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shuaflix · 2 years ago

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driving lessons for dummies

❝ i can't parallel park, but i know all the lyrics to 'driver's license' by olivia rodrigo now. ❞

PAIRING ▸ kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, weed consumption, mc has the worst luck imaginable, soonyoung is down horrendous, there is a minor car crash, very minor description of blood, hurt/comfort, almost car sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), grinding, oral (fem. receiving), praise, lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names (both sexy and unsexy), friend group shenanigans

SUMMARY ▸ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment.

PLAYLIST ▸ new romantics by taylor swift • see you again by tyler, the creator, kali uchis

WORD COUNT ▸ 16,834 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is representation for all the girlies out there who can't drive. not me but

ONE OF THE MOST COMMON STEREOTYPES PERPETUATED AGAINST WOMEN WAS THAT THEY WERE DEEMED TERRIBLE DRIVERS.

That, or they just flat-out couldn’t drive to save their lives.

This sexist notion dated back to when the automobile was created, when driving was physically demanding work and men insisted they handled operating the vehicles themselves. Now, though, plenty of women drove just fine, but misogyny was the only thing keeping the stereotype relevant.

After all, the only reason why women were considered “bad drivers” was because a man decided they were.

Screw all the women who revolutionized the automobile industry, right? Despite them being highly discouraged to take on the labor required of men, it was Bertha Benz who drove the furthest in a motorized carriage than anyone else. It was Anne French who was the first woman to receive a driver’s license. It was Marget Wilcox who invented the car heater, Mary Anderson who created windshield wipers, and Hedy Lamar who designed the wireless transmission technology that made the innovation of the GPS possible.

No matter how high that glass ceiling was, even if a woman demolished and obliterated it to pieces, there would always be a man out there who would push her right back down.

Unfortunately, you were nowhere near smashing that glass ceiling because you had failed your permit test six times.

Yes, it was embarrassing, but you were determined to get your license. At your age, it was getting ridiculous that you had consistently failed your permit test this many times. Plus, you were getting tired of asking all of your friends for rides. You envisioned picking them up in your new car with your shiny new license, grinning smugly at the shocked looks on their faces.

“I don’t think God wants you on the road,” Wen Junhui, your best friend since middle school, said as he dropped you off at the DMV. “If you fail a seventh time, I would personally just use public transportation for the rest of my life.”

“If a sixteen-year-old can pass it without studying, then I can pass it,” you insisted. “Plus, I read the entire manual last night.”

“Yeah, except the sixteen-year-old passed it on their first or second try, and this is your seventh.”

“Well, seventh time’s the charm, right?”

“Right,” he replied, doubtful. He stopped the car in front of the DMV to let you out. “Well, good luck. I’m gonna go get gas and I’ll come back for you.”

“Thanks, Jun!” you chirped. “I swear I’ll pass it this time.”

“Sure.”

“Have some faith in me, please.”

When Junhui drove away, you steeled your nerves to mentally prepare yourself—not for the test but for interacting with the DMV employees. You weren’t a fan of being verbally abused by them, especially after having them roll their eyes at you the last six times you had to tell them you failed.

But today would be different.

Thankfully, the DMV wasn’t too busy today. You only had to wait twenty minutes until they called your number. After handing them the proper paperwork, you were directed to the computers to take the permit test.

Since you were an adult, you only needed to get 30 questions correct out of 36. You had learned your lesson by now, so you actually studied the handbook this time. It took a while to admit to yourself that you weren’t blessed with common sense.

First question. Wrong.

Second question. Wrong.

Third question. Wrong.

What was happening?

By the time you had gotten five questions wrong in a row, your hands were shaking. The pressure started to set back in, and you were terrified about failing this exam a seventh time. Junhui would be so disappointed if you told him you failed again.

You felt the back of your shirt cling to your skin once the sixth question was incorrect. This was ridiculous; you had studied, but these questions were strangely specific. It was like someone at the DMV had it out for you.

Maybe Junhui was right. Maybe God didn’t want you on the road.

You felt like your brain had entered auto-pilot to protect yourself from the discouraging loss of your permit yet again. You clicked through the rest of the questions mindlessly, hardly thinking about anything until—

You passed!

The white screen flashed in your face for about a minute before you could register it properly. All you could do was blink and stare until you pinched your wrist to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

Had you really gotten the rest of the 30 questions right after your consecutive failed attempts? You were so worked up over the six you missed that the rest felt like a blur. Maybe the problem was that you had been overthinking the test this entire time.

“I did it,” you breathed out to the woman at the counter, still in disbelief. “I passed.”

“Congratulations,” she replied with little enthusiasm. She turned to grab papers from her printer, stapled them together, and handed you your brand new permit. “Have a nice day now.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, slightly distracted as you inspected your learner’s permit with wide eyes.

You had been waiting for this day for so long, and here you were, holding the permit you had spent years trying to obtain. You could only imagine how thrilled your parents and friends would be once they found out.

Speaking of friends, when you checked your phone, you saw that Junhui had texted you five minutes ago that he was parked outside. He probably expected you to walk out with a gloomy expression and slumped shoulders, but you had a skip in your step this time. You finally had good news for your best friend.

“Jun!” you yelled before you even opened the door to the passenger’s seat. “Jun, Jun, Jun, Jun!”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said sympathetically, but something about his automatic response definitely felt practiced, “you’ll get it next time.”

“No, Jun, I passed!”

His eyes went wide. “You did?!”

“I did!” You squealed and practically jumped into the seat. Sinking back, a wide grin stretched across your face. “I finally did it.”

“Yo, congrats.” Junhui grinned. “I guess the seventh time really is the charm, huh?” He started his car to pull out of the parking lot. “Well, now you just have to pass the driving test.”

Your face fell.

You had been thinking about the permit test for so long that you forgot there was an actual driving component, too.

First of all, you had never driven a vehicle in your life, not even illegally with friends. Second of all, you had terrible depth perception, which was probably not a great flaw to have if you wanted to drive. Thirdly, everything you prepared for the permit test had completely ejected from your brain. Your road sense was back to utterly clueless.

“I’m gonna fail,” you said, defeated. “Jesus Christ, Jun, I didn’t even think about the actual driving test!”

“Relax, driving’s easy once you get the hang of it,” he replied. “What you should really be worrying about is how expensive those lessons are.”

“How much are they?”

“Uh, like, close to a few hundred.”

“Total?”

“No, per lesson.”

“Per lesson?!” you cried. “Just for someone to tell me where to turn and brake? I can’t afford that!”

“I’m guessing most of it is because they’re willingly sitting in a car with someone who doesn’t know shit about driving,” he explained, “but, yeah, it’s a crazy price. You do need to get that license before your permit expires, though, and you should probably get it done while you’re still here for college so you don’t run over the elementary schoolers back home.”

You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud groan. “How am I gonna dish out hundreds of dollars? I don’t have that kind of money to spend when I have rent to pay off.”

The corner of Junhui’s mouth lifted, more so exasperated than amused when he said, “I think I might know a guy.”

Kwon Soonyoung.

Junhui sent you his number after he dropped you off at your apartment. Apparently, Soonyoung was one of his good friends who also happened to have a side gig where he gave out driving lessons at a discounted price. Of course, the downside was that Soonyoung wasn’t exactly certified to teach people how to drive, but he was allegedly a good driver.

His lessons were normally for high schoolers, and he charged their parents around a hundred. For adults over the age of 21, though, he had a special offer that you couldn’t resist.

You texted him to ask if he had any open spots for you. He took a few days to reply, but you eventually got a two-hour slot for the next week. You weren’t sure how effective his lessons would be, but you figured you would give it a shot since he was your age and giving out classes for cheap.

When the day of your lessons rolled around, you were slightly anxious while you were waiting for him to arrive. You needed Junhui to reassure you for hours last night, promising that no, Soonyoung was not going to kidnap and murder you. He was a student at your university, actually, and he was a public health major who never had a murderous thought in his life.

soonyoung (driving instructor): i’m outside your house

Okay, if he wasn’t a murderer, then the least he could do was not text you like one.

After replying with an omw that autocorrected to On my way! and left you feeling very distressed that your communication sounded overly-enthusiastic, you worked up the courage to walk outside to his Honda Accord.

“Hi,” you greeted shyly when you opened the door. “You’re Soonyoung, right?”

Honestly, you didn’t care if he was Soonyoung or not. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. Even if he wasn’t Kwon Soonyoung, you would happily let him kidnap you. Maybe you’d even blush a little because he picked you of all people to kidnap.

He turned to look at you, seeming a little surprised that you opened the door but smiling nevertheless. “Yeah, that’s me. You’re Y/N?”

When you nodded, he got out of the driver’s seat and motioned for you to take it. You skirted around the car to sit inside while Soonyoung took the passenger’s seat.

You also got a glance of his off-brand, beige Fear of God Essentials sweater that read M.I.L.F. Hunter instead. Classy.

“So, you came to me because you didn’t wanna give up your semester’s worth of college tuition for driving lessons,” Soonyoung said with an overwhelming air of confidence.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You huffed. “Here, I heard this was your payment.”

You handed him a paper bag, not bothering to take out the receipt from the dispensary. Inside was the King Louis XIII STIIZY pod. One gram.

“Ah, good. You know your stuff.”

Soonyoung hummed as he examined the box, and you were just wondering when he would get to business and start showing you the controls in his car. You were slightly overwhelmed by his impressively relaxed demeanor. Maybe it would have been better if you settled for an uptight woman in her sixties. Pretty boys were always trouble.

“You made the right choice coming to me. I’m a much better driver than those hags from the driving schools around here,” he continued. It was like he could read your mind; it was almost terrifying. “Plus, way less likely that I’ll get a heart attack in the passenger’s seat.”

He was a total weirdo, but he was hot, so you supposed it canceled out in some obscure, mathematical sense.

“That’s… good to hear, I think,” you replied. “So, are you, like, good at this?”

“Are you kidding? I’m basically the Lebron of driving.”

“I see.” You nodded along, unsure. “I don’t watch football, so…”

“He plays basketball, but close enough.”

After spending about thirty minutes explaining all of the controls—from hand signals, to the dashboard, to the indicator—Soonyoung decided it was time for you to start driving on your own. You didn’t expect to move this quickly; actually, you didn’t think you’d even start driving until your second lesson. Thankfully, you gathered most of what Soonyoung had taught you, so you mustered up the courage to press your foot on the brakes and move the gear shift into drive.

You looked over at Soonyoung expectantly, waiting for him to give you the green light to start driving. The boy only raised a brow at you, wondering why you hadn’t started driving yet.

“Today would be nice,” he remarked.

“Uh, should I start now?”

“Sorry, I don’t have a starting pistol for you or anything.” He made a finger gun with his hand and pretended to fire. “On your mark, get set—”

“Okay, going,” you replied quickly, flushing with embarrassment. You pressed down on the accelerator and gasped as the car lurched forward. “Sorry!”

“Slowly!” Soonyoung cried out, holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle, which you found highly unnecessary and felt somewhat offended about. “Press down slowly—gentle.”

The next hour of your lessons was a learning curve, to say the least. In your defense, it was your very first time driving, so you didn’t know you were actually supposed to look behind you before you switched lanes. Although Soonyoung kept reminding you, his instructions kept slipping your mind because you were focusing on several things at once.

You sucked.

You were probably honked at around eight times and flipped off twice. It was a humbling experience, really. There was only so much a DMV victim could take, so you eventually had to pull over and try not to cry while Soonyoung consoled you.

“C’mon, you probably didn’t even do anything wrong. It’s just their road rage,” he said, trying to duck his head to get a better look at you while you had your hands covering your face. “Plus, all those assholes were driving way over the speed limit. You were the responsible one back there.”

You sniffled, sucking in a shuddering breath before you gathered your composure. It wasn’t like you to be so vulnerable in front of a stranger like this, but it was probably the nerves of your first time driving coupled with the nerves of driving (and potentially damaging) someone else’s car.

“You’re right.” You wiped at your damp cheek. “Fuck them. They couldn’t pass a driving test if they tried.”

“Well, technically, they already have.”

“Not helping.”

He smirked. “Are you good to keep driving? Or do you wanna wrap this session up for today?”

“Let’s keep going.” You set the car in drive again, but you looked over at Soonyoung before you did anything else. “Thanks, by the way. I’m guessing most of your students don’t usually pull over to cry during their lesson.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t say it’s happened before, but it’s not a bad thing.”

It was a good thing that you were able to hide your blush from Soonyoung. With the clearly embarrassing impression you were making on him, it would have been mortifying if he found out that he was also making you flustered.

For the next thirty minutes, you slowly started to get more comfortable behind the wheel. Soonyoung was thankfully not overbearing as most instructors normally were, so you didn’t end up flinching every time he spoke.

He made light conversation to make you feel at ease, which you appreciated greatly. At first, you just nodded or hummed in response, as you were too afraid to do anything but stare at the road ahead, but you eventually steeled your nerves and replied with actual words. Soonyoung was a natural conversationalist, so you didn’t have to worry about your awkward pauses or stumbling over your words. He led the conversation, sharing random tidbits of his life that you wouldn’t expect to hear from someone the first time you met them.

Everything seemed to be going perfectly normal until Soonyoung started queuing songs to play.

The problem wasn’t the music. The problem was that Soonyoung had stopped teaching you to drive, allowing you to fend for your life while he sat back and relaxed. You weren’t sure if normal people were able to loosen up so easily while being driven by a complete amateur.

Soonyoung must’ve been from a different planet, you decided. Some planet out there that deemed him the Lebron of driving.

“Uh,” you started, “aren’t you gonna tell me where to go?”

Soonyoung opened his mouth, as if he was going to ask what you meant, but then his demeanor completely shifted.

“Pull over to the curb,” he instructed, “now.”

“What?” Your pulse raced, and you were scared that you had fucked up somehow. You checked your mirrors to make sure you hadn’t cut anyone off or anything, but there was no one behind you. Swallowing thickly, you pulled over to the curb as best as you could and parked the car, shooting your driving instructor a nervous glance. “Did I do something wr—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Soonyoung whispered, silencing you with a wave of his hand. “This is the best part.”

Your jaw clenched as Olivia Rodrigo’s vocals were drowned out by Soonyoung’s off-key singing. This was why he wanted you to pull over?

“I knew we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one!” he belted out. “C’mon, sing with me—oh, and I just can’t imagine how you could be so okay now that I’m gone!”

You folded your arms across your chest. With a reluctant sigh, you gave in and started singing along with Soonyoung.

You weren’t exactly ready for your driving test, but after two more lessons with Soonyoung, you felt more confident about being on the road. Sure, you almost ran over a pedestrian once and drove on the wrong side of the road the other day, but at least you were capable of handling a vehicle mostly by yourself.

There were times where you wondered if your driving lessons would be more productive with a proper instructor, not Soonyoung. He surely knew how to drive (save for when he went over the speed limit and only slowed down when he saw a cop car), but he was more focused on messing around instead of actually teaching you. You were pretty sure that he saved his proper instruction for high school students with parents, and you were just someone he liked to mess around with.

That didn’t stop you from scheduling another lesson with him, though. It was going to be another trip to the dispensary for you.

“How’re the driving lessons going?” Junhui asked, still nose-deep in his anatomy textbook.

The two of you were preparing for your upcoming midterms in a study room, but all you could think about was the little notification on your phone screen telling you that Soonyoung requested to follow you on Instagram. How long were you supposed to wait until you accepted his request? Would it be weird if you followed him back right away?

“I can’t parallel park, but I know all the lyrics to ‘Driver’s License’ by Olivia Rodrigo now,” you answered. “I’ve also been honked at thirteen times.”

You counted. Mostly because each honk kept you up at night, staring up at your popcorn ceiling, wondering why everyone (a driver who probably didn’t even remember your face) hated you.

“Ah,” Junhui mused, smiling a little to himself, “so it’s going well.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you mumbled. “But he’s nice. He doesn’t make me feel like crying. I think my dad would make me cry.”

Your phone buzzed while Junhui started going off on a tangent about how your dad was, indeed, a scary man. (There was an incident during parent’s weekend in freshman year where your father walked into your dorm room to see Junhui sitting on your bed. Completely misunderstanding the situation, your poor friend got lectured for almost an hour.) Soonyoung’s contact name flashed across your screen, and you were itching to read his text.

Once you and Junhui settled back into studying, you turned on your phone to check your messages.

soonyoung (driving instructor): i see you in the first floor study room soonyoung (driving instructor): come to the second floor study room for a good time

Terrifying. But you were intrigued.

After excusing yourself for a moment, making some lame excuse about needing to use the bathroom, you slipped out of your study room to head upstairs. You realized you had never actually seen Soonyoung on campus before, so a strange feeling of excitement consumed you, making your body feel light and your chest feel giddy.

Outside one of the study rooms, you heard echoes of laughter and conversation, which made you feel instantly nervous. You were invited, though, so you steeled your nerves and opened the door cautiously.

“Hi,” you greeted quietly, glancing over at the three strangers before your eyes landed on Soonyoung, who grinned once he saw you.

The four of them weren’t exactly studying. Two of them were fiddling with the flatscreen fixed to the wall, trying to connect a Nintendo Switch to it; one of them was sliding joy-cons into controllers; and Soonyoung, who had his legs kicked up on the table previously, was standing up to walk over to you.

“You came!” His tone made it seem like he was doubtful that you’d actually show up, so you were glad to prove him wrong. “Oh, yeah, this is Seungcheol and Mingyu”—he gestured toward the two who were setting up the TV, and then he pointed at the guy with the joy-cons—“and this is Seungkwan.”

“Hey,” the three of them chorused in broken unison.

“Wanna play Smash Bros with us?” Soonyoung asked. “Perchance.”

“You can’t just say ‘perchance,’ dude,” one of the guys setting up the TV said.

“I think it’s applicable, Mingyu,” the other guy said, whom you now deduced was Seungcheol. “Conceivably.”

“There’s no reason for either of you to use the words ‘perchance’ or ‘conceivably’ at all,” Seungkwan chimed in.

“Ignore them,” Soonyoung said, holding the door open wider for you before you even gave him an answer. “They’re just idiots.”

“You’re the biggest idiot here!” Seungcheol protested. He turned to you and explained, “He’s, like, the final boss idiot.”

Mingyu snickered. “Final idiot.”

You found yourself giggling a little, distracted by their banter as you walked inside the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Soonyoung slid into the one next to you, even though he was sitting next to Seungkwan earlier. You were glad that none of his friends made you feel like your presence was strange or unwelcome, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward.

While Soonyoung was asking Seungcheol if he had finished connecting his Switch to the TV, you pulled out your phone to text Junhui.

y/n: i’m playing smash bros??? with soonyoung on the second floor y/n: wanna join?

jun: my anatomy midterm is in 3 days, 2 hours, and 26 minutes and all i know rn is that tissues are to wipe my tears after i fail this exam, negative feedback is all im getting back from my professor, and brain cells r what im deficient in

y/n: ok damn i’ll take that as a no

jun: i’ll be in here for the next 3 days whenever u decide to come back

y/n: it’ll take an hour tops y/n: pls don’t camp here for 3 whole days

“Jun’s not coming,” you announced.

You heard a chorus of groans.

Great. They were all Wen Junhui fanboys.

After Mingyu and Seungcheol finished setting up the Nintendo Switch, you watched Soonyoung and Seungkwan play the first match. Seungkwan chose Villager (which was sort of fitting for him, actually) and Soonyoung chose Donkey Kong. You honestly had no idea how Smash Bros worked, so you were completely lost while you watched their characters fly around and knock each other off the platform.��

Soonyoung was screaming at one point, threatening Seungkwan with several promises to knock him out, which never happened. Seungkwan, taking a calmer approach, focused on using several commands while Soonyoung was already jumping out of his chair and on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol were on the sidelines, yelling out strategies for them at random and laughing occasionally.

The match ended with Seungkwan being victorious. Soonyoung had gotten so riled up during the game, but he took his defeat like a champ, congratulating his friend and laughing off his loss.

You were just amused at how quickly he switched up.

“You want a turn?” Soonyoung asked you, handing you his controller.

You hesitated. “Uh, I’m not really good at these kinds of games.”

“I’ll help you.”

You were up against Mingyu. He was a formidable opponent at first glance, but you hoped he wasn’t as competitive as the others. Maybe he would show you mercy because it was your first time playing.

You held the controller with stiffly-bent arms, holding it up like you were reading a map. Soonyoung didn’t laugh at you, to your relief, but he gently pushed your hands down and showed you what all of the controls were.

You chose the pink blob named Kirby. You weren’t a gamer by any means, so you had no idea what purpose the pink blob served other than being cute. No one judged you for your selection, though, which you assumed was a good sign.

“Don’t go easy on me,” you mumbled to Mingyu, who grinned in response.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Your heart raced when the countdown started. It felt like the longest three seconds of your life, and you were starting to regret choosing Kirby, who looked harmless in comparison to Mingyu’s character: Samus. You kept telling yourself that it was okay if you lost; you knew how to handle failure since you were pretty bad at virtually everything.

Soonyoung was cheering for your victory as soon as the match started. He was an absolute angel for doing so, but you were afraid you were going to disappoint him.

In Mingyu’s defense, you did tell him not to go easy on you. Unfortunately, the guy really wasn’t holding back at all. In the blink of an eye, you were already astral projecting off the screen.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Maybe you should have swallowed down your pride and asked Mingyu to go easy on you.

Seungcheol playfully punched his friend’s shoulder. “C’mon, dude, it’s her first time.”

“Yeah, why’re you being a dick?” Seungkwan joined in, seeming more excited over having an excuse to target Mingyu than to actually defend you.

“She told me not to go easy on her!” he exclaimed, but no one allowed the poor boy to stand up for himself. With a pout, he turned to you and said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” You laughed. “I’m just bad at this.”

“Here, I’ll help you for the next round.” Soonyoung scooted closer to you until his knee brushed against yours. You couldn’t help but feel a little hot all of a sudden, but you made no effort to move away.

The next round started with you dropping from the revival platform. You felt like your brain went into autopilot. You just heard Soonyoung talking in your ear while his fingers kept brushing against yours, telling you which controls were best for fighting Samus. Everything was going in one ear and out the other; you were so flustered that you could hardly think straight.

You snapped back into reality when you heard three of them screaming, and you looked over with wide eyes to see Mingyu looking shell-shocked himself.

You won.

Soonyoung smiled. “See? You’re a natural.”

“No, it was all you,” you replied, shaking your head. It really was all thanks to Soonyoung because you had no idea what the hell you did. “It was probably just beginner’s luck.”

But, even so, a smile tugged at your lips, and you felt elated from your triumph. You thought back to Soonyoung’s hands brushing against yours, nearly swamping yours in comparison, and your chest felt a little warm.

A little too warm.

You put a pause on driving for a week and a half, informing Soonyoung that you had to focus on midterms before you could think about your driving lessons. Both caused you extreme distress, so you needed to cut one out temporarily.

Junhui really did camp out in the library for three entire days. You brought him food every day and forced him to go back to his apartment to take a shower. When you watched over his study room for him, Soonyoung would swing by and ask how you were doing.

Brief interactions, but they were nice.

You managed to get through your midterms without a single cry session in a bathroom stall. It was honestly a bigger success than your first Smash Bros win.

Soonyoung and you grew a little closer. Two weeks ago, if someone told you that you would be FaceTiming your driving instructor every night before bed, you wouldn’t believe them for a second. Mostly because you assumed you would get a driving instructor who was pushing retirement age, and video calling someone that old at night sounded a little concerning and borderline adulterous.

You learned a lot about him. His go-to breakfast or midnight snack was Frosted Flakes, and he felt a little empty inside if there wasn’t a box of the cereal in his cabinet. He was loud most of the time, but he often got shy or quiet in loud settings; it was highly dependent on the crowd he was with. His love language was sending you pictures of cute animals and saying it was you two. (You also didn’t like calling this a “love language” because that implied there was something deeper than platonic feelings, which you were too afraid to come to terms with.)

“You have to start driving again now that your midterms are over,” Soonyoung said over the phone one night. He was sulking while you were doing your skincare routine, keeping your phone propped up on your desk. “You’re gonna start forgetting what you learned, and then we’re gonna be back to square one.”

He was (slightly) high tonight and you were the first person he called.

You were pretty sure that had to mean something. Unfortunately, you were too guarded to connect the pieces that were laid out perfectly for you.

“You just miss me, huh?” you joked.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Nothing could have prepared you for that response.

You felt your cheeks burn, and you had to physically turn around to hide whatever expression was betraying you. You pretended to examine something behind you, but there was clearly nothing there, so you just looked like an idiot.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. There was a clear difference in your emotions when you spoke to Soonyoung versus when you spoke to his friends.

You didn’t want to compare Soonyoung to Junhui, who you knew since middle school, but you knew that you didn’t feel anything funny in your chest when you interacted with Seungcheol, Seungkwan, or Mingyu. They were great to be around, of course, but it was only Soonyoung who made you walk with a little skip in your step.

You hadn’t had a proper crush in years. Now, you felt like you were overthinking everything and analyzing every little interaction that could possibly be meaningless.

It had only been a few weeks, but you supposed there was no exact timeline for these sorts of things—whatever this thing was.

Whatever it was, though, you were in danger.

“Tomorrow, then,” you said once you regained a sliver of your composure. “Pick me up after your classes.”

“Sure.” He rested his chin in his palm, staring at you with an amused expression. “I’ll bring flowers.”

Possible Ways To Respond: 1. “You’re too sweet! Thank you.” 2. “Flowers? What’s the occasion?” 3. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?”

You went with a secret fourth option.

“Please don’t. I’m allergic.”

True to his word, Soonyoung picked you up after his classes the next day.

You were pretty sure your lessons had gone over the regular quota, so you stopped by at the dispensary earlier to pick up another pod for Soonyoung. He didn’t look as though he was expecting anything when you got in the driver’s seat, though. In fact, he was perplexed when you handed him the paper bag.

“What’s this?” he asked, growing sheepish.

“Your payment,” you replied. “Also, I sort of lied about being allergic to flowers. I’m not allergic to flowers. I don’t know why I said that. I’m allergic to penicillin, though, but I don’t think that sounds remotely close to ‘flowers.’ Maybe I got confused? I don’t know.”

If this was an otome game, you had surely picked the bad relationship ending. Soonyoung’s face fell a little—just enough for you to notice—and you immediately felt guilt swallowing you whole. You meant for your words to sound lighthearted, but maybe they didn’t come across that way.

But, at the same time, you didn’t know where you stood. Wouldn’t it have been unfair to not repay Soonyoung for the lessons? Was it unreasonable that you weren’t actually expecting him to bring you flowers for no reason?

Soonyoung recovered quickly, though, his smiling eyes crinkling at the corners. “So I can bring you flowers.”

“Hypothetically, you could.”

“But you don’t have to pay me anymore.” He looked into the paper bag, examining the STIIZY pod before scoffing. “If I keep stocking up on these, people are gonna think I’m a stoner.”

“Well, I have to pay you for the lessons somehow,” you said. “So, if you don’t want the pods anymore, then I’ll have to start sending you money. I mean, what about gas?”

“You don’t have to worry about my gas tank.” He chuckled at your words and sat back to get comfortable. “What you should worry about is not hitting the curb.”

You flushed hotly. “Right.”

The first hour went smoothly. Soonyoung was impressed that you were gradually getting more and more comfortable behind the wheel, and he even congratulated you for changing lanes without muttering prayers under your breath. You were beginning to feel less overwhelmed with everything you were supposed to focus on, and you were certain that you were so close to everything clicking at once.

That was, until a car crashed right into you on a local road.

Thankfully, you and the other driver weren’t going too fast, but the force was sure to leave a dent in Soonyoung’s car. The collision wasn’t hard, by any means, but the impact jerked your body forward so that your mouth hit the steering wheel. The sting of pain radiated throughout your gums seconds later, and you winced and cradled your jaw.

You immediately bubbled with rage as you pulled over to the curb, knowing that you had the right of way and he was supposed to stop and wait for you to pass, but you were still stiff with shock. Soonyoung’s eyes were fierce, looking back at the driver as if he was about to cuss him out, but then he turned his attention to you.

Before you could feel immense, crushing guilt over crashing Soonyoung’s car, you whipped your head around to make sure he wasn’t hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if he completely ghosted you after this. You were probably the worst student he had ever come across, which was saying a lot considering most of his students were high school teenagers.

“Y/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, sounding as frantic as his hands were. You felt his palm against your cheek and his other hand atop your head, making sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

“Are you okay?” you blurted out. Your breathing was erratic, and you hardly registered the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. “Oh god. Your car. Oh god, I—”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s not your fault,” he said. “You had the right of—”

When he turned to look at you again, he just stared, eyes wide and jaw hanging open—almost comically. It almost looked like he was more bewildered by you than the fact that his car was rammed into by another car.

He was wordless for far too long that you had to ask, “Everything okay?”

Maybe that was a stupid question. Clearly, everything wasn’t okay, and it had everything to do with the fact that you two had gotten into a car crash.

“I think you loth a tooth,” he lisped—a seemingly joking remark, but his expression was dead serious.

For a split second, a laugh bubbled up in your mouth. You thought Soonyoung must have been messing with you, but it was ridiculous that he could joke around in such a situation. It was when you touched your lip and pulled your hand back to see blood, though, that cold reality washed over you.

Your eyes went wide as saucers as you turned to examine your teeth in the rear-view mirror.

The worst possible thing that could happen to a woman was happening to you right now.

Your front left tooth was gone.

“I-it’s not that bad,” Soonyoung tried, although he sounded unconvinced himself. “It’s cute! It’s like, uh, that dragon—from, uh… How to Train Your Dragon.”

Your eyes were burning and your throat was closing up, but tonguing the bloodied gap between your teeth sent you over the edge. You had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were gripping the wheel so hard that your knuckles turned pale.

“Toothleth?” you cried, which led to a few choked sobs when you realized that you had a lisp now. Then, you were full-on crying into your hands because sure, you could get over being the reason why Soonyoung’s car had a dent in it, but you were pretty sure there was no replacing a missing tooth. The more you cried, though, the worse you felt as you tasted the blood and heard the faint whistles coming from the gap in your teeth. “I’m tho thupid!”

Soonyoung was clearly short-circuiting, but you could tell he was desperate to calm you down by the way he was rubbing your back in soothing circles. “Y/N, you’re not stupid. It's okay, we just—”

“Thoonyoung!”

Soonyoung slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress his laughter. He was trying to take you seriously, but the little bursts of laughter that bubbled up in his throat were betraying him.

You swallowed down your sob and continued, “Ith not okay! I loth my tooth!”

“Okay, no more talking,” he ordered. “I know you’re very hurt right now, but you’re gonna feel even worse if I start laughing at your lisp, so don’t make this harder for me.”

You scowled at him, but you kept your mouth shut because Soonyoung was right; you were not in the proper headspace to be laughed at right now.

“Okay, I’m gonna go outside and talk to the driver who ran into us,” he explained slowly. “I want you to calm your breathing and find your missing tooth. We can drive to the dentist right after, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded, craning your neck to watch Soonyoung get out of the car to talk to the driver. Then, you sucked in a sharp breath and examined the floor to find your loose tooth. Lo and behold, it was laying next to the gas pedal. You cringed as you picked it up, frowning at how bloody it was in your palm. There were a few napkins in Soonyoung’s glove compartment, so you wrapped your tooth in one and kept it in your pocket.

You heard some yelling from the other driver—something about having kids in the back and how you were going way too fast—and it all just made you feel worse. You felt horrible that Soonyoung had to deal with the repercussions, and after they exchanged insurances and the guy drove off, you got out of the car to see the damage.

Surely enough, there was a decent-sized dent in the side of his car. It was right where the back door opened, and you burst into tears at the sight of it. Soonyoung wouldn’t have to deal with all of this if he wasn’t teaching you to drive.

Still, he wrapped his arms around your shaking body and pulled you in close. He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “The insurance will cover the damage. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“What about my tooth?”

“Okay, maybe there’s one thing to worry about.”

You leaned into his touch when you felt his hand carding through your hair. His motions were slow and gentle, as if he was trying hard to make sure you didn’t notice the gesture. You did, though, and you appreciated it.

You started, “I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” he interrupted. You thought he was going to say something cheesy about how you had nothing to apologize for, but he continued, “You’re gonna say thorry, and I’m not gonna be able to take you seriously.”

With your face buried in his chest, you reached your hand out to punch his shoulder.

Still, despite his snarky comment and the emotional distress you were experiencing over your missing tooth, a big smile crossed your face and his embrace left a warm, fluttery feeling in your stomach.

Your heart was beating so fast that you almost thought it would stop.

“Ew,” was Wen Junhui’s first reaction upon seeing your swollen lip. You could only see the top half of his face over FaceTime, but you were sure he had a look of disgust on. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” you replied dryly, holding an ice pack to your cheek.

Before Soonyoung drove you to a dentist, he scolded you for leaving your tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Apparently, your tooth was going to be fucked if it dried up, so his solution was to leave it in his half-empty water bottle that was left sitting in his car. You weren’t quite sure about this, but the dentist informed you that Soonyoung saved your front tooth.

If he was with you in the room, you probably could’ve kissed him then and there—bloody mouth and all.

Thankfully, since you didn’t fracture or break any part of the tooth, the dentists were able to replant it into your gums without any complications. They told you it was a good thing you went straight to the dentist instead of waiting. Your front tooth would’ve been a lost cause if you waited another hour.

It was really all thanks to Soonyoung.

The procedure was quick and you were told that your avulsed tooth would be back to normal in about a week. The news filled you with relief because you were so sure you were going to be toothless for the rest of your life.

Not that it was a bad thing. While Soonyoung was driving you to the dentist prior to the replantation, you had come to terms with the fact that you would be missing a front tooth for the rest of your life. You would grow old and tell your children the harrowing tale of how you got your driver’s license and sacrificed your front tooth for it.

It couldn’t be all that horrible. Maybe you would grow an affinity for whistling.

Thankfully, that was all just your overthinking and your tooth was probably fine now. In seven days, everything was supposed to go back to normal, so you had your fingers crossed for a full recovery.

“Of course that would happen to you.” Junhui laughed at your misery. “Shit like this only happens to you.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m the pinnacle of terrible luck.”

“So, what happened after? Did you make out with Soonyoung or something?”

“No!” you exclaimed. Your cheeks started to burn just at the thought. “How do you expect me to make out with someone when I look like this? Soonyoung drove me home like a gentleman. He’s not into me like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing him for a while, anyway. I don’t wanna start driving again until my tooth is fine.”

“Then maybe you can go on a different kind of ride with him instead.”

“You need to stop.”

You didn’t see Soonyoung much over the next week. He told you that he had a few papers to finish before his schedule would clear up, so you were only able to text him occasionally and see him in passing, exchanging a greeting before one of you had to go.

You saw his friends a lot, though. They were always in the study room next to the one you and Junhui liked to use, so you would stop by their room often to see what they were up to. They were usually either messing around or using the whiteboard for everything but its intended purpose, so you enjoyed taking study breaks with them. Junhui was the type to not take breaks because he was locked in on his work once he got in the zone, so Soonyoung’s friends were a breath of fresh air.

Your Current Opinions on Soonyoung’s Friends:

Mingyu: Kind. Approached you whenever he saw you. Pleasant conversations. Swiped up on your Snapchat stories sometimes. Was unfortunately the only person you forgot to block from your story once when you posted a semi-thirst trap just for Soonyoung’s eyes.

Seungcheol: Friendly whenever he talked to you. A little awkward because you once saw him taking selfies at the gym instead of working out.

Seungkwan: Not super buddy-buddy but sweet enough. Liked making fun of Soonyoung with you. He brought you McDonald’s once and you imagined a future with him momentarily.

Word also got around that your front tooth had been knocked out clean. Seungcheol let it slip when he accidentally referred to you as ‘Toothless’ the other day. You made a mental note to kill Soonyoung later.

The next time you ran into your driving instructor on campus was outside one of your lecture halls. You walked out in the middle of class to fill up your hydroflask. It was especially hot today, and you were seconds away from heat exhaustion. Soonyoung’s brows lifted in pleasant surprise once he saw you, and he missed his elevator to walk up to you.

“Whoa.” You paused for a moment, unblinking. “I keep forgetting you go here.”

“I’m the hall monitor.”

“This is college. We don’t have hall monitors.”

“Self-elected,” was his response. “Speaking of, I don’t see your bathroom pass.”

“I’m not going to the bathroom. I’m filling up my water. Anyway, why would I—”

“Just this once, I’ll let you off with a warning,” he interjected, pulling out a card from the pocket of his jeans. He handed it to you, and you accepted it after a moment of hesitation. “There’s your bathroom pass. Don’t let me catch you loitering around here again.”

With that, Soonyoung walked off, leaving you utterly confused.

You flipped the business card around to see his name and number printed neatly in the middle, and you frowned in response. There was some other fine text on the back, but you didn’t take the time to read it properly as you were still baffled.

“I already have your number!” you called after him, but you just heard your driving instructor laugh to himself in response as he disappeared behind the elevator doors.

Later, after your classes ended, you went back to your study room with Junhui. He had been in the library since morning, deciding to skip his classes to prepare for his second round of midterms that he still had a few weeks for.

You told him about your encounter with Soonyoung, noting how strange it was that he casually had business cards on hand. Junhui asked to see the card, so you handed it over to him.

Upon closer inspection, Junhui raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Hall monitor rizz.”

“How was that rizz? He told me it was a bathroom pass and left.”

“Well, I’d consider it rizz since he’s asking you out on a date.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “You think he’s asking me out on a date?”

“No, I know he’s asking you out on a date.” Junhui flipped Soonyoung’s business card around to show you the fine print: Schedule our first date with the number provided on the other side of this card. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Says it right here. He’s just shy, Y/N.”

“Shy? Him? He doesn’t look like the shy type.”

“He’s shy,” he affirmed, “around you, at least. I mean, you’d get shy around the person you liked, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess, but…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “No, this is normal, right? Dates are normal. We’re just two normal adults going on a normal date. Nothing weird about that, right? I shouldn’t feel so weird about this. Do I sound weird? Am I weird?”

You didn’t realize you had gotten up and started pacing until you turned to see Junhui looking at you with concern hanging in his brows. You sucked in a sharp breath and sank back into your seat, burying your face in your hands.

“I’m in way over my head,” you mumbled.

“You’re nervous ‘cause you have a crush on him,” he replied. “Nothing weird about that.”

“I have a crush on him,” you echoed, more so to yourself than to Junhui.

Although you were partly in denial, still tossing and turning the prospect of crushing on Soonyoung around in your head, Junhui took your words as confirmation. He hummed knowingly and turned back to his textbook, leaving you to ruminate for the next thirty minutes in silence before you excused yourself.

You were currently speed walking to your usual bus stop, hoping you would be able to stop thinking about Soonyoung and the business card tucked into your pocket. However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of you developing a tiny crush on him.

You hadn’t had a proper crush in ages. The last time you had strong feelings for someone was in high school, which promptly ended following your first date—after an eight month talking stage. You proposed going to the fair, which seemed fine until you threw up on the ferris wheel and received an ‘I don’t think this is going to work out’ text later that night.

And why were you so flustered over this, anyway? After all, you had been anticipating the day Soonyoung would make the first move. Plus, you were an adult; overthinking your feelings like this was so high school.

Whatever. You had nothing to lose.

You pulled out your phone to text Soonyoung, a small smile crossing your face once you caught sight of his profile picture again. It was a picture of him with all his hair flying every which way in the wind and his mouth open to yell some profanity.

y/n: date. y/n: this week any day

soonyoung (driving instructor): WHOA!!!!!!

y/n: what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day

soonyoung (driving instructor): tomorrow night

y/n: okay

soonyoung (driving instructor): okay

y/n: okay.

soonyoung (driving instructor): okay. soonyoung (driving instructor): can’t wait

y/n: me neither

soonyoung (driving instructor): pick you up at 8

y/n: i’ll be ready

soonyoung (driving instructor): i’ll be even more ready

Your heart didn’t stop pounding for the rest of the day.

To be a woman was to perform.

You were currently performing an illegal U-turn.

Soonyoung held onto the ‘oh shit’ handle fixed to the ceiling, his face contorted in absolute fear as he repeated, “Wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane—”

“Sorry!” you exclaimed, swerving back into your correct lane after checking your mirrors. You swallowed thickly before saying, “I’ve got it under control now, I think.”

Of course, you had been nervous the entire day and a half leading up to your date with Soonyoung, but how you felt right now had completely reigned over every emotion you were feeling before.

Throughout the day, you had butterflies in your stomach and a little skip to your step, but now you were terrified of things you had never even worried about before. The reason you took a U-turn in the first place was because Soonyoung told you that you missed the parking lot entrance, causing you to panic in the middle of the road (which, on your part, was not very smart.)

In short, Soonyoung should not have let you take the wheel, and you should not have gotten this worked up over him planning to take you to the local fair.

What were the odds that you were back in the place where you had an awful last date? You could almost feel the bile rising up your throat.

Soonyoung’s voice was unnaturally high-pitched when he asked, “A-are you sure you’re ready to schedule that driving test?”

“Yes! I’m ready,” you said, “but, to make things clear, my driving today is not representative of my driving any other day.”

Somehow, you and Soonyoung wound up making it to the fairgrounds’ parking lot in one piece. You deflated upon hearing the sigh of relief escape Soonyoung’s lips once the car was in park, but it was well deserved. You were surprised he even let you drive in the first place.

The fairgrounds were packed with people—mostly students—so there were several couples going around with their fingers interlocked. You were now hyper-aware of your fingertips, wondering if you’d get the chance to brush them against Soonyoung’s and slowly slide your hand into his.

He ended up paying for your ticket, and you didn’t have much room to argue about it because the employee was already taking his card before you even noticed. You told Soonyoung you would pay for something else—food, rides, raffle tickets—but he ended up covering everything for you. Of course, you were sure Junhui would have scolded you because turning down a guy paying for you was apparently equivalent to turning down the guy himself. So, you swallowed your pride and let Soonyoung take the lead.

You went on a few rides with Soonyoung, shared a churro, and you took a picture in front of the ferris wheel. You were having a great time, actually, and almost all of your nerves had all but melted away. All that was left to deem this a perfect date was to actually ride the ferris wheel, which was exactly what you were absolutely terrified of.

“Not good with heights?” Soonyoung asked as you two were getting into the seat, pulling down the lap bar for you two.

You wondered if you looked as ghastly as you felt. “Not so much.”

You weren’t good with a lot of things, to be fair.

Smooth talker Soonyoung took that as his opportunity to slip his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together with a shy smile on his face. “You can close your eyes if it gets scary, or just keep looking at me.”

Honestly, that sounded scarier than the possibility of plummeting to your death from the top of the ferris wheel. You weren’t sure your heart could handle staring at Soonyoung, especially with how flustered his gaze made you feel.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” you asked, nearly shying away when Soonyoung fixed his gaze on you. “When did you start liking me? I mean, I had no idea.”

“Uh…” The ride started moving backward as Soonyoung hummed in thought. “Probably that first time you were in my car?”

Your eyes went wide. “You mean our very first lesson?”

“Yeah, I thought you were cute—a little weird, but cute.” He grinned. “I think it was when you fell asleep over FaceTime that one night when I started catching feelings.”

Your cheeks burned. You weren’t sure if you could pinpoint a specific moment like he did; you just remembered your heart started beating faster when you saw him one day, and the rest was history. It was almost incredible how blindsided you were by his feelings, even though he had integrated himself into your daily life so naturally.

“And then you posted that one picture on your story once,” he continued, voice growing shy once he realized what he admitted out loud, “and that was when I knew I was really in too deep.”

You blanched with embarrassment. He must have been talking about the thirst trap because that was the only time you ever posted yourself so confidently. How were you going to explain that you blocked everyone else from your Snapchat story just for him to see that?

A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips. “About that—”

Before you could get any other words out, though, you became painfully aware of your surroundings. Your seat started swinging with the strong winds, and you realized that you were at the very top. If you leaned over enough, you were pretty sure your seat would tip over and drop you and Soonyoung right out. The very thought paralyzed you to the core.

Just as Soonyoung was in the middle of asking if you were okay, the ferris wheel started moving faster, and you yelped and clung onto him as you two went down. You were fine with the slow pace with breaks in between, but now that you were moving at full speed in one go, it was downright terrifying.

Soonyoung seemed to find it hilarious, though. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you while you were the very picture of fear. You buried your face into his chest and dug your nails in so hard that you were afraid he would feel them through his sweater.

Finally, it came to a stop. The ride operator started letting people out one seat at a time, but you and Soonyoung had ended up at the very top again. You raised your head to sit upright again, letting out an exasperated breath, but Soonyoung drew you closer. He was still laughing, and it made you blush uncontrollably.

“Just so you know, I’m good with any other ride!” you tried to defend yourself. “Well, actually, save for roller coasters and drop towers… oh, and—”

“Y/N,” Soonyoung cut you off with a smile, his voice hardly a murmur. Before, you could barely hear him over the excited cries and shouts in the fair, but now your attention had zeroed in on him. You felt disoriented as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, tilting his head and leaning in. “C’mere.”

You were too shy to admit it, but you had fantasized about making out with Soonyoung before. Of course, you never knew what type of kisser he was, so you just settled for whatever fantasy played out in your head.

Now, though, with his lips pressed against yours, you felt something hot and needy stir up inside you as he tugged you impossibly close to his body. Your stomach fluttered when you let slip a whimper, which Soonyoung didn’t let go unnoticed. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze darkening, promising to return to that later, and he returned to kissing you.

When you were almost near the ground, you and Soonyoung pulled away. There were definitely far too many children and parents around for you two to be kissing like that, but now you were anticipating how things would be once you two were alone.

“You two have fun?” the ride operator, who appeared to be an older teenager, asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

All you could do was nod and duck your head in embarrassment while Soonyoung beamed brighter than the flashing lights.

You spent some more time with Soonyoung on a few more (tamer) rides before you two decided to call it a day. Your feet were getting sore, so he courteously offered to drive the both of you home. However, you had an itching feeling that he just didn’t want you behind the wheel again.

“Wanna get something to eat?” he asked once you both were inside the car, and he turned his head around as he reversed. “There’s a good froyo place down the street.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed quickly. Deep down, you were hoping this date wouldn’t end just yet.

Soonyoung played Olivia Rodrigo’s new album as he drove, rolling the window down so that the wind tousled his hair. You thought he looked cute that way, and you had to keep your hand under your thigh to keep it from reaching over and running it through his locks.

When he parked in front of the froyo place, it appeared completely dark inside. It was also evidently clear that the only cars parked in the lot were the overflow crowd of people from the fair who couldn’t get a parking spot at the fairgrounds.

“Did we miss it?” He frowned, pausing to look up the store hours on his iPhone. “Man. I didn’t want our date to end like this.”

“I don’t want it to end, either.”

Soonyoung looked over at you, studying your expression carefully before asking, “Do you wanna chill in the back for a while, then?”

You knew what that meant. And you had specifically worn your matching lingerie set just for this moment.

You unlatched your seatbelt, and Soonyoung followed suit right after. “Yeah, I’m down.”

“Wait, there’s something I need to do first,” Soonyoung said in a soft voice, looking down at you with gentle eyes.

For a moment, your heart jumped to your throat. The way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach, and you couldn’t even imagine what he was going to do next. Something about his tone was so sincere that you were sure he was going to kiss you, especially when he started leaning down.

You let your eyes flutter shut, waiting for his soft lips to meet yours. Your heartbeat felt like a drum in your ears.

But nothing happened. No kiss. Nothing.

You opened your eyes to see what Soonyoung was doing. When you saw him hunched over, fiddling with something near his ankles, your face deadpanned—not a flicker of amusement.

Soonyoung had put his Crocs in sports mode.

First of all, wearing Crocs on the first date was absurd.

Second of all, putting your Crocs in sports mode on the first date was absolutely preposterous.

Yet, it was the perfect thing Soonyoung had done to put your nerves completely at ease. You ended up bursting into laughter at the very sight, making his head shoot up while his eyebrows were drawn together, perplexed. However, he happened to hit his head on the steering wheel as he did so, which only made you laugh even harder.

Your sudden surge of confidence spurred you to crawl over the gear stick and straddle his lap. Shocked, Soonyoung gripped your thighs and straightened up. Before his lip could curl up in amusement, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slotted your lips with his.

He broke for air for a moment, breathing out, “Well, hi.”

“Hi.” Your nose gently bumped against his. “Having second thoughts?”

“No!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “I just didn’t wanna start anything because I wasn’t sure if you were ready.” He threw a glance over his shoulder before looking out the window. “Plus, this place isn’t exactly private.”

You looked out the window while Soonyoung’s warm hands returned to your thighs. It was true that there were empty cars around, but there weren’t any people in sight. It was still early in the night, so you were sure people would stay at the fairgrounds until midnight.

“Hey,” Soonyoung started again, “what was that you were gonna say on the ferris wheel? Before we, uh, made out.”

“Oh.” Shame bubbled in your chest when you realized what he was talking about. “Nothing important.”

“Tell me.”

Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the side of Soonyoung’s face and his neck, showing off his prominent collarbones. His low voice reached your core in a way you had never experienced before. You flushed with embarrassment because you were certain Soonyoung could feel how you clenched.

You looked out the window, as if you could mentally escape through it. Find a way to get out of the situation you were in.

“Fine.” He huffed lightly before placing a hand behind your neck and drawing you closer. “I’ll just get it out of you, then.”

Notably flustered, you gasped when Soonyoung’s lips latched onto the side of your neck, biting and sucking the tender skin. You croaked out some lame lie about forgetting what you were trying to say, but Soonyoung persisted. He ravaged the column of your neck like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You scooted up on his lap, sitting right on top of his growing bulge, which roused a throaty groan from him. You could feel Soonyoung twitch under you, and it was all that was needed for you to start grinding your hips slowly on his lap. And then he started guiding your hips down onto him. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dig into the grooves of your hips to take control of your motions.

“Tell me,” he beseeched, and you shivered when you could feel his smile against your jawline.

You let out a whine. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, distracted as he looked up at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands never left your hips as he watched you grind down on his lap. Soonyoung’s eyes were unfocused for a moment before clarity bled back into him. “It was about the Snapchat story, right? That one picture you posted.”

“I don’t remember what that was,” you attempted to lie smoothly, but you were pretty sure your expression betrayed you once Soonyoung slid a hand under your shirt to cup your chest.

“Yeah, you do. The one where you were wearing those thigh-high stockings.” You saw a flash of darkness in his eyes. “Can’t believe everyone got to see you like that.”

“I wouldn’t say everyone,” you muttered.

“Hm?”

His thumb, after his hand managed to creep under your bra, found purchase on your nipple, rolling and circling around the supple flesh as he pleased. You only managed to let out a cry before Soonyoung was pressing you further, ordering you to answer him before he made you fall apart.

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, practically chest-to-chest with Soonyoung, that you hardly noticed the knock on the window until Soonyoung jolted upright and straightened his back.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, voice still thick with lust that was ebbing away. Thankfully, you both were still mostly clothed, but Soonyoung had his pants nearly down and you had your shirt riding up past your waist.

The officer stopped knocking to give Soonyoung the opportunity to roll the window down after he was decent. It was evidently an uncomfortable situation for both parties. You turned your head to the side, screwing your eyes shut and hoping you would blink out of existence if you tried hard enough. You never thought you would have a cop at your window before even getting your license.

“Hi,” he greeted sheepishly once the window was down. “Sorry, we’ll get going now.”

“Yeah, uh…” The officer trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with a long-winded sigh. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but keep it in the bedroom, please.”

“Thanks…” Soonyoung trailed off, looking for some sort of identification tag.

“Officer Hong,” he answered flatly.

“Thanks, Officer Hong.”

“Don’t let me catch you two again.”

“Oh, probably not me, but once she gets her license then it’s over for—ow!” Soonyoung yelped when you pinched him in the side, effectively shutting him up. He immediately apologized, “Sorry, Officer Hong, it won’t happen again.”

The encounter with the police officer was awkward, yes, but somehow, Soonyoung was unfazed once you two had gotten off with the warning. He coolly looked up at you and asked if he could come over to your place tonight. You agreed, of course.

The drive home was perfectly fine. Soonyoung made sure you weren’t too startled by the officer and asked how you liked the fair. You thought it was all pleasant conversation that would continue once you were in your living room, but Soonyoung pinned you up against your front door as soon as you were inside.

His strong arms caged you in his hold, and you could only helplessly look up at him and warble out some pathetic question, asking if he wanted water or snacks. He turned the offer down, obviously.

Since you two had already gotten this far, you figured you might as well let Soonyoung in on your little secret. Although it was slightly humiliating to admit, you realized tonight that far more embarrassing things had happened to you.

“You really wanna know, don’t you?” When he nodded in response, you sighed and explained, “What I posted on my story… I blocked everyone else so that only you’d see it.”

Well, him and Mingyu, but the latter was purely accidental.

Hearing your words flipped a switch in Soonyoung and he completely froze up, as if he had stopped functioning altogether.

“Well, technically, you and Mingyu,” you rambled on, “but that’s only because I forgot to block him from my story. You know, I have, like, two hundred people on Snapchat, so I figured I’d accidentally skip over someone, anyway. But I don’t think he even paid any attention to it. I feel like he’d—”

He cut you off by sealing his lips over yours, and all the noise in your head simmered down. All the fluff filling up your brain billowed and sank back down. You remembered when you were a middle schooler, giggling and replaying the scenes in movies that were exactly like this. Now that you were actually living in it, though, you couldn’t get enough of Soonyoung.

He broke away for a breather, lips hanging barely an inch from yours and your foreheads touching. His heavily-lidded eyes found yours, gazing at you longingly through his lashes.

“No offense,” he started with a smirk, “but I don’t really care about Mingyu right now.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but you shut it as soon as you realized that you had nothing intelligent to contribute. You recognized that most of your mindless ramblings probably killed the mood—for you, at least.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the side of your neck. As he moved down to your chest, Soonyoung’s kisses grew sloppier and open-mouthed. He tugged at your shirt, and you helped him remove it with ease, snapping your bra off in the process and letting it fall to the floor. His hungry gaze upon seeing you bare before him made you ache for more. Soonyoung let out a groan and let his tongue drag over your nipple, circling and flicking around the sensitive skin until you were moaning shamelessly.

With his head ducked so that his lips could ravage your chest, Soonyoung bent down just a little bit more to wrap his arms around your thighs. He scooped you up in his arms swiftly, making you yelp, and he walked you to your bedroom after you whispered where your room was. He was so strong that you hardly had to hold onto him, but his strength was a double-edged sword because he had you pinned down on your bed in seconds.

A grin crossed Soonyoung’s face as his lips returned to your chest. This time, his lips made their way down your body, to your stomach. You curled your hand in his hair, tugged hard because you wanted more, but Soonyoung was relentless with his teasing. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you squirm under him and ache for more. They were slow and torturous, and you only grew more needy as he made his way down.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants.

“Only if you take your clothes off, too.”

You heard him chuckle before you felt cold air starting to hit your bare skin. Soonyoung unzipped your pants and tugged them down your legs until they were bunched up at your ankles, which you struggled to kick off until he bent down to move the fabric off your heel. You shuddered when he snapped the band of your underwear, hooking his fingers at the sides and twisting the fabric. He sure was enjoying toying with you, and you weren’t sure you could handle any more teasing. After what felt like forever, Soonyoung pulled the last of your undergarments down and marveled at your bare body.

“You’re unbelievable,” he all but growled, running his hands down your sides, to your hips, and past your thighs. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

You sat up, looking up at him with a pout, which only seemed to drive Soonyoung to the brink of madness.

“You’re still clothed,” you observed.

“Yes.”

“Take it off.” You folded your arms across your chest. “I can’t be the only one naked.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he replied with a laugh. You supposed he could see your expression falter, nearly letting some pathetic sound fall from your lips, so Soonyoung cooed at you and ran his thumb over your lower lip. “Oh, you like that? Like it when I call you princess?”

You did like it. You liked it too much for your own good, and it was almost humiliating.

Soonyoung towered over you as he peeled off his shirt, grabbing it from the nape of his neck and slipping it off in seconds. Your eyes ran over his beautiful expanse of skin, from every defined muscle in his abdomen to the little goosebumps that pricked his arms. You reached out to run your fingers down his abs, letting them trace each groove and dip in muscle. Soonyoung shivered at your very touch, but he allowed you to make your way down to undo his belt and pants.

Your fingers were fumbling, but you managed to remove the latch after several failed attempts. He guided you with his steadier hands, but you were determined to do it yourself. Finally, you pulled his belt free and pushed his pants down his legs.

He seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but Soonyoung was already rock hard. His cock sprang up so that the tip pushed past the waistband of his boxers.

“Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled, sinking to his knees and placing his hands on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you first.”

He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, staring at your soaked cunt like it was everything he ever wanted. Soft kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, working up to the apex of your legs. You felt the cold air hit your core and shivered, but then it was hot all over again once Soonyoung licked one long, slow stripe that made you writhe and cry out in bliss. He had to press your hips down to keep you from moving too much.

But his movements were so slow and torturous. You were going insane by how much Soonyoung was teasing you with his kitten licks and lazy drags of tongue. Tears welled up in your eyes by the time you had been edged away from another impending orgasm, with him letting his dissolve as soon as the heat bloomed under your skin.

Kissing your cunt. Plunging his tongue into your core. Licking at your walls until they trembled and shook with the warning of release. You were agonized by how good Soonyoung was making you feel.

“Please,” you begged, your voice breathless as your body felt lightweight, “let me cum, please.”

“Hm.” He seemed to consider it for a moment before saying, “Tell me three things you like about me, and I’ll let you cum.”

You laughed, but it died on your tongue as soon as you realized there was no amusement on his face.

“You’re kidding, right?” You swallowed hard, knowing you had your answer already. “Oh, you’re not kidding.”

He was making you work for your orgasm. This was mortifying; you never expected Soonyoung to be so cruel, and you never expected it to be so hot.

“Three things, baby,” he said. “Start with number one.”

“One,” you started, your voice shaky as Soonyoung returned to snaking his tongue past your folds, “I like how you treat me so well and look after me, like—oh, right there—yeah, like that.”

“Two,” you continued, more so in a whimper because Soonyoung was skillfully using his tongue to reach places you never thought to stimulate before. “I, ah—I like the way you look at me and when you tell me I’m beautiful.” You sucked in your teeth when you felt him press his tongue flat against your clit. “Soonyoung, please.”

“One more,” he murmured.

“T-three,” you breathed out, and by this point, your legs were already shaking. Your brain was turning to mush and you couldn’t help but clench at Soonyoung lapping at your soaked cunt. The tremor in your voice was unmistakable when you admitted, “I love how you’re so much better at this than I ever could’ve imagined.”

He breathed out a laugh against your cunt. “Am I really?” He tightened his grip on your hips to suck on your clit, making your back arch and your chest feel light. “You think about me that often, princess?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed with your eyes screwed shut. “Thought about you whenever I was—”

“Don’t finish that,” he warned, though it almost sounded like he was pleading with you, “or I’ll go crazy.”

Your nerves felt like they had tangled themselves into several knots that kept tightening in your stomach. You shuddered and moaned with each motion of Soonyoung’s tongue that brought you closer to your release. He was merciless with the way he dipped his tongue in your core, rubbing your clit with his thumb in slow circles.

Your walls tightened one last time before you were finally blinded by your white-hot orgasm, and you hardly even realized that hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. Soonyoung was eating you out unabated, not even giving you a break between each wave of pleasure that hit you. After your climax subsided and coherency gradually bled back into you, Soonyoung finally pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You grabbed his arm before he could say anything. Soonyoung looked you in the eyes for a moment, alarmed, but the worry knitting his brows together melted away once you pulled him down for a proper kiss.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and his knee between your legs, Soonyoung eventually found himself lowering his body until your chests were pressed together. He kept himself up by his elbows and pulled away to look at you. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned in for another kiss.

As you two became a tangled mess of limbs, wrapped up in each other and far too occupied to care about anything but making out, you moved your hand down Soonyoung’s abs to wrap your hand around his cock. He groaned against your lips and rocked his hips against your touch.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. After reaching back to tug his boxers down, freeing his cock from the restricting fabric, Soonyoung looked down at you with desire glazing over his eyes. “May I?”

“Please do,” you answered.

You cried out when he started rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt, teasing your folds like he did before. You were aching already despite your previous orgasm, and you thought you were going to die on the spot from how needy you were.

“Turn onto your stomach,” he ordered. You were confused for a moment, but you ended up being manhandled by Soonyoung, anyway. He flipped you over and positioned himself at your entrance, keeping one hand on the back of your neck. “Good girl.”

The side of your face was pressed into the sheets, and your hands were desperately reaching for anything that gave you proper leverage. You ended up grabbing onto the pillows just as Soonyoung started pushing his cock inside you. You swallowed down the gasp that dared threaten to escape, and Soonyoung pressed kisses to your face and made sure you weren’t crying from how big he was.

With more filth and praises whispered into your ear, you were clenching and unclenching around him, making Soonyoung groan whenever he felt you tighten. It took a while for him to ease his way into you, but once Soonyoung had finally nestled inside of you, it was as if a switch flipped in him.

He was thrusting as soon as you gave him the green light. You were blindsided by how intense he was, hardly having any control over your own body as you held onto the sheets for dear life. Soonyoung held your hips with a bruising grip as he fucked into you.

Hot.

Everything felt hot and sticky. Your sweat-matted hair clung to the back of your neck, and you felt like your sheets were uncomfortably damp. Despite it all, though, you couldn’t get enough. You needed more, wanted more. Soonyoung was relentless, even when your box springs creaked and the frame rattled against the wall.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck. You’re taking me so well.”

Still overly-sensitive from your previous orgasm, it didn’t take long for you to reach your limit a second time. Soonyoung pounded into you with fervor, and even he was quickly falling apart.

“That’s it,” he got out, teeth gritted. “That’s my girl.”

You pulled him down for a deep kiss, muffling both of your moans once you were clenching uncontrollably around him. You were falling from your peak and Soonyoung fucked you through your orgasm, even though he was on the verge of one himself.

He pulled out right before he was about to cum, and you could only hear his groans before you realized he had gotten off, too. For a moment, you thought Soonyoung abandoned you on the bed. His voice sounded distant all of a sudden, and you were too tuckered out to move.

Then, he returned with a towel and several tissues for you. You turned onto your back again to make out his silhouette entering the room and taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were shut as Soonyoung cleaned you up, and you only opened them once he pushed your hair back and kissed your cheek.

“Wanna go again?” he asked with a grin. You were impressed by how quickly he was able to recover. You, on the other hand, needed a few minutes to recuperate. “The night’s still young.”

“Yeah, sure, if you use a condom this time,” you breathed out, turning over onto your side. “Just give me five.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your chest rise and fall until its rhythm steadied. Your breathing was even again, but when you opened your eyes, you saw neon green glowing in the middle of the room.

“Soonyoung.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were not getting dicked down by manga censorship. “Why is your dick glowing?”

“I prefer glow-in-the-dark condoms.”

Typically, when two individuals had feelings for each other, it would often bloom into a relationship.

It was quite clear that you had feelings for Soonyoung and he had feelings for you, so, naturally, one would expect the two of you to start dating. However, it felt like you both were testing the waters around each other instead—dipping your toes into the dating pool. You two were exclusive, but not exactly together.

You were perfectly content with taking things slow, but that didn’t necessarily mean Soonyoung didn’t end up over you almost every other night. The sex was great, of course. Mind-blowing, even.

Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seungkwan seemed to catch on quickly. There was no mistaking what was going on after you went over to their apartment to play Catan, and then you and Soonyoung disappeared into his room afterward. The next morning, when you walked downstairs in Soonyoung’s shirt to eat breakfast with everyone, you could pick up on their unspoken realization that you were hooking up with their roommate.

Seungkwan even made an offhand comment about you and Soonyoung being a thing—whatever that was supposed to mean.

You debriefed Junhui on the entire situation, of course. He seemed less surprised about you sleeping with Soonyoung, though, and more interested in the outcome of your driving test (which, you had to admit, you were terribly worried about).

The night before your dreaded behind-the-wheel exam, you received a call from Soonyoung.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you picked up the call. You knew that he’d been planning on getting high with his housemates today, so you weren’t exactly sure if this phone call was going to be private or not. You were half-expecting Seungcheol to answer for him instead.

“Hey,” Soonyoung greeted, voice slightly muffled. With the way the audio sounded, you suspected that he wasn’t holding onto his phone at the moment.

“Are you busy?” you asked.

“No, just trying to get the pod you gave me out of its packaging.” You heard a few strained grunts from him before he exclaimed, “I got it!”

“I’m proud of you.”

“That’s what I’ll be telling you after you ace that driving test,” he said. He paused for a moment (which you guessed was him taking a hit). “You ready for it, by the way?”

“Not really.” You sucked in a sharp breath. “The good news is that taking years to pass the permit test has helped me memorize all the rules of the road; the bad news is that I have severe anxiety and probably won’t be able to utilize anything I’ve learned.”

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. You drove just fine with me, didn’t you?”

“But that’s you! How am I gonna drive properly with some scary old guy who probably hasn't ever smiled in his life?”

“Just relax. Remember to slow down on your turns and check your blind spots when you’re changing lanes.”

Your voice grew shy when you admitted, “This is gonna sound weird, but I kind of miss our driving lessons.”

“Even when you lost your tooth?”

You grimaced. “Even then.”

Soonyoung laughed along with you for a moment before he simmered. The silence on the other side of the line didn’t feel uncomfortable, but you felt like each nerve end of yours was on fire.

“I didn’t want it to end either, Y/N,” Soonyoung said after a while, his voice dropping an octave.

“Really?”

“I don’t wanna be in a world where we aren’t in a car together, whether I’m telling you to stop driving under the speed limit or we’re crashing into that Honda Civic that knocked your front tooth out,” he started, and you scratched the back of your head. Yeah, he was definitely high. “And, maybe… maybe the missing front tooth was really the catalyst for all the memories we made along the way. Maybe, in another universe, that tooth never fell out—or existed. Maybe the concept of that occurrence manifested into this universe as a—”

“Okay, it was cute at first,” you interrupted, “but you’re definitely in that other universe right now.”

You had never been this much of a nervous wreck.

Actually, scratch that. You were probably this much of a nervous wreck at least thrice a week. You functioned on being anxious several times a day, so this was honestly not a new feeling. The only problem was that you had never driven with anyone other than Soonyoung, so you were slightly on edge as you turned into the DMV.

“Please return my car in one piece,” Soonyoung said, holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle as you went over a speed bump, which you found highly unnecessary. He pointed to the starting point for the driving test. “I’ll wait for you outside the building over there.”

“Sounds good.”

“And remember: if you’re gonna fail the test, make sure you fail it big time. Don’t fail it by going ten over the speed limit, or something boring like that.”

“That’s terrible advice, Soonyoung.”

“I’m playing. You’re gonna be just fine.”

“Thanks, I’m just so—oh my god!”

You stepped on the breaks immediately, gripping the wheel tight as the car lurched forward. The man who was crossing in front of you doubled over onto the hood of the car before standing upright again. You rolled your window down to yell an apology, but the man paid you no attention and kept walking with a scowl on his face.

“I almost killed him!” you cried, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Well…” Soonyoung didn’t seem to know how to reassure you as he was still immobilized with fear himself. He managed a shaky grin. “On the bright side, he’s alive and you’re not facing a lawsuit.”

You swallowed hard. There was no way this exam was going to go well.

After handing in the necessary paperwork inside the DMV, they approved you to go outside for your driving test. Since Soonyoung was letting you use his car while he waited outside, he sat with you until your examiner came by. He did everything he could to calm you down, but, ultimately, it was up to you to pass.

While Soonyoung was giving his seat up for your examiner, you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breaths to mentally prepare.

“Ma’am, can you turn on your left turn signal?” the examiner asked from your window.

When you turned to look at him, you felt something inside you shrivel up and die.

The man you almost ran over was your examiner.

In your daze, you managed to follow his instructions as he asked you to point out various things, such as the windshield wipers, defroster, and foot brake. All the while you were already preparing yourself for failure because there was absolutely no way this man was going to let you pass after almost becoming your victim.

Once the pre-drive safety check was over, he circled around the car to sit in the passenger’s seat, looking down at his clipboard for a moment. You held your tongue, hands clasped together in your lap. Were you supposed to apologize? Would he even care about your apology? It wouldn’t hurt to say sorry, right?

You started in a meek voice, “Oh, about what happened earlier, I’m so—”

“I’m Jeonghan, and I’m gonna be scoring your behind-the-wheel test today,” he cut you off with an air of indifference, looking back down at his clipboard. “Whenever you start the car is when the test begins.”

“Right—yes, okay.” You swallowed thickly and gripped the wheel, looking behind you to make sure no one was coming. Since there were a few cars driving by, you decided to wait for a moment. “A-are you having a good day?”

“I was.”

You wanted to crawl in a hole and drop dead.

After the road was clear, you turned out of the DMV and started driving down the road, checking your speed and mirrors every so often. You had always been comfortably driving with Soonyoung, who would just help you reroute if you missed a turn. Now, though, if you missed anything Jeonghan said, you were going to fail (and probably die).

“Take the right coming up here,” he instructed.

You remembered your turn signal and to look back over your shoulder. Soonyoung had taught you well, but you were afraid that his gentle instructions would only take you so far. Jeonghan was the most intimidating person you had come across (mostly because you almost killed him), and you should not have been trusted to drive someone you were terribly scared of.

After you made the turn, you sighed in relief at the long stretch of road ahead. You attempted to cover it up by clearing your throat and making small talk with Jeonghan.

“It’s pretty cold today, isn’t it?” you asked. Stupid question. You had no idea how cold it was. Soonyoung’s car felt like a sauna because you cranked up the heater, or maybe the heat was from how nervous you were.

Jeonghan promptly ignored you. “Change lanes and take the next left.”

Albeit your state of disarray, you followed what he said. You decided to give up on small talk altogether, coming to the conclusion that Jeonghan just hated you and didn’t want to converse with the person who almost murdered him in cold blood.

You were pretty confident that the rest of your driving test went horribly. You almost went ten under the speed limit to make sure you didn’t run over anyone else in the school zone, you shrieked when the railroad lights turned on and you had to wait for the train to pass by, and you looked both ways about five times when you were at a stop sign.

Jeonghan told you to park the car once you reached the DMV, so you pulled into an empty parking space. You were praying that he wasn’t still grading you because you were most definitely occupying two parking spaces right now.

“Okay, so,” he started, looking at his clipboard before turning to you with a deadpan stare, “you drive too slow.”

Oh. That was intentional because you didn’t want to deal with another hit and run, but you stayed quiet and nodded.

“And,” he continued, “you overthink too much when you’re behind the wheel. Don’t hesitate before you stop or make turns, or you’re just gonna run into trouble that way. You can’t be paranoid about driving, otherwise it’s gonna be hard for you to be on the road.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line. This was it. He was going to fail you. There was no way you were going to pass when you were being criticized for your entire performance. You didn’t blame Jeonghan, though; you probably wouldn’t pass the person who almost ran you over, either.

“Well, you were cutting it really close,” he said, circling some parts of your examination sheet, “but you passed.”

Your eyes grew wide.

You passed.

You turned to Jeonghan and cried out, “I passed?!”

“You know your car, you know the rules of the road, and you did all your maneuvers just fine,” he continued. “You slowed down in the school zone to make sure you didn’t hit any kids, and you were careful about your turns and stops. Just remember not to be too careful, though, or you might run into someone.”

For the first time, you heard a small snicker of amusement come from him.

“I—I’m so sorry about that,” you blurted out. “I thought you were gonna fail me for hitting you with the car.”

“Like I said, the test begins when you start the car.” He handed you your papers and got out of your car. Before closing the door, he turned to you with his clipboard tucked under his arm. “You should go tell the DMV you passed and get your temporary license before I mark you down for this parking job.”

You gulped, unbuckling your seatbelt in a rush. “Will do.”

Jeonghan stalked off to grade another new driver, you supposed. When you got out of the car, your eyes immediately scanned the perimeter to search for Soonyoung, and there he was, waving you over from the sidewalk with a bright grin on his face.

Before you could even make your way over and break the news to him, he yelled out with his hands cupped around his mouth, “That’s my girl!”

You blushed, stopping in your tracks and staring at him for so long that it took a car honking at you to propel you back into motion. You scrambled over to Soonyoung, eyes wide as saucers and still frazzled from the emotional turmoil you went through with Jeonghan.

He wrapped an arm around you. “You know, no matter the result, I’m proud of you for trying. There’s always next time, you know?”

“Soonyoung—”

“Did everything else go well, though? Other than you almost killing him, obviously.”

“Soonyoung, I—”

“It was probably just bad luck, honestly. I mean, it was a recoverable bump, not even a full-on crash! You were going so slow that anyone could walk that off.”

“Soonyoung!” you yelled, thrusting your score sheet into his hands. “I passed!”

His eyes widened. “You passed?!”

“I passed!” you squealed. “I have to tell Junhui! I mean, he totally thought I was gonna fail my first two or six tries!”

Soonyoung crushed you into a hug, which would’ve been more endearing if your ribs weren’t being squeezed so hard. “Holy shit, Y/N, I’m so proud of you.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Be my girlfriend,” he spoke against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, and you immediately froze.

Kwon Soonyoung wanted to be your boyfriend. Even with everything that had happened—from the STIIZY pods, to the car crash, to the glow-in-the-dark condom—you still felt relief flooding your veins at the thought of Soonyoung liking you as much as you liked him. It almost felt like you were in a dream.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally remembered how to breathe.

You pulled back to look at him, and even though it was the middle of the day, it felt like all the stars were out to make Soonyoung shine brighter than usual.

“Be my girlfriend,” he repeated, softer this time, and his eyes were gentle as his hands reached for yours. Your lips immediately tugged down and your eyes were welling up with tears. “No, no, no, Y/N, don’t start crying at the DMV.”

You wiped at the corner of your eye. “I can’t help it. I always cry at the DMV.” He smiled down at you fondly, waiting for you to gather your composure. You mustered up the strength to lift your head and nod eagerly. “I accept.”

He was your boyfriend now. The word felt strange on your tongue, but it also filled you with inexplicable happiness. And when you saw how Soonyoung’s eyes crinkled at the corners, you thought you could definitely get used to this.

“You’re so cute.” He laughed, pulling you into his embrace once again. “How about we go get something to eat after you tell them your score?”

You grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

While Soonyoung was waiting in the car for you (and probably readjusting your terrible parking job before he got yelled at), you walked into the DMV and stood in the same line you were in months ago for your permit test. You remembered the anxious feeling of possibly failing your written test a seventh time, but now you felt a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“I did it,” you gushed to the woman at the counter, handing her your score sheet. “I passed.”

“Congratulations!” she chirped, examining the papers before turning to type something on her computer. She turned to grab your temporary license from the printer and handed it to you. “Here you go. Your real one should come in the mail in a few weeks.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, inspecting your new license with bright eyes.

You failed your permit test six times, only passing on your seventh attempt. While other children were getting their licenses at the age of sixteen, you were still trying to pass the written test in your twenties. And, yes, you had severe driving anxiety, but you crossed that hurdle yourself and finally passed your driving test on your first try.

So, that glass ceiling? Consider it smashed.

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ultravi0lence14 · 7 months ago

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Crush

dean winchester x fem!reader

2.6k | angst, fluff

summary: operation, have you and dean actually get along. that is all sam begged and pleaded to happen. though, it worked better than he initially had hoped.

sam believed that if he rolled his eyes anymore, they’d get stuck at the back of his head. he loved you, don’t get it twisted. it’s just that when you and dean were in the same room, things seemed to get a lot more. . . aggravating, to say it lightly.

the winchester brothers had met you around three years ago on a hunt in washington. a pesky demon is what brought you all together. well, it was more or less you and sam. dean was just an added on bonus that wasn’t really a bonus because you wanted to slap him across the face every ten seconds.

you and dean winchester hadn’t gotten along since the jump, and sam could easily vouch for the statement since he’d been in the middle of the lengthy feud for many years. dean was cocky, stubborn, and always had to be right, something you couldn’t stand. as someone who strived on being independent, a man like dean was a thorn in your side.

for years, anytime sam called you to help on a case, or you three were in the same place at the same time, you and dean would always end up in some kind of fight. whether it be his idea was better than yours or dean’s constant need to blare his music in the car it didn’t matter. you would always fight and sam would always dream of cutting his eyes out with a blunt butter knife

this hunt wasn’t any different. a witch had been using the residents of a small town in mississippi as her personal test dummy’s. droppings bodies left, right, and centre. so with a call from sam, you hopped on a bus and met the two brothers at their motel in kentucky, ready to join the hunt.

dean always teased you for not having a constant form of transportation, but you weren’t a douche who rode in a classic muscle car. especially one who was attached to it as a baby is to their bottle, so his digs just went completely deaf to you.

knocking on the winchester’s motel room door, sam greeted you with a gleaming smile on his face. arms extended for a hug, you cuddled into his chest and rested your head by his shoulder, catching a glimpse of dean shovelling a mini pie into his mouth.

when the older brother caught your eye, he just scoffed. hands moving to cross over his chest as you stepped away from sam and did the same.

“we really don’t need her help sammy.” dean practically snarled, mouth tilting up in a devious smirk. “she’s probably already got plans with all her little pals on the bus.”

sam just sighed, already mentally prepared for the kindergarten level digs you two were going to throw at each other. he almost left the room as he watched your shoulders square and your jaw clench. “oh very funny dean.” you retorted, hands resting in your pockets so you didn’t choke the man. “why don’t i just go slash all your tires? then maybe we can be bus buddies.”

“don’t you dare even think about touching my baby!” dean’s finger had lifted in the air in a pointing motion at you, and sam felt his hands lift up and slap against his thighs. “oh dear god, you guys are killing me! there’s people who need are help, and you two fighting like an old married couple isn’t going to help them.”

the sour look on your face when sam mentioned you and dean in the same sentence as married couple could’ve been made as a reaction photo, yet sam and dean didn’t acknowledge it as they led the way outside and to the infamous chevy impala.

nothing could ever prepare sam for the long car rides with you and his brother. it was either copious hours of bickering or a tense silence that had sam so uncomfortable he questioned if walking was a good idea.

this time the silence was so thick, sam genuinely reached his breaking point. Years of breaking up your arguments and having to be the middleman drove him to a dire conclusion; he needed to get you and Dean to like each other.

the plan was truly fool proof. force the two of you to work on the case together and boom, all the arguing and petty fights would be a faraway memory. sam had to contain his grin when he mentioned that interviewing the families is more of a one person job than going to the morgue. his grin didn’t leave his face even as he mentioned that he was better with comforting grieving families than either you or dean.

no words were spoken between you and dean in the car ride towards the morgue. in all honesty, you never knew what to say to the man. he was always angry, finding something to get mad about and always finding a way for it to be your fault.

truthfully, maybe that’s why you hated him. he never let you explain yourself, always jumping to conclusions and blaming you for the smallest things. if it wasn’t for his quick temper and communication issues, you’d probably have a huge crush on the man.

it was dean winchester at the end of the day. and as much of a dick as he was to you, you witnessed those moments he had with sam or with a family member or victim on a case where he wasn’t an absolute dickhead. it was sad really, how much dean hated you. sam spoke up and down that you and dean would be a great duo, yet you never got to prove him right or wrong since his older brother couldn’t go five minutes without arguing with you.

although, something you weren’t aware of was that dean’s thoughts were very similar to yours. he didn’t know why you got under his skin, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you for weeks after you would leave.

the man knew there was nothing wrong with you. he was just stubborn, and pushing people away before he got too close to them was his specialty. what if you became someone special in his life? what if because of that, you died, and then dean would blame himself for the rest of his life.

it was easier to keep you at an arms length than to get too close, and yeah sam would say he was being childish, but dean didn’t really care. you hating him and staying alive was better than him meaning something to you and that being the reason you were dead.

the trip to the morgue was awkward for the better part. you were trying to rid your mind of any thoughts you had on dean in the car and the man in question was trying his best to remain a good foot away from you. both of you could tell that something had shifted in that stupid ten minute car ride, but neither of you wanted to bring it up.

sam knew something was up when he met with you and dean again. it wasn’t even close to his end goal, but he knew that he was getting close to the feud between you and dean to finally be over.

his final shove was suggesting that you and dean check out the home of moira carlson while he goes to talk to the sheriff in charge of the murders. an argument raged on, but begrudgingly, you and dean left together to go investigate the number one suspects home.

dean had gotten to the home in under ten minutes, and now you found yourself and dean sneaking around the back of mrs carlson’s home to slip in the back door.

a scoff could be heard behind you. and as you turned around, you saw dean with an exasperated look on his face. “jesus woman, can you breathe any louder?”

the pettiness of dean’s complaint just had you rolling your eyes, turning back so you could make your way to where the sliding back door was; unlocked thankfully.

moira carlson’s home definitely screamed evil witch who enjoys killing people. occult items and witchy like items were sprawled around the living and dining room. a big pot in the kitchen alongside weird looking herbs also tipped you off. you would’ve mentioned how cliche all of this was if dean didn’t drop and shatter a statue like a dumb ass.

“are you serious!” you exclaimed, whipping around to look at dean’s hunched figure, trying to clean the broken pieces of the statue in a hurry. “can you not be a complete oaf for one damn second?”

the eldest winchester just laughed humourlessly, standing back up with all the broken pieces in his hand. “i’m not the one stomping around like an ogre. she can be home for all we know.”

“coming from the guy with the cinder blocks for shoes.” you scoffed, both you and dean looking down at his monstrous boots. “all of this complaining is really rich coming from you, dean winchester.”

it seemed that at that very moment, dean had enough of your guys’ bickering. with a wild look in his eye, dean flew off the handle in a way that you probably wouldn’t be able to describe in full accuracy ever again. he started off with a disbelieved “really!” and then ranted on for longer than you ever could’ve pictured.

“how is it possible that you think i’m the one always complaining, miss whines a lot.” your eyes buggered out of your head as you looked on past dean. “you know, i’ve been keeping my cool for sammy’s sake but you are really a piece of work. i know i’m not the best person to be around 24/7 but cmon, can you not try and be civil for once?”

he kept going. yet you weren’t focused on whatever dean was saying, for moira carlson, in all of her evil witchy goodness, was coming up behind dean with a spell on her tongue that did not look friendly at all.

“dean.” you muttered, watching as the now ghastly looking woman got closer. he didn’t listen though, just threw his arms in the air and let his hands reside on his hips like a child. “oh so mature y/n. go on and interrupt me-“

“get down you idiot!” your body smacked down to the floor just as the witch threw dean across the room. poor bastard didn’t even have time to turn around. attempting to take shelter behind the sofa, you grabbed on to dean’s sprawled body and shuffled across the floor while trying to shoot at mrs carlson.

somehow, you got the two of you behind the sofa, propping dean in a sitting position before resting your body over the couch so you could take a shot. dean was frantically texting sam, warning his brother about what danger you two were in while wheezing in the air that got knocked out of his lungs.

with a mighty wave of her hand, the witch blew the couch into two pieces. dean’s body slumped back to the floor, too bruised and in pain to allow the man to even move a muscle. a loud cackle could be heard as mrs carlson moved in on dean, ready to deliver her final blow.

she was about to, if it wasn’t for your gun going off at the perfect time and striking her right in her forehead. the woman slumped to the ground beside dean, the man in question shimmying as far away from her as possible before you rushed over and propped him up on the nearest wall.

“oh god.” you mumbled, watching as dean nearly coughed up a lung. you knew he was okay, he took worse beating than this. it was just the fact of seeing him get thrown around like a rag doll that had an emotion bubbling to the forefront of your mind. one you never thought you’d experience towards dean.

waving you off, dean sat himself up straighter and took a deep intake of air. “i’m okay y/n, it’s fine. though you probably just saved my life.” dean all of a sudden had the realization that he didn’t need to be so closed off all this time. you could easily handle your own, and having someone like you would probably be the best thing that ever happened to him.

a sheepish blush rose to your cheeks as dean stared at you longer, and suddenly, you realized that maybe the man wasn’t as bad as you initially thought. deep down, you cared about him. yeah, you two could fight like cats and dogs, but so does everyone. at the end of the day, you would always be there for dean and he’d do the same for you.

“i’m sorry for how i’ve treated you these past couple of years.” your random word vomit had dean snapping his head up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at your nervous features. “i know you have your own way of doing things and i shouldn’t pester you about everything. it sucks that you probably still hate me, but can we please work on us-“

“i never hated you.” dean cut you off so quickly it was almost like he couldn’t bare hold down those words any longer. your nervous face turned shocked, and suddenly dean had the confidence to say what he always wanted to. “ever since i was young, every person i’ve ever cared about either leave’s or dies, and i somehow just knew that you were special the first moment i met you.” a somber smile appeared on your face, and you found yourself moving closer and closer to dean as he continued to speak.

“i’m sorry i never gave you a chance sweetheart, but would you give me one now?” you didn’t have to be asked twice, for in an instant you perched yourself in dean’s lap and smashed your lips onto his.

dean didn’t take long to reciprocate your actions. hands moving to go around your waist and nestle in your hair while your own gripped tightly onto his t shirt. dean’s mouth was exploring all the places he wished he could’ve kissed you sooner. your soft lips, all around your face. when he moved on to placing sloppy kisses on your neck, you felt the vibrations of his voice against your skin as he kept mumbling. ‘so perfect’ and ‘you’re so beautiful, everything i could ever dream of.’

unknown to the two of you, sam had just walked in the front door and was ready to defend you all against the destructive witch. though to his surprise — and slight disgust if he was being honest, he stepped into the living room to see you and dean behind a destroyed couch. the two of you were heavily making out and dean just put it upon himself to wrap his one arm around the underside of your ass, hoisting you further up on his body and giving it a firm squeeze in the process.

“well fuck.” sam mumbled to himself, slightly gagging up his salad from lunch as he watched dean pull your head back by a tuft of your hair and start leaving trails of hickeys down your neck.

“yeah, that’s enough of that.” the youngest winchester just silently mumbled to himself as he walked back outside the front door, leaving you and dean in the middle of a random house to sort out all of your pent up feelings in a way he definitely shouldn’t be seeing.

#supernatural #imagine #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural x reader #fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester x you #dean

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Triple Crown Cupid

Author’s Note: My first Tee fic! Hope the anon who requested this enjoys this cute little read.

You were going to KILL him. Soon.

Maybe not you personally ending his life, but maybe you'd get on the dark web and hire someone else to do it. Some untraceable Russian network that could never be tied back to you so that you'd get away with killing the Bengals' number one offensive weapon, who may be the best receiver in football.

Ja'Marr was an hour late to dinner. An hour. And this dinner wasn’t even your idea—he begged you to come. You didn’t even want to leave the house tonight, but after the week you’d had—your boss nitpicking your project, your landlord ignoring your calls—the idea of catching up with Ja’Marr felt like a lifeline. And now? You were sitting here alone, ignored, and spiraling into increasingly dramatic murder plots.

Because of that? You needed a drink.

Or three.

You stood up and headed to the bar, staring at the gigantic glass of sangria you'd just ordered. The more sips you took, the more the anger was washed away and replaced with a rich pomegranate taste that transported you to a more peaceful, less homicidal state.

"Aye...Y/N, is that you?"

The voice was warm and familiar, tugging you out of your wine-soaked spiral. You turned, and there he was — Tee, flashing that easy smile that always seemed to make things feel lighter. "That is you. What are you doin' here?"

Gently placing your drink down, you spun around in your chair to fully face him. "Tee!" you exclaim, pulling him in for a hug. "I was supposed to have dinner with Ja'Marr but that bitch stood me up. I should've known he wasn't actually driving down here."

"Yeah...his lazy ass wasn't going nowhere tonight. And um—He told me he had this girl he wanted me to meet but she isn't here yet," he gestures toward the seat next to you, "mind if I sit here while I wait?"

"Of course not, I'm just gonna finish my drink and head home. Try to convince myself not to stab your little friend," you tell him with a dry laugh.

He flashes a warm smile, ordering a drink while shaking his head. "You gon be aight. Got to have that fat glass of wine, I can order us an appetizer. And, I'm better to hang out with than he is anyway. That man prolly on the phone with Dej right now. He is not worried about you."

"You know what, you're right." You take a second, looking around the room before the truth hits you. "He is worried about me though. Which is why he did this."

Tee looks at you, extremely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Your date. She isn't coming. Just like Ja'Marr 'stood me up?'" You put quotes on the last part, waiting for him to get it and he thinks to himself, rubbing his hand over his face.

"He think he slick," Tee muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Motherfucker thinks he's setting us up."

"He’s not slick," you shot back. "He's a fucking dummy."

"Yeah, but he's our dummy." Tee grinned. "But... since he clearly wants us to eat together, might as well get a steak or something cause I'm not gonna lie, I'm starving. You hungry?"

You nodded slowly, standing up and walking back to the hostess who immediately got a table for the two of you.

Ja'Marr couldn't have been right. That just wasn't what was happening here. You were just two people who just happened to enjoy each other's company while having dinner, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, Tee was hilarious, it was endearing how much he loved and respected his mom after everything they had been through together. His smile could light up a room and he was kind to the wait staff, tipping generously after paying for your meal no matter how much you tried to tell him he didn't have to do it. But that didn't mean anything, so you pulled out your phone to order an Uber and forget all of this ever even happened.

"I can just drive you home if you want? It's on my way back to the house, kinda late for you to be alone downtown."

You should've told him it was fine. That you'd get home on your own, but something in you really wanted to spend more time with him for some reason so you let him lead you out of the restaurant and into his car.

The ride to your place was pretty quiet, he hummed along to the music every once in a while, bopping his head to the beat as you tried not to stare at his hand wrapped around the steering wheel, examining every tattoo like you'd need the information to pass a test.

He walked you up to your apartment, making sure you got in safe. You turned the key in the door, letting the two of you in, tossing your shoes to the side by the door, hoping that you'd remember to put them away in the morning.

Tee laughs again, holding onto the door. "Ja'Marr is funny bro. Did he think we were just gonna fall in love after one little dinner date?"

"I don't know what he thought. But he was wrong. Tonight was great. You're great. But we just—”

"We aren’t gonna fall in love," Tee says, almost like he’s convincing himself.

"Exactly." Your voice barely comes out, the air between you suddenly thicker than it should be.

He takes a step closer. "Just friends."

"Just friends," you echo — but when his hand rests against your waist, neither of you move away.

He continues walking towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

Friends.

"I think imma head out, it's late." Tee muttered. But his hand didn’t move, he was still holding onto you.

"Yeah."

And then he kissed you — and suddenly, murder plots and missing friends didn’t seem so important anymore.

It wasn’t tentative or uncertain—it was all urgency, like he'd been holding back for too long and couldn’t stand it another second. His lips parted against yours, warm and insistent, and you met him just as fiercely. Your fingers curled into his shirt, dragging him closer until his chest was flush against yours. His hand slid up your spine, the other sliding effortlessly on your neck, caressing your cheek, holding you like he was terrified you might slip away.

When you stumbled back against the wall, Tee followed without hesitation, his body pressing you there, caging you in event though you'd never felt more free. He kissed you deeper, and you let yourself drown in it — the taste of him, the heat of his breath against your skin, the low sound he made when you nipped at his bottom lip.

His hands were everywhere — sliding down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, splaying wide against your hips as if he needed to memorize every inch of you. You gasped when his lips left your mouth, dragging along your jaw before settling at the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His lips felt like they belonged on your body, and you barely recognized the soft sound that escaped your lips.

"You good?" he murmured, voice husky and low, his forehead resting against yours. His thumb brushed over your cheek like he was trying to steady you — or maybe himself.

"Yeah," you breathed, your fingers still tangled in his shirt. "I just..."

"Me too," he said, like he already knew. His lips found yours again, softer this time—slower, deeper, like he'd decided he didn’t need to rush. His fingers traced lazy patterns against your waist, and you melted into him, letting yourself forget everything except the feel of him, warm and steady and safe, holding you like you were something worth holding on to. The kiss deepened, his tongue tracing yours with a slow, deliberate ease that made your knees weak. He kissed you like he had nowhere else to be, no care in the world, like this was exactly where he wanted to stay.

The walk to your room was quiet, but the air between you felt heavy, charged with something you couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine too closely. Tee’s hand found yours halfway down the hall, his fingers lacing through yours like it was instinct.

You didn’t let go.

The moment the door closed behind you, his lips were on yours again, deeper this time, more desperate. He kissed you like he was chasing something, like this moment might slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You felt his hands roam — one cradling your face, the other pressed firm against the small of your back, guiding you closer until there was nothing but warm air and body between you.

You let yourself get lost in it, in the softness of his skin, the rough scrape of his goatee against your jaw, the way his fingers flexed when you pushed him toward the bed. When the back of his knees hit the edge, he sat down, pulling you into his lap like you belonged there. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, your fingers sliding down his waves as his mouth moved down your neck. Each kiss, each press of his lips against your skin, felt like a promise you knew he couldn’t keep.

Somewhere between his fingers tracing your spine and your hands sliding beneath his shirt, you knew this wasn’t just a kiss anymore — this was something else. Something deeper. Something you’d both regret in the morning. But you didn’t stop.

Neither of you said a word when you finally curled beneath the sheets, your head resting on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your arm. You lay there in the quiet with him, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. Neither of you spoke, but the silence felt heavy — like if you said the wrong thing, the whole moment might slip away. His hand never stopped moving — up and down on your back, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go yet.

“I should probably go,” he mumbled eventually, his voice low and heavy with sleep.

“You’re already here,” you murmured back, not quite ready to break whatever this was. “Just...stay.”

He did.

In the morning, sunlight crept in through the blinds, painting lines across his bare shoulders. You woke before him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a minute, you let yourself believe this could be something real — something that made sense. But it couldn’t be. Because Ja’Marr couldn’t be right.

When Tee finally stirred, his arm tightened around your waist before he blinked his eyes open. He looked at you like he was still half-asleep, a sleepy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I should head out,” he said again, voice hoarse from sleep. He didn’t move.

“Yup,” you answered softly, your fingers grazing his arm one last time before you slipped out of bed. “This...can’t happen again.”

He sat up slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “I know,” he muttered. But something about the way he looked at you — like he wasn’t quite ready to leave yet — made you wonder if either of you really believed that.

“It was just one time,” you said firmly, as much for yourself as for him.

“One time,” Tee echoed, pulling his shirt over his head. He paused at the door, hand resting on the knob. “Ja’Marr’s still a dumbass, though.”

You laughed — a breathless, shaky sound — and nodded. “He definitely is.”

And when Tee finally left, the room felt too quiet, too empty — like something important had just walked out the door with him.

Running a hand over your face you sighed hearing the door close. You didn't know a lot, but you knew that Ja'Marr Anthony Chase was going to die.

Turns out, the one time thing turned into two times. And then another time. And then he texted you one night to come check out the new jellyfish he got and you ended up wearing nothing but his t-shirt after doing unspeakable things with him in the living room. He patted you on the back so you could sit up, "I'm grabbing you some water, you need some after all that." He giggles, kissing you on the forehead before heading to the fridge. Tee heads back over to you, handing you a bottle of water with a sigh.

"Thank you," you whisper, catching the blank look on his face. "What's on your mind? What are you thinking about?"

Tee leaned back against the couch, his eyes distant. "I'm thinking... maybe Ja'Marr isn't as dumb as we thought."

You blinked at him, bottle still in hand. "No," you said firmly, like you could will it into truth. "No, absolutely not."

"I mean..." He rubbed a hand over his face, clearly working through something. "I kept telling myself this was just fun, but..." He glanced at you, voice softer. "I think I'm falling for you."

Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of panic and warmth flooding you at the same time.

"I hate it," you whispered, but the words came out shaky. Then you kissed him, like that would erase everything, like it would keep things simple.

When you pulled back, Tee smiled—the kind that softened his whole face. "I don't hate it." His fingers traced lazy circles along your thigh. "But I'm not tryna hear Ja'Marr gloat about it either."

"Agreed." You grinned despite yourself. "We cannot let him know. He'll never let us live it down."

"Exactly."

For a moment, the room was quiet except for the hum of the fish tank. Tee's hand found yours, fingers threading together like they belonged there.

"So..." he started, his voice hesitant. "If I'm gonna be stuck falling for you, you wanna make it official? Like... boyfriend-girlfriend? Dates, flowers, anniversaries, real relationship shit."

"Wait..." You shook your head, still stunned. "You actually want to be with me? For real?"

"Yeah," Tee said simply, his fingers giving yours a reassuring squeeze. "I wanna be with you."

You couldn't fight the smile tugging at your lips. "I wanna be with you too."

Kissing Tee had always felt like an out-of-body experience, but kissing your boyfriend? There weren't enough words in the human dictionary to describe how it felt to find the person you knew was put on this Earth just for you.

"You know what we should do first?" You gave him a devious smile, knowing he'd already be intrigued.

"I'm all ears."

"We should play a little game with Ja'Marr," you said, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm. "Let him think he's wrong since he thought he was the smartest man alive setting us up like that. Call it, payback."

"You're so damn evil." Tee grinned, kissing you again. "I'm in."

Ja'Marr just made things so easy for you.

"I'm sorry okay. I thought y'all would get along. You're my people, he's my people. I just thought it would make sense." You heard his annoyed tone over the phone.

You sigh, laughing at him for multiple reasons, hearing Dej laughing at him too. "Now that it's over, what have we learned?"

He grumbles under his breath, "I was wrong."

"What was that?"

"I was wrong, damn!"

You nodded, basking in your victory for a few hours before Ja'Marr's get-together that night.

The air buzzed with laughter and music when you arrived at Ja'Marr's place. A mix of teammates, friends, and familiar faces filled the room, but it didn't take long for your eyes to land on Tee. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, flipping a poker chip between his fingers like he didn't have a care in the world. He hadn’t noticed you yet — or maybe he was pretending not to.

"You good?" Ja'Marr's voice pulled you back. He followed your gaze, and your stomach flipped as you realized what he might be thinking. "Don't worry," Ja'Marr grinned smugly. "He won't bother you. I told him you're off-limits now."

You choked back a laugh, forcing your best poker face. "Appreciate that."

You kept your distance for most of the night, playing cards and talking with Ja'Marr’s girlfriend. But you knew Tee was there — you could feel his eyes on you whenever you crossed the room. It was almost too easy to pretend like you weren’t aching to be near him.

Later, Ja'Marr got a little too caught up in a heated FIFA match, and you walked into one of the guest rooms to charge your phone. Minutes later, Tee followed.

"You're doing a good job ignoring me," he teased, voice low.

"I have to," you said with a smirk. "Ja'Marr’s convinced we're done."

"And you like rubbing it in his face." Tee chuckled, stepping closer. His hand grazed yours, fingers curling lightly around your pinky—a small touch, but enough to make your heart race.

"It's fun," you admitted with a grin. "Watching him think he's right when he's so wrong. Or when he's right and he thinks he's wrong. I don't know which one is funnier."

"What's not funny is how bad I wanna kiss you right now."

For a moment, you forgot where you were, forgot that Ja'Marr’s living room was just a few steps away. Tee’s eyes flicked down to your lips, and you knew if you didn’t pull away now, things were going to spiral.

"Get back out there please," you whispered, barely trusting your voice. "Before we get caught."

He smiled, but didn’t move right away. "Yeah...I'll see you at yours in 30 minutes."

Two days later, while you were spending the night at Tee's, Ja'Marr called. "Look, I don't know what you on tonight but meet me in an hour. Ghost Baby. Got somebody I want you to meet."

"Somebody you want me to meet?" Tee repeated, glancing at you sprawled across his couch in his hoodie, looking way too comfortable to leave.

"Yeah. She's cool as hell. Trust me."

"Man..." Tee dragged a hand down his face, stalling. "Alright. I'll pull up."

"Hot date?" You ask him, laughing as he hits you with a pillow, kissing you on the cheek so he can hop in the shower.

"You play too much, I'll see you in an hour. Two, max."

The man, your boyfriend, walks out the door to go on a date with some random woman and you can't help but laugh because at the end of the day he's coming home to you.

Later that evening, Tee found himself in a place he wasn’t sure he should be, sitting across from a woman he couldn’t even remember the name of.

He knew Ja'Marr introduced her when they walked in—something with an "A" maybe? Ashley? Amber? Alex? He wasn’t sure, but she was sitting way too close, practically glued to his side, her fingers constantly drifting to his knee like she was testing if it could move.

"So," she said, leaning in with a sugary smile. "Ja'Marr says you're really into movies."

"Yeah," Tee answered vaguely, reaching for his drink. "I love movies."

"Me too!" she gushed. "My favorite is Friday After Next."

His head snapped toward her so fast his neck almost cracked. "Friday After Next, huh?"

She nodded eagerly, her fingers sliding a little higher on his leg. Tee shifted away, pretending to reach for a napkin.

"That's funny," he muttered under his breath, barely hiding his suspicion. "Because that's my favorite movie."

"I know!" she giggled, giving Ja'Marr a look like she’d just hit the jackpot. "Ja'Marr told me."

Of course he did.

Tee tried to smile, but all he could think about was you sitting on his couch two weeks ago, stubborn as hell with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Bad Boys is way better," you had argued. "Funnier too."

"You're crazy!" Tee had shot back, nearly spilling his drink from laughing so hard. "Friday After Next is a classic. You can't compare the two."

"Yeah, well, just because it's your favorite doesn't make it the funniest," you teased. "I'm sorry, but Will and Martin have better chemistry."

"You really tryna get kicked out, huh?" he joked, pretending to reach for your keys on the table before you snatched them away, both of you giggling like idiots.

Tee blinked back to reality, snapping to attention as what’s-her-name burst into laughter beside him, hand still creeping up his thigh. He hadn't even said anything funny.

"Anyway," she said, voice syrupy sweet, "I was thinking maybe after this we could go somewhere quieter."

"Yeah... about that," Tee muttered, clearing his throat and setting his glass down. "I actually forgot I promised my neighbor I'd help him move some stuff tonight. Can’t leave him hangin'."

"Your neighbor?" Ja'Marr cut in, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Man, ain't nobody moving furniture at 9 p.m."

"Nah, he's weird like that," Tee lied with a grin, sliding back his chair and tossing a few bills on the table. "Nice meeting you, though."

He practically bolted for the door, fingers dialing before he even made it to his car.

"Oh?" you answered, sounding smug. "That was faster than I thought."

"Well baby," Tee grinned, "you know your man is talented. I wanted to ask if you’re down to go for a little night drive?”

"I'll be ready in five," you said, and Tee could hear your smile through the phone.

Damn. He couldn’t wait to get home.

Twenty minutes later, you were parked in a quiet lot near your favorite sushi spot, your legs tucked up under you in the passenger seat, chopsticks in hand. The glow of the streetlight above flickered every so often, but Tee's car felt warm, safe.

“Bae…she laughed at everything I said. Every fuckin’ thing. I was getting a little scared for her laughbox, it must be broken or sum.”

You almost choked on your spicy salmon roll, “Tamaurice…”

“Nah baby, I was really concerned for ol girl. Couldn’t even tell you what her name was.”

“You don’t remember her name? Oh my god you like me! You REALLY like me.”

He groans, leaning his head back and covering his face as you place your hand on his, trying to peel his hand away so you can look him in the eyes. “I like you a lot,” he peaks through his fingers, “I’m really fucking happy with you.”

Tee puts his hands down, grabbing onto yours and kissing the palm of your hand before grabbing his food like his words didn’t just rearrange your brain chemistry.

"I don't get it," he said, pausing between bites. "How do you always know exactly what I need? Like...tonight, I couldn't stand bein' there. I just wanted to see you."

You smiled softly, but there was something else behind it — something warmer, deeper. "I don't know...I guess I just get you."

"Yeah...you do." Tee set his food down, shifting so he was facing you fully. His gaze softened. "I don't really...do this. Like, the whole opening up thing. Never really felt like I could."

"Me either," you admitted quietly. "It’s always been easier to keep people at arm’s length. But with you...it’s different."

"Yeah?" His voice was low, rougher than usual.

"Yeah," you whispered. "You make it easy."

Tee reached over, fingers sliding between yours. "I never thought I could...just be me, and that’d be enough for somebody. But you?" He let out a breathy laugh, like the weight of it all had been sitting heavy on his chest. "You make me feel like I can breathe."

"You can," you promised, squeezing his hand tightly. "You always can."

For a long moment, the world outside the car didn’t exist — no bullshit, no lies, no games. Just you and Tee, wrapped up in something real. Something safe. Something undeniable that you felt in your gut was going to last.

That feeling of peace didn’t last long. The hum of the city outside the car’s windows pulled him back to reality, and soon enough, Tee was back at the gym. The air inside was thick with the scent of sweat and stale air, a sign they’d been working out too long. Ja’Marr leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone, while Tee and a couple of the other guys stretched on the mats, still catching their breath.

"Man," one of the guys groaned, pulling his knee to his chest, "I don't know how you talked me into that last set. My arms still shaking."

"That's why you gotta build that stamina," Tee said, tossing a towel over his shoulder. "You think we get open without putting in extra reps?"

"Exactly," Ja'Marr added, not even looking up from his phone. "I know y’all tryna get like me. Hard work pays off."

"You just like showing off," Tee shot back, grinning.

"Yeah? And you just like disappearing after workouts," Ja'Marr said, finally looking up. "Where you always rushing off to anyway? Running away like somebody chasin’ you."

"Man, nowhere important," Tee said, tying his shoe. "I just gotta... my girl be waiting on me sometimes."

The words hung in the air a second too long.

"Your what?" Ja'Marr's head snapped up, brow raised.

"My...uh... my neighbor's girl," Tee fumbled, scrambling for a save. "She works nights, so I keep an eye out when she gets home. She kinda nervous walking in alone."

"Mmmhmm," Ja'Marr said slowly, clearly not buying it. "Your neighbor's girl, huh? Funny how she got you canceling every date I set up for you."

"I ain't cancel every date," Tee argued.

"Bro," Ja'Marr laughed dryly. "You fake-moved furniture at nine o'clock last week."

"That man has a bad back," Tee said, fighting a grin. "I'm just being neighborly."

"Nah," Ja'Marr pointed at him, shaking his head. "I'm onto you."

"Ain't nothing to be onto," Tee shot back, but his voice cracked just enough to give him away.

Ja'Marr narrowed his eyes, but before he could press further, one of the guys spoke up, changing the subject. Tee exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

"You better hope Ja'Marr never finds out," one of the other guys muttered with a grin. "Man’s like a bloodhound."

Tee laughed under his breath, but his mind was already drifting — back to his place of yours, a movie marathon and hopefully having you for dessert.

Feeling like he was exactly where he needed to be a few days later, Tee was at his place with you, the two of you tangled up on his couch. Your head rested on his chest as his fingers lazily traced circles on your arm. It was peaceful, quiet — just the way you liked it.

"You know you don't have to keep lookin' at me like that," you murmured, peeking up at him.

"Like what?" He grinned, but you knew exactly what he was doing — watching you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Like you were something he couldn't believe he had.

Before you could say anything else, a loud knock rattled Tee's front door.

"Yo, Tee! Open up!"

Both of you froze. "That's Ja'Marr," Tee muttered, sitting up. "I knew he was up to something."

"What do we do?" you whispered, already halfway off the couch. "Should I hide?"

"Nah," Tee shook his head. "We're not doin' this anymore."

He walked to the door, unlocking it with a calmness that surprised you. Ja'Marr stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like he knew exactly what was happening. His gaze flicked past Tee, landing on you still sitting on the couch, wrapped in Tee’s hoodie.

"I knew it!" Ja'Marr shouted, pointing at you both. "I knew y'all were sneaking around! Man, I fuckin’ knew it!"

"Alright, alright," Tee laughed, stepping aside to let Ja'Marr in. "Yeah, we’ve been seeing each other. For a few weeks now."

"Damn, I knew it," Ja'Marr repeated, way too pleased with himself. "Y'all thought you were slick. I'm just mad I didn't catch you sooner."

"You're not... mad?" you asked, glancing between the two men.

"Mad?" Ja'Marr scoffed. "Girl, please. I'm just happy I was right. Told y'all you were perfect for each other." He clapped Tee on the back. "Proud of you brother man."

"Thank you, it’s been uh—really good,” Tee grinned at you.

Ja’Marr looks between you and Tee and smirks, letting out a dramatic sigh, “alright, I’m gone. I’ll let you lovebirds be, before I see something I really don’t wanna see,” he looks at his teammate before heading out the door, “you will tell me exactly how this happened from start to finish when I see you next.”

Tee laughs, putting his hand around your shoulders, “whatever bruh, just go home.”

With another small laugh, the door closes and your man pulls you in, laughing softly as he brushes a thumb over your cheek. "Guess he was right."

"We’re gonna be hearing about this until the day we die," you whispered, smiling as you leaned in.

"I know," Tee muttered against your lips before kissing you.

It was a kiss admitting defeat — a surrender to the fact that Ja'Marr Chase had been right all along. And yet, it was impossible to care when Tee was kissing you like this, warm and steady, like you were exactly where you belonged.

#tee higgins #tee higgins x reader #tee higgins imagine #nfl imagine

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yourcutelittlegayfriend · 5 months ago

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LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING!!

*grabs your shirt and pulls you close*

DC/Batfamily x Witwicky! Reader x Transformers (Completely Platonic only)

where reader gets sent to Gotham when they're still a baby for their safety as a last resort (which is fckn crazy like cuz pick which one is worse Joker or Megatron) by their Witwicky relatives because of Optimus orders so they can distract the decepticons first and find them again when it's safe (Sam may or may not exist in this au).

First origin After that Reader grew up in an orphanage but became a prodigy because of their high IQ and fascinating inventions due to inheriting their -unknowingly- great great grandfather Archibald Amundsen Witwicky's intelligence (idk im just winging this) then becoming the youngest engineer/mechanic in the gotham (world idk) that caught the attention of Batman when they accidentally hacked the batcomputer something they kind of jokingly bet to their professor so they don't have to do their thesis but was peer pressured in the end.

Batcomputer : *Starts glitching*

Batfam: *slightly tensed but wants to figure out who's the insane dummy that tries to hack THE Batcomputer*

Screen:

Reader: Heeeeeyyyyy it's meeeeee a hard working college student that needs proof that I actually hacked your computer, so Imma just take a lil pic and we'll just go back to our regular programming okie? Okay! *takes a selfie with the whole ass batfamily in their screen*

Reader: Thanks Batman! keep up the good work now to destroy evidence of the crime scene (still on the screen) *Shuts their laptop and proceeds to throw it out the window after*

*Gets adopted by Bruce Wayne anyway because a 13 year old kid in college needs money -preferably in cash- support and a Billionaire with the history of adopting wacky kids wants them for funsies*

Reader : *sits in the batcave with the hacking video on repeat in the batcomputer, surrounded and outnumbered by the batfam* Fuuuucccckkkk

Or 2nd you were sent instead by Edmund Burton, Alfred was the best option to protect and take care of the last descendant of Merlin and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans, you grew up under Bruce Wayne but used the last name Pennyworth as a disguise to hide your true lineage, you still end up becoming a prodigy and the sort of mechanic of the family (you literally 80-90% engineered and build the Batmobile and most of Batman's gadgets) you didn't end up becoming a vigilante/hero because you stive to be the normal one or The civilian member in the family, You're either a nephew/niece to Bruce or the living in Cousin to the kids, you bet your ass you're either partner in crimes with Tim/Barbara or you kept -humbly- beating their asses over being the smart ass in the family.

Tim: *Best at hacking, Tech and gadgetry, the more smart robin and on the line to become the Wayne inc CEO* I'm not bragging or anything.

(All robins are smart he's just abit on top)

Reader: *looks at their name in all of the blueprints of gadgets, weapons, suits, transportations, the batcomputer, the batmobile, the watchtower, the JL headquarters security/bldg and the upgraded batcave system* That's great Timmy! you really are the smartest! *side eye the stacked up and approved projects for Gotham Structural proposals as well as the contract papers for the new in line brand of Tech you're making and quickly hiding the shiny nameplate 'CEO of the most famous electronics brand' with your name engraved on it*

It can also be x Neglected Reader as well where any of the 2 is your origin but you barely get noticed by your family other than your inventions and because you really don't like being into the family business due to not having the physical advantage of literally punching someone in the face without breaking your hands first.

so you just exist and try to finish college and live away to find your other family/ Find Edmund or just travel the world.

Origins aside

The reason why you are so important is the location of the all spark that was supposed to be imprinted to Archie's glasses was transferred to his brain instead become wired inside and somehow passed down to you that's why Optimus needed you safe until they can send the Decepticons away and find you.

I can imagine it going down like this

The world was under a new threat either by Megatron, the decepticons, Unicorn or even The Quintessons no one yet knows other than J'onn J'onzz /Martian Manhunter and Hal or the whole Green Lantern Corps who were close or worked with the Autobots before were alerted by them to ask for help.

Optimus and the rest of the growing Autobots that were left in the planet as well as Edmund met up with the Justice League to have a discussion about the new threat and was surprised that they only need someone instead.

Batman: Why do you specifically need this someone?

Edmund: I have sent orders to the Witwicky family to send their child here in your city for their safety due to the facts they have the location of the all spark also being the last and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans.

Zatanna: Wait The Witwiccans? the one Merlin founded?

Edmund: Precisely my dear but should also add that they are the last living descendant of Merlin

Constantine who drops his lit cigarette: Fuckin hell and here I thought that man died a virgin HA!

Superman: And what is the all spark?

Optimus Prime: The All spark is a very powerful and ancient artifact from our old planet Cybertron, it has been documented by our people that it has the essence of our creator Primus himself.

Justice League looks more concerned:

Batman: And what danger does it bring to earth?

Optimus and the rest file them in about the years of war between the Autobots and decepticons, the destruction of Cybertron, they're arrival to Earth and explaining why the All Spark must never land in the hands of someone like Megatron or anything one with evil intentions.

Superman: Then as a fellow Alien that has took refuge and promise to protect Earth, We will help you but you must promise not to endanger the life of this Witwicky kid.

Batman: Now the only problem we need to solve is their whereabouts.

Edmund: Oh don't bother with that I had Hot Rod and Bumblebee fetch them earlier this morning.

Cue in a racing expensive red Lamborghini and yellow Chevrolet Camaro before transforming in the air and lands with You in Bumblebee's hand.

Reader: Hi! I don't know what's happening I didn't do it if you think I'm the suspect, I won't tell you anything till I get my lawyer.

The rest are in shock to see tiny you while Edmund greets you and distracts you from the rest.

The batfam and the rest of the league looks at Batman for an explanation

The younger heroes and sidekicks are amaze when they got a proper introduction from who you are.

Not Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are more proud about you but a bit worried because of the large problem you now have to carry on your shoulders but is happy you got tons of literal giant robot aliens to protect you along with the other heroes.

Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are shock to know the real you and what amazing things you've been hiding from your family, not only are you this legendary person that can locate and has the power to use a life giving artifact you've also been hiding your true self from them as they watch you interact with the Autobots and how you become comfortable and be expressive to them, you might be small and just a kid to their eyes but to the Autobots it's like you're their world.

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THAT'S ALL I GOT FOLKS!

Tell me if ya like it I might make this after I finish or laid down NMC! this doesn't have to be Yandere btw

#x reader #DC #Transformers #maccadam #batfamily #DC x reader #Transformers x Reader #Batfamily x reader

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supersoftly · 8 months ago

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The Fly 1986 is a great movie, but when Brundle states that his telepod isn't worthwhile until he can teleport living matter, I'm like 'bitch you fo real?!' You'd eliminate the cost of transportation for literally EVERYTHING ELSE. Do people understand how expensive shit is half the time because you got to get it on a boat, on a truck, on a plane, in a car and that's if it even stays fresh and/or intact the whole way? Emergency drops? Bam, medical supplies and equipment. Need to build a house? Boom, wood and steel. Oh no you forgot your wallet at home? Sike, I'll just teleport it. Like damn Mister Brundle, think of the logistics you dummy! Homer Simpson figured out how the common man would use it more than you did bro!

#granted homer could stick his hand in the telepod but still. even using telepods for toilets would be amazing js #like if i were tweaking it for improvement then allowing food would be stellar but teleporting inanimate objects is still amazingly helpful #iirc they said the computer was interpretting the taste of food and it was disgusting but maybe the nutritional value is still potent?

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spadeprincesss · 5 months ago

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OK I'll bite, I wanna know more about the Roleswap AU

so i know i begged people to ask about my AU but i’m still really happy you sent this in so thank you!

• Basically the plot of this story is after the events of the manga Vio attempts to bring Shadow back, with very little success.

• He tries method after method until he comes across a forbidden ritual that allows you to bend reality to an extent, this isn’t the triforce however, so doing so has a price (is there some sinister force behind this ritual that decides the price? perhaps).

• This means that when Vio wishes for Shadow to be free of the Dark World and live among them he ends up taking Shadow’s place instead, being transported there. He tries not to panic, figuring he can get himself out of this, and when the others realize he’s missing they’ll come to help right?

• However that’s not what happens.

• Shadow wakes up suddenly in a soft and warm bed, the curtains in the room drawn and letting very little of the morning sun drift in through the cracks.

• He’s a little disoriented, but as he gets up he starts to remember: he’s one of the four heroes of hyrule, they defeated Vaati and now they’ve all gone back to their lives as knights of hyrule. Yeah that sounds right.

• Everything seems fine for a few days until eventually he starts to have dreams he can never recall, but that leaves him feeling empty and anxious. Something was missing, out of place, but he never knows what.

• And it chases him, that feeling. Whenever he’d train in their private grounds and would find old dummies with arrow holes despite none of them having ever used a bow. Whenever he’d pass by the library, the old librarian would ask him in that shaky voice of hers when his friend would be coming over again. And even when he’s in his room and he’ll find old papers and vials he never remembers collecting in the first place.

• And worst of all is his weird reaction to the color purple, all of their reactions really. Last time Shadow had tried to wear the purple scarf Zelda knit him it had made the tension in the room incredibly awkward. They laughed it off as it not being his color but he could see it in their eyes: the confusion, the pain, they felt the same as him. Shadow had put the scarf in his drawer since then, but anytime he sees something– anything– of that damned color it's like a stab to the heart.

• It takes a few weeks, maybe months, all throughout where Vio tries to reach for him, trying to make him remember to no avail. Until eventually it all clicks and Shadow knows what’s wrong… this isn’t his life, its Vio’s life, and they’ve somehow swapped.

• At this point though its too late, because the longer Vio spent in the Dark World the more he starts to get poisoned by it, the magic he used trying to bring balance by turning him into the monster Shadow used to be. Until eventually he too forgets who he was and plays the role of the villain that was defeated by the heroes and now wants revenge.

• It takes a lot but Shadow does manage to find Vio, using his old notes still in his room to create window into the Dark World, but this time there’s someone on the other side who’s powerful enough to get out. So out comes Vio, newly reborn and taunting the heroes who defeated him, but now he’s stronger, he has more power and he’ll kill them all for what they’ve done.

• Vio’s usage of dark magic is much different than Shadow’s, he breaks them all down psychologically, forcing them into trances and hallucinations that have them fighting each other, but Shadow knows these tricks, grew up with them, so he breaks free and tells Vio to remember, to go back to being the hero he was.

• Vio laughs at the prospect and asks why he would ever trust a word he says ever again? However their encounter is cut short by Zelda and the maidens who drive him away, which leads to many questions like “is this what you were working on? reviving one of our foes we almost lost to when fighting Vaati and Ganon?”

• Shadow pleads, hoping maybe at least Zelda remembers, but she doesn’t, it must be Violet tampering with his memories. He’s a master of mind manipulation, you can never be too careful with him.

That’s all I’ll share for now cuz this is long enough but I do have more HAHAHA ♥️

#tysm for the ask #🥺🥺🥺#four swords #vio link #shadow link #red link #blue link #green link #vidow #princess zelda #asks #role swap au

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t2316m · 7 months ago

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I need to go to the gym, but I don’t wanna so here are some batfam workout hcs that were made purely to procrastinate

Dick is a calisthenics guy 100%, and he is pretentious about it to his family and other heroes (ie: doing handstands during team meetings or just hitting a pose somebody with a spine should never do just to rub his flexibilty in Bruce *cannot touch his toes* Wayne’s face)

However he also believes in having fun while exercising and so Dick pays extra at his gym to attend every single group workout class they offer from yoga to cycling circuit, to aqua zumba, he’s always the youngest and only male to ever attend any of the classes but he likes them and the old ladies there always offer the best gossip in Gotham

Nightwing also swears by cardio drumming techniques when beating ppl up with his escrima sticks

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Jason is the opposite of Dick, he simply doesn’t work out

Or he claims he doesn’t

He claims that his muscles are just genetics, and that he’s always been more athletic and muscular and that’s how he survived in crime alley as a kid

Tim calls bull and says that it was probably some Lazarus pit magic which Damian disproves claiming that that’s not how the pit works and that Todd is just some sort of genetic anomaly

In reality Jason has muscles because he doesn’t own a car or a butler. His bike is used exclusively by red hood as any civilian with a bike that expensive is a walking target and he cannot be bothered.

This leads to his primary mode of transportation being his feet, he doesn’t trust Gotham public transit to get him to where he needs in a timely manner so he walks/runs everywhere occasionally scaling a rooftop or two as a shortcut, he’s been doing this since he was a kid pre Batman so he’s quite used to it.

His suit and guns are also significantly heavier then the other bat’s suits and weapons which also gives him the extra muscle despite “not working out”

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Tim also doesn’t work out, but he genuinely doesn’t work out outside of being Red Robin, which is honestly a workout in itself

His strength and endurance typically comes from a mix of adrenaline, high pain tolerance, and stubbornness, that help him pull off inhumane feats

It is also a recipe for injury which Bruce has stressed multiple times but Tim believes that as long as he stretches he’ll be fine,

He is not fine and god knows his bones and joints snap, crackle, and pop all the time but his nighttime extracurriculars are enough to keep him toned and in shape

On rare occasions he will be spotted in a gym either productively with Steph and Duke or competitively with Damian

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Damian’s “workouts”which he firmly refers to as training typically consists of sparring nonstop along with practicing martial arts

He spends hours demolishing training dummies and punching bags to get his blood flowing, but he’s not allowed to train outside of the cave as his exercises has cost Alfred far too much property damage. Alfred mourns the loss of his meticulously crafted shrubbery to this day.

Damian’s also really competitive cause he’s like 10 and he’s constantly challenging people, this however backfires when his siblings don’t go easy on him and it usually ends with him losing and sulking(a lot)

Damian’s favorite challenge, besides when one of his siblings pulls out a stopwatch and times him as he runs around to complete a random task is to do an endurance off on the stairmaster

It’s the one thing he consistently wins at regardless of his opponent. Bruce practically invented the grappling hook to prevent having to use stairs and that distain of stairs has been passed on to all of his children expect his biological one

It’s not even about the endurance, it’s more about the boredom of stair climbing, no amount of good vibes and hype songs is enough to get past more than an hour of repetitive stair climbing.

Damian however enjoys it, if he closes his eyes and zones out it brings him back to the days of the league where the architecture had hundreds of steps he was expected to climb multiple times a day and unlike most memories of the league it brings him nostalgia and peace.

Tim’s gotten the closest to beating Damian on the stairmaster with a completely different approach of pretending he’s climbing the staircase to heaven, no he doesn’t really believe in heaven or god but he sure as hell will not let his inability to climb stairs be the reason he can’t get in, he thinks of it as practice for when he dies, a contingency of sorts

#dc comics #batfam #dc #batman #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman headcanon #sorryguysicantgrammar #*Jason has been to heaven before and can confirm there was no staircase but he’s enjoying watching Tim struggle too much to tell him

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lost-romantique · 1 month ago

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The Dummies Guide to LVLUP

So you're tired of living vicariously through everyone's Hellaverse LVLUP posts, and you want to try giving this convention a shot, right?

Cool! I'm going to try making this detailed as possible, especially for folks that aren't familiar with the Vegas scene.

What is LVLUP?

To put it bluntly, LVLUP is like any old regular anime and gaming convention- the only catch is that it is a mecca for Hellaverse fans, especially for those that are fans of Helluva Boss.

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It's the place where Spindlehorse usually makes big old announcements pertaining to the show(s), and it's the one place that guarantees a lot of your favorite Hellaverse voice actors and creators to all be conglomerated into one space: Brandon Rogers, Bryce Pinkham, Alex Brightman, Morgana Ignis, Vivienne Medrano, and more.

The SharkRobot booth is also the most beautiful thing ever because people that attend the convention usually get first dibs to stuff that hasn't been released yet.

I want to go to LVLUP, but what should I do first?

I think it's important to decide whether or not you want to go alone, with family, friends, and or other fellow mutuals.

For LVLUP this year, I went with two mutuals I met online, and my sister.

Just so you know LVLUP is a pretty big commitment, so I recommend finding people that YOU KNOW are interested in going to LVLUP just as much as you are.

Hotels and Transportation?

The thing about Las Vegas is that it has this beautiful thing known as the monorail that circles around the entire strip, and has direct access to the Las Vegas Convention Center.

Therefore, I recommend booking a hotel that has terminals directly connected to the monorail, and or are at least walking distance from it.

Hotels I recommend that has direct access to the monorail: Flamingo, The Linq, Westgate, and the Sahara.

Hotels that are walking distance to the monorail that I recommend: The Venetian, The Cosmopolitan, and The Strat (I have a soft spot for The Strat, and while it is walking distance to the monorail- it's also located in a ghetto part of town- but like the hotel rooms are cheap)

Hotels that I don't recommend: Circus Circus and The Luxor

When it comes to booking hotels in Vegas, I think it's important to use your connections. For example, my mutual is a Ceasers Rewards member, so she was able to get us a hotel room at the Flamingo with a beautiful view. As for me, I'm able to get discounted hotel room tickets and discounted flights thanks to my work connections. Likewise, if you have family and or friends that live in Vegas- ask if you can crash at their place.

So if you have connections, USE THEM!

If you don't have connections- I genuinely recommend using these sites to book your hotel like: booking.com, Expedia, etc- and booking around three to four months in advance roughly for the best rates.

The same goes for airplanes, guys. I took a Greyhound to go to Vegas, but I recommend always booking far in advance when it comes to what method of transportation you're using to get to Vegas.

If you're overseas- make sure you have your Passports, 'kay?

Regular vs VIP Members

Decide whether or not you want to go as a Regular pass holder, and or if you want to go VIP.

Regular 3 Day Passes to LVLUP are $85, but do understand that you don't get any special privileges that going VIP gets you.

VIP Passes are roughly $200, but the perks do make it worth it: you get free shit and I like free shit, you get to enter the convention center one hour before everyone else does so that means front row seats to the panels (usually), and a shorter wait time for getting autographs thanks to the VIP line.

Also, if you decide to go Regular- TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BUNDLE!

How much money should I bring?

I recommend carrying cash and card with you. When I went to Vegas I took $750 in cash that I divided into two separate wallets, and I also made sure I had at least $500 on my debit cards I had reserved just for use at Vegas.

Of course, the more money you bring the better, but if you want to go on a budget- I recommend having AT LEAST $300-$500 in cash, and having your credit card in handy just for emergencies.

PS: For the entire trip altogether, I've probably spent around $1500- I live in California so I have no trouble making a trip to Nevada.

Another reason to go to LVLUP:

Going to Helluva Show is literally the most magical experience ever, and genuinely one of the highlights of the entire trip.

It's honestly kinda surreal seeing projected images of your favorite characters inside a big venue space- and musical performances from Sam Haft, Georgie Lehay, Christina Vee, and Eric Schwartz- as well as a comedy show done by Brandon Rogers (the helluva boss, himself) makes for one helluva night to remember.

If you or your friends are considering going to LVLUP, and have any questions- please don't hesitate to message me.

I go to Las Vegas pretty regularly, so I'm quite familiar with the area, and I've been attending regularly LVLUP since last year.

And yes, I do plan on going next year... 🥲

#LVLUP #helluva boss #Hazbin Hotel #Brandon Rogers #viziepop #Vivian Nixon #Bryce Pinkham #Richard Horvitz #helluva boss blitz #blitzo #blitzø #ro rambles #helluva blitz #Alex Brightman #Charlie Morningstar

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aquitainequeen · 1 year ago

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I was sitting in the dark thinking about cannibalism Furiosa’s depiction of Dementus and his connection to motorbikes.

When we first see Dementus, he’s seated before a sleek, gorgeous and clearly venerated bike, pristine in this most wasted of lands, while the History Man preaches of its make and properties. Instantly we can tell that the bike isn’t just Dementus’ favoured mode of transportation, it’s his idol, his beloved.

The reverence that Dementus holds for motorbikes brings rewards. He cuts a splendid and imposing figure as he drives a carriage pulled by three bikes at once, leading an ever-growing pack of followers on their own modes of transportation. The bikes and their riders are kin to their lord’s flesh and blood hounds; fleet enough to hunt down, corner and harry larger lumbering prey, slavering to be in at the kill of a deposed leader.

Then Dementus gets a hint of the abundance of the Citadel and the potential of Gas Town. Once he uses his warriors on bikes to take the latter, Dementus ends up forsaking motorbikes and the nomadic lifestyle to settle down and live on high in a penthouse, growing corpulent. The Octoboss and his own followers defect from him and race across the desert on bladed feet or take their bikes to the air to survive, while Dementus makes grandiose declarations from the back of a monster truck, all his splendour and charisma gone.

If Dementus had been riding a bike like his followers, he wouldn’t have caught Furiosa and Jack; they would have been able to slip from his reach and speed away to a spot where they could mount their own bikes and escape him utterly, setting out for the Green Place. But while he returns once more to using bikes as a means of executing Jack – his metal hounds preparing the feast for his flesh and blood dogs – one of the bikes betrays Dementus. One of them allows Furiosa to flee from him, carrying her far enough back to the Citadel that she can bear word to Immortan Joe.

He can trot out his chariot and have it driven behind his truck in pride of place, very nearly in the front of the procession of his forces, but soon Dementus’ metal pack is reduced to a few bikes in the desert, and then not even that once he swaps his chariot for Smeg’s very inferior vehicle (with a dummy for handle bars) and flees into the storm. The man we met in a tent while venerating a bike, surrounded by his followers and horde, is now reduced to a man in a tent formed out of his bike, content in the shelter that it provides; back in familiar territory, not resentful but resigned, ‘here we are again’.

#furiosa #furiosa spoilers #furiosa a mad max saga #furiosa: a mad max saga #dementus #chris hemsworth #I'll probably add more about bikes but I am knackered and need sleep #mad max

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mentholmuse · 6 months ago

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧, 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 [𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔]

PROMPT: Pieck is always riding around campus on a golf buggy

Pieck: “Alright, bye guys I’ve got a lecture” Pieck: *Scoots away slower than walking pace*

Eren: “Pieck I’m gonna be late, can I hop on?” Pieck: “Only if you bribe people away from the bike rack”

At Party:

Pieck: “Sir does this even count as drinking and driving ??” Pieck: “What if I turn the engine off but I move the wheels with my feet??”

Pieck: “So, would you like to take the scenic route?” Sasha: “Yes” Armin: “This was supposed to be an outdoor study session” Mikasa: “What exactly is the scenic route?” Pieck: “The one where we get food on the way and don’t make it to our next class on time” Eren: *Walking* “Okay then I’m swapping with someone. My arms hurt holding everyone’s bags” Armin: “Dibs not! I’m actually studying”

Security: “Ma’am! Ma’am you can’t park there!” Pieck: “Yes I can that's not a car”

Connie: “Ohmygod whattt are you wearing?” Sasha: “That's obviously her Halloween costume dummy” Pieck: “Security said if I kept saying the buggy was ‘basically a bike’ that I would be required to wear a helmet and put it on a bike lock” Jean: “Aren't the bike racks usually full?” Pieck: “Well, that’s what the bolt cutters are for huh”

Pieck: “OMG HAHHA did you hear apparently there’s some weirdo cart girl on campus going around nearly running people over on a scooter or something” Mikasa: “Babe, that is you. You are cart girl” Pieck: “Well let it be known come next week cart girl is selling $1 ice blocks out the back of her buggy”

Pieck: “So do you have anything you what to say to me?” Connie: “N- no…” Pieck: “Oh nothing like, Sorry after you stuck up 127 of the 150 fliers I printed for you, did I then, tell you there was a typo” Connie: “Look I’m out of printing balance now and I didn’t think it was noticeable” Pieck: “Be a dollar cooler after you come down to fart girls buggy?” Connie: “You didn't notice it either” Pieck: “That’s because I accidentally left my glasses in my CAR” Connie: “You have a car?” Annie: “The cherry on top is the fact that the only pick he had of you near the buggy is you getting out with your ass in the air”

Pieck: “Omg did you guys see I was on the news” Eren: “How” Pieck: “Oh there was a reporter on campus I was riding around in the background” Armin: “No tell the whole story. You where trying to be in the shot when you RAN. HER. OVER” Reiner: “Yes this is true I was there as a witness” Armin: “YOU WHERE THE ONE DRIVING”

Pieck: “I can’t believe they banned all transport on campus” Jean: “I can’t believe you put a news reporter in the hospital and students still hired golf buggy’s in protest of the ban”

I like to imagine the one instigating the ban was Levi and the campus security was Zeke

Tags:

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot incorrect quotes #aot headcanons #pieck finger #jean kirstein #eren jaeger #armin arlert #annie leonhart #reiner braun #sasha braus #connie springer #mikasa ackerman #aot memes #eren yeager #aot college au #college au

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miss-tc-nova · 2 years ago

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Hunted - Leona Kingscholar & "Yuu"

My piece for the Twst Horror Zine. I had a lot of fun thinking of the possible terror and re-watching one of my favorite horror movies.

Premise: Backpacking around Twisted Wonderland goes bad

Words: 2,962

Trigger Warnings: implied death, stalking, isolation

Art done by the incredibly gifted HoKeki on Twitter!

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October 23, 20XX

I’m not sure how to start this, so here goes.

Welcome to my journal! Over the next several months, my friends and I will be backpacking across Twisted Wonderland, taking in the sights and cultures across the world. This is going to be my first excursion and I thought it would be fun to document it.

As anyone who knows me might guess, I’m bringing Ace and Deuce along, though I’m not sure how they came to agree on it when they never seem to agree on anything. Even right now, Ace is badgering Deuce about all the stuff he’s bringing. I agree Deuce might’ve overpacked a bit, but I don’t know how Ace thinks he’s going to be fine with just two sets of clothes and his pajamas. At least I don’t have to wear them. So I’ll be spending a lot more time with these dummies, but I’m excited it’s my best friends I get to share this adventure with.

Our first stop is going to be Sunrise City in the Sunset Savanna. From there, we’ll probably go east to the Shaftlands and then maybe up into the Kingdom of Heroes. The great thing is that we get to decide as we go. I was pretty adamant about starting in Sunrise City though. I’ve always wanted to visit since I learned about its culture and how intermingled it is with the wildlife. Also, being directly south of the Queendom of Roses made it an easy choice to start with.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. It’ll be a struggle to keep my excitement in check enough to get even an hour of sleep. Though I should probably finish packing first. Thank goodness Riddle isn’t here or I’d never hear the end of my unpreparedness. But that’s part of the fun, right? The spontaneity and not knowing what adventure the next day will bring. It’s the surprises on the horizon that I want to experience. Even the mishaps—because you know that’s gonna happen with the three of us.

I better cut it here. Ace is about to get punched in the face and I still gotta pack.

Peace!

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October 24, 20XX

We finally made it! It took so long the sun is already starting to sink in the sky, but we’re here! Our plane was surprisingly small. In fact, the port here is more rural than I was expecting. It feels a lot more wild—like a safari.

Still, it’s absolutely breathtaking. Clear skies shine bright and the plains ripple like liquid gold in the breeze. Only the captivating local culture could stop me from staring at it for hours. The people are really kind. Most were obviously trying to make money off us, but even they were nice. And it all looked so amazing we had to drag Ace away from a shop selling “Bone Cookies.” This is literally our first day and the temptation to spend money is strong.

Right now, we’re in a cozy guest cabin. Some government officials questioned us about the purpose of our visit, where we’re going, all that stuff. When we told them we planned on taking the scenic route to the capital, the radio chatter started. They insisted we find another route, but the golden plains are one of the “Must See” views of the Sunset Savanna. Plus, we don’t have the money for fancy transportation. I’m sure we’ll be fine with a three-day walk, especially when there are rest stops that have some of the best hospitality.

In the end, our names, details, and contact information were taken. They even took pictures of us from different angles. It’s as if they’re expecting something to happen.

Some of the locals acted odd too, after we told them we were heading through the plains. Some gave us extra food, one gave us a discount, and one strangely gave us a compass—all with the same weird look. Still, I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Anyway, it was an exciting start but I can’t wait to get trekking. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

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October 25, 20XX

Waking up to Ace and Deuce arguing is going to get old real fast, but I should probably get used to it. They are “best friends” after all.

After the commotion, we prepared to head out. The locals again reminded us not to get distracted. Explicit instructions told us that there were to be no detours and no delays. Honestly, it started to kill the excitement. However, it’s going to take three days to reach the capital—one day to get to the first camp, one to get to the second, and one to get to the city—so it’s probably just proper precaution.

A single step into the gold plains was all it took for the grass to dwarf us. Elephant grass is notoriously tall, but I couldn’t have prepared for just how small we were. It felt like being thrown into a maze; yellow grass, the dirt under our feet, and the blue sky above were all that could be seen. It became intimidating along with its wonder and beauty. Fortunately, there’s only one path.

Not long after we began, Ace started talking tales of some banished prince. He heard the story from a shop owner he bought cookies from after being kicked from the cabin earlier. The reason I hadn’t heard anything was because of how recent it had been. Supposedly, just days ago, he tried to overthrow the king and murder the heir. People called for his execution, but the king didn’t have the heart to kill his own brother. Instead, he was exiled. But while being transported out of the country, he was set free by his followers—his jailers’ bodies were found maimed beyond recognition. Now the rumors say he’s hiding out to the east in the Shadowlands.

I didn’t want to hear any more, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell Ace to stop. Instead, he just kept talking, probably trying to scare us. And yet I think he also scared himself. It didn’t help that we could hear things rustling in the grass. I thought I saw something once, but couldn’t say for sure. Even though the locals said most wildlife would ignore us, it’s unnerving not to see what we can hear.

Despite the spooky stories, we made good time. The rest stop was within reach well before the sun started to set. Camp guards ushered us inside the fence, demanding our names, birthdays, reasons for travel—the same information we provided at the outpost. It must’ve been to check that we were on the list of expected visitors, which is a little strange considering I noticed ours were the only names on it.

It’s a small campsite. There are a few cabins around the clearing. A massive ring circles the whole place, dotted with devices that appear newly installed. Deuce says they’re for magic defense. Nobody can use magic in the camp and magic can’t get in. For all the security, that’s probably why we were instructed to arrive before sundown.

Well, I better get some sleep. Another long day of walking awaits tomorrow.

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October 26, 20XX

A member of the camp staff woke us early this morning—the sun hadn’t even broken the horizon. All color had forsaken his face as he rushed us to dress and pack. No answers were offered to our question, only echoes that we leave immediately.

And again, as we stepped foot into the wilderness, we were warned to stay on the path and stop for nothing.

On our way out, the ruckus could be heard. They found something unusual at one of the barrier projectors. It would make sense to get us out of the way so they could focus on repairs. Yet I can’t help wondering if the hole being dug on the outskirts of the campsite had something to do with it. What was it for? What happened last night while we were all asleep? Did something get in? Where was it now?

That must be my imagination talking. It was early so it would be easy to misunderstand the whole thing. Besides, we needed to leave earlier since today’s trek was longer than yesterday. The sun would be long gone before we reached the next camp otherwise.

If only the boys could’ve kept their mouths shut. They argued the whole way. Ace sulked about not getting to sleep in and Deuce’s phone was missing. He demanded that Ace give it back, but Ace denied having it. The accusations probably come from last night’s teasing over Deuce messaging his mom, but I think he misplaced it in a different pocket. Hopefully he finds it soon or he’ll have to spend some of that souvenir money on a replacement.

Their fighting slowed us down, delaying our arrival at the second camp until just after sundown. Our reception by the staff was rough. After being jerked inside and held under duress, the interrogation went on until they could confirm we were the names on the list of travelers. So much for the hospitality.

There were no apologies as they put us in a cabin for the night. That’s where everything in Ace’s pack got dumped out and it still wasn’t enough to convince Deuce about his phone. So the arguing continued, even as I left to get a break from it all.

This second rest stop is much like the first. Cabins and staff equipment are scattered around. Though people are quiet at night, I could hear animals beyond the barrier. I think I even saw one. It was big, maybe the size of an antelope. It’s crazy how comfortable the wildlife is so close to settlements like this.

Well, I’m tucked in now and Deuce and Ace are pouting in their own beds. We’ll set out again in the morning and, by sunset tomorrow, we’ll be in Sunrise City.

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October 27, 20XX

We messed up.

Ace really didn’t have Deuce’s phone. But neither did Deuce.

Like the day before, we were woken up early and sent on our way. Camp staff barely gave us time to pack before shoving us out. There was no time to question the hasty behavior and it left a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Still, we went on our way as planned.

After noon, Deuce made us stop, yelling at us to be quiet. I thought he was crazy, but then I heard it too.

It was his mom’s ringtone.

Coming from the elephant grass.

We couldn’t stop him. He just took off. It was a blind run as Ace and I tried to keep up. We never would’ve caught up if he hadn’t stopped. In his hand was his phone, still ringing yet entirely useless. The screen was shattered and the frame bent. It was a miracle it could still even ring. How it got there and how it got destroyed is a mystery—one made worse by the fact that we couldn’t find the path again.

No one could say for sure which way we ran and the grass gave us nothing to find our bearings. Our phones were just handy clocks with no service in the middle of nowhere. Only the compass gave us any consolation. Surely heading south will get us out of here.

To make matters worse, night fell sooner than we anticipated. Making camp was the only sensible solution, no matter how badly we want to get out of here.

Now here I sit, in our little tent, listening to things creeping all around us. I have this nagging feeling that, whatever they are, they’ve been following us and I don’t know if it makes me feel better or worse that I can’t see them.

It’s probably just my paranoia. If we keep going south, we’ll make it out of here tomorrow. By now the savanna guides must realize we’re missing and be looking for us. We’ll be laughing about this whole thing in Sunrise City by lunch, except Deuce who will have to buy a new phone. Because of course this is the kind of trouble we would get ourselves into.

Everything will be fine.

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October 28, 20XX

Maybe my paranoia last night wasn’t just paranoia.

None of us got any sleep at all. Whatever was sneaking through the grass lingered all night, getting louder and louder with their cackling and snarling. When we finally ventured out of the tent this morning, we were greeted with the destruction of our supplies. Everything was scattered, either destroyed or altogether missing. Here and there were pieces of the map, unsalvageable, and the compass was gone. Our bags were placed right outside the tent because keeping food inside is frowned upon for this reason, but now we have no food, no directions, and maybe half our belongings.

There was nothing to do but pick up what we could and continue walking.

Ace’s pessimism didn’t help. He’s convinced it was the banished prince at our camp, but all we could tell from the flattened grass was that they were large creatures. Still, the constant talk of our doom began to bother me and Deuce. I just hope whatever they are, they realize we don’t have anything else and leave us alone.

I don’t know how, but we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere. We tried to follow the sun, but each step was just more and more grass, hiding the unknown, letting us hope that the end is just one more step. Now the sky is black and we’re still here. We’re exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. So we set up camp to spend another night in this place.

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October 29, 20XX

I’m getting really scared now.

Our tent was shaken by a fight just outside last night, but we were all too scared to make a sound. In the morning, not a word was said as we walked. Only this time, we knew the noises in the grass were them. They are following us. No, stalking is more accurate. I can hear them snicker and growl. I’m sure if I reached into the grass, I would touch one.

But they have nothing on the banished prince.

I’m not sure how, but I always knew it wasn’t him stalking us but his hyena henchmen. They’re destructive and menacing, but he’s a monster hiding in the shadows. He’s behind this.

I don’t remember when I spotted him, but I could feel his gaze on me, different from the other beasts. His growl shot through my heart and it felt like I had his claws at my throat. Barely veiled by grass, he wanted me to see him. Fangs eager to tear gleamed in that grin. Behind his gaze was nothing but malice, highlighted by the ink dripping across his skin. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even breathe. I was so certain that those bloodthirsty green eyes would be the last thing I ever saw.

And then he was gone. He wasn’t really gone, only gone from sight. There’s no doubt that he and his pack are watching us even now. We’ve been sentenced to death and they’re just toying with us.

We’re never getting out of here. Even if it weren’t for the monsters hunting us, we have no food and no more water. I don’t know if we can survive another night out here. I regret everything. I never should’ve suggested this trip. Because of me, we’re going to die out here. I’m sorry. I’m sorry to Ace and Deuce. I’m sorry to Deuce’s mom and Ace’s family. I’m so sorry I got your boys into this mess. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I wish this nightmare would just end.

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October 30, 20XX

We lost Ace today.

Tension was high. We’re being hunted. We know we’re going to die. The fear of what’s in store for us is sickening. Unlike yesterday, Ace and Deuce couldn’t stop arguing. A fight was inevitable. When Ace knocked Deuce to the ground, he took off. We tried to find him—spent hours calling his name. But we never found him.

Long after the sun had gone, the grass finally parted. At first, we were excited. I think I cried. Then I realized where we were.

Rocky, barren land laid before us. Towers of stone loomed above, colder and less forgiving than the grass we escaped. An eerie fog hovered, concealing both new and old monsters. It was bad. We found the Shadowlands. Sunrise City was meant to be south of the port we started at. Those beasts managed to manipulate our path away from our destination and far to the east. He led us here to be slaughtered.

This is where we found Ace’s magic pen.

Nothing else.

We considered our options. The grass gave us no visibility and muddled our sense of direction. On the other hand, the Shadowlands were the prince’s territory. Both were bad choices, but we chose not to go back. At least in the Shadowlands, we had a chance. We knew where we were and how to get to where we needed to. Maybe Deuce and I could still find our way to Sunrise City. Maybe we could send a search party back for Ace.

Maybe this terrible journey will be over soon.

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October 31, 20XX

We were wrong! We should’ve gone back!

If anyone finds this, stay out of the Shadowlands!

They took Deuce! They dragged him out of the tent! I can’t hear him scream anymore!

If you see this RUN!

GET OUT OF HERE!

GET OUT BEFORE LEONA KINGSCHOLAR FIN

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Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

#twisted wonderland zine #zine feat nova #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #ace trappola #deuce spade #gender neutral reader #yes reposted because i jumped the gun

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aquak1ra · 19 days ago

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★★★IT CAME FROM THE DEPTHS★★★

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Tranquil as a current and strong as the waves. Her mother's motto rang through her head while training her body. Her wound was now healed leaving nothing but a phantom pain within her side. Everyone was asleep leaving the young girl fighting her own demons. She wanted to scream and cry her nightmares had become like a fever dream. Y/n often questioned if it was real life. Her mother was out there..probably abducted by the Shredder. Moving swiftly throughout the dojo her heart started racing. Even though she was a tough kunoichi , she was a momma's girl. She needed her mom to fight off the monsters within the night.

"Mom please come back..I miss your light. You always fought off my demons.. I still need you mommy.." She thinks to herself landing on the training mat with a soft thud quickly waking up a sleeping rodent man.

Exhausted she was so exhausted those nightmares were so vivid. Like if someone transported her to another dimension were everyone was gone. Splinter found Y/n laying on the ground tears streaming down her face. The crimson soldier felt pathetic opening her eyes made her cringe.. She was expecting to find eyes full of pity but instead she found dark orbs sparkling with worry.

"Child it's ok to let it out. It's ok not be ok" the sensei sits next to her patting her head. "Now please tell me what has bothered your sleep"

She wanted to break, to break down and let it out. But Y/n was scared to be seen as a weak little girl. Just one time just one time...she would like to be held. The girl hugged him when he got up to get some tea. The japanese girl felt strong arms hug her back.

"I miss my mom..." one little sentence was enough for Splinters heart to ache.

Yes, she was strong. Y/n could be stronger than her sons but she was still a child that lost her mother. These emotions he understood because he lost his family, their only piece of happiness. All because of a mindless villain. The girl's grip faltered leaving him bewildered quickly noticing she passed out of exhaustion.

"My sons it would destroy me if you suffered because of me." The sensei picks her up to put her back at the couch she was currently using as her bed.

Third Person (pov)

"Who wants to try my latest creation? We all love pizza. We all love milkshakes. So I combined them."

"Okay, that could not be less appetizing." Donnie stated looking at the abomination with disgust.

"I call it a P-shake." the freckled turtle commented.

"I stand corrected..."

Y/n entered the lair accidentally leaning against Raphael's shoulder making him tense up. She was clearly still half asleep and the red masked turtle noticed dark bags around her eyes.

"Hey, dummy are you ok?" He slightly shakes her grabbing her shoulders trying to wake her up.

"Yeah sure turtle boy you just woke me up haha" She yawns giggling while sitting on a chair near the counter.

"You guys just have no sense of adventure." He takes a sip of his creation quickly regretting it "Blech! Where did I go wrong?"

"Hey what's this?" the fourteen year old asks grabbing a glass of his creation looking at it bewildered.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you." Raphael states grabbing the glass off her hand touching her hand accidentally. "It's one of Mikey's food creations, you might get a stomach ache"

"Her hand was soft...dammit why do I keep on thinking stupid stuff" He crosses his arms after setting the glass back in the counter.

"Thanks raphie, you saved my life. My stomach is sensitive sometimes" She looks at him with a soft smile noticing the stares from the other guys.

"His hand was somehow warm for being a cold blooded being... Dang what the hell am I thinking? Maybe I didn't get enough sleep" she thinks while getting off the chair.

Leonardo starts watching space heroes while Y/n starts eating some leftover miso soup she heated up.

"You have to be the only person in the world who likes this show." Raph stated then got a spoonful of Y/n's miso the girl offered with a small smile.

"No way. There are millions of spaceniks out there. Y/n what do you think of it so far?" He asks her curiously.

"To be honest Leo, I think it's a good show for laughs and all but it still doesn't beat (Your favorite show)." Y/n states sincerely and Leonardo smirks a little.

"Hey at least you think it's a good show"

"Yeah but she said it makes her laugh" Raphael smirked wider then Leonardo rolled his eyes handing him the remote.

"I'm Joan Grody, with a sewer shocker. City workers attacked by mutants?"

"It was like part man, part reptile, and all monster! It came out of nowhere and attacked me."

Everyone including Y/n watched Raphael with a skeptical look.

"Wasn't me." He answered crossing his arms and Y/n sighed calmly.

"Take a look at this terrifying footage." Joan said.

"So some people think the sewers are dark and scary, but actually, it's a lot of" he sees an alligator as it attacks him. "Somebody help me!"

"Are malicious mutants menacing Manhattan? Find out next on Grody to the max!" The reporter finishes the report.

"I got a bad feeling about this." Donnie imputed with worry.

"The last thing we want is some mutant causing trouble in the sewers." Leo said then stood up.

"Or some news crew down here looking for him." The red masked turtle added.

"Or worse animal control along with police would likely be called if the situation worsens" Y/n declares finishing her miso soup.

"You're right, we got to track this guy down and stop him ourselves." The blue masked leader said after hearing Y/n.

"Wait, let's rewind this. Think I saw a tunnel number." He rewinds the footage then Y/n leaves to the bathroom to change her attire. "There, tunnel 281."

"Let's go." Y/n said making her voice a little deeper entering the living room. Raphael looks at her deep in thought.

"I am still getting over the fact that the crimson soldier is a fourteen year old girl. It's argh...very cool I guess" He thought trying not to make a fool of himself. Acting like nothing had fazed him.

"Whoa, check this out. What the heck made these footprints?" Leo breathed astonished.

"I never thought I'd feel sorry for the Kraang." Donnie stated nervously.

They see the Kraang fighting a large green crocodile mutant. Y/n clenches her mother's sword getting ready to battle.

"Tell Kraang in what place can be found the power cell that Kraang wishes to find the place of."

"Never!" the crocodile mutant roars sending making Y/n shiver.

The krang attack him with batons that emit electricity causing him to growl in pain.

"Come on, we gotta help him." the freckled turtle tries to push Raphael and Y/n with him but Raphael stands his ground.

"Michaelangelo is right, I won't stand here and do nothing while the enemy attacks someone" Y/n stands by Mikey placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"I think "gotta" is a strong word crimson" Raphael crosses his arms glaring at them.

"Mikey, we don't know anything about that guy. He could be way more dangerous than the Kraang." the leader sighed trying to reason with Y/n and Mikey.

"That gator dude needs our help. I can't wait around for you cowards." He accuses them and nods at the crimson bandit.

"Do you know what you're getting into?" Donatello asked.

"Booyakashaaa!" Mikey yells and Y/n runs stealthily.

"Well, I guess that settles it. Let's go whack some piñatas." Raphael said spinning his sais.

Y/n sliced the krang near the alligator mutant effortlessly surprising the turtles. It has been a while since Y/n fought against someone.

"Dude, you are so awesome!" Mikey yelled hitting his opponent with his nun chucks.

"Right back at you turtle boy!" the crimson soldier yelled watching the turtles fight.

"So what do we do now?" Donatello questioned after all of them finished fighting the droids.

"We get out of here before more Kraangdroids show up." the blue masked leader replied.

"We can't just leave him here." the freckled turtle ran to the crocodile mutant who was unconscious. "What if the Kraang find him?"

"Well, what do you want to do? Take him back to the lair?" Mikey started whimpering making the cutest puppy dog eyes. "Oh, no. Oh, no. Did... did you see what he did to those Kraangdroids? We are not bringing that monster home with us."

"He's not a monster! He's a giant, Kraang-crushing mutant alligator monster!" He counterattacked but opens his eyes wide when, it hits him. "I said monster, didn't I?"

"Yep"

"Sure did"

"affirmative dude" the girl said sighing heavily.

"Well, you know what I meant."

"I thought you meant monster." Raphael stated.

"Fine. I'll bring him back myself."

He begins to move the reptile mutant but he doesn't budge.

"Um, Y/n, can you help me?" He looks at her worryingly.

"I can try Mikey" the girl declared pushing him up a little breathing heavily.

"Dang this feels like I am trying to lift up a big van" she commented then notices Raphael next to her helping her and Mikey.

"Can't stand seeing how weak you guys are" he mumbles noticing Y/n eyes sparkle with happiness.

"I can't believe we let him talk us into this." Raphael said noticing Y/n drink some water.

"I don't mind it was a great workout for me" Y/n notices how Raphael rolls his eyes.

"I sometimes forget how weird you are Y/n" Raph smirks at her.

"Aww, look at him. He's so peaceful."

"That's because he's out cold." Leo interjected then all of them hear chains rattling.

"Whoa, what are those for?" Y/n asked taking a big sip of water.

"We can't keep him here unless he's chained to something really big." He said while preparing to chain

"That is so wrong. He's not going to hurt us." He wraps his hands around him. "We're the ones who saved him." Suddenly the mutant's eyes open his eyes completely white. "See? He's perfectly calm. I bet the first thing he's gonna do is thank-"

The mutant roars throwing mikey off his back and breaking the teddy bear he had brought for him.

"Uh-oh" Y/n said spitting water all over the place.

"Or maybe the second thing."

The Alligator grabs Donnie's face and shakes the turtle around.

"Wa-hoo! Get him off me! Get him off me!" He yelled in a muffled voice.

"I'll help you, Donnie!" Mikey yelled wrapping the chains around his brother's waist.

"NOT LIKE THAT NOT LIKE THAT! HELP ME!"

Y/n tries helping Mikey but is thrown across the room making her grunt in discomfort.

"Crimson!" Raphael hollered bringing her back to her senses.

'What is all this commotion?" Splinter entered the room with a questioning gaze noticing Y/n get up quickly.

"Never thought I would say this but I am actually learning something from this" Y/n commented noticing the stares.

"Sensei, Mikey made us bring a mutant back to the lair, and it attacked us." Raphael quickly exclaims looking at Y/n."Are you alright dummy?" The girl only nods ashamed. She was supposed to be strong how the heck did she lose focus.

"It needs our help." The freckled turtle retorted.

"It's a dangerous monster" Raphael said.

"Stop saying that Raphie boy. We don't know him!" The girl yelled angrily. "Kamisama only knows what the guy has been through. Bet I'd be like that if crazy aliens came after me. It's hard to trust people these days!" All of them look at her amused.

"Raphael, Y/n is right. There is no monster more dangerous than a lack of compassion." The mutant growls still unconscious. "My mistake."

"We're doing to him what everyone else does to us judging him by his looks." Mikey declared noticing the girl for the first time sighing in relief. She's a tough cookie after all but he still got a little scared.

"And the fact that he had me" Donatello starts screaming gettin out from beneath the other reptile."BY THE FACE MIKEY!"

"But he was fighting the Kraang, master Splinter. It's like you always say: The enemy of my enemy is my bro."

"That is not exactly what I said. But what's this about the Kraang?" the wise rodent man asked.

"They were trying to force him to tell them where they could find some power cell." Leonardo explained.

"And he refused to tell?" the sensei presumed.

"Yeah. They were all like, "zap, zap, zap," and he was all like, "rawr, never!""

"Hmm. I see. You made a wise decision, Michelangelo." Splinter stated.

"Huh?" All of them except Mikey added.

"Yes, I never thought I'd hear myself say that either." He caresses the mutant's scars. "Hmm. His scars run deep, but they protect a genuine heart. When he awakens, Michelangelo and even you

Y/n, Both of you must find a way to befriend him."

"No problemo."

"Hai Master" Y/n said cleaning the dirt off her ninja attire.

"We need to learn what he knows about the Kraang. In the meantime, you three try to find this power cell before the Kraang can."

"But we're still chaining him up, right?" Donnie asked.

"Of course. I am compassionate, not insane." Splinter answered.

"Where am I?" The mutant struggles to get free roaring.

"Well, look who's awake." Y/n stated with soft smile beneath her mask.

"You! Set me free!" he roars trying to break the chains that held him captive.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about the chains. The guys said I had to keep you locked up or you might attack me." Mikey said entering the living room with a bowl of pizza noodle soup.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" the mutant asked gazing at the red hooded figure and the turtle.

"I'm Crimson Soldier" she says skeptically with her hero voice. "But you can call me whatever you want"

"And I am Michelangelo. My brothers and I saved you from the Kraang."

"Kraang!" His eyes turn white with rage while trying to break free.

"Whoa, whoa! It's okay. You're safe. We brought you here so you could get better." He grabs a spoonful of his creation to feed the reptile. "And nothing will heal you faster than my world famous pizza noodle soup." Both of the heroes turn their head away awaiting an angry input.

"This is the best thing I have ever tasted."

"Really?" the girl asks surprised.

"All right!" He turns to look at him with his sparkling eyes. "Somebody finally likes my cooking!"

The three of them sit while the girl and mikey take turns feeding the mutant. Looking at his eyes the girl learns to stay calm around him. Making him drink some water the reptile sighs content.

"So, what's your name, anyway?" Mikey says puzzled.

"I do not have one."

"You don't have a name? Ha! Well, today's your lucky day, 'cause I'm a genius at naming stuff. Let's see." He says looking at the mutant analyzing every single aspect of him.

"Mm-hmm. Mm mm? Mm-mm. Mm Your head is kind of leathery. How about Headleather? Heather? No, wait! Leatherhead! Even better! Leatherhead."

"And Mikey strikes again. Seriously you really are good at naming everyone you see" Y/n states smirking at him.

"Red hood is right. Leatherhead it is. Thank you." Leatherhead looks at the girl with a little smile.

"Red hood huh? I like it." The kunoichi and the ninja nod.

"I see I am not the only one with awesome naming skills." The freckled turtle smiles. "So I've been wanting to ask you, why did you go all crazy-eyes on my brother Donnie?"

"Your brother?" He takes another sip of water and the girl stands up.

"Yeah. Instead of shaking his hand, you shook his face and most of his body." Mikey said.

"There are times when I lose control. When I awaken, I am horrified by what I have done. A monster like me deserves to be chained." He said disappointed.

"Or maybe you just think you're a monster because everyone treats you that way." the orange bandana turtle surprises Y/n with his statement.

"Hmm. You are wise beyond your years."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Um it's the first time you get recognition but I won't ruin the mood. Sometimes you do amaze me dude" She thinks to herself.

The rest of the turtles enter the lair.

"Hey, guys!" He greets them. "Leatherhead is totally off the chain."

"You mean you set him free!?" Raphael yells at him.

"What? No. "Off the chain" means he's cool." The sentence makes them sigh calmly. "And that's why I set him free."

The turtles turn to look at the girl sitting next to the mutant. She was eating a granola bar while leatherhead ate more of the pizza noddle soup.

"Crimson, you let Mikey set that maniac loose? What are you just doing chilling there and eating?!" He yelled lecturing her. "Maybe you forgot that he grabbed me by the face. So I'll remind you. He grabbed me...BY THE FACE!"

"Relax, you've been hurt worse since." Raphael told his brother.

"Mikey, you shouldn't have unchained him. What if he goes berserk?" Leonardo asked.

"He's not going to go berserk. He's totally mellow." Mikey stated and rubs leatherhead's nose to calm him down.

"Mikey is right he does not need those chains anymore" the girl finishes her granola bar covering her mouth again.

"Okay. So, Leatherhead...about the Kraang." Leo chuckles nervously.

"Kraang!" the mutant snarls.

"Dude, chill! Chill!" Mikey sighs yelling. "What were you thinking?" Y/n picks up the spoon of pizza noodle soup and calls his name.

"Hey leatherhead calm down" she says worriedly patting his snout gently.

'You said he was mellow!"

"I didn't know you were going to ask him about the you-know-who."

"What he means is that bringing them up triggers his defense mecanism" the girl said while feeding Leatherhead.

"Okay, what should I do?" He stares at the girl raising his non-existent eyebrow.

"I don't know, maybe start with an icebreaker, like, "how was your day?" Michelangelo stated.

"Fine...Um Leatherhead. How was your day?" He said breathing softly.

"It started out awful."

"Yeah, you were attacked by the Kraang." The freckled turtle said and triggered Leatherhead again.

"Kraang!" He roars.

"Hey what did I just say?" Y/n rolls her eyes calming the roaring mutant.

"My bad dude" Mikey helps his friend calm him down.

After making sure Leatherhead could answer questions. The crimson soldier got up from her chair looking at Raphael. Donnie pulled out a bright pink colored crystal. It was kept inside a glass cylinder. The girl stands next to Raphael wondering what they might have gone through.

"Okay. W-w-we just want to know what this is."

"-hief!" Leatherhead turns berserk again holding once again Donnie's head between his fist.

"Oh, come on! This is not my day!" Donnie yells with a muffled scream.

Raphael and Leonardo draw their weapons out only to be hit by their brother's body. Y/n runs over to get the powercell with Raphael behind her back. The girl manages to snatch the cylinder crystal and throws it to Raphael. Leatherhead then slams Raphael to the ground but the turtle with the red bandana threw it on the opposite direction.

Y/n slams her body against the mutant's side which manages to push him off Raphael. Leonardo and Donnie run to help her but Leatherhead smacks Leo with his tail. Donnie screams in horror when the alligator mutant snaps his mouth in attempt to bite him.

"Leatherhead, relax! It's okay!" Michaelangelo shouted with the powercell in his hand. Leatherhead turns around and gets the powercell again.

"Leatherhead listen to me! Put it down" the crimson soldier tries to get near him to get him unconscious but he manages to grab her hand. And flips her over his head making her hit the ground with a thud. She grunts in discomfort grabbing her side.

"Stop! Get away from my family!"

The girl looks at her surroundings with her hazy vision. She felt weak again she was trained to be fierce. But that stupid phantom pain made her doubt once in a while. Splinter threw him near the lair's entrance. After witnessing an epic fight the girl looked over Mikey. It was clearly not Leatherheads fault.

"Leave this place. Out!" He commanded pointing at leatherhead.

"Dudette we can't leave him alone" He helps her get up and they both run after him silently.

Michelangelo and Y/n search for Leatherhead by themselves.

The girl sighs remembering the fight she had lost.

"Leatherhead! Leatherhead!" They yell at unison.

Then they find Leatherhead inside and old subway car covered in grafitti.

"Dude! Leatherhead, what's the big idea, man?"

"You should not be here." Leatherhead stated while turning around.

"I trusted you. Then you freak out and attack my entire family. I thought we were friends." Mikey stated with sadness on his voice.

"I warned you that there is a dangerous force inside me that I cannot control. Leatherhead told them. "And that is why I must be alone."

"Leatherhead get away from them, or we'll turn you into the world's ugliest suitcase." He said while Y/n smiles a little inside her mask.

"Of course I don't think Leatherhead deserves it but Raphs protectiveness is somehow reassuring" Y/n thinks to herself shaking her head to focus on the problem.

"Please! I mean him no harm. It was the Kraang that made me this way."

A flashback shows the origins of Leatherhead. Right before his mutation, leatherhead was just a baby crocodile raised by a young boy. He was a test subject in Dimension X but managed to escape.

"The Kraang found me and took me to their dimension. They mutated me and subjected me to horrible experiments. But they could not break my spirit. Six months ago, I escaped through the portal that they used to travel to Earth, and I stole this." Leatherhead continued displaying the powercell.

"What did they use it for?"

"It powers the portal. Without it, no Kraang can enter or leave this dimension. I swore to keep it from them and spare this world from their evil, even at the cost of my own life." He stated and right after a explosion shook the car alarming everyone.

"Give to Kraang the power cell that Kraang has come to demand that you give to Kraang."

"It's the Kraang!"

"It's quite obvious dude!" Y/n yelled at Mikey.

"Quick, barricade the doors!" Leo ordered but Raph and Mikey struggle to close the door. Y/n quickly attacks the Krang by chopping them into bits. The boys watch her with shock written in their faces. Then the rest of the turtles handled some more Krang. Raphael managed to close the door sitting to catch his breath. The girl sat next to him fist bumping him.

The silence was then bothered by the Krang using a saw to get right threw the roof. The droids then stuck their arms through the windows and door. A krang droid then rose up from the dead but Leatherhead kicked the head off. Y/n stabbed the head repeatedly.

"We're surrounded!" Raphael yelled.

"The Krang are just adding up after we beat the other's to a pulp!" Y/n said tired.

"We'll never hold them off."

"We gotta get out of here. Donnie, can you get this subway car running?" Leo asked.

"This track is dead. There's no electricity." Donnie stated.

"What about the power cell? Can you use that?"

"I might be able to hook it up to the motor, but I'll need time."

"I will buy you time." The alligator mutant walks near Mikey and Y/n "My friends, you have trusted me." He places the powercell in Mikey's hand. "Now I am trusting you. I will deal with the Kraang." Leatherhead opens the door and begins to fight the krang.

"Donnie, we're running out of time." Leonardo said while holding the door. Y/n chops the hands getting near him with her mother's katana.

"I'm working as fast as I can!"

"Donnie will you hurry up?" Raphael said watching Y/n struggle then helps her.

"Thanks Raphie boy" she grunts then he nods.

"I got it!" Donnie exclaimed hooking up the pink crystal object to the motor.

The powercell powered up the car causing the vehicle to act as a rocket.

All of them were thrown down by the force. After Donnie stops the car abruptly Mikey opens the door.

"Where the heck are we?" The blue bandana wearing turtle asked.

"According to my calculations" Donatello sniffs the air. "Sewage plant?"

"Wow. It's as beautiful as they say." Mikey gaped amazed.

"This is literally a crappy day don't you think? The girl covers her nose with her mask looking at Raphael.

"You're right crimson" he smirks trying not to laugh at her statement patting her back.

Omg it's literally been a year since I updated this book. I am very sorry! I didn't have any inspiration and my life has been very jumbled ever since I started to become an adult. I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully I can update. Thanks for still reading! And patiently waiting. 💙

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