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k0nanharv3y · 7 months

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Since I didn't find a promising list of Fanfics with Mikey Centric, I'M MAKING MY OWN

You can leave suggestions, THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE FROM 2012 OR MIKEY, JUST THAT HE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND THE BOYS FROM 2012 WERE VERY FUCKED, but I am also open to reading from all the series and all the characters. (If you recommend LFLS I'm going to throw you out the window)

This will be constantly updated, but it's like... 3 in the morning here and I have school tomorrow

HEY SUNSHINE The darkness is safe but darkness is still darkness. Everyone needs sunshine to make the darkness feel less bleak.

Underground there was no sunshine.

Mikey decided that he would be that light no matter what it did to him

-My favorite story of all time, if you like Badass Mikey this is your story

REMEMBER YOUR MISSION 8 times Mikey drifted with someone...

...and one time he didn't need to.

-The 2012! TMNT x Pacific Rim AU It's good, it's worth it a thousand times, but it's more to pass the time and be calm from so much angst

Edit - REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT ANGST? WELL, I LIED TO YOU *starts crying on the floor*

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE MEANS (and it's killing me) "Finally, they could try and regain their lost childhood, to be a family again.

Except…

His family didn’t feel like family anymore.

-Do I... do I have to explain this? It's... I cried a thousand times when I read it, it's worth a thousand times the moon but... I'M STILL CRYING MY GOD

SPRAY PAINT, VIOLENCE AND SUPERHEROES Miles and Mikey meet up and decide to fight crime together. Absolute chaos ensues.

Turns out, bad guys don't like turtles and spiders together very much.

-I NEED TO SAY THAT I AM A SHELLSHOCKED FAN, I LOVE THEM, THEY ARE MY BABIES

FIVE MINUTES 'TIL SELF DESTRUCT Even the mightiest of ninja cannot always avoid illness. In Mikey's case, it's the one thing he's never quite been able to dodge. But when a simple cold leaves the family's youngest without a voice, misadventures quickly turn into discoveries as the family bands together. Let the sick days begin

-It's fun, it's VERY good to pass the time, I really liked the narrative and how the brothers interacted

BABY BROTHER When it comes to Mikey

Leo indulges, Raph protects and Donnie teaches

-THEY MAKE ME GO QKAJQIHDJQJANQNDKQLA I LOVE THEM THEY DESERVE THE FUCKING WORLD

TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE HEART Whenever Mikey isn't feeling to great, he'll seek out his older brother.

-I CAN'T I LOVE THEM

I CAN'T HANDLE REJECTION Michelangelo breaks the TV.

-It couldn't all be so fluff, it takes a little bit of a lot of depression to live

WHERE DO WE BEGIN? (the rubble or our sins) Mikey is hit by cuddle pollen, and he and his brothers try to deal with it. (And maybe heal some family wounds along the way.)

-You don't know it's sad until the sad thing comes

ONE MORE NIGHT (please, just for tonight) The night before his big trip, Mikey's brothers stood him up. He pretends he's not hurt about this

-You know you should cry, you didn't because you're a monster.

BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER (and never like yourself) Three times Mikey tried to be like his big brothers.

And one time they told him he didn't have to

-Ah, I could read this a thousand and one times.

WHAT NICOTINE DOES Mikey looks for a way to sleep again without nightmares. He's not doing his best

-Ah, yes, this is me promoting my own fanfic

SONG OF A SUNNY DAY (fading into dusk) The lair has been filled with nothing but the sounds of a heart monitor and quiet. It's too quiet for Mikey, so he goes on a solo run of the city. He finds a violin case on the ground and decides to take it home

-I have love for this story. It was one of the first ones I read and the reason I returned to my love of the violin. Don't look for much angst... they serve it as a main dish

SO HERE'S TO THE HEARTACHE The sequel to "You don't know what love means (and it's killing me)"

-I JUST *CRY INTENSELY*

A CALCULATED PLAN Mourning the loss of splinter, the four turtles struggle to maintain a positive relationship with each other. But when Leo finds a letter saying that Donatello will be the new leader, the divide between the brothers becomes larger.

-HAHAHAHHAHA you are going to suffer so bad

SWAY On an undercover mission to stop a villain’s scheme, one named King Pen who was hosting a party Mikey meets Miles and they have a dance. Let’s sway!

-WOAHHHH I WANT A BOYFRIEND SO HARD *cries*

EMPATHY AMPLIFIED Mikey’s always been one to shoulder his brother’s pain. What happens when the family therapist begins to experience mystic empathy? New powers plus old habits die hard.

-I just... FUCK OFF MAN I READ IT DURING THE NIGHT 'CUZ I HAD A HYPERFIXATION U NEED TO READ THIS

THE SHINOBI'S GARDEN

-Compilation of one-shots of series that I love and will leave here below

DEVIL TOOK YOUR HAND Michelangelo gets ambushed; the Shredder gets another chance to test his mind control serum (I... can't say it)

ALL THE SMALL THINGS An experiment gone wrong de-aged Donnie back into a toddler. Good thing Mikey's great with kids. (ABUBUBUBUAAAHHH I LOVE THEM SM)

RECORD-BREAKING HEAT Losing power overnight may also mean losing your pet cat, if she's made of ice cream (Yeah,... *cry*)

IF WISHES WERE FISHES Raph, Leo and Donnie are quadruplets whose baby brother died the day they were born. When Raphael brings home a new friend with wide blue eyes, a face full of freckles, and a brown belt in karate, the whole family gets a taste of what it might have been like had Michelangelo survived (I just love this story :])

WALK WITH OPEN HANDS Mikey’s head snaps up like a rubber band, so fast it hurts his neck. His father is standing in the doorway, whole and unharmed and strong. He tilts his head, taking in the probably dumb way Mikey is just standing there staring up at him (I'm pretty sure I still don't understand the ending. BUT FUCK, IT'S A WORK OF DAMN ART)

TRAVELING SO FAR TO GET THERE The sound of the apocalypse is a pop number from 1968 by The Foundations. And that’s only because Raphael’s little brother didn’t have the common courtesy to get a decent punk-rock song stuck in his head on the day they fell into this hellscape in the first place. He’s just saying, The Clash or The Offspring or even Fall Out Boy would make more sense, like, thematically. Instead he’s stuck listening to—. “WHY DO YOU BUILD ME UP! BUTTERCUP, BABY, JUST TO LET ME DOWN!". “Mikey,” he yells across the street, “I swear to GOD!” (Long description, and yes, The Foundations became my favorite artists for a week just because of this story)

PROBLEM CHILD Michelangelo has three overprotective big brothers, some questionable friends, a burgeoning need to make himself useful, and a lot of growing up to do. (MY GOSH YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS ONE)

I'VE BEEN AFRAID OF CHANGING It’s not fair. Donnie’s so smart. He’s tired and overworked and unhappy, but he’s smart. How can he get this one thing so wrong? How can he not know Mikey as well as he used to, like all of those years of being each other’s best friends and co-conspirators and secret-keepers from where they were relegated to the “B Team” aren’t as intrinsic and important and fundamental to him as they are to Mikey? How can he look at Mikey, right in the face, and not understand him at all?. Something breaks. (I hate myself for thinking the deleted scenes from 2007 were trash)

-And like these stories, she has thousands more, only these are my favorites and they have Mikey in them, but yes, it has Leo and Usagi, Raph and Casey, Donnie being... Donnie i guess

#rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #save rottmnt #mikey hamato #rottmnt michelangelo #fanfic #leo rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #tmnt #mikey tmnt #mikey deserved much more in 2012 #2012 mikey #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #Reading recommendations

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chokedraven · 7 months

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The shadow of the past

Pt. 1 - Eyes of the Moon | Next Part

There we go with the part one! There's not much of whump here, so you can consider this a bit of a prologue) Also, I'm not a native speaker and I don't have a beta reader, please forgive any mistakes!

• • •

Nervill considered his life boring.

He just recently moved into this apartment, barely two weeks have passed. It was in good condition and newly renovated, and he got it for a surprisingly low price. They didn't say why, but he didn't ask. He is a good man, who can receive a gift well.

His work was also relatively close, so there shouldn’t be any problems with transport, but... let’s get back to his problem - Nervill is lonely to his very soul.

Previously, he thought that this would not be a problem, that he would always be busy with work and would be too tired to worry about such things, but... Every day the emptiness of the apartment was felt more and more strongly, to such an extent that Nervill was already beginning to imagine shadows moving where they shouldn't and whispers where there should be heavenly silence.

This was starting to make him nervous.

Maybe it was still worth getting a roommate?

Or at least a dog?

In order to distract himself at least a little from the obsessive fears that were constantly trying to cling to his thoughts and remain hanging there, he decided to re-read his favorite novel.

Novels have always been a kind of buoy for him, so as not to drown in the sea of huge and empty nothingness - his eternal companion.

This is how this book brought him to the present.

Nervill sat in his chair in the bedroom, the lamp stood on a small round table nearby, and he was immersed in the adventurous journey of the two heroes of his novel and the longing that he would never have something like this, when there was a whisper, a slight rustle and a barely noticeable change in the density of the air forced him to open his mind again.

He tensely clenched the book in his hands and looked up.

His bedroom was barely lit by the pale moonlight of the evening, slightly fueled by the diffused light of the lamp, but there was nothing. There was no one.

Everything became quiet again.

The air has melted.

Nervill didn't ease his worry.

He didn't know who or what it was, what this subtle change in atmosphere was, but it felt so real... a presence. And something told him that he shouldn’t ignore it. On the other hand, he could barely think, it was 1am.

So, he closes his book and sat tensely in the chair, looking around with scanning eyes in order to notice any movement, heightened his senses in order to feel any change in the space of his room.

Then he heard it.

"Hello?"

A barely audible whisper, barely a wave of sound touching him, but it was there.

Nervill jerked his head towards the voice, trying to catch the speaker with his eyes, to grab onto this discovery. He felt no fear, which was strange. Just an anxiety.

"Hello..?" — he tried in response.

Silence.

Then, slowly and smoothly, as if gathering pieces from all the surrounding energy, a shadow began to form on the wall - a faded, short figure with disheveled hair began to emerge on the wall, forming a silhouette. All of it, completely, was dark and without outlines inside the silhouette - like a real shadow, except perhaps without the one who casts it.

Two white eyes flashed on its face.

Nervill shuddered and recoiled in his chair, looking at the creature with wide eyes.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you...” — another quiet whisper, as if it was afraid of disturbing someone. Shadow narrowed its eyes slightly in a somewhat regretful manner.

This confused the guy even more, though it involuntarily forced him to relax his guard. There was a kind of security in the air from the creature, though, rather... no, not security. There was an air of sadness and melancholy from it, a kind of shyness, but also kindness. It was everything but a threat. He felt himself drawn to the creature, despite the surreal nature of the situation.

Not believing himself, he puts the book down on the table and leans over the edge of his chair, looking intently at the shadow. It didn't move, watching him in response with luminous and large, like two moons, eyes.

The two silently studied each other for several seconds before Nervill finally raised his voice, breaking the silence that hung between them, which had already become familiar to this apartment.

“So... I've gone crazy,” he said, leaning back in his chair again and raising his eyes to the ceiling in exhaustion. He didn't think he was so lonely. So much so that he began to see shy shadow boys. But it all felt too vivid, too real - did it really get into his head so deeply that it led to hallucinations?

Nervill rejected the idea of this could be real - this is simply impossible, not in their world of science and progress, he cannot just... just communicate with a living shadow, damn him.

His hallucination, meanwhile, seemed upset by his imprisonment, and crawled up the wall - straight to the ceiling, in order to meet his gaze again, looking down at him.

“You’re not crazy. I’m real, if that bothers you,” — the shadow rustled still quietly, its eyes looking at him pleadingly. And wasn't it funny how he wanted to believe it? How did he want it to be true? At least not because he wanted to trust in his own sanity, but simply to finally find a friend? The prospect of being friends with the shadow, of course, sounded dubious, but did he have other options? Moreover, it even seemed cute... no, no, he should stop thinking about it, otherwise he will finally put himself in a straitjacket somewhere in a building with yellow walls.

Nervill looked away from the two eyes staring at him from the ceiling, feeling as if he had just kicked a puppy, and stood up from his chair. It was late in the evening and he still needed to get some sleep before the work week started. And indulging his sleepy mind will not help this.

Trying not to pay attention to the little sad sigh of the shadow that he left behind him, Nervill lay down in bed.

• • •

The night passed without dreams, only memories of darkness haunted Nervill upon returning to the waking world.

Nervill opened his eyes and was greeted by the familiar emptiness and silence of his apartment.

Perhaps it was just a dream?

He didn't know whether he was happy or not.

Stretching and rising in bed with a groan, he again carefully looked around the bedroom, illuminated by the soft morning light and turning it into one large golden cave in which he slept, read, and wallowed in self-pity. Turning his head towards the curtains, his eye caught the edge of a book. It was lying on the table, in the same place and in the same way as he left it yesterday, wanting to quickly hide from his own failing mind.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. The emptiness seemed even more palpable now, when there was no-

"Good morning"

Nervill shuddered and almost fell out of bed at the familiar quiet whisper sounding so loudly in the quiet apartment.

He looked up and stared at the two moons looking down at him. Deja vu.

"What the hell..." he whispered in disbelief as the shadow descended, now appearing on the wall behind him, just behind the head of the bed. The two moons were still watching him with a kind of childish curiosity. Oh damn, now looking into that featureless face up close, feeling the coldness emanating from it that had nothing to do with the bright intentions wafting from the shadow, as if it were an open book, he just thought, how could he have gotten away from this so easily yesterday?

He sighed once again and ran his hand through his tangled fair hair, without taking his eyes off the shadow.

"So... Either I'm so fucked up that I've given myself a permanent hallucination, or you're... real." — he muttered thoughtfully, looking at the shadow. It perked up at his last words and nodded (at least he could tell from the way its curls were bouncing) before smiling and- since when did it have a smile?

"Real, a truly real one!" It said, its voice a little louder with impatience, “So you believe me now?” It bowed its head, maintaining a small smile on its dark face.

He shrugged, not believing himself because he had begun to doubt the falsity of his own mind games after only two meetings and a few words with shade, a small smile touching his lips. The same positive energy seemed to radiate from the shadow, feeding this image of a curious bunny with large trusting eyes and, although the outlines of the figure were simple and uncomplicated, they said so much, more than any person could tell with just body language.

But, through the layers of it, he could still feel anxiety and unresolved fear somewhere deep within it, and could he be making it up? Invent his own feelings, create with his imagination the atmosphere hovering around this shadow?

"Yes, yes... I suppose so."

He quickly changed his mind, however, and even he himself didn't fully understand why, though... it couldn’t have been any other way, he thought. When the haze of drowsiness and melancholy that he had so carefully tried to eclipse with his novel didn't envelop his mind as it had yesterday, he could feel it all more clearly, as if everything was pushing him towards something that he didn't believe in, but perhaps hoped for... And yet, perhaps the world of progress could not explain everything.

Meanwhile, the shadow smiled even wider - and wasn’t his smile so charming?

"Thank you! I... really didn't think anyone would finally notice me." — whispered the shadow with a certain note of melancholy in its quiet, even voice, the only sign that something more was actually hidden behind it. The words sounded familiar to Nervill's ears, as if an echo of his own thoughts were speaking directly to him. Perhaps he, after all, found himself a roommate.

Several seconds passed in silence, except for the barely audible trembling of the air that indicated that the shadow was moving, although Nervill didn't look at it. He looked ahead, wondering if his life would change.

But all this, in any case, could be postponed until later, because it’s 8am, and he hasn’t gotten out of bed yet-

As if he had just woken up, Nervill's eyes widened and he jumped out of bed, not paying attention to the surprised sound of the shadow, and hurriedly went to the kitchen, hoping to have breakfast in time.

A shadow was creeping behind him, which he could tell by its rustling.

It was very convenient, in fact, that it made so many sounds, albeit quiet ones - Nervill could always tell what it was doing or where it was - an open book. He had barely known this shadow for a five minutes, but he had already begun to think that it had always been here, because those fleeting tremors of the shadows of his furniture, the short flash of white eyes - he had either really gone bananas that much, or this shadow had always been here, and he attributed all these phenomena to his own lack of sanity.

He still had a lot to learn about this shadow, this he knew for sure - how long had it been here, had it always been here? Was it even human and... and everything else, but right now his priority was not getting scolded by his boss, and the shadow, if it was really real, could wait a bit, right?

#whump #whump writing #nonhuman #writing #original character #oc #oc whump #art #oc art #illustration #uh

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strangertheories · 2 years

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Will bring canonically gay but being shoved to the background and/or not getting the guy he likes is not representation. It’s tokenism. It’s “hey look we went through with confirming Will is gay but… we won’t give him a storyline other than liking a guy he has no chance with and occassionally use him as a plot device”. Like that might not bother you but I fail to see how that’s healthy rep that actually accomplishes anything. Not to be mean here but they can do MUCH better than that

I agree with a lot of what you said. I will be annoyed if Will is shoved into the background this season, which is looking likely. He's one of my favourite characters and deserves more screentime and plotlines beyond just being gay and sad. We haven't gotten enough of Will's personality (his artwork, his friendships, his interests, etc.) and if they reduce him to some miserable gay guy I'll be annoyed. And I agree that I'll be annoyed if his only plotline is Mike not liking him back. As well as that, I think they can do better than unrequited Byler too. It would be a great relationship and be great queer representation as well.

What I was saying is that I don't believe that the queer representation on the show is inherently bad if Byler isn't canon. Will's self discovery isn't just about him liking Mike, it's about him coming to terms with his sexuality which is still important to see even if he doesn't get into a relationship at the end of it. The question I got asked was not if Byler should be requited but if I'd rather unrequited Byler or none at all to which my answer is still unrequited Byler. I'd rather them explore Will's sexuality and angst about Mike in an interesting and mainstream arc about self discovery than just have him like some random dude or not explore it at all.

So overall, I get what you're saying. I really hope that Will is more of a character in S4 beyond just being sad and gay for his straight bestie and I hope Byler is requited, even if I'm pessimistic about it. However, I just feel as though I'd rather have gay Will and no Byler than no Byler at all. I don't think him not liking Mike back makes him bad rep or tokenism, but making that his only trait would.

I hope this response was alright. I'm not the best with tone so if this came off as aggressive then that was not my intention at all (:

#stranger things #stranger things four #byler #will byers #will byers is gay #mike wheeler #byeler #anon #ask answered #stranger theories #st4 #stranger things season 4 #byler tumblr

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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My wifi was acting up so if you got the same message twice just ignore!

God poor Hwa it was the first thing I saw in the morning, I'm glad he knows it wasn't his fault, but he was still upset 😭 thankfully he wasn't hurt <3. Yesterday I was sad watching San struggle, then he talked on universe about feeling angry at himself.

I'm gonna give Hwa all the praise tomorrow, watch me. Come on Baek we need to do this. BUT AT LEAST THEY WON OMG DID YOU SEE MATZ, SEONGHWA'S FACE BBY :"( and Yunho and Yeo?! They were so shocked and cute awwwww

Absolutely 2021 and 2022 are for the hags, especially ggs stans 🥰 SNSD's 15th anniversary can you believe?! And Minho is an MC for their showcase AAAAAAA. The song is pretty GG, SM didn't do them too dirty, but they definitely have better songs, I'm just gonna be happy they're back, also WHERE ARE THE ALIENS?! Btw, I saw you were watching Big Mouth with Yoona, I like it! And so true Bilibili is a life saviour for dramas and anime as well, I've been using it for months 😌

Deja the panther pls suyshdjsuahhsus I would be honoured

I'm honestly so baffled by your Noddy gender discovery I'm seriously wheezing 😭😭😭 yeah fuck that little clown looking guy even more, before I felt bad for hating him, but #noddyisoverparty

It was Wonderland Hwa - the 1st pc 😳 I bought so many albums for myself and my friends in SK, not only I got Hwa, but also got into a fan sign not so long after seeing them at KCON and falling for Seonghwa, the universe knew what it was doing...

If you send me your address I'll come and fight you for your crimes (Khronos ending)

Please I was embarrassed for them especially Baek, Taemin and Kai I was like "I'm so sorry guys" but yeah they can make everything look cool, can't relate though

I always clown the glazed arms or abs (I can't with Fireworks San it's too funny), but the Hwarms are doing something for me, his melanin makes the oil even more visible and I'm spiraling 🥴🥴🥴🥴 everyone's down bad for Hwa this era as well. Mingi you're not normal my guy, you need to be stopped

The nose post, truly life changing omfg. Exactly LOOK AT ALL THESE SIDE PROFILES

Pls 1D wasn't even a band, leave them boys alone, but yeah they're like every indie UK group I was into back in the day

Well yeah I'm gonna gatekeep bodyguard I'm afraid, though I feel like I should guard Hwa instead 😭

I have no clue about Person of Interest, but I got Lionel Fusco???

Well fuck the government so true, but not when you're rich already, like be fucking serious... Yes there were a few scandals and Spain is extra with their punishments too, since I support one of the Spanish teams I always see a lot of tax talk 👀

Everything is coming out at once and their new show too?! I only managed to watch Showterview, cause I had to and honestly it was wholesome, they had great chemistry and everyone had fun. I also liked the questions, pretty spicy ahhahah

So much Seonghwa recently I need to look away for a moment and feel normal BUT HOW???!!! The whiplash is killing me, we're getting oiled up sexy demon and 5 minutes later a small baby running around or mommy Hwa helping everyone

Oh I knitted for my plushies and dolls when I was a kid sushhsydjnabsjhs maybe I'll go back to knitting soon since I'm ancient

I know red Woo when?! More hair colours in general when???

Idk that must be some other guy, perhaps a twin of my uber driver???

Baby baby

P.S. idk if we manage to talk before my fan call tomorrow, so wish me luck, cause my throat is fighting for its life </3333 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

My wifi was acting up so if you got the same message twice just ignore! God poor Hwa it was the first thing I saw in the morning, I'm glad he knows it wasn't his fault, but he was still upset 😭 thankfully he wasn't hurt <3. Yesterday I was sad watching San struggle, then he talked on universe about feeling angry at himself.

it’d working just fine!! ☺️ RIGHT 😭😭 i wish the electrical team checks the ear pieces every time bc wtf was that 😭🤚🏼 im glad he realized it as well!! aND THEY WON!!! DID U SEE FBWNDHWK WOOYOUNGS REACTION TO THE 12 DIGITAL POINTS FBDBDB AND THEN san too?? 😭😭🤚🏼 _SlQgfPkMA

they won the second baekhyun started tweeting and it was like my two worlds colliding 😭😭

YOU BETTER BESTIE GIVE HIM ALL OF IT GIVE HIM 2 EXTRA FROM A USERNAME CALLED BAEKHVUNS !!! DEJA WE ARE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW PLS SHOW HIM THAT TOO FBFBF 😭😭 PLS THE WAY HONGJOONG WENT TO HIM 😭🤚🏼🤚🏼 YEOSANG WAS SO BLOWN AWAY PLS

I SAW THE SHOWCASE AND IT WAS SO FUN FBFBF the song is pretty but i rly don’t like the pre chorus i thought after hearing it multiple times i might but it?? like the part right before the “i love” fbdnfb the album tho does sound better! YEAH WHERE ARE THEY WHERES THE KWANGYA 🤌🏼 OH MY GOD YES ARE U WATCHING IT TOO??? GONNA WATCH THE NEW EPS TN omg no fr bilibili is a true life saviour i just hope they don’t brung the ads there too 😭🤚🏼 and all of that for free in 1080p?? 😩😩😮‍💨

Deja the panther pls suyshdjsuahhsus I would be honoured

LMFAOOOO YOU GOT IT I WILL NAME IT THAT BDBD

I'm honestly so baffled by your Noddy gender discovery I'm seriously wheezing 😭😭😭 yeah fuck that little clown looking guy even more, before I felt bad for hating him, but #noddyisoverparty

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 WHY HIS NAME NODDY THEN #bamboozeled 😭🔫🔫 NAH FR THAT KNOME LOOKING GUY CAN FUCK OFF #noddynevercomingback

????????????? U HIT THE BIGGEST JACKPOT ON THE FIRST TRY????? UR LUCK??? HELLO HELLO GIVE US A LITTLE BIT OF THE LUCK 😭😭😭🤚🏼 i have a luck in avoiding things fbfbfbfb BRO IT WAS FATE FROM SOME WATER HATING GOD 🤚🏼🤚🏼

If you send me your address I'll come and fight you for your crimes (Khronos ending)

LMFAOOOO THE WAY I SCREAMED AT THIS FHWNFHWJHFWKHDWK if u think khronus was a bad end, bestie what will that villain yn’s ending do to u?? 🥰

Please I was embarrassed for them especially Baek, Taemin and Kai I was like "I'm so sorry guys" but yeah they can make everything look cool, can't relate though

BRMWBDMWBDKW NO LITERALLY SAME BUT THEY MADE IT LOOK SO COOL tbh unpopular opinions, superm songs may sound chaotic but they do have good songs 😭😭 tho the seniors did carry,,, wish u were here is so good 😭🤚🏼

LMFAOOOO SANS GLAZED DONUT ABS WERE SO DBDBD 😭😭😭😭 they fr looked baked 😭😭 hwarms, hegs (legs), hwabs, hace (face), hwips <3 all of them be triggering me atp THIS ERA IS 2HO HWA AND MINGIS TBH 🤚🏼,,,, mingi is not normal and i won’t be either with his au in my drafts screaming at me dbdbd

The nose post, truly life changing omfg. Exactly LOOK AT ALL THESE SIDE PROFILES

Pls 1D wasn't even a band, leave them boys alone, but yeah they're like every indie UK group I was into back in the day

TRULY LIFE CHANGING I WILL BE LOOKING AT EVERYONES NOSES TO SEE WHO’S GOOD 😭😭🥰🥰<3 FBDNDB 1D WAS LIKE A 5 YEAR CONTRACT TO RULE THE WORLD AND THEN BOOM GONE,, he’s so stunning??? a very elegant guy, hand in marriage 🤲🏼

Well yeah I'm gonna gatekeep bodyguard I'm afraid, though I feel like I should guard Hwa instead 😭

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 I THINK WE SHOULD GUARD HIM TOO NOTHING BAD SHOULD HAPPEN TO THAT MAN 🔫

I have no clue about Person of Interest, but I got Lionel Fusco???

i have absolutely no idea too and so i got john reese <3

YEAAAHHHH FRRR !!!!! no bc if u rich, just pay the tax like bro u got the money?? 😭😭 oh??? u do??? which team 👀

showterview was so funny !!! it was fr like a sibling chemistry BFKWHDKWHDKW THE “SHUT UP” TO MINGI SCREAMED DBDB omg the questions about rivalry w different groups i was like “sunmi 👀 ayo 👀”

ITS ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE ANYMORE EVERYWHERE ITS HIM 😭😭😭 am i complaining tho? no ☺️ but my wips are dhdbdbdb OILED SEXY DEMON LMFAOO 😭😭😭😭😭 no ur so right that mommy hwa thing he did with jongho 🤚🏼

Oh I knitted for my plushies and dolls when I was a kid sushhsydjnabsjhs maybe I'll go back to knitting soon since I'm ancient

im. when are we starting this knitting club im on my way we should make seonghwa a shinestar scarf <3 BBWMFJEK “IM ANCIENT” I FELT THAT DBDB

I know red Woo when?! More hair colours in general when??? /// Idk that must be some other guy, perhaps a twin of my uber driver???

i swear to gOD if they dye it for the concerts im genuinely gonna be sobbing 😭🤚🏼 OH??? TWIN OF UR UBER?? SURE ARE ALIKE ARENT THEY?? have u ever confused them <3 ☺️ this your guy?? your ceo?? omg here is a ceo taehyung series which i die for fbfbfbf ceo seonghwa’s arrange marriage is like that in the aspects of richness

Baby baby /// P.S. idk if we manage to talk before my fan call tomorrow, so wish me luck, cause my throat is fighting for its life </3333 - DV 💖

BESTIEEEEEEEEE OH MY GOD ITS TMR???? PROBABLY ALREADY FOR U RN OH MY GOD FBFBFB PLS GIVE HIM ALL THE PRAISES AND SHOW UR CATS 😭😭😭🤚🏼 PLS <3 pls ask them to do a stop in cn not toronto one day <3

quiz !!

???? dilf.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Aaaw, the way you chose to celebrate your milestone is so lovely! I'm sure all of your fans will be over the moon because of that! And let me tell you that you deserve each and every one of your followers and more!!!

Of course I would like to submit a prompt idea for your celebration (but please, feel free not to follow it, if you are not in the mood for it)

- discovery of the first pregnancy

- Napoleon Solo

- Special requests? You can skip this, but it would be nice if maybe thay had encountered some difficulties to get pregnant

- I would like the reader/OFC to be a shy woman, from a poor background that fought hard to study and become an art historian. A bit chubby, blue eyed and blonde would be perfect

So, here is another prompt based ficlet for my milestone celebration 🥳. Baby themed again, it really seems you guys like kids and animals!

My dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt and your very sweet and kind words. I really hope you like the way I turned your prompt into a ficlet, it would be great if you'd let me know!

Sweet Surprise

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x reader

Words: ~ 800

Summary: Napoleon and his wife want a baby

Warnings: This is so fluffy, it goes without warnings (except for the mention of problems with getting pregnant)

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Pics for the header from Pinterest

My Masterlist

Let's go.....

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Napoleon Solo didn't expect much. He didn't want to expect much. The risk of getting disappointed was too high. He knew this because it wouldn't be the first time. They had hoped many times for good news but whenever his wife had told him her period was late with this spark of happiness in her pretty blue eyes, hope had crumbled to dust when she had started to bleed a few days or weeks later.

Doc Thomas had told them it wasn't unusual, that some couples just needed more time to conceive than others and that they should not to worry. "Just keep on trying," he had said with a wink, "it's the fun part of it all." So they had tried and tried and almost two years had passed by and they were still without children.

Napoleon sighed and poured himself another glass of whiskey, taking a sip, glancing at the big, old clock above the fireplace for the millionth time. He walked from their living room to the hallway, looking up to the first floor, listening if the door to their bedroom was finally opened. But there was nothing but muffled voices and the sound of his heart racing in his chest. What was Doc Thomas doing up there? He'd arrived thirty minutes ago, usually it didn't take him more than fifteen minutes to examine y/n. He started to pace the room with big strides, his lips pressed into a thin line, his forehead creased, trying to calm down desperately. He needed to be strong for her, collected, radiating confidence, not despondency.

Usually his wife was much stronger than him, a real fighter by nature. When they'd met for the first time, that trait had immediately attracted him. He remembered that night so very well. The big, old museum, the opening of the exhibition she had curated. His friend, who had taken him there, kept on gushing about the first female art historian to work at the venerable institution. He told him she had made it all the way up from the daughter of poor but decent parents to the successful curator of one of the biggest museums in the United States. All by herself, just with brains and hard work.

He had been impressed and intimidated by her before even seeing her on stage. When he finally did, it was love at first sight. Her beautiful face, her curvy body, her blonde hair, she was like a sexy, chubby angel, sweeping him away with her natural grace and her special appeal. Of course he managed to talk to her during the soirée and she surprised him with a lovely shyness, that was such a sweet contrast to her reputation of being the toughest woman in the art scene. They shared their first kiss that night on a balcony under the full moon and had been inseparable ever since.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs interrupted Leon's thoughts. Doc Thomas gave him a sad smile and an apologetic shrug. "Your wife is waiting for you upstairs, Mr Solo," he said softly before taking his hat and leaving.

Napoleon gulped and took a deep breath before he went to face her. When he entered the room he found y/n sitting on the bed, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her pretty face. He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his, kissing her fingertips tenderly.

"I'm so sorry, darling," he said, locking eyes with the love of his life. "We'll keep on trying, okay? Next month... I'm sure…"

Y/n looked at him and her face lit up, her lips curling into a smile. She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him.

"Next month, Leon, we can start to turn the study into a nursery," she whispered and her eyes started to fill with tears. "And I'm going to knit a lot of these." She reached under the blanket and pulled out tiny, green, knitted rompers.

Napoleon stared at her.

"I don't understand, honey…"

"I'm four months pregnant, Leon. We're going to have a baby."

"But Doc Thomas…he left without a word…", he said, completely confused and overwhelmed.

"I asked him not to say anything. I wanted to surprise you." She looked at him, her eyes full of tender love. "The light bleedings I had is nothing to worry about. It happens sometimes. He heard our child's heartbeat, darling. Can you believe it?"

She started to sob and cry for joy and Napoleon took her in his arms, holding her close, kissing the teardrops from her face, his own cheeks wet from the tears of joy he was shedding.

"This is so wonderful, my love," he whispered softly in her ear. "It feels so unreal."

"I know," she agreed, "but it is real. You're going to be a dad, Leon. And I'm going to be a mum."

"We're going to be a family," he said with a nod and a happy smile before he kissed her again, passionately this time, ready to celebrate this perfect surprise.

*****

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chamomileteainabuttercup · 2 years

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Thoughts on Episode 4 of The Book of Boba Fett - "On Thin Fucking Ice"

that is not the episode title but it clearly should be

I obviously hope that last week's episode was an aberration and not representative of the series overall. For patriotic reasons, I would like to keep watching this (I mean Temuera Morrison), and for general Boba Fett-liking reasons, I would like this not to suck. So far, we have had one okay episode, one AWESOME episode, and one truly shit episode. It's not exactly encouraging to see a show run such a gamut in its first three episodes; it suggests poor planning and only erratic insight about why viewers will care to watch. I am hoping that this week will be okay. That's all I'm setting my sights on. Okay. Fingers crossed, eh.

The Disney+ blurb for this episode is just "Boba Fett partners with Fennec Shand," which might mean that we finally get some backstory/context for these two, or might alternatively mean that they will dance a fruity samba, and either is fine by me. We have a runtime of 49 minutes, in between the excellent 53 minutes of Chapter 2 and the okay/bloody awful 39 minutes of 1 and 3. I am not sure who directed this one but I hope it's not Robert bloody Rodriguez again.

* ugh taking us straight back to the worst part of the previous spisode in the "previously on"

* I really wondered if Boba's total lack of affect in the discovery and funeral parts of that sequence was some kind of actor protest by Temuera Morrison, like how when Alexander Siddig hated the genetic enhancement plot twist for Julian Bashir on Deep Space Nine (sorry about the spoilers for 1997), he would try to say any lines relating to it in the dullest way he could. The difference here is that I really liked that plot twist (and it did not do what Siddig feared, making Julian too similar to Data - they are both talkative and clever and neurodivergent in some way but have very different vibes overall) whereas this one sucked and made me feel angry and sad. To go right from an episode that was all about Boba finding a connection and a sense of belonging and purpose with these people after spending so long feeling alone, an episode to which Morrison clearly contributed a lot in terms of culture and the whole issue of indigenous rights and sovereignty which is dear to his heart, to then having it all ripped out from under Boba for cheap tragedy that dehumanised the people the previous episode did so much to humanise, surely was not very satisfying for Morrison as a performer. The man can in fact emote, and here he just didn't. So.

* remind us of the stupid briefing scene too

* Stephen Root: no one respects you

* Me: well to be fair, based on last week's shenanigans I don't either

* ugh the Mods

* ugh Krrsantan (it is not Krrsantan's fault he got put into such a stupid scene, he looks like a cool dude)

* ugh the rancor swap makes no sense, why would they give him something so expensive and fuck off without even getting their cool-looking Wookiee back

* they didn't recap the only cute and awesome part of last week, Boba "Horse Girl" Fett deciding he loves the rancor and it will be his baby

* and now... new material

* TRY NOT TO SUCK, SHOW. I AM SO READY TO BE PLEASED.

* ALREADY into the bath and a flashback? Without even a present-day prologue? Also, are they really going to keep using Boba dreaming about his past in the bacta tank every single time they want to do a flashback? Couldn't he talk to a therapist like Tony Soprano? I feel like this guy naps more than he works. Which I can sympathise with, but he could've done all this napping BEFORE trying to take over Mos Espa and started out feeling fresh.

* It was very green in the desert that day - oh wait that's a transition effect.

* okay, so Boba is apparently spying out Jabba's palace; are we actually going to start getting hints of why he decided to go back there? Is it about gaining the power to avenge the Tuskens, or what? Did his childhood experiences teach him anything about the value or likely success of trying to avenge someone you loved? Does he just think this is different because he's strong enough to do it by himself instead of being a traumatised little kid depending on adults who don't have his welfare at heart?

* "Not today, old girl" - okay, I like the continuing notes of Boba's quiet love of animals, but "not today" what. What is your objective, you potato.

* what do banthas eat? Apparently barbecue is okay. I always wondered, because they do look like ungulates, but you clearly can't graze in a desert. The food chain of Tatooine remains very fucking mysterious. I presume it involves, at some level, animals that literally eat and metabolise sand.

* nobody had better kill his fucking bantha this week

* okay, I briefly skipped to the end credits and the director this week was Kevin Tancharoen, of whom I know zip, nothing, nada. Back to five minutes in.

* it is too dark in this scene for me to have any blessed idea what is going on, and I would prefer unconvincing day-for-night to realistic can't-see-a-thing.

* So this is where he finds Fennec near death - which raises some questions for me about the passage of time. He fell into the Sarlacc's maw in 4ABY, and was presumably not in there for more than a few hours, by the state of him. The events of The Mandalorian begin in roughly 9ABY. How long did he live with the Tuskens before the cheap shitty tragedy? Clearly a while, since he learned their language, but nearly five years? How long did he wander around in between the cheap shitty tragedy and finding Fennec where Din left her in around about 9 ABY? You give a guy five years to noodle around in before he has to get back into the plot, and then you don't let him really noodle.

* there are people here with cool cyberpunk eyes - okay, so the whole cyborg body mods thing was a trend on Tatooine well before Boba met the Mods? What does it mean? Anything?

* "I found a gravely wounded woman barely clinging to life in the desert... so I brought her to a nightclub." At least that's what it sounds like.

* So wait, did Boba know that this was a place where people got cyborged up? How did he learn about that? Has he had any sort of social life in between the cheap shitty tragedy and this? Who has he talked to? Why did we skip over so much?

* Anyway I guess this is where Fennec's techno-tummy comes in.

* there were absolutely no emergency healthcare options other than this place? god Tatooine sucks

* and apparently Fennec doesn't need any anaesthetic or life support

* this just... this doesn't make sense

* I never cared that much about how the techno-tummy works, but this was just stupid-looking. There was no sign that this guy did anything about the blood loss she'd already suffered, no sign that there was any hygiene involved, working on Fennec's body this way would make sense only if she was already a cyborg or robot that just needed parts replaced.

* btw where did Boba get the money for this, what has he been doing to earn money? What have been his goals and uses for the money he earned? that seems interesting

* Like the way the Tuskens were so brutally disposed of, this rather feels like "We have to give some kind of explanation for how this character got their new accessories, let's bash it out real quick."

* "Aren't you going to close her up?" "And cover all that beautiful machinery?" SO EVIDENTLY INFECTION IS NOT A THING. PERITONITIS IS NOT A THING.

* what did the guy do with all the damaged innards he would have had to remove?

* so the poor cow wakes up on the sand in the middle of nowhere with some dude offering her a melon; I wouldn't be impressed.

* so... Boba went through her pockets and looked at her ID?

* so here's where the narration from the trailer came from

* One thing that I do find a little strange about Morrison's performance is the really different inflection he gives his voice when he says things like "I am Boba Fett, left for dead on the sands of Tatooine," kind of ponderous and artificial, and when he says things like "He's a tricky little bugger" and "What are we going to call you?" - when he actually sounds like a person. I can justify this as there being an element of Boba putting on a performance, which I think he always has been doing since he put on the helmet and started creating the character of Boba Fett the Bounty Hunter, who is clearly different from Boba Fett who just wants to pet a dog. Perhaps what he's giving Fennec here is a modified, helmetless form of that.

* Okay, Fennec introducing the possibility that at least some of the Tuskens escaped. I HOPE SO. It really didn't look as if there were as many bodies strewn about the destroyed camp as there were dancers in the bonfire scene at the end of episode 2. Fingers still crossed for Tusken Warrior and Tusken Kid.

* Right, and this settles the fact that, at least in this iteration of Star Wars canon, Boba calls his ship Firespray. I will gladly accept it as Boba changing the name of the ship when it became his; Slave One is really a bummer of a name.

* your ship is still where you parked it? are you sure?

* Boba. Baby, the worst he can say is "no, fuck off."

* I know this is turning into kind of a heist, and I've been vocal in my desire for heists, but it's not a very feisty heist.

* Fennec has a tiny baby drone! Okay, tiny baby drone is cute. I really like how it zips around.

* you're just gonna turn your bantha loose? Isn't she, like, domesticated? don't just tell her to go and get pregnant! she loves you!

* Fennec speaks for me, and for people with any common sense. Maybe hold onto your alternative means of transport just for now.

* How do you figure Bib double-crossed you, though? He kept your ship when he entirely reasonably believed you were dead. You haven't approached him to let him know you're alive because... you're afraid of what he might say? You think you're negotiating from a disadvantage? You can't even write the dude a letter to sound him out? Don't be a sook.

* tiny baby drone's back!

* so all you need to do is break into the garage and steal Fett's Vette, right?

* incidentally if Bib Fortuna kept security so tight, how were you able, not many months after this, to just walk right directly into his throne room so that he was surprised (and apparently pleased, until you shot him) to see you? And what did he think had happened to your ship in the meantime?

* it's almost lost because the lighting/colouring is so damn murky, but Fennec gives Boba an adorable smug smile about cutting through the bars to sneak in, and it immediately makes me like her more.

* "Voice of Sous-Chef Droid" would be a great credit to have on your IMDB page.

* General Grievous with cleavers - until Fennec takes his head off. I actually thought she was just going to push an off switch, which I would love even more.

* low comedy as Boba has to destroy the kitchen trying to tackle some little guy

* "Where'd you go?" - again, Boba sounds like a person when he's not sounding ponderous

* why are you telling the little droid who you are? why do you care? do you make this speech to everyone you meet?

* did that droid just do suicide

* I want - GONK DROID

* I want Boba getting back into his starship to be more of a moment, you know?

* sorry green piggy guard guy, you were certainy not paid enough for that

* of course she knows what she's doing, she's Fennec Shand

* She's in good shape - in fact, shipshape.

* and now, they are pals

* okay, so, bikies, zapping bikies

* that feel like vengeance?

* what are you going to do, shoot the sarlacc?

* are you literally going to shoot the sarlacc

* "that's where I was trapped all those years ago" - how have the years between then and now been occupied? because we really haven't seen enough!

* okay, Boba doesn't realise his armour was scavenged/salvaged

* what are you going to do, climb down in there with a rope and a torch?

* of course you can't see a thing! you're looking down an animal's throat underground! you don't even know how long its body is or how far along its gut peristalsis might have moved your armour by this time!

* that's right I said peristalsis

* I know a thing or two about guts

* not three things though, I top out at two

* this is simply silly, silly behaviour

* how is a ship that can blast off out of the atmosphere not grunty enough to escape the grip of an admittedly very large worm

* okay that was a fun sound effect, it always is

* okay, you know Fennec considers Boba her best friend now, or there's no fucking way she'd be hanging around to perform some kind of half-assed autopsy on a worm.

* okay

* okay sorry

* I know I'm starting with "okay" a lot

* but how screamingly absurd is it that Boba Fett is criticising crime lords for not taking the time to think

(and what happened to him is not because a crime lord didn't take the time to think, it's because Han Solo has the luck of the devil and also he, Boba Fett, is kind of a doofus)

* Boba "I didn't think to ask for a briefing on my new territory until like three days after I took it over" Fett

* Boba "I assumed everyone would just pay me tribute" Fett

* Boba "What's recruitment? I just hire disaffected youths I meet on the street" Fett

* Boba "I just sort of bounce around like a dumb pinball reacting to whatever people say" Fett

* Boba "I am surprised every time someone does something sneaky" Fett

* are you genuinely now trying to sell us on the idea that Boba Fett is a man with a plan

* that he's meant to be smart, smarter than the wiseguys

* Dunning-Kruger effect in action folks, except the show has Dunning-Kruger

* has anyone ever in the history of Tatooine before suggested that Tusken culture is soft

* was that literal entire episode a bacta tank flashback - oh okay, we have about a quarter of an hour still to go.

* how did he just walk in without encountering any guards that time, I ask you again

* he is completely healed? How long will that last, one wonders. He gets beaten up a lot.

* oh they're actually in canon called the Mods for goodness' sake, the silly nickname I made up for them is canon

* if Boba is completely healed (at least until his next ass-kicking) is he going to start sleeping in a big-boy bed now?

* Okay, at this point going to the pub is a reasonable decision.

* Krrsantan is not enjoying his evening. Perhaps Krrsantan should go to a movie or something instead.

* I'm complaining a lot, but Boba looks really handsome and I enjoy looking at him looking handsome.

* Garsa is gesturing a lot. Like, almost mind trick levels of gesturing.

* Okay, so I guess Krrsantan still has a bar tab.

* MAX REBO EVERYONE

* Boba, sweetie, darling, last week he (apparently) crushed your spine and bit your hand. He clearly has tremendous anger management issues. Do you really want to call him "mate" and offer him a job? Why not ask Garsa to help you, given that she is actually intelligent and knows people and also already technically works for you as your vassal?

* "when Fortuna claimed to be the heir" - "no right to the throne" - anyone remember Rotta? Jabba's little punky muffin? the actual legitimate heir?

* the idea that Boba got past "guile and treachery" to take out Bib Fortuna is just... absurd. They're having to retcon what was only written as a brief post-credits stinger in which Boba walked right in unchallenged, Bib simply appeared surprised and pleased to see him, and Boba shot him at point-blank range while his guard was down! That or Fennec is just bullshitting because it's the only way to sell this pup.

* "draining Tatooine of its wealth" - what wealth, when the most valuable commodity on the planet is water and the spice is imported? (It's a bit like how, although you can make meth pretty much anywhere with very basic kitchen/lab equipment, the cost and risk of importing the precursor chemicals to New Zealand is such that it's cheaper to just import meth ready-made these days.) Like, we know there are mines on Tatooine, Mos Pelgo is near one, but what they mine is unclear. (I'm ignoring here whether there's EU material that specifies what you mine on Tatooine, because none of that counts until we hear and see it on screen.)

* The rancor is under the table - and either that's a different droid of the same make and model, or that wasn't a suicide earlier.

* Don't just call the rancor "boy"! I demand that you give the baby a cute name!

* Okay, Matt Berry Droid is interpreting, so Matt Berry Droid is a protocol droid, right?

* Why should they join you? You're the only person the Pykes want to attack. They all probably have deals with the Pykes.

* "then I'll do it alone," he said, like a big, brave, dumb, stupid idiot.

* "just pwease don't betway me!"

* BOBA YOU SUCK AT NEGOTIATING SO BAD

* again and again I keep waiting for a twist that shows you're playing dumb... but you're not playing, are you?

* are we really supposed to think Boba pulled something off here

* all he did was get a bunch of dirtbags to make a promise I am sure they feel no obligation at all to keep

* "my deal is a lot better" - what deal?

* "what I'm short on is muscle" - which I don't understand why you didn't begin recruiting much earlier on, and no, the Mods don't count!

* and Fennec... introduces to him the idea that you can, like, hire guys to fight for you? Why was that even written as an exchange between these two characters in particular? "Credits can buy muscle if you know where to look" - "bitch I know, I was muscle for like 25 years." Why would they need to say this to each other. Why. This is "As you know, your father - the king..." levels of cruddy exposition.

* Well. Okay, well. I got my wish. That episode was at the low end of the range I would call "okay." It was pretty dumb throughout but it wasn't actively offensive or distressing. I did not have to look at stupid space Vespas. Ming-Na Wen made a cute face and Temuera Morrison looked hot.

* It still felt like a half-hearted exercise in filling in gaps, moving from one already established point to another as quickly as possible, rather than anyone actually being excited to show us what Boba Fett got up to in his wilderness years (other than in episode 2 which shone precisely because it felt interested in what was going on).

* The thing is, with this show, they got the opportunity to do what fanfic writers do, but with the real actors and budget and facilities. I mean that as 100% a good thing. To flesh out an enigmatic character, to develop an interesting story that was going on in a backwater while the eyes of the galaxy were understandably turned elsewhere, so they have lots of freedom to improvise. What do they actually want to do? I get what Temuera Morrison wants to do and I'm cheering for him, but what John Favreau and Dave Filoni want to do with this is really not clear to me.

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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Exhausted - Hange x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Sometimes Hange just needs reminding that they're still human, a human who needs the basic necessities, and so much love.

!WARNING!

Spoilers for S4; takes place after Zeke is brought back and before the entire wine and Nicolo smashing it onto Falco debacle.

A/n: So before I start I just want to say that, I should post more fucking Attack on Titan, it's literally on my list of fandoms I write for but there isn't a single fanfic or headcanon or scenario on my page about it, and also I hope you guys enjoy this I know it's not my normal MHA or Haikyuu posts but unless I grow this blog bigger I'm planning on putting other fandoms in here too. Also, Hange uses they/them pronouns

🖤❤️🖤

“Hange san,” Your soft voice resonated through the dark room, on your hands carried a tray with warm soup, bread, and water. Hopeful that your workaholic lover would finally rest a bit and eat.

Hange looked back to the opened door, their stressed face softening a little bit seeing you walking in. “Y/n.” Their voice hoarse and scratchy, it was quite obvious they hadn’t been drinking at all since you came in last.

You walked over to them, smiling warmly feeling slight pity for the shape they were in. They looked completely worn out and exhausted, no doubt because of the stacks and stacks of work they had to go through since becoming Commander. Giving a soft peck on their forehead after putting down the tray of food, you walked through the closed window and slowly opened it.

Fortunately, it was close to dawn, so the sunlight streaming in wasn’t completely blinding in the dark room. “Sweetheart it's too bright.” Yet Hange still complained, rubbing their sleep-deprived eyes.

You huffed, feigning annoyance, only to walk back over to Hange and envelop them in a hug. They nestled themself closer to the crook of your neck, finding comfort in the familiar smell of you. “Shouldn’t you be resting right now?”

It was late workdays like these that made you truly worried about the health of your lover. No matter how much Hange disregards their basic human needs, they’re still human in the end. They need sleep, food, water, proper hygiene, and human interactions other than meetings.

“You know, these are the times I kinda miss Moblit the most.” You chuckled, trying to make light of the entire tense atmosphere, “Cause even Eren knows no matter how much I love you, I won’t have the goddamn patience to force you to shower. I don’t know how Levi or Moblit ever did it, to be honest.”

Henge let out a soft laugh, pulling away from the hug slightly to look at your eyes. “Moblit did it with a lot of alcohol, and I don’t know how the fuck Levi did it. I’m almost certain his disgusting blend of tea has some kind of alcohol in it.” Hange remarked.

From their voice, you can hear a hint of the playfulness they had once before. Before everything happened, before the burden of the title, ‘Commander’ was laid on them.

The both of you looked into each other’s eyes for a while, it was a silent comforting moment that was so rare to be experienced by the both of you. So rare in fact, that right now you couldn’t help but relish at the feeling.

That is before you quickly remembered the warm soup you brought over for Hange, “The soup’s going to get cold, better eat it now or I’ll eat it.”

For the first time in a very long time, Hange let out a hearty laugh, one that sounds exactly like how she used to sound before they found out about every secret the world outside the walls had to offer them.

“You’re starting to sound like Sasha.” Hange paused for a moment, you figured it was them trying to find the right words without sounding insensitive, “Did you get possessed by her dead spirit or something?”

Finally, Hange took bites of the soup you brought, it was probably their first meal in the day. “I wish. Maybe that way I can bring that poor cook some sort of solace.”

Hange seems to stop for a moment.

“Do you think this war is worth it?”

The question popped out of nowhere. Even though the two of you would talk about the state of Eldia quite frequently, there was an almost silent agreement not to talk about unsettling stuff when the two of you were together. Since it was rare to see each other outside of work activities, even rarer to find time together alone where the two of you can just relax.

But you realized this question had probably been weighing on your lover’s mind for quite some time, maybe that was why they swamped themselves with work all the time. Trying to forget how shitty this world was actually.

You tried not to think much about it and answered what came into your mind.

“There’s nothing else we can do about it.”

Hange simply nodded and continued eating the soup you brought in. Their face as always slightly hardened, the spark you saw years before almost completely gone now. The spark created from finding new discoveries about the titans and the sparks created from finding out new inventions from outside the walls brought in by Yelena.

It was sad to see it all completely disappear.

“That was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

You stopped blanking out for just a second and saw that Hange finished literally everything. Not a single speck of bread or a single drop of the soup nor the water was left. You grinned, they must’ve been starving if this is what they did with some shabby soup and stale bread from yesterday.

“Love, please sleep.”

You were literally ready to beg on your knees to Hange just so they’d rest a little bit. The eye bags underneath their eyes were getting darker and their eyes looked so ready to close and immediately sleep. To the point where you feel like even blinking would make Hange fall asleep.

Hange smiled at your request.

They realized they were being really terrible to both you and themselves. By them not taking care of their body and their mental health, they were also hurting you. The last thing Hange wants to do is hurt you, so they did what seemed the most natural to them.

They made themselves comfortable at a small couch near a bookshelf and motioned you to sit beside them. Which obviously you did.

Taking a book from the bookshelf beside the sofa, Hange cuddled closer to your figure and opened the book, fully intending to read it.

“I’ll stop working and read this book whilst cuddling with you ok?”

At this point, any kind of activity that wasn’t physical and work was enough rest for Hange so you begrudgingly agreed.

You followed Hange’s rapid reading speed across the pages, and slowly noticing they were getting slower. Of course, it was still 1 page per minute but they were repeating certain paragraphs or looking back to the previous pages for context.

Not long after, Hange stopped opening the next page. You snuck a glance beside you and saw the most precious thing you’d ever see in your entire life. Hange snuggled up against you, eyes underneath their glasses peacefully closed, softly snoring.

They looked so comfortable, so comfortable that you couldn’t resist but to lean to them and drift gently to sleep as well.

Not forgetting to give a small peck on her forehead, “Good night love.”

Completely not caring that it was probably nearing 5am at this point and the both of you would probably have to be awake by noon.

You tried pushing that thought away, focusing on the fact that finally, finally, finally, your lover has been working themselves to the brink of madness. Could finally rest.

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#hange x reader #hange x you #hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #aot #attack on titan x reader #hange fluff #hange zoe fluff #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #hange

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its-nebula · 3 years

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Until the Very End

Platonic Korekiyo x Autistic Reader

"Absolutely, we should meet together soon, Y/N." Korekiyo said cheerfully over the phone. "There are some discoveries I've made that I'd be happy to share with you."

"I'd love that, Kiyo. But-"

"Oh, marvelous! It really is a shame that school has kept you so busy. I quite enjoy our get togethers, but I understand that school has to come first. How does 3 tomorrow sound?"

You grimaced as he said that. It was true that schoolwork took up a lot of your time, but there was something else keeping you from seeing your friend as well. Still, you didn't know how to tell him, so you just said "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, you moved to your mirror, looking at the bruise that you'd gotten just a couple days ago. The way that they pushed you around, the way they made fun of you... it just wasn't right. You wanted to tell somebody, your friend who'd always been there for you in the past, but what would he say? What would he do? He'd probably just laugh at you for not standing up for yourself.

Now wasn't the time to think about that, as you looked at the clock on the wall ticking. Even as you tried, the thoughts still danced around in your head. Maybe you wouldn't tell him at all. You were sure Korekiyo had enough going on in his life without you trying to cause problems.

The next day, immediately after school, you grabbed your backpack and began walking down so you could be on your way to meet Korekiyo.

"Oh hey look guys! It's Y/N!" Your breath hitched as you froze in place. You wanted so badly to just walk away, but your body had different ideas when you were scared. "Now, now, would you take a look at that? What're you doing now, huh? StiMmINg?" Your bully asked in a mocking tone, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed.

"Leave me alone." You whispered quietly, taking a step back.

"Well? Aren't you going to do what you always do?" They were laughing as if you were some circus clown, putting on a show for them. Like you were their entertainment. "Hey, I'm Y/N, and all I do is talk about the same thing all day!"

Their words started to blend together as you started to panic, breathing heavily. It only made them more encouraged, it seemed.

It was only then that a bandaged hand was placed on the bully's shoulder.

"What ignorant fools you all must be!" Korekiyo glared at them as they turned around. "To torture one of your own classmates like they're the common circus freak...!"

"Who the hell are you?" One kid spat. "What's with that dumb mask?"

He looked more angry than you'd ever seen him before. It was such a contrast to his usual calm and collected demeanor. "You're the freak! All of you! Why don't you..." He trailed off when he saw how you were acting, how scared you must be now. He knew he had to calm down. He closed his eyes for a second, then looked back at the people who were making fun of you.

"You may think you're so cunning, you're so hilarious, but you're nothing. You're despicable. Every action in history results in a consequence, so if you don't want yours to be too severe..." He pulled down his mask to reveal the lipstick that adorned his devilish smirk. "I'd suggest you play nice."

Immediately, they turn around and went in the other direction. "THIS GUY'S WEIRD!"

He oulled his mask back up, then looked to you sitting on the ground, rocking back and forth. Frowning, he offered his hand to you, which you blankly stared at. He sighed.

"The cretins are gone now, Y/N. You can trust me, it's alright. They won't hurt you anymore." After you didn't respond again, he bent down to your level. "It's just me. They're gone. We can start our walk to my abode now."

You slowly took his hand and got up, and the two of you walked to his house. When you got there, he sat in a chair, and you got comfortable.

"Sorry." You frowned. "I caused a ruckus, didn't I?"

"You? Y/N, you didn't do anything wrong! Since mankind has developed, horrible people have always walked the Earth. It's a sad truth, really."

You supposed that was true. You slowly nodded, but he could still tell you felt a little guilty.

"You realize that you could've told me, yes? It wasn't you I was mad at. It was them. You're my friend and I'd gladly defend you until the day that I perish!"

"Why'd...you do the thing with your mask?"

"I don't care if they're making fun of me, I hope I'll never see them again. If it's you they're picking on, that's when it'll become a problem once again."

"..." You smiled at him. Truly, Korekiyo was a friend to be cherished. "Thank you."

"But of course. Now that we've established that, may I interest you in my discoveries for the week?"

As Kiyo went on about his discoveries about the Mayan culture, you couldn't help but think to yourself how lucky you were to have him as a friend. A huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and now, you could safely say you would be coming back tomorrow.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #imagine #korekiyo x reader #korekiyo shinguji #drv3

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Mated (2)

Read Part One

Commissioned by: @knowexoknowlife

Warning: Some violence, Smut

Word Count: 6.1k

"Are you sleeping?" You whisper to Sehun, who had barely said ten words to you since this afternoon's discovery.

"No." He whispers, still rolled onto his side not facing you.

You weren't sure what you could do for him. It's not as though you had planned on having two mates, or like you wanted it. You would never purposely hurt Sehun, but sometimes things work out in a funny way.

"I'm sorry.." you sniffle, unable to stop the tears from falling.

"It's not your fault." Sehun sighs, still not facing you. You wished he would roll over and wrap his arms around you, tell you sweetly that he wasn't mad and it wasn't your fault, and mean it.

Although he coldly said what you wished to hear, you could hear it in his voice that he wasn't convinced it wasn't your fault.

"You don't sound overly convinced." You sigh, wiping away the tears. "I just want us to be okay."

"Because I'm not convinced Y/N. Christ. What am I supposed to do? The girl I love and am meant to be with, is also meant to be with my fucking brother. None of this is okay, I'm not okay." He snaps, abruptly standing up and storming out of the room, making sure to not slam the door too hard.

You crawl out of the bed, looking out the window you can see Sehun running through the field towards the forest, disappearing into the darkness of the trees.

Now the tears really wouldn't stop. You slide down the wall, wrapping your arms around your knees as you lower your head and sob.

Knock

Your head raises at the sound of light knocking at your door. You quickly wipe your tears before standing up and walking to the door to open it. When you do, you're surprised to see a sympathetic Suho standing there, his head lowered, allowing his shaggy brown hair to fall around his face.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, his voice lowered.

"H-how.." you stutter before he cuts you off.

"Wolves have impeccable hearing." He whispers, raising his head to look at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "Look, Sehun is the youngest, he still has a hard time digesting things, especially big things like this. Give him some time." He sighs. "I wish I could say that I would do anything to help, but I know he would ask me to step aside and I'm afraid I just can't do that." He says, looking you straight in the eyes. "There's something so special about you Y/N, and I refuse to give up without a fight, even if it's my own brother."

Your breath hitches as you take in his words, your heart's pounding as Suho leans his face in closer to yours. "I'll do anything to win your heart." He finishes. He leans in closer, placing a small kiss on your lips before walking back to his room, while you suffer, wondering how you're ever going to make a choice.

You fall asleep as you wait for Sehun to come back, all the crying you've done tiring you out beyond belief.

For the next week you try to talk with Sehun, but he's either gone or ignores you.

He'll talk to you when he's ready, you guessed. But as the week passed, you began to get increasingly more angry. You purposely avoided Suho to make sure you didn't offend Sehun anymore, but you honestly just wanted to spend some time with him.

You couldn't. Not yet. Not until Sehun calmed down. When he showed no signs of stopping, you decided to stop pretending Suho didn't exist. You allow yourself to slowly begin to notice him more, and Sehun would just have to deal with it.

When you awake in the morning, you're greeted by a still empty bed, again, and a giant headache. You lay still for a few minutes contemplating what to do. Do you go downstairs and see if he's down there? Do you try to talk to him? Do you stay up here and wait for him?

You decided to put on your big girl pants and head downstairs to find Sehun and talk to him. Enough was enough. The anxiety you felt in roaming through your entire body though was making you feel weak, but you couldn't be like this any longer.

You hold onto the railing as you try to silently creep down the stairs, listening intently to the voices you hear in the living room and kitchen, trying to see if you can hear Sehun's.

You can't.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you're met with half smiles by Baekhyun and Yixing, Chanyeol only giving you a quick glance. This was embarrassing.

"Have any of you seen Sehun?" You ask in a whisper.

"I think he went on a run with Minseok." Baekhyun says, trying to give you a smile.

You wished you could just speak with Sehun and get everything sorted out. If he wanted you to reject Suho.. would you be able too? You didn't know, and you didn't want to have to think about making that decision unless it was absolutely necessary, and right now it wasn't.

"Y/N, may I speak with you?" Yixing asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Sure." You say, but before you're able to follow him the back door by the kitchen opens, revealing a sweating and shirtless Suho. Your breath hitches as your eyes slowly trail down from his face to his rock hard abs. "Shit." You whisper as you raise your eyes, locking in with his, unable to break the contact.

"So it begins." You hear someone snap. Looking away from Suho, you catch the back of Sehun as he turns up the stairs, walking away from you.

Looking back at Suho, you shoot him an apologetic smile before running after Sehun. You're not sure why you did it, you didn't truly owe Suho anything, but you felt like you did. Like everything you've given to Sehun, you should give to Suho too.

"You're back.." you say, walking into the room you and Sehun are supposed to be sharing.

"I am. Looks like you sure missed me." He snaps, putting a fresh shirt on.

"I did, actually." You say, beginning to get annoyed. "I haven't seen you all week."

"Oh yeah, it really looked like it. I apologize for interrupting your moment with Suho." He spits, turning to walk out the door.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You snap. Sehun stops in his tracks, turning his head slightly to look back at you. You stand there, your body full of rage as you cross your arms, waiting for him to answer.

"What?" He asks.

"I said, are you fucking serious? You're acting like a goddamn child." You yell.

"I.." he begins before you cut him off.

"Don't. It's my turn." You stop him. "I get you're upset, trying to wrap your head around this but you're not the only goddamn person struggling here. Did you stop to think about how I may be feeling this while you were throwing your bitch baby tantrum? How I might be handling this? Cause I'm not doing very fucking well, but I guess you wouldn't know because it's been the Sehun Show all fucking week." You yell. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be something special like the Gemini Mate, but it's happened and now we need to figure it the fuck out. Either get on board, or back the fuck off. Your choice." You finish before storming out the room. You race down the stairs, passing the men who are standing there with their mouths hanging open, and storm towards the forest.

"Fuck that guy." You growl, stomping your way through the woods. You couldn't believe that he was acting that way. It's not like you chose this to be your life. You didn't ever plan for this to happen, but like works in mysterious ways.

After a while of walking, you finally sit down on a large log, taking a few deep breaths, breathing in the fresh air. It took you a few moments of looks around to realize that you had no idea where you were, or what direction you even came from. You tried thinking back to what you remembered seeing, but honestly you had been too mad to really focus on any of your surroundings, your mind had been cluttered with angry thoughts.

"Shit." You whisper as you stand up, walking in the direction you hoped was towards the house.

"How long ago did she leave?" Suho snaps at Sehun.

"It's been a while." Sehun admits. "Like 3 hours."

"And you've been in here, not doing a fucking thing? Why didn't you go after her!?" Suho yells.

"I was pissed off! And so was she! I'm sure she just wanted some time." Sehun says.

"It's getting dark now, and you know lone wolves like to prowl this forest. What the fuck are you going to do if one of them catches her?" Suho asks. His heart breaks slightly at the thought of you being taken or injured, he can't let that happen.

Suho rushes out the back door, Sehun follows quickly behind him.

"You stay here!" Suho yells.

"I can't. I can't let anything happen to her, I shouldn't have waited so long." Sehun admits.

"Fine. Take the left side of the forest and I'll take the right." Suho says, running towards his side before his body tears apart and phases into his wolf form.

Your stomach drops as you continue to walk, seemingly deeper and deeper into the forest. You can hear the sounds of howling beneath the sounds of leaves crunching as you walk. You're terrified as you heat the sounds of twigs snapping behind you, along with a low whine.

You do your best to pick up your pace, but keep quiet at the same time, unfortunately the heavy breath behind you is coming up quickly.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You whisper as you crouch behind a large log, hoping whatever was behind you will continue on its path and forget about you.

You really hoped, but you weren't that lucky.

As you sat there with your knees to your chest and your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you could feel the hot breath of something down your neck. Tears slowly fell as you continued to try and remain quiet, needing whatever this was to leave now.

But it didn't. Instead you felt a clamp on your bun before you were being dragged from behind the log. You kicked and screamed, but nothing came of it. You opened your eyes as you lay on the forest floor and you're being hovered by a very large white wolf.

You felt uneasy, so you knew this wasn't one of the wolves you had met with Sehun. It must be a lone wolf. You had heard stories about the lone wolves. Violent, angry, generally had zero regard for human life, mated or not. They would take you, keep you for as long as they felt, did whatever they wanted before killing you and disposing of you somewhere. You didn't want that.

Despite you knowing all this information, it still didn't stop you from attempting to plead with him, in hopes that maybe, just maybe he had some shred of care left inside of him.

That wasn't the case.

"Please, please don't take me. I have two mates, which means twice the trouble for you. I'm not worth it, please." You beg. You didn't want to be taken by him. You could feel your heart breaking at the thought of leaving Suho and Sehun behind, never being able to touch Sehun again or loving him, never getting the chance to love Suho. This couldn't happen to you.

The wolf snarled at you, saliva dripping from his snout as he snapped.

"Please." You cry before he lunges for you, his teeth ripping into the flesh of your arm. You let out a loud shriek as his teeth sink further into you.

Seconds later, you hear the sound of another body colliding and the relief of no more teeth in your arm. You hear fighting, turning your head you see the grey wolf snarling before taking a chunk out of the white wolf's back. The lone wolf runs off quickly, whimpering as he goes. You feel yourself fading in and out of consciousness as your almost lifeless body is being picked up, the chest of whoever helped you hot to the touch.

"It's okay baby. I got you." Is all you hear, and Suho's face is all you see before you pass out in his arms as he runs you back to the house.

"What the hell happened!?" Yixing yells, as he swipes books and papers off the kitchen table.

"A lone wolf got her." Suho huffs, running his hands through his hair.

"You should wash up. Yixing's got this." Minseok reassures Suho.

"No. I can't leave her! I just found her, I can't.. I just.." Suho breaks. He rushes around the table, grabbing onto your other hand, holding it tightly.

"W-what.. what happened?" Sehun asks as he comes in the front door and sees you lying unconsciously on the table.

"A lone wolf got to her!" Suho yells. "All because you've been too much of a fucking bitch about this situation. We're her mates. We're supposed to protect her! And because of you, I backed off to give you space, but christ, it's been a week and I'm done. She's my fucking mate too, and I refuse to let something like this to happen again because you can't accept it." He snaps.

"I'm sorry.." Sehun whispers. He knew he fucked up when you had yelled at him. He wanted to apologize, but wanted to wait until you had returned and calmed down. And now that you were lying lifeless on the kitchen table, he knew he fucked up even worse. Every sense in his body had told him to go after you but he convinced himself he needed to give you time. He should have listened.

"You're sorry?" Suho snaps, letting go of your hand to rush at Sehun, grabbing the collar of his shirt before slamming him against the wall. "Sorry isn't good enough. Stay away from her for a while. Figure out what you want, because I already know. I want her. I'll take all of her if you don't, so figure it out." Suho snaps,letting go of Sehun before walking back to you and grabbing onto your hand once again while Yixing stitches up your other arm.

Hours later, you startle awake, your arm in an immense amount of pain. "Oh my god." You cried, the wound burning.

"Y/N?" You hear from the floor. "Are you okay?" Suho asks as he gets up from the floor, kneeling over the bed.

"It hurts so bad." You cry, your hot tears running down your face. Your arm almost shakes it hurts so badly.

"Here. Yixing said these will help." Suho says, placing some medication in your mouth before giving you some water to drink.

"Thank you." You whisper, already feeling the effects of the medicine. "It works so fast.." you mumble, beginning to doze again.

"It should, it's infused with a special witch herb." He smiles. "Do you need anything else?" Suho asks.

"Cuddle me please." You shiver, your teeth chattering.

Suho happily climbs into his bed and under the covers before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer to him. This is what he craved, what he needed. And now he finally had it.

The next few days as you recovered, Sehun tried to come see you, but was turned away by Suho or by your voice telling him to go. You weren't ready to face him. You were enjoying your time with Suho and you really didn't want to argue with Sehun.

As the week came to an end, you decided to sit down with Suho and Sehun. As much as you wanted to continue in your bubble with Suho, you needed to set boundaries with them both and go over some guidelines.

"I've called you both here today because it's time we had a chat." You begin. "Would either of you like to say anything?" You ask.

"Me." Sehun says. You nod your head as a signal for him to go ahead.

"I'm so sorry for the way I acted last week. It was immature and selfish, and it almost got you killed. I really hope you can forgive me." Sehun whispers, his eyes trained on the wooden floor.

"Of course I do." You smile as he looks up at you. "But no more, please."

"No more." He agrees.

"Now.." you begin to set the rules between the three of you. "I'll spend 3 nights with each of you, it can be 3 nights in a row or switched off and on every night. Last night will be my decision. Either I will pick one of you to spend it with or I'll spend it by myself." You state. "Let's try to limit the jealousy, if we can. This won't be easy for any of us, but we really need to try." You smile.

An hour later, you had finished with the two of them, setting up your rules and boundaries. You had really hoped that it would help ease the tension between the two men because you didn't know if you could take much more of their fighting.

The first three nights you spent with Sehun, allowing him to properly make up with you for his mistakes.

The next night was your night with Suho, and you had been so desperately waiting for this night. You wanted to have a special night with him, since you had already had a few with Sehun and none with Suho. While he was gone, you slipped one of his t-shirts over your head and crawled into his bed, impatiently waiting for him to get home.

You waited. And waited. And waited. The next thing you knew you woke up as the sun was beginning to rise and you felt Suho's strong arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his large, hard cock poking into your ass, it made your pussy wet. You smirk as you wiggle your hips, grinding your ass against his cock. Suho moans in his sleep as he stretches, pushing his cock out further into your backside. You reach your hand behind you, grabbing onto his cock, gently pumping as you wait for him to wake up.

"Fuck baby." He groans, moving his hand under your shirt and up your body to cup your breast. After he pinches your nipple, he brings his hand back down and in between your legs.

“Mhm, no panties?” He groans, sitting up before placing his body over yours, hovering over you. "Naughty girl." He smiles as he moves down your body and in between your legs.

Suho spreads your legs and then your lips with his fingers before leaning his head forward, licking a long strip up your already wet pussy. You arch your back with a gasp as your hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets.

“You taste amazing” Suho murmurs before diving back in, sucking on your clit. Without taking his mouth away from your pussy, he drapes your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face further in between your legs.

“Fuck” you gasp as he moves from sucking on your clit to flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He continues to work on your clit while slowly inserting his fingers inside you, pumping in and out, making sure to build your orgasm up. Your hands pull at the bed sheets tighter, almost pulling them off the bed with each lick and suck until you’re almost at your peak.

“I’m going to cum” you cry out, your body twisting as your orgasm comes.

Suho abruptly stops, removing his head from between your legs.

“First time you cum will be all over my cock” he growls, standing up to pull down his bottoms. You can hear the low whine and neediness come from inside as he yearns to be inside you.

He pulls down his pyjama bottoms, throwing them off the bed and allowing his fully erect cock spring free. You gasp at the length and thickness of it, your mouth beginning to drool.

Suho kneels down before pulling you up to face him and then force you down on your front, but making sure your ass is up in the air. He licks his fingers before inserting them inside of you, pumping to make sure you were wet enough for his cock.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He groans. "I love each and every curve on your body, fuck."

Once he was satisfied, he took his fingers out, making you wait for a few seconds, torturing you.

Without warning he thrusts himself into you fully, giving you no chance of adjusting to his size as he stretches you out completely.

“Oh my god” you scream as he pulls out before harshly thrusting himself back inside of you.

Soho’s hands grip you tightly, digging his hot fingertips into your hips as he fucks you, hard.

“Shit baby girl” he groans, continuing with his thrusts. “You’re so tight."

“Your fucking pussy is amazing." He groans, thrusting faster.

“Fuck me harder” you cry, wanting him to destroy you.

“Yes baby. Now play with your clit” he demands.

You reach your hands in between your legs, rubbing the throbbing bud that so badly needed a release.

Your orgasm doesn’t take long to build up again, but it remains right on the brink of throwing you over the edge.

“Do you need to cum, my baby?” He groans into your ear.

“Yes, please” you cry.

“Okay baby, cum” he demands.

As soon as the words left his mouth, your orgasm rushes through your body, causing you to feel like you were going to collapse. Suho grips onto a clump of your hair, tightly as he rams his cock into you, eagerly chasing his own high.

Within seconds his orgasm explodes through him, shuddering as he releases his hot cum inside of you, spreading it throughout. He let's go of your hair, and pulls himself out of you to help you lay down. Your body is weak, you're tired, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Suho places a blanket over top of you as you drift back off to sleep, feeling happy as ever to have his mate.

A few hours later you wake up again, feeling sore but a little more rested and happy. For the first time in a long time you had felt like everything was going to be okay. You struggled as you got out of bed, heading to the door to go downstairs with just Suho's shirt on.

Before you open the door, you see a note on the dresser addressed to you.

My love,

I had to go on a run with the boys, Sehun stayed behind and is waiting for you. I'll see you soon, I love you

- S

You couldn't stop the giant smile from spreading across your face as you read the note over a few more times. He loved you. And you loved him. Sehun loved you, and you loved him. It was nice being loved.

You happily skip down the stairs, excited to spend some time with Sehun.

"There's my baby.." Sehun says, trailing off as he sniffs the air.

"What?" You ask with a small chuckle.

"You smell like his cum." He deadpans, his face no longer happy to see you. Now it's stone cold and angry.

"I'm sorry.. I fell asleep right after." You whisper. You knew you shouldn't feel bad and he wasn't trying to make you feel bad, but you couldn't help it.

"I don't like it." He pouts. "We need to do something about that." He smirks, his tune changing within seconds. Sehun's cock twitches in his jeans as he thinks about fucking you in the living room, filling you up with his cum, having you smell like him rather than another man.

"Oh?" You say before he rushes towards you, pressing his lips to yours harshly.

"Turn around baby." Sehun says, unbuckling his belt buckle and slides his pants, along with his boxers down.

You do as you're told, pressing your front against the wall and spreading your legs.

“It'll be quick baby, don't want to get caught." he whispers in your ear, pumping himself a few times before lining himself up with you.

You cry out and moan as Sehun stretches you out, your pussy still sore from earlier this morning. Your hands press against the wall so harshly your fingers are sore from the pressure.

Sehun fully thrusts himself into you, grunting as he stretches you out.

“Fuck your pussy is so tight” he groans, pulling out of you partially before slamming himself back into you. "You feel so good around my cock."

“Oh my god." You cry out, your face presses against the wall as Sehun grips your waist to keep himself balanced while fucking you.

He throws his head back as he thrusts himself into you, again and again. You can feel your wetness seeping out of you, mixing with Suho's cum and Sehun's pre-cum, coating his cock. Sehun continues to grunt as he rams his cock inside of you, hitting your G spot every time.

“Please don’t stop." you beg.

"Rub your clit." Sehun demands. You reach down in between your thighs and rub yourself, seeking yet another orgasm.

“Oh fuck" you cry out, sticking your ass out a little more.

“I think I’m going to cum" you moan. “Shit" you cry out, your body begins to tremble as your orgasm washes through your body. Your eyes roll back as extremely loud moans leave your mouth.

“Fuck baby" Sehun moans, ramming himself into you, chasing his own high.

You begin to move yourself back, meeting his thrusts as you slightly bounce your ass. “Shit I’m going to cum" he cries out. He reaches around, wrapping his large hand around your neck as he cums inside of you.

"They're back." He grunts, pulling himself from inside you before pulling up his pants and adjusting himself. Your legs are wobbly as you try to stand, the mixture of 2 different mens cum leaking down your leg.

Sehun walks to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee, while you stand there unable to fully walk yet.

"Hey baby.." Suho begins happily until he sees your state. "Are you kidding me?" He snaps at Sehun.

"What?" He asks.

"Look at her? What the fuck did you do?" Suho asks.

"I didn't like her smelling like you." Sehun shrugs.

"When the fuck are you going to grow up and just accept the fact that she loves me too? You can't do this to her, it can be too much. Christ." Suho yells, walking back to you. He picks you up, bringing you to the shower.

Suho strips his shirt off you, helping you in the shower as your body still shakes. You weren't mad at Sehun, you could have said no but you didn't. You wanted him, but he wanted you for the wrong reasons.

You weren't sure if you'd be able to do this whole two mate thing, not with how they had been acting. You couldn't imagine living your life this way, for the rest of your life. You wanted to enjoy your time, not feel like it constantly had to be a competition between the two of them. It was exhausting.

After you were done in the shower with Suho, he dressed you in one of his shirts and tucked you into his bed. He quietly left you alone, but not before you made sure he wouldn't be too mad at his younger brother. You fell asleep relatively quickly.

You awoke a few hours later, and stayed in bed, thinking and contemplating about things, when you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." You whispered. You were surprised to see Yixing standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face. "Hi Yixing." You say, confused.

"Hi Y/N. Look, I'm sorry to come here like this but I can see you're having a hard time and I've been doing some research and well.. I've found something you might be interested in seeing." He says, placing a book on your lap. "The Zutar Coven, they have a spell for Gemini Mates." He whispers, making sure no one else was at the door.

"What does it do?" You ask.

"As far as I know, it destroys the connection between mates, burns it. So you're able to only have one or none if you want" he says.

Destroy the connection? "Don't wolves die if their mate connections are destroyed?" You ask.

"Sometimes, but not all the time. I just thought you'd like to know." He says.

"Thanks Yixing, I appreciate it." You smile. You had quite a bit to think about.

Over the next few days, Yixing's words flooded your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about the opportunity that had fallen in your lap. Although you had no idea who you would choose if it came down to it, it didn't hurt to speak with the witches and gather some Intel in case you had decided you wanted to break a connection.

However, earlier in the day before the two of you were supposed to leave, you told Yixing you didn't want to go anymore. You had realized as much as you appreciated Yixing's efforts in trying to help, you wouldn't be able to choose. Yes they both may need to work on some things, but you did as well. You don't give up in a relationship when things get tough. You have to fight to make it work the way you all want it too and that's what the three of you needed to do. You all had things to change, but you wanted them both, forever.

Yixing didn't like that. He insisted that talking to the witches would be good for you, and that you had to do it. He scared you enough in that moment you had agreed.

You had only told one person where he was really taking you and that person was Baekhyun. Everyone else was under the impression Yixing was taking you out to get to know you better, including Suho and Sehun.

As Baekhyun sat at the table with Suho and Sehun, the guilt about where you truly went began eating away at him. Hearing them talk about how much they loved you and wanted you, made him feel like a terrible brother.

"I need to tell you something." Baekhyun huffed, slamming his hands down on the table.

"What?" They both asked in unison.

"Yixing didn't take her to bond. He took her to meet with the Zutar Coven to see about a connection breaking spell. She didn't want to go, he scared her but she thought it would be better to leave you two out of it." He yells, feeling relieved.

Sehun and Suho bolt from the table, busting through the door and phasing to their wolf forms, both knowing very well exactly where the coven resided.

"Yixing, I've changed my mind. I don't want to inquire about it. I want to stay with them both." You say, trying to get your arm out of Yixing's tight grip.

"Not your choice anymore." He spits. "He took away my brothers. I take away his mate." He mutters.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, still trying to get free.

"Just shut up." Yixing spits.

In your head, you beg and plead, hoping that somehow Suho or Sehun will hear you and save you.

A few hours later, you're panicking while bound to a tree and Yixing is bargaining with the witches. They don't want to do the spell without your consent, but Yixing has no issues doing whatever he needs to do to get them to do what he wants.

"I'll just fucking kill her then. How about that?" He snarls, stalking towards you, sharp teeth showing.

"Fine!" One younger one yells. "We'll do it." She says. "Which one needs the connection burned?"

"Suho." Yixing snaps.

"Why would you burn my connection, Yixing?" Suho asks, walking into the clearing with Sehun beside him. Instantly, you feel relieved.

"You know why!" Yixing yells. "You took my sweet Lexie away from me! And now I finally have a chance to burn your connection. Why wouldn't I?" He yells.

"I didn't take her away, Kris did. She was a wolf hunter Yixing, she was going to kill us all." Suho yells.

"No she wouldn't have. She loved me. And now I hope you'll rot watching the love of your life be happy with another man for as long as you live." Yixing growls. "Do it." He snaps at the witches.

No one moves.

"I said now!" Yixing yells.

"It won't happen, Yixing. Enough. I warned you about doing this shit. I told you I can't have someone in my pack who betrays his brothers. I won't do it, no matter who it is." Suho snarls.

"Ha, so what? You're kicking me out?" Yixing laughs.

"I am." Suho deadpans. "You can either leave now and take on being a Lone Wolf far from here, or Ill kill you, and I will kill you, Yixing, you don't fuck with what's mine. Your choice."

"I'll be seeing you." Yixing says, giving you a wink before disappearing into the forest. You knew in your gut this wouldn't be the last time you would run in with Yixing, but for now you were happy to be free.

On your way home with the two men you loved so much, you had reassured Sehun that you weren't going to leave him, despite his jealousy issues and you still loved him. You had spent a bit more time with him since it was your night with Suho again tonight but Sehun had always been that little bit of extra needy when it came to you.

That night as you lay in bed with Suho, your head on his chest, he sighs as he contemplates asking you a question. He's unsure if he wants to ask, knowing he might not like the answer you give him.

"Baby.." he begins.

"Mhm?" You respond, your eyes closed.

"If you had picked someone to burn the connection with.. who would it have been?" He asks.

You lay there for a second, quietly which makes Suho feel as though you're finding a polite way to say it was him.

"Honestly?" You ask.

"Yes." He says.

"I don't think I would have been able to choose. You both have things I would change and things that I wouldn't. But i don't think I could live without either of you." You smile.

Suho isn't sure about your answer, ever since he was little he's been fighting for attention and trying to be the best he could be without it ever going anywhere. He always seemed never good enough, never measuring up to his brother who would have made a better alpha, according to his father. He knew you deserved better than him, and Sehun would probably be the one who you would have chosen, but he's selfish. He needed you like he needed to breathe, so he would push himself to be the man you deserve even if it killed him, because you were worth it.

The next morning you watched Suho as he watched you running around the yard with Sehun. You can see on his face he's not alright, regardless if he tells you he's fine, you know better. You can see the look of regret, or maybe sadness in his wistful smile. Something that in the future, would reside permanently.

Later on, you sat at the kitchen table with Sehun and Suho, laughing at a lame joke Sehun had told. As you looked at your two mates, you couldn't hold back your smile. Regardless of the rough times the three of you had, you knew there would be good ones right around the corner and with that you knew you all could get through anything. You finally felt complete now that you were mated, if only that feeling would have lasted forever.

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i'm not trans but i want to write trans magnus, what are ig the dos and don'ts? (only if you dont mind <3)

i don't mind! happy to reply to those. altho i'll be real, there's a lot of stuff, so it's a bit hard, which is why i'd say that my first tip is to have a sensitivity reader (even better if it's multiple). i even offer to do that, more trans magnus content is what i want! so i'd tell you to consider that

i'm going to make a list, but i ask you that first of all, you try to understand the reasons why i'm saying what i'm saying (i'm trying to outline them as clearly as possible) instead of just taking it as a checklist of what you're supposed to write or not. the most important thing is that you understand why certain things are/can be harmful, and approach them accordingly. there is rarely ever going to be a rule like "EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU DO THIS THAT'S TRANSPHOBIC". it depends a lot on the story and how you do it

(sidenote: of course there are things that ARE always transphobic, like using men in dresses as the butt of a joke. but that's not the case for most things, and I hope this kind of very obviously transphobic trope is already understood to not be a good thing doiajdsoija)

other than that, i think the first things that come to mind are the following (i'll try to have more do's than don't's cuz i feel like giving you a path to follow is more helpful than paths NOT to):

DO research about transphobic tropes in media and make sure you understand why they are harmful. that's a great way to avoid the most glaringly obvious Bad Takes™

DO try to understand your character's identity as much as you can. are they a trans man/woman? are they nonbinary? if they are nonbinary, what do they identify with? you don't have to have a fully fleshed out identity, but at least know whether they lean more towards neutral, fluid, multiple gendered, outside of the gender binary, etc. if you want a culturally specific gender, KNOW WHICH ONE. have details. and do your research on that. i don't recommend doing that if you don't know exactly what you're talking about

DO try to incorporate the character being trans into your understanding of their backstory. did they have help from their community? what was that like? how did that influence other parts of their story? when did they realize and when did they come out? being trans is going to have an impact on a person's story, so the more you know about that, the more you can build a character that feels real, not a cis person with "trans" slapped on their forehead

however, DON'T have their entire backstory and life be about them being trans. that's not how it works with anyone. you want to understand how being trans intersects with their life, not reduce everything about them to being trans. your goal here should be to incorporate the aspects that are related to that person being trans and the ones that are not into one thing that feels cohesive, because that how it works

DO wait until it's pertinent to mention the fact that your character is trans. it's kind of *sigh* when the fic starts like "Magnus Bane (who is trans) was buying groceries". that feels like what i just mentioned in the last don't: everything revolves around him being trans. you don't want that. if it only comes up halfway through the fic, then it only comes up halfway through the fic. i actually think that's kinda rad because it really normalizes a character being trans, but it all depends on what the rest of the story is like

DO approach their transness like any other element in the story. if it's a light-hearted story, you don't have to approach their transness from an angsty perspective. that doesn't even necessarily mean u can't approach transphobia as a topic, but it's just weird when the whole fic is happy and upbeat and then suddenly there's an on-screen transphobic microaggression and the person is very sad, and then back to upbeat. if you really want to broach this topic on your light-hearted fic, you can do it in ways such as "*flops down on the couch* god, i'm exhausted. some asshat tried to pick up a fight with me today" you know? again, i'm not saying "don't talk about X or Y subject", you just don't want the tone to be completely different from the rest of your story. it feels not only like his transness is out of place (which alienates the reader) but also like just... bad writing, i guess you don't have to take that as an absolute rule, just... as with anything else you're writing, make sure that it fits the story you're telling. if it's gonna have a different tone when u mention something, know why and how you want to do it

DON'T feel obligated to approach every aspect of their identity/backstory/everything they face as a trans person. it's good that you, the author, know it, so you can even know what is or isn't important to mention. but you don't have to give the reader a whole exposé on his transness. approach what's relevant

DO include them making jokes, puns about being trans, having other trans friends, etc. it just feels more real and we do all that all the time. it's just unrealistic for a trans person to hear the word "transparent" and not crack a joke (with people they feel safe with, of course)

when you do mention them being trans, please DON'T treat it like a big deal. when the whole narrative stops so you can mention that a character is trans, it just feels like their transness is a spectacle for a cis reader. similarly, if the reader can tell that their reaction is supposed to be like "*gasp!*" it just feels like trans people aren't supposed to be seen as normal. i'm talking specifically about how the narrative treats it here, not necessarily what happens in the story. you could have a scene where the character comes out, for example, and then of course this is going to be a big deal for them. but there's that, and then there is "magnus bane put on his binder. that's right, hE IS TRANS!". a trope i wouldn't call harmful but that i particularly hate and turns me immediatelly off any story, particularly, is the thing where the character is like "I put on my binder, getting ready for school. I am trans, and anyone who has a problem with it can fight me". no one thinks about how they are trans every time they do anything that's related to their transition. that'd be exhausting. you don't brush your teeth and are like "that's right. MY TEETH NEED CLEANING! i want to avoid caries, because i am human and that might happen"

DO try to think of every element of how they express their transness in relation to that character. you don't have to outline the reasons in the story (that'd be exhausting) but don't just go "well, magnus is trans, therefore he wears a binder and a packer, wants surgery, and [list of Transmasculine Traits™]". WOULD magnus want a binder? WOULD he want a packer? remember that those things are all choices, not a checklist that determine whether or not you're trans. each trans person is an individual, and thus each trans person's relationship with their transness and how they express it is different. so treat your character as such

DON'T make him being trans something that is only used for sad things!!!!!! again, i'm not saying "you can't approach transphobia", but if him being trans only comes up when it's to bring Bad Things His Way, it just feels like being trans = bad for you. know what i mean? try to mention it in neutral or positive ways more than you do in negative ways. a few things that i think are positive: you get to choose your own name, you get to rethink every bit of how you want to express yourself instead of just following a script, you get a lot of friends who Get It, you have the jokes about all the guys named Skylar, the flag is cute, transitioning feels so good! every new thing is a discovery. coming out as trans and transitioning is very liberating, it feels like you are so much more real. sex feels a lot less like a scripted ordeal when you have a completely different relationship with your body, i feel like trans ppl naturally communicate a lot more about sex and explore a lot more of different ways to touch their bodies even when they don't necessarily have genital dysphoria. the puns and jokes are also a nice bonus. the slang is so fucking funny. you learn a lot about your body and hormones and the such just from having friends who hormonize and looked up every detail. as for neutral things, just being like "magnus put on his binder" is a neutral thing. it's just a part of his life! when you only remember that a character is trans because they are going through violence, it just makes people scared of being trans

and i guess those are the most important pointers? just, don't make trans identity a whump thing and remember that not every trans person is the same, build that character just like you do any other. if anyone wants to add more stuff, feel free to! i have a tendency to forget to mention or explain certain things (like "don't make trans ppl the butt of a joke") because to me they are obvious and i forget that they aren't obvious outside of trans circles. i have very few cis friends (that's something that makes a difference too) so ya know. diajsda

another tip i think can be helpful is, if you're uncertain whether or not something sounds natural, try to imagine that instead of talking about a trans character, you're talking about a person who wants to be a mechanic. when you're building a character who wants to be a mechanic, that can be part of a super angsty backstory about how they lost their parents in a car crash due to a car malfuction... or not. it can have relevance to a certain point of the story, or not. it can fit naturally into this part, or it can feel like you just really want the reader to know that the person wants to be a mechanic. it can be integral to the plot, or it can be just another thing about that character. you know? that sounds kinda lame, but i think it's a good way to try to think about what you're writing without all the pre-conceptions and pressure not to Fuck Up Your Representation. idk, something to try out and consider whether or not works for you

if you have any questions, let me know! and ask other trans ppl about their perspectives too, i'm just one person. if you want a sensitivity reader, i'd really be super happy to help :) just DM me, or whatever you feel more comfortable with

#ask #anonymous #societal issues #idk how to tag this lol #sh #trans magnus bane #long post

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bella-studio · 4 years

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Don't wanna lose

/Listen, this is my first ROTTMNT fan fiction. And I warn you that in the original I wrote it in Russian(because I am from Russia), so there may be a poor translation. Please don't scold me xd. And... My text typography is very different from how many others do it. So... I hope this is not a problem, and you will understand/

“Donnie had a nightmare, but to whom would he go for help, if not his brothers?”

The body hurts unbearably. As if all the bones were crushed into small pieces, as if they were well ground in a blender. I barely rise to my elbows and look around. Blood. A lot of blood. My brothers! They are also in the blood. Do not move. No signs of breathing. They have terrible wounds, and Mikey... Oh no, my poor little brother, he got the most. Looking at his broken shell is worse than the pain that I feel from broken bones now. I try to get up, but I can’t. My tech-bo is broken in half, and the shell sparkles from damaged parts. I hear menacing breath behind me. I turn my head. Shredder. He stands in front of me and looks into my eyes with a predatory gaze. At any second, he could attack me, but he was waiting for something. I hear someone is running. April! She is alive! She runs straight at the enemy with a bat in her hands. What are you doing again?! Run from here! Shredder grabs O`Neil with his claws and throws her to the side under a huge box hanging on the chain of the lift. The next second, the armor quickly chopped off the chains. The load fell on April. I heard a loud crunch of bones, and blood poured out from under the load. The shock froze on my face. And in a split second, Shredder, waving his claws, was in front of me.

— NO! — softshell woke up.

And the next thing he felt was already real pain from hitting the bed cover. Perhaps a broken solarium is not the best option for a place to sleep. Von Ryan rubbed his forehead. He began to breathe air through his teeth, squinting his eyes. Such a dream. But this is not surprising. After a three-day battle with Shredder, the destruction of Donnie’s entire tech and almost premature death, the turtle could not sleep well. All these thoughts of death from the claws of an obsessed armor scared him.

Donatello slowly walked down the stairs from the bed. 03:15 AM. Third time in a week. He rubbed his eyes, leaning against the table. Terribly wanted to sleep, but did not want to return to the nightmare. He needs someone who will help to distract from this. But who? Brothers are not an option. Father too... April. Yes, she also suffered, but she can calmly listen and help. The best friend after all.

Donnie took out his hoodie, left the room, looked around. No one, everyone is sleeping. He slowly but surely headed toward the exit to the surface. He climbed the rusty stairs and opened the hatch. It's raining. To match the mood. Softshell closed the hatch and climbed to the roof of the house. Jogging can also distract. He went straight to his friend, jumping from roof to roof and slapping his feet in the puddles. About ten minutes later he was at her window. It is closed: both the lock and the curtains. Donnie sighed sadly, with his hands in his pocket. Unexpectedly there was a screwdriver. How on time. The turtle held the tool to the lock and stopped. But will it not be a hack? ...Nah, Donnie has the right to do it. He continued to poke around the lock until it clicked, announcing the discovery. Von Ryan slowly opened the window and opened the curtains. But here's what surprised: April sat on her bed in headphones, reading a magazine, under a nightlight:

— Do you know that reading under a dim light is not safe for the eyes? — he said loudly enough for the girl to hear him.

She jerked and looked in his direction, pulling out her headphone. They looked at each other for about ten seconds, until O'Neil spoke:

— Said the one who spent days on end sitting at the phone or laptop. — she answered with a grin.

The girl closed the magazine, put it and the headphones on the pedestal and got out of bed, going to the window from which the softshell peeked out. She shoved him forcefully into the room and closed the window:

— What are you doing here?

— Me? I just wanted to visit you, to check how you are... — he was silent for a while, looking away. — How are you?

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking skeptically at a friend. Donnie sighed, admitting defeat:

— Yeah-yeah, I know, I'm lying bad. Just a mental problem, Apes.

— Do you want me to listen? — in response came a sad nod. — Sit down and wait. Be right back.

April left the room. Donnie, as his friend ordered, sat on the bed and waited, looking at her modest room. Solid walls hung with posters, garlands and photos. Photos with her, his brothers, with Splinter, her mom and Mayhem. Even joint photos with him and April, of which there were about five. Donatello smiled involuntarily. For the sake of such moments as to be with the one you love and cherish every moment, you want to live. April came soon with two cups of tea that both of them like. She crouched next to Don, giving him a cup, he gladly took it:

— Well... What happened? — she asked after a moment of silence.

— I had a nightmare. It has been repeated day after day since we got rid of Shredder.

— And what was there?

Donnie looked at April. And she understood from his gaze. She began to look at the floor, considering everything. It’s strange that it’s Donnie, not even Mikey, who dreams of it:

— It was terrible. — began von Ryan. — I am alone, brothers are dead, there is no tech, I can’t move. Shredder is in front of me, but I see that you are running towards him. But he throws you back and...

— And? — stuttered, the girl asked.

— He killed you. Crushed by a huge cargo box. — Donnie started looking at a point on the wall. — There was a lot of blood, I heard a bone crunch. Shredder wanted to attack me, but I woke up.

April looked frightened at her friend. Everyone shared their dreams with her, even Leo. Even Splinter! But not a single dream was so strange and cruel. And then the first dream that her best friend shared turned out to be just that. She wanted to support him, but Donnie continued:

— You know, I wanted to make a copy of Sunita's brooch. I wanted to become a human, wanted to study at school, go to college... But it turns out that we must fight all the villains, defending New York, and only God knows when this will end! — Donatello sobbed, bitter tears flowed from his eyes, dripping into sweet tea. — I do not want all this... I don’t want eternal battles, I don’t want victims, I don’t want... To die.

— Drop these thoughts, please! — O'Neil exclaimed, wiping the tears from the turtle’s eyes and holding a hand on his cheek. — You know that won't happen. You know that everything will be alright! Yes, we will fight for the preservation of the city, we will fight with the villains, but we will not die.

— YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS! — Don cried out, almost crushing the mug in his hands. He put it quickly on the pedestal and got out of bed. — All I hear is words! "Everything will be fine! We can do it! We will win!" But no one knows the real cruelty of life! However, I lost everything I created over the years in a couple of seconds! Shredder nearly killed me! He nearly crippled Raph and Mikey! He almost crippled YOU! I am glad that we generally survived those three days, but the uncertainty about what will happen scares me! I’m afraid that I can literally lose everything: our adventures, our games, watching TV, pizza, Leo’s jokes, Raph’s hugs, Mikey’s paintings, Splinter’s stories, and, most importantly, my only best friend! SO HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!? — he abruptly fell silent.

The room became very quiet, only sobs of the softshell and the sound of raindrops on the windowsill were audible. Donnie stood with his hands on his head, it seemed as if it would burst from his own scream. The throat now hurts, tears rolled down in a hail. This silence would have lasted longer if Von Ryan had not heard something. Is April... Crying? But she never... No... No, no, no! Donnie did not want to bring her to tears, he did not want to! The turtle knelt in front of her and put his hands on hers, holding a mug of tea that had already cooled down:

— Forgive me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You are not to blame for our problems. You shouldn't have been involved.

— What!? — the girl was alarmed. Mayhem, which sat with her and reassured her, flinched. — You want to say that after all that we have experienced I am not a participant in all these troubles?! But I was the first to enter the Secret City. I helped you deal with the Purple Dragons, you guys saved me from Albearto, from Hypnopotamus, you defended my “Normal” day from Foot Clan, you helped to get Mayhem from the mirror, and I helped you with the missions. And remember, if I didn’t get on the train, we would not have guessed where Foot Clan had taken the armor! And you still think that I should not participate in this? So you don’t appreciate me as an important member of the team? As a family member?!

— It's not like that at all, April! — Donnie grabbed the girl by the shoulders. — I appreciate you! As a member of a team or family! And you can’t imagine how much I cherish you! I cherish the moment when we met! And I love you with all my heart, like a sister, but I'm afraid to lose you... — Donnie whispered.

It was a shame. He just wanted help, support, and in the end he upset his friend. What kind of friend is he who raises his voice? April's hand touched turtle's cheek, and he looked at the her. She smiled faintly. She is no longer angry, but a precipitate of sadness remains in her eyes:

— You're a fool. — O'Neil grinned. — Well, come here. — she put the mug down on the pedestal next to his and opened her arms for a hug.

Donnie looked at April in surprise. They had not hugged together for so long, as if never. Von Ryan wiped away his tears and reached for his friend, clutching in "warm shackles." They sat like this for about five minutes. April began to giggle.

— What are you doing? — Donnie asked perplexedly, not breaking his arms.

— It's nothing. Just... To talk out, we had to yell at each other. I hope this does not happen again?

— We’ll try to prevent this... Listen, um... Can I stay with you this night?

— Of course, dude. Of course. Just sleep on the couch. — she laughed. — Just kidding, of course. You sleep with me, so that in case of what I reassured you.

— Pf! As you say, April.

I wanted to write that Donnie is more outspoken with April

Just adore these two

/if there are errors in the translation, then tell me about them. I am doing my best/

#rottmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Donnie #donatello #rottmnt donnie #april #april o'neil #rottmnt april #someday i will write about apritello #rottmnt fic

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bookishnerdhero · 5 years

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ROTBTD - OUAT AU Episode 2 (Part 5)

If you came here not having read the first Episode then you might want to check that one out first. Here’s the LINK to the very first post for this Fic. Otherwise this part is pretty confusing.

ROTBTD - The Big Four – OUAT AU

Present

It was near the end of the lunch period when Principal Pitchiner asked to have a chat with Jack in his office. For a moment he’d grudgingly thought he was in trouble. Something to do with hanging out with Jamie despite his earlier threats, maybe. But what kind of bad influence could Jack have given him in a library? So it was a surprise to Jack when the first thing to come out of Pitchiner’s mouth was—

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Pitchiner’s expression seemed sincere and his hand was gesturing for Jack to take a seat. He even slid across a small bowl with mints in it to him.

Jack sat reluctantly.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did before, Mr. St. North. I hope you could forgive me.” The man massaged his temples as if he’d actually been plagued by some guilt. The way he spoke, as if he had a silver-tongue, it seemed hard not to see his words as reason. “It comes from a place of protectiveness for my son, you see. I misjudged you.”

“Hey, er, no harm done?”

He tried to offer the bowl of candy again and Jack took one just to be polite.

“You see, I’m afraid Jamie has this tendency to lie to people about his father as a form of rebellious phase.” As he spoke Pitchiner took a piece of candy as well and unwrapped it, fumbling with the wrapper as if bothered.

“The man abandoned Jamie at an orphanage when he was 6 years old and never came back. I’ve been taking him to see Doctor Way and he thinks he uses lying as a coping mechanism.”

Jack didn’t really know what to say, he suspected it was a mess based on what Jamie’s been telling him but he didn’t expect it to be this, well, sad. He didn’t expect he’d end up knowing more than he should either.

“The way you look right now I take it you had no idea?”

“No. No, sir.”

“Funny, I thought the whole town knew. You know, the rumors here spread like wildfire. Especially since I’m the Principal. I’m always just doing everything I can to protect him.”

“I get it.” Jack nodded, hoping Pitchiner could detect his sincerity. “But I really had no idea.”

“I suspect he remembers only the good things. I was worried that being with you, and how you seem to indulge his childish fantasies might encourage him further,” the Principal replied, but his face no longer held the same judgmental look he had before. He even gave him the benefit of a small smile. “He seems affected because he claims you look like his father, did he mention something to you about that?”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up and he moved back in his seat. He didn’t know whether to be insulted or embarrassed by this.

“Well, it’s kind of how we met in the first place. But I didn’t actually think I did look like the guy. I thought we just had the same name, maybe, but he just kept saying I looked like Jack Frost. Or did he mean both? Come to think of it, it’s very confusing.”

“Jack Frost?”

“From…from the book? He has it with him all the time. That book of weird alternate fairytales.”

“Ah. I see,” Pitchiner said, but it wasn’t apparent whether he did know of it. It looked like he didn’t know much about it. “Again, I must apologize. Abandonment was hard on him.”

“You don’t mean to say his old man actually does look like those pictures of Jack Frost?

“I wouldn’t know. I never met him.”

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Pitchiner took out a small pad of paper to write a quick excuse note.

“Hang on, he also said something about him ‘just finding out about him’ and that he’s supposed to be in town,” Jack added, “How could he know that?”

Pitchiner looks serious.

“He…must’ve heard a rumor. I’m going to have to look into it. My agreements with the orphanage is to never have them meet.”

He handed Jack the note.

“But, ah, thank you for letting me know.”

Jack lingered by the door. “I'm…really sorry, Mr. Pitchiner. For Jamie. He seems like a really good kid.”

“No. I should be the one saying sorry here. I shouldn’t have been so rude the other day. You couldn’t have known. I just…I thought everyone in this small town knew.”

“I’d be the last to know.”

“Yes. Well. If he ever comes to you about it again—“

“I won’t encourage it.”

And…I hope I never see the guy, Jack thought. He knew what it was like to feel like to feel like a part of your past is lost.

“Get back to class.”

***

Hugo and Jack met in the hallway that afternoon.

“Surprised to find you’re still here,” Hugo greeted from his locker.

“Aster gave me detention.” Jack did a salute in the direction of the retreating figure of his History teacher. Few other kids exited detention with him.

“Here’s Jamie’s book, by the way. I don’t know where he lives.”

“Me neither, he just keeps popping up like the Easter Bunny wherever I look.”

“Easter Bunny?”

“Long story.”

“You’re referencing the book, I see.” Hugo fell into step with him and they made their way down the hall. “Speaking of long stories, I kind of get what he meant about the Jack Frost bit. He does kind of look like you.”

“You actually read the whole thing?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, it can be done.” Hugo grabbed the book from beneath Jack’s arm and skimmed quickly through the pages, slapping his hand on a particular illustration once he found it.

“White hair. Now I’m beginning to think dying my hair that color won’t be such a bad idea. Go Gerard Way in Black Parade?”

“The personality’s totally you too. All Mr. Fun times and no work and schedules.”

“You know your sarcasm really packs a punch.”

The illustration Hugo paused at happened to be a fairytale wedding scene and his gaze drifted from Jack Frost to the bride.

“Hey, who’s this?”

“It’s the Snow Queen. She marries Jack Frost. In this version of the fairytale, I mean. Coincidentally, they have a child named Jamie.”

“Hm.”

They were standing at the top of the staircase. Hugo looked sorry for the discovery.

“Maybe he is just looking for his real folks.”

Jack shrugged then nodded, patting Hugo at the back before heading down the stairs before him.

“It’s funny that he’d find out my name was Jack,” he called back, thoughtfully. “Didn’t think I was known.”

“It’s a small town. You may feel you’re invisible but people do know you.”

He waited for Hugo at the foot of the stairs. The other boy, one he was also beginning to think was a genuine friend, held up the book to him once again. Jack took it with a big grin on his face.

“I get what that’s like, but there are good days,” Hugo said.

Jack thought about Eva and the fact that she hinted noticing him and he didn’t even know it.

“Hey, Hugo, do you think there’s a possibility that my memories might still come back?” he said as Hugo walked on ahead to the double doors, boots making squeaky noises on unpolished floor.

“It’s not uncommon. So, yeah, of course.”

“What if…now I’m just throwing ideas out there.” Jack caught up to him by the door and they both pushed. “Jamie turns out to be an actual relative? Maybe I do look like his dad and that’s why he thought he was me.”

“I don’t know. The town would have to be smaller than I thought for that to happen.”

“Yeah, then again it couldn’t be. I was told the only family I had was the one I lost.”

Hugo patted his back.

***

In a beautiful room filled with flowery paintings on the walls, a young girl was humming. She had short brown hair that seemed to have been cropped in a hasty decision. As she hummed she admired a particular lovely—and real—yellow flower sitting on a table by her window. The plant was lucky to her, for some reason, and she considered it her muse. She was opened up the window and carefully tossed her backpack onto the bushes, as quietly as she could make it.

“…and I’ll keep wondering. Wondering. Wondering. When will my life begin?” she sang softly, glancing at her closed bedroom door. The coast was clear.

“Rhiannon? I hope you did your homework!”

“I’m homeschooled, mother. It’s not like have anything else better to do,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I mean, I’m currently doing it now! Please don’t disturb me! Thank you! Love you!”

She placed one leg out on the window ledge. “And not like I’d have a life if I stayed inside all the time.”

She snuck out and when she did the flower glowed brightly and then dimmed.

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Highschool Sweethearts - Chapter 2 (Reader x Rami Malek)

I'm so glad I have a half an hour lunch break. The flush on my cheeks is still present because of my earlier encounter with Rami. I push it away, I can't be feeling like this. I mean I have a boyfriend.

I slowly walk across the courtyard when I finally find a place where it's quiet, farthest away from the big crowd. While eating a banana, my finger's softly ticking along to the beat of the music I'm listening, on my knee. Suddenly someone plops down next to me from behind and scares the fuck out of me. ''What the fuck dude'' I growl and put on my angry face.

When I see it's Rami my angry face immediately melts. ''I'm -.. sorry. I didn't mean to scare you'' he immediately apologizes. ''No please- I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm easily startled'' I explain. ''Bad conscious huh?'' he asks playfully. ''No- lost in thoughts I guess'' I say with a pink flush over my face.

When he has his full attention on the pizza that he had just boughts, it's only now I stare at him for the first time. I mean I had looked at him multiple times. But now.. I couldn't stop staring.

He has these tiny black curls, deep blue/green eyes, light toned skin and a really sharp jawline. When he smiles, he makes my knees tremble. He smells really nice. I can't really identify it but – it smells comforting. I've never been good with guys so every single one of them makes me nervous, but him even more so. When I got together with Ty.. I don't know, we were both drunk and he took the first step so it was way different I guess. Plus he was really self-assured, so it kinda came all from his side.

''you want a slice?'' he offers me as he holds it in front of my nose, holding it with both hands. ''Its dubble cheese and salami'' he adds. I nod gratefully. ''Sure, why not? Thanks!'' I say giving him a big smile. After I take my first bite, it's really hot and all the cheese is falling off. I have to make some really weird faces to slurp the cheese slings. From the corner of my eyes I can see him looking at me. He starts laughing at the sight of me struggling with the pizza.

''What are you laughing a1bout?'' I ask with some innocence. ''Come here'' he says as he wipes away the stains of sauce underneath my mouth. ''Oh'' I say flushed. ''Thank you''. I'm too ashamed to look at him so I just stare at my pizza in stead. ''Here'' he says while handing me a napkin.

I wipe my mouth one last time after finishing my slice and after some moments of silence I'm the first one to talk again. ''I'm sorry but- is there any particular reason why you decided to join me for lunch?'' I ask him nervously. ''Well you looked like you might needed some company so-'' he looks at me expectantly. Like I'm about to shoo him away any second.

''HEY BABY'' I hear coming from behind me. It's Tyler. I ashamed say hi to him too. From the corner of my eye I can see Rami's confused look. Probably taking in that another man just called me 'baby'. Ty sits down next to me and as he comes closer to give me a kiss, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I immediately shake him off ''have you been drinking already?'' I ask him with an astonished look. ''It's only 11.30 am in the morning Ty. What the fuck''.

I know I probably shouldn't take such a tone to him, but with Rami by my side I feel kind of.. More secure. ''Ah baby come on don't be like that'' he tries reasoning with me, grabbing my arm. I try shaking it off but he gets really handsy. Trying to kiss me on my neck, pushing his body up against me.. he even tries grabbing my boob. I angrily push him off of me the best I can, given the fact that he's much stronger and bigger than me.

I look at him both angrily and disappointing ''Be like what? You're the one that's drunk when it's not even noon. You know how I feel about that''. I get up and take my backpack, tears fill my eyes. He always gets so different when he had some alcohol. He jumps up immediately and grabs a hold of my arm. My anxiety kicks in. ''Ty stop. You're hurting me'' I beg him. The grip tightens even more after that and I'm pretty sure this will leave a bruise. ''And you should watch your fucking tone. Loren'' he growls at me. He intimidatingly bends over me, trying to show me who the boss is, when his eyes suddenly fall on Rami, who now too was on his feet and took a step closer.

It's like I'm nailed to the ground but because he points his his attention to Rami, I manage to free myself from his grip. Tears blur my vision but it doesn't matter. With tears swirling down my face I walk away. ''wh- Loren. Are you ok?'' Rami comes running after me, trying to make sure I'm ok. ''Yea I'm just a bit sick. Imma head home'' I lie to him. Not even looking at him. I don't want him to see me. I don't want him to stop me from leaving.

I'm actually planning on going to my favorite spot. It's in the park, in between all those trees, right at the water. Tears stream down my face as I roll up my sleeve to look at my arm. It already has some huge bruises on it and the finger prints from just moments ago start to show too. I zip open my backpack and take a joint out of some side-pocket. Fuck. Where's my lighter?

As I take my backpack and rumble aroung in it to find my lighter, I can see it looking at me.. I didn't know I had it in there. Or maybe I just forgot. I gently took it out of my backpack. I lit my joint and took a deep swig and slowly let the effect hit me. I look at the discovery from my backpack admiringly. I roll up my shirt a bit to expose a bit of my stomach. I promised myself I'd never do this anymore..

Now feeling nothing but.. Anger? Impotence? Sadness? All together. What it was, I couldn't cry anymore. I take another deep hit of my joint, the blade still between my fingers. Not sure what my next move will be, but my automatic pilot takes over and I put the blade at my skin.

''You mind if I join you?'' a deep voice behind me asks me. I recognize it. I could recognize it out of a thousand voices. It both startles me but also I kind of expected him to come after me. I should've run. I hide the blade underneath my leg, avoiding him from seeing it. He looks at me with a caring look in your eyes. I shake my head as a reaction to his question, tapping next to me suggesting him to sit down.

''You know... You can take off your 'I'm ok mask' now... It's just me''. He exclaims while tugging his knees up . He's probably hoping I'll talk. It's a really sweet gesture and I really appreciate it. But I don't know him. Why should I talk to him?

''So. How do you like school up until now?'' I ask him to distract the attention from this shit. He just shrugs his shoulders, ''Fine I guess'' he answers after doing some thinking.

Still sitting with his knees up, he’s staring over the water. He seems kind of distracted, lost in a day dream. I take full advantage of that moment and take in all the little details of this gorgeous man. Putting them somewhere in my mind where I can rewatch them anytime I want.

His small ears.. His stubble of probably not shaving for a couple of days. His mouth slightly opened. The little frowns he makes. His hair that is kind of messy but not in an unkempt way. How rough it looks but also really soft. The way he fiddles with his fingers. His smell. The small wrinkles around the corner of his lips and eyes. The way his eyes are so mesmerizing.

He turns his head towards me and gives me a sweet and nervous smile. He caught me checking him out and he finds it amusing. I again feel like a little kid that has been caught with its hand in a cookie jar. I quickly look away to hide the flush on my cheeks.

God.. That smile. That fucking smile.

''Well. Something interesting did happen today'' he suddenly says while rubbing his chin in a thoughtful way. ''O?'' I’m generously curious to what that might be. ''I met a really cool girl today'' he says while looking in another direction again. I can tell he's nervous. It's actually kind of sweet.

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(as I already said; i Love your writtings so much and i'm so thankful for this, bless you)Prompt: The gang go camping, and obviously Mac and Den have to share the same tent

I love this prompt so I got a little carried away, thanks for submitting…

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“Camping is so fun man, I hope I can catch a squirrel!” Charlie says excitedly as he hops into the back of the Range Rover.

“Charlie, squirrels are way too fast for you to catch and what would you even do with it if you caught one?” Dee asks, climbing in next to Charlie in the back seat.

“I would totally keep it as a pet! We could keep it in the bar and he could be our… whats the word… our… mascot dude!” Charlie replies, lost in excitement.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Dennis asks as he gets into the drivers seat. Mac just looks at them strangely as he slides into the passengers side.

“Charlie wants to catch a squirrel during the camping trip and bring it back to Paddys… it’s a whole thing, please don’t get him started again” Dee sighs, feigning annoyance.

“It would be really cool though!” Charlie says, he bounces his knees in anticipation because he’s nervous to be leaving Philly.

“Yeah, great Charlie. Mac pop in my Steve Winwood mix would you?” Dennis asks, he gives Mac a warm smile.

“Sure Den, but can we listen to my Creed mix later? I worked really hard on it” Mac asks, giving Dennis his puppy dog eyes.

Dennis hesitates like he’s about to say something negative but he looks into Mac’s eyes and decides differently.

“Yeah Mac, sure why not?” Dennis squeezes Mac’s arm lightly before pushing the car into drive, pulling away from Paddys.

Mac grins at Dennis and hurriedly plays Dennis’ favorite Steve Winwood mix.

******

Dennis pulls up to the campsite and throws the car into park.

“Oh my good God Deandra, we all know that you have to pee please shut up about it!” Dennis hisses at Dee.

“I’m sorry that I have a small bladder Dennis! I can’t help it, now please excuse me if I could so generously get your permission!” Dee screams back, practically hurling herself out of the Range Rover on the way to pee in the woods.

Charlie hops out after Dee, running towards the lake excitedly, stripping off his shirt as he goes.

“Charlie where are you going?” Mac calls after Charlie as he rushes towards the water at full speed.

“I’m going to see if there’s any water squirrels man, don’t wait up!” Charlie yells back, waving behind him as he continues to barrel towards the body of water.

“What’s he talking about, water squirrels?” Mac asks Dennis, confused.

“Who the hell knows? You know Charlie” Dennis says, chuckling a bit under his breath.

“Well anyways, forget him man, I brought something just for us and this seems as good a time as any” Mac grins at Dennis as he pulls out a fat blunt he had rolled that morning before he woke Dennis up.

“Nice! Where do you wanna smoke it? I’m kind of dying to get out of this car man” Dennis asks as he swings a long leg out of the Range Rover.

Mac opens his door and hops out excitedly. “Wherever you want I guess! I know there’s some trails around, we could go walk around in nature for once in our lives” Mac says, he walks up to Dennis and their arms brush as they start walking towards the line of trees that are slightly ahead.

Dennis throws an arm around Mac’s shoulder casually as they walk.

“Thanks for bringing that, I really need to chill after being in the car with squirrel boy and the bird for so long” Dennis gives Mac a smile. He had decided earlier to be unusually nice to Mac on this trip, he wanted them to enjoy themselves because they so rarely got to escape Philly and the bar, and plus on their last road trip they’d been separated almost the entire time.

“No problem, I figured you’d be stressed from them being annoying. It’s all in the forethought dude!” Mac says, he grins up at Dennis as they enter into the forest.

“God the air is different around here, not so smoggy. I feel like it’s actually pure?” Mac says, glancing around at the unadulterated natural landscape around them. It’s strange to see trees instead of the concrete and buildings that usually surround them.

“Yeah yeah totally man, it’s kind of weird how you don’t notice the toxic air until you’re out somewhere like this” Dennis says, he walks over to a large log that’s a little further into the woods and settles down onto it. It’s as good a place to smoke a blunt as any.

“Totally…” Mac trails off as he sits down on the log next to Dennis. Mac scoots until their thighs touch as he pulls the blunt out from behind his ear and lights it.

Dennis looks over at Mac as Mac closes his eyes and takes a deep hit on the blunt. Dennis doesn’t think that Mac realizes how good he always looks, Dennis spends countless hours trying to maintain a youthful beauty that’s impossible to hold onto forever but Mac just rolls out of bed looking like that. Dennis didn’t get how that was fair.

Mac flicks his eyes over at Dennis as he passes the blunt over. He looks like he may about to say something but doesn’t, he seems… hesitant.

“I’m really glad we came out here” Dennis says, filling the silence, “I think it’ll be good for us to get some fresh air and just be away from all the stressful shit. Too bad Frank got stuck in that coil again, it’d be good for his old mushy brain to get out of the city” Dennis laughs, imagining Frank stuck in that coil back in Philly.

Mac laughs and Dennis feels his chest warm, he loves making Mac laugh when they’re all alone. It’s a sound just for him to enjoy.

“Yeah, I mean look at Charlie. The kid thinks that there are water squirrels? He needs to gain a few brain cells back after drinking paint and huffing chemicals in the basement all the time” Mac says, chuckling.

The blunt dwindles down to nothing as they sit close together, laughing and staring at each other just a little bit too long.

Dennis lets his hand settle on his thigh in a way that a couple of his fingers touch Mac’s leg.

Mac glances down but doesn’t say anything, after a few beats he lets his hand drop too. Now both their legs and hands are touching and Mac knows that’s not something you do with your totally platonic bro, but he’s also known for a long time that how he feels for Dennis isn’t totally based on friendship alone because they’re way too wrapped up in each other for it to be a normal friendship. He lets their hands brush anyway and just looks at Dennis, Dennis is probably the prettiest person alive, Mac thinks to himself.

Dennis stands up hastily and nods his head back towards the way they came.

“We should probably go make sure Charlie didn’t drown himself. Does that guy even know how to swim?” Dennis asks Mac, smiling at him and reaching a hand down to help him up.

“Yeah he totally does, we learned together in elementary school. He totally sucked at first but he got it eventually” Mac says, laughing at the memory.

Dennis laughs but he feels a little sad at the comment. Something in his chest always deflates a little when he’s reminded that Mac and Charlie were best friends first, they’d helped each other through some truly shitty childhoods and had memories together that Dennis could never be apart of. He wishes they’d been around to help him as a kid, he’d always been picked on for being small and it’d have been nice to have Mac and Charlie around.

Just as these thoughts start to bring his mood down, he feels Mac’s warm arm brush against his and their hands touch every now and then as they walk. Dennis glances over at Mac and Mac stares back with what Dennis swears is adoration.

Dennis smiles a little to himself. Maybe Mac and Charlie were best friends first but they’d all found each other eventually, Mac had found him and Dennis got to share an apartment with him. Dennis looks at Mac in a way that could be called love sick as they step out of the trees and into the sunlight. Mac’s hair, free of gel thank God, bounces as he walks and Dennis’ heart swells. Dennis realizes that he is totally fucked and he lets his hand brush Mac’s again, he allows it to linger there and Mac doesn’t pull away.

“Hey boners! Oh shit did you smoke weed without us? I can totally smell it” Dee says, mad that she was left out.

“You snooze you lose Dee and lets be honest, you always lose” Dennis throws back snidely.

Mac laughs. “Like we would have shared with you even if you were around. I rolled that for me and Dennis, not you, bird” Mac says, Dennis laughs and points at Dee.“You are a bird” Dennis laughs. This comment is especially funny to him after that large blunt they’d just sucked down and he keeps giggling long after is appropriate.

“Aw, did you roll it for just you and Dennis? That is SO gay” Dee laughs.

Dennis freezes. He so doesn’t need Mac to go on an anti gay rampage right now, things were so good between them and it would totally kill his buzz if Mac started to rage about the Bible.

Mac just rolls his eyes at Dee and grabs Dennis by the hand, pulling him away.

“Oh whatever Dee, you’re just jealous” Mac laughs and him and Dennis walk down towards the lake hand in hand.

Mac drops Dennis’ hand when they get close enough to see Charlie on the beach. Mac races up to Charlie and Dennis follows behind at a slower pace, still missing Mac’s hand in his a little bit.

“Look what I found, I think it’s the remnants of some kind of eight legged water squirrel! We have to bring this discovery back with us to Philly, I think it could be important” Charlie says, filled to the brim with excitement.

“I hate to burst your bubble man but that is a dead crab” Mac says poking at the remnants of the skeleton.

“I don’t know man, I think it’s most definitely a water squirrel” Charlie says in a dubious tone.

“That is a skeleton! A skeleton that clearly has pincers, that my man, is a crab” Dennis says leaning down to eye level with the other two men.

Dee comes up and peers down at them. “What are you guys looking at?” She asks, squinting her eyes in the light.

“Water squirrel” Charlie says at the same time Mac and Dennis say “dead crab”.

“Oookay, I’m not gonna ask. Can we set up the camping shit before it gets dark? We’re going to be way too lazy to do it later” Dee says.

“That sounds practical Dee” Dennis says, standing up to his full height.

They all discard the crab, though Charlie does give the decaying creature a longing look as they walk back up towards the Range Rover.

Dennis pops the back open and starts unloading everything.

“Is anyone gonna help me?” Dennis asks and Mac steps up beside him to start pitching in. Charlie and Dee soon start helping as well, though maybe not as enthusiastically.

******

The sun sets over the lake and the gang give a joint sigh as they lean back in the chairs they brought and sip their beers.

Charlie gets up and starts gathering dry leaves and kindling to start a fire in the pit that they had set the chairs up around.

“Well I don’t know about you guys but I’m dying to have a s’more!” Mac says excitedly hopping up from his seat between Dennis and Dee and walking over to the cardboard box they were keeping the food in.

Dennis rolls his eyes as Mac leaves his side.

“Of course you are dude, you have such a sweet tooth” Dennis tells him fondly.

“Whatever dude, irrelevant” Mac says and gives him a slightly pouty look, Dennis just glances down at his lip as it juts down and he doesn’t even think about what it would feel like to bite down on it or kiss the lips that were always going a mile a minute. He totally doesn’t think about that, not even once.

Dennis gets up and makes his way over next to Mac, almost like he’s pulled there by some unknowable force.

“I’ll have a s’more too. The only time I can stand them is on camping trips so I might as well indulge it” Dennis says and bumps his shoulder against Mac’s softly.

“Make me one too losers, I’m getting a little bit too buzzed to get up” Dee says, laying her head back to stare up at the wide open sky.

“I’ll make you one Dee” Charlie says as he trudges back over to them with his arms laden with sticks he’d obviously just gathered from the woods.

“Thanks Charlie” Dee says and gives him a sweet smile that makes her nickname fit for once.

Dennis glances at Mac, wordlessly asking “what’s that about?” but he decides not to say anything, they really are all enjoying each other’s company for once.

Charlie makes a fire and Mac, Dennis and he quickly start making s’mores. Mac and Dennis settle back into their seats and laugh while they eat. Charlie makes two s’mores and gives Dee a warm smile when he hands her one.

They all chew their food and stare around themselves. After they’re done eating they crack open some more beers and sit around shooting the shit for a couple of hours.

After Mac had to run after Charlie to stop him from trying to chase after a creature in the dark, they all decide its time for bed. They’re all thankful that they had the foresight to set up their tents and sleeping bags earlier, they were all way too buzzed and sleepy to do it now.

Dennis had made sure that him and Mac shared the same tent, mumbling something about how they were roommates so they were more used to sleeping by each other.

Dee crawls into her and Charlie’s tent and Charlie follows soon after.

Mac turns to Dennis, his hair messy and eyes sleepy.

Mac yawns “It’s late, you wanna go to bed Den?” he asks.

Dennis’ chest warms at the nickname coming out in Mac’s tired voice and also at the fact that Mac was asking him, like he would stay up with Dennis all night if that’s what he wanted.

“Sure baby boy, let’s go to bed” Dennis says and grabs Mac’s hand to help him up from his chair.

Mac smiles wildly and allows Dennis to haul him up.

Dennis takes his hand from Mac’s when Mac stands and moves it to his lower back, guiding him with a light hand towards their tent.

Mac climbs in first and immediately snuggles up in his sleeping bag, the night has grown chilly fairly quickly and all he has on is a sleeveless t-shirt.

Dennis settles into his sleeping bag. He notices that him and Mac are in very close proximity. Mac had set up the sleeping bags, Dennis wonders if their closeness is intentional.

Dennis lays there for awhile, trying to sleep but something (or someone) is keeping him from falling asleep completely.

Dennis opens his eyes and glances over at Mac. Mac has his eyelids slid shut and he looks completely at peace. Dennis let’s himself drink in Mac’s features and thinks to himself how ridiculous he is, for Christ’s sake he sees Mac everyday and lives with him but somehow Mac’s face still surprises him. Mac’s hair falls over his eyes and his lips are puckered out, soft.

Dennis slides up in his sleeping bag a bit and he tentatively reaches his hand out to gently remove Mac’s hair from his forehead.

Mac’s nose crinkles up and his eyes flutter open, Dennis slowly retracts his hand.

“Den, what are you still doing up?” Mac asks sleepily.

Dennis is too tired and caught up in the scene set out before him to lie.“Lookin at you” Dennis replies and give Mac a lukewarm smile.

Mac smiles so brightly that the Sun should be ashamed of itself.

“That’s really sweet Dennis. But you see me everyday, you should know what I look like by now” Mac says, his eyes are fully open now and he rolls his body towards Dennis’ almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah yeah, I know that. I just can’t help it. And I’ve been thinking about something, I’m really sorry Mac” Dennis says. He reaches his hand back over to Mac again but this time he grabs the other mans hand and gently rolls his thumb in circles against the skin there.

Mac lets his hand be held and stares at Dennis with big eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about” Mac says softly and he rubs his own thumb against Dennis’.

“Yeah, I do… do you remember all the times you’ve told me that you love me? Well I’m really really sorry for never saying it back. I was just scared I guess? But I want you to know that I do love you and I honestly couldn’t do any of this shit without you” Dennis says in one long stream, not pausing to breathe in his nervousness. Dennis averts his eyes, a little bit scared of Mac’s reaction.

Mac doesn’t say anything, he just sits for a moment with wide eyes staring at Dennis’ profile.

Dennis still doesn’t look at Mac, slightly embarrassed at letting down his normal “emotionless shell” and his own earnestness. Mac takes his hand from Dennis’ and Dennis shrinks down even further but Mac just takes his hand and places a finger under Dennis’ chin until Dennis chances a glance back over at him.

“Den, I always knew you did, I didn’t doubt it. You tell me everyday by the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you, you tell me by staying. But that doesn’t make it less nice to hear” Mac says softly. He lets his fingers graze Dennis’ jawline and he moves his body so their sides touch and their faces get closer together.

Dennis eyes haven’t left Mac’s face since he started speaking. Mac is looking down at him with joy pooled in his dark brown eyes and Dennis, never one for impulse control, can’t help himself. Dennis allows his hand to brush a stray hair out of Mac’s face, he then winds his graceful fingers into Mac’s hair. Mac leans in on bated breath and Dennis uses his hand to pull Mac’s face to his, he kisses him tentatively.

The seemingly innocent kiss turns into their mouths deepening against each other and hands roaming. Dennis cradles Mac’s face in his hands and holds him there, trying to tell him with physicality all of the things he’s always been too scared to say.

After a long time of them holding each other, kissing, touching and whispering sweet little things to each other, Mac pulls away lightly and kisses Dennis’ forehead.

Mac looks at Dennis hazily and gives him a big, lazy smile when Dennis wraps an arm over Mac’s sleeping bag to pull him closer.

“Mm cold Den, why didn’t I bring a sweater?” Mac says lazily, running a light finger over the dip of Dennis’ Cupid’s bow and giving him a soft kiss.

“I didn’t either, we didn’t know it’d get this cold, but I might have an idea” Dennis says softly and he unzips his sleeping bag while quirking an eyebrow at Mac.

Mac smiles and hastily crawls out of his sleeping bag and into Dennis’ arms. Dennis closes the sleeping bag, it was roomier than he had previously calculated and wraps both arms around Mac’s torso, pulling him close.

Dennis looks at Mac staring up at him and leans down to run his tongue over Mac’s bottom lip, he soon bites it lightly just as he had (not) thought about earlier around the campfire. Mac responds eagerly and lets Dennis kiss him deeply.

Soon they both grow sleepy and Mac falls asleep with his head on Dennis’ chest and Dennis soon follows after bringing Mac’s hand to his mouth (fingers still intertwined even though Mac has conked out) and running small kisses where their fingers meet. They sleep comfortably into the mid morning, enveloped in each others warmth.

******

Dee wakes up first in the morning, banging around and trying her best to make instant coffee over the fire that she restarts.

Dennis wakes up to her ruckus. He looks down at Mac, still sleeping on his chest, and he smiles. Dennis nudges Mac with his nose until he wakes up, giving Dennis a warm smile as he’s brought back to consciousness.

“Morning Den!” Mac says softly and he gives him the smallest kiss they had shared yet, just a very light brushing of lips.

Dennis ruffles Mac’s hair and kisses his forehead.

“The bird woke me up” Dennis laughs and Mac giggles afterwards.

“Well we should probably get up, lots to do before we can start driving home” Mac says and smiles at Dennis as he gets up and starts heading out of the tent.

“Yeah, we still have to pack up all that shit huh? Please make sure Charlie doesn’t bring back any crab skeletons or any skeletons for that matter” Dennis laughs.

“Oh and Dennis?” Mac turns around before he leaves the tent completely.

“Yeah Mac?” Dennis asks.

“I love you too” he says softly and they both grin.******Mac and Dennis stay even closer to each other than usual (which is ridiculous as they are usually touching in some capacity anyways) the whole day as the gang walks around the woods and goes swimming in the lake.

Around mid afternoon they all pack everything back into the Range Rover and point the car back towards Philly, Dennis lets Mac choose the music all the way home.

#prompts #macdennis #long post #iasip

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