#and then i thought 'I'll fucking jump in front of a train' just to remember that there are none

[tardis--dreams]

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Can I request dom Gp yujin roughly fucking her needy innocent gf reader?

Sure babe, here you go!! Hope you like it! 💖💖💖

You knew she told you to wait for her and to not touch yourself, but it was so hard for you :( alright, it was just a weekend trip, but two days is a lot to go by without her soft touches and praises.

She had told you before the two of you got involved about the dom life style she had and that the sex you two had with each other was vanilla because she didn't think you were ready yet, you were basically too innocent to comprehend a few things. So she was basically training you to listen to her, about safe words, limits, kinks, etc.

She got to her apartment quietly, expecting to surprise you and got surprised instead.

You were riding her pillow slowly and moaning softly, unaware of her behind you with her arms crossed and a very serious demeanor. You were only wearing a thin black blouse and a ponytail, eyes closed in concentration trying to get off. You had never done that before. She cleared her throat, making you scream and jump from the spot you were.

"Un-unnie" You said, almost happy she was back, but remembering she saw you doing exactly what she told you not to do.

"Having fun?" She lifted an eyebrow, daring you to explain what she just saw.

"I..." You started out, your voice small because of the shame. "I didn't mean to unnie, I swear!" You cried out. "I just missed you so much, I-..."

She slowly walked towards you, unbuckling her belt. You were scared, humiliated and oh, so horny.

"Put your hands together in front of you" She commanded, her voice low and her tone ice cold. You did as she told, kneeling on the bed and putting both your hands together in front of your body for her. She evolved your wrists with her belt, tying you. "Move your fingers for me, tell me if it's too tight" She said, not even looking at your face.

"It's not too tight, unnie" You were feeling too guilty to even ask her anything. She straightened her back, holding your jaw with one hand, making you face her.

"What did I tell you not to do?" She asked, unzipping her trousers. You couldn't answer, staring at her hard cock inside her underwear. She gripped your jaw harder. "Answer me" She commanded again, snapping you out of your trance.

"You told me to not touch myself" you looked down, in shame.

"that's right" She freed her cock, spitting in her hand and pumping it slowly. "But aren't you such a big girl, making decisions for yourself?" She scoffed and you knit your eyebrows together about to cry. "I spoiled you too much, always delaying a big punishment because I thought you were so innocent"

"Unnie" you simply said, a tear rolling down your right eye.

"I guess you are not so innocent, right?" She pumped her cock a bit harder, closing her eyes, a moan escaping her pretty lips. "So since you wanna act like a slut, I'll treat you like one" She gripped your jaw even harder, forcing you to open it. "So I'll teach you what disobedient girls get from me"

She didn't even wait for you to put two plus two together, already shoving her big cock in your mouth, gripping both sides of your head. She had her mouth agape, pulling you hard onto her, making you gag. She was face fucking you so hard you couldn't even breathe, shaking from that humiliating feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You were scared, she never treated you so roughly before.

"Take it, slut" She said through gritted teeth. She pushed her cock deeper, holding your head for a few seconds. "Breathe through your nose" she commanded, moaning. "Fucking hell, you look so pretty like this" You could feel it throb in your throat, choking. Suddenly she took it all from your mouth.

You started coughing like crazy, tears rolling down your face, specially fucked out for her.

"Aren't you a good little slut for me?" She pulled you by the arm, sitting down and placing you over her lap with your ass up, your tied wrists holding your upper body from falling face first on the bed. "I can fuck your pretty cunt, but before I have to punish you for your little show earlier" she said and you were so out of yourself that you didn't answer. She gripped you by the ponytail, lifting your face and talking on your ear. "Are you up for your punishment, princess?" She purred on your ear.

Fuck, she looked so on her element like that it only felt natural for you to just obey, simply letting her do whatever she wanted to you. You eagerly nodded, allowing her to do anything she wanted, tears still rolling down your face, drooling and babbling some "Yes unnie, please unnie"

"Good slut" She bit your neck and pulled your face for a searing kiss, making you moan and grip the sheets under your tied hands. She spat onto your mouth, smiling as she saw you trying to catch every drop, glossy eyes trying to focus on something. "I'll start" she said, massaging your butt cheeks. "Five strokes each" She kissed your shoulder, already striking the first one.

You screamed, that really hurt. But as she was striking, your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, clenching around nothing. She smiled as you moaned, shaking your head. You felt pain, but it felt good; you were crying but mostly because you wanted more; humiliation kicking in, but that only made you feel more aroused. Scary and big feelings, but you loved each second.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" She gripped your hair again, lifting your face.

"N-no unnie, please" You managed to say, between sobs.

"Such a polite girl" She said, continuing her strikes. You screamed, shaking violently, you were sure you felt your orgasm approaching, but couldn't do anything to stop it. She finished counting, kissing your back over your thin blouse. "You did so good, so good" She collected some of your wetness with two of her fingers, plugin them to her own mouth and moaning. "You taste so good, but I need to use your pussy to cum now"

She pushed you off her lap, making you stand up on shaky legs, your back facing her. Without a warning, she pulled you by the waist, her cock entering you roughly.

"Fuck" She bucked her hips up, pulling you into her each time stronger, the sounds of your skin slapping were even louder than your screams of pleasure. "My little cock sleeve" She managed to say between grunts. "I'll fucking ruin you baby, fuck" She kept the hard, rough pace. "I'll use you until I'm satisfied" She rolled her eyes, using your little pussy as a fleshlight, as if you were just some toy she could fuck into.

"Use me, unnie" You screamed, your body limp, shaking on her grip, milking her cock, clenching so hard your heard her hiss. She loved when you did that. "I love you unnie, please use me" You cried out.

Yujin couldn't hold it any longer, spurting her cum inside your tight pussy, growling with her eyes closed, feeling you cum on her cock as well. Pulling you to sit on her lap with her cock inside, she swiftly laid you down with her, moving your limp body as if you were light as a feather.

"Beautiful" She kissed your cheek, not aggressive at all anymore, still shallowly moving her hips into yours. She lifted your leg, bucking into you sideways, both of you shaking already. "Look at you, took me so well" She whispered, breathing heavily. "Look at your pussy, baby" She told you and you finally opened your heavy lids.

She took her cock from inside of you, her cum and yours oozing out of your puffy cunt. Both of you moaned and she hugged you from behind squeezing you, breathing into your hair. She really loved your smell.

"I missed you too, princess" She said as you were dozing off. "We'll do your aftercare after you wake up and you and I are going to have a talk" She turned you around and you hugged her waist, nuzzling into her chest.

"I know unnie, I'm sorry" You sheepishly said as she untied your wrists.

"Sleep, princess" She kissed your forehead and that sent you straight to dream land.

[vad-hander]

LET’S KEEP IT SECRET Pt.5

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x Yuta

others: SM Rookies, multiple SM and JYP idols

genre: series | idol!au | smut | angst | fluff | slow burn | unrequited love | friends to lovers (oops) | mutual pining | teenage to adults | idol!nct, idol!reader, teenage to adults (trainee days until today)

words: 7k

side note: as usual, I'll appreciate all your feedback and thoughts!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

Your hand raised immediately to cover your opened mouth. Fuck. Yuta’s outside. Yuta came here to see you. After months of silence, he shows up so randomly?! You were almost mad how unprepared you were for this meeting.

Like, not even mentally, your appearance was fucking awkward. You danced for the past 5 hours in a room with barely any venting system. You sweated so badly your hair now looked like you didn’t wash it for a week, you were procrastinating in your bed aka waiting for your turn in the shower - because with the number of people on the floor two bathrooms were just not it, you literally had to wait in a queue to shower - so you were in your training sweats and shirt. Ah, you panicked. Your hands automatically reached for your brush - at least you’d braid the mess on your head and not make it too obvious you were fresh out of practice. You roughly ran the brush through your hair, the silent room now filled with you ripping through your hair and awkwardly enough - attracting everyone’s attention to you. How the hell were you supposed to make yourself look presentable without people questioning why you’re acting that way? You braided your hair quickly, trying not to pay too much attention to the curious eyes. You are, at the end of the day, planning to be famous - you have to be used to people watching you, tho its not really the same, but it should be the same in your head in order for you to not flip out. You found your lip balm and hid it in the pocket to not put it on so openly and ran out of the room in pure silence only to return a second after. “I-, ahem, I’m going to the CU, does anyone need anything?“ 

“Yeah, no.“ Jiwon gave you a weird look, crossing eyes with Sieun. Well, okay. 

You didn’t have a second to think if you wanted to slow down or speed up or what you were going to say, you just ran out of the building without any thoughts. You just really wanted to see Yuta with your eyes. Just have him before you no matter how awkward this might be, just look at him. God, why did you not see him?! Your eyes ran across the entrance of the building one time and once again, because there wasn’t anyone. You walked off further into the street, turning the corner of the building, immediately meeting with Yuta’s eyes. You jumped in place and stopped. You weren’t sure if you should sprint off and hug him or let him take the lead. Yuta took a step towards you and you did so too automatically, meeting somewhere in-between. Yuta stared at you and his eyes were trying to drink in every feature on your face, while you were doing the same. You were trying to see if anything changed, if anything was different and it seemed like everything was not the same but at the same time he was just who you remembered him to be. It felt so weird, like some fever dream turn into live or more like a brimmed with romance k-drama moment where two leads finally meet each other after years of separation. The street lights and autumn breeze was adding up to the feeling. You blinked silently at the man like amoeba, not knowing what was the reason behind him coming here, what did he think of you and what you should be acting like in front of him now. What were you? Should you just ask him in the face? You seriously considered, since he watched you without saying a thing.

“I would say that I’m so happy you texted, but if I’m completely honest, I’m so confused at this point.“ you surprised Yuta by breaking the silence.

“Jaehyun told me you two were discussing… us?“ Ugh, he did? You recalled saying something to him along the lines of maybe you can ask him and tell me, but you didn’t expect him go out of his way and actually do it. One more UGH for Jeong Jaehyun. You were beyond conscious of what he might’ve said or discussed with Yuta. 

“That’s pretty exaggerated.“ You weren’t discussing your relationship, you literally cut him off in like two sentences and continued with your exchange of random things that happened in your life in the time being you avoided him. 

“Anyway.“ what was they sigh and the undertone of that word. Was he…pissed off? The tone of his voice was giving something between slight indifference and irritation. 

“Yes, anyway.“ You felt a little more worked up just from the look he gave you. That’s very much not how you imagined the reunion with your boyfriend, or more likely ex-boyfriend by now. “So Jaehyun is the only reason you reached out after months of silence?“ 

“Yes and no. He told me about seeing you and I realised that I would’ve liked it for myself too. To see you, talk to you and everything else.“ Everything else is what…? Touching, hugging, kissing and …? You needed elaboration on this uncertainty. 

“Okay.“ You gave him a nod, very much flabbergasted at the prospect of possibly kissing Yuta. 

“Do you hate me? For leaving you to hang on for this long?“ his eyes pierced through yours. “I reckoned you’ll need a lot of time to process the transfer and new life and new people and I tried to give you space to work everything out. My own debuted and other things got in the way. I took too long and then was just scared and awkward to reach out.“

“But I messaged you. You could’ve said literally anything back.“

“I’m sorry.“ He did sound full of remorse, you’d give him that.

“Well at least you had more than enough time to think everything through.“ You cackled, not able to hold yourself back from coming at him. 

“Right.“

“So… I guess you came here to give me the verdict?“

“I came here to tell you that I’ve been missing you so fucking bad. That I really badly want to talk to you and hug you again and kiss you again. I want to know everything that’s been happening to you recently. I texted you to see if you’d be able to forgive me for taking so long. So…will you forgive me? Are we still on the same page?“ He crushed the words at you like a cannon ball. They were things you wanted to hear, but somehow at the same time you were feeling uneasy at the confession. You had to tell him first thing that came into your mind otherwise the silence felt too deafening. Yuta gripped your palm as proof of what he felt.

“My company…. We have a very strict no dating policy. We’re not even allowed to have a simple crush. Literally anything relationship related is strictly prohibited.“

“You know that SM have all the same rules.“

“No-, like gawking over someone gets you to pack your bags and leave, Yuta.“

“Okay?“ He couldn’t understand where you led him, neither did you.

“And you’re a whole damn man, that comes to see me at night.“ 

“That’s why I didn’t come to the entrance where all those CCTV cams could see us.“

“Yeah.“ You gave him a nod but clearly didn’t acknowledge what he said properly, continuing on with what you were saying “Not even a year ago one of the guys at the company got his contract terminated because he was allegedly breaking the no dating rule. Our producer is very strict with those rules, he says it has to be at least 5 years before we should even think of dating. Otherwise we’re not dedicated enough.“ you paused because you would love to feel Yuta’s grip on your fingers. If he touched you, you would’ve stopped to crash these things at him.

“I see, you’re trying to refuse me.“ How would he make a conclusion like that when you didn’t even know yourself, what you were trying to do.

“No. I’m just stating facts. For you… to consider.“

“I have considered all those things. Nothing’s changed for me. I still find you very beautiful, I’m still deeply attracted to you.“ You felt a butterfly flop inside your chest. This was such a relief to hear - Yuta still wanted you. 

“Me too.“ You half whispered, you really didn’t want to admit something like that out loud where people could see and hear you. You suddenly felt a little conscious doing these things in front of your literal dorm, where you didn��t have friends, but a whole damn building of people that would happily sneak on you to free one more spot in the competition, but the man in front of you didn’t feel the same way. Yuta moved his foot a step forward, knocking it against your shoe. His fingers laced through yours once again in such electrifying movement you almost lost all your consciousness and leaned in to kiss him. Yuta pulled you towards him, taking a couple steps back from the lit up pavement, to the more dark and private space under a tree. 

“Fuck, I really missed even simply holding on to your fingers.“ Yuta sighed miserably. He squeezed your hands like he regretted every previous decision he made and you believed the boy that stood right in front of you. You believed because despite not making a lot of moves to reunite yourself, you longed and waited and held that little something you had between you close to your heart. You believed you were loving him, because you couldn’t say you knew for sure, you didn’t know much about love enough to state it. You loved your dad, because he was your parent, he took care of you, understood you, listened to you, helped you through hardships, took your side when everyone - or more accurately your mom - were against you. You loved Jaehyun, because he was the first person in your life that could understand you. With no mockery, jealousy or humiliation. He reached for the same goals and understood you completely. In addition to that, he knew how to make you smile, how to make you feel better, when you were down. He seemed to genuinely care for you and who you were, he cared for every little thing you told him or showed him. You loved him because his ways of being your friend helped you become a good one for him, or at least, you were hoping you were still in the process to become one. You loved him just because he was Jaehyun, your best friend, your first friend in SM and your first best friend in the whole wide world.

But Yuta… you felt like you loved him because when he kissed you that first time, your whole being flipped. You don’t remember how or why you existed before that. At first you were obviously, clearly very much shocked at the action. A) you were a baby back then, you didn’t really think of anything like that; b) you were scared of anything related to attraction to other people since something like that would clearly take a toll on your success and debut - and maybe it already did - and you just didn’t want to admit. You were loving Yuta in a completely different way - in a way what you considered a grown woman love a grown man. Not sure if the type together forever kind of love, but together for a long time type of way. You were feeling that heaviness of excitement in your chest now that Yuta was staring at you like that. Your feelings might’ve started to feel like nothing in the past weeks, because you were busy and alone and maybe a little hopeless, but him being here right now made it overwhelming. 

“Me too.“ You meowed in his hold. You weren’t able to talk properly, to stand your ground - no way at all. You were mushy in his hold, if he’d pull your hands down, you’d fold right before him in a second. 

“I still am very much in love with you.“ He leaned in and brushed his lips over your cheek. You felt heated in a nano-second, squeezing Yuta’s fingers tighter in your hold. You tried to free one of your hands to hug his waist, but his fingers felt like claws over yours.

“Me too.“ You whispered breathlessly as your mouth tried to find Yuta’s, lick into it even for the briefest moment and then do whatever the hell he would want to, but he moved away and you found it in yourself to talk. “I have to be honest. This company, it really can’t be compared to SM, everything is different and I’m scared. Of how this is going to go, I’m scared that someone is possibly watching us right now and I’m going to get kicked out tomorrow. I am so scared that following what my heart wants in love department will ruin what I want to have in my career. I fear that having a boyfriend is going to end things for me. Maybe for you too. We’re risking a lot. So much, Yuta.“ 

“It’s fine.“ Hm? What does he mean it’s fine…? “Just don’t tell them I’m your boyfriend, just a guy friend from way back. We won’t put a label on it for everyone to see. There’s Jaehyun and there’s me, no difference for everyone else. No one should care about what we’re doing in privacy, when being with each other. Who would care to find out that the difference between me and Jaehyun is that I’m desperately in love with you? Well, huh, wait.“ Yuta paused, smirked and raised an brow at you with his signature playful smile. “How does that make me any different from Jaehyun then?“ Yuta smarted quickly, full on beaming so proud of his own joke. You punched his shoulder playfully, finally being able to get away from his grip. Now that he made jokes about Jaehyun, it almost felt like nothing at all changed. 

-

“Congratulations, boo.“ Jaehyun shoved a bouquet in your face. You smiled, taking the flowers from his grip, giving them barely a glance as your hand turned them facing down. Your eyes darted from one corner to the other, not focusing on Jaehyun even for the slightest second. If you did though, you would’ve noticed how his smile turned downwards as his eyes soaked in your indifference. You were thankful that he came, you were so happy he came for you, but there was a main question that needed to be asked. 

“Where’s Yuta?“ You asked impatiently. Jaehyun’s eyes, that lit up upon your attention on him extinct as he heard your question.

“Don’t know.“ He had to clear his throat before replying. 

“Don’t you live together?“  You scrutinised Jaehyun, almost too accusatory for such a public instance. 

“I’m sorry.“ Jaehyun lowered his gaze to the ground, hitting your heart with a pang and maybe finally bringing you back to your senses. You smiled apologetically, almost poking his cheek at how terribly cute he looked with his head down, apologising for not knowing whereabouts of your not-boyfriend-boyfriend. You pressed Jaehyun’s bouquet to his chest and he jerked his head up in fear at first, relaxing as he saw your soft face expression. Did he think you were going to throw those flowers at him? You almost felt hurt that your best friend thought you were a bitch. 

“You have nothing to apologise for. You came to my graduation despite being a very busy boy.“ You murmured as softly as possible being surrounded by hundreds of other school graduates. Jaehyun showed you his dimples and you took a step forward, keeping the flowers to his chest. “You’re the very best, as usual.“ Jaehyun chuckled and tapped the top of your head.

“Don’t“ he beamed, pleased.

“And very sweet, you didn’t have to buy me peonies.“ You ogled properly the flowers, to not ogle over Jaehyun. His hand on the top of your hair felt like lava dripped down from where he touched you. It felt too hot, despite it being very early February. You found his hand with your free one, touching his palm with yours and making sure it wasn’t even hot, it was your body having thermoregulations issues. 

“You came to my graduation, I came to yours. That’s what best friends do, boo.“ Jaehyun wiggled your fingers in his hold, making you emotional. That’s what best friends do, then what the f is the boyfriend doing - not coming to one important thing in your life. 

“I think ‘boo’ has romantic under text, Jaehyun.“ you chuckled, processing what he called you. “Someone might overhear us and think we’re romantically involved.“ You chuckled at the thought, it seemed a little funny to you, when your eyes still searched for Yuta with peripheral vision. 

“It’s only romantic if you make it sound this way. I was envisioning boo like a ghost, because you’ve been more of a ghost in my life for the past half a year. You’ve been ghosting me, boo.“ He smirked as he smarted his last sentence, and you swallowed a chuckle, moving your head disapprovingly. You hugged him instead of an answer, squeezing the flowers between your bodies because you felt weird and thought it’d be a great shield from direct contact with his body. “Love you.“ Jaehyun whispered lowly above your ear, his arm squeezing your shoulders, the other one patting your back. “Not romantically, in case you’ve started to imagine things.“ He chuckled and you couldn’t stop yourself from pinching his side. 

“Shut up.“ You tried to wiggle out of the hug, Jaehyun’s fingers only gripping tighter onto your shoulder. “I love you, too.“

“I hope no one’s taking pics, huh.“ Jaehyun immediately let go of you, pulling back up the face mask on his face, as if the past 10 minutes weren’t enough to recognise him for whoever wanted to recognise him. 

“I’m here for Jungkook’s graduation.“ he pushed the flowers against your chest once again and took a very big step back. “I don’t even know you. Who are you, again?“ He squeezed his eyes like he couldn’t see you and you shrugged. He was talking at least two times louder, like he couldn’t hear you through the crowd and you needed to keep up with him. 

“Don’t know you either… are you sure you’re Jungkook’s friend? I don’t think he ever mentioned you.“ Your pointing finger made a zigzag in the air, like it could help you remember something. “Do you even see him?“ You smirked because Jaehyun have not stepped a foot away from you since the moment he arrived and it didn’t seem like he was trying to look for anyone else.

“Just lost him out of my sight.“ Jaehyun scratched his forehead like he tried to remember which direction his friend went.

“I see.“ You nodded, smiling because Jaehyun couldn’t keep his face straight. He shoved the flowers against your face to hide you from him.

“Oh! Jaehyunie!“ You heard an exclamation from behind.

“My princess!“ You jumped in place, quickly turning to find the source of that sound, finally training your eyes on the man that tried to crawl through all students and families. 

“Dad!“ You exclaimed and lost yourself in a hug. 

“Congratulations, I’m so proud of you.“ Your dad kissed both your cheeks, before one more bouquet appeared before your eyes. 

“Thank you.“ You smiled and kissed your fathers cheek in return.

“Come here, greet your mother.“ Your mom called for you, somehow her hand settled on Jaehyun’s wrist, the deadly grip making it impossible for him to disappear. You gave your mom a quick hug, and allowed her to kiss your cheek. “We should take a photo together. Jaehyun, take one for us.“

“Of course, ma’am.“ Jaehyun bowed like a well-trained puppy and showed you his dimples for encouragement. Your mum forced the face mask off his face somewhere in the process, you laughed.

“One, two, say kimchi.“ He pressed onto the cameras button and the sound of shutter let you know the photo was taken.

“Now with your mom only.“ Your father pressed you into your mothers side and forced you to smile, taking the camera out of Jaehyun’s grip. He stood there awkwardly, next to your dad like he was next in line for something. Another sound of shutter. “Now with me only.“ Your dad took the spot next to you and you tried to pose more enthusiastically than before. Click and the pic is done. Jaehyun blinked quietly, when it felt like a perfect que for him to exit the scene, your dad made it impossible “With Jaehyun now, too!“

“It’s fine.“ Your friend protested as he read confusion on your face. It wasn’t even confusion, you just wanted a picture with Yuta on your graduation day and you were not getting one and you were hurt. You would trade a photo with Jaehyun in a heartbeat to one with Yuta. You anyway had hundreds of pics with Jaehyun, it wouldn’t hurt if you had one less.

“No, come here, Jungkook’s friend.“ you gestured for him to get to you.

“Okay, princess.“ He mocked, making the tone of his voice funny trying to impersonate your dad. You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, immediately being gagged by your own body when Jaehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his side. Your head turned to see Jaehyun, because you were flabbergasted all of a sudden and needed to see if he felt any of that. Seemed like he didn’t, he cracked a smile, showing off his dimples, fingers of his free hand forming a V. Sound of shutter and there you have a picture of you staring up at Jaehyun. “One more!“ You shout before anyone could move from their place.

Jaehyun, thank god, moved his hand off your waist to drop it on top of your head and smiled once again. You smiled too, snugging an arm over his waist this time. 

“One, two, three, kimchi!“ Your dad announced loudly and you tickled Jaehyun’s side, forcing a chuckle out his throat. It sounded so unusually low you needed a second to process what that was, because he suddenly make your insides tremble with how low that sound was. You stole a quick glance at Jaehyun, seeing how that tickle made his whiskers appear, you prayed he’d have them visible in the photo too. 

You unglued yourself from your best friend when the two of you stood too close for too long. 

“Who’s Jungkook?“ Your mom wondered.

“Jaehyun’s friend that graduates today too.“ You stated the simple truth.

“Do you know him?“ What did she mean by that? Why did she care? Oh god.

“Jaehyun, do you want to join us for celebratory lunch? Of course, if only your schedule allows you to join us.“ Your dad slightly bowed like Jaehyun was some sort of serious politician, sportsman or at least a senior to him. 

“He’s a celebrity now! Of course he doesn’t have time to dine with us!“ Your mom waved off your father at the silly suggestion.

“No, no, mr and missis y/l/n, I would gladly join your lunch to celebrate graduation of your daughter.“ Jaehyun almost bowed 90 degrees in deepest reverence for your parents and you had to physically catch his shoulder mid way to stop him at least at 45 degrees.

“Ah! Jaehyunie! The tone of your voice, it’s so deep and charming! I can’t believe it, just last time I saw you it wasn’t like that“ Your mom hid her face in her hands in shock, she acted like a whole different person when it came to Jaehyun, you hated how she couldn’t do the same to Yuta, or you. You really didn’t want to remind her she saw him more than a year ago and that his voice has been this way for a little while.

“It just happened overnight.“ Jaehyun chuckled, his ears suddenly turning pink, as he walked in front of you with your parents. You wondered if you’d trail off the route, how quickly they’d notice you were gone.

-

“What is this?“ you felt a rush of warmth throughout your body, making your palm immediately sweaty in Yuta’s hold. You don’t know exactly why would you ask the question, when you could see very clearly for yourself the words above the entrance. Motel. And the door was graced with a piece of paper, that read hourly rates applicable. You felt warm rashes through your body every time you read those words and if you continued you most likely would’ve fell on the floor from high blood pressure. The door opened and you tore your hand from Yuta’s hold, hiding your face even more behind the mask and the cap you wore. You had another rash of sweat down your spine as you saw people walk down the stairs, both the man and the lady looked like they had sex just a minute ago, which honestly most likely wasn’t a mistake. It was an hourly motel, at the end of the day.

“A place, where you and I can be one on one with no fear of being seen, disturbed or whatever.“ Yuta found your hand once again and squeezed it.

“It’s an hourly motel.“ You said out loud and felt even more sweat form on your lower back. If Yuta wasn’t able to distinguish your feelings by your face that hid behind clothing, he should’ve definitely felt it in the tone of your voice. You almost lost balance on your two feet as another couple walked past you, this time inside the building and if it wasn’t for Yuta’s grip on you, you would’ve took off away right then and there. 

“Yes, it doesn’t matter. Does it? You and me together is the only thing that matters.“

“What if someone sees us?“ Your throat gave up on you as the thought gave you a whiplash. 

“Trust me, just trust me. Come on.“ Yuta moved your body in front of his, grabbing your face with his hands. Despite your endless will to trust him, you were having second hand thoughts on the idea. “Do you really want to leave? I promise you, I really tried to pick a good one. Coming in or leaving?“ Yuta asked concerned, now that he was able to see your eyes he could very clearly tell that you were concerned - well who wouldn’t - and tried to make you feel better. 

“Coming in.“ your voice sounded weaker than usual. Yuta smiled and kissed your face, where he’d guessed through the mask your mouth was and dragged you behind himself.

“Why are you not taking the mask off?“ Yuta glanced quickly at your unmoving body on the corner of the bed, before continuing with whatever he was doing in his backpack. The thing did seem packed to the brim and you were curious what Yuta had in there, before he brought you to the hourly motel. It did look nice inside, despite the room being small and obviously cheap - it was relatively fresh renovation and almost didn’t look like you rented this thing for 5 hours, though you couldn’t kill the thought of people coming in here to specifically have sex, and you couldn’t stop thinking on the number of people that had sex in this exact room and you couldn’t stop thinking how you most likely are going to end up doing the same thing and what’s even worse than that, you couldn’t stop thinking-

“What if there’s a hidden camera? Or worse… many cameras?“ You couldn’t even lift your hand to reveal your face to possibly hidden viewers in this room. 

“What?“ Yuta chuckled at your -ridiculous- suggestion, before swallowing and leaving his backpack alone to stand in front of you. The bed had tall legs, allowing Yuta to not bend too much to be on your level. His fingers squeezed your cheeks and forced the face mask down your face. “I wouldn’t bring you to some weird ass place with sperm sprayed all over the walls.“ Well, good, but still, you would’ve appreciated an actual hotel much more. “I heard good things about this place from my friends… well, because not everyone is Jeong Jaehyun with an apartment in Apgujeong.“ there was no emotion in the tone of his voice, he was just saying things he thought, but it stung so fucking badly how he always had to put Jaehyun in comparison. Even if his family home was in the most expensive district of Seoul, it didn’t mean Yuta was any poor coming here from Japan. He was poor because in the circumstance he was a foreigner with no home and was sent a certain amount by his parents, not because he didn’t have any money at home. It wasn’t about Jaehyun or this place or anything else at all. It was about you and Yuta, but somehow he wanted it to be about someone else too. “Anyway, my friends come here sometimes, it’s not too low class, at least these sheets are clean, okay? Once I have a better option, we won’t have to do it like that.“

“Okay.“ You gave Yuta an unnoticeable nod, his lips brushing the corner of your lips in reply. 

“There’s no hidden cam, don’t even think of such things. I wouldn’t bring you to a place like that nor would I risk my very real career for a fuck.“ Very real as if in what you were doing wasn’t that real? Or were you trying to read between the lines too much because you were in a very smitten mood. Almost in a mood where if you weren’t your usual mushy self when it came to Yuta you would’ve stood up and left. Because this was making you feel uncomfortable to an extent you can’t describe. “It’s your birthday, I just wanted us to be together. I have a surprise, close your eyes.“ Yuta smiled at you sweetly, like when he wanted you to do things he wanted and you didn’t. You gave him a smile too, because you were getting all grumpy and unfriendly because whatever this was didn’t meet with your expectations. You pecked his lips and closed your eyes with a smile on your lips that hurt a little, because you were trying really hard not to think of your last birthday, when Jaehyun invited you to that Apgujeong home and made you feel happy. 

You listened to Yuta’s shuffling, probably in that backpack of his, finally you felt his knees bump into yours as he got back in front of you and you felt his fingers wrap around yours. “You can open your eyes.“ And you did so on command, met with a view of Yuta in a birthday hat, throwing a spiral confetti in your face. “Happy birthday!“

“Thank you.“ You smiled, flinching as the thrown confetti almost hit your face. Yuta’s now free hand pushed your cap off your head, forcefully putting on a party cone that said birthday girl. You chuckled sincerely, helping Yuta with the elastic band over your chin. 

“I love you, birthday girl.“ you beamed because despite what you just thought and felt you loved him too. Yuta leaned in to you a little more making the ring on his necklace visible from his shirt, you didn’t even have a second to think, you just leaned in and kissed his mouth, because there was nothing else to do. The past year have been very tough on the both of you. You started it off badly with your transition and after that long break of not talking to each other you rebuild what you had in a very low-key manner. Too low-key even for your liking, you couldn’t imagine what Yuta felt like. You could quite possibly count on your fingers the number of times the two of you kissed, so kissing him like this felt a little unreal. Just your lips on Yuta’s, being able to move slowly, marking every bit of his mouth with love and need, to be in his arms and continue kissing him like that. You invited Yuta’s tongue in your mouth, as he moved it slowly against your closed lips. He finally grabbed onto your neck, allowing for you to slightly back up against his hold, because it was hard for you to hold your composure. You almost forgot how good of a kisser Yuta was - not that you had anyone to compare it to - your tongue licked against his and as your body leaned back against the mattress, Yuta chased your mouth, not wishing to break the kiss even for a moment, finding balance next to your shoulders. “You’re making it incredibly hard to focus on anything else, my love.“ Yuta found it in him to pull away for a moment, only to lean back in and kiss your cupids bow, pressing his nose against your cheek. 

“What were you planning to do, bringing me to an hourly motel?“ You chuckled, not even annoyed anymore, just curious because it did sound a little funny to you.

“We probably spent less than 24 hours together in a whole damn year since your last birthday. Doing anything together is fine. I mean it when I say I miss you.“ Yuta bit onto his lip, staring you down. “I haven’t seen you up close like this probably in a whole fucking year, and you’re my girlfriend. How ridiculous is that?“  

“I always think of that time we went to Japan and had a real nice date. That is the sweetest thing anyone ever did to me.“

“Me too, I always think about that night.“ Yuta’s lips kissed your jaw, as his body dropped on the bed next to you, unable to hold his bodyweight with his arms any longer. “When your first vacation comes, first thing we’re doing - a trip anywhere, just you and me.“

“Promise?“ Your heart chirped, that’s exactly a promise you needed from him.

“Yes, love, promise.“ Yuta cosied himself on the mattress, snaking both his hands to lay half of you on top of him. 

“What if our schedules don’t ever match up?“ You worried.

“I don’t think it’s possible for us to never match in schedules. Don’t worry, I’ll make it work for you.“ Yuta’s fingers trailed a line from your elbow to the shoulder. You had to swallow, because you really wanted to ask him why would he not make it work for your school graduation when Jaehyun did make it work. Jaehyun, who was a little busier with schedules than Yuta, you needed to be a blind fool to not notice how your friend had side gigs and Yuta didn’t. He had no excuse to not come, the thought been eating you up for months. You had to swallow it once again, because you didn’t want to fight, because maybe not saying a thing about it now, months after, was the best thing for you. Maybe Yuta couldn’t even remember by now, since he never brought it up himself.

-

You rolled your arms before your body, bouncing slightly on the floor to the beat, as the last beat approached, you counted in your head 1 and 2 and 3 and 4, and stood up gracefully with a turn in the ending pose. After a pause for not longer than 5 seconds you heard intensive clapping and even sounds of encouragement behind you. 5 people in front of you though kept their faces emotionless, but somehow it didn’t faze you anymore. They always tried to keep that mysterious aura, fear everyone to insecurity and plain panic, but if you worked hard they didn’t usually say a bad thing-or more likely you didn’t hear them say bad things to you and others-, well, you developed an ability of turning your brain off as soon as your bum met with the floor and you weren’t sure how things went for others. It’s been a year and you still didn’t make many friends in the company and at this point pretty much gave up and kept everyone as friendly acquaintance. At least they didn’t want to be mean in your face, fake friendliness you could bare with. Everyone clapped and cheered because it’d paint them as supportive friends and good people - more points when it comes to evaluations. You knew the rule and followed it yourself, this clearly wasn’t the place to be not like other girls, but it didn’t change anything.

You bent a little and caught your breath in two heavy breathes, straining your back back at the evaluation committee. 

“Good.“ Your choreographer nodded to fellow evaluators. “Questions, notes, grades?“ 

“Could you share with us why you chose the choreography and the song?“ Mr.Lee, the creative director asks you.

“Theme of this month is hip-hop, we had guest choreographers this month that helped us improve our hip-hop skills. I wanted to do something fresh and relevant, something that would allow for you to see my improvement, but wouldn’t be a copy-paste of things we did in class. Seemed like a perfect choice.“ You noticed a slight nod in the oratory teachers’ head, you breathed in satisfied - you definitely checked off a box in her list. 

“Wasn’t the song released on Wednesday? You learned it in one day?“ your choreographer continued with the questions, only to be interrupted by JYP himself.

“You didn’t prepare for the evaluation well? Choosing a song so new is very irresponsible.“ The song was released just a day ago, they were right, but you did prepare for the evaluation thoroughly. You’ve been learning this choreo whenever you had an opportunity to see or hear Yuta, whenever the two of you face timed or very rarely talked in person. You would’ve told them the truth if it didn’t borne more questions and awkward stares. Your only option was to claim you were able to learn it in one glance.  

“No, I was preparing GOT7’s Never Ever, but heard the NCT song yesterday and thought how it clearly fits the hip-hop theme better. Changed my choice last minute.“ Yes, you somehow had the crazy idea of doing Cherry Bomb for the monthly evaluation in a day after it was released. You hoped it was believable you were able to learn the dance in a day. They looked at you for a few seconds and you didn’t understand the meaning behind the stare. “I believe I was able to show my own colour while following the choreography flawlessly and be on theme.“ You stated confidently, they tried to push you into insecurity - it was their way of doing things, one of already debuted artists at the company shared the life hack. Stand your ground and talk confidently - they’ll accept any answer as long as they don’t see you flinch at persistence. 

“If you learned the choreo that flawlessly in a day it’s impressive.“ Your choreographer smiled at you in a very low-key manner and you bowed, to show your gratitude and hide traces of a smile you swallowed.

“Did you learn the whole dance or just the dance break?“ Your eyes darted back at JYP that seemed curious. 

You knew by heart the whole thing through Yuta’s part. The only reason you chose the dance break hid behind the fact that somehow NCT had the most embarrassing dance moves throughout the song and doing all those jumps and weird hand movements in front of all these people on your own would’ve killed you. For real. The dance break plus last chorus including that part where you had to drop on your back for the ending point was the perfect fit for the 60 seconds you were given to perform. 

“I learned most of the song, but I enjoyed the dance break and chorus the most, thus decided to show that part.“

“Okay, I have nothing to add. If you’re ready, we can get to singing.“ you nodded and took a step to the mark on the floor. 

You had a tingling sensation of nervousness at the back of your neck. It was always advised to not take long to start off, otherwise you could possibly be asked to step away as unprofessional. You took a breath and made a sound with your throat. 

“Ah, I heard you took first place in your evaluation group.“ Yeji smiled at you, you gave her a barely noticeable nod as you and a bunch of other people left the elevator. “Cool, that means we’re training in the same group for the upcoming month.“ You stopped midway as you were pulling your mask up, almost automatic move as you were leaving the building. 

“You placed first?“ You exclaimed, your voice resonating probably through the whole hall. She gave you an excited nod, and you felt so happy for her. She worked so hard to beat everyone this time and you jumped excitedly, squeezing the girl in front of you excitedly. She clearly was taken aback for a moment, hence the two of you never hugged or had much physical contact in the past year, but you felt happy for her and maybe felt like it was the time to break the wall. You let go of Yeji, grabbing her wrists next and jumping excitedly, making the girl hyped up and jump with you. “Yay! Yeji, I’m so proud of you.“ Your fingers squeezed the life out of her wrists. “They want us to do duet for this month, to see how well we work in smaller teams.“

“Really? I haven’t heard of this months’ theme yet. If you don’t have a partner yet, it’d be such an honour for me to pair up with you.“

“Stop! It’s no honour and I would love to work on something with you.“

“Yay!“ She clapped and her pretty eyes and smile made you so happy. You genuinely felt happy for her, you genuinely felt proud. You felt a little flare up in your chest that you didn’t want it to ignite too much, but the thought crossed your mind anyway. If only we could debut together. 

[hlficlibrary]

can you please recommend some stories that are really good and amazing written but maybe are a little underrated? Or not that many people know them? Some hidden treasures

Ohhh there are so many underrated, amazing fics out there. I'll give you three of my favorites from this year that I think people are missing out on...

Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

At the first hint of light, Louis was slowly brought back to consciousness by the growing swell of activity around him. It started in the distance with loud clanks and clatters and rose with the hollers of men and thudding of boots against the solid earth. He listened as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and tried to place any sounds he was familiar with. It took him too long to remember that he wasn’t back in his rented room. The energy was what floated to him next, a buzz that made him peek through the leaves to see what was going on.

The next moments happened in the strange slow motion of dawn. Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes.

Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

De amore ex tempore by @persephoneflouwers

"Jump! For fuck's sake, Louis, jump!"

Louis looks down curiously at the ground and notices that the backpack is gone. The grass appears greener than it did before; a minute ago there were streetlights in front of him - why is there no light now? His brows furrow.

“Is there a blackout tonight?”

He starts coughing uncontrollably as if water has flooded his lungs. He brings his hands around his neck, feeling like he cannot talk nor scream for help – he can’t breathe.

“Louis, jump!”

And he can’t see, feel or hear anything, but trusts the voice. He jumps. Then it’s just cold and dark.

Or: the Middle Ages AU where Harry is a philosopher, whose thoughts happen five centuries too soon and Louis is a painter, whose art happens five centuries too late.

& Or: the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

[ghostherlig]

short johnshi drabble <3

A/N: ft. johnny with his powers from previous mk games!! kind of a follow up to Afflictions, but also not really related-

"Wait, they want us to what?" Johnny asked, staring at Kenshi over his sunglasses. "We learned our little trick yesterday, they want us to use it in a sparring match?"

"Yes, and relax. You've had a great handle on what you can do, and even though what we discovered yesterday was an accident, it could be very useful for a tactical advantage." Kenshi explained, and Johnny sighed, nodding and bouncing on the balls on his feet.

"Okay, right. We can do this," He muttered, more to himself than to Kenshi as the two made their way to the training grounds, Raiden and Kung Lao waiting on the other side of the courtyard.

Liu Kang explained a few rules, the four of them listening intently and finally setting up on either side of the courtyard.

Johnny and Kung Lao would be fighting first, since Kenshi and Raiden had learned how to use their abilities as a sort of enhancement for their partners.

"You got this, just call for me when you're ready." Kenshi soothed, and Johnny calmed a little.

"You make it sound easy." Johnny joked, but then he felt a sort of fuzz at the front of his head, a startlingly clear voice forming in his mind.

"It could be easier." He heard Kenshi, but saw the man simply smiling in front of him.

How in the fuck did you do that? Johnny thought, staring at Kenshi and watching him laugh.

"Sento gives me many abilities." He explained, and Johnny laughed back, almost sounding a little crazed.

"I definitely underpaid for that." He joked, and Kenshi tilted his head, a mock eyeroll.

"Go fight, Cage." He answered, and Johnny gave him a mock salute before turning, Kung Lao standing with his hands on his hips.

"Finally," He chuckled, getting into fighting stance.

"Can't rush perfection." Johnny answered, Kung Lao throwing a punch.

And with that, the fight started, Johnny blocking the punch and throwing out a kick, Kung Lao throwing his leg down.

The two went blow for blow, Johnny eventually letting his powers loose, enough having built up for him to throw a good kick. He kicked out, sliding to Kung Lao, the man jumping over him.

"Holy shit," Kung Lao muttered, and Johnny chuckled, staring down at himself.

"That was new," He confessed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"That was good, Johnny. Do it again." Kenshi spoke in his head, the movie star throwing another kick, sliding across the distance and landing the kick, Kung Lao letting out an 'oof' at the force of it.

How was that? Landed it that time. Johnny bragged, and he saw Kenshi chuckle from his spot behind Kung Lao.

"That was better. Win this fight and I'll treat you to drinks." Kenshi promised, and Johnny smiled.

You're on.

Johnny watched as an arc of lightning flew over him, Kung Lao's dulled sparring hat imbued with the magic. Johnny ducked as it flew towards him, watching the hat bounce off a wooden training stand, the lightning fizzling away at the contact.

"Remember, you can tell me when you need a boost." Kenshi reminded, and Johnny nodded, blowing out a stressed breath through his mouth.

The hat flew back, Kung Lao catching it and placing atop his head again. Johnny threw a punch, his opponent laughing before he saw the green ball of energy fly towards him, the man jumping over it.

"How much have you learned?! It's been maybe five days!" Kung Lao shouted, Johnny shrugging.

"What can I say, I'm a natural." He bragged, throwing a few more blasts before Kung Lao jumped above him, trying a kick from above.

Johnny moved, watching the fizzle of lightning disappear into the ground.

This next kick, give me a boost.

He saw Kenshi readjust his grip on Sento, smirking as he lifted his leg.

Instead of a forward kick, Johnny leapt in the air, Kenshi's boost rolling him into a spin, his foot landing in the small crater Kung Lao had left behind, the man having moved out of the way.

A burst of energy left Johnny, a trail of energy blasting into Kung Lao's direction, knocking the man over.

"Oh fuck," Johnny laughed, Kung Lao laughing right along with him, sitting up from his place on the floor.

"You're a fast learner." Raiden praised, Johnny nodding his head once.

"Thank you." He accepted it with rare grace, the man inspecting his hands, watching as a wave of green flew down his arms.

"Looks like drinks are on me." Kenshi was standing behind Johnny, a pride in his shoulders that Johnny was happy to be the cause of.

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 3: Sex - Matty Healy Series

A/n: hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: smut . Minors DNI

Part 1 found here. Part 2 found here

Series Masterlist

She finds herself daydreaming; staring into space as the boys tune their various instruments at different times, George hitting the drums, testing that they sounded the way he wanted them to.

Her chin rested against her palm, her elbow resting against her knee, she sat on the edge of the stage, looking out at the venue, it was big, not the biggest she has played but still sizeable. She was incredibly nervous considering she did this for a living.

She could hear Matty singing, sound check was always a part she hated. So when someone called her name, she didn't quite catch it until maybe the third (or sixth) time they called.

"Lou your turn" she finally heard, nearly stumbling as she jumped up. She chuckled to herself, turning around to see Ross standing right behind her, her chest is suddenly flushed against his and her breath catches in her throat.

Her feet betray her as she stands from the piano, her body fails her as it moves over to the man sitting on the sofa next to her. She didn't notice he stood up too, but it suddenly dawns on her how tall he is in comparison to her.

She doesn't know how she got here, his lips pressed against hers, her tongue in his mouth as her hands gripped his hair, weaving through the curls, making him groan into her mouth. She noted how soft they both were, she was expecting his lips to be rough and his hair to be... well ratty.

She remembers saying something about how delirious he was to suggest such a thing, she remembers the way he said "tell me you haven't once thought about it and I'll leave the idea alone, I'll be a saint, a completely bearable human being". The smirk on his face was unwavering.

Now his mouth is on hers and his hands grasp her arse, he notes how tight it feels in his hands and they both gasp as he tugs her forward, the denim of her shorts colliding with his jeans. All she can say is his name, over and over like scripture. He completely invades her senses, all she can smell, taste and feel his him and its toxic. The way his hands feel on her, the way his chest presses against hers: its everything. He knows this feeling all to well, utterly addicted to everything that is her. The man she despises so much says words that make her heart and core flutter "I've wanted this for so long" he whispers against her lips.

"Matty" she sighs, his hands now at the base of her neck, holding her tight against his lips, not letting her go.

"These are a poor excuse of clothing love, swear you wore them on purpose just to mess with me" he says as he tugs against the hoops of her denim shorts, his lips have found their way to her neck, sucking against the tanned skin. She tasted like heaven and he felt deprived of her, having wanted her for so long.

She gasps before she speaks making the man smirk against her neck, she pushes him away, grasping his chin in-between her fingertips, holding him where he was so she could speak. His eyes were trained on her as she spoke her next words, swollen lips smothered in her red lipstick, the bottom one finds its way inbetween her teeth and her fingertips pluck it back out.

"Despite what you may think, I don't dress to turn you on" she says. He smirks, lips pressing against hers roughly.

"Well then, whether you are trying or not, its working love" he says, his classic smirk resting on his lips once again, making her want to growl.

"Shut up" she pulls him back, lips and tongues meeting as he grinds against her.

"Hello? Lou! Hello!" he waves in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Hey are you okay?" Ross asks, her eyes wander behind her and find Matty's who's eyes are already focused on hers, that fucking smirk that rests against his lips is torture.

"Yeah yeah sorry. Just distracted" she says, sighing at her stupid brain.

"Hey its all good! Here if you need me yeah?" Ross asks before pulling her into a hug.

Behind them Matty mouths "cute" and the hand that is flat against Ross' back moves, flipping him her middle finger.

They pull away shortly after and she walks seemingly un-phaised past Matty and to the piano, one of the tech men adjusts the microphone to her height. She does the sound check quickly, wanting to be out of the room as fast as she could. She sings a few lines to about you, Matty still watching her intently.

She finishes and begins to walk away until someone calls her.

"Sounded pretty good, considering" she hears Matty say behind her. She continues walking off stage, round the back of the stage until a hand stops her.

"Pretty good for a chick who can't play her instrument?" She quips back, stopping in her tracks to face him now. Matty feels a pang in his chest and she repeated his own words back to him, he didn't mean them whatsoever and he needed her to know that, not that now was the time.

"Pretty good for a chick who hasn't been able to get her mind off that kiss the other day" he challenges.

"Your ego just couldn't get any bigger could it?" She asks, rolling her eyes at him, she only now realises that her hand is still in his. His eyes darken quickly and she smirks up at him, her eyebrows raising, daring him to say what's on his mind.

"Roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens" he says, she does and what happens next seems to happen in the blink of an eye.

Before she knows it he has her pinned up against the wall, his leg pushes up in-between her thighs, he's silently thanking whatever force made her decide to wear the pathetic excuse for a skirt she was wearing.

He stands either side of her core, one of his legs anchoring her to the wall, she gasps, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.

"Tell me I'm lying, tell me you haven't been thinking about that kiss. I have. Tell me you don't want it to happen again" he says, lips mere inches against her lips. His confession takes her breath away again, how come he could be so god damn sincere in moments like these, but the rest of the time was an arrogant and mean bastard.

"I don't want it to happen again" she manages to get out. He laughs a deep laugh, pushing his leg further into her until it's grazing against her core. She sighs deeply, head thrown back, hitting the wall roughly, not that she cares in her current state of mind.

His eyes drift down the expanse of her throat, he remembers how it felt to have his lips there and his mind goes foggy, knowing he'd do anything to suck at that skin, just to taste her again. He had been having withdrawals since their first kiss and the feeling was all too familiar, one in which he thought he would hate to feel again, but he was hooked and for one he felt like it was a good thing.

"Oh fuck it" he says, his mouth finds her neck and he sucks harshly. Her hands find his hair and she tugs, pulling him away from her neck. He's the first to break, pressing his lips against hers.

"You're such a cock" she mumbles against his lips, he shuts her up as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and moving against each other like clockwork.

Her hands in his hair grip harshly and he groans into her mouth, the vibrations forcing a moan from her too.

"Tell me what you want" he says, barely breaking the kiss to speak.

"No" she says against his lips. He wishes he would just pull away, tell her that if she didn't ask she didn't get. But he's addicted, so instead he takes a step back, being careful not to break the kiss, he readjusts them so he's standing flush against her, his core touching hers.

She feels his clothed member straining against his jeans as he pushes himself against her. The both of them groan at the friction, needing more. He begins thrusting his clothed core against hers, like a pair of teenagers, the both of them moan, mouths open, their lips aren't touching now, their eyes are trained on each others, deep and dark. A particular rutt has her sighing, reaching for his face to pull him against her, lips attached again.

"You feel so good" he says, They both hear their names being called through their in-ears, their tour manager wanting them to do a group rehearsal.

"Fuck" he murmurs against her mouth as she pulls away, his mouth searches for hers before he feels her push against his shoulder. He steps back sighing as she begins to walk away from him.

"Fix your hair" she says as she continues walking, she looks completely composed and it irks him. He does as she says, ruffling his hair until it looks purposefully disheveled, he has to give himself a few moments to calm down, the hard on he is supporting still obvious in his jeans.

"Where's Matty?" George says upon seeing her.

"Why would I know that G?" She says, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah suppose you're right".

Several moments later, they see the man emerge, she notices how he's hair looks better now, her eyes drift between his jeans and his lips which were still slightly swollen.

"What took you so long?" Adam asks.

"You caught me in-between a ciggy break" he says, a perfectly feasible explanation.

The boys then walk to their instruments, completely missing the wink he throws her way. She rolls her eyes again and he scowls.

"Okay you two" their manager points to Matty and Lou "I need you to look like you like each other okay? Matty when you introduce everyone, I need you to say something nice about Lou okay? Get one of the boys to write you something if you really can't think of a single thing" he says and she chuckles to herself.

"That won't be a problem" he utters and she finds herself surprised at his words. She can't remember a time where he had said something genuinely nice about her. Then again he might be saying it won't be a problem to ask one of the boys, she doesn't know.

"Lou you can say something if you'd like?" Jamie asks.

"Na I'm good. The shows about you guys, I'm just here to lend a helping hand" she says and everyone in the room appreciates the sentiment. Maybe George was right after all, she was just doing this out of the kindness of her heart and not for more fame or attention. Matty offers her a soft smile for that and it confuses her further.

Why was he being so nice? She thought.

They run through a few songs, only snippets, making sure everything runs smoothly.

They all exit the stage after that, Matty following the boys whilst Lou goes her own way.

She finds her changing room, locking the door behind her, she leans against it and sighs deeply. She was royally screwed, she thought.

Someone comes to do her make up whilst the support plays and she gets changed into the outfit that was set out for her. She adorns a black suit-like skirt, a black silk shirt that is tucked in, of which she leaves a few of the top buttons undone. She wears her signature boots. Her outfit is cute but doesn't take away from the band. She fits in perfectly.

She leaves her dressing room shortly after, meeting the band in the main room that was backstage.

The boys looked good and she wolf whistled upon seeing them. Matty wasn't there yet and she was kind of thankful, she didn't need a distraction before they got on stage.

"Why thank you madam" George says putting on a posh voice as he takes a bow. Pulling her into a side hug and delivering a kiss to the top of her head, all before letting her go.

"You look good! Fit in with us well" Ross says and she slightly smiles at his words, hugging him tightly.

"Thanks Macdonald" she says, she doesn't see Matty but he sees her, he sees her blush at Ross' words and he feels a pang of jealousy. Truthfully, despite her confidence, she didn't think very highly of herself so pretty much any compliments made her blush.

His presence is then made crystal clear by the obscene cough he lets out. She can't lie, he looked good, dressed in a black suit and white shirt.

She's thankful that Carly comes in that moment, she begins asking Lou how she's feeling and before they know it they're being called on the stage.

The crowd goes wild throughout the beginning songs and she has the best time. Matty and her smile at each other throughout, to the audience it looks like they were friends. She begins feeling nervous when she hears Matty speak, he begins introducing everyone, their names appearing on the screens on either side of the stage.

"To my left we have the wonderful Adam Hann" he says and the crowd screams for him, he smiles and nods politely.

"On drums we have a man who needs no introduction, although I will give him one anyway: the one and only Mr George Daniel" he says, the crowd going wild for him again.

"Behind me, we have the amazing Jamie Squire and John Waugh"

"To my right, last but... well the internet would say certainly not least, Ross MacDonald" he says and for a minute she thought he just completely missed her out on purpose.

"Oh shit wait wait, I've forgotten an extremely important person" he says and the crowd scream as your face lights up the screens.

"This person is incredibly talented, you may already know her, you may not, we're thankful that she is on a break from her own tour because she has honestly saved our lives by helping out on this tour. The simply fantastic Lou!" he says, the audience go absolutely wild. She smiles widely and even lets out a laugh, especially when she hears George cheer loudly into the microphone, Ross whistle loudly and Hann do a cool guitar riff to punctuate her name.

Her eyes find Matty who to her surprise is actually smiling at her. She's surprised at his words too, convinced one of the boys must have told him what to say.

The buzz they all feel when they leave the stage after the first half is something she hasn't felt before. She loves touring with her band but this feeling is next level, her soul feels happy and she felt like she was where she was meant to be.

The rest of the show goes off without a hitch and she feels the happiest she has felt in ages. The last song rolls around and the next thing she knows, she's watching from the side stage as the boys do their bows. Ross is the first to run off stage, swooping her up into a tight hug before running off somewhere else.

George is next, picking her up and spinning her around before placing her back down.

"You were epic out there! Absolutely smashed it, thank you so much again" he says and she pulls him into another hug before he too runs off. Hann is quick to come and go, offering her a tight hug but looking for his wife is the most important thing to him and it makes her heart swell.

Her heart is then rapidly beating in her chest as she sees a sweaty Matty running towards her, the biggest smile she thinks she's ever seen resting on his lips. His shirt had been thrown into the crowd so her eyes hover over his tattoos, stopping on the "we are kings" tattoo, she can't help but bite her bottom lip at the sight.

He almost takes her out with the crushing hug he gives her.

"You..." he says, hands finding hers and pulling her into some dark corner "fuck you were amazing" he says and his words shock her, she doesn't know what to say so doesn't, not that it matters because in the next moment his lips are on hers. The kiss is different to the ones they've had before, it wasn't fueled by any argument or hatred, after all he had just hugged her and then practically fawned over her.

Her hands find his hair easily and tug making him groan loudly. She's worried about getting caught so pulls away quickly. Matty seems to understand without having to say anything. He goes to lead them somewhere else but she stops him.

"Wait a second" she says, pulling him back towards her. He towers over her, her hand still in his, they stand chest to chest and for a moment they just smile at each other.

"What's up? I'd really like to take you to my changing room and show you how thankful I am" he says, his words holding a sweet sentiment, the first she's ever heard from him, whilst also holding the dirtiest of meanings. She feels herself being hopeful, maybe it had finally changed between them.

"What you said back there? About me. Was that actually you? Or one of the guys?" she asks, needing to make sure before she let her guard down and stopped being a bitch to him. He takes offense at her words, he drops her hand and takes a step back, sighing a half chuckle as his hand runs through his hair.

"Oh it had to be one of the boys didn't it? i couldn't say a nice thing about you, that's just impossible isn't it?" he says sarcastically, "I forget, I'm the insufferable arsehole you hate so much" before he storms off, leaving her speechless in her spot.

She stands on her own for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, she thought the idea of one of the boys coming up with those kind words wasn't too unbelievable. For she had never heard Matty say a single kind word about her before.

She's quick to follow in his footsteps finding his changing room and barging in without permission. She finds him, cigarette in mouth, perched on his dressing room sofa, head in hands, she notices how he had shed his trousers and was now just adorning a pair of black boxers. His head is quick to snap up as he hears his door open and then slam shut.

"Hey you can't just fucking storm off like a child!" She shouts, he stands to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette quickly.

"Oh I'm the child am I? What about you? Fucking accusing me of getting one of the boys to write something nice about you!" He says, they're standing chest to chest now, heaving against each other, heavy breaths being caught by the other person.

"As if that's such an outlandish idea! All you do is talk shit to me AND about me Matty!" She shouts, she knows everyone outside can probably hear their conversation but she really doesn't care.

Matty has nothing left to say, she was right.

"Well I happen to think other things about you too okay!" He shouts, his own words shocking him and of course her. The confession silences both of them, they both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling against each other. They have no idea why or how they got so close, no room between them.

His fingertips smear against her cheekbone, it's soft but makes her eyes flutter shut. Her body is truly betraying her now, so they snap open in the next second and find his.

"Tell me what you think of" she all but whispers. His eyes are immediately drawn to her lips and his breath falters.

"I'd rather show you" he says, pushing his lips against hers not a second later. She gasps against them and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against hers.

Her hands grasp his shoulders tightly, the skin is warm and sticky from being on stage but she welcomes it.

He pushes them back, directing her to the sofa he had been sat on previously. She spins them in the last instance, so when they do eventually fall against the leather, she straddles his lap and his hands grip her hips, pulling her against him.

"Fuck" he murmurs, the sound being swallowed by her awaiting lips. Her hips roll against him, not that she had much say in the matter, his hands were pushing and pulling at her hips. She gasps against him.

"If you don't want this, tell me" he says, almost sweetly, giving her an out if she truly wanted one.

"I want this" she admits, his hands fly to her skirt, pushing the fabric until it bunches at her hips, reavling her lace underwear. He groans at the sight and throws his head back against the leather seat, needing a moment.

"Thought you were going to show me what you think about" she says and his eyes find hers again.

"Trust me I'll show you" he says, voice teasing her as his hands find her thighs, grasping the skin, leaving red marks.

She rolls her hips against his again and a groan rips from his throat. His palm comes to rest against her core, flattening out against the fabric, making her gasp again, trying her hardest to keep quiet. She grabs him by the back of his neck and smears their lips together again.

"Don't tease" she murmurs against his lips.

"Want me that bad huh?" He asks, his lips stretching into a smirk against hers. She pulls her hips forward, rubbing against his cock, making him let out a strained groan, his hands gripping her hips harshly.

"Think you want it more Matty" she says.

He's quick to flip the both of them, her thighs parting to make way for him.

"Say my name again" he says, eyes somehow darkening more.

"Matthew" she says and then laughs, he can't help but smile at that, shaking his head down at her.

"You know that's not what I mean" he says. She slowly leans in, stopping when their lips are barely touching, she looks deep into his eyes before she seductively murmurs the word he wants to hear.

"Matty" he growls at that, fingertips hooking into her underwear and tugging them down, revealing her sopping centre. His lips bruise against hers and her hands push down his boxers. She breaks away to look between them, grabbing his hard, leaking member and delivering a few pumps making him fall into her neck and groan deeply.

"You're so big" she whispers into his ear, stroking his ego.

"I want you to fuck me Matty. Please fuck me" she admits and he's eyes are finding hers now.

"You're sure?" She didn't expect him to be so sweet and the thought is only making her want him more. She nods vigoursly and he takes himself from her palm.

"Fuck I don't have a condom" he admits.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill" she says, the thought of fucking her raw goes straight to his head and he quickly pushes into her. They groan in unison and she claws down his back and he bottoms out.

"Fuckkkk" he moans, drawing his hips back to snap back in, not giving her the time to adjust, not that she wanted it because the way she was feeling now was pure bliss.

"Matty" she repeats his name over and over, sending wave after wave of pleasure to his cock, somehow making him harder inside her.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Shut up that bratty mouth" he says, his lips grazing hers as he speaks. He wants to tell her about all the other things he wants to do to her but his words fail him.

"Shut me up then" she says and he picks up the pace then. Hips harshly pushing back into her before pulling all the way back, delivering deep and purposeful thrusts. Her hands run down his back, gripping him harshly as he mouth falls open in a deep moan. His hand snaps over her mouth realising how loud they were being.

"Got to be quiet love" the nickname has her mewling against his palm.

"Faster" she says against his palm, the words muffled. He grips the flesh of her thighs before he begins pistoning into her, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting her gspot.

His palm has to force itself harsher onto her mouth to silence her screams as her hand covers his mouth too. His grunts were becoming too loud, the sound was so hot but she didn't need the guys hearing: George would kill them.

"You feel so good" he admits and she nods as she feels her self pulsing around him.

"Fuck love, if you keep doing that I'm going to come" he says and she lowers her hand. His lips pressing against hers in the next second.

"That's- fuck - kind of the pointttt" she moans out again as his fingers find her clit, rubbing against it, his other hand snapping back over her mouth.

White hot pleasure courses through the both of them and her legs wrap tighter around him as she clenches again.

"Are you close?" All she can do is nod in reply and he smirks at that, finally making her speechless.

"Cum for me" he says and she spasms against him, clenching around his cock, it's not long before he's following after her, hot spurts of cum coating her pulsating walls. He slows down to a steady pace, tip still hitting her gspot, his thrusts were slow and deep and she feels herself grasping him tightly, not wanting him to leave quite yet.

The moment was oddly intimate and despite this, neither of them hated it.

"I've wanted you for some long" he confesses again, this time his words sound different, almost hold a different meaning.

"Matty" she sighs, pushing against him making him halt his movements, suddenly overstimulated.

His eyes look into hers as he pulls out and they both groan at the filling. She feels empty without him inside her and she finds herself uncomfortable with the idea of that. He quickly finds something to clean them up with and it's all too sweet for her liking.

"You good? Can I get you anything?" He asks kindly.

"Why are you being nice to me? Just because we fucked, doesn't change anything. I still hate you" she hates her words but she needs to say them to protect herself.

"Here we go again... I can't possibly be nice to you can I?" His usual tone is back again and she unknowingly rolls her eyes.

"Stop rolling your fucking eyes" he then says and she chuckles.

"You can tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend" her words are harsh and cruel and he finds himself getting annoyed at her again.

"No I'm not. I'm just the guy who had you begging to fuck you and now you're the bitch again" he says, his words equally as harsh.

"Fuck you" she says, gathering her clothes, quickly getting changed before storming out.

"You always have to fuck it up dont you Healy?" He asks himself, hand rummaging through his hair as his leans back against the sofa.

"Fuck" he snaps at himself, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

Part 4

[bluewasthecolor]

If We Loved Again (I Swear I’d Love You Right)

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: None!

A/N: Part 2 of A Roller Coaster Kind of Rush. As it turns out, I can write quickly when people ask me to! So if you want something from me, harass me to write stuff and then I'll get stuff out more quickly. Also, the time jumps aren't chronological (at least in the "Then" sections). Finally, there may need to be a part 3...let me know if that's something you'd want.

Then

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

“So this is really it, huh?” Alexia asked, arms folded as she watched you pack up the last of your things.

“This has been it. I haven’t lived here for nearly two weeks and my new lease starts today.” You didn’t elaborate or try to comfort her as you normally would and kept moving around the room, avoiding eye contact. 

“I know. I just thought…” The blonde trailed off, untrusting of even her own thoughts at this point. Nothing seemed sure anymore, not after your breakup. “Never mind. I’m going to go so you can finish packing in peace. I’ll see you at training, Y/N.”

“Bye, Alexia.” This made her cringe. You never called her by her full name, not even when you were fighting. It was always ‘Ale’ or some other pet name, never ‘Alexia’. She continued to make her way out the door, however, not wanting to make things harder for herself than they already were. She did let herself glance back once before she closed the door and what she saw would remain in her mind for months to come. Your head was bowed and you were holding something red. Alexia immediately recognized it as one of her sweatshirts that you had loved to steal and her breath caught as she watched you consider taking it with you. Ultimately, though, you decided against it. Unaware of the Spaniard’s gaze, you held the sweatshirt to your face, breathing in the familiar scent one last time before placing it back on the counter where Alexia had left it out. Her heart sank as she watched you do this, cementing in her mind that the two of you were truly done–and that you were truly done with her.

Now

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

“Ale? Ale say something, please.” You’ve moved so that you can hold your hands, and your eyes are full of concern. The tears continue to flow down her face, but as she looks up at you she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“When I saw you with her a couple of weeks ago, all I could think about was how much I missed you.” You visibly relax at the words, but as she says it Alexia pulls her hands away. “But then I started thinking about us and…I don’t know, Y/N. Losing you was one of the most painful moments of my life and I’m not sure I can risk it again.” Fuck. This isn’t how she’s supposed to be reacting. Right now you’re supposed to be making up, but instead she’s saying she doesn’t want to be with you. You feel your heart break all over again, just as it did the day you left. You’re not here to just give up, you remind yourself. You have to try.

“I know. Believe me, I remember how much it all hurt. I was wrecked for months. But if we try again we can do it right. We know what we did wrong last time, we can make it work. I won’t run when shit gets hard like I used to, I swear. I want this with you. So badly.” You look down at your hands as you finish speaking, afraid of what you’ll see in Alexia’s eyes if you meet them. 

“I feel like you’ve had all this time to think about it, though. You planned out coming over here and just sprung this on me.” You open your mouth to protest, to tell her that there’s not really another way you could have done it, but the midfielder stops you. “I’m not accusing you, I’m just saying that I need that same time now, is that okay?” 

“Of course. How much time are we talking about here? A week? A month? Because to be honest with you I only started planning this yesterday.” Alexia reaches over and pushes you back, smirking. “Not all of us had the benefit of a rebound to help us out.” Her voice is teasing and it feels oh-so-good to be able to have light-hearted conversation again. That quickly dissipates, however, and Alexia turns somber once more. “I don’t know how much time I need. I just don’t want to do the wrong thing, you know?” “Take all the time you need, mi amor.” The blonde’s face softens when you use the Spanish pet name. Anytime you speak to her in the language she’s putty in your hands. “I’ll wait as long as I have to.” 

With that, you stand to leave. Alexia trails you wordlessly to the door and smiles at you before you exit. Although nothing has been resolved, you leave feeling much lighter than you had when you arrived.

Then

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side

‘She’s my soulmate’. That was all you could think as you watched Alexia laughing down by the water, swinging your niece around in her arms. You didn’t believe in soulmates or, at least, you hadn’t believed in them until now. But with Alexia everything felt different. She was exciting and made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. 

“Auntie Y/N! Come play with us!” Your niece yelled up to you, waving. 

“Yeah, Y/N, come play with us!” Alexia added in a sing-song voice.

You smiled back at them and pushed yourself off of your spot on the beach blanket. As you made your way down to the shoreline you couldn’t help but notice how perfect Alexia looked in that moment. Her hair was windswept from running around all day and her cheeks were a rosy pink from all the time spent in the sun over the past week. The evening light was hitting her in the perfect way, making her look like she was glowing. When you reached the pair, you lifted your niece into your arms and leaned into your girlfriend. The three of you stayed like that for a moment, taking in the sunset and the moment, until your niece began to squirm in your arms. You put her down and she immediately took off running. Alexia grabbed your hand and the two of you chased after her, laughing uncontrollably. Eventually you caught up with the little girl and the three of you collapsed into a pile of giggles, content to be with one another on the beach.

Now

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

You’ve never been a particularly patient person. As you wait for Alexia to make a decision you find yourself going mental. Ingrid, who you’ve confided in, is doing everything in her power to keep you busy. Your best friend knows how dangerous you can be when you’re made to wait for something so she occupies you with extra training and outings to new spots around Barcelona. On one such outing you’re so antsy that Ingrid relaxes her ‘no talking about Alexia’ rule (that she’d made after you spent the entirety of three hours waxing poetic about the midfielder) and allows you to vent.

“I just…I know part of it is that she wants to see if I’ll really wait for her but you know me, Ingrid. I hate the anticipation of it, I hate not knowing what’s going to happen.” “Everyone knows how impatient you are, Y/N. That’s why we never tell you where we’re going until we’re actually on the way there. But you’re right. Being able to wait for her will prove that this is important to you, that you think she’s worth it.” 

“I hate myself for ever letting her think that she’s not worth it. I was such an idiot the first time we were together and I’ll kick myself everyday for not letting her know how much I love her. She’s the best thing I ever had and I’ll never forgive myself for letting her go.” “See? That’s why you need to wait. Show her that side of yourself. Now no more talking about ‘La Reina’, okay?” 

Then

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

This was it. You both knew it, could both feel how different this moment felt. You weren’t spitting fire at one another and the passion was gone, you’d resigned yourselves to your fate. A silence had fallen over the two of you since your fight earlier in the day, neither of you sure of exactly what should happen next. You were the one to break that silence, making a decision for the both of you.

“I’m going to stay with Ingrid and Mapi. I’ll be back for my things once I find a permanent place.” You told Alexia as you stood in the doorway, duffel bag in hand. She had so much she wanted to say to you, so much she wanted to ask, but in that moment all she could do was nod. 

As you walked out the door you didn’t let yourself look back. You knew the sight of Alexia on the couch would be too much and you couldn’t bring yourself to be sympathetic right then. She was curled up, you knew that, and she would look so small. You hated the thought that you made her like that but even more you hated that you didn’t really care. She was just as at fault for the breakup, you thought. Why didn’t you get to be the one who stayed while she left?

Now

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

When Alexia’s finally made up her mind, she texts you to come over. The whole way there you’re stressing yourself out about what she might say and about what you’ll do if she breaks your heart. You don’t know if you can take it, but you also know you don’t really have a choice. 

When you get to her place, you don’t bother knocking and instead just let yourself in as her text had instructed. Alexia is sitting on the couch this time and she gestures for you to join her. You perch nervously next to her, afraid to get too close.

“Do you want water or anything? I don’t have much food I’m afraid but–” She wrings her hands nervously and bounces her knee, until you gently stop her. “Ale. Just tell me. Whatever it is, I can take it.”

“Okay. Okay. So I’ve thought about this a lot, obviously. There are just so many factors to consider and I’m not really sure where to start here so I guess I’ll just dive into it.”

[happypeaceperson]

Long story short

Ethan landry x male reader

MAJOR SCREAM 6 SPOILERS!!

Takes place during the subway/theatre scenes. I only read over this once because i wrote it last night and only did a quick check so if there's any mistakes I apologise!!

You whispered a curse. You, Mindy and Ethan just missed the train that the others got on. Great, you thought. You stood looking around. You catch eye's with Mindy and she begins to walk away from Ethan. You loved Ethan, you truly did,but with everything that has happened you couldn't trust him. You wanted to trust him so badly. He just made it difficult, especially because no one had checked his alibi for where he was during their attack in the apartment. 

You looked at Ethan next,he gave you a sorry look. He looked hurt. It hurt you as much to turn away from him when the next train came in. You stood at the opposite end. Away from Mindy. Away from Ethan. Ethan stood in the middle, you felt his eyes on you. He probably didn't want you to get hurt, but it still made you feel uneasy. You took out your phone, looking down and seeing two messages. One was from the group chat, Mindy had told the others about your situation. The second was from Mindy as well, privately. 

"Your stalker psycho boyfriend won't take his eyes off you. Watch your back." 

You stared at the screen. Not sure what to think. Ethan wouldn't hurt you, never. He loved you as much as you loved him. He practically asked you out first. He would never wish death on you. Atleast, you hoped he wouldn't. You only really knew him for a few months.

"i'm sure I'll be fine, thanks" 

You felt that the message came off a bit passive aggressively but you sent it anyway. You didn't want to bother with assumptions anymore. You wanted this over with. 

You put your phone away, looking around the subway. Everyone was dressed up. Amazing. A perfect place for a killer to hide. You met eyes with someone in a ghostface costume. You felt weirded out by it. Their eye contact didn't come off of you. The lights began to flicker. You just stood there, fear holding you down. You probably should have gone to Ethan or Mindy but you hadn't thought of that. 

The figure got up in between the flickers of the lights. Each time it grew closer. Your heart was pounding. It stood behind a group of people, they were too close for comfort. The lights went out again, as you closed your eyes. You felt something grab you. You jumped in fear. You opened your eyes, meeting with Ethans. You felt yourself calming down. 

"Hey, I think we should talk" Ethan held onto your shoulder. 

You pointed in front of you. "You didn't see that?" you shook your hand, still pointing towards where you last saw Ghostface. 

Ethan turned around. "No?" he looked back, you wanted to say he looked confused,but he had a look of determination or anger. Like he had been betrayed. "See what?" he continued to hold onto your shoulder. 

"The fucking person in a ghostface costume coming towards me." Your hand was still pointing, your heart was still pounding. Ethan grabbed your arm. It was shaking. The train began to slow down. You remembered Mindy had been on the opposite side. You looked at Ethan."Shit." You started to run through the people. Ethan calling out to you to come back. 

You reached where Mindy was. She was on the ground, hand on her stomach. She'd been stabbed. You ran towards her shouting her name. Mindy looked up at you. "They fucking got me Y/N. I guess your boyfriend isn't what we thought he was." Ethan rushed in, his eyes widened at the sight. 

You asked Ethan to help pick Mindy up. You carried her and sat her down by a pillar. Your hand is still on her wound. You kept telling her she's going to be ok. Ethan began shouting for help. His hand on your back. Paramedics came rushing over. Ethan pulled you away from Mindy when they got here. You stood there looking at them helping your friend. You felt Ethan leaning in. 

"I'll be back" He whispered to you before heading up the stairs. You turned back seeing how much of a rush he was in. You decided Mindy had enough support in case ghostface was still here. You ran after Ethan. Your eyes watered thinking he was a part of this. Why else would he rush away? You reached the entrance of the old theatre. Remembering that the others had locked the elevator to prevent any escapes. 

You went around looking for any sort of opening. You're eye's spotted a door. Behind it there were stairs leading down. You went down, entering into the back of some room. You slowly opened the door hearing shouting. You looked in. Ethan was in some robe. You released a breath in shock, noticing the mask and knife in his hands. You looked at who he was arguing with. Your heart dropped. There was no way. You saw her die. She couldn't be alive. You froze in shock at the sight of Quinn. Anger began to rise in you. 

"Why did you go to attack Y/N?" You looked at Ethans face, it was filled with pure rage. 

Quinn's face scrunched in anger. Ethan continued "You know I told you to go for Mindy. So Y/N would see me help her and knock me off his suspect list." 

Quinn continued to look at Ethan. "I'm sorry" Her face changed from anger to sorrow. "Dad ordered me too. He knew what we planned for the subway. He told me to go straight for Y/N, he never trusted Y/N, he wanted him gone." Ethans face portrayed such anger, sadness and betrayal. He gritted his teeth. His breaths come out in waves of frustration. 

"Fuck him." Ethan put in the mask. Quinn reached out to grab his arm. 

Her face looked confused. "Are you really going to do this?" she looked into the mask's eyes. All he did was nod. "Ok. I'll be right behind you." She rubbed his shoulder. They walked out together. You didn't know how to process this. You couldn't believe Ethan was terrorising your friends. Did he really kill Anika? He wouldn't. He loved her. They were so close. Why would he want her dead?

You felt yourself begin to cry. You didn't know why you were. You still stood in the same space. Suddenly there was a gunshot. Then another. You ran out of the room. Running down through some stairs that were hidden. You reached a room. It looked like a room in a theatre where you would get your snacks. You looked at the ground. 

You rushed over to the person that lay there. He was bleeding. You examined his body, looking at the many stab wounds. "Chad?" You shook him slightly, not wanting to move him too much incase you injure him more. "Chad come on" He was still breathing, it was slow and laboured but he still showed signs of staying alive. You heard talking outside the door. It sounded like the Detective. You remembered how Quinn spoke to Ethan, mentioning her dad like he was Ethan's as well. You looked back at Chad. This was too much for you. You didn't know what to do. 

"Chad I'll be back, I promise" You got up, not knowing how to feel. You pushed the door open. Seeing the detective stand on the stage. He mentioned someone called Richie. You had no idea who this was,but from the look on Sam and Tara's face you guessed they did. They were being circled by Quinn and Ethan. 

You listened to what the detective was talking about. "There's a very special bond between a Father and his first son." You looked at Ethan, he looked hurt. This confirmed your suspicions. His dad was the detective. You couldn't believe it. Your thoughts were cut short when the detective noticed you standing at the side. He turned to Quinn, a disappointed look on his face. Ethan turned. His face dropped. You could tell he didn't want you seeing him like this. Sam and Tara shouted for you to run. You didn't know what to do. Bailey ordered Ethan to go after you. Ethan stood there still looking at you. You looked at him, tears streaming down your face. 

The detective raised his gun. You heard him call Ethan worthless before he began to shoot at you. You ran behind cover. You heard Ethan shouting no. You heard more shots, followed by Tara's screams. Suddenly you saw someone beside you. It was Ethan. He was about to say something before you saw someone smash a brick against his head. Sam kicked him down to the ground. She turned to you, reaching for your hand. She took you away, running towards a ladder Tara began to climb. "Did you kill him?" You questioned. 

"I hope so." Sam said. She looked different. Like anger had consumed her. She stopped running. Quinn stood in front of you two. She held her knife out. Her eye's showed signs of guilt. You moved in front of Sam,holding your hands out. "Quinn. Look, it's ok." you began to walk towards her. She backed away, her hand shook. "You can get out of this. Kirby is with the FBI she can help you and Ethan. I promise" She was shaking her head, eye's watering. 

She looked beside you. "Watch out!" She shouted. You looked over. Detective Bailey stood there with his gun aimed at Sam. Sam's eyes widened in fear. Before the detective could shoot you saw someone tackle him. It was Ethan. You heard the gun shoot. You all ducked. Sam looked up, seeing dust fall from where the bullet hit. She looked over at you. Shouting for you to climb the ladder. Your eyes lay on Ethan. He stabbed his father's shoulder shaking with rage. The detective used the end of his gun and slapped it across Ethans head. 

You heard Quinn scream before she ran over. Ethan lay on the floor. He turned in pain. Bailey kicked him. "You were always my least favourite son." He held the gun out,pointing it towards Ethan. He didn't get time to shoot before Quinn stuck her knife into his back. He screeched in pain. She dug it in further. You ran over. Grabbing Ethan and helping him up. You guided him to the ladder. Ushering him to go first. Tara stood at the top. Shouting at you all to hurry. 

Sam was the first to the ladder. She got up and looked down at you helping Ethan. She then looked over at Quinn, she stood over her father. her free hand clenched while the other held her knife. Sam stood at the edge of the balcony for a second. She knew these were your friends and saw how much you cared for them. Sam saw the detective's hand resting on his gun. She shouted out to Quinn to leave him. Quinn turned, looking over at the ladder. She saw Ethan begin to climb. She looked back at her dad before running towards Y/N. 

"You go first." You looked at her pointing towards the ladder. She nodded as she began to climb. You watched as Ethan began to climb over the railing. You sighed in relief. You began to climb up when you saw Quinn teach the top. Quinn got to the other side, Sam helping her over. Ethan called out to you to hurry. You reached the top of the ladder and began to climb over the railing of the balcony. Suddenly you felt a pain in your leg after a loud bang. This caused you to lose your footing and slip. You heard your friends call out for you. You felt a grip on your arm, it was Ethan.

 "I've got you." he looked at you. Everyone else looked in fear as the detective aimed directly at you. They heard another shot. Tara covered her eyes. They saw Ethan pull you over. You grabbed at your leg. 

"Who the fuck shot?" Sam asked, running to the ledge. She looked over to see Kirby standing up. She had been shot by Bailey before the ghostfaces revealed themselves, and lay in the back for most of the interaction. She provided a thumbs up. Sam looked back. Seeing Ethan holding onto you. Quinn rushed over to join in on the hug. Sam looked at Tara. Tara stared at her "Friends". She didn't know what to call them anymore. You looked up at the others when you all heard talking. It was the cops and paramedics. 

They brought you all out. Ethan and Quinn stuck by your side. You sat in the back of an ambulance. Ethan held a Ice pack to his head after having a brick and gun slammed into it. You saw Mindy walk up to the group. You limped over hugging her. "Thank fuck you're ok" you said. 

"Who were the killers this time?" She asked, looking at you all. You pointed behind you at Quinn and Ethan. "I fucking knew it." She looked at them than looked at you with a confused look. 

You laughed. "To keep it short, Bailey was the killer along with them two, but Ethan and Quinn turned on him and helped us escape." you explained. "We can go into more detail later." 

"The detective? Oh my god, how did I not guess that." Mindy slapped her head. You both turned when you heard Tara shout Chad's name. He was alive. Mindy ran over to him. You went back towards Ethan and Quinn. There were FBI agents talking to them. You went to go over to Ethan, one of the agents putting his arm in front of you to stop you from interacting with them. You looked at him and then Ethan. Ethan was staring at the ground, Quinns arm around him resting her head on his shoulder. 

You sighed, not wanting to cause any trouble. You took one last look at Ethan. He looked up at you. His eyes were glossy. This made your heart sting. You could tell how much he regretted this. Paramedics came over to you, bringing you to an ambulance. You sat in it. You hoped Ethan and Quinn would be ok. You promised yourself to get them out of this. You had to. You loved Ethan. You always will. 

[froggyphycosis]

Sleepless nights and something handcrafted

Fic based on a headcannon by @turtleblogatlast which is here (might contain spoilers so I'll link it at the end aswell if you want to read it after)

Summary

Pretty much all of Leo's comics are destroyed from the Kraang and Shredder so he has to read them all digitally. Mikey finds out and does somthing about it.

5899 words

Uhhhhh tw's and cw's real qiuck

Swearing

panic attacks

Nightmares

Implied/refferences to death (in a dream though nothing serious or majorly descriptive)

And characters being in pain

Eughhhh that sounds bad but I swear this fic is hurt/COMFORT so

(if there's anything in forgetting to tag let me know please!!)

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It's quiet, and calm.

Its reached that rare lull in the lair where everyone is off to do there own thing peacfully without another brother to cause chaos or niose along with them.

And suddenly, (and not at all surprisingly) Mikey finds himself bored, lying in his hammock and to tired to do anything and lonely without the immediate proximity to one of his older brothers.

It's an achievement if anything, it's the first time since the invasion that there hasn't been anything to do, no medical checkups to take care of, no panic attacks to be had... Just peace.

No one is actively dying, the chores are done, hes already cooked dinner (dad had even joined them aswell! He'd been doing that more often since the invasion, it warmed Mikey up a little on the inside he liked it when dad ate dinner with them and secretly hopes he keeps doing it).

So what does Mikey do then? he already knows he's gonna seek out one of his brothers, but who....

Well Donnie is busy in his lab right now using really loud machinery, and as much as Mikey *loves* sitting and drawing in the lab with him, it would be to loud to concentrate on anything.

He could go and hangout with Raph.... but he's training, trying incredibly hard to acclimate to the lack of sight in his right eye, and Mikey doesn't want to interrupt that.

So that means.... he can hang out with Leo!

Great! The portal duo for the win! He thinks triumphantly. Mikey can't think of anything that Leo could be doing right now. He knows that Leo isn't out with Usagi, since he went out with him before dinner, and he probably wouldn't have gone to April's without texting the group chat first...

So he's definitely free!

Mikey hops up from his hammock with more excitement than is probably necessary, and skips his way to Leo's room.

"LEO!" he shouts, slamming the door open with his foot, and happily watching as Leo jumps out of his shell.

"FU-JESUS Mike what in the all living HELL do you want??"

"Company!"

"The fuck do you mean company??"

"I'm like, reaaaaaaaaal bored right now, so I need a sibling to fill that void! And I'm obviously picking you!" he doesn't move from where he's standing, because if Leo is actually doing something he doesn't want to be interrupted from, Mikey will leave.

But just as he thought, (and maybe kind of planned) Leo rolls his eyes affectionately, switches his tablet to one hand and holds out his arm, Mikey doesn't need anymore encouragement than that, he dives into the bed and cuddles himself right up into Leos side.

"Sooooooo what'cha doin?"

"Reading comics," he snorts.

Mikey pauses, looking around the bed,"What where? thought you were doing somthing with your tablet?"

"Yeah I was I'm reading them on digital." Leo lifts up the screen, and holds it out in front of him, Mikey can see the grainy image of one of Leo's favourite JJ comics. "they all got destroyed remember? And I couldn't buy them so I just read them on here."

Mikey's stomach drops.

Oh crap, he had completely forgotten most of Leos comics were *destroyed*. He glances over at the corner of the room, where sure enough, a heap of his old comics were laying in a pile, destroyed beyond repair.

"Oh Leo.... I am so sorry, I had completely forgotten about your comics that must be awful," Mikey sinks a little feeling bad for even having come into the room now "sorry for bringing it up."

"W-what Mike's it's fine it doesn't even matter! I'm not upset really!" Leo looks midly shocked and a little guilty, which is stupid because Mikey brought it up.

He chucks the tablet to the side nonchalantly, rolling his eyes "Its fine! I don't even really read comics that much anymore ya know??" he smiles nervously.

Yeah, because you don't have any, is what Mikey wants to say, but he very patiently keeps his mouth shut.

Mikey knows he's lying, he can see it, he's far more perceptive than his brothers are. He can see the way Leo's eyes get a little bit shinier,the way his brow creases and he avoids Mikey's eye contact like it's the plague.

And the box turtle's heart sinks.

It's not okay, *it's not*, all of his old comics that are still intact enough to keep, but not enough to read, are piled up in the corner, a constant reminder of lost childhood.

It makes *Mikey* want to cry looking at it, he can't imagine what it must feel like for Leo to look at it every night.

Mikey doesn't push Leo on the subject, they end up going to play animal crossing with Dee instead but it doesn't leave Mikey's head for an instant, bugging him like and itch at the back of his skill that he can't itch.

He's going to find a way to fix this, even if he has to walk across a mile of broken glass to do so.

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Mikey doesn't sleep that night, even if his body is exhausted, (even months later his body still feels drained from opening that portal).

He probably shouldn't be awake, they did all agree on set sleeping times, or at least lying-down-and-trying-to sleep-times the name was a work in progress.

And he might be a little hypocritical for not following that since it was his idea-But! In his defense, he was on an important mission! So it was like totally 100% fine.

He was trying to find copies of jupiter Jim comics for Leo, because he was obviously sad about it, even though he wouldn't admit it. And Mikey was *officially*, the worst little brother in the entire whole wide universe, if he'd didn't *try* and do somthing about it.

So that's what he was doing obviously.

Leo was the bravest person he knew. He had been through hell and back for his family, and even the world, for people he didn't know.

He was an incredible big brother, and leader, and Mikey decided this was his way to give back just a fraction of that kindness in return.

Then again.... the universe seemed pretty against him right now, blessing him with the lack of any physical copies, of any kind of jj comics, on the entire internet.

Mikey spent the whole night, scouring the internet, and using every website he could think of to find them, but alas, not a trace. Dammit, why couldn't dad have found really well known dvds and comics thrown away in the sewers for Leo's and Donnie's birthday? This situation would have been so much easier.

Maybe like Harry Potter, or something, he wonders how much different their life would be if that ever happened, maybe Dee would've believed in magic sooner. (he makes himself snort with that one).

It takes him 5 hours before he finally stops and decides to throw in the towel, he's going to have to quit, there isn't anything anywhere. Which just sucks, because Mikey hates losing, and hates giving up on anything even more, but he closes the laptop down anyway with a sigh, and shuffles down into a more comfortable position.

He glances at the clock across the room, and eughh boyyy.... Well it's 7 o'clock, so he's going to have to get up in 10 minutes to make breakfast.

He stayed awake all night.

Whoops.

Stupid vintage comics he thinks darkly.

He'll have to go up topside to try and find some in a comic book shop tommorow he thinks as he finally let's his exhaustion give in and closes his eyes.

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"UGHHHHHHHH," Mikey groaned loudly, dropping the comics in his now 5 fingered hands. His loud outburst garnering several odd looks from the staff and other shoppers in the store.

"April they have to be somwhere right??"

Casey and April both glanced at eachother, and then over at him sympathetically.

"Look Mikey..." April starts, before CJ pipes up next to her, having resumed flicking through the comics.

"Mikey, we have been to almost every comic shop in new York, big and small i mean this as politghtly as possible, I don't think we can get Leo's comics back." he looks at Mikey softly, "I'm sure he would appreciate the effort though."

He couldn't help but diflate at that, he's failed *again*, he's failed Leo....

April walked around the box, and pulled him into a hug that he happily buried himself into, and Casey, in a rare show of public affection, joins aswell.

But when he finally pulls apart and swipes an orange sleeve over his eyes, he suddenly gets a plan so cool, so ultimately awsome and incredibly smart that even *Leo* would be jealous.

"Okay, guys, I think i know what i need to do," he looked up at April and gave her the most mischievous grin he could offer "I think we're gonna need to take a trip to the art store."

"ohhohohohono what does that look mean?? What are you up to?" she squinted at him hands planted on hips

"hush now april," Casey places a hand on her shoulder, and the other on his heart "that look can only mean great things," he grinned "so Mikes where we heading?"

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Leo hopped across the platform over to Mike's train cart, his leg was acting up today much to his own dismay, not so bad to tell anyone though.... Just bad enough that walking was a little inconvenient, he probably didn't need any meds to be honest, he should be fine.

He gets to the door of the train cart and slams it to the side as hard as he can, (payback for the other day) it bangs when it hits the frame.

"Ohhhhhh Miguelllll!!!"

He gets sight of Mikey staring at his tablet, (it's almost a mirror of April without her glasses Leo thinks with a smile) before he slams his sketchbook closed, and shoves everything within arms reach off his desk, Leo has already been there a few seconds watching this unfold.

Okayyyy....That was....Odd...

"ohhhhhh hey Leoooo...," Mikey smiled nervously, hands tapping against his plastron. It's a stim he's had since was a tot, "so ummmm what are you doing in my room?"

"nothinnnnng.... So what were you drawing?" he glanced down at the sketchbook that had been shoved on the floor, still open, he could only make out the faint sketches of boxes and nothing else, before Mikey slammed it shut and held it to his chest.

"N-nothing," his little brothers face doesn't look caught anymore, it looks worried now, and that face twists somthing in Leo's stomach.

"wait, shit, Mikey have your hands been acting up again??" oh fuck oh no "Mikes we talked about this, if they start hurting you have to tell somone even if you don't think it feels that bad."

He feels a switch go off on his brain the second he thinks Mikey is hurt and everything else goes out the back window.

His little brother has a tendency to fix things, not in the way that Donnie does, with his intellect and his smarts, with nuts and bolts and tech and limitless knowledge.

Mikey fixes sadness, and hurt, he comforts and loves with a single minded focus that leaves anyone in its wake absolutely astonished at how plentiful and sincere it is.

No matter who it is, where it is, or when it is, if it's broken he'll fix it.

But he will *always* leave himself behind.

Its not intentional, he doesn't mean to, he'd take care of himself if he realized. But once Mikey has his mind made up? Its done. He'll get it done no matter what, leaving him to forget about himself.

He's lucky enough to have a family that recognises it, and help before it gets to bad.

"What no my hands are fine Leo seriously!"

"yeah Mikey, maybe so, but I'm still gonna take a look now put 'em out ."

Mikey doesn't retaliate, just takes his wraps off exasperatedly and lays his hands out for Leo to see.

He doesn't react when Leo softly presses down on the scars, and bends his finger and elbow joints gently so they probably weren't hurting.... And the shakes are small and unnoticeable unless you look hard.

So Mikey is fine.

Then why was he so jumpy before???

"hows your leg doing Leo?"

Leo's head snaps up to meet Mikey's gaze, feeling to shocked by sudden line of questioning to actually answer immediately.

"o-oh uhm my leg is fine Mikey, thanks for asking."

He feels the tension drain out of him now that he's sure Mikey isn't hurt, he looks fine, if a bit panicky, and Leo is starting to wonder what kind of secret he's hiding in his sketchbook. The blackmail opportunities could be unreal....

He's *definitely* trying to cover something up, now Leo *can* just outright say that he knows that, but watching Mikey try, and fail, to lie about it, would be waaaaay funnier.

"OH really.....?" Leo stares him dead in the face even though its not being returned at all "so if your hands aren't hurting, why won't you show me your art? what kind of things were you drawing exactly..?"

Mikey squeaks, and his face dips into his shell a little before popping out again fully, to yell "U-UH ITS TUPER SOP SECRET!!!"

Damn, Dontron probably heard that from his maximum security sound proofed lab, *and* with full volume music blasting through his headphones.

"awww come on, please tell me, please please please please!!" he clasps his hands together and makes what he hopes are decent puppy dog eyes.

His little brother doesn't answer him, instead he sinks down further in his shell.

"Mmmmmnnno, and you still haven't told me why you were in here either?"

Its probably the most awful attempt Leo has ever seen at changing the subject, but he takes pity on his brother and decides to go along with it anyway.

"Nothing really I was just bored and wanted to see if you wanted to come and play Mario kart with me?" he grins "you do owe me for the entertainment I provided you with the other day."

The box turtle visibly perks up at this face now fully visible.

"omigosh!! yes! absolutely! I would love to!!" he threw hi sketchbook behind him, and hopped off his chair "lead the way Leon!!"

Leo couldnt help the laugh that sputtered out of him. How Mikey could go from dying of fear, to sunshine and smiles in such a short time was beyond him.

"yeah yeah alright, would you mind giving me a hand though? my leg is kinda sore today."

Mikey swings round and looks at him accusingly "I thought you said it was fine??"

Oh shit yeah.

"Y-yeah it is!! its just a little sore, promise, now come on give me a hand you goof."

Mikey rolls his eyes, but can't help the grin that over takes his face and agreeably lends Leo his shoulder.

He won't bother Mike about whatever he's hiding, Leo may be crazy curious, but he knows that if Mikey does anything to dumb or to stupid, he's got him to rely on and go to when he's in need of help, so Leo feels comfortable in letting him hide whatever it is he's hiding, plus he thinks he'd know if it was somthing bad.

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It was roughly around 3am, and the little sleep Leo got these days was unfortunately interrupted yet again with another nightmare, another dream about the Kraang again, but this time it was concentrated on *Mikey*.

His mind kept playing a loop of the exact moment when Mikey left-when he was gone, gone gone gone gone gone, went cold in Leos arms and, and-Leo woke up. Drenched in his own sweat, hot and frozen at the same time, still stuck in the position he fell asleep in. Unable to move, it took him an eternity before his *useless* muscles finally dragged themselves upright and out of his bed.

He was sprinting towards Mikey's dimly lit glittery train cart before he even realized he was doing it. Chest heaving, and the ache in his leg only second hand awareness at best.

Warm orange light was pouring out of the cart, and the smell of that citrus diffuser his baby brother always insisted on using was so subtle, but so overwhelmingly comforting, that it sort of makes Leo want to cry.

The lights being on must me he's awake then, and Leo thanks pizza supreme in the sky, because waking up his brothers from the little sleep they got nowadays felt awful. And doing it to Mikey always felt the worst, because that was his little brother he was waking up, and for his own stupid needs too.

Stupid. stupid. stupid. Stupid.

He slides open the door as quietly as he can,his eyes taking a minute to adjust.

Mikey is passed out on the floor, pens pencils, headphones and other art supplies scattered around him and it makes his heart momentarily jump into his throat seeing he's not awake-not alive *not moving*. He snaps out of the spiral quickly though and realizes he needs to calm down right now or he's gonna pass out.

Having a panic attack in his little brothers room is not the most optimal place to do so, so the slider takes a minute to compose his frenzied nerves realizing how worse it's gotten since he woke up. So sitting next to his *sleeping* brother, he breathes in and out in slow even breathes, in the way they all learnt to, it was almost muscle memory by now.

Ha, if only it was that easy to actually calm down.

Leo stands up joints creaking and leg whining in the protest, oh right, he ran here, that's gonna hurt like a bitch tommorow he just knows it.

Picking Mikey up is usually no problem, hes small and lightweight compared to his brothers, but with his shaking arms and tired body, (that's currently down a leg) the task is almost monumental, and he feels out of breathe by the time he's dumped the box turtle into his hammock.

He can still hear soft music playing from Mikey's headphones and he picks them up and listens to it. His mind is still groggy from all the running and panicking, so it takes a second to realize whats playing.

Oh! It's Mr sunshine! Ha, he's so good.

Oh, wait. it's Mr sunshine. maybe they should talk about that later...

He turns the headphones off and puts it on his desk along with his pens, pencils, rubbers, rulers-who needs four rulers?? Where did he even get this all from?who needs this many art supplies and aren't half of these markers dried out anyway??

He can't even be bothered to ask right now, he unceremoniously dumps all of it back on the desk without further question, he picks up Mikey's phone, hoping that he was just listening to music and not staring at that it, would be awful for his eyes. But when he picks it up however he's not greeted with music, but a comic book. And not just any comic book, he notices belatedly,but his favourite.

Jupiter Jim and the eight giant dragons of evil why would he be reading that?

Leo blinks a few times, a bit confused to say the least, before he finally glances down at the sketchbook in his hands.

And sees and exact replica of the page but in pencil.

And then it clicks. everything clicks.

holy shit, Mikey is trying to recreate his favourite comic book. But there's no way??

Now Leo doesn't know much about art, he half listens to info dumps about trashy a.i art, and the hatred that Mikey has for wearing gas masks (against solid protests from himself, Raph and Donnie to do so otherwise

But Leo knows that making a comic book is *hard*, harder and more time consuming that it has any right to be, even for a good artist like Mikey-and he would know! He tried making his own when he was like 12 only to get frustrated an angry 2 minutes in, and quit (he hasn't tried since).

And secondly, how did he even realize he had wanted the real version of a comic anyway? He hadn't *asked* for one, hadn't hinted at wanting it. He swore Mikey was actually a fucking mind reader sometimes, maybe this was just another "mystic warrior thing" he doesn't get.

And then, the sudden, very violent urge to cry swamps him. Even if Mikey never finishes this project never gives it to him, he still *wanted* to.

The fact is, that Mikey, with injured arms, and a hundred other more intersting and wonderful projects more worth his time, is going to attempt to make a comic for *him* and it sort of makes Leo want to cry. It *does* make him cry.

He holds the sketchbook close to his plastron and let's the tears slip down his face. He doenst know what he'd do without his family, without Mikey, he doesn't know what he's Done to deserve the endless patience and comfort that his brothers provide.

He leaves after a minute or two, when the tears on his face stop flowing, leaving sticky trails down his face, and his breathing is no longer raggid from the crying. He leaves the sketchbook and phone where they are, closed and turned off.

Hopefully Mikey will think it was another brother that came in and fixed this all up for him. Or maybe he'll simply belive he cleaned up and put himself to bed and just doesn't remember.

"goodnight little brother, get a good rest."

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Mikey took a deep breathe in, and a deep breathe out. His head was starting to ache from lying it down on his desk for so long, he had decided to take a short break from drawing Leo's comic a while ago, much to his disdain. Although he can't say specifically, since everything in his head feels like molasses, and he's to busy concentrating on the never ending pain in his hands to think about it for to long.

It feels almost nauseating. His body thrumming uncomfortable, the itchy, fiery energy getting stronger, hands shaking more fiercely until it reaches its peak, and his while body seizes up and let's go.

(Its his own fault, this doesn't happen unless he pushes himself to hard. Apparently 6 hours straight of art is not good for you.

Noted.)

He *wants* to pick his head up, he *wants* to carry on drawing, he *wants* to be able to do this for Leo, but he just *can't*. He's useless, his own body is betraying itself, consuming itself in and endless mystic well of power that it itself created, and Mikey can't do anything but sit here and whimper in the dark.

He feels pathetic, he doesn't even know how long it will last. The longest period was 6 hours, which is the closest to living hell he's ever been, beside watching Leo throw himself into the prison dimention, followed closely in second by opening the actual portal itself.

He can't even move enough to grab his phone and call his brothers, he can't scream or talk. So he sits there, and cries and sobs and hiccups openly, and loudly, praying that *someone* will hear him. Thankfully but no sooner than he had started crying, had the small sliver of light coming through his door begun to get bigger, and his train cart door began to open.

".... Angelo?."

It was donnie.

*Thank god.*

His voice was still failing him, unable to speak but overwhelmed with the desire to say *something*, he just cried harder.

"woah woah woah! Okay okay Angelo I'm right here okay? Your safe, your fine." he crouched down by the desk so he was closer to Mikey's face "I'm... I'm gonna pick you up now okay Angleo? If I end up hurting you in any way just uh chirp okay?"

Donnie put an arm underneath his legs and shell, and lifted him up into a bridal carry, pausing slightly to listen for the sound of Mikey's distressed chirp, before continuing forward towards his door. Mikey slumps and closes his eyes, pressing his warm face into Donnie's cool arm. He let's out a sigh of content, no longer cramped from being stuck in a stiff and awkward position, for who knows how long.

Donnie sighs,in that long suffering kind of way he always does when his family has done something stupid, but Mikey doesn't bother to open his eyes to see what face he makes.

Mikey thinks he must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he's next aware, he's being handed off to a very worried looking Raph.

"hey big man sorry to wake you up, you can carry on cuddling with Dee in a minute he just needs to do somthing okay?" Raph is smiling down at him and holds him just a little tighter.

Mikey nods, and rubs his eyes turning his head so he can look at the scene in front of him, (his hands barely even hurt anymore, maybe they rubbed that special cream that Draxum made on them) they're in the TV room now, illuminated by the projection screen paused hlaf way through on one of Leo's favourite movies, him and Donnie are placing various pillows and blankets on the floor.

Leo is whispering something to his twin in a frantic, worried, hushed tone that Mikey is to tired to parse right now.

But Donnie looks at Mikey for a fraction of a second, before rolling his eyes affectionately and placing down the last of the pillows, (they were probably talking about him, he hopes he isn't barred from making breakfast tommorow though, he wanted to make omelettes) huffing, when Raph unceremoniously flops down on top of them shell first, Mikey still being held against his plastron. Raph opens up his arms and Leo snuggles right up beside him, whilst Donnie snuggles into Raph's other side.

Mikey can feel himself start to drift off into comfortable sleep again, when he feels a familiar finger rudely poke him in the face. He opens his eyes just barely to see a familiar blue mask and worried brown eyes peering back at him.

"sorry mi hermano this'll be quick, I promise, what were you doing that caused your arms to flare up so badly?"

Mikey feels annoyed that he's being kept up for this but sighs and concedes "mmmmm I was drawing for a really long time.... and i didn't take any breaks..." he mumbles, shutting his eyes again, falling faster into darkness this time.

"oh....." Leo sighs softly "your to nice for you own good little brother..." Mikey barely even registers his brother's voice anymore, to busy falling asleep to even notice it.

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Mikey grins and closes the comic book, he holds it out in front of him looking at all his hard work.

Its done. It's finally done. It took him a month of non stop drawing almost every day to do it.

But he did it.

He puts the Comic down, just to spin around his room and kick his legs, orange flecks of mystic trailing behind his flapping arms.

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"Oh Leoooooooo~," he sang, sliding into the living room hiding the comic behind his back, and directly away from the view of his older brother "guess what."

"What?"

"I said guess."

"....Mikey are you being serious right now?"

"Yuppers!"

Leo threw his head back and sighed "you know I may sound like Donnie right now, but there are an infinite amount of things to guess from so you may have to give me a hint."

"okay! So I got you gift, buuuuuut you have to guess what it is."

Leo's back straightens and he stares at Mikey with much more exitement "wait are you being serious? You got me a gift?"

"Yeah haha I did, would you like me to just give it to you?" he feels nervous now, he's not really sure he's ready for this, but is going to do it anyway against his own better judgement.

"Uhm yes obviously?? Now gimme" Leo puts out his hands and makes a grabbing motion like an impatient child awaiting to be given something, it's clearly to lighten up the situations which Mikey is making weird with his nervousness.

"Pftttt okay okay here take it."

He walks over to Leo and passes him the comic praying that he likes it, Mikey does, he's so proud, but that means nothing if Leo doesnt like it.

Leo takes the comic and looks closer, his eyes widen when he realizes what it is he's holding, "oh my god Mikey did you *make* this?".

"mhm! I noticed you didn't have any physical copies of your comics and they can't be bought like anywhere, online or off, so I decided to make you one!"

Leo's hands tremble as he deftly turns each page oddly quiet.

Mikey watches as his face morphs into something warm and touched, his smile big and eyes watery-

Wait what?!?

A big fat tear slips down Leo's face without a hand coming to wipe it away and Mikey stands there stunned.

He's watched Leo cry many MANY MANY times, whether it be due to a scraped knee, or a broken scateboard when they were little or due to nightmares over the Kraang, Mikey's seen it all. Him and Leo have always cried the most. But he's never seen Leo cry over something as simple and as meaningless as a comic book before.

"Mikes, did you *make* this for me?" his voice wobbles as he speaks, a disbelieving smile still stretched across his face, still holding the book and flipping through its pages slowly and carefully, scanning each page like he hadn't read them all a million times before, like they were something new, something precious.

Mikey feels slightly vulnerable and embarrassed when Leo looks up at him, remembering that there are definitley some really awfully drawn pages in there, nights where his hands wouldn't stop shaking, or the pose was just to difficult and seeing him cry over it is a bit worrying.

Mikey looks at the corner of the room, man he should really do some dusting, "um, yeah, sorry by the way, some of them are really badly drawn, a-and i know you've already read it a million times so it's really not that goo-"

Leo cuts him off by grabbing the strap around his shell and pulling him down onto the been bag into a 10/10, ultimate crushing big brother hug.

Mikey doesn't fight it these hugs are the *best* hugs.

"mikey- i cant-*holy fuck*, this is like, the nicest and most thoughtful gift i have *ever* been given the fact you even noticed I missed my comics makes me want to hide in my shell and cry so hard my tear ducts will explode, don't you *ever* apologise ok?"

Mikey felt HIMSELF tear up.

Your artwork is incredible and so so beautiful, Leo sniffs and Mikey feels so happy, (he's pretty sure his arms are glowing, not that he can see from where his snout is buried in Leo's shoulder) "i can't believe you put in the effort even with your hands to make a whole comic book just to make me feel better, that must have taken forever."

"I'm-im-yeah, I'm so glad you it Leo."

They stay like that for far to long, sitting on a bean bag that is way to small to fit them both, laughing and chatting and crying whilst look through the comic.

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It's not his old comic book, with ink smudged and faded colours, with nights spent rereading and loving. cherished, on its spot on the shelf, with worn edges and a broken spine. It's not the gift he was given when he was 9, a start of a long love for the franchise, and hours in the further of areas of the sewers to find more of them.

It's not any of that but it's something *more*.

Becasue it's *Mickey*.

It's his little brothers drawing, its long nights spent caring about him, and hope to make him just a tiny bit happier.

It's work, and shaking arms and passion. It's family and love and warmth, it's sleepless nights and something handcrafted, and Leo can see it etched into every line of the page. It's not old like it used to be, it's something wonderful, and something new, it's a gift, and every single line is different now because the adoration Mikey has for all of his brothers is radiating out of them.

Each mistake on the page is another mark of Mikey, another mark of his gift and it's meaning.

He can't ever get back what he's lost, he'll never be the same as he was, but he thinks now, whilst looking at the pages softly, this is maybe just a little bit better, just a little but more exciting and new.

Mikey will never know what this means to Leo, because to him, this is just another "small" act of kindness the same as he'd do for anyone.

And although Leo would never admit it, it makes everything he's been through just a little more smaller, and a little less scary, because if something this good can happen out of somthing so miserable? then maybe the future won't be so awful after all, and maybe it never was, his brothers will always be there for him, and he can't believe he ever doubted them in the first place.

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Please remember the idea for this fic was written by turtleblogatlast

And here's the the original little script they wrote!!! Read original script

Goooooood hahaha so uhm I hope you like it!! (Also sorry this became a little more Mikey centric than it was supposed to be I am a Mikey kinnie and tend to make everything about him😭)

I absolutely love your writing and the things you do so just think of this as a thankyou gift for being so cool!

I wanted to sprinkle more of your headcannon in haha but I didn't know where to start or when I could mention them sorry:(

Also apologies for all my head cannons I could help myself

"I will make this fic purely for someone else and won't add my own headcannons!......... F*ck."

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

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   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

Next Chapter

Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

[wez-star]

in the end it's him and i [nell jackson x reader]

Summary: captain jackson turns out not to be dead

Reader is love quinn kinda crazy

This is just a quick story non-smutt. im working on those requests i never got to writing bc of life (i got a crush) ao3 wattpad

God, these stools are uncomfortable. I look at nell behind the counter as she pours me a drink.

"Here you go." she slid the glass to me and smiled. This situationship has taken more of a toll on me than i expected. "Thank you" i smile at her. "You're welcom dear" she responds with the slightest smirk

The bell above the door rings, and i draw my attention to a man around the age of 28 stepped into the pub. I glance over at nell

Her face dropped as if she had just seen a dead man. "Nell!" the man exclaimes and nell runs towards him, i mean she basically jumps into his arms

Who the fuck is this?!

"Roxy! george! Come down here!" Nell shouts, and about 30 seconds later, her 2 little sisters are in the room with us. "This is my husband, captain jack!"

Excuse me?!

"I thought he was dead?" Roxy being the one to speak wha-

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"Hello?" George waved her hand in front of my face "yes?" "You were totally zoned out?" I stare at the small ginger girl for a few seconds before regaining myself and turning my attention towards nell and her husband

"You should come over for dinner tonight! The two of you!" I smille and suggest "that would be lovely" captain Jackson answered before nell could respond. She looks at me with a strange pitying look.

I don't quite remember exactly how i got home, and the next few hours went by. But when my butler sir humphrey comes to inform me that the guest have arrived the anxiety starts kicking in

"Lead them to the dining room and tell them i will be right with them" i tell him and quickly walk towards the garden, i thank god every day that he decided to give my brother cancer, leaving me the only living descendant for my fathers estate and wealth, such a tragedy that my father drowned.

Im not impulsive. Just because i decide to grab wolsbane last minute before dinner does not mean im going to poison nell or her husband, and i certainly would not do it on impulse.

Oh who am i kidding?, when i get to the kitchen where my cheff is preparing dinner i add the wolfsbane to captain jacksons plate. Oh my god i haven't thought this far shit

"Give this plate to that captain jackson" i tell the maid and hurry to the dining room. "Sorry to keep you waiting" i smile and sit across from nell and her husband. "It's fine" nell smiles at me

"I hear you and nell are great friend?" Captain jack says to me as the servants brings us our food. "Yes, we're great friends" i glance towards nell. "Well im glad that nell has found someone to spend time with. I feared she might be lonely without me" fucking ashole

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"Are you feeling alright honey?" Nell asks her husband with a concerned face. "Im fine im just a bit drowsy" shit i need to get nell out of here. "One of my servants amber is great with medicine im sure she'll have somthing for you" i say to them "really?" God she sounds hopeful "yes i just don't know where sir Humphrey has ran off to" i look around the room. "I'll go get her myselfs" nell quickly gets up and walks off to find amber.

Amber was my brothers mistress, she jumped in front off a train 5 years ago

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Captain jackson falls over with his face in his plate. Shit okay. I quickly get up and dragg him down to my wine cellar. I still dont know why my father had a cage put in here but atleast it comes to my advantage today.

I quickly putt him in the cage and run back up the stairs to the dining room exactly 5 seconds before nell walks back in. "I cant find her- where's captain jackson?" I look up at her "oh he went to lie down" i smile at her "where?" "In the guest room" for once stop being so pushy nell jackson "I think it's best if we go home, for him" nell sighed. "Do you love him?" She looks me confused "of course i do he's my husband"

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"You should take some wine with you!" I smile "i have plenty" nell smiles "thank you" i return the smile and lead her to the wine cellar and open the door following down the stairs behind her.

Shit how do i always find myself in these predicaments. How do i do this without nell dropkicking me againts a wall? To say my anxiety grew as we walks down the stairs is an understatement.

It takes nell an entire half of a second to see her husband in a cage. Stopping dead in her tracks. Time to act fast. I quickly grab a full wine bottle off of the racks lining the walls. I can see her slowly starting to turn around to face me.

"No one will ever love you like i do nell"

Not a fluent thought goes through my mind as i hit her ever the head with the bottle, knocking her out cold.

[imagineacoolusername]

Happy Simon Snow day!

I managed to finish my fifth year date au fic just in time to post it today, so that's my birthday gift for simon: a date with baz. and i also wanted to jump on the Loving Raen Train so @raenestee this is my late birthday gift for you <3

anyway. last week i said something about a new wip featuring model!baz. i still haven't written anything for it, but it's fine, because i remembered that i had already started another model!baz wip, and i thought that it'd be a good idea to have them set in the same au i guess. so the first one i have already started, and the second one is more simon-centered (although baz is obviously present) and i feel like it'll be a bit longer.

however, i don't know when i'll finish them —it took me three months to write a 3k fic, so it's safe to assume that it will probably be a long time until another wip sees the light.

and the last thing. big thank you to everyone who interacted with my fifth year date au posts because y'all really gave me the motivation to write. i will explode if i have to look at it once more, but i'm glad it's finally finished.

excerpt and tags under the cut because today's is a long post.

so this one is from the first model!baz wips. the doc containing it is titled "beach proposal" and i'm really excited to write this. i hope i can find the motivation soon.

I’m going to propose to Baz today.

I have been planning this for so long; everything has to go smoothly. Baz deserves the best, and I can't fuck anything up.

I look at him as he's getting ready in front of the mirror and he smiles at me sweetly.

I used to believe that he would eventually see reason and break up with me, leave me for someone better. I was happy calling myself his boyfriend, of course I was, but I felt like I was just being selfish, that he deserved to be with someone else. When I told him that, ten months into our relationship, he said that he felt the same about me, which I thought was ridiculous. How could Baz think that I deserved someone better than him? Is there even someone better?

Things got better after that conversation, although the doubt would still creep in from time to time. (At first I didn't want to propose because I was afraid that he would reject me.) (I'm glad I overcame that, though.)

thank you for tagging me today @blackberrysummerblog and @prettygoododds! now tagging: @valeffelees @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @ileadacharmedlife @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @larkral @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @wellbelesbian @ionlydrinkhotwater @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @letraspal @onepintobean @raenestee @ic3-que3n @ebbpettier @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @shrekgogurt @mysterioussheep @hushed-chorus <33

[cordycepsfem]

Pageboy Readthrough, Part Eight

Previously

your reviewer had to read about EP's sex life with her own two eyes

this included the bizarre phrase "magnets sucking" which, I'm not going to lie, has possessed my entire brain since reading it

I'll be just sitting at work thinking work thoughts and then all of a sudden I'll magically hear a voice saying magnets sucking in my brain and remember why it is that 30-somethings should not be writing memoirs

anyway the rest of the chapter was about being homophobically attacked

your reviewer went off on a tangent about why Umbrella Academy Season Three sucked

we had a brief "we live in a society" moment

and then we had a much longer digression about anger being useful

by the end of it all EP owed me $64.80 (CAD) for everything I had to read with the only two human eyes I'm ever going to have

Also, I want to go off on a longer digression about this today: it finally hit me why this book is hard to read...

It's not well-written.

There's a lot of jumping back and forth between things that are happening now and things that happened previously, and then when we're reading about the now there are lots of side tangents about things that are also happening now or recently happened. There's not a straight line through a chapter.

Maybe this is what it's like in EP's head and for that she has my sincerest sympathy and understanding, as I don't think anyone's mind truly works in a linear way. But she also had, I assume, an editor or two who had the thing in front of them and could have helped but didn't. Again, this is my entire soapbox about 30-somethings writing memoirs: as a group nothing's happened to us miraculous enough to fill a memoir, and we're also not emotionally ready for people to tell us we're actually not that brilliant, so many of us would have a hard time taking direction. I don't know if EP's celebrity "wowed" whoever her editor was, and they just slapped a "You go guy!" sticker on it and sent it to the publisher, but... if I turned this in I would be embarrassed to read it back, partially for all of the embarrassing childhood things I would have shared but also because I wrote it in a way that says "linear plot line? fuck her" and expected everyone to love it.

But what do I know - I'm not on the New York Times bestseller list or anything. (Or am I? You don't know.)

Now

Chapter Ten

EP tells us about being cast in An American Crime and meeting Catherine Keener

having not seen the film nor having any idea who this woman is, let's read on

ah, yes, I remember now:

An American Crime is about the horrific abuse of a young woman named Sylvia Likens

obviously acting in this role was a lot for EP, as it would be for any actor

this part of the book is actually really tender, and I appreciate the detail EP puts into talking about how she would try to get the feeling of playing a horribly abused young woman out of her head

and for all I said about it not being written well, these two paragraphs felt absolutely solid in my chest:

(apart from the fact that a metronome sets tempo, not speed, because again, I am a very specific type of asshole, and today apparently it's "pedantic about music" asshole)

EP talks about going to a restaurant in a train car that only serves pasta and I am once again jealous

she also talks about her eating disorder, smoking, drinking, and not sleeping as her basic routine, and I am once again saddened

she dates a guy who tells her she's not gay while they're having sex (see, this is where the whole timeline thing comes in - in a previous chapter she'd already come out, and now we're back before that happened)

when EP returns to Halifax she weighs 84 pounds (38.1 kg)

here are some other things that weigh approximately 84 pounds, according to the internet:

ten gallons of water

a baby rhino

2 bushels of gooseberries

a fiberglass canoe

16 bricks

2 sandbags

anyway

EP's mom is worried about her

a therapist gives her bad advice

EP gains some weight back and then goes to audition for Juno

we learn that before EP's mom was a French teacher she worked for Air Canada but is afraid of flying

we also learn that EP's mom is the daughter of Anglican minister

EP enters a sexual relationship with Olivia Thirlby and hangs out with Michael Cera and Jonah Hill and they make music and get stoned and walk around town together

oh and also they make Juno and it is good and EP loves making it

and things are better

and the next chapter opens with vomiting so it is here I must stop for the night

[yourslashersfinalgirl]

PLEASE STEP ON ME FOX BOY | Chapter 3

Masterlist | TTMJWRAADL Masterlist

Key:

Japanese: normal text

English: bolded

Thoughts: in italics

After your far-fetched daydreams about proposing to Sabito, you watch as Tanjiro places his arms behind his lean body to prop himself up, "What do you want, jumping out like that all of a sudden!" Sweat dripped down Tanjiro's face as he yelled at Sabito.

Even when he’s yelling he still manages to make it look cute, what the fuck?

You quietly sat under a nearby tree's protective shade. "I should be the one asking that, what are you doing?” Sabito states plainly as Tanjiro gives him a perplexed look, "Doing? I'm training..."

 "How long are you going to sit there like that? Prepare yourself." Sabito's manly voice silences Tanjiro as he picks himself off the floor.

Damn Tanjiro, Sabito just called you out. 

"At least one of you is taking this seriously..."

Oh? Was he trying to call me out too?

As the two of them stand their ground in front of one another and the tension grows, your eyes wander around the area to see if Makomo was around.

Nope, don't see her… for now...

"Alright, bring it on." 

Oh shit, it's happening.

"But..." Tanjiro hesitates to attack, noticing a difference between himself and his opponent, "You're holding a wooden sword and I'm holding a real one."

Oh Tanjiro, honey, no. 

Sabito's posture relaxes as his laugh cuts through the tension in the air. The sweat on Tanjiro’s dumbfounded face now began to intensify. You slightly shift in your spot in anticipation of the upcoming fight. You already knew how it would end, Tanjiro being knocked unconscious, but that didn't stop you from silently cheering for him. 

Don't worry Tanjiro, you can do it!.. Eventually!

"Haha, you flatter me! Thank you for this care you've shown me! But do you really think you're able to injure me?"

Sabito rushes towards Tanjiro in a flash, forcing your friend to parry the young masked male's attack. "You don't have to worry at all, I'm much stronger than you! After all, I was able to slice that boulder in half!" Sabito mocks Tanjiro, and in a way you too, as your now panicked friend struggled against your favorite masked male. "You really haven't learned anything, have you? You haven't turned anything you were shown into your own skill!" Sabito overpowers Tanjiro, throwing him to the ground with a hard “thud". 

I'm starting to feel bad for him...

"Especially the breathing technique Urokodaki-sensei has taught. "Total concentration."

Realization flashes across Tanjiro's face, 

Oh yeah, it's all coming together now.

"You've only memorized the moves like some mere trivial facts. Your body hasn't experienced it at all." They both continue their attacks, and as time passes by, you realize Tanjiro was resorting to defense more than offense. In his eyes, you could see the determination after he realized Sabito made several points. "I'll make your flesh and blood remember it well," Their movements seemed to become blurrier as Tanjiro fought to keep up, "All of it, all of it, ALL OF IT! I'll make you NEVER forget the secret techniques Urokodaki has taught you! I'll implant them in your bone marrow." Sabito yells as his attacks continue to overwhelm Tanjiro more and more.

Sabito's so cool! Ahhh, I'm so going to praise him after this is over! After I check up on Tanjiro. 

"I am learning! I learn every day, I'm doing my best to learn with my life! But right now I don't know what to do at all... I can't move forward." Tanjiro's voice trails off, you note how disappointed he sounds in himself. "Keep moving forward if you wish to succeed if you really want to become stronger! You don't have any other choice except moving forward!" Blow after blow, Sabito continues to land hits onto Tanjiro, "Let me witness it, your power!" Tanjiro lets out a guttural yell before Sabito crouches down, landing a solid blow under Tanjiro's chin. The blow was so strong it ended up knocking your friend out cold, forcing his body to land harshly against the hard ground.

OW, OW, OW. THAT SOUNDED PAINFUL AS FUCK.

 A new figure appears at your side and you jump, startled by the girl now next to you.

JESUS CHRIST YOU SCARED ME.

"I'll leave it to you then," Sabito speaks to the small girl as you stare wide-eyed at the both of them. "So, uh..." Both figures looked down at you, one with a gentle smile on her adorable face and the other seemed annoyed, although you couldn't tell because of the mask.

AHHHH! NOW'S LIKE ONE OF THE ONLY CHANCES I'LL HAVE TO SPEAK TO THEM ALONE SO,

"You were so cool just now!" Your voice was unintentionally loud, causing Makomo to giggle at your enthusiasm. Sabito says nothing as he walks into the mist, disappearing alongside it.

NOOO COME BACK! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO PROPOSE!

"It's nice to meet you," Makomo's airy voice cuts through the silence and you give her a welcoming smile, "It's nice to meet you too Ma- my friend." You cut yourself off almost accidentally saying her name.

She does not need to know I know who she and Sabito are.

"You speak English?." Moving from your spot under the tree in favor of getting near Tanjiro, you reply, "Uh, yeah." Her head tilts to the side cutely, "Are you a foreigner?" You nod your head in reply and she smiles, "That's really interesting. Oh, but I haven't introduced myself yet... I'm Makomo, the other boy just now is Sabito..." 

I can finally call them by their names now. That's good, I don't have to worry about acting like I don't know them, well, I still do, just not strangers.

"It's really nice to meet you Makomo! I'm [Y/N], and my knocked-out friend right here is Tanjiro." Introducing yourself and your partner in crime, you begin to play with his hair, running your hands through his hair.

Soft.

Like a magic touch, Tanjiro begins to stir and slowly comes to. Both you and Makomo lean over his body as he finally opens his eyes, "Are you alright?" Brushing the question off, Tanjiro sits up swiftly and gets close to Makomo's face, "Did you see that move just now? That was an awesome strike! No hesitating or unnecessary movements at all! Very clean! I want to be like that too. I can do it, right? That move just now..." Tanjiro trails off, taking in the fact that a new face has shown up. Makomo takes his silence as an opportunity to speak up, "Of course you can. I'll be there to witness it." 

A faint blush spreads across Tanjiro's cheeks before questioning who Makomo was. She gives him the same introduction she had given you and you close your eyes.

Her voice is really nice to listen to.

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After her introduction, she spent the next few minutes giving the two of you tips, pointing out the places where you were lacking, and correcting anything you were doing wrong. Both you and Tanjiro listened attentively, making sure to not miss any information that left her mouth. 

God, I'm dumb.

"Why are you helping us?" Tanjiro questions Makomo as she sits atop the boulder. She was currently working on a flower crown, weaving the stems together. Tanjiro's eyes never leave the girl and you shift uncomfortably as you both watch her work. "Where did you two come from?" Finishing the crown, she delicately places it on her head.

"We really love Urokodaki." 

A small frown adorns Tanjiro's face, confused as to why the small girl wouldn't answer the question. "Are you and Sabito siblings?" Although you already knew the answer to all of Tanjiro's questions, you pretended to be interested.

Makomo smiles down at you both and shakes her head, "Sabito and I aren't related. Urokodaki took us in and raised us because we were orphans."

Bro, she's speaking in past tense...

She jumps down from the boulder and lands in front of you both, a mist beginning to fill the space around you, "There are other children too. They're all around, watching you both."

Ayo, that's kinda creepy.

Tanjiro's head tilts to the side, expressing his visible confusion. "What do you mean?" 

Not elaborating, Makomo changes the topic back to training, "Total concentration breathing... Accelerates your blood flow and heartbeat. Your body's natural temperature also shoots up. You're still human, but you get strong like a demon. You expand your lungs... And bring lots of air into your blood. Your blood gets excited and your bones and muscles thrill. You get hot and strong!"

If I didn't know what that meant already, I'd be so confused right now.

You look beside you and see Tanjiro's puzzled expression,

Me too, Tanji.

"How do we do that?"

"You must train so hard that you could die. There isn't anything else you can do."

Oh boy...

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After Makomo's explanation, both you and Tanjiro continued pushing yourselves to the limits. Each day that passed, you both continuously swung your swords to the point it felt as if your arms would fall off. Even your lungs would scream at you to take a break as your heart would pound against your chest.

I feel like death. Please help meeeee!

Gasping for air, you let yourself ungracefully fall to the ground. The mist that had settled around the area caught your attention as Makomo appeared from behind the trees.

"H-hey Makomo..."  Rolling over to your side, you face the girl who had a content smile on her face. "Hello [Y/N], it's a lovely day isn't it?"

You give a slight nod and finally manage to sit up, your breathing finally becoming manageable, "I started training with Tanjiro as soon as I woke up. I really need to get strong enough so Urokodaki-sensei can let me go to the final selection."

She nods her head at your words, "You should take a break, you've been working really hard lately..." Makomo suggests, seeing just how exhausted your figure looked.

You sigh, wanting desperately to sleep the rest of the day, "I can't, I have to keep training... Even through all of this, I'm as successful at slicing this boulder as Tanjiro is at beating Sabito... No offense to him though."

Makomo smiles, "Speaking of those two, we should go see how they're doing... Maybe you could also ask Sabito to spar with you."

Spar with Sabito? I could get stronger that way... And I get to interact with him more.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Being pulled up by the hand Makomo offered you, you both made your way toward the area the boys were located. Tanjiro lay on the ground, sweat dripping down his face as his arm rested on his forehead.

"Hey guys, the cutest girls have arrived!" You exclaim, Makomo's hand in yours as you approach the boys. "[Y/N]! And Makomo too!"

The boys turn their attention towards you two, with Tanjiro's face expressing his joy at your arrival. "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be training?" Sabito's displeasure is vocalized in his tone of voice.

"Aw don't be like that Sabito! Is it so bad that I wanted to see you?" You grin mischievously at the masked boy. The girl beside you giggles and nods her head, "[Y/N] is interested in sparring with you."

"Although if I'm being honest, sparring isn't the only thing I'm interested in when it comes to you."

Damn, I'm really going all out with flirting with Sabito... Jokingly of course.

"Ah, [Y/N]..." Tanjiro's cheeks had an embarrassed blush spread across them, although he still gave you and Makomo a gentle smile.

Precious boy! I'm going to protect you with my life.

"Don't worry Tanjiro! There's no way I could ever forget my partner in crime! The one person who I can't go a day without seeing a smile on their face." You coo at the younger boy, his blush growing brighter.

"Enough with the playing around, you came here to spar, yes? So get ready!"

"Oh, right."

Oh shit, we're actually doing this?

Without a second wasted, Sabito launches himself towards you, his wooden sword already raised above his head, ready to knock you out if you were hit hard enough on the head. Attempting to counter the blow with your own sword, you struggle beneath his strength.

Am I allowed to kick him? I kinda don't wanna hurt him though...

Noticing your hesitance, Sabito takes the opportunity to make a quick jab at your ribs forcing you to clutch your chest in pain. "Ow! Dude, what the fuck?" Sabito scoffs, much to your annoyance, "Don't let your guard down idiot,"

Wow, what a gentleman! He didn't even hesitate to hurt me. Fine, if that's how it's gonna be, two can play that game.

"Well, you shouldn't either!" You attempt to kick his right leg out from under him, but he shifts his weight to his left. He uses his sword to hit the back of your neck, making you stumble forward and faceplant into the ground. "Bruh."

Fastest defeat in the history of mankind... I would not last a second against Kibutsuji.

"[Y/N]! Are you alright?" Giving Tanjiro a thumbs-up in reassurance, you look back up at the peach-haired boy above you, "Never mind then, you're the best... Gosh, you really are amazing, Sabito!" Said boy offers you a hand and you eagerly take it.

"Look at us, already holding hands. Our relationship has reached a new level, next up is our wedding! And yes, that was a proposal."

Let's gooo, proposing to the homies! Who cares if he didn't understand!

As soon as you're on your feet, he quickly releases his hold on your hand and walks away. "Wha- Hey, where are you going?"

"Away from you, you're giving me a headache..."

Wow, I am offended!

"Don't say that! You know you love me!" He stops in his steps and looks back at you, although you can't see his expression, you assume he's giving you a look of annoyance or disappointment, maybe even both as he shakes his head. 

What you didn’t know was that instead of annoyance, was a smile beneath his mask.

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[unchained-zeldaverse]

Chapter 1

Zelda had been going through various piles of important government paperwork. Keyword, Had. Now she found herself stirring in the middle of a screaming match between another woman and a..... a Moblin?

Zelda had been going through various piles of important government paperwork. Keyword, Had. Now she found herself stirring in the middle of a screaming match between another woman and a..... a Moblin? What? She quickly blinked fully awake, looking around in complete confusion. Around her were 3 more women of varying ages, and a girl who couldn't be more than 12 at most, and of course, the woman in the screaming match with the Moblin.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Was what the woman was screaming repeatedly, as if the Moblin could answer her, as she was smacking it with a branch she must have grabbed from nearby. The other women (and girl) practically jumped up from their spots, Zelda soon following their lead as it finally clicked that they were in the middle of a Moblin camp. Looking around for Anything to defend herself with, the young woman simply followed suit with what the screaming woman had done, and grabbed a sturdy looking branch from the ground and began swinging.

The Moblins seemed just as confused as she was, hesitant to get any closer to the group that was now collectively swinging sticks at them. One brave, or perhaps particularly stupid, one approached the girl, reaching out a hand to snatch the stick from her. The young girl proceeded to scream and a bright light enveloped the stick, and soon enough the Moblin. Only a few seconds later, there was a sickening sound and an explosion of viscera, and as the light faded, it was clear what had happened. The Moblin has simply Exploded. The rest of them, horrified at what had happened to their comrade, quickly turned tail and ran as fast as they could, dropping weapons to go faster.

"Sweet Hilia, what the Hell was that?" The one who had been in a screaming match said, mirroring Zelda's own thoughts, though she could've Sworn the woman had said Hylia weirdly. The girl looked between her stick, the viscera on the ground in front of her (miraculously none had landed on her or any of the others), and the women around her.

"Um... oops?" She said quietly, setting the stick down, her hair falling in her face as she leaned down.

Zelda took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to process what exactly had just transpired in the last, oh, two minutes? She had been in her office working on paperwork one moment, and then waking up in a Moblin camp the next. Then a... what, 11? 10? Probably 10 judging by the voice, year old girl Exploded A Moblin by screaming. Dear Hylia grant her strength.

She opened her eyes again, clearing her throat and gathering the attention of the others. "Alright, now that that.... predicament, is over, how about we all take a moment, breathe, and figure out who we all are and how we got here."

"And how we get home?" The voice came from a very nervous looking and sounding woman, her hair covering one eye.

"Yes, of course. I'll start. My name is Zelda, and the last thing I remember is working on paperwork in the palace office." Several faces screwed into a look of confusion at her statement.

"Uh.... My name is Also Zelda, and the last thing I remember is I was watching the royal guards doing training drills." The one with pinkish hair spoke next, before shooting a pointed look at the purple haired woman next to her.

"Well my name is Hilda and frankly I would like to just go home already."

"My names also Zelda!" The young girl spoke quickly, waving a hand in the air. "And the last thing I remember is I was playing with my daddy in the castle courtyard!"

"Im... um... my name is Zelda, and the last thing I remember was going to bed in my room..." The nervous one spoke next, shifting on her feet, voice barely a whisper.

The woman who had been in a screaming match earlier raised a hand slowly and finally spoke. "My name is Zelledah, and the last thing I remember is being in the royal library. And I think I know what's going on."

Zelda looked at her with mild suspicion. "You do? How?"

With a shrug, Zelledah looked up at the sky. "I think we've all been taken from different points in time. Would explain why we're all named Zelda, and why we were all in the castle at 'the same time' despite having never met each other before."

It was... well it was a strange idea but it Did have some merit.

"So how do we get back? To our own times that is." Zelda spoke, trying to keep her tone even and calm. Zelledah simply shrugged.

"Fu-" She glanced at the child Zelda, and quickly course corrected, "Heck if I know. Our best bet is probably make our way to the castle, if that exists in this time period, and see who's time we're all in."

The child Zelda looked at Zelledah, puffed her chest out and spoke with pride. "You don't gotta change your words, I Already know the fuck word!"

"A young lady such as yourself shouldn't use such vulgar words!" Zelda said, crossing her arms as she gave a sharp glare at Zelledah, who simply shrugged.

"Sorry Royal." Her voice was nonchalant as she then put her hands in her pockets.

"R-Royal?" Zelda blinked in confusion. "I already said my name is Zelda why would you-"

"Yeah I know but everyone's named the same thing so like... we gotta have Nicknames, right? Not only to differentiate each other, but also because we need to be less conspicuous. Zelda's a real specific name for the royal family after all, it would look Real strange for a bunch of random women-" the child Zelda cleared her throat. "And a kid, all named after the princess, or queen or whatever the Zelda in this time period is, are wandering around."

Zelda paused, humming in thought. "I suppose you're right, but why Royal?"

"Cuz you're so Hoity Toity about stuff already. Really reminds me of some of my royal advisors, and my mom." Zelledah looked around at the other Zeldas. "Anyone want to name themselves?"

"Oh! Oh! I wanna be called Celes.... Celestital... no.... Celestial! That was the word!" The young Zel- Celestial said, waving her arm in the air again.

"Any reason?"

"Cuz my friends are my sun and moon!" She said cheerily. "My friends are twins too, like the sun and moon are!"

Zeld- Royal couldn't bring herself to correct the child about her assumption. Next came the nervous Zelda.

"I'd.... I'd like to be called Past. Because I always feel like I'm stuck in the past. Compared to my big brother at least... oh Hylia I hope he's safe..." Zelledah nodded in acknowledgement, patting her on the back with a quiet word of encouragement.

"Well I'd like to be called Rise, because My version of Hyrule is on the rise, especially with a talented Hero on our side!" The pink haired Zelda spoke next, puffing out her chest slightly in pride. Probably a subconscious action, Royal noted.

Hilda spoke next, "I guess I should be called Fall then, since... well things aren't going great where I'm from."

"You don't Need a nickname, your name is different as is."

"Well I would feel strange being the only one going by her real name." Fall said, seemingly a little irritated.

Zelledah, being the only one left without a nickname, hummed in thought. She was quiet for a moment after the hum, before suddenly shouting. "I GOT IT! You can call me Legend, cuz I helped beat Gannon!"

"You? You Beat Ganon. I don't believe it." Royal mumbled, shaking her head, earning a slight glare from Legend.

"I totally did! Admittedly Lynk did most of the work but it was my first time fighting for real!"

Ok for the love of Hylia, Royal was Convinced Legend was saying some of these words differently but she couldn't tell How. Shaking her head clear of those thoughts, she took a deep breath and clapped her hands together, gaining the attention of everyone.

"So, I think we should all get moving in case those Moblins finally come back with reinforcements. Hopefully we're not too far from the castle, I doubt any of us happened to bring enough rupees for a carriage ride there."

A chorus of quiet agreement met her statements.

"So we're in agreement then, good. Now, let's follow a river, I can hear one nearby. It should take us to a beach of some sort, or at least out of this forest." Royal spoke with assertiveness, planning on taking charge and keeping hold of it.

"You can hear the river from here?" Fall said, sounding both skeptical And impressed.

"Just barely, but yes. It's that way." Royal gestured with a hand, noting that the trees seemed to thin in that direction as well. Perhaps they were closer to the edge of the forest than they thought. She took a deep breath and started forward, not even looking back to see if anyone was following her. Judging from the varying footstep sounds behind her though, they all were.

After a minute, maybe two, the group came upon the river, which looked to be about twice as wide as Royal was tall at its narrowest, and too deep to cross. Hopefully they were on the correct side...

"Alright, now we follow the river down to its mouth-"

"Rivers have mouths? Do they eat with them?" Celestial asked, poking her head past the others.

"I- no, it's where the river meets a lake or an ocean. With any luck there will be a town or city of some sort we can get our bearings at." Royal was annoyed, but couldn't help but feel a tinge of amusement at the question. "From there we find our way to the castle and ask when we are. Sound good?"

Seeing them all nod, Royal started following the river, keeping a good distance away to make sure she didn't fall in, hoping the rest would follow her lead. Admittedly she couldn't swim, and wasn't sure the others could either. Especially in the clothes they were in. Well, maybe Legend, as the only one in the group wearing trousers, could.

It took a while, and a Very near miss with a Wolfos that had them scurrying into a bush for a good amount of time, but eventually they managed to follow the river out of the forest. They all immediately held their hands above their eyes as the tree line thinned, allowing brighter and brighter light to hit the ground below. Fall seemed to have an even harder time adjusting to the sunlight, squinting long after the others had stopped doing the same.

Looking around, Royal struggled to spot anything helpful, except a faint blip on the horizon. That would have to do.

"Alright Royal, where to next? Assuming your sight is as good as your hearing that is." Legend commented, making an effort to peer around, before kicking a small rock. "Because I don't know about you but I'm seeing Jack Squat around here."

"Well I don't see much, but I believe our best bet is that way, I can see something faint." Royal pointed towards the blip she had seen earlier, causing everyone to squint and lean in that direction to try and see it for themselves.

"Oh! I see it!" Celestial cried. "You think it's a town? Or maybe the castle? No wait, I think I remember my daddy teaching me that um... you don't build castles so close to the ocean cuz then bad guys can sail right up to it!"

"Well, it depends on if the castle is right by the water or on a cliff, but the advice Is relatively sound." Royal mumbled, half to herself. She'd never had to worry about castle placement, Hyrule wasn't quite large enough to validate having more than one of them. Still, the girl's optimism was contagious and everyone began to chatter as they started walking.

"I hope it's the castle, I'd hate to have to go all the way there just to find out we'd have to ride horses to get to the castle...." Rise said, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face. Gasping in mock horror, Legend faced her.

"You don't like horse riding? But it's so fun!" The older woman said, grinning. "Having the wind blow through your hair, trusting your horse to take you wherever you're going safely, the joy of knowing what every whinny means."

Rise gave her a skeptical look. "And risk falling off and getting trampled to death? No thank you." She shook her head and crossed her hands in an x shape before flinging her arms to the sides, continuing the shape in what Royal could only assume was an addition to her disapproval of the idea.

Legend simply huffed, turning her attention back to where they were headed. It was still a long ways away... Blessedly, they eventually came across an old dirt road, the edges of it being consumed by grass and other plants.

Royal noted that while the road was old, it was quite well worn, like people still came this was often, though obviously not often enough to pave it with stones. As they traveled along the road, she couldn't help but wonder how they paved roads in this time period. She supposed she'd see soon enough, if the direction they were headed was indeed towards a town or city.

The group continued to chatter amongst themselves, mostly about why they thought they were all there. Most of them agreed that it was likely either the golden goddesses, or Hylia herself that brought them there, but Celestial was Convinced that it was, "A mean ol Great Fairy." Apparently she had been the victim of a mean fairy prank when she was much younger and thought all fairies were like that.

As they tried to convince the child it wasn't like that, Legend stumbled and face planted directly onto a stone paved road. She had clearly tripped on the edge of it, where they hadn't feathered out the edge of it onto the dirt road that connected to it.

"'M good!" Legend said, albeit muffled, as she peeled her face from the stones. Royal winced at the other woman ran her tongue along her teeth, pressing on each one. "Yup, all good!" She said when not a one budged from their spot.

"Didn't that... um.... didn't that Hurt?" Past asked, helping Legend up.

"Oh for sure but I've dealt with worse." The older woman looked back towards their goal with a mildly distant look. "Definitely worse. Say, why don't I tell yall about how my Lynk and I beat Gannon! It was quite the fight."

As Legend began talking and walking again, with the others listening intently, Royal allowed herself to hang back a bit, solely to investigate how the road was paved. It seemed that they had paved it with smooth stones and mortar, leaving a slightly bumpy road, but not noticeable enough for a horse or carriage to be jostled about.

She eventually managed to tear her eyes away from the road, looking up to see how close they were to their destination. They had been following the meandering road towards a sandy area, perhaps a beach, judging by the faint sound of water nearby. Not that Royal was at all interested in going on that beach right now, given that her dress was already dirty enough at the bottom.

"We're going to need changes of clothes..." She hadn't realized she had spoken aloud until noticing the attention of everyone on her. Flushing, she quickly stammered out a reason. "Well most of us aren't in any outfit fit for riding, or even just walking along dirt roads. And the closer we get to that spot, the more I can tell it's not the castle."

"Not to mention, Celestial, Rise, and Fall all have some uh... pretty royal looking clothing, it would be pretty suspicious huh." Legend said, spinning around as she walked backwards. "Not to mention the giant triforce symbol, Royal crest, and... upside down triforce. Why is that upside down anyways?"

Fall blinked, eyes widening in mild surprise before she cleared her throat and spoke. "Oh, its the Lorulian triforce."

"Lo.... rulian?" Past asked, tilting her head slightly to the side in confusion. "Whats Lorulian?"

Fall was about to speak when Rise shoved her slightly and spoke first. "Lorule is the Dark counterpart to Hyrule, obviously. After all, their triforce is inverted."

"Just because you don't understand Lorule doesn't mean you can just call it an evil version of Hyrule!" Fall yelled, shoving back.

The two proceeded to get into a physical fight, slapping and clawing at each other until Royal and Legend managed to pull them apart.

"Ladies! Ladies! Calm down! We do Not need to be fighting each other right now!"

"This is not appropriate behavior for two of the royal family!" Royal huffed, easily holding back Fall, who soon gave up on trying to squirm out of her grasp. Legend had a bit more trouble with Rise, probably because they looked to be roughly the same height.

Once both women had tired out, though still giving glares to each other, they were released from Legend and Royal's arms.

"Now that that's settled, let's keep moving, we're burning daylight."

[joyfulfxckery]

Space Cats

Yautja Blurb

So my cat, Jaxon the house panther, hunts everything; flies, mosquitoes, spiders, his sister Selkie, everything.

Every time he's hunting I always think that the Yautja would find it entertaining so this happened. It's unedited btw.

No pronouns used

"Your house feline isn't completely useless."

"Hm?" I turn around from my cooking task to see my Yautja mate, Bha'jui, crouching on the floor in front of the couch, watching with amusement as my cat, Jaxon, hunts down the Yautja Prime version of a fly that entered the open window. Jaxon slowly sneaks closer while keeping his eyes on the fly that's resting up the wall before jumping, missing and sliding down back unto the couch. Bha'jui chortles while watching the fly buzz around your cat, seeming to mock him. Jaxon watches the fly for a few seconds while chittering before jumping up in the air, the fly drops.

"Sounds like Yautja? Do cats mimic?" Bha'jui tilts his head in curiosity moving his eyes from Jaxon to look at me making me smile. He's usually hunting or training so he doesn't spend a lot of time at home or with Jaxon in general, if he is home it's usually time spent with me to either stay by my side like a lost puppy or to make me smell like him again which can either be by cuddling or fucking my brains out. Being on Yautja Prime he always tries to keep me smelling like him so that other unmated Yautja know to stay away since Yautjas are extremely territorial ESPECIALLY if they have a human mate. Like, he will gladly kill for me. Actually, he has once when we were newly mated and a lot of Yautja was looking down on his choice of me that I was starting to feel unworthy and one Yautja just looked at me in disgust and Bha'jui snapped. I felt powerful as fuck that day too though, he was in a deep rage that he kept beating on the body and even the Yautja surrounding us didn't want to disturb him but I went up and gently touched his back, he turned super quick ready to fight only to realize it was me, he stood and let out a victorious roar then looked at everyone surrounding us in warning before picking me up in his arms and carrying me home.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts I turned back to check that the food was ready, while dishing it out I say, "He's always done that, sometimes cats make that noise when they're hunting something. Though, some do it more than others."

As I finished talking Bha'jui started his own chittering noise while Jaxon went to paw at the injured fly that was trying to escape. I turn with bowls of chilli that Bha'jui likes if there's loads of meat. There are only a few Yautja foods I have found that I like and with more Yautja taking humans as mates lately they were kind enough to make us our very own store with human food, and I was feeling a little homesick today so I wanted to make my grandmothers' chilli. Placing them on the table where we eat I looked and noticed that Jackson ate the fly and was now sitting and facing Bha'jui, they seemed to be talking. In chitters. I went behind Bha'jui as Jaxon jumped down the couch and into the Yautjas' lap while purring,

"Good talk?" I giggled while appreciating the view of my two predators, one of which nodded.

"I said he was a good house hunter." Which caused me to laugh more before leaning down against my mate's back to pet Jaxon who leaned into my hand.

"He is, he's my good lil' hunter aren't you Jaxon," I said, making Bha'jui look back at me.

"I am a better hunter."

"You are my good ole' big hunter, love," I said wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders, leaning my full weight on his crouching form knowing he can support me, to kiss one of his upper mandibles. Resulting in him purring too, vibrating both me and Jaxon and making me laugh. Remembering me and fellow humans comparing our mates to cats. I'll be sure to tell them of my new evidence.