I groan, pulling at my hair and cursing my soulmate. Normally, my hair is a nice, pretty Y/H/C. I like it like that. But, then...there’s my soulmate attachment.

You see, in this world, everyone has what is called a “soulmate attachment”. Some people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Other people see words that their soulmate writes on their skin. Some have the date that they’ll meet written at their wrist. Mine, on the other hand, is a hair color soulmate attachment. Since the day I was born, I’ve had a large stripe of hair that shows the color of my soulmate’s hair is. For a while, everything was normal. It was black and I liked it like that. Then, right around 2013 or 2014...it started changing every. other. month. At first, it was dirty blonde. That was okay. Then, it was a purpley-brown...I can deal with that. Then, one day, I woke up and it was bright. orange.

At this point, I should be used to it. My soulmate dyes his hair a lot, but...why such random colors? The weirdest day was when I woke up and, for whatever reason, it was half blonde, half pink. I nearly ripped the stripe of hair out. Now, at least the strip is a normal color. The strip of hair is a dark brown, verging slightly on black. I shake my head and sigh, pulling my fingers through my hair. “Just...Just why? I just wanna know why,” I sigh, deciding to ignore it and continue with my day.

Quickly, I go through my routine in the bathroom, then go back to my room. I pull on my work clothes, pulling my apron overtop of the plain t-shirt and work pants. The logo of the catering service I work for is splattered across the front of the apron. Once I’m ready, I head downstairs to grab some breakfast before I have to leave.

When I enter the kitchen, my mom looks over her shoulder and chuckles at me. “I see your soulmate is at it again,” she laughs. I roll my eyes, grabbing a plate from our cabinet.

“Ha ha, very funny. Yes. He dyed his hair again. And I swear I’m gonna murder him for putting me through this once I finally meet this guy,” I huff. Mom calmly tips some scrambled eggs onto my plate and I put my bread in the toaster. She just chuckles again, shaking her head.

“No, you won’t. You’ll be too in love as soon as you see him,” she smiles.

“Mhm, we’ll see how it plays out,” I say sarcastically.

I eat my breakfast calmly, thanking my soulmate silently for not dying his hair another strange color. My boss almost strangled me when I came into work with a stripe of bright blue hair about a year ago. I had to quickly explain that it was my soulmate attachment while trying to avoid his outstretched hands. I mean, there’s not much I can do about the fact that my soulmate dyes his hair weird colors. I’ve just gotta deal with it.

Calmly, I eat the food on my plate. When I’m finished, I drop my plate in the sink and hurriedly kiss my mom on the cheek. “Alright, I’m heading out. Tell Dad and Casey that I love them when they wake up,” I tell her, slipping on my work shoes.

“Will do, sweetheart. Have a good day. Hope this big job goes well!” She responds. I smile and thank her before grabbing my necessary things (ex: keys, phone, wallet, etc.), shoving them into my bag and hurrying out the door.

The drive into work is fairly easy. My work is located in a big building on Main Street and there’s literally no way to miss it. When I get there, I park in the employee’s lot out back and head inside. As always, the shop is very busy. Technically, I double as a caterer and baker. The bakery that I work at is very well known around our town and has won a bunch of awards. We’re always super busy, especially around holidays when the owner makes holiday themed snacks and treats. His peppermint peanut brittle is to *die* for.

I walk into the building and hang my bag on the hook, making sure that everything is there before I enter the bakery. I nod my head once and push open the double doors into the bakery. Already, workers are walking back and forth to give our orders. Several of the booths at the front of the shop are filled with chattering customers. At the cash register, the owner Eli (read like Ellie) turns to me. He smiles softly when he sees my hair. “I see you dyed your hair again,” he chuckles. I narrow my eyes and step up beside him to help with customers.

“The changing hair color is not my decision, El,” I remind him.

“Oh, I know. It’s just funny how frustrated it makes you,” he laughs. I roll my eyes and look at the customer before me.

The man before me is tall and lean with wide shoulders. His hair is hidden under a baseball cap, but I can just see the edges of sandy blonde-grey hair, cut short at the sides. He has a pair of dark sunglasses precariously perched on the edge of his nose. “How can I help you?” I ask sweetly, folding my hands.

“I’m here for a pick up for Kim? Should be a bunch of different bagels,” he tells me. He speaks perfect English, but there’s a slight accent to his voice that tells me he’s not from around here. I nod my head lightly and turn to look through the takeout orders.

Quickly, I’m able to find the large bag of bagels and hand it to him. “Also, I have a catering request set for today. Do I need to come pick that up, or...?” He trails off. I shake my head lightly.

“Oh, no, no. We’ll bring the catering to your event, but thank you for asking,” I smile. I carefully hand him the bag of bagels and make sure that he has a good hold on it before letting go. The man pays for the bagels and turns around, walking out onto the street silently. I watch him as he walks out, tilting my head to see him as he walks away. Eli comes turns to me and raises an eyebrow.

“Well, that was odd. It’s barely 8 in the morning and he was wearing sunglasses,” he points out.

“Yeah...that was a bit strange, but whatever. We need to work,” I say.

No customers are at my counter, so I begin filling the display case again. Eli has an odd way of forgetting to refill the display case at the end of the day. If I don’t do it, soon enough we won’t have a display of any of the baked goods or products that we have. When he sees me filling the case, Eli shoots me an apologetic smile and I just shake my head, laughing lightly.

For the most part, the morning is fairly normal. We get our regular customers coming in before work and even talk to some of them. I walk around the shop to clean off tables once customers leave. Eli and I have short conversations between customers, talking about random little things. Around 9:30, a few of the other workers come in. Eli pulls Garrett over and talks to him. “Okay, Garrett, you’re in charge for now. Y/N and I need to take some of the other workers and deliver to this catering gig, okay?” He says. Garrett nods his head and Eli shoots him a bright smile.

Soon after, Eli and I have gathered a small collection of the other workers, including some from the kitchen. Catering is always a big job, especially for our little bakery, and this was a *very* big catering job. As we all get into the delivery trucks, Eli explains that it’s for some sort of concert. A really popular group that’s been all around the world and have a stop here on their tour. However, it doesn’t fully settle in what he means until we pull up to the stadium where they’re playing. My jaw drops as I look around at everything. Although I’ve been to this stadium before for concerts, seeing it empty makes it seem so much bigger. Seats are scattered everywhere and rise up in a semi-circle around the center stage, which is also a lot bigger than I expected. All of it seems so ginormous.

As I look at the size of the stadium, Eli steps away. I see him walk up to a fidgety man holding a large list of some sort. He strikes up a short conversation with the man and, after a couple moments, the man gives him directions and points towards the large curtains hiding the backstage. Eli raises his hand in thanks and walks back over, leading me towards the catering trucks with a hand on my back. “So, what was that about?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Just asking where we should the baskets and plates. He said he wants them scattered around for the members of the group and the stagehands and such. Also said we should probably put a good amount of food in the dressing room,” he tells me. I nod my head, then a question pops into my mind.

“Hey, El? Who is this for? The stadium is so huge and I’m not even sure who we’re catering for,” I chuckle. He shoots me a kind smile.

“Like I said, they’re a pretty big group. B...B...B-something. I can’t quite remember. They’re a k-pop group,” he says. I nod my head lightly and we finally arrive back at the catering truck.

Without much talking between us, Eli and I begin to unpack the tables first. Obviously, we need the tables to be set up before we can start putting the food on them. The tables are foldable ones that you might use for a picnic, so Eli and I carry them back one by one. When we’re about to start setting them up, the man I saw Eli with comes backstage again. Eli explains that it’s the group’s manager. The manager directs us to set up the tables against a far wall that has minimal decorations. Eli and I start to set up the tables, making sure that they’re sturdy enough to hold all the food that will be placed on top.

After the tables, the tablesclothd are easy to put on. Just throw them over the tables and make sure that they hang nicely and you’re set. Finally, we start bringing in the food. From what I can see as we unpack the truck, it looks like these people ordered about everything that our shop makes, and several plates of each. There’s sandwiches and breads, bagels and rolls. There’s salads and fruit bowls, and even some of the sweets and confections that we’re known for. Slowly, we take back the plates one by one and set them on the tables.

After I’ve taken back about five plates and bowls of randomly assorted foods, Eli stops me from getting more. “Okay, Y/N, I want you to take these next foods back to the dressing room. Fair warning, you’re going to be taking back a lot of food. The manager said most of the food should be in the dressing room at the back of the stadium. There should be a sign on the door,” he tells me. Eli unpacks one of the large, catering carts and starts packing plates and bowls on top of it. When the cart can’t hold any more food and I’m worried I might not be able to push it, he stops and looks at me again. “You’ll still have to come back for more,” he says, biting his lip and looking at everything. I just wave him off lightly.

“I’ve got it, El. I can do this,” I reassure him.

Calmly, I ask directions to the dressing room and Eli points me in the right direction. Slowly as to make sure that nothing falls off of the cart, I make my way back to the dressing room. As I get further into the stadium, I see less and less people bustling around. I make my way down a corridor with posters of the groups that have played here hung up on the wall. At the very end of this hallway, a large door is closed and I can already hear talking behind it. On the door, a big sign reads “BTS”. Hmm...so, that’s their name.

Shrugging to myself, I twist the doorknob and open up the door. Inside, the room is even bigger than it looks from the outside. It’s absolutely *huge* and it’s a good thing that it is. The room is filled with racks of clothes, stacks of shoes, makeup chairs and vanity tables, and several other assortments of objects. Two couches are pressed against the wall and several people are seated atop them. All of the people in the room are guys, all apparently waiting for someone or something. “Can we help you?” Someone asks. I look up and instantly feel slightly more comforted for whatever reason. Standing up from the couch is the man from this morning, although he’s ditched his baseball cap and sunglasses.

For a few seconds, I just stare at him. “Uh, sorry, sorry. Catering?” I say, smiling nervously and gesturing to the cart. The man lets out a slight chuckle and nods his head.

“Um, yeah...I can see that,” he laughs. Looking around the room, I internally groan. There’s no tables set up back here. I shake my head at Eli’s forgetfulness and curse myself for not asking. “Is something wrong?” The man questions. I shake my head at him.

“Oh, no, just was a little dumb. I forgot to bring back some tables for the food and stuff, so...I’ll be back,” I say slowly.

Without hesitation, I turn back around and make my way back to the catering truck. Eli is still unpacking foods and he gives me a confused look when I come back with all the food still on the cart. “Eli...did you seriously forget to tell me that you hadn’t taken back tables yet?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Dang it, knew there was something I forgot,” he groans, snapping his fingers in annoyance. He starts pulling tables out of the truck again and I get another cart for the tables. When the cart is full, i put some tablecloths on top and push it back to the dressing room again.

This time, the walk to the dressing room doesn’t seem as long. I’m at the room again in no time and open the door, pushing the cart inside. All the boys are still gathered inside, but now there are a couple women, as well. Two of the men are seated in chairs and the women are applying makeup to their faces. I pay little attention to much else and start taking the tables off the cart. “Do you need some help?” Someone asks. I gasp loudly and throw my hands up, covering my face. Immediately after, I drop them and grab my heart.

“Oh, Lord, you just scared me half to death,” I laugh breathlessly, clutching at my chest. This new man is also fairly tall. Even with his t-shirt on, I can see bulging muscles all along his arms. I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but look up into his sweet, brown eyes again.

“Do you need some help?” He asks again, nodding towards the tables. I look at them then back up at him.

“I mean...it wouldn’t hurt, but aren’t you busy?” I ask in confusion. He shrugs off the question and takes some of the tables off of the cart.

“Hobi, Tae, some help?” The man asks.

Getting up from the couch, the two new men grumble softly. “You ask if she needs help and then expect us to help you, typical,” the one man, Tae, grumbles. The first man rolls his eyes lightly at them, but they all start helping me with the tables. I set up some of the tables and the help from the three men is very nice. Setting up all these tables by myself would have been interesting. When all the tables are set up, I set out the tablecloths and nod my head. “Okay, I will be back with the food cart in a second,” I tell them. The first man nods his head lightly and I shoot him a soft smile, leaving the room again.

Back and forth, I travel with the carts of food and confections. As soon as I entered the dressing room with the plates of sandwiches and fruit bowls, all the men got up and started grabbing food. I laugh lightly and make sure to remind myself to grab another few plates of sandwiches and maybe another bowl of fruit. I between my travels, I have small conversations with the group of men. They all seem rather nice and ask me random questions as I work, putting the food on the tables. I ask them a few questions in return. A little awkwardly, I do admit that I’ve never heard of them before, but they simply laugh off my awkwardness and say that it’s alright. “If you want to hear our music, all you have to do is look us up on YouTube,” Jimin, a man with light brown hair, tells me. I nod my head lightly at him.

“Alright. I need to go grab some more plates of food because, wow, you’ve already eaten most of the sandwiches and fruit, but I’ll be back. Why don’t you pick something for me to hear when I’m back?” I suggest. Jimin’s face lights up with an adorable smile.

“What do you wanna hear? We have a lot of music,” he says.

Leaning against the cart lightly, I look back at him. “Tell me some of the names,” I say.

“Well, there’s Life Goes On, Dynamite, Mikrokosmos, Boy With Luv,” he starts, listing off random names of different songs. Finally, I just decide on a random song that he mentioned.

“Why don’t you play...Idol? That sounds interesting,” I say. He nods his head once and immediately grabs his phone off the couch. I leave the room again and go back to the truck for more sandwich plates and fruit. Eli’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline when he sees me come back.

“More food?!” He asks in shock. I nod my head, giving him wide eyes.

“There’s seven of them, and they’ve eaten through most of the sandwiches and fruit,” I tell him. He immediately heads into the truck and gets me more plates and bowls. I put the plates and bowls onto the cart and take them back to the dressing room yet again.

When I arrive, I push open the door again and start putting the plates and bowls on the tables. Jimin jumps off the couch and trots over happily, holding his phone out to me. He taps on the video and it begins with the sounds of little bubbles. I giggle lightly at it and how adorable it seems. Jimin chuckles at my little giggle and leads me over to the couch. I sit on the floor in front of the couch and feel several of the members gather around me to watch.

To be honest, the video is very interesting. There’s lots of color and lots of things going on in the video. The music is a very upbeat and interesting song and I actually really like it. However, about a minute and a half through the song, my mouth goes completely dry. On the screen, the member Tae is playing around and singing and just having fun. However, it’s the color of his hair that made my mouth go dry. His hair is *half blonde, half pink*. Immediately I stop the video and stare up at them. “When was this? When did this video come out?” I ask, my voice shaking as my heart rate skyrockets. All of the members give me very confused looks, looking around at each other.

“Um...2018? Yeah, the later months of 2018,” Jimin nods, looking around at everyone else for confirmation. I stare down at the paused video, then up at them again.

“Has...has it seriously been that long?” I ask, my voice quiet in shock. They all give me slightly nervous looks.

“Been that long since...what?” Hobi asks.

“Who...who had the pink and blonde hair? Who is this?” I ask, pointing at the man on the paused screen, just to be sure that I’m right.

Slowly, Tae raises his hand, nervousness written all over his face. I look up at him in shock, almost too amazed to believe it. “I...wow...you’re...you’re my soulmate!” I say in amazement. Immediately, his eyebrows knit in confusion and they all look at me like I’m crazy. “No, no, I can prove it! Look, my hair! I have a hair color soulmate attachment,” I say, picking up the stripe of mismatch hair. All their eyes land on the stripe and they look between Tae and I in shock.

“And...you’re sure I’m your soulmate?” He asks, his voice soft and just as amazed as mine.

“I...how many people have blonde and pink hair at the same time?! But, my stripe of hair changes all the time. I started changing around 2013, maybe 2014 and every few months it changes colors,” I explain.

“What kind of colors has it been?” Namjoon, the man from the bakery this morning, asks calmly.

“Well...all sorts! It’s been purple, it’s been orange, it’s been this like minty green, it’s been blood red. Over a year ago, early April of 2019 I guess, I woke up and it was this bright blue!” I say, listing off just a few colors that it’s been. They all burst into laughter, watching as Tae’s face goes red and he joins their laughter.

“So, you don’t really dye your hair, do you?” He asks, moving aside his hair and letting a stripe of Y/H/C hair stick out a little further than the rest. I giggle lightly, smiling up at him widely.

“Well, honestly, I don’t have to! You dye your hair enough for both of us!” More fits of laughter follow this.

Then, a thought hits me and I lean back against the couch, laughing loudly. “Oh, my God, I’m so happy. I feel so...relieved,” I giggle.

“Relieved?” Tae laughs, his eyes lighting up with that bright smile.

“Yes, relieved! With how much you dye your hair, I was worried your hair was gonna be, like, completely dead! And, honestly, please rest up on the hair dying. You have no idea how many people have commented on it at my work,” I giggle. He throws his hand up in defense, laughing loudly.

“It’s not my fault, I swear! I have to do it for work and stuff,” he laughs. I shake my head at him, finally letting my laughter die down.

“Well, tell them to stop then! This thing has been a pain in the ass ever since you started dying your hair!” I say, pointing at the stripe again. Tae shakes his head at me, a large smile covering his face.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. Namjoon walks over and opens it up, peering out. I hear some talking, then Namjoon pops his head back into the room. “Uh, Y/N? Someone’s here for you,” he says, looking back at me. He opens the door a little more and Eli sticks his head inside.

“Y/N, have you been here the whole time? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He exclaims. I blush lightly, still unable to wipe the smile from my face.

“Sorry, sir. They’ve been having a little moment,” Jimin chuckles, looking between Tae and I. Eli knits his eyebrows together and I smile over at Tae, then look back at my boss.

“So, uh, Eli...meet my soulmate,” I giggle, gesturing towards Tae.

Jokingly, Tae strikes a silly pose and Eli just stares at him in shock, then looks back at me. “Oh, you’re kidding,” he laughs, a smile stretching across his face. I shake my head, smiling back at him.

“Nope, this is my soulmate!” I giggle excitedly. Eli smiles at him and walks up to Tae, shaking his hand happily.

“You’re a very lucky man,” Eli chuckles. Tae smiles brightly, looking at me again.

“I bet I am,” he says. I feel another blush stretching across my cheeks and hide my face in my hands, giggling.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I need to take her back to work,” Eli explains. Tae’s smile drops and he pouts adorably at Eli.

“Already?” He asks, sadness creeping into his voice. Eli nods his head softly.

“Afraid so. We still have to get back to the bakery and work a little before locking up.” Tae hangs his head, but then gets up from the couch and smiles again.

“I’ll walk you out,” he suggests.

Calmly, I stand up from the floor and say goodbye to all of the boys. “Well, it’s not *really* goodbye. You’ll be seeing us a lot more,” Hobi points out, smiling cheekily. I nod my head lightly.

“That I will,” I giggle. I hug all of the boys goodbye, then we finally leave the dressing room and make our way back to the catering truck. As we walk down the hall, Tae calmly slips his hand into mine and intertwines our fingers. I giggle again, leaning into his side happily. Eli just shakes his head at us, but he’s unable to wipe the smile from his face.

When we get to the catering truck, Tae lets go of my hand and pulls out his phone. I pull out mine, as well, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Quickly, we exchange numbers, then I slip my phone back into my pocket. “So...are you doing anything tonight?” He asks, looking down at me. I shake my head lightly at him. To be honest, my ‘plans’ had been to sit inside at my house and watch a movie or two, maybe binge a show with my family. A huge smile lights up his face. “Well, why don’t you come back for the concert tonight? I can get you backstage afterward and we can hang out and talk,” he suggests.

“You...You can do that so last minute?” I ask in surprise. He just shrugs his shoulders lightly.

“I’m pretty sure I can. I mean, you’re my soulmate, there has to be an exception,” he explains. I nod my head at him happily. I feel like my heart is absolutely soaring and yet it’s still beating wildly inside my chest.

“I’d really like that, Tae. I’ll be there,” I tell him.

“Awesome! Can’t wait to see you tonight,” he smiles. He reaches out and squeezes my hand once more before I get into the catering truck again.

Eli drives out of the stadium parking lot and back towards the bakery. At a red light, he looks towards me. “So...fun day, huh?” He chuckles. I nod my head happily, my hands folded in my lap.

“Uh, yeah...you could call it that,” I giggle, tucking the stripe of dark hair behind my ear.

“But...if I recall correctly, I thought you always said you would murder him once you found your soulmate,” he jokes. I blush again, hiding my face and laughing loudly.

“Don’t hold me to my word, Eli. He’s too cute to kill. I couldn’t do it,” I giggle. The rest of the ride back to the bakery is filled with bits of conversation and laughter. Eli makes me relay the whole story to how I found out.

Finally, we make it back to the bakery. We park the truck out back and head inside to finish with customers and then lock up. For the last hour or so of work, my mind is so full that I can’t think of anything but Tae. My whole body feels like it’s floating and I can barely even process what’s going on around me. I’m just so...happy! Whenever any of my co-workers try to talk to me, I can’t focus on what they’re asking me. Eventually, Eli has to jump in and explain that I’m a little out of it and he asks them what’s up. I’m still working with customers as much as I can, but it’s almost like my body is on autopilot and doing everything on it’s own. All I can think is ‘Tae. Tae. Tae. Tae.’ and about the concert tonight.

As we close up the shop, I quickly send a message to my mom and tell her about the concert tonight. I don’t need to wait long for a message back from her.

From Mom❤️🥰: That’s great, sweetheart! And of course you can go! But, as soon as you get back from the concert, I want to hear all about it. And you had better get a picture with that man!

To Mom❤️🥰: You know I will, mom😊 Love you and thanks!

I slip my phone into my back pocket again and finish cleaning off the tables around the bakery. When I’m done, I throw the cleaning rag into our collection of rags that need to be washed and find Eli again. “Okay, I’m gonna head out, El,” I tell him. He nods his head and looks over at me.

“I expect to hear all about how the concert and everything goes,” he says, pointing a finger at me. I salute him jokingly and head into the back to grab my bag off the hook.

I head out the back door and get into my car, driving home. As I drive, I try to clear my mind of Tae and think as clearly as possible. I really don’t need to end up in the hospital on the day that I *finally* met my soulmate. Although the drive home has always seemed really short, it feels like it takes forever today. It’s hard to keep my mind focused on driving and I keep finding myself slipping back into thinking of Tae and what he looks like.

After what feels like an *eternity*, I finally get home and climb out of my car. It seems that the rest of my family is already home, so I call out that I’m back. However, I don’t wait for a response and immediately run up to my room and start looking through my closet. Of course, when I finally meet my soulmate, he sees me in my gross work apron, plain t-shirt, and work pants. I want to make a good impression on him and the first thing he sees me in is my goddamn *work clothes* Ugh. I shift through my closet, looking for anything that could make a really cute outfit for the concert. I want him to see my true style, so I decide on something that’s fairly simple. The outfit consists of a black and white striped t-shirt, ripped black jeans, plain white shoes, and a faded jean jacket. I pull the outfit on and look in the mirror, nodding happily at my reflection. My hair is a little messy, but there’s not much I can do about that. My hair is *always* messy.

Suddenly, I hear a soft buzz from my work pants. I grab my phone out of my pocket and a smile stretches across my face.

From Tae😊: The concert starts around 8. You should probably be here around 6:30 or 7.

To Tae😊: Okay, thanks for telling me! Can’t wait to see you again!

Quickly, I check the time and sigh in relief. It’s only 5:30, so I walk downstairs and search around the kitchen for some food for dinner. I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m absolutely starving.

As I search for food, I hear someone come up behind me. “So...what’s he like?” My mom asks, her voice full of giddiness. I spin around and smile widely at her.

“He’s absolutely amazing! He’s so sweet and adorable and cute and I literally had such a nice time, yet I barely even spoke to him until right before I had to leave,” I laugh.

“Well, do you have a picture?!” She squeals. I shake my head lightly, then correct myself.

“I don’t have one of us together, but he’s a part of the group that we were catering for today, so I could definitely find a photo of him online,” I say.

Quickly, I whip out my phone and go to the search engine, searching up ‘Tae BTS’. My phone immediately floods with results and I go to the pictures, picking one that looks really good. I pick this picture

And turn my phone to my mom to show her. For a few seconds, she just looks at the picture, then she looks up at me in shock. “Oh, my gosh...” she says, her jaw hanging open.

“I know, right?! Isn’t he absolutely precious?!” I say excitedly, taking my phone back and putting it in my pocket. Mom pulls me into a big hug and squeals again.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart! This is amazing!” She says excitedly.

For the next hour or so, Mom and I talk excitedly about Tae. Since I have a bit of time, I tell her the story while I eat a small cup of mac and cheese. Yes, I know, not the greatest dinner, but it works, okay? She makes me tell her everything that happened and how exactly I knew he was my soulmate. I show her the music video of Idol and stop at the exact place that I had that day. She starts laughing as soon as she realizes what made me realize he was my soulmate. “Oh, my gosh, the pink and blonde hair,” she laughs. I smile, laughing along with her.

“Who knew that that hair color would be so helpful to me?” I giggle.

After a while, I check the time and nearly jump out of my seat. “Oh, I should be going! Tae said I should be there around 6:30,” I say. My mom hurried me out of the kitchen as I start grabbing my phone, keys, and license again. I shove the things into my bag from earlier and kiss Mom’s cheek lightly before I head out the door. On the drive to the stadium, my hands are shaking in excitement. It’s significantly harder to clear my mind again, but I’m able to make it to the stadium without a problem.

When I drive up, I’m not surprised to see the stadium entrances overflowing with fans. The atmosphere is so exciting and happy, and there’s chattering coming from every direction. As soon as I’m out of the car, I grab my bag and text Tae.

To Tae😊: What should I do? I’m here.

The response comes seconds later.

From Tae😊: I’ll send someone out to get you. Stand by the ticket checker and a security guard will come get and bring you to your seat.

Calmly, I read the message and walk towards the ticket checker’s booth. Just as I get to the booth, I see a large man dressed in all black come up to the booth, as well. He looks around for a few seconds before he spots me and gestures me forward. I come up to the booth and the guard shows the vendor my ticket. The vendor checks it and nods his head lightly, then the security guard ushers me forward. I’m shown into the stadium and taken through the crowds of people buying merchandise. I feel a bit upset that I can’t buy any myself, but then I’m reminded of why I’m here and my spirits soar again.

The guard leads me through the crowds of people and into the stadium seating. Slowly, we weave our way through the seats until we’re right at the edge of the stage. I have to crane my neck up to see the stage a bit, but I couldn’t care less. I thank the guard happily and sit down in the seat that the guard showed me. He nods his head once and walks backstage again. For a while, I just sit in my seat and wait as everyone slowly starts filing into their seats, as well. I feel my phone buzz and pick it up. It’s a message from Tae.

From Tae😊: Look at the left curtain😁

I lean to the side a bit so I can see the left curtain and smile widely when I see him poking his head out. He smiles widely at me and waves, and I return the gesture. However, as more people begin filling in the seats around me, I wave him off and he pops his head out of view again.

About half an hour later, everyone has filled their seats and we’re waiting for the concert to begin. To be honest...this has got to be one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. There’s so much going on and everyone is having so much fun. True, I get some judgmental side glances from the people in the seats around me, mostly because I obviously don’t have money like they do, but I don’t care. The music is great, the energy is high, and everything is amazing. My spirit soars again when Tae comes on stage and immediately makes eye contact with me. He shoots me a bright, energetic smile and, throughout the concert, he points me out to the other members. I get little smiles and waves from each of them throughout the concert, though it’s obvious that they’re trying not to bring too much attention to me. I also can’t help giggling to myself when the other members have to keep telling Tae to focus on the concert and not on me.

When the concert finally comes to an end and everyone starts packing up their merchandise and things, I stay in my seat. Again, I get some judgmental looks from the people around me and they roll their eyes, scoffing. However, no one mentions my odd behavior and just lets me go. Soon enough, I’m the only person left in the area. A few moments later, the same security guard who brought me here comes out from backstage again and leads me backstage with him. I’m lead backstage and we weave between workers bustling around and cleaning up the stage. He walks me up to the dressing room and opens the door, gesturing me inside.

Calmly, I thank him and send him a soft smile before entering. As soon as I enter the room, I’m tackled by something that is very large and sweaty. I’m nearly knocked right off my feet and I scrunch up my nose at the offensive smell. I don’t even have to think about who this could be. “Taaaae,” I whine, pushing him off, “go take a shower. You smell gross.” He scoffs at me, leaning back and giving me a mocking offended look.

“I want to shower you in love and attention, and you tell me to go shower. Rude,” he pouts.

“You literally just did an almost two hour show. You were dancing and singing under very bright lights. You are sweaty and you smell disgusting. Go shower!” I giggle, pouting toward what I assume is the bathroom door. He sticks out his tongue at me childishly and I repeat the gesture. Finally, he just sighs and turns around, walking towards the bathroom.

“But, as soon as I get out, we’re talking and cuddling, got it?” He says, pointing a finger at me.

“Got it. Cuddles and talking,” I repeat.

Tae heads into the bathroom and a few moments later, I hear a shower turn on. There’s a soft sigh from across the room. “Great...now we have two of Tae to deal with,” one member, Yoongi, sighs defeatedly. The other members chuckle lightly. I flash him a sweet smile and he just rolls his eyes. “I can’t say ‘no’ to him, and if it that says anything, I probably won’t be able to say ‘no’ to you, either,” he frowns.

“Oh, give up the fake annoyance, grandpa. You know you already love her,” Jimin jokes, pushing Yoongi’s shoulder lightly.

“Just because she’s just as adorable as him doesn’t mean I already love her,” he stares, crossing his arms. Jimin gives him a skeptical look and Yoongi sighs lightly.

“Fine, yes, okay. She’s just as adorable as him, and I probably already adore her. Let me hate that I can’t say ‘no’ to them for five minutes.”

“...if it’s any help, you’re pretty adorable, too,” I say, smiling cheekily at him. He narrows his eyes at me, huffing.

Calmly, I sit down on the couch and strike up a conversation with the other members. It’s only about 15 minutes later or so that Tae comes out of the shower. He has just a towel wrapped around his hips and my eyes nearly pop out of my head. GodDAMN am I lucky. His muscles are sculpted to perfection and my jaw nearly falls to the ground. My soulmate is a fucking Greek god, holy shit. The whole room fills with fits of laughter and I hide my face in my hands as it starts heating up again. Peeking through my fingers, I watch as Tae pulls on some clothes from a bag against the wall. The clothes are a simple, plain white t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. Like, that’s a normal outfit, but also...good God, my soulmate is too hot. The t-shirt clings to his arms deliciously and the pajama pants stretch over his thick thighs. My mind almost short circuits as I look at him.

Thankfully, my mind is pulled away from those thoughts as that same heavy weight lays on top of me again. I laugh loudly, trying to shift underneath himself and yet still unable to breath. “Tae, I literally can’t breathe,” I laugh. He shifts his body more into the couch instead of me and I sigh, wrapping my arm over his shoulder. His wet hair is laid against the top of my breast bone, but I couldn’t care less. I lightly scratch my nails up and down his back. On the other end of the couch, someone makes a gagging noise and Tae just kicks his long legs in the direction of the noise. A loud “ouch!” follows the action and I giggle lightly, resting my chin on his head and closing my eyes. And that is how I spend the first night with my soulmate. About half an hour later, we’re woken up to head to the hotel they’re staying at, but I send a message to my mom and tell her that I’m staying the night with Tae. I do make it clear that nothing will happen, though, just cuddles and sleeping. Thankfully, she allows me to stay and that is where I stay the night...wrapped in my soulmate’s arms.

[fallowdoe]

All roads lead to Hell

MC gets kidnapped and has to make their way through Hell to reunite with everyone.

GN!reader x everyone (can be treated as platonic/romantic)

Trigger warnings for this chapter: none

I apologise for the quality of writing however this is a translated version of my fic.

If anyone is interested in that I was listening to Casey tells the truth, the whole Split soundtrack is my big inspiration for this story. I’d advise onto playing it in the background while reading.

Chapter 1 - Prolouge  ⇒

A few candles lit up the room. The gentle light was adding to its already mysterious aura. Solomon’s dorm was filled with all kind of grimoires and spellbooks. The floor was covered with tons of torn-out pages and patterns drawn on a yellowish paper.

Trying out one spell after another MC seemed to grow more and more annoyed. The upcoming exam was one of the most important ones and Solomon’s constant teasing wasn’t the most helpful.

"Focus or you won’t get anything done, MC." The sorcerer stated while leaning against a wall. He wasn’t even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

"I am focused" They mumbled irritated. It was their ninth try of casting this, so-called easy, spell. A marble laying on the table seemed to look at them pitifully. It was a one bastard piece of glass. Even more irritated MC moved their hand above it once again. 

"Neque ultra intuebitur eum" they mumbled. The space around them seemed to start drawing energy towards their hand. A quiet electric buzz filled their ears and they could feel their cheeks heat up. But just as they were about to direct the energy towards the toy it would suddenly unload. The marble remained untouched, and MC could bet that if it was possible it’d poke its tongue at them. Or maybe even raise a very specific finger up. "Neque ultra intuebitur eum!"

Nothing. 

"No! It’s impossible! It’s impossible and that’s it! You gave me a broken marble." They grunted and dramatically sat on a chair pouting. 

Solomon snickered at them and approached the table. He muttered the words of the spell and the marble was gone immediately. 

"Cheater. I bet it was enchanted or something." 

"Maybe." He smirked. "Try again."

MC groaned under their breath but stood up again. The sorcerer walked up to them and placed his hand on their arm giving them a reassuring look. "That’s gonna be seriously lame if you fail again tho.” 

They replied with a huff and tried to refocus. Closing their eyes, MC began collecting energy again. It was a weird feeling. Suddenly they’d notice that the whole room was in fact like a river full of it. Their task was to change its current toward themself. This spell didn’t require a lot of effort, only a bit of thought. Stronger spells could even sweep someone off with an uncontrolled current.

 They’d never admit it but sorcerer’s touch was rather helpful. It made them feel grounded. Goosebumps rose on their hand. They cast the spell again. 

"Lame." He chuckled.

"Huh?!” Their eyes shot open searching for the marble but the table was empty. They laughed and playfully punched his chest, making him laugh. "Asshole.”

Content, MC threw themself on the bed as a mark of their victory, Solomon was quick to follow. 

"You realize that this was shit compared to regular magic?” watching them struggle was incredibly amusing to him, apparently. 

"Like I don’t know" They frowned. He smiled in response and laid back next to them. 

The silence of the room, moving flames of the candles and its overall aura was really comforting.

"You should be able to pass the exam tho" he mentioned. 

"It’s a lot, you know? Everything." MC wondered. 

"I know." 

"I just can’t wrap my mind around it.” They began playing with their hair. 

"You could do much more without a hassle.” He stated like it was something obvious and leaned on his elbows while looking at them with a smirk.

"Wow, thanks for being an asshole.” They muttered, the hair they were playing with fell on their face. 

"A supportive asshole.” 

"I’m not sure if I could do more.” They spoke trying to blow the curl off. Hesitation making its way in their voice. "It’s still too new and…” 

”Overwhelming?” 

"Yeah… Convincing someone that hell is real is one thing but throwing them inside is something else.” They followed gentle shadows of the flames on the ceiling with their eyes.

"Why? You’d prefer a flaming river and little red devils instead of your seven demon boyfriends?” 

Both of them laughed at the image of the brothers' with spiked tails and tridents. 

"No, I don’t think I would.”

 Empty walls of RAD were enhancing every sound, making every single word echo for a few seconds before disappearing.

 "MC, ya comin’ or what?" Mammon was standing at the end of the hallway talking with Beel. 

"Just a second!" they screamed while taking stuff out of their locker and putting it in a bag. They were planning on returning to the House of Lamentation as soon as the school day was over to prepare for an exam. But their Devildom History textbook was nowhere to be seen. "Ugh, I left a textbook in the classroom. Wait for me, I’ll go get it!" 

"Just hurry up! I’m not explainin’ to Lucifer why we’re late again!" 

The palace garden was full of exotic flowers, nothing like what they’d seen before. The number of colours and shapes worked wonders, some of the plants were gently glowing and lighting up the eternal night. Some had spots and some seemed to move on their own. MC could swear that they could even hear glassy sounds of a few.

"No matter how many times I see those flowers they always amaze me.” Diavolo was lazily examining the garden grounds. "Some of them only grow here. I’m doing what I can to keep them from going extinct. The species come from all of the three realms. That’s why you can spot some familiar ones.” He explained. ”I’m hoping to replant them one day on its original grounds.” 

"Thanks to magic?” MC was sipping on some tea. 

"Thanks to a good gardener, actually.” Barbatos smiled.

"Oh.” Both men laughed at their confusion. 

The quiet evenings in Lord Diavolo’s castle were a nice change from their usual ones. Their small chats quickly turned into a regular thing, always accompanied by a nice tea made by Barbatos.

"Magic definitely helps as well.” 

The wind was shyly blowing between the palace columns. Moth-alike creatures were roaming the garden, their wings glooming in the soft darkness. 

"I don’t think I can get used to it. The magic.” 

"Maybe, it’s a good thing. Living in constant awe of something." The Demon Lord smiled and gave them a soothing look. 

They quietly hummed in response.

 Lucky for them, the classroom was open. They entered not bothering to turn the lights on. The lost textbook was waiting for them on their desk. A dark and empty classroom felt really heavy, MC grabbed the book and just as they were about to return to the hallway they noticed an envelope that must have been hidden underneath it. 

"What? " They muttered. An elegant paper and a wax stamp made it look important. If not for their name written on the back they’d probably leave it alone in fear of getting hexed or pranked. Instead, curiosity made them break the stamp. 

 "Geez, what is taking ‘em so long?" Mammon huffed. They were gone for only a few minutes but making HIM wait was quite an offence.

"Maybe we should go and check on them" Beel mumbled from between his sandwich bites. 

"Hm, to get lost on your way for a textbook. Dumb human." Mammon stated annoyed. He was energetically tapping his foot.

"Come on, they probably locked themself in the classroom or something."

   As soon as MC fished the sheet of paper from inside the letter, they started shivering. Cold air began circling them, their vision fading. All the sounds of the world around them suddenly gone. Sudden exhaustion taking over them, an empty void. It was a calm, soothing sensation. Like falling asleep…

  "It’s empty” Beel stated exiting another classroom. 

"Ow, come on! They gotta be somewhere ‘ere!" anxiety was slowly making its way in Mammon’s voice. 

"Try this one – he pointed at the door on the other side of the hallway." 

"If they’re not in the…" a powerful charge of energy went off when he tried to reach for the doorknob leaving both demons in shock for a second. 

"MC!" Mammon bailed inside an empty classroom. 

Loud voices filling the House of Lamentation kept the atmosphere tense.

"So they forgot a textbook…" Lucifer tried to keep calm, but his furrowed brows showed how tense he actually was. "…and went to get it…"

"Yeah!"

"…alone." He shot his brother a disapproving look. 

A guilty nod. 

"So, you went after them and discovered a sudden burst of energy in the classroom." The whole situation was more than inconvenient. It was a tragedy to be specific. An exchange student disappearing on the grounds of the academy. The exact one who couldn’t protect themself from any magic. The foreign trace of a powerful spell didn’t make the situation any better. The eldest took a quick glance across the room.

"We found this." Beel pointed at their textbook laying on the table. 

"Are you sure that they just didn’t go somewhere?" Satan uttered.     

"I’m tellin’ ya how it went! They’re just gone like that!”

"They sure can’t be far, right?" Asmo’s question was left unanswered. 

A motion of loud voices filled the room, everyone discussing what might have happened.

Lord Diavolo approached the table with a stern look on his face. If it was true that something happened to MC while they were at RAD then he was the one at fault for not keeping the academy grounds safe for them. He took the book and examined it. Devildom history. It had MC’s name written on the first page. Nothing appeared to be wrong with it. Just a regular textbook. "It’s just a textbook if anything had to do with their disappearance it couldn’t be it. Is Solomon on his way here?" 

"Yes, I called him a while ago he should be here anytime." Lucifer confirmed. 

It wasn’t even about the project anymore, MC was missing and it filled all of them with an unpleasant feeling of guilt.

"Can’t Barbatos use his powers and find them?”

The butler sadly shook his head.

What previously was a state of anxiety, now was slowly shifting into a panic whit every passing hour. As long as they were alone in Devildom, they definitely weren’t safe. 

"Something happened to MC?!" Luke’s voice caught their attention. 

Both angels and Solomon were standing in the entrance to the dining room, looking rather startled. 

"We don’t know yet." Diavolo stated calmly. 

They joined everyone by the table and Solomon took the textbook. He gave Diavolo a specific look and the demon lord nodded in response. He started studying it. 

"Are they safe?! Why aren’t you worried?!" the young angel kept questioning. 

"I’m sure that MC’s okay." Simeon’s white lies weren’t exactly suited for an angel. 

"Of course, everyone is worried." Belphegor stated irritated. "That’s why we called you!" 

Solomon tried to quiet out the rambling and kept examining the book, but just like Diavolo confirmed, there wasn’t anything extraordinary about it. That was unless he opened it and a single sheet of paper fell out.

[detectiveupstead]

What A Guy [Upstead One Shot]

Summary: Jay pays Hailey a visit when he hears about her break up with Adam. Because he’s a good partner.

“Man, this week felt like it dragged,” Adam sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he slid into the booth across from Jay.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Jay said, leaning back in the booth, hands wrapped around the beer bottle as he played with the label. Molly’s was somewhat busy that night, given the weekend was coming up. Music was playing and he could see Severide and Casey playing darts on the other side.

Kevin, who swallowed his sip of beer, settled the bottle back down and let out a breath of his own. “Well, at least we got Shaw. And Gina got her meds,” he said, looking towards the brighter side of things.

Jay flicked his eyebrows up, nodding in agreement. They’d just wrapped up the case the day before, and today had been spent finishing up any of the paperwork that needed to be filed. They all agreed it had been a bit of a difficult case, given that Gina and her husband Bob only wanted her to live and were wrapped up in Shaw’s schemes. It was rough, to say the least, to see how far a man would go for someone he loved. But Jay couldn’t fault Bob for that.

“Gotta tell you guys—after I down a few beers, I can’t wait to knock out,” Adam said with a shake of his head. Jay was inclined to agree with him.

“’Course you can’t,” Kevin said, shooting his friend a teasing look, eyebrows raised and smile coy. “You’ve got Upton right next to you.”

Jay hoped neither of them noticed the way his grip tightened on his beer bottle, feeling something clench in his chest as he took a long sip. He’d been doing a good job in not thinking about his partner and Adam together—and an even better job in not considering why he felt so uncomfortable about it.

Across from him, he noticed the way Adam’s expression faltered, leaning back. “Ah,” he said, clicking his tongue, avoiding eye contact with either of his friends. “Yeah, no, Hailey and I—we’re over.”

A startled expression crossed over Jay’s face at Adam’s news, blinking at him in incredulity, unsure if he’d heard him right. But judging by Kevin’s bewildered expression, Jay knew he’d heard Adam right. They’d ended things? When? And why hadn’t Hailey said anything?

He thought of how she hadn’t told him she and Adam were together until Jay walked in on them arguing, so he wasn’t too surprised that she didn’t tell him the relationship was over. Despite his disappointment.

“Oh, shit, bro, I’m sorry to hear that,” Kevin said with a frown. He patted Adam’s shoulder as he asked, “You wanna talk about it?”

Adam’s lips quirked to the side. “Nah, it’s fine.”

Unable to help his curiosity, yet maintaining sensitivity for his friend, Jay asked, “What happened?”

“We just. . .” Adam shrugged, lips puckering thoughtfully for a moment. “We didn’t mesh well, y’know? Relationship wise.” He let out a breath, offering a small smile. “It wasn’t meant to become anything more and I think we both realized that in the end. So we, uh, broke it off last night.”

Last night?

Jay remembered Hailey’s words, remembered how she’d told him that she hadn’t expected anything to truly come from her and Adam getting together. How it had taken her off guard. He wondered if this breakup took her off guard, too. Wondered if he should be there for her.

She was his partner. He wanted to be there for her.

Jay frowned, shaking his head slightly at Adam. “I’m sorry, man,” he said genuinely, echoing Kevin’s words.

He stayed at Molly’s for another forty-five minutes before calling it a night. He bid Adam and Kevin goodnight and as he walked over to his truck, he shot Hailey a text.

Hey, you awake?

She responded quickly. Yeah, what’s up? Everything good?

Jay opened the door of his truck but didn’t get in as he texted her. Mind if I come over?

He bit his lip, watching as the three dots appeared in the lower left-hand corner. Yeah, sure thing.

A quick smile lifted at Jay’s lips as he hopped into the truck, letting out a breath as the engine roared to life. The drive to Hailey’s place was quick, consisting of Jay tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel and running his thoughts through his mind, wondering what, exactly, he was going to say to Hailey. Nothing came up, but that didn’t stop him from pulling up in front of her house.

Jay pocketed his keys as he approached the door, ringing the doorbell as he let out a breath. He could feel his heart drumming in his chest, telling himself he had no reason to be nervous. He was just checking in on his partner. He was allowed to do that, wasn’t he?

Unless he was overstepping. Unless this wasn’t something Hailey wanted to talk about and he was just going to make her uncomfortable.

He could feel himself beginning to panic at the idea of him shoving his nose in business that wasn’t his. But before he could back off, the door swung open, and there stood Hailey. She was in her leggings and an oversized Chicago Bears sweatshirt, looking all kinds of comfortable and homey, blonde tresses falling over her shoulders. Pretty, as always.

“Hey,” she greeted with a smile that hinted at her dimples, stepping to the side to let him in. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Jay answered as he stepped into the warmth of her home, hands still shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he turned to face her. He offered a smile. “Can’t a guy drop by to chat with his partner?”

Hailey raised her eyebrows, though a smile played on her mouth. “At eleven at night? Maybe,” she hummed as they walked into the kitchen. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she asked, “Scotch?”

One drink wouldn’t hurt—it’d ease his nerves far easier than the beer ever could. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He watched as Hailey poured them two glasses, his gaze trained on her face. She didn’t look. . . Heartbroken. Not that Hailey ever wore her emotions so clearly on her face on a regular basis. But Jay liked to think he was starting to read her expressions the longer they were partnered together. And right now, she was guarded. As if she knew exactly why he was there and was doing her best in keeping herself in check. He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to do that—not with him.

As she slid the glass over to him, Hailey raised her eyebrows. “Seriously, though—to what do I owe this pleasure?”

They stood at the counter, Jay bracing himself with one hand against it and the other wrapped around his glass. Meeting her blue eyes, Jay started cautiously, “I was at Molly’s with Adam, and. . .”

Understanding flickered across her features as she nodded. “And he told you we ended things.”

Jay pressed his lips together. “He did.” Hailey nodded again, dropping her gaze to her glass, tapping her nails against it. Jay ducked his head, trying to meet her eyes as he said, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Hailey let out a short, breathless chuckle as she pushed herself away from the counter. She shot him a quick smile. “I’m fine, Jay,” she told him, turning to walk towards the living room with her glass.

He gave her a flat look, even though she couldn’t see it, as he followed her. “Yeah, that was convincing,” he said after taking a sip of the Scotch. Hailey sat down on the couch and Jay joined her, putting his glass down on the coffee table. Resting his arms on his knees, Jay looked at Hailey, who sat to his right. “Look, Hails—I know it probably sounds a bit hypocritical coming from me, but our little talks over drinks don’t just have to be about work, you know? If there’s ever anything on your mind, you know I’m more than willing to listen.”

She was always willing to listen to him, to get him to talk if there was anything on his mind. He didn’t often cash that in, but he did at times, and Jay could admit after talking to Hailey, he always felt better. Especially when they got together after a bad case and needed to vent. Talking to Hailey. . . It always helped. She never judged him, always listened. And they worked—always.

“I know, Jay,” Hailey said, her voice quiet yet the gratitude obvious. She looked down at her hands between her knees, blonde hair curtaining her profile. Hailey was silent for a few moments and Jay wondered if she was going to let him in. If not, he was fine to sit in silence with her. Her company was always a comfort, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

“It wasn’t meant to last,” she finally said, catching Jay’s attention. “We got together without expecting much, y’know? I mean, we work well together but just. . . Professionally, I guess.” Hailey let out a laugh, then, but it was fake and didn’t sound right coming from her. “But I’m not heartbroken or anything. I mean, it sucks, but it’ll be fine.” When she smiled this time, Jay saw the sincerity in it, feeling something tighten in his chest at it being directed towards him. “No big deal—you didn’t have to check on me.”

Jay knew Hailey kept a lot to herself; he was the same way, but that’s why they worked—they were able to pull each out. They were able to find that balance, knowing when to push and when to give space. So, Jay shot Hailey a flat look, one that told her what exactly he thought of not checking on her. “You’re my partner.” Then, jokingly he added, “It’s in the job description.”

Hailey rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered, the fondness that prompted her dimples easing something in Jay’s chest. “What, having my back on the field and when I’m going through a break-up?”

Jay flashed her a grin, quick yet charming. “Absolutely.”

She snorted, reaching for her glass, bringing it up to her lips right after muttering fondly, “What a guy.”

He tipped his glass towards her before sipping it as well, feeling his smile grow. Her guy. He was her guy, and Jay could declare that unabashedly and proudly as he leaned back on the couch, comfortable in her presence as Hailey settled back as well. And so they sat together in silence, drinking their Scotch and reveling in each other’s company.

When Jay glanced over her, he’d see the small smile playing at her lips, any lingering tension having long since gone. As if his company was enough to put her at ease, make her forget anything weighing her down. He knew that’s how it felt for him when she was with him. He loved knowing it was mutual.

And so he sat with his partner in the quiet of her living room, giving her his company for as long as she wanted it, not knowing that if Hailey had it her way, she’d never let him leave.