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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Nine

HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT I'M ALIVE AND I AM SO SORRY! It's been way too long and I'm genuinely sorry this chapter took several fucking months to make but IT'S FINALLY DONE! It ended up way longer than I intended man, I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE SHORT. It's my longest chapter yet fun fact. I don't even regret it really, it benefited so much from the extra effort. Hopefully the next few chapters won't take this long but I will refrain from jinxing myself again so🧍‍♀️Anyway enough blabbering, hope y'all enjoy this one ;w;

CREDIT To the MFIP Team: Thank you to @yosajaeofficial, @urlocalmj, misfortun3_ismyname (on TikTok), @chaoticspeedrun, @ramblehour and @goldanrabbit for being my lovely editors! MAN did they give this chapter a lot of polish-

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Disclaimer: Chapter involves verbal abuse/manipulation, harassment, gaslighting, depressive thoughts, violence, blood, mentions of a wounded limb, brief mentions of nausea, displayed anxiety, and curse words. If you're sensitive to that, scroll past and stay safe!

I rushed around my room throwing shit on as fast as I could. Not fast enough apparently, since my phone’s vibrating like it’s gonna explode.

It’s late as hell right now, but Zane insisted on meeting up. Pretty randomly at, like, 11pm on a school night. I was initially planning to reject the idea or ghost with the excuse of sleeping, but it’s been a good while since I actually did hang out with him. I know insomnia’s gonna keep me up for a bit anyway, so why the hell not? We might even have fun! Just wish he’d stop flooding my notifs like I didn't already say I was actively getting ready.

I looked in the mirror, checking to see if I was presentable enough for the outside realm. My reflection’s the same as always; for better or worse. Still the same pink dress, same green skirt, same boots. Can’t forget the gold earrings; the only emergency asset I held onto. I don’t know what I expected. I don’t have much to work with. Guess the gloves from Donnie are new, at least. But I’m still getting… bored? A change in appearance—even a small one—might be able to fill that hole for a while. Keep me distracted.

Maybe I could do something with my hair tonight? I still have Mi’s ribbon lying here somewhere.

I ignored Zane’s digital pestering and spent a few extra minutes shuffling through drawers and boxes, eventually finding her long, white ribbon—handmade from moth silk. She wore it all the time. I barely remember her hair being fully down unless she was sleeping or about to shower. Except for that one night, of course. The night she left and was never found again. She almost did take the ribbon with her. Had her hair done up in a bun and everything, even a little fancier than usual. But she took it off once she saw me behind her, barely reflected in the mirror. She crouched down, placed it in my tiny palms, and gave me her wonderfully warm smile. It’s the last thing she left me with. The last gift she could ever give me.

After that, the ribbon’s survived years of storage and then more years of… unconventional bullshit use. I know moth silk ain’t the weakest thing on Earth but I’ve deadass used this ribbon as a make-shift pulley system to sneak stuff into my room through the window before, some of which weighed more than me! Its got the endurance of a Nokia at this point.

I’ve barely used the ribbon for its intended purpose, though. I mean, how could I? I’m not my mom no matter how similar we look. Maybe this is a me-thing, but I always felt wearing the ribbon would be like replacing her with myself.

Although, I’m sure Mi would’ve loved it if I wore it.

Using the ribbon, I tied my hair into a ponytail and styled it as a loose bow, just to see how it would look. The white tails gently draped over my back down to my hips. I never quite realized how long the ribbon was before now. I don’t look as fancy or pretty as mom did, but it’s the best I’ve got. It… it doesn’t look bad, though, I think. It actually looks kinda nice! Maybe I’ll use it a bit more often.

My phone’s repeated buzzing snapped me out from my trance. “Alright, alright, shut up already.” I groaned. Zane’s growing impatient.

You: hey sorry I jsut finished getting ready

You: heading out the door now! :3

Fuck doors. Sneaking out became a whole lot easier ever since I did it from my window, but he doesn’t have to know that. I can already imagine him scolding me about the dangers of dropping down from high places, even with the fire escape there. He wouldn’t be wrong, per se, but at this point I’ve handled worse. Would probably send him into cardiac arrest if he knew what I’d actually been up to these few months.

I sprinted to the spot we agreed to meet up at. Zane was already there, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets like always.

“Salena! Hey!” He lit up like a star when he saw me, beckoning me over.

God, for a sour person, he has such a sweet smile. He’s usually so good at being intimidating and frightening. Yet the second he brings out his smile, all that built-up fear washes away like it was never there to begin with.

“I almost thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Well, I figured I could use some fresh air.” I tilted my head to the side, eyeing his fit. “You left your sweater at home?”

“Hm?” He followed my gaze to his pitch black tank top in place of the usual outfit. “Oh, right! Yeah, the weather’s too hot for a sweater tonight. Forgot I changed it, really.”

Now that I’m looking closer, his choker’s missing too. It probably didn’t match with the top. Seems like it got swapped with a black watch on his left wrist that complimented the look way more. Doesn’t matter what he pretends to be though, I know Zane pays very close attention to his appearance. He’s gotta maintain the rep of our grade’s “Pretty Boy” after all. When it comes to him, every little detail matters.

Wait a sec…

“What happened to your arm?”

I couldn’t see ‘till he turned towards me but his left arm had a deep bluish-purple bruise spread across it. It looked like it was from something long like a pipe or a bat. Either way, it was gnarly enough to worry me.

“Oh that. It’s nothing too bad.” He shrugged.

“You kiddin’ me? It looks awful! What happened?” I carefully grabbed his arm and took a closer look at the mark. I wish Leo was here, but thankfully I’ve picked up a little medic knowledge from him so I can at least tell if a bone is broken or not.

“Hey, don’t get your feathers all fluffed! I got a little hurt rough-housing with the guys, that’s all. You know how they are.”

“Rough-housing? Or a secret murder attempt?” I was only being half sarcastic. It wouldn’t be out of character for them.

“Don’t worry! It’s really sweet of you to care, but they’d never dare hurt me on purpose! Now, on another note…“ He paused for a moment, taking a proper look at me. For a little bit, I couldn’t tell why he smirked. “Looks like someone wanted to look cute tonight, ey? You wore your hair up.”

“Huh?” I touched my hair, forgetting I changed it earlier. “Oh, um, yeah! I-I did! I thought I’d give it a try. Does it… um, you know, look too bad or weird or?…”

“No! No, it… it looks really pretty.” Oh god, that’s a relief to hear! I was so paranoid it wouldn’t suit— “I gotta ask, though.”

I caught him inching closer. I tried creating space, but quickly realized I was up against the wall again. Should’ve been more careful about that. His hand reached out, bringing back all sorts of cringe-inducing memories. He didn’t technically pin me like last time, but he tucked my bangs back behind my ear. Feeling his fingers come into contact with my skin almost feels just as nauseating, though.

“How’d you know I had a thing for girls in ponytails?”

And fuck, he made it weird again.

“Z-Zane?”

“Yeah?…” WHY ISN’T HE GETTING THE HINT!? “You know, you always look so soft when you dress up. You just bloom.”

“…So! What are we doing tonight?”

His smile slightly dropped, likely upset I ruined whatever moment he was trying to have. Honestly, didn’t matter to me, as shitty as that sounds. I just wanted to change the topic so he’d step back a bit. We go through this every time; this stupid ass, awkward aura. I wish it would stop happening.

On the bright side, he did step back and redirect his focus to answering my question. On the not so bright side, his answer was a pathetic shrug.

“I don’t know.”

“Y-you… What do you mean you don’t know? I snuck out here in the middle of the night, you told me it’d be something special! You’ve gotta have something planned.”

“Honest, I don’t! I thought it was beautiful outside and it reminded me of you. Wanted to see where such a lovely night could take us. I think that’s special enough, don’t you?”

“W-Well, I mean—“

He chuckled “What’s wrong? You’re not backing out now, are you?”

I may have praised his smile earlier, but right now it’s making my eye twitch. I’m a little peeved knowing he brought me out here for shits and giggles when I could’ve at least been resting in bed, replenishing some of my energy. I know I don’t have the best sleeping habits, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get tired from the constant action going on! I don’t even know how long he’s gonna keep me hostage for! But… he’s also right that it’d be kinda shitty to bail now. Besides, I’m already out here so…

I guess all that’s left to do is suck it up and try to make the best of it.

“Well, do you wanna… go for a walk or something?”

“Sounds perfect to me! Come on, hold my hand, Dove.”

For someone who supposedly didn’t have a plan, he sure took an awful lot of charge during that walk. He suggested we go to Central Park and practically dragged me there despite my common sense screaming to never go to that hellspawn at night. Although, I can’t complain too much. The park’s definitely the best place to see the stars, and tonight had clear skies! He made sure to keep a tight grip on me in case we ran into any classic New York weirdos anyway, so I should probably be less tense. I guess I got used to the guaranteed safety of having literal ninjas around me, I forgot what it was like hanging out with a regular person.

On top of that, Zane seemed really happy! Happier than I’ve seen him in a while, actually. He was giddily pointing out any interesting greenery we saw and rambling random facts he knew about them.

Even later, when we went and dined inside a relatively fancy restaurant, all he could focus on was the different plants they chose as decor. He’s such a huge nature geek, but he’d never let anyone know. Zane’s the type of guy to get 100% on a biology test and shamefully shove it in his backpack to avoid being labeled as a nerd. Being a nerd myself, I think it’s pretty cool, so I never understood it. But either way, I’m glad he feels safe around me. I’m glad he doesn’t hide around me.

I forgot about this side of him, I really did. The side that is my friend.

We were walking back to my place, taking in the bliss of the quiet night. Even if a part of me prefers the busier, noisy parts of the city, it’s really soothing to experience the calmer sides of it too. Everything about tonight feels nearly perfect. I’m surprised nothing ruined it. I’m debating if I could ruin it…

I really want to talk to him. I wanna bring up those photos, get some answers, put my strange emotions to rest once and for all. I wanna hear it from him that neither of them meant to hurt me. That this was just my mind screwing me over again. I need to know. I really need to know.

You know, friends are supposed to lend a shoulder when you need it.

I don’t want to ruin the night. But friendship takes risks sometimes. That’s what shows its strength, right?

I take a deep breath and go for the leap of faith.

“So, I was wondering—” “Salena, I wanted to ask—”

I really gotta work on my timing for these things.

“S-Sorry! You go first.”

He shook his head with a delicate smile. “Nah, it’s okay. You can go.”

“Are you sure? I-I mean it’s kinda complicated…”

“Yeah, I’m sure! I always love hearing you talk, anyway.”

“O-okay then, well…” My hands balled up into determined fists and I looked him right in the eyes. I have to put an end to this or I’ll never be able to move on. “I’ll be real, it might be a weird question.But you’re my friend and I really trust you a lot. I… I have to know this, so please don’t get mad.”

“Yeah…?” Why did he have to lean in closer…

I came this far, I’m not letting my tongue shut me up again.

“What’s going on with you and Jaiden?”

Immediately his demeanor changed. His posture slouched, the disappointment clear as day on his face. “Jaiden? You’re—you’re really thinking about… about them, now?”

“Yes, b-but I want to stop! That’s why I need to ask you this, so please bear with me, Zane.”

He leaned back with a hand on his hip, the other covering his face as he exhaled. “And here I was getting my hopes up for nothing.”

He would never think that I heard him; Zane’s a good whisperer. Unfortunately, my hearing rivals it.

He looked at me again; his eyes didn’t feel the same. “Okay, fine. What is it?”

I felt my stomach twist into itself. My chest began to ache. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was about to hurl.

It’s okay. Friends get a little upset at each other all the time. Doesn’t mean they’ll break apart. Don’t be a coward, Salena.

I told him about everything. The canceled plans, Jaiden’s distant behavior, the increase in their pics together on his Instagram. I vented about how frustrated I felt with seeing them spend so much time together and then completely ignore me. And then vented some more about how frustrated I felt from that frustration, how I knew it was wrong yet couldn’t help it seeping into my everyday life! I let out a lot of steam tonight, even things I didn’t plan on telling him. The only things I left out, honestly, were anything related to the turtles to hide their identity. And to avoid any irrelevant questions.

He seemed strangely chipper hearing all of this, a curiously amused smirk plastered on his face. Not the reaction I expected, but I guess it’s better than him flipping out like I thought he would.

“So, if I’m getting this right, you see me and Jaiden hanging out more often and it actually bothers you?”

“I don’t want it to but yeah, it bothers me a whole fucking lot. It’s taken over my life and I hate it! I hate being jealous! It’s so—“

“You’re jealous!? You’re jealous! Oh man, I can’t believe I am living in the same timeline where the Salena Moni is experiencing jealousy like every. Average. Lowlife. Person!”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and rub it in, why dontcha? That helps me so much.” I pouted.

He laughed, enjoying my misery. “I know, I’m sorry. Just, damn! Somewhere, pigs are flying aren’t they?” If Meat Sweats could fly, I’d be his murderous Cupid.

“Har har. I get it though. I mean, you know me! I’ve felt envious before, but jealous? How does anyone even deal with this…?” I held myself a little tighter.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Dove. It happens! Everyone gets a little jealous. It’s a normal thing to go through, Salena.”

“Yeah, I sure did want a normal life, so I guess I got what I wished for.” I can’t help feeling salty over all this.

He only laughed and patted my hair, fluffing up the ponytail a little.

“Hey, Zane? For the sake of my psyche, you sure I’m not a bad person for this?”

A tender sigh rang through my ears. “I’m sure. You could never be a bad person, Salena.”

…I never realized a husky voice like his could feel so honeyed.

But he’s right. I’m not a bad person, I’m just human. If both him and Raph said the same thing, it’s more likely to be true.

“And for the record, Jaiden and I are just friends right now. There’s nothing going on between us, so you don’t have to worry.”

“Uh… Cool? I… might be a little lost here. Why are you telling me that?”

“Reassurance, obviously.”

I blinked, not really getting it or knowing how to respond. He thought for a moment, then had a face of realization while he giggled.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re actually that innocent! You’re so cute, I swear!” He booped my nose and leaned in again with a huge smile. He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “You’re jealous because you have a crush.”

A crush?

“But why would I have a crush on Jaiden?”

“I’m just saying—Wait, rewind. A crush on Jaiden?” He physically paused for a bit before awkwardly laughing. “No, sweetie, you don’t get jealous of your crush, you get jealous of the people they’re with!”

“That’s why I’m asking. Why would I have a crush on Jaiden?”

…Why does the air feel colder all of a sudden?

The night was warm just a minute ago, but now it’s dead like the core of winter. His smile is long gone. His eyes, they’re slicing me in half. Is my breathing a little faster? He’s coming closer. I’m suddenly aware of just how alone we really are here in this silent little street.

“To be clear. Who are you jealous of.”

My throat clogged up. I blinked and lowered my eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears being fought back. I forgot this side of him, too. The side that made my heart close in on itself.

“Salena, don’t make me ask twice.”

“Of you.” I managed to let out. “J-jealous of you.”

He wouldn’t speak for a while. Only felt him staring me down like a predator stalking its prey, making me swallow to keep my throat from drying up. My hands felt so clammy, begging me to wipe them on my skirt. But I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t even look at him right now.

“Of fucking course you are.”

I knew it was coming, but I still flinched when he cursed with no shame, tugging his hair and punching the wall next to me. It’s stupid, isn’t it? I can handle giant mutants and a literal cult of evil, but Zane’s temper was not something to be messed with, and my unlucky ass did exactly that.

“Why did I ever expect anything different! Of course it’s me you’re jealous of! Why the fuck would you phrase it like that if you meant something else, god dammit!”

You’re gonna bleed if you keep doing that…

“Z-Zane, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t think it’d come off as me being jealous of Jaiden—“

“OBVIOUSLY, IT FUCKING WOULD!!!” He grabbed my shoulders, bringing me closer to him. I don’t know if it’d be an exaggeration to say I nearly got a panic attack from the action alone.

“When you say things like how you’re jealous of how much time Jaiden and I spend together, of course I think you’re jealous of them, not me! Why would I ever assume it was me! That never happens with anyone else! God, you’re such a fucking moron sometimes, I swear!”

“I'm sorry… P-please stop…”

“After everything we’ve fucking been through, everything I did for you! All you can ever do is somehow relate me back to Jaiden! There’s always someone else! I mean nothing to you, Salena! Don’t I!? I! Mean! Nothing!”

“I-I didn’t mean to, I promise—”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER, IDIOT!”

He let go and pushed me back. Sometimes I overlook how much bigger Zane is compared to me. This is not one of those times.

“You know what? You know what’s funny, Salena? That night you’re so fucking fixated on, the one that’s consumed your ability to even think like a normal person? Yeah, I’ve got some news about that night.”

I just want to disappear…

“I asked Jaiden to go with me to that shitty party on purpose!”

…

What?

“I asked them on purpose, I posted those pictures on purpose! I did everything ‘cause I knew you’d see it! I thought maybe then, for once, you’d finally, finally feel a single ounce of longing for me! That was all I wanted!”

What.

“…You better be lying, Zane.”

“I’m not. And you deserve this.”

I glared at him the entire time while he was too focused on his own bullshit words to even notice. My arms burned with the sensation of my nails digging deeper and deeper. I hope they'll draw blood.

“You don’t understand, Salena! You keep saying all these… all these stupid fucking things that no one else says to me! Do you know what it does to me? If I had my way, I’d hold you forever and never let you go. No one’s shown me kindness like you.” I was so numb I couldn’t even react to him caressing my cheek. Only kept glaring.

“But then you barely ever give me the time of day! You’re barely ever with me! Fuck, honestly, you’re never with me anymore! I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s not like you to say one thing and do another! You’re not that type of two-faced asshole! So why are you fucking acting like one!? Ever since that day you went to ‘hang out’ with that stupid drugged-out bitch you called a friend, you’ve never been the fucking same! With the way you act, I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if you got addicted and stay on the high 24/7!”

He’s… Is he talking about Mikey? That’s what this is about? Is he fucking serious right now.

“Who are you!? Where is my Salena?”

“Did you know Jaiden and I had plans that day?”

“No, I didn’t. I’m not stupid, I wasn’t gonna go that far. I wanted you to get a taste of what it felt to not be chosen, that’s it! Obviously, it was dumb to think it would work!” The dumb bitch sighed, exasperated. As if he had any right to be. “Seems you don’t have room for me in that big heart of yours after all, huh? Maybe I’m a dick for saying this, but it’s honestly karma that I happened to choose the one day you two were gonna hang out. That’s gotta be a sign, Salena.”

You never get the fucking hint, do you Zane Evans?

“I need to go.”

I couldn’t even get two steps in before he gripped my wrist to stop me.

“Wait, what do you mean go? Go where?”

“I meant exactly what I said! I’ve had enough. Now let go of me.”

I yanked my arm back and stormed off, Zane following close behind. At least, judging from the sound he was. I didn’t bother looking back.

“Hey! Your place is in the opposite direction!”

“Stop following me, I can go wherever I want!”

“Salena, seriously!? It’s already late, you’re gonna get lost! Come on, are you really that pissed off—”

“YES!!!”

I turned my heel and faced him.

“How are you even unsure of that!? You got upset I hung out with someone else for one day—a person I made plans with in advance, might I add—and you decided to take revenge on me!? Do you have any clue how fucked up that is!?”

“I got a little mad! So what? You’ve known me for two years! Stop overreacting about a harmless dig!”

“Harmless!? You have no idea what I’ve gone through this past month because of your little ‘harmless’ stunt! I’ve suffered so much because of you! I can’t even sleep because of you! God, sometimes you’re so—Ugh!”

I began counting down from ten to one, just like Raph taught. I shouldn’t say something I’ll regret later. Honestly, I shouldn’t have said anything at all.

He looked like a sad puppy. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting this. But somehow, my sympathy won’t halt my anger tonight.

“Salena, I… Look, I didn’t know you’d be so sensitive over this—“

“Zane, I really need to leave. I’m sorry I exploded like that, but it’s gonna happen again if I stay here any longer. So please, just stop following me. Hurting you would add more shit to my plate and I really don’t need that right now, okay?”

“N-no! Stay! I can make it up to you!”

“Another day, any day, but not now! Not now.”

I walked away and this time he didn’t follow.

“…Fine.”

I heard his footsteps stomp in the other direction, slowly fading away.

My own legs went faster till the wind consumed me.

The anger returned almost instantly after I knew he left. I’m happy I kept my cool during the end back there but holy fucking shit! What was he thinking!? I wanted answers tonight but I didn’t expect this! I thought I was overthinking again! I thought my brain made up the possibility that they ditched me intentionally! But no, turns out it wasn’t just Jaiden but Zane, too! What the fuck did I do to them? What did he mean I “deserved it”!?

I don’t get it, what is he expecting me to do? I know he… feels a certain way about me. But even then! I can’t just shit romantic feelings for him out my ass!

Ugh, so fucking stupid. I’m gonna lose my head if I keep thinking about this.

I wandered around the city some more and got back to the main road where a good handful of cars were passing again. It’s past 1am now and I’ve gotta get ready for school in less than five hours. But I know damn well I won’t sleep, not after this. I don’t wanna go home. Take me anywhere but home. I don’t feel like facing any of this right now, I…

I want somewhere I can feel safe for a while, just so the day won’t end on such a horrible note.

I pulled out my phone and opened the contacts. I wish I was one of those folks who didn’t have to think of someone before they dialed but alas, here I am.

I can’t talk to Jaiden.

I obviously can’t talk to Zane.

I don’t know if I can tell Casey any of this yet.

I’d love to talk to April but she’s probably asleep by now. But… but the guys might not be! They’re usually up at these sort of freakish hours of the night. I could try giving the group chat a call and hope for the best. I feel bad for bothering them so often but who else do I have right now?

It took three rings before the line went through.

“You are conversing with Donatell—Why is your screen so dark?”

Oh fucking lovely.

“H-hey, Donnie. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a video call.”

As my luck would have it, Donnie was the one to pick up. No offense to him; he never did anything wrong. I’m just not entirely sure how he feels about me yet. So, having him answer when I’m already high on nerves isn’t what I pictured hoping for the best would result in. But he’s much, much better than being alone right now.

“Uh, what… Whatcha up to?”

“Oh, simply being my usual genius self to aid with our nightly hero duties! Sure, no regular teenager could detect a break-in on sensitive confidential info before the actual government could, but I, Othello Von Ryan, have proven to be no regular teen!”

“Yep, definitely the usual for you.”

Donnie’s def no less than Leo when it comes to being allergic to humility. Though, they both earned their egos. Donnie’s not wrong; not just any person could be nearly as smart as him.

“So, did you need anything fixed? You’re calling at a rather unusual hour for a school night.”

“Oh, no, not really. I mean, I was kinda out with a friend, but things… ended abruptly. I don’t really feel like sleeping right now. I wanted some company?”

He opened his mouth to respond but got interrupted by a familiar accent asking who was on the phone. The instant my name left his voice, three others repeated it with joy. My screen suddenly overflowed with four green goofballs all trying to fit in the camera’s scope at once.

“SALENA! How are you? How come you’re not asleep? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Mikey, it’s Salena, it’s way too early for them to sleep.”

“Wow, Leo, anyone ever tell you how funny you are?” My words didn’t match my tone. I wonder why.

“Leo, let ‘er breathe!” The camera shook as a red bandana came into frame. “Hey, but for real. Why you up so late, Salena? Somethin’ up?”

“Nah, just couldn’t sleep! I thought I’d call you guys for a bit, but from the sounds of it, y’all seem kinda busy.”

The camera moved again as the device got transferred to the next turtle. “Give me my—Ugh, there we go. And yes, you’re correct. We are actually busy with a mission tonight.”

I tried keeping my smile intact as I understandingly nodded my head. Is he mad at me for assuming they were free the exact moment I needed them to be? I mean, I’d be mad at me, so it’d make sense.

“Hey, but you know what?” Leo leaned next to Donnie, trying to see the screen. “You should totally join us! Tag along, have some fun, we’d all love that!”

You would?

“What? Nardo, what are you—“

“OMIGOSH, YEAH!” Mikey jumped in, knocking Donnie out of frame entirely. “If you’re not gonna sleep, we should totally hang out! I really miss you, Salena!”

“Uh, am I really the only one thinking it would be a bad idea to let the person who barely leaves their house join us on a mission to a highly-secured and regulated government facility?”

“Chillax, Don, she’ll be fine! You’ll be fine, right Salena?”

“I mean, uh—”

“See? What’d I tell ya, totally fine!”

“Raph agrees! Salena can handle herself.”

“Oh sure, I’m absolutely positive nothing could go wrong! He said without a trace of doubt.”

…I can’t tell if he’s trying to protect me or just doesn’t want me there. Neither option feels good right now, to be honest.

“C’mon, Dee, we’ve all seen her fight before! Including you, remember? When they helped us stop Meat Sweats?”

Mikey’s got a point. That was before I had any real battle experience, too! I don’t know why Donnie seems so hesitant about this. Or why it’s making me so pissy, actually.

Another car passed by and I lowered the volume a bit, remembering the time. Now that I’m actually near some apartments, I don’t wanna accidentally wake someone up. I really gotta save up for some new earbuds; my last ones broke like, a month ago and I can only make do for so long.

“Three to one, hermano. You’re outnumbered.”

“But—Sigh, forget it! Salena, I—“

“‘NOUGH SMALL TALK!” At this point, they’re just playing hot potato with Donnie’s phone. “Salena, hurry up! We’re boutta start the mission so don’t want ya missin’ out!”

“Ha! Almost made a pun!”

“Shut up, Leo. Anyways, we’re at uh… Uh… Hey, Donnie, where we at?”

I could hear him struggling for his phone in the distance. “You could just send our coordinates!”

“I could send her our coordinates! …How does Raph do that, again?”

The audio muffled as the phone shuffled back to its rightful owner. “God, I’m so gonna install security on this thing. Anyway, I’m sending our location to you right now. And as I was GOING TO SAY BEFORE! Salena, I look forward to seeing you again.”

He flashed a smile and part of my worries vanished. I’m still not sure how to read him but if he’s being nice, it can’t be all bad, right?

“OH, AND IF YA CAN, COULD YOU BRING ME A SNACK—“ Donnie hung up before the teddy bear could finish.

Luckily for him, his face beamed when I finally arrived around twenty minutes later and did, in fact, bring him a snack.

“Hey guys! Hope I didn’t take—“

I couldn’t even finish speaking before finding myself laughing on the floor with four giant turtles hounding me in hugs.

“It has been way too long since we’ve hugged!” Poor Mikey, I haven’t been able to see him in a hot minute. “Nice ponytail, by the way. Really makes your eyes pop.”

“Aww, thanks! I missed you guys too. Ugh, I really wish scheduling was easier! I’d hang out more often.”

“Dude, why waste time on schedules when you could just come over?”

“‘Xactly! Ain’t like you’re not welcome!”

“Oh. I-I mean, sure! If you guys really don’t have a problem with it…” I wonder if this is what it’s like to feel wanted.

“I just wanted you to get a taste of what it felt to not be chosen!”

…T-then again, they’re probably just being polite.

Click!

“And fits perfectly, just as the estimations foretold!” The fuck?

I looked down and saw a shiny black belt matching the arm wraps now resting above my hips. It’s actually fairly loose around my waist but I’m guessing that was the intention. There’s a giant pink button on the left with the same M-shaped logo as all of theirs. It looked super cool, honestly! Even seemed to match with my outfit!

“Woaaah, what is this thing?”

“Donnie. Really?” Leo didn’t sound impressed and neither did the others but, like, who cares! The belt’s dope as hell!

He ignored them and continued addressing me. “It basically functions both as your very own panic button and is a carrier for your sickles thanks to a highly specific magnetic attraction! Plus, it obviously helps tie in your outfit better ‘cause Great Galileo did you need some accessories.”

“Damn, I didn’t know my sickles were magnetic!”

“Oh, they weren’t before, I installed magnets in them last night.” With that, he pulled my fucking weapons seemingly out of his ass. Judging by everyone else’s groans though, I’m the only one who’s surprised and confused.

“Donald! What did we say about breaking into strangers’ homes!”

“Hey, I didn’t break in!… to a stranger’s home! I broke into Salena’s, Salena is not a stranger—OW, HEY!” Raph slapped the back of his head. One quick yet dramatic recovery later, we all began our route of sneaking into the building.

Security wasn’t monitoring the higher floors, so we only had to ninja our way up ‘till there and the rest was easy peasy. I tried focusing on the quick briefing I was receiving on the way up but my mind was admittedly elsewhere. Back to the weird situation I thought I dreamt up last night.

I don’t remember much. I was too tired to really register anything, and Donnie being a ninja probably enhanced that. But I do remember still hearing faint footsteps in my room; drawers being opened, the closet getting browsed. I was so out of it I figured I probably hallucinated everything. Either way, I was way too paralyzed to do anything; I couldn’t even put my phone back earlier. Kept passing in and out of consciousness. But it seemed like someone put it back for me. They helped my sloppy body into a position that wouldn’t leave me aching the next morning and pulled the covers up to tuck me in. What really sealed the whole dream theory to me was the metallic-textured “hand” that patted my head before they left and let the world return to tranquility.

I seriously did figure it was all a weird fever dream or some shit. Personally, I still feel like that’s more believable than it being Donnie all along. But staring down at my sickles, I guess I can’t really argue against the proof right in front of me.

“Gentlemen, here we are! The Techno Cosmic Research Institute! Otherwise known as”—the door opened as I returned back to present time—“The TCRI.”

The moon illuminated the flat, revealing that we were in a main lobby of some sorts. Huge and spacious, decorated with different plants I’m sure Zane would’ve gone crazy over.

…I shouldn’t think about him right now.

It was a huge and spacious lobby full of plants. The windows that were tinted from the outside now presented a full view of the city skyline. Doors were carved into the walls, transitioning to the other rooms. Some, like the several meeting rooms, were made with glass so I could vaguely make out the interior from here. Others were blocked by heavy, solid, metal doors, holding whatever secrets the government had behind them.

I felt strange setting foot in this place, like I wasn’t supposed to be here. Well, I guess we are breaking and entering, but it’s not that. It’s something else, something I can’t quite explain. Unrelated to the guys but personal to me. I feel I’m not wanted for a reason I’m not yet aware of. It’s freaking me out a little.

“So, what do the Purple Dragons want with this place again?”

“Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. I only caught a break-in to the system in general and tracked it back to Kendra, I don’t have info on what they’re trying to gain access to. Whatever it is, though, it has an impressively tight security system that’s nearly impossible to break! At least, not through their simple B-tier remote hacking.”

“If the Purple Dragons want it, then it’s gotta be something major.” I’ve known about them for a while thanks to April.

It kinda shocked me at first, not because a group of teens created a tech-smart gang but because April O’Neil was a loser to someone. Call me a little biased—and you’d be right—but I still think Kendra’s got rocks for brains if she ignores someone like April.

But that’s a mental essay for another day. Right now, Leo’s smirking. And if Leo’s smirking, things will either go amazingly well or horrifically wrong.

“So… If we’re already here, why don’t we just figure out what they want ourselves?”

Mikey propped his chin up on Leo’s shoulder. “You mean like, go and explore? Sounds rad to me!”

“Yeah! Sneak around, let Donnie do his nerdy smart people stuff and see what’s so great about this place, yeah?”

“Invade the privacy of our nation’s government and scavenge for confidential data!? Nardo, I love you!”

“Raph? Your call, buddy.”

He was shockingly quick to shrug. “Sure! Raph don’t see a problem with it. Sounds hella fun to me!”

“Uh, guys?” I raised my hand. “Isn’t this, like, highly illegal?”

“And?” They all said in unison. To be fair, legal doesn’t sound like them anyway.

“What are they gonna do? Arrest us?” His hand circled in front of his blue bandana.

“And don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble for anything that happens! Donnie can get rid of the evidence and no one will know you were here, right Dee?” Mikey shot a wink at Donnie.

“Affirmative!”

Dang, Mikey’s made a lot of good points tonight.

“Eh, you’re right. To hell with laws!” Passing up an opportunity to explore a space institution would be laughably unlike me, anyway!

We decided to split up and meet back at the main lobby in fifteen, assuming the Purple Dragons hadn't arrived by then. It’s kind of scary wandering on my own in this place. It still feels off to me, but at the same time, I’ve always wanted so desperately to walk through a facility like this. Fascinating space research, meeting after meeting to discuss whatever new breakthrough was made, access to a shit ton of databases and technologies I’ll never have the chance to use at home!? Everything about this place is perfect! It’s all I dreamed it to be.

So why won’t that damn feeling go away?

Whatever, it’s probably just tonight in general. I really, really, need to get over it and move on already or else I’m guaranteed to fuck up the whole mission.

I sighed and glanced down at my arm wraps, raising them to get a better look. Despite my flip-floppy mood, I couldn’t help but smile. It’s dorky but they do comfort me every now and then. They felt nice to wear and even looking at them made me all fuzzy and nostalgic. They feel like an older me even though I got them recently.

“I take it you liked them, then.”

His voice startled me, I thought everyone went their own ways but I guess Donnie was nearby.

“Yeah, I do! The belt, too, they’re really cool gifts! Thank you.” He lit up when he heard those magic words. Man, I can’t believe I forgot to thank him sooner. Poor guy was probably aching for some feedback.

“I-I actually always wondered how you made them. They feel really sturdy but like, it’s not heavy to wear, either, if that makes sense.”

“Oh yeah, totally!” He typed on the screen on his arm, booting up the scanning feature to make sure we didn’t miss anything. “It’s an intentional design choice. They are supposed to act as armor, so.”

“Woah, cool! Do they count as tactical gear? As in military grade and all that jazz?”

“What? No, that’s not even good quality, that’s just a buzzword. Military grade simply means they met the minimum stated requirements at the lowest unit price.”

“…”

“…Low budget, few money, lead to mid product, good enough for gullible minds and general public consumption.”

Ohhhh. “So they lied.”

“As per usual. It’s shit engineering in actuality.”

I pushed open one of the meeting rooms’ glass doors as Donnie’s shell held up a bright torch. We began scouting the area for anything interesting while continuing our talk. All this investigative work’s reminding me of April and the way she’d gush about doing the same. Completely understanding the appeal now; it feels so thrilling snooping around somewhere you’re not supposed to be! Especially when the law’s involved.

The room wasn’t anything unordinary. It looked like any other corporate meeting room. The long table leading to the small TV on the wall, decorative paintings and plants, the usual. Man, we probably should’ve gone into a more interesting—“OW!”

“…Watch your step.” He said after I already fell to my knees.

“Thanks for the very useful warning. What even was that?”

He shined the light closer to a… metal? No, definitely not entirely metal. A robot arm sloppily plopped on the floor. We couldn’t see what the arm was attached to, if it was attached to anything at all. It’s too long to trace back with the torch light from where we are. One thing’s for sure, though: It’s giant. The claw I tripped over is practically the same size as my head.

“Hmm…” He crouched closer to the arm, slowly inspecting it. “Weird. It looks like it’s made of some cheap plastic. Perhaps a prototype of some sorts.”

“I don’t think they’d make it this big if it was a prototype.” Maybe we could do a test to see what type of plastic it is. “You got any fire?”

“While I see your angle and would love to carry through that experiment, it’s probably not wise to burn something we don’t know the purpose of. Or, you know, alert the security of our presence from the alarms.”

“Yeah, fair…” Man, would’ve been hella fun, though.

We both stayed on the floor, a little stumped on what the hell this thing was. My eyes got bored after a while and wandered around the room again. The only interesting thing in here was this weird ass plastic arm, it’s pretty much useless looking around the room but it did keep me entertained. There were five plants in this room which explains the fresh smell, all of them were basic enough for me to recognize. Two zebra plants, a ponytail palm, and…

I ignored the plant on the table when I spotted something thin underneath it, hidden by the shadows. I think it’s a slip of paper?

Donnie’s sigh brought my attention back. “You know what, I’m gonna go to their computer lab to see if one of their databases has anything about this thing.”

“Aight, I’ll stay back and keep exploring. Good luck!”

Right as he left, I sped over to the mysterious paper, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The table was tall enough for me to comfortably sit under, leaning over the paper on the floor to read it. It’s, coincidentally enough, about that puzzling arm. The incomplete text made it clear it was probably part of a stack of paper or a file and fell out. Sadly, it didn’t reveal much but what I could get out of it was that it’s an automated arm controlled by an AI system, mostly covered with polypropylene plastic. Heh, PP plastic. Oh, it was created for the purpose of security. Well that’s just fantastic. I should go warn the boys about it.

I quickly snapped a pic of the loose sheet, almost getting out from under the table.

…But I’m glad as hell I didn’t.

I heard it. A soft, mechanical hum as something slithered off the ground. I grabbed my sickles from their belt, trying to minimize my shaking. It took a few blinks and tries but I managed to turn invisible, watching the machine move through the darkness. How was it suddenly on?

Its movements were smooth and natural. Too natural for something meant to be robotic. It’s so eerily graceful, slithering through the air. The arm swiveled its claw around like an animal head checking its surroundings. It… It’s looking where I am. It’s looking at me. It shouldn’t be able to see me, I’m not supposed to be visible! But it won’t stop staring.

”FUCK!” I shrieked when it lunged at me, quickly slicing it before it could grab me. Thank god it’s just plastic… Why the fuck is it hollow?

That doesn’t make any sense! Shouldn’t there be wiring or something? Even if not to connect the AI, how the hell can it move like that without anything to mimic muscle!?

I gasped, turning my head to the side. I can hear something else. It’s gooey and mushy and…

It’s looping around the room.

It’s getting louder.

”W-what the hell?”

…I think I can see it now. Something solid but stretchy, resembling thick vines climbing up the plastic arm. I backed up, watching as it crawled over to the newly severed claw. It pulled the claw back to its other half and tightened around them. It glowed? A sickeningly blinding green color. Before I realized what was going on, the claw suddenly reattached as the vines slinked back into the darkness.

It saw me again and the chase resumed.

It’s so damn fast, I can barely outrun it! Dodging is saving my ass but it keeps knocking over any furniture I used against it!

I jumped when I heard Donnie from the comms. Wait, he installed comms on my arm wraps? Damn, I'm so frazzled, I forgot about those.

“What’s making all that racket? Everything okay over there?”

”You can hear that!?”

”Yeah, I’m literally right next door?”

”Well—SHIT!” Too fucking close, too fucking close! It almost fucking grabbed me! Fuck, my knees hurt from that! “SON OF A—Don’t worry, I can handle it! I’ll explain soon!”

I tried getting off the floor as quickly as possible but the claw pulled me back down. The four sharp grippers opened up like a mouth and a fucking chainsaw came out. It went straight for my head, life flashing before my eyes as my sickles blocked it by pure reflex, holding it back. It won’t back off! I can’t keep pushing forever! How the hell do I get out of this!?

“FIBONACCI!”

A spinning titanium blur whacked the arm back, grabbing its attention to the maniacally smiling turtle now dashing through the room. His arm reached out, grabbing his staff from mid-air, and chopped off the robot arm with a giant drill. I curled in on myself right before a bright, violet shield spread over me and kept the arm’s falling metal parts from landing on me.

“You know, that did not seem like ‘handling it’.”

My vision cleared to his hand offering to help me up. I’m suddenly getting deja vu from the other countless times my helpless damsel-wannabe ass needed a rescue. Panicked and guilt-ridden, I waved it off and got up on my own.

“We gotta get outta here right now!”

“What? Why? I already—”

The vines returned and began repeating their process of fixing the arm. Though this time, it seems to be going faster.

“Oh my banana pancakes! What is that!?”

“I don’t know but that’s why we’re leaving! Come on!”

I grabbed his hand and we ran out the room, running into the others in the main lobby.

”Leo! There’s—”

“Crazy killer robot arms, we know. Was just in the middle of talking about that, actually.” He gave a glance of disapproval to the pouting red giant next to Mikey. Who also looks hella annoyed. It would appear we’ve walked in on a teensy squabble.

I heard Donnie sigh beside me “Raph, please tell me you didn’t.” He left my clueless ass standing there to join in on their talk.

Wait—Oh god, not again!

Turning around, I grabbed my sickles. I heard it again. Managed to dodge just in time for its jab to my right. It seems the guys are too busy to notice and I really don’t wanna burden them again. I’ll solo this one!

“When I said we should go explore, I didn’t mean go ‘round pushing things! We’re in a government building, why would you touch anything!?”

I heard another hit coming and blocked it with the blade.

Yeah, I-I can totally take this! I should let them finish their conversation—Holy fuck, there’s more than one, fucking end my suffering already.

”I didn’t mean to! You guys know I got a weak spot, what was I supposed to do? If they didn’t want Raph to push the big, red button, maybe they shouldn’t make it big ‘n red!”

“Buddy, that’s not how that works and you know that.”

There’s three of them now and they’re so unreasonably fast! It’s so hard to keep up! Ugh, it almost feels like I am being punished after all.

My accidental yelp luckily got drowned by Mikey’s groan. “Man, just let it go! We can smell your ‘I know I fucked up but don’t wanna admit it ‘cause I’m the big brother’ stench!”

��THAT’S A DIFFERENT STENCH!”

”AHH!”

I really didn’t mean to blurt that out but the claw dug into my leg and yanked me off the ground! Guilt aside, it’s probably a good thing I caught their attention, especially since I dropped my sickles like a fucking moron!

“SALENA!” His sword slashed through the air but got promptly blocked and thrown back by another metal claw. A scary amount of them are showing up now! The guys are completely surrounded and I’m stuck useless, dangling in the air!

One of the arms came closer and opened its grippers, a scanner popping out this time, its red beam blinding my eyes. My breathing grew shallow, the commotion from below fading away. I’m getting lightheaded from being suspended upside down. I need to get out of this situation. But there’s nothing I can do. Just squint past the light and anxiously wait for its next move.

My ears burned from the claw’s monstrous shriek. It sounds like a fucking animalistic version of nails on a chalkboard! Why did it react to me like this? Why me? Aren’t we all intruders? Why is it just me!?

“You deserve this.”

Was he right?

I didn’t process getting swung in the air until I was let go with enough momentum to cause a crash through the decor. My arms shook as I tried lifting my body up. Everything hurts, everything fucking hurts! My ears, my arms, my legs! My head! I just wanted a little distraction tonight! Why is this happening?

Is this really my karma?

…Wait a sec.

When I managed to lift my head, I came face to face with a crack in the wall where the robot arms were emerging from. The vines I saw earlier turned out to be permanently merged with the arms at the roots and lead to… something behind the wall. The crack was too small to properly make much out but it looked like it was breathing?

Whatever, I don’t have time to be surprised. “Guys! The arms! They’re coming from over here!”

The crack’s small but just big enough for something slim! Like—

The claw dug into my leg once again and began dragging me away. “Leo! Donnie! One of your weapons can fit through!”

“Got it!”

“I’ll cover!”

Flashes of blue scattered around the lobby. Each portal and throw of his sword brought Leo closer and closer to the wall. I couldn’t watch for too long, though, as I found myself back in the air again. It froze my skin getting thrown across the room faster than before. This time, towards the glass windows.

Chains grabbed at my ankle and yanked me back to the ground away from my disastrous fate. I looked up to see the tangerine flashing a confident yet relieved smile at me. “Hey!”

“…Hey!”

Mystic metal clinked as Mikey pulled back some of the robot arms chasing after Leo to buy him more time. Raph and Donnie quickly shifted gears and guarded me to make sure the plastic freaks couldn’t grab me again. Mikey continued to aid Leo, bouncing all over the room, keeping the arms distracted with his flow and somehow, still bringing them back to where he originally stood: Away from Leo.

Finally, a sword was heard stabbing through the air and splashing through a soft, squishy substance. The arms dropped to the floor as the thing in the wall hissed in pain, slowly leading to the dreadfully awaited silence at last.

Mikey reached his hand out for me and pulled me up. “You good?”

“Not dead, yeah.”

“Guess that’s a start.”

I glanced to the side at Donnie staring blankly at me, confused until he walked over and held one of my arms to examine my wrap.

“Hmm, I wonder if there’s some modification I can do to your gloves that prevents your sickles from getting so easily lost.” I guess that’s why he was staring a minute ago.

“Honestly, that’d be great. I keep losing them, so…”

“Yeah, I was thinking—“

“Nerd-talk later! Do a med scan!” Leo shoved him out the way and accidentally knocked Mikey back. Didn’t seem like he noticed since he immediately started checking me for injuries. I don’t even know when he got here?

Donnie sighed but went through with it anyway, tapping on his wrist as he checked my vitals. “No broken bones, no internal bleeding, nothing too concerning to report thankfully. Salena, do you feel alright?”

“Mhm! Just some scratches here and there but I’ll live.”

“Just some scratches, hm? You forgettin’ something?” Leo pointed down to my horrifically bruised and bloody leg. Whoops.

“…I-I’ll still live.”

While Leo took care of bandaging my leg, the rest of us spent the next few minutes catching our breaths. Mikey laid on the floor, limbs starfished out, while Donnie was texting April and catching her up to speed. I can only imagine how devastated she’d be in the morning, finding out she missed all this action. It’d have been nice having her here, honestly.

Raph wasn’t near us, though. He stood by the wall where the once-breathing specimen was at. He kept peeking through the crack, rubbing his arm and looking hesitant about something.

“Raph?” My voice prompted the others to turn their attention to him.

“…Nobody else wonderin’ what the hell this thing could be? I know we’re only here to stop the Purple Dinos—“

“That’s Purple Dragons, Raphala.”

“—Whatever! But really, guys! After all that, we just gonna head home and forget about it?”

He’s not wrong.

Come to think of it, this place is government funded. There should be no reason why some foreign entity exists in a place like the TCRI. They’re supposed to do space research and nothing else. That’s what they’re paid for.

“You know what?” Donnie turned his phone off. “I could work on hacking through their system myself. I don’t know if it’ll prove successful, but I can try.”

I felt Mikey’s head drop on my shoulder. He sure loves doing that. “What do we do about the vine thingies?”

“Well, we can’t just—“ Leo paused, making eye contact with Raph. They shared a smirk and nodded.

“You thinkin’ what thinkin’ big bro?”

He chuckled, punching his fists together. “You bet!”

A bright red aura surrounded his figure as his arm reeled back and locked the sais in his hands.

“POWER PUNCH JUTSU!!!”

My body staggered as the ground shook upon impact, the dust clearing to reveal the tiny gap in the wall is suddenly a giant ass hole now.

“Man, y’all really don’t give a shit about government property, do ya?”

“Nope. But hey! It was def the right choice!” Raph’s snaggletooth gleamed through his mischievous smile.

The five of us stared through the hole, trying to comprehend the oversized specimen in front of us. It was a pulsing, yellow-green thing in the shape of a tall tube, wider on the top than the bottom. There were reddish lines on it zigzagging up and down almost like veins. It was punctured at its middle, caused by the blade of the katana that shot right through it a few moments ago.

“Ya know, it kind of resembles a plant. Which would explain the mystery vines, actually.”

“What plant, then? Ain’t no plant Raph knows of that throbs.”

He shook his head with a light shrug. “Sadly, I am not sure. It looks a little like a pitcher plant but also not really? They shouldn’t be luminescent or have vines emerging out like that. And also the throbbing, of course.”

Pitcher plant, ay? I’ve heard of that. They’re my favorite out of all the carnivorous jungle plants Zane rambled about once. Plants were actually one of the first things we had a genuine bond over, even if I’m pretty clueless about them. The way his eyes lit up when talking about them with so much love and adoration just melted me.

His eyes…

His godforsaken eyes…

“Salena?”

“Huh?” How long have I been spaced out?

“You sure you’re good? You seemed kinda out of it just now.” I forgot how close Mikey was to me, I should be more careful.

“Yeah, it’s nothing.”

“Really? ‘Cause lowkey, you’ve been off all night. I didn’t wanna say anything but…”

“Oh, no, no, I’m—“

“Actually, you did mention something happened between you and your friend earlier, remember? Before you called me.” This violet ass motherfucker did not just erm actually me at the worst time ever.

“That what this about, big man? Had another fight with your friend?” Why is everyone suddenly focused on me!?

“N-Not the same one! This is someone different, I promise! T-that’s not to say I have a problem with everyone! I just… Um…” Great going, Salena! Now they’ll think you’re just insufferable and incapable of friendship! “I-I don’t think we should be—Well, we kinda have worse issues to worry about, don’t we?”

“Kendra and her yes-men ain’t here yet. What I wanna know is why you’re so spacey tonight! Dr. Feelings can’t help if he can’t know!”

“It’s nothing! N-nothing too bad, at least. He just—A-actually, it was really mostly me so um… It’s hard to explain exactly…”

Geez, my palms are annoyingly sweaty. I really don’t wanna give them the wrong idea, it was just one fight! It’s not a representation of our entire relationship! But I know from experience any time I try talking about Zane to someone, they end up hating him and I don’t want that! Fuck, I should’ve been more careful. My stupid tongue-tied gibberish ain’t helping the situation, either!

My shoulders flinched when I saw Leo stand in front of me, hand on his hip as he faced towards his brothers. “Okay, hermanos, give her some space! Stop smothering! I know we’re all worried, I’m worried too, but if Salena doesn’t wanna talk, they shouldn’t be forced to.”

The others finally piped down. None of them looked happy about it—understandably so—but it seemed Leo was able to convince them to drop it, anyway. I really owe him one.

He peeked over his shoulder to glance back at me. “If you do wanna talk about something, though, we’re here for you.”

…It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t see how it’d help anything—

CRASH!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, HAVE WE NOT HAD ENOUGH SURPRISES FOR ONE NIGHT!?

“Good going, Jase. Real quiet of you.”

All of us, equally tense and gripping our weapons to stand guard, took a solid minute to process that the loud crash wasn’t another dumbass robot-plant-arm thing, but instead was Kendra and the other two stumbling through the main door they hacked open. Speak of the dragons and they arrive, I suppose.

She looked over at us and her sharp eyes drooped lower. “Of course.”

I only ever knew Kendra before tonight, none of the other members. Hate her guts since she’s forever engraved as April’s bully in my mind and doesn’t seem to have changed. Her movements and mannerisms still match the coy, conniving person I remember her to be, walking over in such a smug, superior way that screams “greater than thou”. Once, back when they were still in high school, April had a mini breakdown due to college applications kicking her ass. She was struggling and stressing over not getting accepted into a good amount of her options and believed she’d have to rely solely on her safeties at that point. Kendra really rubbed it in. Wouldn’t shut up about it, demeaning her for being a failure.

April knows damn well to never take Kendra seriously. However, it’s not a surprise those words still stung considering how stupidly frightening the whole college process is. Joke’s on Kendra, though. One of April’s main choices that had her wait-listed ended up accepting her in! As for Kendra? All hypocritical bark, no bite it seems.

“Hello, Von Ryan. How’s life?”

“Good, good. How about you, enjoying your—what’d you call it? ‘Intellectual freedom’?”

“Low blow even for you. You guys couldn’t fuck around here with your little toys another night?” She scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze drifted towards me as her brows furrowed more.

“Who’s that—Hold up. You… Yeah, I remember you!” She’s doing that annoying fake-nice tone she uses sometimes, the one that makes me wanna punch her in the face. “You’re that idiot kid April wouldn’t shut up about tutoring last year! What’s a teacher’s pet like you doing here?”

Mikey gasped and covered my ears like a parent to a toddler witnessing sailor-speak. “Hey! Don’t you dare talk about our friend like that!”

I honestly couldn’t care less what Kendra says about me. Personally, I’m more focused on the other two, right now. It’s my first time ever seeing them, I think Donnie said their names were Jason and Jeremy? They’ve been pretty quiet so far, standing at her side and smirking like Saturday-morning cartoon lackeys. One of them had a large, blocky figure, dark skin, and dyed green hair. His gold visor looked pretty cool, I’ll admit. The other—I could guess from his hunched demeanor alone—was definitely their token punching bag. He’s got these awkward gloves that are way too big for his hands. Dark eyes, short, black hair, and round… glasses…

NO FUCKING WAY!

“YOU—HIM! OH MY GOD! NOOOO, NO-NO-NO-NO! NO! NO!” Ain’t no motherfucking way this bitch is who I think he is, this has to be a prank! It has to! For the sake of my sanity! Oh, but it isn't! It’s fucking real!

“...Salena? You doin’ okay?” The others looked concerned at my sudden and dramatic outlash. Fucking of course, Donnie and Mikey wouldn’t know! Jason still had the bag over his head when he was around them! Fuck, why didn’t I just take it off right there!?

“Jason! That asshole was who we saved from Meatsweats a few months ago!”

Raph and Leo looked just as lost as before. Mikey and Donnie, on the other hand, went pale with shock.

“That was you!?” Donnie’s staff pointed directly at the fucker. “Why didn’t you say anything!? I know you recognized my voice!”

“I can’t believe Salena and I interrupted a perfectly nice day to save you of all folks! You ruined our lovely little ice cream date, dawg!”

“I was being kidnapped by a pig monster? Why would I reveal I’m a rival when you were the only help I had?”

“And yet, here you are, the very reason we’re stuck in this creepy facility, preventing you three from illegally accessing information and doing who knows what with it even though you now owe us one, YOU UNGRATEFUL MENACE!”

Before I could fix my brain enough to join in on justifiably shaming the idiot, I noticed Leo and Raph exchanging confused glances at each other.

“...What the hell is going on?”

“Raph don’t know.” They both looked at me for answers because the universe hates me.

I tearfully and shamefully explained the bullshit scenario we are now stuck in due to my impulsivity. “Donnie, Mikey, and I saved a guy from Meatsweats I think back in April? H-he had a bag over his head so they didn’t know what he looked like and I-I was the only one who saw him without it b-but I didn’t know he was part of the fucking Purple Dragons and—Fuck my life! My first ever save and it was a villain!?” The one time I actually did something useful…

God, there’s so much noise everywhere! Everyone’s arguing with each other or trying to get it to stop or whatever else is going on! My head hurts. Why did I even come here? I should’ve just went home. I should’ve stayed with Zane. I keep getting in the way, I keep making mistakes, I keep ruining things!

I have to keep my composure, though. I don’t wanna cry in a situation like this, not when I’ve already done enough harm.

“Wait a sec, where’s Jeremy?”

We all paused, the realization clearing up as we heard a cheer from another room. “Yes! I got in! I got past the system!”

“Holy shit, he’s in the computer lab! Quick, we—”

A bat hit Donnie straight on his stomach and knocked him back, Raph catching him so he wouldn’t fall to the floor.

Kendra clicked her tongue as she laughed. “I gotta hand it to ya, you morons somehow turned off these stupid security systems. Definitely the most annoying part I’d have had to figure out; I guess that’s why I wanted ‘em, anyway. I don’t know how you did it but congrats! You’re not completely useless.” It looked more like she was addressing Donnie over any of us.

“But now?” She and Jason blocked the door. Her bat stood by her side. “Stay out of my fucking way.”

Obviously, that’s not happening, so chaos erupted instead. One would think a Two VS. Five would be pretty easy to handle… until they saw how well Kendra used her bat, that is. She’s faster than I expected, able to zip around before anyone could properly react. Definitely has a strong arm, too. Then, of course, there’s the traitor. Jason pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and took out his own set of weapons. Or should I say, whipped them out. ‘Cause they’re actually fucking whips.

They were almost impossible to get by. Glowing in the dark room, buzzing from the static friction they made against each other.

He targeted them towards Leo who barely managed to dodge just in time. Mikey, not being as lucky, got smacked right in the face.

“OW! Hey! Since when did he even have those!?”

“Oh! Since last week, actually. I made them using—”

Either the bitch has good hearing or I was too loud when my sickle swung at his head. “Are ya dense!? How are you still tryna maintain small-talk after literally betraying us!? You know what I looked like, you wouldn’t have even said anything if I didn’t call you out! You lied to me! I saved you and you lied!”

“AH! The hell, man!? You’re gonna kill me for that!?”

“No!” The sickles weren’t sharp, only a little solid. I know I gotta resist. Unfortunately. “Just knock you out for a bit, you scheming piece of shit!”

I wish I could say I was making up for my several blunders tonight by at least being able to handle the living embodiment of a toothpick. My leg’s not super mangled up but, surprise-surprise, it’s hard to move at my fastest and dodge with it still being injured. He’s a little impressively good with those whips, too. It’s hard keeping track of where they both are at all times, the difficulty only increased by how quick he’s able to use them considering he’s only trained for a week. I’m trying my damn best with what I can.

“Oh my god, give it up with the guilt-tripping! I’m not gonna turn on my sister just ‘cause you saved me once!”

“Hell no! I risked turning into mutant-munchies for you—Hol’ up a sec.” The pure blasphemy that came out of his mouth shocked me so bad, I actually had to pause. “Kendra’s your sister? Ew, what’s that like?”

Yet another mistake on my part. One of the whips wrapped around my sickle to fling it and I—determined to not lose them again—got shot through the air along with it.

At this rate, I’ll be free-bird flying and crashing to the floor every five minutes. I don’t even feel like getting up anymore. Fuck, I don’t usually feel pain so easily.

Hm?

The battle ground’s a little chaotic so it’s hard to follow when in the middle of it. But, now that I’m seeing it from a distance, everyone’s intentions are suddenly ten times clearer. Kendra’s hovering towards a specific direction, dancing around the door to where Jeremy is. Jason’s distracting everyone and keeping them from paying attention to her. I have a feeling that’s very much so on purpose.

She’s starting to go in. I guess it doesn’t matter whether or not I want to, I gotta get up now. I closed my eyes and with whatever strength I had, used my sickles to turn invisible and go after her.

I snuck by Kendra and entered the lab. Jeremy was glued to the computer, staring at a loading screen. On the side of the PC was a USB stuck to the port. Of course, accidentally saving the villain wasn’t enough! They had to use the same shitty USB we went back for, too.

“Jeremy, status report!”

“It’s almost done downloading the files! Just a few more seconds and… We got it!”

“Nice work! Quick! Toss ‘em over!”

Oh boy, if Kendra’s able to gain the instructions for those freaky arms, who knows what she’ll make with it! I can’t let them get access to anything here!

Thus, following my usual rule of acting-without-thinking, I threw a sickle at the USB. I don’t know if it was my panic or my rage that caused it to be so sharp but it cut the USB in half mid-air and smashed straight into one of the PCs. My punishment for resorting to such destructively impulsive solutions was being greeted by the lovely melody of security sirens going off for breaking their important tech.

“No! My USB! There was so much stuff in that! Fuck!” She is so seriously distraught over the wrong thing.

Upon retrieving my sickle, I hadn’t realized I was flickering in and out of visibility till Kendra’s bat nearly made contact with my head. “You little skeeze! Do you have any idea how much of my progress you destroyed!”

“But that’s mine and Jason’s progress—“

“SHUT UP!” She snapped her head back to bark at him and I took my moment of escape, knocking her down out of my way. Still, she kept up by yanking at my leg and pulling me down with her, severely getting on my nerves by now.

So, I kicked her in the face.

She stayed there, groaning in pain, while her sidekick buddy checked on her. Sure, I could’ve kicked a little softer but I think a bloody nose is merciful enough for her.

I returned to the lobby, greeted by chaos more hectic than before. The alarms and sirens were still blaring, red lights flashing on and off the entire facility. Our oh so beloved security arm friends returned in even greater numbers now! If I believed in superstition, I’d believe this night was cursed.

Jason’s looking a little overwhelmed now having to solo both the Teenage Mutant Mad Dogz and the newly emerged robot claws, yet he’s still not giving in and letting the guys go in peace. Speaking of them, they’re scattered all over the place, trying to keep themselves and each other from getting yoinked and flung like I was earlier.

Donnie was the only one who managed to maneuver over to me.

“Salena!?”

“Donnie! What’s going on!? Where’d the stupid arms come from!?”

“Well, I suppose it’d be impractical if they only had one source of their weird mystic high-tech robots, so there’s that.” He spun his tech-bō and whacked away the claw that was following him. “What happened in there? You disappeared and then we heard a loud crash from that room and suddenly everything got dialed up to eleven!”

“Uh, yeah, my fault, I uh—Eek!” Thank god for reflexes, the only thing that let me slice at a robot arm before it sliced me. “Good news is, I destroyed the USB they were using so Kendra can’t access the government’s whatever-the-fuck anymore! Bad news, I also accidentally destroyed one of their computers in the process, set off the security alarms, and now we’re here. Sorry, haha…”

“You what!?”

“It was an accident, I swear! I really didn’t mean—”

“You annoying little twinkle-toes!” Kendra charged at us from behind and her bat swung directly at me. Thankfully, Donnie blocked it from knocking me dead and sent Kendra back a few steps.

“You know what? If you got Kendra this mad, then you’re forgiven for everything on my terms! Let’s go!” He grabbed my wrist and dragged us away from the bat-wielding maniac.

Though, I’m not sure whether a metal bat or metal claws are worse. A bunch of them charged towards me now that I got back within their sight.

“Move!” He shoved me out of the way of the monster claws.

I slid on the ground, actually keeping my balance this time, and swung at another claw coming from my right. Without having a moment to breathe, I ducked and slashed at one right above me. I would’ve missed the one coming from behind me, had Raph not been there and created a mystic shield. There’s so many all around the flat and it seems I’m still their favorite toy.

“Salena, try hidin’ somewhere!” He punched one of the claws straight on, the impact causing a loud clunk. “They keep coming after you!”

“I can’t! They saw me even when I turned invisible, they probably have a different type of vision or something!”

“Infrared vision, genius!” Kendra’s bat got caught by my sickle. She aimed for my torso this time, I’m surprised it wasn’t back at my head. “They were built with thermal sensors! Which I would’ve been able to shut off if somebody didn’t break the computers!”

“God, were you built to get on people’s nerves!?”

I’ve just about had it with her bullshit, reflected in my blades turning sharp enough to slice her bat in half. I elbowed her in the stomach and took the chance to roll over to a new spot. The closest I can get to hiding is continuously moving, staying in one place meant getting hoarded.

Mikey grumbled nearby, his nunchucks spinning in his hands. “Man, they’re too much! We gotta go! Leo?”

“A bit busy!” Busy was right, he’s cutting down a good number of the plastic pains with his katanas. There’s no good opportunity to use them as an escape portal, let alone any safe ones.

Beep! Beep!

Donnie raised his gauntlet up and flashed what I assume to be the building’s security cameras he hacked into. “Oh, no, no, no, guys! They’re sending actual human officers up now! What do we do!?”

Everyone’s panicked, shit’s fucked to the brim, and the constant beeps and shrieks are only making it harder to think! Kendra’s yelling about her bat, Mikey’s chosen to deal with the Purple Disasters while they��re bickering away, Raph’s boxing the claws and shielding Donnie, who’s frantically typing at his wristwatch to hack the security, and Leo’s… Screaming and getting flung. Sweet, we’ve matched now.

I ran over to Leo, guarding him from the arms trying to take advantage of the situation. “So, how’d you like your first flight?”

“I’d prefer it more if I was actually expecting it.” He got up almost as fast as he crashed down, not wasting a single second to getting back in the fight. “Ugh, I gotta get us out of here, but I need an opening!”

“Want me to try clearing something out?”

“You got any plans on how—Shit, get back!” His arm pushed me back behind him to avoid getting hit.

The white tails of my ribbon flew forward, slightly blocking my vision. I looked straight ahead, past the death machines and battle-ground chaos, and saw the glass windows showcasing the brightly-lit city night.

The ribbon…

…Bingo.

“I actually might.” I tugged at the silk tails and felt my hair flow down as it got undone. “Just trust me and get everyone out at the first opportunity you get!”

“Wait, what are you—”

I dashed past him before he could ask any questions, no real time for them now. My multitasking skills were given the ultimate test as I focused on darting across the room, intentionally getting the arms to gather and chase after me, while tying the ribbon to the handles of my sickles and connecting them together.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Mikey had managed to take out Kendra and her sidekicks. Don’t even gotta worry about them now, it’s going better than I thought! There was pounding at the door. Seems Donnie locked the officers out for now, but I doubt it’ll be long till they find a way to break in by force. Gotta move fast. This plan could fail horrifically, but it’s the best shot we’ve got!

With all the security arms focused on me now, the boys had a clear opening to leave. I sprinted to the windows, wound back my sickles, and broke the glass with a single throw.

Now or never!

“HOT SOUP!!!”

And out the window I went.

The air felt amazing, rushing by my skin as I let gravity take over the fall. I turned myself over, now looking up at the sky. The arms were shooting out the windows, unable to reach down any further to get me. A flash of blue from the inside indicated everyone was out safely. That’s my cue to prevent myself from dying now!

I held onto one of my sickles and swung the other one up. My spine tingled as a pink aura washed over my hand and over the sickle that I grabbed, trailing its way up the white silk ribbon…

Transforming it to chains!?

The pure white mystic chain clanked as it stretched out. The sickle I threw up now broke through the glass side of the building and continued shattering through it straight down. A few broken shards chipped at me as I snapped back to reality and remembered the original plan. I closed my eyes and refocused on the sickles. No thoughts, no distractions, no room for any of them. I have to breathe. I have to focus.

The blades morphed them into a stiff rubber. Too soft to break the glass, too strong to break itself in half, effectively yanking me to a stop.

I did it.

I actually fucking did it!

“Holy truffle mac and cheese, that was awesome!”

“I know!” I excitedly greeted Donnie who had flown over using his jet pack. “I can’t believe it went so well! You saw it all?”

“And recorded!” He turned his back towards me and pointed at his shell. “Need a ride?”

“Definitely.”

We cruised across the sky onto the roof of a nearby building where the rest of the guys were. The instant I hopped off Donnie’s shell, Leo jumped me with a hug, followed by several frantic checks to make sure all limbs were intact.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you dizzy? What’s wrong with you? You’re crazy! You’re crazy, you know that!?”

“Now who’s smothering them?” Mikey snickered at Leo, who looked relieved and on the verge of tears at the same time.

“Everyone shut up and look at this video first! You’ll probably forget whatever meaningless chitchat you were having, anyway!” Donnie hissed from glee, using his extra mechanical limbs to huddle us all around his phone that was playing the video of me from a few moments ago.

Looking at the footage now, it seemed the pink aura actually came from my whole body. It spread throughout my arms and circled past my hands, flowing to the white ribbon and replacing them with shimmering, white chains.

Mikey screamed from excitement, holding onto my hands. “MYSTIC CHAINS! Omigosh, we match now! We’re like twins!”

“I know! Isn’t it great!? We can be chain buddies—Eh, nevermind, that doesn’t sound right.”

We sat around for a while so Leo could help with all the cuts and microscopic bits of glass stuck to me. In the meantime, they were all curious how the chains even came to be, which I sadly didn’t have a clear answer for. I went ahead and reassured them my plan would’ve still worked with the ribbon itself, though. Speaking of, I can’t really get my ribbon back now. Sorry, Mi. However, I did figure out how to make the chains vanish and re-materialize, so at least I don’t have to learn a different fighting style!

Donnie was paying attention, I think. Just multitasking with a few holographic monitors up. He sighed and put ‘em away after a while.

“Yeah, no, sorry guys. Maybe my brain’s too fuzzy but I can’t hack into the actual database tonight.”

“No big deal, Don. Ya done enough.” Raph gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Hey, you guys wanna go grab some pizza? Raph could use a break.”

“Yeah, I think we all could.” Hopeful, green eyes faced towards me. “Salena? It’s late but… You wanna join us for a bit?”

It’s around 3am now. If I went home now, I’d only get three hours of sleep and that’s assuming I’ll conk out immediately. It’s not impossible, though, I can feel the energy crash creeping up from all the adrenaline. But, I don’t know. I don’t wanna go yet.

“I’m already out, aren’t I? Might as well!”

Turns out, for once tonight, I made the right choice. It was fun getting to be with them in a more casual manner. Just chilling at a park, enjoying some pizza, and re-energizing myself as I watched them goof around. I checked through my phone while I enjoyed the delicious cheesy glory.

Everything seemed normal.

Except for one tiny issue.

I was putting it off but Zane sent a voice note to me a few hours ago. I don’t have earbuds but everyone’s pretty distracted right now, anyway. I could listen to it. Maybe it’s… Maybe it’s better than I think it is.

I lowered the volume just to have it barely audible and clicked play.

“Hey. Um… I hope you’re home and safe now. I…” He sighed and went silent for a while.

“This wasn’t how I intended tonight to be. It was such a gorgeous night. The weather was perfect. Everything was perfect. It was all going so well. What happened? Why do we always end up like this?”

I wish I knew. Or that he knew. Maybe we could’ve helped each other if just one of us knew what was the problem.

“Everything in my life always goes so wrong. I’m so tired of it, Salena. You’re the only thing I haven’t messed up. I don’t want to mess this up. I just—” I could hear a creek from the door opening as someone came in the room. “Yeah, it’s on the floor, clean it up. I don’t know how, just go clean it!”

Sounds of glass being swept up filled the background atmosphere. Zane sighed again. “Sorry. One of my vases broke tonight. The cherry on top, right? Anyway, uh… I’ll just end it here. I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re dreaming of something nice. And I’m… I’m sorry.”

The voice note ended. It wasn’t that bad, I guess. I feel a little bad about earlier but I’m glad he apologized. I guess things are fine now. I should probably leave a text, it’d be wrong to hold a grudge if the situation’s already resolved.

You: hey i’m safe yea. I just wanna say i’m sorry too for lashing out like that earlier. I hope you’re sleeping well, sweet dreams and see ya tomorrow <3

There we go. Nothing to worry about now. Nothing to stress over.

A hand tapped at my shoulder. I raised my head to meet Mikey smiling down at me. “Mind if I sit? They’re bein’ a little loco even for my taste right now.”

I looked straight and saw Leo and Donnie arguing over whether pineapple belongs on pizza and Raph taking the opportunity to sneakily eat their slices. Pretty tame behavior from them, but Mikey’s tone was too lighthearted to be serious, anyway.

I shifted over on the bench and patted the empty space next to me. He sat down and brought his knees to his chest, his back leaning against my side. He shuffled with his phone for a bit before offering me one of his earbuds. “Wanna listen to Fall Out Boy with me?”

“Sure!”

I could use some music after tonight.

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This chapter was nearly 15K words btw-

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palant1r · 1 year

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Between light and mikami, who would u say is worse

ooo interesting question! "worst" is a metric with such a wide variety of interpretations, so i'm gonna put forward a few definitions...

Least fun to hang out with at a party: Mikami, no doubt. He's the most boring person alive. Light is a charismatic person who's very good at acting personable and feigning interest in others, so I feel like he'd be a pretty fun acquaintance to have, even if he never lets anyone beneath the surface

Least fun to actually be close friends with, at least for me: Light. It would be like being friends with an incredibly sophisticated chatbot — all the right responses, but you can't get a peek at what actually makes him tick without a 400 IQ and 3 separate terminal degrees, plus years of hannibal-level psychoanalysis. But I could be friends with Mikami. I'm actually a bit of a law nerd — the kind of person who got tickets to a conference about public document requests for fun — so while we wouldn't be able to make small talk, I feel like once we got to know each other we could have some autistic ass conversations about court precedent. Also I could use a gym buddy.

Most net negative impact on the world: I mean, Light, obviously

Most pleasure taken in atrocities: Light. Mikami doesn't actually seem to take much personal pleasure in killing beyond his worship of Kira. Light, meanwhile, despite his self-justification of just wanting to make a good world, looooves to vindictively gloat over victims, even those that aren't those he thinks of as "criminals." See: L, Raye Penber, Near

Least coherent moral code: Mikami. His moral code is just like. Some religion he duct taped together out of a bunch of coincidences and terminal cop brain, plus a heavy dose of inexplicable cultural christianity despite not being culturally christian. Which makes it all the more baffling that he's apparently able to hold coherent conversations about politics. Light's own situation may be a middle schooler's first introduction to deontology and consequentalism, but at least it's something

Most aggravating moral code: Light. Man, I fucking hate the way this guy thinks about the world, because it's eerily similar to shit I see IRL. It's the idea of a moral code that exists fully to justify oneself as Good, cruelty justified through hatred of a so-called "evil," assuming that bad people are an ontological class that can be eliminated with no consequences and society will improve as a result. There are people who deadass believe this shit. I've compared Light tongue-in-cheek to Republicans in a fic before, but honestly I see it in leftist spaces all the time — just replace "criminals" with "billionaires." Hating the "bad people" and wanting them gone is such a convenient way for people to deny systemic injustice and their own role in it. And of course, as long as one defines oneself as "good," one gives themself free rein to eliminate opposition with righteous vindication. It's a mindset that's not unique to Light Yagami, he's just unique in the power he wields to enact it. It's the reason that, while as a Light Yagami Enjoyer I would never judge someone for loving Light Yagami, I tend to side-eye the side of the fandom that unironically argues Kira was right. I need to cut myself off before I go on my full anti-Kira rant...

Worst in bed: I'm not entirely confident Mikami knows what sex is.

Worst at being Kira: Light, by default — it was his own damn fault they lost, though he tried to blame Mikami. Hell, if he hadn't insisted on gloating in the warehouse, he might even have talked his way out of that situation. After all, it made sense for him to be the owner — someone in the task force had to be, and I'm pretty sure it's actually a plot hole that Mikami could see Aizawa's name. It wouldn't have convinced the SPK and Aizawa, but it would have given Ide and Mogi hesitation and Matsuda would certainly have been convinced. "But Mikami should have checked the notebook again before coming to the warehouse and it's stupid that he didn't—" HE WAS BEING CONTROLLED OK I 100% THINK MATSUDA IS RIGHT ABOUT THIS because otherwise both near and mikami's characters are assassinated in the final chapter more brutally than JFK and i do have a bit of respect for O&O as writers lmao. Mikami played his part perfectly. If he'd been the one to find the first notebook, I think he would have lasted longer than Light, simply because he wouldn't decide to do all the galaxy brain plays to get close to L.

#death note #ask #light yagami #teru mikami

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mcrcki · 1 year

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hello fellow investigators (i say as if i don't have all the answers and am only holding the magnifying class to look like i'm fitting in) anyways!! welcome to me rambling for no reason on a combo plot / starter call for hwevent15 !!! i will probably update this as the event progresses , or drop individual calls depending on the results but for now, this is just a blanket idea of where all my muses heads are at when the first murder gets reported!! so, please understand my super simple rules before reading on -- like for a plotting dm !! and then SPECIFY characters for the starters or like deadass i will not write it! the starter cap is four per writer !! i just wanna make sure i get to write with everyone!! ** please note that i will most likely be taking this opportunity to drop a bunch of old threads (unless they are plot heavy / newer), so if you request a thread for a pairing of ours, i will likely delete the older one. this really only applies to those that are focused heavily on the violentines day mini event from earlier this year! but as always, thank you for taking the time to read through my ramblings, please enjoy me talking to myself for a while and i really really hope you all love this event as much as we all love it !!!!

daniela dimitrescu || resident evil : village ( 2 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - like always, dani is thriving in these situations. they are kinda loving the energy that is in the streets, i mean people are afraid of everyone, accusing anyone and there's just bodies being left??? she's gonna absolutely be taking advantage of that. i mean, a free meal is a free meal right? ➳ potential plots : unrelated murder lol, injuring people, throwing off the trail, giving people the wrong information, just all around menacing people

alcina dimitrescu

elliot alderson

elain archeron || a court of thorns and roses ( 0 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - will be stress baking her way through this tyvm, she basically still just got here and elain handles transitions very poorly. she's already been so stressed with the fact that her sister has been here for so long, some of the inner circle doesn't remember everything that happened, people don't remember her at all-- safe to say she is hiding in her bakery. she is a lover not a fighter, unless necessary but ya know rn, she doesn't want to be ➳ potential plots : free baked goods for people helping solve the mysteries, someone to help reassure her, people she can help, someone that might be able to help her use her seer abilities to help solve things, open for injuries :)

starters

ellie williams || the last of us ( 1 / 5 )

they/she pronouns - okay cool cool cool , so there aren't any infected around here but there are serial killers????? yeah that makes them feel so much better. though, tbh they'll probably be out thinking they can solve all these mysteries, will probably get involved really quickly even if they will just be providing dumb answers only. will be checking in on friends and family, cause like fuck are they losing anyone. no thank you !!! milliams family you better be keeping your phones on you. ➳ potential plots : general tomfoolery, pretending you're detectives together, helping someone know how to fight, someone to make light of all of this with, open for injuries :)

dina

kaya dura || star wars - the clone wars ( 0 / 5 )

they/she pronouns - kaya cannot catch a break, this is something that is only going to make it worse. i really don't know if this whole situation is going to make them want to fall further into the jedi training, or is worried that somehow its not enough. i mean, there's always some nightmare thing going on in this city, is their training now enough??? she just wants to keep her family safe. will be having a breakdown but will offer up help if asked ➳ potential plots : who wants to tell them the jedi are in fact-- not all powerful, people they can protect, general helpful opinions, just someone to take your mind off things with, open for injuries or unrelated murder :))

starters

leia organa || star wars ( 1 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - ngl leia is staying so fucking close to her detail right now, she has been through enough in the past year, and she is more worried than ever about losing her memories again since she isn't sure if she'll forget being president a second time. she also is staying well away from any fighting, she simply cannot afford to trigger bastilla-- but if her family gets hurt, i can't make any promises. in the meantime, she is going to be doing everything she can to stop this, pulling military help, getting whatever she can to assist, etc. she's not going down in a pr nightmare this time ➳ potential plots : someone to instigate said pr nightmare, people she can assist in keeping safe, political conversations about what resources they can pull to help, people to test her patience, open for injuries :)

vex de rolo

marlene mckinnon || harry potter - marauders era ( 5 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - fresh secret service agent alert!! this time around things are gonna be so different for marlene. she's like so used to dicking around and getting drunk during these kinds of disasters, but now she as a Real Job during this and will be sticking very close to her charge, sorry jacen lol. but honestly, is gonna be very much focused on Not Fucking Up their first disaster as an agent so wish them luck pls and thank you ➳ potential plots : she likes to think she's really good at solving things like this so will def be offering advice, people she can protect?, someone who needs a little extra like encouragement to relax, open for injuries or unrelated murder :))

narcissa malfoy

ginny weasley

jacen solo ( meme sent )

oliver mckinnon

maddie mckinnon

morrigan || a court of thorns and roses ( 0 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - uh yeah @ the human world what the fuck is this??? y'all just chilling, having serial killers running around like it's no big deal?? no thank you!!!! she is just trying to get herself fucking sorted in the city. but she will be there, keeping people safe because if nothing else, mor is that kind of person. if she sees people taking advantage of the fear to make it worse, she's jumping in. mainly focused on keeping her family safe, but, she'll help where she can ➳ potential plots : offering to protect people, helping ease any fear, helping with theories, open for injuries :)

starters

omega archeron || star wars - the bad batch ( 1 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - didn't we just do this shit???? omega's over it. will absolutely not be getting involved, will not be trying to help, will truly be ignoring it and going about their life. they cannot keep getting involved in all of this mess, they will just be making sure to keep locations on on their phone, making sure their family and friends answer texts, and otherwise? pls do not think she's here to help until someone actually needs help and then she's actually just a liar and will be very involved ➳ potential plots : people to ignore this with, lowkey debating throwing a whole party so people to come to that, someone who needs help, open for injuries or unrelated murder :))

jill roberts

pj halliwell || charmed '98 ( 3 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - mentally !? not doing well! so this is just the icing on the fucking cake right now, god. like, okay they're doing better but this is making it worse, almost immediately. especially because there has never been a disaster that she'd been able to fucking ignore, so, next gen charmed one is on her way. she will be doing whatever they can to help, assisting police and victims, offering up her help of scrying and other witchy things, just anything and everything. it'll give them a task. they love tasks. ➳ potential plots : someone who needs help, police she can assist?, someone to vent to, open for injuries or unrelated murder :))

josie saltzman

wyatt halliwell

gnudy niknud

rosemary winters || resident evil : village ( 3 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - breaking news : local girl cannot catch a break. seriously, rose just wants to be normal!!! it's summer!!!!! her classes are over!!!! she has a crush she's trying to see through!!! she was working on controlling their moldiness!!!! and now this?? nah, they are just going to be sticking close to the school, not getting involved, hanging out with her friends as much as she can just to make sure they're all safe. will be ignoring this for as long as they possibly can ➳ potential plots : who wants to have a sleepover and pretend nothing is going on!!!, other xmen characters bc she's vibing at xaviers school like this whole time, people to drag them into some kind of mess, open for injuries :)

charles xavier

eddie munson

mouse honrada ( moon made one )

ahkmanrah (meme post)

rowena ravenclaw || harry potter - founders era ( 2 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - starting a tally for how many of my girls are simply Over It™ and staying the fuck out of all of this. rowena will be doing what she can from the sidelines, mainly making sure her family stays very safe, assisting with the police if need be, but really, she is not getting involved unless someone gets her involved. sure, could she probably solve all of these clues very easily? yeah. is she really wanting to even think about it? no not at all. ➳ potential plots : someone to drag her into it, someone who needs help, other people who just want life to be normal, open for injuries :)

helga hufflepuff (mario made one)

hunter

sella palpatine || star wars ( 5 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - ok so like.. maybe having a detail isn't so bad. she will be right at steve's side like the whole time, she is not letting herself go down again like stars, she has dealt with enough in the past few months she doesn't need to go through more. honestly, this might also pull her out of her petty moment and like, go and make up with her family just because she needs to know they're all safe. and if something happened to them while she was being petty, she won't forgive herself. ➳ potential plots : others who are scared about this whole thing, survival buddy, open for injuries :)

hope mikaelson

naomi pierce

sabina palpatine ( meme sent )

samara palpatine ( dead -- ill make up for it post event )

sion val palpatine

sophie hatter || howl's moving castle ( 0 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - throw another tally on the list of people who are over it!! making howl ward their apartment and is laying low. people are welcome to come stay with them, she will be stress cleaning the entire time, but will definitely be staying out of it so long as her family is safe. she's keeping morgan out of school, the shop is going to be closed until these people are caught, just absolutely keeping everyone they hold dear at their side. ➳ potential plots : people to join in the most stressed out sleepover ever, someone that needs help, someone to drag them out of their house, open for injuries :)

starters

tatum riley || scream '96 ( 2 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - is in the hospital and will likely be there for the duration of this event with the physical therapy she has to go through and all the healing etc. lowkey pissed about it, knowing that her family is out there, dealing with a fucking ghostface resurgence (bc she is so utterly convinced she was just the start of it, that now that there are all these secret killings going on, how could she not be convinced that it's billy and stu???) will be panic calling everyone trying to make sure all of their locations are on, doing whatever she can from a damn hospital bed ➳ potential plots : people coming to visit, phone threads, someone to come give her the rundown of what's going on, hospital staff she can annoy, police she can annoy that dewey put on to watch her room, open for further injuries :)

buffy summers

roman roy

victoria sutherland || twilight ( 2 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - victoria is absolutely going to be using this event to let off some freaking steam, she is taking the opportunity to just go on a bit of a rampage tbh. she likes the fact that she can blame literally anyone else for it and who's going to stop her?? she has had so much go on in the past few weeks she needs this, so so sorry to anyone who has a working heart and passes by her bc she's at an all you can eat buffet :) ➳ potential plots : unrelated murdering, injuring people, being an all around menace and monster, pointing people in the wrong directions, people to join her in the chaos she is creating

enjolras

benjamin (dead -- ill make up for it post event)

ylfa snorgelsson || d20 : neverafter ( 2 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - ylfa's bottleneck is open for business babey!!! let someone come at them, they are ready to let their powers show again. they are sort of hoping that if they do end up getting into a fight it'll help them learn how to use them again now that they aren't super used to using them every day. she's pretty good with puzzles and things so she'd like to help where she can, but will definitely be leaning towards fighting if she needs to fight. ➳ potential plots : people she can beat up, people who need protecting, someone who can idk make sure they aren't sleeping in the park in the midst of this, open for injuries or unrelated murder :))

laudna

fabian seacrest

#hw: plot call #hw: starter call #hwevent15 #event || murder mystery theater #long post tw #here i am again ! with the longest plot call!

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peepslibrary · 2 months

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I have gotten back into my Spiritfarer era. Mix that with the LU fandom and poof, I have a new OC LMAO.

For anyone who doesn't know what Spiritfarer is, it's a cozy management game about dying. I'm not making that up, it's deadass what it says on the website.

I highly recommend the game tho! Been playing it for years and it's made me cry. Best game ever, 120% recommend if it interests you.

Anyway, here's some random writing

“Oh great, another ship. Pirate if this isn’t Tetra’s ship I will lose it”

Legend attempts to steady himself as the boat moves past fog. It doesn’t work as well as he’d hope, but he didn’t fall off, so he’ll take the silent win.

“SAILOR!”

“Not mine, Legend. So shut your trap.”

Wind’s arms cross while he takes in the surroundings.

“Plus, Tetra’s isn’t this fancy”

Somewhere in his mind, Wind could hear an insulted ‘hey!’ but he paid no mind. He was preoccupied by the strange set up. Unlike Tetra’s ship, everything is stabilised in the air with a variety of ladders, ropes, and air currents placed to travel from one point to the next.

Wind takes out his pictobox and snaps photos. Maybe he’d be able to convince Tetra to add some of this to her ship? Might make things easier one day.

“Strange, so where are we?”

“You guys are on my ship!”

The group of nine turn their heads in various directions, only two getting the direction right.

“Up here!”

With them all looking in the right way - save the two snickering at each other - they spot a woman with a bright yellow star-shaped hat staring down with a watering can in her hand; she holds a finger up before disappearing.

A few Links shrug, others moving away slightly to check out the area. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to what could be seen, only that the woman who called out to them was the captain; and with knowledge to what it was like around Tetra’s ship, upmost respect is definitely a requirement.

“Phew, sorry about that! Had to grab some veggies I’ve been growing”

The woman from earlier - by the three that hat is wider than her entire body - slides down the ladder, wiping some dirt off her hands and pants before holding a hand out.

“I’m Stella!”

Time moves to reciprocate the greeting, giving her his name and gesturing to each Link, all responding in kind.

“Excellent! It’s a pleasure to meet you guys! If I’m being completely honest, I haven’t met this many spirits at one time before…” she trails off, seeing a mixture of confusion and worry across her guests faces; but she continues on with a smile “…but don’t worry! I can make you guys room in two shakes of Daffodil’s tail!”

Four looks around the deck, “Who’s Daffodil?”

Stella gazes at him, confused, before turning to her side. She shakes her head with an airy chuckle and looks at her watch.

“Oh, he’s in Stanley’s room,” she shakes her head lightly, “it’s about to hit lunch and we’re stopping to visit a friend today.”

She nods, satisfied with her explanation, before looking to the front of the ship and walking away.

“Actually, would you guys like to join us? It’s not often Daffodil and I are able to visit and I’m sure he’d appreciate more company.”

She stands near a life floaty and gives a two fingered salute.

“Feel free to explore everything. Just- don’t go into Bruce and Mickey’s mansion! Those two never liked it when it was me - and I RUN this ship - can’t imagine if it was someone they didn’t know.”

She opens a door and leaves the group to explore.

Wild immediately takes the opportunity to gun it towards the wind gusts. Twilight, who just so happened to stand next to Wild during that entire interaction, grabs the back of his shirt as he turned away.

“No ya don’t. We need to figure out how we got here.”

“You’re just mad that you don’t have something to glide with.”

Wild dodges his predecessor’s swipe near him with a cackle before leaving to explore.

#yippie!!#Spiritfarer x LU #I'll see if I can post up my Link OC later #don't have much detail tho #still gotta iron some stuff out

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘Miscommunication.’

Dr Strange x Avenger! fem! reader

this is so fucking loooong. i apologize but the ending is so worth it jesus. i lowkey got the thought by looking at random listings of famous PR relationships, this is all just word vomit.

SMUT, TEENY BIT OF ANGST, FLUFF. the big 3 yay.

summary (because this is deadass so long it deserves a summary): You and Stephen hated each other, it was old news to anybody but what happens when that hatred is being put to the test when Tony and Steve ask you to pull a PR stunt and fake a relationship in order to win over the media? The fine line between hatred and desire is tested as you and Stephen had to play house for a big check. But it was just another mission…Right?

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' You seethed at Tony, your heart in your throat as rage turned to scalding hot steam and you could feel it stew out of your ears.

The tips of your ear cartilage were hot to the touch your skin was becoming uncomfortable to inhibit after every passing second of this conversation. Heat started coating the back of your neck and you felt the need to flee such a scene.

'You're insane.' Stephen stated all blunt and deadpan as usual until he instantly got up and headed for the door to leave Tony's palace of an office and rid himself of the Avengers Compound and head back to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

He thought the word vomit Tony and Steve sprayed out of their mouths was nauseating and quite frankly ridiculous, plus the idea was completely unnecessary. Pacifying and manipulating crowds upon crowds of general public for the sake of a faux facade. In sharp contrast, however, he was ultimately more nervous and embarrassed if anything. Stephen thought you were a stubborn, headstrong woman with a quick wit and an impossibly dry sense of humour and he absolutely despised you for it...he hated the way you would never listen to directions only for you to wander aimlessly and do you're own thing, he hated the way you backed talked and cussed out everyone...and mostly he hated the way you had this magnetic and hypnotising effect on him. You were too damned attractive. It was like he was hanging on by an invidible thread at every word you strung together, he detestes the way it made him feel so powerless, helpless.

You were praying on the downfall of his arrogance and he would rather die than let that happen, especially since you were the causality of such a devastation. Stephen had to hate you, it was his only defence mechanism; if he hated you then he wouldn't be able to admit that he wanted you.. SO... so badly it was starting to physically wound him.

'Sit down, Stephen. Let us finish before you storm off.' Steve attempted to call him back, Stephen let out an exasperated and prolonged exhale at such a request, he might as well let them both finish even though the plan bordered the line of incurable insanity. He sat back down next to you in Tony's office, it was like he was being reprimanded and berated in the principle's office at high school. You rolled your eyes instinctively at his unsavoury and bitter disposition.

You, on the other hand, were completely charmed at his beguilingly intelligent persona when you first met Stephen. You deemed it inspiring and to add further excellence to his temperament, he was visually striking to look at. Even an idiot wouldn't be able to admit otherwise: the curve of his hair, the greying temples and the powder blue of such guileless glassy eyes had you drowning, and you were desperate for air.

Well, thats how the dreaminess of his nature started anyway... but now you were repelled by him to say the least. He started to show symptoms of his hatred to you and you were not going to just sit back and take it like some pussy, you only mirrored his inhospitable ministrations. Fighting fire with fire. If he hated you, you automatically hated him back. It was unusual, Stephen was the man you would have internally praised and secretly admired, only to worship the sheer ground he walked on to now feeling a bitter disgust whenever he was mentioned and whenever he was around. It made your heart wilt a little at the beginning but now you had grown into it.

'The general populous have come out with some incessant drivel and conspiracy about you both, and I'll make it short and sweet. The tabloids and pap hate us, that we all know but ever since that photo of you two came out, there's been a craze that we can't ignore considering how much it could help our image.' Tony attempted his hand at remaining civil and explaining it in a way that two dizzy five year olds would be able to understand. Steve's eyes look defeated as if this was the last hope to build a somewhat good reputable image of the Avengers team.

'That photo was taken out of context.' You delcared almost instantly, you were defensive about 'photogate' and reminded them of the truth.

'And I don't care. I don't care what you were both doing, fighting, fucking whatever. It was enough to cause a spark with the media.’

'We were fighting not fu-.' He screwed his eyes shut and trailed off embarrassed at such a vulgar reflection. He would never ever be able to get to do that with you. Ever. Only in his dreams maybe.

'They're obsessed with you both within 24 hours of that picture being leaked, and I know it sounds a little iffy but if you were to both fake date, go to a few suit and tie events holding hands, you'll be able to woo the media with such delectable charms and get us back in their good graces.’

Your mouth fell open in pure unbridled shock. The gall Tony had was beyond you and it made your blood burn through the humming of your heart. Imagine the embarrassment you would feel if your suppressed feelings for Stephen would come back to the surface during all of this.

'Why the hell do you both care about something as stupid as image?' You retaliated annoyed, completely mind boggled at the fact that they would care about something so useless and unnecesary.

'That's beyond your paygrade.' Steve replied with his arms across his chest.

'My paygrade?' Your sarcastic dry laugh wasn't lost on them, the sardonic pettiness just radiating off of you as always.

'This was my last resort and I'm using it anyway since neither of you can follow the most basic of instructions because you both have gigantic sticks up your asses. I'll pay you. That's how badly we need this and you gave us an opening, now you need to frolick around and give it to them.’

'I'm already rich thanks.' Stephen smiled sarcastically.

'Fine.' You snarled abruptly, you finally agreed in a frantic brash frenzy. Just so you could get up and drag yourself to your room and sleep such a weird day off. Also to secretly pretend to feel like his for a little while, just to keep your fantasises at bay.

'What?' Stephen's eyes looked up and met yours whilst they were widening by the mere moment. He couldn't believe you were agreeing to such absurdity and the fact that you did made his jaw tick slightly. Internally, he was partially glad you did because he just wanted to be able to just gawk and analyze your picturesque features without looking like a creep.

‘What choice do we have Stephen? This isn't going to go away anytime soon, might as well marvel at the publicity and make it a PR stunt.' You sighed out. Stephen froze for a moment before ultimately taking the bait and agreeing to their plan.

'Fine, what do we do?' He groaned alogside the signature roll of his eyes, those crystal sucker punch eyes.

"There's a suit and tie red carpet event tomorrow evening, a charity award ball thing. If you guys could just go to it, and be all sappy but not overly sappy in front of the paparazzi then thats the starting line.' Steve replied.

Your face couldn't contain the sheer terror you were feeling right now, a red carpet? Really? You needed to walk down a red carpet with Stephen of all people, the man who hates you yet plagues all of your dreams like the dim fog of a black starless night. You were really about to come to terms with your feelings for Stephen now and it petrified the daylights out of you; you're going to need to try to keep those feelings buried and not recucitate them during all of this.

'Oh Jesus.' Stephen concealed his nervousness as he buried his face in his hands and moaned into his skin. Going to an event with you as his date? He never thought he'd live to see such a day; you pretending to be his. He thought you were an angel made out of carnal fiery passion, how could he not fall for you? He was biting at the inside of his cheek to distract himself of the fact that he knows his feelings for you were going to grow exponentially and his mask of hating you will slowly begin to slip off. Something he wasn't ready to confront yet.

—

The realization of the night you were dreading was here began to dawn on you as you had to choose a dress to showcase tonight. You had just hopped out the shower as you concealed yourself in a short silk babydoll robe with your hair still dripping. All you thought about in the shower was Stephen and all the things he did earlier today.

You took it upon yourself to get a head start with this secret PR scheme and asked Strange to go get food with you, somewhere public before the event to kind of ease into such an environment. He thought it was an astute and smart play so he agreed and let you decide on where you should go to eat.

You suggested a dessert place first as chocolate covered strawberries had such cliche and romantic connotations but Stephen said no which was jarring to you. He thought that it would be deemed as too try hard and in your face, and quite frankly fake so he suggested pizza as it was 'easy going.' Too tired and nervous to argue, you agreed and went to the nearest pizza place.

Although it wasn't too crowded in the pizza place, it was public enough that the paperazzi would be able to be tipped off that you were both here and able to take photos invading your privacy. You and Stephen sat in the booth at the corner, it was both quiet and visible at the same time, you remarked that he was wearing normal clothes, a brown leather jacket and a tight fitted black tee and some jeans. He looked good. Really good yet a little bit dishevelled due to the strands of hair that separated and stuck to his forehead; it was as if he was carding his fingers through his hair in frustration.

You ordered some pizza and before you knew it the paperazzi were here, flicking and clicking away at something extremely unimportant to feed back into the public's meaningless lives. You could feel Stephen's eyes bore into your face but all you could sense was that the pizza looked delicious.

'You're staring at me for a lot longer than you should." You remarked while still looking at the pizza to not seem suspicious.

'I'm gazing at you lovingly like the hopeless romantic of a boyfriend I am, now lean into me.' He whispered and as you turned to connect your eyes with him all you could feel was the bright palpable look in his eye, he really does look all loved up gawking at a supposed girlfriend but you had to remind yourself it was all fake.

You leaned into him a lot more than you should of and grabbed at his thigh with your palm and Stephen let out a shuddered gasp at the contact and prayed you couldn't hear over him past the flashes and clicks of the incessant cameras. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you both ate at the pizza, fake smiling at each other and putting on the show of your lives. Stephen's heart felt like it was breaking piece by piece because of the sheer fact that this was all it was: a show.

You groaned as you flicked through the number of dresses you laid out onto your bed, they were all pretty but you just didn't have a desicive bone in your body about these sorts of things. A knock on your bedroom door kicked you out of your daze.

'Come in.' You squeaked.

You were surprised when you found that it was Stephen who opened the door and entered into your room, your sacred space and now you are sharing the same sacred space with him. Just you and him. You became increasingly aware of how short and thin your robe was, he couldn't help but cast his gaze down to your chest and legs and he was perked up to find that your nipples were staining against the fabric and your legs were long, smooth and glowing. Cute. You observed that he wasn't in a suit yet, he was still in the black t shirt he wore to the restaurant. He slowly made his way over to you to take note of the dresses strewn on your bed that you were considering to wear alongside him. The choices were between a red dress, a navy dress and a black dress.

'What are you wearing tonight?' He asked softly, it was strange to you due to your consecutive acknowledgement of his usual gruff, stoic persona.

'Uhm. ..I'm not sure yet. I can't decide.' You looked down at your palms and they were sweating, the man hasn't even done anything and he had you sweating. Probably because of the personality shift, the sweet selfless Dr Stephen Strange you first saw through, the one you fell for.

'Red matches my cloak, the media could always find that kind of connection or whatever.’

'Yeah, I didn't even consider that.' You lied. Of course you took that into account, red really was his colour, maybe you'd surprise him with red lingerie.

You kicked yourself at such a thought.

'Well, I need to you know...get changed.' You let out a nervous laugh.

'Oh! Yeah, sorry...I'll leave you.' He panicked. He walked out of the room and shut your door.

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It took you a while to get ready. Stephen texted you to meet him downstairs by the grand marble staircase and you were dripping with nerves. Nerves you've never had like this before.

Once you had finished putting your strappy heels on you click clacked your way to the staircase only to find Stephen was waiting at the bottom, in a delicious black tux. His grey streaks shone in the dim chandelier light and his bow tie was knotted to perfection and his eyes were encased in a warm ocean blue in your light. He looked magnificent, an Adonis and you were enamoured by the near presence of him which made you all the more anxious to walk down those stairs. You wouldn't be surprised if you tripped down those stairs in front of them because of you insanely high heels.

Stephen gazed up and there he found you, treading down the stairs ever so delicately. You were wearing the long silk dress that framed your curves softly as if you were an Old Hollywood movie star, your hair was loosely curled and bounced as you went down each fated step. His eyes were growing wider ever step you took down on the marble floor. Your makeup was sleek, not too much, gloss encasing your already kissable lips and what really did him in was the small half smile you were wearing, and in a few moments you were right infront of him. He looked at you up and down and he found your skyscrapers, he let out a dry nervous breath.

"Uhm, beautiful. But I wouldn't expect anything other than that.' His lips pulling at the corners of his mouth to play as a small weak smile. You tucked your hair behind your ear bashfully because you weren't sure if the fine line between real and fake was being broken here but you felt that he was being sincere.

'You clean up extremely well Doctor.' You studied him and his astounding phsyique. Even with heels he's still taller than you. Jesus.

He offered his arm and you took it way too hastily to the car that was waiting outside of the Avengers Compound. This is going to shape up to be a night to never forget.

You rode to the venue in an unusually comfortable silence, you decided to take a chance and graze your fingers onto his ever so lightly. He knew what you were attempting to do and it made him fall that much harder for you. Without warning, he he put his hand over your before he could try to intertwine his fingers with yours. A gasp was stuck in your throat as you continued to look outside of the window. Tired of the antics, you tangled your hands together and as if it was fate, they meld perfectly into each other. Stephen smirked into his car window.

You arrived and you already clocked the telltale sound of a camera clicking. The chauffer opened the door for you both and you felt the lingering loss of Stephen’s hands locking with yours, your heart dropped slightly. However, as you began walking through the welcoming carpet, he reached for your hand again and held onto it in an iron like grip. It felt so good to just have this bodily contact with him even though it was all pretend, you felt slightly elated and that was apparent on your face. What you were most dreading was the main red carpet where you had to pose for the cameras, you chest felt heavy just thinking about it and its mental ramifications.

When the flashes piled up and had the spotlight just on you two, he let go of your hand and wrapped it around your waist tenderly, drawling little incoherent shapes with the pads of his scarred calloused fingers. It felt heavenly. You both played house and smiled at the cameras as his grip onto your waist became stronger and stronger. You didn't notice but there were intervals in which he would just gape at you, tonight was such a stepback from your usual headstrong persona. It was different, heartfelt. Real. Your face was becoming more and more stunning to look at and he couldn't control himself. It wasn't just an act for the media or the paparazzi...it was all for him. For his personal fulfillment. To just gawk at you and revel in your effortless glamour.

He rotated his head to look at you again and whispered a soft 'are you okay?' and it quite literally made your insides liquidate, it was such an adorable sentiment and it was something he had never asked you before. You nodded and to top it all off, he leaned in to place a soft but chaste kiss on your temple only to quickly whisk you away down the carpet. He needed to push the envelope a little more and a quick, 'everyday' kiss did that.

Stephen thought he would regret it later, and that it was a spur of the moment thing but actually he didn't; it felt good. Too good, too real. He rapidly took you down the avenue and into the theatre in which the charity ball was taking place.

You found your designated seat and Stephen, like the gentleman he is, pulled out your chair for you and tucked you in. You gave him a small weak smile, eyes alight with a starstruck twinkle. He noticed the change in your demeanour and as he sat down he placed his hand on top of yours once again. You felt like you were sitting next to your school girl crush.

The night was flowing smoothly, million dollar smiles and gold on every single picturesque finger and slim collarbone. Awards being shot out and the conglomerate of thank you's and I love you's, cameras were dotted around you and you again played for them. He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hot breath tickling the tips of your ears.

'You sure you're okay?'

'Yeah, really. If anything I'm enjoying myself.' You quipped, dropping yourself into his blazing intense eyes.

'Good, good.' he states simply but you felt the need to clarify it further, risking your cover you take a shaky breath.

'What I mean is, I'm enjoying myself…with you.' You lingered a look at him, hoping he'd get such an obvious hint. A gleam of playfulness and sencerity encompasing your eyes. His face went blank with surprise, uncertainty etched on his finely crafted features. A smile tugged at his lips, a little half smirk. He was beaming at such an admission, even if you were just playing along.

‘Yeah, me too.' Although he wasn't facing you, you couldn't help but admire his side profile and with that the click of the camera caught such a profound moment.

A little while passed and what brought you out of your mindless daydreaming was the anouncement of the dance they were conducting. A ball in which the gentleman woos his fine lady through a dance, you perked up at the thought, idly staring at Stephen in hopes he would ask you to dance.

Stephen's nerves were racking his brain, his tongue turning to mush as he tried to muster up the courage to ask you to dance with him. Here you were, waiting and so incredibly willing to be close to him, to be romantic with him. Your bright inquisitive eyes just attempting to egg him on and push him further to the edge. As the couples made their way hand in hand to the dance floor, he knew his window of opportunity was closing.

'Do you wana maybe…’ He threw his head in the direction of the dance floor to signal what he was trailing off to. His heart was jumped into the base of his throat and was humming relentlessly, like an itch that can't be scratched.

'Yes. I mean...yeah.' You replied way too hastily, slightly embarrassed at your eagerness.

Stephen stood up and perching his arm out to you for you to take it, revived by your cute bashfulness and confused at how something so soft can leave him so energized.

You took his arm and he escorted you onto the couple strewn dancefloor, and you and Stephen had a small fleeting chance of feeling like one of those couples.

You sensed that Stephen was a pro the way he palmed at your waist instantly, his large scarred hands placing them on your hips and you could aready feel yourself melt into him. You slung your hands around his neck, stifling the urge to card your fingers through his hair and mess up his streaks. You liked his hair messy, it really suits him. Stephen kicked himself for placing his hands on the thin string of where your panties sat, he could feel it through the fabric and he couldn't help be let out an exhale. As the slow cinematic strings of the violins started plucking, you and Stephen swayed to the delicate notes of the music as did everyone else.

You both danced in silence for a while and you could feel his grip on your waist getting tighter and tighter. He hated the flash of the cameras intruding on such a moment, the moment in which he could truly immerse himself in you.

"You look breathtaking.' He confessed without thinking, he just had to tell you again.

'I hate admitting that you are intensely attractive, it feels wrong telling you.' You smirked as you arched a perfect, knowing brow.

'Of course, of course.' He let out a low sardonic laugh at your unfiltered honesty.

You grazed the tips of your fingers through the lower levels of his hair, and he prayed that you didn't notice his reaction at your small ministrations.

A desperate need to close the proximity, you removed your right hands from his hair and grabbed his other hand that rested on your waist and threaded it with yours. It felt like something out if a magical fairytale, something you wouldn't have able to conjure up in your most elaborate fantasies. Stephen, similarly, ogled at you like a horny fucking teenager. He wasn't sure if you meant it or if it wasn't intentional, but you were constantly giving him fuck me eyes the entire night and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to contain.

Your daydreaming ended as the dance did and subsequently the night event finished up, a few more camera clicks of you two holding hands leading you both to the car you had arrived in; the chauffer already waiting to drop Stephen back at the Sanctum and you off to the Avengers Compound. As the background of your window kept moving and you and Stephen gazed at your own respectable windows, your hands weirdly remained intertwined. It was unusally comfortable, without all the white hot flashes. It was quiet, serene.

You were shocked at how quickly you had arrived at the Sanctum to drop Stephen off, you were saddened at how lightning swift the night had passed by. As if a switch had been flipped off in Stephen's mind, he suddenly went cold and briskly let go of your hand as his lips formed into a thin line and his brow creased as if he was wincing.

Mirroring his action, you let go of him too. You shook off vour feelings and surpressed them once again, buring it as quickly as they came. Reminding yourself that all of this wasn't real, it was just a PR stunt for the greater good, another payday by Tony. You gulped and adjusted your posture, tying to contain your unwelcoming nature. Reminding yourself that Stephen hated you and you hated him, but you couldn't hide how aroused this evening had made you and it all started with that swift temple kiss and the soft fleeting touches. Especially the way his hands landed atop of the fabric of your literal underwear. You wondered if he would rip them off with his teeth.

You both sat in silence for a little and you were becoming increasingly embarrassed and humilated. You kept staring outside of the window to analyze the exterior of the Sanctum Sactorum. He turned his head to survey you and just look at you one more time tonight, he casted his gaze down at your thighs as you ran your slender hands up and down them...as if you were nervous, hungry and may he be so brave to think that you were...aroused? Your breathing became more shallow.

Incautiously, he raised his hand and stroke at the sleekness of your hair in a sort of weird sense of comfort. Your eyes instinctively closed at the contact and breathed out a prolonged breath.

"You wanna come inside? Who knows who'll be following us.' He said senselessly.

'What's the point Stephen? The nights done." You mumbled annoyed as you crossed your arms over your chest, accentuating your already perfect tits that much more and Stephen was deadset. He wanted you, real or not. He wanted to feel you, touch you. Make you cry as you cum. He didn't care if it was just for one night.

'You're right but just in case, we need to make it believable. I don't want to do this either.' He lied, and he thought you could see right through his lies but his face remained hard and blank. Irrationally, he grabbed at your wrist and placed it infront of him to leave a kiss on it.

You stared at him, gobsmacked. But you couldn't resist such a proposition, he was here asking you to come inside with him, alone. Just the two of you for real this time.

'Fine.' You quicked fired at him rapidly, giving in way to fast.

Stephen walked you into the Sanctum and you sat yourself down into one of the antique sofas in the artifact adorned foyer, crossing your legs and chest, radiating a sour energy in the process. Stephen had enough of this tiptoeing, he stood there like an idiot and put his calloused hands in his suit pockets.

'What are you doing?' He asked lowly.

'What am I doing?'

'Yeah.’

'I'm doing what Tony asked me to do because I want to get paid..?'

'No, no. Not that, don't lie, no one's here to hear you lie anymore. Just be honest for once.’

'Honest?' You chortled.

"You're so strived to keep hating me, aren't you?' He asked knowingly, as if he could see your true feelings for him and it made you turn your head to look into his eyes.

'Only because you are.' You retaliated

'You're kidding right?' He mocked.

'Well, you've made your distaste for me extremely clear Stephen, I'm not going to embarrass myself for you.' You planted your heels to the ground and stood up only to hear the clack of your heels as you swiftly made your way to face him and leer into his oceanic eyes.

'So you're telling me all of tonight was just us being incredibly good actors?’

"Yes.’

'That's not what I saw in the fucking car.' He gritted.

'What are you saying Stephen? You want me to admit what you probably already know, embarrass me further, rub salt into the wound for your own personal satisfaction? I never knew you were a masochist.' You huffed out, avoiding eye contact to retain your already fleeting dignity.

The silence was pregnant and you were seriously about to erupt into a puddle of tears.

'I want you.' He gaped at you as he let out his prolonged statement. Something he’s been killing himself over to admit.

You shot a perplexed look at Strange, thinking it must have been your brain and ears malfunctioning at hearing such an absurd thing. You thought the air was becoming increasingly thick and unbreathable. Intoxicatingly humid at such a thing being said by such a human.

'What?'

'I want you, so much it hurts.’ He closed the gap between you just enough to sense his hot breath fanning the skin of your face. Your mouth went dry.

'Can I kiss you?' He asked softly as his lips traveled to whisper in your ear. You hated the fact that you closed your eyes and melted into him with such ease.

'Yes.' You said in an instant and he was stunned at such a response, your pretty plump lips parted for him just begging him for a simple touch of his lips on yours. Your chest rising and falling due to the pure nervousness he bestows onto you with just his words. You were exhausted waiting for him to make the first move, your eyelashes fluttered as he finally placed his hands on the place where he did earlier tonight, the fabric ontop of where your panties were sitting. You let out a stifled wimper as he finally pressed his mouth to yours.

It was delicate at first screwing his eyes shut in the process, flesh kissing flesh whilst you put your hands in his hair again and messing it up like you've always wanted to. His hands mindlessly travelled to your ass and squeezed illiciting a moan from you which caused you to open your mouth and like a viper he slid his tongue into the fruit of your sweet wet mouth. You tasted even better than he had imagined and he had imagined an…array.

You tugged on his scalp that much harder as he began nipping at your lips with his teeth before ultimately biting at your lip. Stephen's hands travelled up and down the expanse of your back, feeling at your smooth unblemished skin only to leave goosebumps in their wake. They then travelled to cradle at your face to brush the pads of his thumbsto the blossoming muted blush of the apples of your cheeks. He perked up at the fact you were trembling at such small actions from him. He ripped his lips away from yours to bore his eyes ino your gorgeous face.

‘Take me to bed.’ You whispered against his skin whilst kissing at his neck.

He didn’t need to be asked again.

Lips fastened together once again, more needy and desperate this time around, he hoisted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist and held you as if you weighed nothing and walked you to the stairs and carried you up them. Your mouth was something he was already addicted to with just a little hit, like a potent drug and he craved more. Your ruffled his hair more than you ought to.

He kicked open his bedroom door and closed it back, the door probably cost more than the Avengers Compound itself. He toppled you onto his large bed and he shook off his tux jacket whilst you pulled on his bow tie to keep him from disappearing, to keep his mouth on yours. If he was on you then it just proves that none of this was a dream. You went to pop the buttons of his crisp white suit jacket but he halted you in your tracks as he ripped open your dress as if you were an animal. Your tits were remarkable but again, he didn’t expect anything less. He was damn near salivating.

‘You’re a fucking tease, you know that?’ He growled into your cleavage lowly, kissing and sucking at your tits in the process.

‘Me? You’re the one that started all this, you could have fucked me nice a while back and we wouldn’t even have to do all of this.’ You retorted with a hush to your cadence whilst clawing at his back, attempting to get his shirt off. Your astute reasoning caught him off guard and he hated it.

‘Keep this up and I’ll edge you for a week.’ Stephen leaned up and ripped off his shirt only to fawn over you and leave a trail of kisses and bite marks meandering down your neck.

You whimpered at such a punishment, God you would kill for that.

‘Stephen!’ You whined at him to do something, anything to your sobbing cunt. A touch, a lick, anything.

He finally stripped you of your dress as the silk was being pulled down your legs only to be discarded to the other side of the room. All that you had left on was your heels and the thong that barely covered your modesty. Your hair spilled over the duvet and he thought if he were to frame such a scene forever, he would remain happy for the rest of his days.

‘Red panties too?’ His head trailed down to your cunt whilst remarking such an erotic thing.

‘Mhm.’

‘So this is what I kept feeling under your little dress. I would’ve finger fucked you under the table if I felt at it one more time tonight.’ He gritted through clenched teeth and the admission sent your mind reeling. In public? How rough is this man?

Without caution or warning, he ripped your panties off with his teeth just like you imagined him to. This man was literally tailored to your ever taste. He thought your pussy was so…fuckable and pretty. You were so fucking wet it was like a Slip n Slide just for him to play with.

He lifted his hand and slipped a long scarred finger into your already glistening cunt, witnessing firsthand at how greedy your pussy was. Your loud moan echoed through the large room, only for him to hear and savour. And with that he added another finger, stretching you out so deliciously whilst feeling at your insides.

‘So greedy…but taking it so well. The burn hurts doesn’t it, sweetheart? But it just feels too good, right?’

‘Yes! So good.’ You gasped at his filthy words.

Retracting his fingers, he immediately stuffed them in your mouth to make you taste your wetness off of his fingers. You licked and sucked at the pads of his fingers so obediently.

‘Good girl.’ He praised within a whisper and you felt like you were about to rocket into the sky. He watched your face contort as your eyebrows knitted together in such tense pleasure, you were barely holding on and he didn’t even do much yet. A wicked smile plastered his face. He pulled his hands from out of your mouth as his head payed all of his attention to your pussy.

‘Stephen! Please- I’m begging.’ You cried and just hearing you beg made him want to give you all the pleasure in the world.

He dived facefirst into your pussy, licking and slightly suckling on the wet flesh. Flicking his tongue on your swollen clit which only made your body convulse at such a technique, the prickle of his beard only spurred you on. Your breathy moans and cries were like music to his ears. As he continued, his hands reached up and played with your tits; twisting and flicking the nipples every now and then, shooting pleasure straight down to your cunt and all you could do was whimper. You wanted to desperately tug at his hair but you couldn’t.

‘Stephen! You’re…I’m gonna..I’m gonna cum.’ You finally mustered out as you could feel electricity shooting down your thighs.

When he heard you say that, he immediately stopped and you wanted to slap the smug look off of his face. He fawned over your body like he did before and fastened his lips to yours once more, giving you a little taste of the sweetness he got to devour. You could quite literally taste yourself off his tongue, Stephen let out a gutteral moan. He kicked his pants and boxers off and all you could view was his well endowed cock. He was absolutely… You were speechless at the sheer size of him. It could quite literally split you in half.

‘I’ve been half hard since I saw you.’ He muttered as he began to slot himself between your thighs once more.

‘I’ve never been this wet before. You make me this wet.’ You whispered into his neck and he let out a growl.

‘Oh fuck.’ He rolled his eyes slightly at the mere look of you, strewn on the bed, waiting for him to fill you up, fuck you so stupid that you forget your own name.

‘I swear to god if you’re not in me right no-.’ He didn’t give you a chance to finish as he began rutting his hips into yours, one hand placed on the curve of your hip and the other cradling your face so he could lift it up and bite down on your neck. God those bites alone could make you cum.

He was going deeper, harder, faster, sharper than anyone else ever did, every thrust just hit that right spot that made you see nothing but him. Your hands clawed at his back like an animal as your tongues intertwined in a bruising kiss. Nothing about any of it was gentle and it inticed you even more, it was needy an desperate. Months of pent up frustration being let out on one fateful night. His thrusts were rough; pistoning his cock in and out of you felt hypnotizing. Watching it appear and disappear into your greedy cunt lit a fire within him.

He was going so deep, hard and fast all at once it felt like the moment was on loop forever.

‘You’re taking me so well.’

And that just did you in. You came earth shatteringly hard as heated lightning coursed through your nervous system and fried the remaining remenants of your brain. You bit at his earlobe trying to conceal your pornographic gratification and that just caused him to finish as well. He pulled his cock out of you which was already coated with your cum and he released thick milky white ropes of himself onto your tits. He leaned back and took a look at his handiwork: he thought you looked magnificent.

He rolled over to lay next to you on his bed, panting and gasping at the carnal passion you had both bestowed upon each other.

‘I’m…I.’ You were quite literally at a loss for words, you had never been fucked this good and this well before.

‘You’re even better than what I’ve been imagining for months. ‘ He replied as sweat dripped from his brow.

‘Fucking pussy, could’ve fucked, spanked and punished the attitude out of me months ago and I would have been waiting, ready and willing.’ You insulted truthfully.

‘Don’t be a cunt, continue like this and I will.’ He warned sternly.

‘I’d like it.’ You bit your lip bashfully.

Silence fell through the atmosphere.

‘Miscommunication.’ You said.

‘Miscommunication.’ He repeated, he knew it already.

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i got lazy by the end i’m sorryyyy

#dr stephen strange #dr strange fluff #dr strange angst #dr strange x fem!reader #stephen strange smut #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange #dr strange smut

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jennrypan · 3 years

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Ok but Im just thinkin bout Mariano--

He wasnt mad about the engagement being called off or a jerk at all, he just wants to love someone??

Like he seems like such a hopeless romantic and its adorable-

When he starts dating Dolores he immediately starts trying to surprise her with flowers ("I know your cousin makes them and youve probably seen these but they match your bow!") Or cookies ("They may not be able to heal but they taste good! I think- I made them, I think theyre good- they might be a little burnt?--")

And he tries to keep quiet but hes not good at keeping secrets especially when he gets excited about something-

He loves hanging out with her family and he loves how creative and cool they all are,

He has no bad feelings towards Isabella and completely understands,

"No worries! The heart wants what it wants and doesnt want what it doesnt want! I hope we can be friends though?"

Just!!!

Hes a romantic himbo!

(Who also looks like Markiplier-- i deadass spent the whole movie calling him that until I remembered his name--)

Hes also very physically affectionate and a big fan of PDA, he wants the whole area to know about his gorgeous girlfriend, of course if Dolores tells him to chill or shes just not in the mood for touchey ness (which is rare ofc but sometimes y gotta get time to yourself ya know) he'll give her space but he will definitely leave little notes to check on her and just!!!

Gimme cute fanart of these two please--

I cant draw that well so i cant provide-

I can prolly provide fics but we'll see-

#j.p speaks #encanto #dolores madrigal #mariano encanto #am i spellin his name right? i hope so--#disney #i love him sm ok--#i got encanto brain worms 😖

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okayeojin · 2 years

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loona reaction to their girlfriend being a professional ice skater

💌 :: fluff :: [female reader]

♡ :: heejin 희진

attends every single competition, sometimes even attempts to postpone her own idol activities to come watch you instead

takes pictures

like tons of them

she might as well be payed for them cause they're fricking good, and you always get flustered looking at them

and she's like "look at you!! you're like an ice princess"

you'd have to snatch the phone away from her because she wouldn't be able to stop staring at them photos, i swear

uses them as reference to make drawings of you TT

rather than being loud during your competitions, she'd silently gasp and be like "wow..." and stares at you in awe before snapping out of it and going back to take pictures

♡ :: hyunjin 현진

buys cake to celebrate your win

ngl she would probably scrape the icing off that said "congrats on your victory!!" if you didn't win

brings you flowers too

rushes outside after the competition so she'd be the first person to congratulate you

compliments you so much about how good you look dressed all sparkly with your skating little skirt and your hair tied up

she's probably seen you dressed like that, ready to compete, a million times but she gives you compliments literally every single time regardless

doesn't really take pictures, prefers to dedicate her full attention to you and how good you are

talks about it on the ride back home, "when you did that one spin at the end?? oh my god"

♡ :: haseul 하슬

pictures pictures pictures

so many pictures

becomes the kris jenner meme, "you're doing great sweetie"

she would get so into it, standing up and all, if she's seating first row, she would subtly lean over the railing to get a better shot

without compromising your performance of course

she would be a nightmare for the people sitting behind her, or just around her in general TT

she bends and twists in million positions to get a good shot of you

they'd probably come out shaky but it's the thought that counts right?

comes to check up on you when you have practice, if she has some free time in her schedule, that is

brings coffee to you, your coach and your skating partner, if you were practicing for a couple performance

super cute and attentive to your needs ): reminds you every 2 minutes to be careful and not injure yourself

♡ :: yeojin 여진

she is so jealous about how pretty her girlfriend looks moving like that on the ice

she's deadass mesmerized, it looks like you're floating

takes zero pictures, maybe just as you were entering the ring, but then stops to give her full attention to the performance

she couldn't miss a single second of it !

l o v e s your outfits, that's the main reason she decides to take pictures sometimes, they look so good on you! so sparkly and flowy

gives suggestions like "oh how about a red outfit for your next competition?? red looks amazing on you"

she would constantly suggest dates where you two went ice skating, so she could both show you off to other people and also hold your hand as you helped her stay balanced

also asks you to teach her beforehand so she can impress you, cute

♡ :: vivi 비비

always brings you flowers

like every single kind, the flower shop should hang a picture of her as their honorary costumer

would never say it out loud, but she goes crazy every time she sees you in your skating outfits

the pretty colors and glitters making you look so fairy like

of course she compliments you out loud as well, but she really really really likes you in those clothes so much you can't even imagine

lowkey blushes when she sees you in them because omg her girlfriend is so pretty!! that's her girlfriend !!

gets so stupidly proud of you and lowkey emotional when she watches you compete?? would shed tears sometimes

if you ever mentioned her in one of your speeches after a victory, she wouldn't be able to show her face to you afterwards

she'd be so flustered, and thankful and- would just bury her face in your chest while hugging you tightly and telling you how good you were

♡ :: kim lip 김립

she would rather die than miss your competitions

drives like a madman to reach the place you're competing at without being late

and you'd be like "calm down!! there will be videos of it online anyway" aND SHE'D GET MAD "it's not the same !!!"

usually forgets to buy you flowers and hates herself for it, making you laugh

"you being here is more important.." and she punches you embarrassed

takes pictures of you like a mom before you enter the ring, "smile more" "i’m so anxious" "well... stop being anxious for the picture, baby"

has random bursts of cuteness towards you, she thinks you look absolutely adorable in your skating outfits ;;

hugs and squeezes you so tight you're afraid the little rhinestones on your dress will pop off

you can hear her screaming and cheering from the audience, which makes you giggle but also have that burst of confidence that is always needed honestly

♡ :: jinsoul 진솔

such a supportive gf TT

tells random people in the audience sitting next to her "that's my girlfriend!"

can't stress this enough but she's so proud of you!!! grabs your hand even in front of photographers as soon as you exit the ring

her mouth would be hanging open during your whole routine

fingers constantly crossed, biting her bottom lip and eyes widening when she knows a particularly difficult jump is coming

yeah about that, she literally memorizes your routines

not voluntarily, but she watches you rehearse and practice so often that she would learn and remember some parts very well

teases you at home by recreating those moves

she seriously has so much respect for you tho, she knows very well just how difficult of a sport ice skating is and watching you do it apparently so effortlessly would make her heart inflate with so much pride

♡ :: choerry 최리

seeing her sitting in the audience would immediately lift some of the anxiety off your shoulders

therefore she would always arrive super early to get a seat in the front row

and would cutely wave at you as soon as you enter the ring, flashing you that cute smile of hers and a thumbs up in reassurance

covers you in kisses right after

when she comes to watch you compete (which is... always, basically) she tries to match her clothes with the outfit you'd be wearing for your competition TT

the biggest fan for real

cheers and gasps cutely the whole time

if you didn't land a particularly difficult jump in your routine, she would be tearing up and be worried about you until the very end, and you'd have to comfort her and reassure her that everything is fine

♡ :: yves 이브

she's like... mesmerized by you and the shapes you are able to create with your body while dancing on the ice like that

she finds it literally so magical and impressive

attends your training sessions too !!

and brings you your favorite drink

sits in the audience with hands on her cheeks admiring you while you're exercising

her head always jerks upwards if you fell to check up on you

reminds you to take as much precautions as possible, would be looking up on the internet how to prevent injuries, like that you shouldn't put your hands forward to catch yourself in case you trip, or you might risk injuring your wrists and arms

you being a professional ice skater would already know those things, but she looks so cute taking care of you like that that you wouldn't complain

overall very very concerned about your well being, but is also super in love with you and your sport

♡ :: chuu 츄

she!! brings posters !! and slogans !! to your competitions !!

claps and cheers the loudest once you're done

everyone would know she's your girlfriend

that's pretty much her goal

"that's my girlfriend!!!" "y/n!!!"

always compliments how cute your sparkly outfits look on you, she's so in love w you

shows her parents and friends videos from your competitions, and keeps complimenting and squealing so much (as if she doesn't know your routine by heart, considering how much she watches those videos)

about that... yeah, she keeps re watching every single one of your performances, even if she was physically there to see it in real time

she wants to relive the whole experience

she learns some technical terms and be like "that triple axel was so great", "that wasn't a ... thank u jiwoo <3"

SHE'S SO CUTE IM IMPLODING

♡ :: gowon 고원

constantly goes "wooow..." at you and claps slowly at every single spin and turn

holds her breath whenever you're about to perform a more complicated move

she knows your routine by heart by the way

has memorized it all by attending your training and practice sessions

she's never late, and if she can't attend she'd be apologizing profusely

you'd reassure her that "you don’t have to attend my practice" but she'd be sad regardless

not to mention she would clear her schedule to come watch your competitions, and would bring as many people as possible to support you

wear a little t shirt with your face and "my girlfriend!!" written on it TT

♡ :: olivia hye 올리비아혜

more competitive than you

if you get a low score - or lower than usual- she would never stop talking about it

"i mean, i did kinda lose my balance there-" "whatever, you were still good"

so supportive

hugs you so tight after you finish that you wouldn't be able to breath

"you were amazing as always"

there's no room for criticism, if you asked her for an opinion about your routine she would be so biased that she wouldn't really be of much help

imagine using one of her songs in one of your competitions, she would get so unbelievably shy that you'd start wondering if that's really your girlfriend

"ah why'd you do that...?" while blushing

lowkey gets angry at the judges if they don't give you the max score, but keeps silent and rants about it to you after

she gets so riled up because she knows how hard her girlfriend is working for every single competition

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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bastillewolf · 4 years

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Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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honeyy-fics · 3 years

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𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ » SYNOPSIS ; You and your boyfriend are in deep shit. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to piss off a group of over-powered hilichurls. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━#Pairings : Aether x GN! Reader. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━WARNINGS : Crackhead energy. I don’t know what to say but : “you need therapy, Honey.”

—Aether.

So… it probably wasn’t the best idea. I mean, nothing you do is a good idea.

Trying to piss off Hilichurls? Bad. Idea.

Especially Overpowered Ones? Shit, you might as well be called the “Terrorist Couple” after this bullshit.

You were braiding his hair under the shade of a large tree. And then it came out of his mouth out of absolutely NO WHERE.

“Hey… do you wanna piss off some hilichurls?”

You paused, looking at him as if he was your soulmate. I mean but who said he wasn’t-

“Fuck yeah I do bro.”

He looked back at you with the most fuck-boy face you would ever be able to see on a person. You returned this with a fuck-boy lip-bite.

You both deadass got up at the same time, held hands, and skipped your fucking way over to the nearest camp.

Spoiler alert, turns out you two had no idea that those hoes were over-fucking-powered.

While still not knowing this, you both woke up the camp.

And holy shit, get your Bible, these demons were ANGRY.

Lowkey one hit from these mfs was enough to signal that you messed tf up.

You going to hell now, heaven doesn’t want you.

“-10345”

Ah shit. You messed up now, didn’t you?

Only Option Now : BOP THAT MF AND RUN

That’s the only thing you idiots can do now.

HIT AND GO. HIT AND GO. HIT AND FUCKING GOOOOOOO!

You two were running for your damn life with a pyro hilichurl chasing you with a club on fire. NO THANKS DUDE.

Thankfully, it stopped chasing you after a while. But, you two are now traumatized by strong monsters.

You two never EVER did that again. You check which ones are safe before you fuck with the rug-faced hoes ಠ_ಠ

[…I don’t know what to say. Honestly, I just got bored and started writing whatever came to mind. <33 thank you for reading lol]

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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xx(x)ii

Jungkook is an amazing lover.

He’s always so gentle, so restrained...so attentive.

But, you find yourself wondering if he wants you as much as you want him.

Tonight, he decides to address your curiosity.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, swearing, JUNGKOOK!!! (can he leave my brain alone plz? Like deadass I miss Yoongi.)

A/N: Hi, I’m back with another episode of JEON JUNGKOOK CAN NOT AND WILL NOT LET ME LIVE SO, HERE IS ANOTHER PIECE OF FILTH. anywaysss I love you, if you liked it, please let me know :D

Happy Valentines Day >:)

Here’s the thing.

Sex with Jungkook is top notch.

It’s good shit.

Crème de la crème.

Jungkook is probably the sweetest boyfriend in the observable universe.

He’s so attentive and, considerate both in and out of the bedroom.

He kisses you like you’re the only person in the world.

Like you’re the only person in the universe…

Sex often happens organically but, there are times when the two of you have to plan a night alone together due to your busy schedules.

And listen!

Sex with Jungkook is amazing, as you’ve mentioned but, you do have lingering concerns at the back of your mind.

#1 Jungkook always lets you cum first. You have a sneaking suspicion that the he might be a robot because, he can literally hold off his orgasm forever. Which is fine! But, there are nights when you want to watch him fall apart and enjoy himself but, it always seems like he’s holding back for your benefit.

#2 He never talks about sex. It’s like the two of you will go at it and, it will be great but, afterwards it’s as if it never even happened. He holds you close to him afterwards and, presses little kisses to your forehead. Which is wonderful! But, sometimes you wish you felt a little sexier… sometimes you don’t feel like you turn him on in every day life.

But, that could be your insecurities talking…

#3 Jungkook’s made you cum so hard, you literally cried. Like actual tears. You still think about that night sometimes…

Or all the time.

Jungkook had planned a surprise party for you for your birthday and, after everyone had left (or passed out in the living room) Jungkook took you into the bedroom and, ate you out until you were (literally) crying. But you don’t think you’ve ever given him that kind of pleasure before. He always finishes when he’s with you so, it must be enjoyable for him but, like you said. He’s so collected about sex, sometimes you wish you were able to make him feel the way he makes you feel.

Needless to say, these concerns have been eating at you for some time and, right now might not be the best time to bring them up due to the fact that the two of you are just chilling in bed together but, you can’t help yourself anymore.

“Babe?” You murmur against his chest, tilting your head to glance up towards him.

His arm is around you as it has been for the last hour or so and, at the sound of your voice he pats your hip, “Hm?”

But he doesn’t look at you; his eyes are trained on the television screen.

“Can I ask you something?”

Immediately, he grabs the remote from the nightstand and pauses the movie, “Yeah of course. Is everything ok?”

Your teeth find the inside of your lower lip, nibbling on it nervously, “Yeah yeah, it’s kind of silly honestly but, it’s been on my mind for a little bit and um-“

Jungkook’s brow furrows with concern, “You can ask me whatever you want, are you sure you’re ok though?”

You sit up then, “Yeah I’m ok, I just-“ Cutting yourself off again, you start to wish you would have waited to bring this up a different time but, you couldn’t wait any longer, “Is there anything I don’t know about you?”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment “I don’t know think so? I mean, there might be a few things but, they aren’t important enough to think of right now. Why?”

His tone is gentle but, you can sense the confusion.

You aren’t asking him what you really want to ask him…

“Ok, I’m just gonna ask you because, I don’t know how else to say it but, please don’t judge me, I’m just curious-“ You blurt out and, it’s so abrupt that Jungkook can’t help but, chuckle.

He takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over his knuckles, “Jagi it’s me. You can ask me anything you want; you don’t need to be nervous…”

His touch soothes your nerves a little bit but, the hammering beat of your heart is getting worse.

“Do you have any kinks?”

Jungkook feels his own heart stall in his chest at your question.

This is definitely not what he was expecting but, he isn’t put off by it.

“Kinks?” He checks and, as you nod rapidly in response, he smirks fondly.

“Yeah like things that turn you on or whatever. Things I don’t know about…”

Jungkook’s smirk still lingers on his lips but, his cheeks rosy at your question.

“I don’t think there is anything you don’t know.” He begins, wracking his brain for a more specific answer, “By kinks you mean like weird stuff or just things that turn me on in general?”

You have to admit, Jungkook is surprising you a little bit.

You didn’t think he’d be so open to talking about this right off the bat but, you’re going to roll with it anyway.

A giggle passes by your lips at his word choice and, he grins at the sound; he really likes when you laugh.

“I guess both? I don’t really feel like I know what you like and, sometimes…” You hesitate again, licking your lips, “I don’t know, I just wanna make you feel good...”

Jungkook feels a flutter within his chest. Suddenly the movie the two of you were just watching doesn’t seem so interesting…

“You always make me feel good.” He states immediately, tilting his head again to try and catch your eyes with his own, grinning whilst he does, “Seriously, you know that right?”

No.

You don’t know that.

But, you don’t want the conversation to turn into him consoling you.

You’re on a mission.

“Yeah I do…” You scoot closer to him so, your knees are touching, your hands still intertwined with his, “I’m just curious.”

He isn’t completely convinced but, he moves on, focusing on your question instead, “I like when we have sex in the morning, it’s really slow and lazy almost. I usually cum faster in the morning. I don’t know why,” His dark eyes flit to you, scanning over your face, “I like you a lot in the morning actually. You’re so soft and warm and, you hold me tighter. I don’t know, it’s really hot.”

Jungkook is getting slightly worked up but, he does his best to hide it. He isn’t sure if having sex is a part of this conversation but, he doesn’t want to assume.

“I didn’t know that,” You begin, your voice a tad smaller than before, “I like morning sex too. Especially when we don’t have to be anywhere. What else?”

Jungkook smirks but, he continues thinking, trying to pin point specific things, “I really like your lace underwear but, I have thing for those plain black ones, like the ones that look like little shorts?” He ventures, his eyes subconsciously flitting to your thighs, wondering if you have them on right now.

“Boy shorts?” You offer, biting your lip when you notice his wandering gaze.

He nods, bringing his eyes back to yours, “Yeah. They’re really cute, I like when you wear those with one of your t-shirts-“ He bites his lip, “I like when you leave them on too, when I touch you. Or when I’m inside of you…”

It’s a little ridiculous how easily Jungkook turns you on. You really want this conversation to be extensive but, your body is trying to make other plans.

“I’m wearing them right now.” You point out, smirking slightly and, Jungkook raises his brows, his eyes flitting to your hips again.

“Do you really need your pants on right now then? It’s kind of warm in here…” He suggests cheekily, his hands moving towards your hips.

“Wait-“ You giggle, placing your hands on top of his, “I’ll take them off but, I want to know more…”

Jungkook grins, “I’ll tell you more then.”

You eye him suspiciously, ensuring that he’s going to behave before hitching your fingers under the waistband of your pants and, tugging them off.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, nodding in approval, “Yeah, those are definitely the ones-“ Dragging his eyes away from your underwear, he leans back against the pillows and, pats his lap, “Come here.”

His voice is so deep right now, it sounds like he’s just woken up.

He smirks at you fondly, pushing away some of the loose strands of his black hair.

“You said you’d tell me more.” You point out teasingly.

Jungkook chuckles, nodding in agreement, “I will. Just come sit on my lap first.”

You don’t want to resist him.

His lap looks so inviting.

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and, basketball shorts and, his freshly washed hair is a disheveled mess but, he looks so good.

“Promise?”

He chuckles again, his hands finding your hips, “Promise.”

You pretend to huff with hesitation but, you’re obviously bluffing, “Fine.”

Jungkook tugs you into his lap, his hands immediately smoothing up your outer thighs before squeezing at your hips, “Much better.” He glances up at you through his lashes, “To continue on with your question. This is another thing that turns me on.”

Your skin comes alive beneath his touch, your hands taking purchase atop his shoulders, “When I sit in your lap?”

He shakes his head at first, “No- well yeah but, I’m taking about these…” He squeezes your hips again, “I know they aren’t your favorite thing but, they’re definitely one of mine. I think about marking them up sometimes but, I don’t know if that’s taking it too far.” He chuckles and, for the first time you sense a bit of nerves within his tone.

“Is that another kink then? Marking me?” You use the growing confidence inside of you to continue your quest for knowledge.

“I think just marking in general. My neck is really sensitive so, when you kiss me there or bite me, you know…it feels really good.” A breathless laugh leaves his lips, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment, “I’m still a little confused, I feel like you know all this stuff already.”

You knew most of it but, it was mainly through trial and error.

He isn’t wrong though.

You’re not really getting to the point.

You’re not really telling him how you’re feeling.

“I do. I just-“ You glance down, the collar of his t-shirt becoming very interesting, “I don’t feel like- ugh this sounds so dumb but, you’re always so calm during sex and, you always let me finish first and, I feel like I don’t turn you on as much as you turn me on? I’m not upset or anything I was just curious and, I wanted to see if there was something I missed or, if there was something you liked that we hadn’t talked about.”

You’re worried you ruined the mood.

Things had been quite playful until this point and, you don’t want the whole night to turn into Jungkook feeling like he needs to reassure you.

“Babe…” He ventures and, his voice is softer than you expected, “Look at me.” He urges softly, tilting your chin up towards him, “Do you really think you don’t turn me on?”

You feel a little breathless at the bit of intensity in his gaze but, when he chuckles in disbelief, you relax slightly.

“Sometimes. “ You admit and, instantly, he uses his free hand to slowly bring yours to the seam of his shorts.

He isn’t fully hard but, his dick is definitely not flaccid and, just the feeling of him beneath your hand makes your panties grow a little damper.

“Do you feel that? You’ve been turning me on this whole time. You turn me on all the time actually; it’s kind of annoying…” He laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, “Baby-“ He kisses towards your ear, lowering his voice to a whisper, “You seriously don’t know how sexy I think you are?”

You find yourself melting in his lap, pressing yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You just make me feel so-“ Your breath catches a bit as he continues placing kisses down the curve of your face, lingering against your jawline, “You just always seem really calm when it comes to sex and, I just didn’t know if was as good for you as it is for me.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck as he tucks his face into it, his lips sucking lightly on the skin there, “You think I don’t like it as much as you hm? You think you don’t ruin me too? With your breathy little voice and, your pretty hips? Do you really think I don’t think about how good it is?”

You’re in for it now, you can tell.

Your boyfriend is a sweet man but, he’s also fiercely competitive and, the way he’s talking to you makes it sound like he’s hell bent on proving your theory wrong.

“I don’t know what you think about.” You murmur honestly, running your fingers through his hair as he continues kissing down your neck.

“I think about you- all the time. I think about your kisses,” He punctuates the next few phrases with a touch of his lips, “your hands, your hips, your neck- How pretty you are when you cum for me, how good you feel.. I think about how well you know me and my body. I think about the way you touch me, you’re doing it right now jagi. You don’t even know.”

His accent peaks through as he grows more sincere and, the desire he begins to feel takes over his senses.

“See?” He asks into your neck, and before you even answer, he’s leading your hand back to his length, which is rock solid now, throbbing beneath your touch, “Do you think anyone else makes me feel this way? I’m so hard right now and, you’ve barely touched me…” He urges, resting his forehead against yours as you squeeze over him, “We all get insecure sometimes and, that’s ok but, jagi…” He breathes, chuckling darkly, “This isn’t something to worry about, I promise.”

“No?” You answer back immediately, relishing in his attention, quickly slipping your hand beneath his shorts. The feeling of his throbbing dick in your grasp is enough to ruin your underwear but, you don’t care.

You just want to make him feel good.

He smirks, his eyes lulling a bit with the pleasure your hand is providing, “Fuck no. You’re like-“ He grunts as you begin stroking up and down his length, “You’re like heaven on earth. “ His eyes squeeze shut for a moment before a rushed request leaves his lips, “Keep doing that…please.”

His head falls back against the pillows, exposing the muscular column of his throat to you. Jungkook’s lips part as a shaky breath escapes. You lean forward in his lap, kissing along the curve of his collar bone as your hand increases it’s speed on his dick.

Jungkook’s eyes close as a small moan leaves his lips, his tongue wetting them immediately after.

“You’re so hot…” You whine in agony, giggling slightly and, this causes him to chuckle, his eyes peeking open whilst his hands begin squeezing at your hips.

“You can’t say shit like that. I just got these shorts and, I don’t want to ruin them.”

Interesting.

You have a hunch but, you decide to press your luck anyway, as you kiss your way up towards his ear, “But you are,” You insist, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip, “You’re making me wet, just looking at you.”

“Fuck.” He breathes, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath, “You’re wet for me?”

“Mhm…” You hum, pressing your hips down against him and your hand, “You just look so good.”

His eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to reign in his release, which is approaching far too rapidly.

You don’t give him time to recover though and, instead you nibble on his earlobe before you deliver your next question, “I wanna suck it. Can I? Can I put you in my mouth.”

Jungkook is in agony at the tone of your voice and, although he wants to be between your lips, he knows he won’t be able to last for you if he is.

“I won’t last in your mouth babe and, I want to be inside of you.”

You’re quick to shut him down, “I want your cum in my throat though.” You insist right into his ear, “Please? Can I have it?”

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, trying to get ahold of himself, his eyes opening wide, “Jesus- you’re gonna kill me.” He chuckles, turning so his lips find yours. The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, especially because you haven’t stopped your motions on his dick. “You really want to suck my dick that bad hm?”

You giggle in response, nodding, “Just real quick.”

“It’s going to be quick, that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Please?” You whisper this time, kissing against his pillowy lips, “I want to make you feel good.”

Jungkook’s dick twitches in your grip and, you’re starting to think that praise is another hidden kink he has.

“I’m all yours…” He murmurs, kissing you once more, a bit of intensity looming in his eyes. He moves his hands from your hips to tug his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tan expanse of his body to you.

He’s been working out more and, the ridges and planes of his toned muscles are proof of his hard work.

You want to kiss every inch of him.

But, right as you’re about to, he stops you, taking your chin between his fingers and, directing your attention back towards him, “Hey.”

With bated breath, you stare into his eyes, waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“I’m not going to last long but, I need you to know something…” He tightens his grip on you before leaning in and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, “when you make me cum, cause I know this pretty mouth of yours is going to-“ He nibbles on your bottom lip, lowering his tone, “when you make me cum, you need to know that no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. When I’m saying your name under my breath and, my toes are curling into the sheets,” He bites harder this time, and as you whimper he smirks, “When I’m trying to stay quiet so, Jin hyung doesn’t bust in here and, kick my ass…” The two of you giggle breathlessly at that, kissing one another again, “you need to know that you’re the only one I want. You gotta remember that for me ok? You gotta remember that you’re my girl and, that there is no one else for me.”

You heart is full and, although the sentiment is sexual, it’s also laced with all of the other emotions the two of you feel towards each other.

“I love you.” You smile softly, nudging your nose against his.

Jungkook chuckles, letting his smirk linger on his lips as he releases your chin, “I love you too jagi.”

Your lips are on his length in a matter of seconds, sucking him with everything you have, using your hand to assist you in making him cum.

Jungkook’s stomach his trembling beneath the weight of pleasure crushing his body. He’s arching slightly off the bed, his face tightening as his fingers tuck into your hair, “Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum.”

He sounds broken up by it, as if he wanted it to last longer but, before you know it, he’s spilling into your lips, his hips jerking with the force of his orgasm. Jungkook bites the back of his hand when he does, moaning into it, just as he said he would, staring down at you in awe as, he gives you everything he has.

You make good on your plans and, swallow it all, a sense of satisfaction washing over you.

With a few kisses pressed to his hips, Jungkook is ready to have you in his arms again.

He kisses you as soon as you clamber on top of him, showing no signs of slowing down.

You’re back in your original spot, except this time, your boyfriend is completely naked and, his hand is quickly tucking into your panties.

“Can I touch you here?” He smirks, and although the word is a little cheesy you can’t help but notice how incredibly naughty he sounds, his eyes looming with a renewed sense of desire.

You nod, your thighs trembling as the pads of his fingers press on your clit, rubbing back and forth. You’re completely drenched for him at this point and, desperate enough to rub up against him if that’s all you were able to do.

But, you’re Jungkook’s girl and, Jungkook’s girl gets the best of the best.

“I can feel how tight you are and, I’m not even inside of you…” His fingers aren’t either but, he can feel how tense the muscles of your pussy are and, he is dead set on unraveling each one, “Your clit is throbbing underneath my fingers baby, does this feel good?”

All you can do is nod, breathing heavily as you rut against his hand. You want him to keep talking, it’s so hot and, so unlike him but, you want to drown in his voice.

“Yeah? It feels good when I rub your clit like this? What about if I do this?” His smirk broadens as his face rubbing against yours as he tucks a finger inside of you, hooking it up towards your g-spot.

The sensation makes you gasp and, he chuckles darkly at the sound, biting the apple of your cheek as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, “Jagiya, you feel that?” He teases, his accent thicker than ever, increasing the pace inside of you, “You already got me hard again…”

Needless to say, you urge him to abandon his current mission and, instead the two of you aid in slipping him inside of you.

It doesn’t last long either.

You’ve been wet for nearly an hour and, after watching him cum, you’re far too sensitive to hold off your orgasm.

It’s been about 10 minutes and, Jungkook has secured you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you once again.

He’s pressed a kiss to your forehead at least a dozen times and, you’ve been tracing shapes into his back.

It’s a comfortable silence you don’t feel like breaking for the moment.

So, you don’t.

The two of you stay cuddled up like that, kissing and touching on one another until the lure of sleep becomes too much to resist.

When you do succumb to it, you dream of the man you fell asleep with.

Thankfully for you, your subconscious plays the events of the evening once more.

And the next morning, when you wake up wet, Jungkook has no problem showing you just how much he wants you-

All over again.

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