#let ‘em squawk

[seilnakyle]

i don’t suggest catwoman fans involve themselves in twitter discourse in general bc it’s not worth it. you could say anything and they’d screenshot it and call it racist. ideally you should ignore and not give them attention because they want to catch fans in a bad moment to push a kind of agenda. most users aren’t even reading what catwoman fans have to say and just follow along mindlessly with what mutuals / the tl tells them. just let the comics fall back into place wrt selina and bruce and it’ll speak for itself.

that’s rlly how i feel after being back on there for a bit tbh you can’t argue with them bc all they do is act ignorant and try to shift it to racism, their only argument. twitter still twitter lol not worried abt, i mean i used to deal with Depp stans daily, this is nothing 🤣

They’re compensating w all the squawking bc no matter what it’s not gonna change things for their fave or make Selina any less the IT girl ✨

All this bc of that single Hush panel…🤭

[flockrest]

okay but. a majority of the arrows tuli's quiver holds by the time li.nk makes it to his home mid-the cold front caused by the upheaval are made by mo.lli! and even after that. his major ( favourite ) supplier is his baby sibling even as he jokingly complains about her work at times skdfjkl

[devilish-cherry]

toji relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ toji x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ my other works

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: thank you to everyone who voted in the poll, big man with bigger issues won so here we are. he’s always been incredibly fun for me to write which probably says a lot about my mental state lmao hope you all enjoy! 💚

₊⊹. first of all, toji never remembers anniversaries. ever. you could tattoo the date on his forehead, and he'd still squint at you and say, "what day is it again? your birthday? didn't we just have one of those last year?"

₊⊹. he will absolutely use your expensive shampoo, your body wash, your moisturizer, and lie about it with a straight face. you're not even mad. you just find it hilarious that the man who's known as the sorcerer killer is now walking around smelling like cherry blossoms and ph-balanced aloe hydration.

₊⊹. he thinks watching two rats fight over a hotdog on the street is peak date material. "look at 'em. real passion. raw competition. that's what romance is missing these days."

₊⊹. despite his strength and killer instincts, this man will break down over ikea instructions. one time he just stabbed the manual and built the shelf completely wrong. now it's a "modern art piece" and you're not allowed to move it. he says it builds character.

₊⊹. toji gets weirdly smug when you wear his clothes, but hides it with deadpan lines like, "didn’t know i was dating a thief." then later mutters to himself, "looks better on you anyway." while pretending he didn't say that out loud.

₊⊹. you once got mad at him and tried to ignore him. toji, unequipped for emotional processing, sat next to you in total silence for fifteen minutes, then handed you a whole rotisserie chicken like it was a peace treaty. "didn't know what flowers you like."

₊⊹. toji doesn't do romantic clichés. if you hint at wanting roses, expect him to show up with a bonsai tree. "it lasts longer and requires discipline. like me. you're welcome."

₊⊹. he sleeps like he's in prison. shirtless, one arm behind his head, the other under the pillow where you know the knife is. you once asked him about it and he said, "habit." you just pulled the blanket higher and went back to sleep.

₊⊹. toji has the audacity to fall asleep mid-argument. you'll be ranting about how he scared the mailman again and look over and he's knocked out, arms crossed, snoring like a diesel truck. wakes up later like, "i heard everything. you were wrong, though."

₊⊹. he does not understand texting etiquette. he always texts like:

"U eat"

"Open door"

"Left meat on table don't let it go cold or ur weak"

"Wtf is an oat milk"

you'll send him something like "i miss you <3" and he'll reply four hours later with "K" then show up at your place with a bag of grilled offal and absolutely zero explanation.

₊⊹. he's absolutely terrible with tech. he calls hdmi "the skinny one" and usb "the fat one". you are IT support. you have accepted this.

₊⊹. toji has zero indoor voice. if you're on a video call and he walks by, expect background commentary like, "did you tell them their haircut looks like it lost a bet?" or "is that the person you said dresses like a sad potato chip?"

₊⊹. if you have a pet, he pretends to hate it. but you've walked in on him napping with it on his chest and making up a nickname like "lil guy". if you make eye contact during this moment, he'll threaten to move out.

₊⊹. dates with toji always accidentally turn into crime documentaries because he can't resist casually pointing out shady individuals with questionable pasts. "yeah, see that noodle shop owner? definitely running something from the back. wanna check?"

₊⊹. he thinks it's hilarious to randomly pick you up and carry you around like luggage without warning. when you squawk and flail indignantly, he just deadpans, "shh, cargo doesn't talk."

₊⊹. watching a crime drama with toji consists of him smugly narrating the killer's methods before they're revealed. he'll glance at you and say, "i'd never get caught doing it like this rookie."

₊⊹. toji has the emotional range of a brick wall, but he occasionally shows affection by silently handing you meat skewers from street stalls and just staring at you until you accept them. if you try to refuse, he'll shove it at your face like, "just eat the damn thing, jeez."

₊⊹. despite his aloofness, when you're sick, he becomes surprisingly doting in his own way. hovering awkwardly, thrusting medication at you, barking stiffly, "get better already. who else is gonna deal with my shit?"

₊⊹. he frequently forgets your friends' names, bluntly calling them things like "short one" or "loud one" or alarmingly once, "the one who smells weird" you still apologize profusely to your friends afterward.

₊⊹. occasionally, he'll randomly flex and glance at you, dead serious, "still got it, right?" he denies caring about your response, yet visibly preens whenever you jokingly swoon.

₊⊹. toji's jokes are basically just dark dad jokes. you trip over something, and he'll chuckle dryly, "careful. your insurance doesn't cover clumsiness."

₊⊹. he denies being sentimental, but once you caught him being suspiciously protective of a particularly ugly cactus, claiming, "this prickly bastard reminds me of myself. annoying and survives despite obvious neglect."

₊⊹. one time he brought his worm cursed spirit over because "he didn't want to leave it alone too long." you screamed when it popped out from behind his shoulder like a creepy pokémon. he got mad and told you you scared it and now it won't come out unless you apologize.

₊⊹. he's embarrassingly proud of his worm cursed spirit, once seriously suggesting you two should start a pet youtube channel. when you reminded him that most people can't see cursed spirits, he stared blankly for a minute before shrugging, "guess we'll just be the first channel where the animal's invisible. groundbreaking content."

₊⊹. toji lowkey believes you're too good for him, but instead of expressing this healthily, he just tries to spoil you in the weirdest ways: brings you odd souvenirs, refuses to let you carry groceries, and once threatened a vending machine because it ate your yen.

₊⊹. he has that annoying middle-aged man confidence where he acts like he can fix anything with tape, a kitchen knife, and raw conviction. you once caught him trying to patch your leaky sink with a sushi tray. "it's water resistant."

₊⊹. toji snores like a war crime. he claims it's "just breathing deeply" but your neighbors have called once to ask if someone was groaning in pain for six hours straight. he blinked at you and said, "tell 'em it's free asmr. they should be thanking me."

₊⊹. when he's half-asleep, toji's actually weirdly affectionate. you'll get sleepy forehead nudges, grunted "stay"s, and one time, the softest ever "you're… too good for me, y'know?" before he passed out with his face in your neck. you pretended not to hear it. but you did.

[evie-sturns]

skinny dip - Chris Sturniolo

summary: where a late night beach trip with your boyfriend chris turns into skinny dipping with him.

contains: fluff, swearing, skinny dipping, a bit short cause i’m busy as shit.

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8:55pm

i lay a pink striped towel across the cool sand, the entire beach is completely empty except for chris and i.

chris flops down on the towel,

“chris! you’ve put sand all over it!” i groan,

he almost giggles, a stupid grin on his face as he lays back on his elbows.

i huff sarcastically before sitting down beside him,

the sun rests on the horizon, creating a glaring sunset.

“you know, this sunset is almost as beautiful as you.” he smirks,

i burst out laughing, “you are such a cornball oh my god.” i say in between laughs as i clasp a hand over his mouth.

“what!! i thought that was a good one!” he pouts, trying to hold back a smile.

i wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle close to his side, resting my head in the crook of his arm.

a peaceful silence stays between the two of us, the only sounds being the waves crashing on the shoreline, alongside seagulls squawking.

“did i ever tell you about my fear of seagulls?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“no….” i say back, my eyebrow quirking up.

“oh god, well when i was like 6 or something at this beach, matt decided to throw his whoooole lunch into the sand and all the seagulls came down and took over our setup”

“you are JOKING.” i laugh, he shakes his head

“i wish i was.”

i giggle before sitting up,

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10:56pm

by now the sun has almost fully set

the water looks crystal clear from what i can see, and the moon is casting light on the water.

the waves are small and clean, and i’m overheating on this towel.

“chris.” i say,

he looks up at me with a small hum,

“i wanna go swimming.” i state, he shakes his head,

“we can go back to the house for swimsuits, but i didn’t bring ‘em.” he replies,

“let’s just skinny dip then i don’t know!” i grin,

he laughs it off as a joke,

“no actually, just think-“ i start but chris cuts me off

“last one in the water is a rotten egg.” he says,

“you are an ACTUAL child.” i reply with,

i look over at him and he’s frantically tugging his shirt off,

i pull mine off, discarding it on the towel, my bra follows shortly after.

i scramble up onto my feet and undo my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles, doing the same with my panties.

just then i see chris charging past me, his feet kicking up sand as he runs down the beach.

i almost fall over the towel as i run after him, catching up to him.

our loud laughs fill the empty beach as he wraps his hands around my waist, picking me up as he keeps running,

“chris!” i squeal, he throws me over his shoulder as he runs into the water with us.

the waves hit his knees forcefully, causing us both to tip over into the sea.

he finally lets me go, i float up to the surface where chris is spluttering out water.

“i think i just drank half the ocean-“ he coughs,

“that wouldn’t of happened if you didn’t snatch me up!” i laugh, looking at chris.

his features are barely lit up from the lack of light, but i can see the outline of him.

the water sloshes around my waist,

chris reaches behind me and grabs my ass, picking me up, i wrap my legs behind his back.

suddenly he launches me two meters in the opposite direction, i scream as i hit the water.

he ducks under the water as swims over to me, grabbing my leg.

i squeal, he comes up to the surface with a wide smile,

“christopher- i swear to god i thought you were a shark i’m gonna kill you.” i breathe heavily, inspecting his face as he holds back a laugh.

“i’m sorry for scaring you sweetheart.” he grins, grabbing my hand.

my teeth chatter together, “are you cold?” he asks,

i nod, he spins around and i jump on his back.

i slide down his bare back as he attempts to take us out of the water,

he finally makes it up onto the sand, and i slide fully off of him, my back hitting the sand

“oh-“ he says, looking back as i lay in the dry sand.

he flops down beside me, the sand sticking to our wet bodies.

he rolls over to me, coating himself fully in sand

“you’ve made it worse!” i smile, he pulls me close to his waist and press a kiss to my lips

“i love you” he pecks kisses all over my face,

“love you to.” i grin, taking handfuls of sand and sprinkling it on his chest

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[earthsparked]

Sparking Flames

Part Two | one two three four intermission five (AO3 link)

Hot Rod hissed as he was thrown away from the little organic he’d found, knocked off his pedes entirely. He lost his rifle, and could only grapple with Brawl as the bigger mech rolled them both into a building. The red-and-orange speedster winced as he heard other organics crying out. He might have only just downloaded the translation pack a few klicks ago, but it didn’t take a genius like Percy or Wheeljack to know screaming was bad.

So he’d better teach these ‘Cons who they were messing with. Hot Rod had arrived, and soon they were going to tremble at his name. Megatron himself would flee at the sight of him!

Brawl was, inconveniently, not fleeing. Yet.

Knock-knock, Brawly, Hot Rod drawled, getting hold of the mech’s helmet. He emphasized the words by slamming the Decepticon’s head, twice, into what remained of the building.

<<I’ll tear your struts out, you slagger,>> Brawl answered, and almost ripped off part of the Autobot’s arm. Hot Rod raised a pede and twisted to kick him in the knee, a very slick move he’d been wanting to try since he saw Sunstreaker do it. Brawl snarled and tripped, letting the smaller mech dance away. He had his arm transformed into a plasma gun in a split second, pointed at the ‘Con.

Nope! You’re supposed to say, “Who’s there?” he said cheerfully, taunting the ‘Con in the local language. Brawl probably hadn’t bothered to learn the Earth dialects; so it was even more fun to trash-talk him, knowing he couldn’t understand.

Come on, it’s a local thing. It’s funny. Just go with it. When in Polyhex…!

His only warning was a sudden comm from Bluestreak, perched somewhere with a better vantage point than he had. <<Roddy, Lazerbeak on your six! Duck!>>

Duck? Not a chance! Hot Rod was already firing into the air as he spun. His shot missed the flying symbiont by the length of a runty glitch-mouse, but it made Lazerbeak swerve and squawk his displeasure. The symbiont had very little armor, and having lost the element of surprise, backwinged and fled. Undoubtedly retreating to his carrier, probably still lurking in the humans’ satellites amid the space junk.

He barely had time to react when Brawl took advantage of the distraction. The ‘Con fired one final shot at him, before flinging himself messily into alt mode and running for it. All the ‘Cons appeared to be in retreat, now, and from the radio chatter the battle had actually gone well for the Autobots. No casualties; minor injuries. <<Autobots, stand down,>> the mellifluous tones of Optimus’ voice came over the comms.

The fiery mech flared his armor and preened, hands on his hips, radiating heat-waves of satisfaction.

Knock-knock. Who’s there? It’s Hot Rod, bitch.

Language, a clipped, calm voice drifted to him. Prowl stepped out of the clouds of dust, doorwings tucked close to his frame. His optics were battle-bright, his meticulously clean armor without a scratch. Hot Rod vented a rebellious snort.

Yeah, it’s called English, motherfucker. Do you speak it?

Burning rubber squealed down the street before the frowning tactician could scold him again. Jazz laughed as he spun onto the scene, leaping from alt mode to bipedal form with the grace of a dancer. Already digging into the cultural media files, my mech? You’re gonna fit in just fine here.

The Autobots’ SIC slapped the TIC’s shoulders, distracting him from any further behavioral concerns with one newly-arrived, rather young soldier.

Prowler, we got prisoners. Where you want ‘em? Ratch has one in stasis, and the other -

There was a howl, a fwump, and the sounds of Sideswipe and his brother chasing after the other prisoner. Too late to catch him, as the jet transformed and fled, trailing smoke that said at least he wasn’t unscathed. Shots from the yellow and red mechs pursued him, uselessly.

- well it was Starscream, Jazz quipped. Oooh, they’re gonna be pissed. Maybe put the Terror Twins on patrol for a while, till they get it outta their system.

Prowl did not give a very long-suffering vent, because long-suffering vents were Optimus’ oeuvre. He gave a sharp nod. Get the prisoner back to base and question them. We still have no definitive answers why they struck here. Have Ratchet focus on our wounded. First Aid and Hound are with Bumblebee, helping the humans. Optimus is busy coordinating with Fowler to assist with recovery efforts.

Huh, hey, Hot Rod said, suddenly remembering now that the battle was over. He shifted on his pedes. I, uh, kind of grabbed one of the locals to get them out of the street. They looked like forty klicks of bad road. Can we get them to ‘Aid, or Hoist?

Both black-and-white mechs stiffened - Prowl obviously so, while Jazz merely went ominously still.

And you left them alone, Autobot? Prowl asked, and it’s not a tone of voice Hot Rod likes.

No! Slag, no! Brawl came at me! We’d have trampled the poor thing! I left them under cover, right - right over -

His scorching hot energon lines feel unaccountably cold. He’s striding away without another word to his superior officers. Instead, calling Sparklet? Human? Hey, uh - you? Whatever your designation is! You all right?

Because the brick wall where he’d left you is a pile of rubble, like so much of the tiny town around him. Awful, sinking thoughts of destroyed cities on Cybertron rise up in his processor. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not on another planet. Not right in front of his optics. You’d been hurt but alive, the terror in your field screaming to his senses that you were so, so afraid. So confused. But so alive. Nothing modulating your field, everything you felt like a live-wire of sensation. Like nothing he’d ever encountered in any other organic species. You were lost as a sparkling fresh from the Allspark, only you had no weapons, no armor. Just him. He’d been so proud to swoop to your rescue.

And he’d failed you.

His servos shook as he clawed through the rubble. Like he’d had to do so many times on so many other worlds. To no avail. He can’t feel you anymore. Hot Rod strained his sensors to the max, flicking through his HUD with everything he had in the sensor-suite. He was vaguely aware of Prowl and Jazz coming up beside him, Prowl on comms calmly speaking with the mechs on the search and rescue team.

There are other humans now, being helped out of the wreckage by people in green uniforms. The forest service, their insignia proclaims, probably the closest thing to a military a tiny place like this would have. Hot Rod briefly scans for you among the survivors, and then, tentatively, among the bodies being zipped up in black bags. You’re not there. You’re not anywhere.

His spark sinks into his pedes. His first day on this planet, and he’d failed.

Jazz’s servos, those tools of nightmares and whispered rumors, were gentle as they landed on his shoulders as he stood, staring, his own EM field blaring distress. He’d never bothered much to hide how he felt. His outlier ability was usually a dead giveaway, anyway.

Easy, mech. I don’t see ‘em here, do you? No body. Maybe they took shelter somewhere else.

He frowned and lifted his servo from Roddy; the speedster dully realized it had energon on it. His.

Took a hit back there. You need to go see Ratchet, Jazz said in a tone that brooked no argument. We’ll get Bee and Hound over here, and -

Hot Rod startled suddenly, engine revving with excitement. Look! There!

His scanners had been looking for organics, not energon signatures, but now that Jazz had pointed it out…

Tiny footprints, with traces of energon. The trail petered out after only a few yards, but it was all the evidence he needed. You had been alive, at least when you’d run from here. But there were ‘Cons on the loose, and in fleeing the battle - anything could have happened to you!

But there was still a chance. Ignoring Prowl’s sharp words of warning and Jazz’s drawling orders, and the jolt of pain when he transformed, Hot Rod flung himself into alt mode and peeled off, hot on your trail. He wasn’t going to fail his first-ever mission on Earth, he wasn’t going to disappoint Optimus, and he wasn’t going to break his word to you that you would be all right.

And if you weren’t all right, he would make whoever hurt you burn.

His tires screeched as he flew past the water tower, following your only possible path: a lonely country highway, that disappeared into miles and miles of forest.

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You’ve lost track of time.

You’re so tired that it’s a fight just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. The adrenaline got you to the water tower, down the road, and onto the dirt turnoff that led to the conservation land. The sounds of battle had died down as you slipped into the trees, their tall trunks and broad canopies muffling any outside noise.

But as you walked under the trees, following a nearly invisible dirt track to the fire tower up on the ridge, the adrenaline had worn off. You weren’t being chased by giant robots, you were so exhausted from the awful fear, and your whole body ached abominably from how hard your muscles had clenched up from the stress. You stank of fear-sweat, blood, and whatever the pink substance was. For some reason, it didn’t seem to want to dry, and you found yourself leaving tiny smears of it when you leaned against a tree to catch your breath.

In taking stock of your condition, you discovered some road rash along your side and hip, undoubtedly from being thrown to the ground by one of the first explosions. The slight discoloration that foretold what would undoubtedly become monstrous bruising was widespread enough across your body that you suspected you’d been thrown around more than once, in those confused moments you can’t quite remember. You still felt weird from that pink stuff, but stripping your clothes off was a step too far; it wouldn’t occur to you until much later that you probably should have been worried about radiation.

Your thoughts turned to the chaos you’d left behind. That robot had helped you; protected you. Been kind to you and comforted you. And the further you got from town, the worse you felt about running off and leaving it. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t fight a monster the size of a house, you should have done something! You owed the robot an apology, if it wasn’t just a pile of scrap metal by now.

And the people. Your coworkers. Mrs. Miller who ran the bakery with the donuts that were always slightly stale, but the good coffee you liked, and cinnamon rolls that were to die for. You’d just come from there, hadn’t you? When it had happened. The smells of coffee and cinnamon stir something in your memory.

Then, still leaning against a big oak - you feel it. You’re not unfamiliar with these woods. Usually the trees are welcoming to you. The peace and quiet a balm to your nerves when life gets a little too noisy. Not today, though. Today the woods have gone still and silent, the birds quiet in a different way. It hits you with a sudden sizzle of electricity up your spine, a certainty so inescapable that you don’t question your intuition for a millisecond.

You are being hunted.

You feel it, you know it. There is something alive out here that is prowling these woods. It’s got the birds frightened. Not even a squirrel stirs on the ground or moves in the branches overhead.

And you thought you were afraid before. This is somehow worse, the most instinctual part of you is screaming. You are alone. You have no weapons. You are being hunted. No one even knows you’re here among the trees. Every hair on your body is standing up in a pathetic attempt to look bigger, more threatening to whatever is after you.

This is insane. There can’t be any of those giant creatures in here with you. There can’t be. The trees would be knocked over, there would be devastation all around. You take a deep breath. You step forward as quietly as you can. Whatever is out here, you can either wait for it to find you; or you can get to the fire tower and call for help for the people you left behind.

Putting it that way there’s really no other option. Expecting every step to be your last, you push on, darting from tree to tree and underbrush to underbrush like a partridge under the eye of a hawk. Keep going, just keep going. You half-imagine the ghostly feel of giant metal fingers trailing down your back, and, oddly, find yourself wishing it was here now, shadowing your every step with that big fuck-off gun.

But you’d left it behind. Gritting your teeth, you pick up the pace. Don’t get scrapped, robot. I never got to tell you what a lawnmower is.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi Angel!! I first wanted to say that I love all your Sevika stories, they never fail to make my days better!

So, I've recently been thinking about little fucker and the twins a lot ((bc I found out I'm gonna be an aunt for twins :DD and it made me wonder how did Sev and Reader react to the news, like.. "what. WERE HAVING TWINS??? HOW." something like this lmao.

Not sure if you've already written something like this, but I've practically read all of your masterlists lmao. If you did feel free to skip cuz I have really bad short term memory ;))

oh my god that's so exciting!!! congrats auntie!!! i think i wrote a few little sentences about this in one of the first twins posts, but lets make it a full fledged story heheeh <3

(also as always with these stories, don't think too much about how the pregnancy happened. reader is trans, or has a magical strap, or it's just yuri magic. you choose hehe)

men and minors dni

for the first few days after sevika's pregnancy test coming back positive, you're both living in denial.

"how am i pregnant? i thought this was menopause! i thought i was done with all this shit!" sevika whines.

you giggle a little hysterically, then pull her into your arms. "i have no fuckin' idea." you say, blinking in shock. "holy shit. i actually knocked you up."

sevika giggles just as crazily in your hold. "congrats."

"i've been trying to get revenge on you for little fucker since you first knocked me up with her!" you laugh. sevika snorts and smacks your shoulder.

"don't say revenge. oh fuck, this is gonna miserable, isn't it?" sevika whines. you kiss her sweetly.

"it's the most amazing thing that's ever happened!"

"you're such a shit. you're just happy it isn't you this time around."

"damn right i am!" you laugh. sevika smiles at you, and then her face falls. you coo and wrap her up in another hug. "it's gonna be alright sevi-bear. i'm gonna be with you every step of the way."

"no, it's not that." sevika whimpers as she nuzzles against your shoulder. "i'm just-- i'm so happy. we're gonna have another one, baby, holy shit."

you grin and pull sevika in for a kiss.

her reaction isn't quite as happy when you get to your doctor's office, though.

"o-oh!" the ultrasound tech gasps.

"good 'oh?'" sevika worries, sitting up a bit from her spot on the paper covered exam table.

"you're having twins, mommies! congratulations!" the tech gasps, grinning up at you and sevika.

you blink.

the tech giggles with glee and turns back to her monitor, clearly handling the news better than you are. you blink again, then look down at sevika.

she's glaring at you like she's going to murder you.

it's only now that the tech's words hit you. and for some reason, you burst into laughter.

"t-twins?!" you cackle. "like, two of 'em?! how-- how the hell did we do that!?" you ask.

the tech blinks up at you in surprise, opens her mouth to speak, but you don't hear her answer. you're too busy grinning down at your wife.

"i'm gonna kill you." sevika finally whispers. you burst into another round of laughs.

"alright. just wait 'til after the pregnancy, think you might want me around these next few months, mama." you tease.

sevika's glare is deadly, but you can't find it in you to stop laughing. holy shit. two more little babies running around your house. if they're anything like their sister, they'll look exactly like sevika. tears well up in your eyes as you gaze lovingly down at your angry wife, imagining two pairs of grumpy baby eyes glaring up at you while you try to change their diapers.

"are you crying?!" sevika squawks. "why the hell are you crying, i should be the one crying!"

"you can cry too, baby!" you giggle, a surge of love taking over your body. before you know what's happening, you're smacking the tech's hand away from your wife's belly and straddling her waist, peppering her face with an endless barrage of kisses. "oh, holy shit, baby, we're gettin' two more of 'em!"

sevika's glare lessens a bit, a small smile ticking up at the corner of her mouth. you can see her softening to the idea; two more babies for you to love; but before a full smile can take over her face she forces herself back into a frown. "we can barely afford the kid we've got." she huffs.

you snort. "that's the beauty of hand-me-downs, sev. plus, silco gave you a big raise when we had the little fucker, what makes you think he'll hold back now that it's your turn?"

"we live in a two bedroom home!"

"we can move!"

"while i'm pregnant with twins?!"

"i'll start looking for a new place the second we get home."

sevika finally smiles, rolling her eyes and giggles a bit. "i can't believe you." she whispers. you grin.

"you're the love of my fucking life. i can't believe you."

the door clicks shut, and you both look up from your embrace to find that the tech has snuck out to give you some privacy.

and, finally, sevika bursts into laughter along with you.

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Wakey Wakey

Ummm, hope you don't mind, but I saw this post by @tastybluesprite yesterday and couldn't resist writing a little drabble for it. 😁

https://www.tumblr.com/tastybluesprite/764181017079824384/for-some-reason-i-cant-stop-thinking-about-wade?source=share

Wade gets Logan out of bed in the best way possible. 🤭

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

M/M Tickle Fic

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 1,480

Look at me! I wrote something short(ish)! 🤣

"Looooogaaaaan! Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"

Logan groaned from where he lay in his bed when he heard the familiar and irritating call of his roommate. How the fuck was Wade always so goddamn chipper this early in the morning?

He weakly cracked open an annoyed eye to see the other man standing beside his bed with the stupidest of grins on his face, wearing a tank top and Hello Kitty print pajama pants

"There she is. Up and at 'em, big guy. A new day with a plethora of unknown adventures awaits us."

"The only adventure I'm going on is the one where you get the fuck out of here and let me sleep in peace," Logan rumbled with a growl as he rolled over onto his stomach and shoved his head underneath his pillow. He'd had a late night and was hoping to get at least another couple hours of sleep.

"But that's only an adventure for you and I want us to go on one with each other. I mean honestly, how much fun can two sexy, half-dressed men have in a bed together?"

Logan ignored his obviously suggestive attempt at a joke and kept quiet, thinking that if he didn't respond Wade would eventually get bored and go bother someone else. But the grumpy feral was the only one Wade ever wanted to bother.

"I know you're not much of the cuddling type, but hear me out......what if I let you be the little spoon? Intrigued??? I think you are. Then if you play your cards right we can move onto-GAAH!" Wade squawked as Logan flung one of his spare pillows at him, hitting him right in the face; the force that it was thrown nearly knocking his ass onto the floor.

He recovered and glared playfully at his unmoving companion, not about to let that stunt go unpunished.

"Oh I see. Looks like His Highness is in the mood for a little play time," Wade then smirked as he noticed Logan's foot sticking out from under the sheets.

He reached down to twiddle his fingers on his sole as it flinched and quickly yanked away along with a snort heard from underneath the pillow where the man was hiding his head. Logan instantly felt an uneasiness wash over him as he realized exactly what Deadpool was planning in his spaz mind.

"Wade......," Logan warned with dread building up inside of him, "You'd better fucking not start-"

"His Majesty has chosen the Good Morning Tickles!" Wade whooped out as he leapt onto Logan's back and started tickling him anywhere he could reach. Logan was helpless to stop him and hollered out in guttural laughter as he began to flail, slamming his arms down to his sides once Wade's fingers plunged deep into his formerly wide-open armpits.

"Naahahahahahohohooooo!! Fuhuhuhuhucking Wihihihilson!! No tihihihihickling!!" He flung the pillow from his head as he thrashed, desperately trying to wriggle free and escape the hands squeezing mercilessly at his ribcage and waistline. This was not how he had expected his morning was going to go.

"You love it, and you know it! You're so ticklish how could you not?" Wade giggled himself when Logan snorted through his cackles as the merc massaged at his hip bones near his highly ticklish V-line. Logan didn't even have the protection of a t-shirt since the X-man tended to usually sleep in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, regrettably granting Wade unimpeded access to his overly sensitive bare skin.

"Gehehehet the fuhuhuck offa meeheeheeheeheeHEeHeEHEEhEe!!" Logan squealed, whipping his head around and bunching up his shoulders as Wade had leaned in to additionally blow raspberries on the back and sides of his neck.

"You seriously have the cutest motherfucking giggle. Pretty sure they could be the key to bringing about World peace," he blew a few more to hear Logan's high-pitched giggling before concentrating on his sides again and scribbling fingers over his lower back to watch him squirm like an eel.

"Staaahahahahahahahap!! I gihihive ahahahalready!!" Logan flipped himself onto his back to give him a better chance at fighting the cartoonish man off, and hopefully be able to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, this new position only set him on course for his demise.

"Say whaaaat?! Nah look, you've still got some fight in you. Though I'm not sure how much that's going to last once I do this!" His fingers buried into Logan's now vulnerable stomach, making him shriek and arch his back as high as he could manage with Wade being on top of him.

"NooooFuhuhuhuhuck!! Aaahahahahahahahaa!! Nohohohooot thehehehere!!" Logan's face burned red as he laughed hysterically while Wade's flexible fingers mercilessly scratched and skated all over one of his absolute worst spots. 

Seeing him laugh in combination with hearing it was one of Wade's favorite things in the whole World. Along with the fact that while Logan was more than strong enough to stop him, he never did. He always put on a show of opposing it for appearances sake, but Wade knew under all that machismo he secretly craved the physical touch and affection.

"Not there?! Blasphemy! There's no better spot than your little tum tum! To tell the truth these muscles of yours are starting to look mighty tasty. You don't mind if I take a bite, do you?"

Logan had not a second to protest before Wade dove face-first into his belly as he started playfully growling while gnawing and nibbling all over. He knew raspberrying Logan's stomach would drive him wild and he expected this to have similar results.

"Rrrraaargggh!! I've got you now! OMNOMNOM! I'm gonna eat these smoking hot abs right up!" Wade taunted and then morphed into his best Hannibal Lecter impersonation, "Mmmmm, I do believe this would go lovely with some fava beans and a nice chianti, eh Clarice! OMNOMNOMNOMNOM!"

The Wolverine absolutely lost it. The teasing was unbearable in itself, but the tickling sensations were on another level. He was screaming in babbling laughter as his body thrashed out of control, his beefed-up arms weakly and ineffectively shoving at Wade's head.

"WAAAHAHAAAHAHAHHAAADE-N-NOOHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA-ST-ST-STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-PLEEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!!"

Tears were sliding down his face as Wade continued to enthusiastically bite and nip every inch of his terribly ticklish tummy; teeth grazing his skin ever so gently to send him into a state of hysteria like he had never known before. He'd lost the ability to form any coherent words and couldn't even beg for mercy.

Wade knew he was pretty much done for now, and decided it was time for the grand finale. Wrapping his arms around the man to hold him in place, he took a huge breath and blew the hardest and longest raspberry he'd ever done directly into Logan's bellybutton.

Leaning his head backward, all that came out of Logan was a long-winded wheeze as he arched his back; his laughter having reached the point of being silent as his whole body just trembled from the overstimulation. He had no energy left to fight it and just silently endured until Wade finally finished. 

Removing his arms, Wade sat up and smiled down at the man who had just been near death from tickling.

"That was a good one. I didn't think you could get any more ticklish, but you've proven me wrong. Definitely adding that little technique to my line up."

Logan was barely catching his breath; his body tingling all over from the torture he'd just taken on as he tilted his head up a little so he could look at the other man.

"You're an asshole. Thanks for almost blowing out my healing factor, fuck stick," he ended up smirking, unable to be mad after laughing as much as he just did, but also because he really didn't mind when Wade tickled him. He'd never tell him that though.

"Literally!" Wade chuckled, "I know how much you love those raspberries. Ahh that never gets old. So you ready to get up now?"

"Actually feel like taking a nap after all that. But I guess I'd better so ya don't start that shit again," he raised an eyebrow, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as Wade hopped off.

"Aw yeah! Another Deadpool and Wolverine team-up for the record! Let's fucking go!" Wade danced around and began twerking towards the bed as Logan rolled his eyes though unable to keep from smiling. He just could never keep up with whatever was going on in Wade's mind.

"You're going to be the death of me, ya know that? Now quit fucking around and let's see if we can't find some random street gang to start a brawl with."

The merc stared at him adoringly.

"I love you."

"Wade?" 

"Yes, the light of my life?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"That's a funny way to say 'I love you' but I'll take it."

"Fucking moron."

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Get Off

prompt: ride for: @steddiemicrofic word count: 453 rated: m tags: bisexual Steve, implied hooking up, fingering, getting together special thanks: editor and chief @spicycinnabun & djo for covering gasoline by haim.

✌️ When Steve came downstairs, it looked like Eddie’s lunchbox was almost empty. They were at a party that Steve had brought them to. Steve’s social status was getting Eddie a better clientele. He easily charged rich college kids more than his regulars. 

Steve had had a few drinks and messed around with Savannah, the host. She had been a decent distraction for him while Eddie was selling. He hadn’t gotten off, but she had. 

Since Steve had stupidly imbibed, he knew he shouldn’t drive. He tossed his keys to Eddie, who caught them but looked utterly bewildered for a second. Steve was ready to go, so he just smiled and led the way to his car, getting into the passenger seat. 

“Don’t wanna go home,” he said once he saw Eddie heading in that direction.

“Oh… you don’t?” Eddie asked and glanced at Steve, who just shook his head. 

Steve reached over and squeezed Eddie’s thigh as soon as Eddie had his eyes back on the road. “I wanna get off.” It was all he could think about since he’d been knuckle-deep in that girl. It was Eddie’s fault that he’d been messing around with her and why he couldn’t get off with anyone else anymore.

Eddie carefully took the wheel one-handed while he pried Steve’s hand off him with his other. “That’s funny. Everyone heard you getting Savannah off. You’re telling me that was one-sided?”

Eddie was annoyed, but mostly jealous. As a punishment, he took Steve straight home. He would get nothing for being a greedy ho.

“I just used my hand, man.” Steve made a cheeky peace sign before grabbing Eddie’s chin with those two fingers. Eddie pulled back in disgust as Steve leaned in. “Jesus, Eddie. I fucking washed them.”

“I don’t care if you fucking bleached ‘em, man, we're not—” 

Not getting Eddie made Steve feel teased. He lifted Eddie over the center console and right onto his lap. Eddie was in the middle of a disgruntled squawk when Steve took two handfuls of his ass. A squeak came out instead. “All we do is dance around each other ever since…”

They’d hooked up, and the things that had gotten Steve off before no longer did.

“Eddie, please. I’m sorry,” he tried, feeling like a guilty boyfriend though they hadn’t even pursued a second hookup, let alone discussed being exclusive. 

Eddie met Steve’s eyes and shrewdly considered his pleas, though he got distracted by the instant boner Steve got from having Eddie on top of him. 

“Fuck me.” Eddie laughed, and Steve, drunk and eager, took him too seriously and started to grind his hips. “Whoa, cowboy. Put the horse back in his stall. I’ll ride at dawn.”

[carletes]

What about number 43 (fake dating)?

Tw: mild sexual harassment at a club, discomfort

Lando was uncomfortable.

That was an understatement: Lando was incredibly anxious. He should have known better than to let the other rookies drag him to some club. He was barely old enough to go! And he’d managed to be given a couple of drinks! Someone should have thought about that! Someone should have considered that Lando would have swayed and giggled his way somewhere he wasn’t supposed to, and in doing so wandered square into a group of way older men, all of whom were…

What was the word mum always used to describe the kinds of creeps he should stay away from?

Oh right. They were leering at him.

And the worst part? Lando couldn’t move. His feet were glued to the sticky floor. He couldn’t speak, or he would have said, “Fuck off!” or maybe something more heroic than that. But no; he just stood there, staring at the drink in his hands, wincing as one of the older men said, “Look at that pretty face! They don’t make ‘em this pretty anymore.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re making him shy! Give us a smile, sweet ‘eart.”

Lando swallowed thickly. Fuck. He was a Formula 1 driver. He was an adult. Why did he feel like a kid again?

“We don’t bite! Come on, dance with us!”

Fuck.

A hand on his shoulder.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Show us that pretty face!”

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, fuck.

“You here alone?”

“He isn’t.”

Lando’s heart swelled. He looked up, wildly casting around for the source of the two best words he’d ever heard in his life. And there, walking up behind two of the men, in a shirt that had too few buttons buttoned and cheeks that were a little pink and eyes that glittered with malice and a scowl that would have struck anyone but Lando dead in their tracks: Carlos.

“Do you know my boyfriend?” Carlos said coolly, and Lando’s heart went to his throat. Boyfriend.

The men visibly shrank from the sheer force of Carlos’ anger.

“Er- we just wanted to check up on him.”

“Really?” Carlos asked, his voice icy steel. “Well, thank you. But you can leave now, no? I am here.”

“Carlos,” Lando rasped, his voice awful to himself. Carlos stepped to Lando and wrapped a protective arm around his waist, and Lando immediately held onto him like an anchor. Carlos. Carlos. Thank god.

“Amor,” Carlos said, and Lando blushed fiercely. “Vamos, eh? Quieres bailar conmigo, con papi?”

“S-sí,” Lando stammered, not sure what he was agreeing to. But it was Carlos, Carlos was here, Carlos was saving Lando, and he didn’t care if he had to make out with Carlos to prove the point. But without another word, Carlos whisked Lando away.

“Are you okay?” he said in a hushed whisper. He hadn’t let go of Lando’s waist. “They didn’t- do anything, right?”

“No, no, no,” Lando said, pressing his face to Carlos’ upper arm—so strong, so solid—and taking a deep, steadying breath. “No. But it was…I was…”

Scared, he wanted to say. But he couldn’t. Instead, he said, “Thank you. So much. I- I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t make myself leave, I…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, eh?” Carlos said firmly. Then, once they were safely away, he turned Lando so they were facing each other. He ran eyes deep with concern over Lando’s face, as if searching. Then he nodded.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked, and Lando nearly melted with relief.

“God, yes!” he exclaimed. “Fuck this. I want to go back to the hotel and, like, play fifa or something.”

For the first time since he had rescued him, the stern set of Carlos’ face melted, and he smiled. And it was wonderful: broad, sincere, Carlos.

“Ay, que cabrón,” he laughed, and Lando found himself grinning too. “But yes. Let’s go. I might even let you beat me.”

“Let me?” Lando squawked, insulted, and they jokingly argued all the way back to Lando’s hotel room.

It took until they got to the door for Lando to realize he had never let go of Carlos’ arm.

It took until he was in bed to realize how right that had felt.

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12 Days of Christmas: 2024 Christmas Event

Day 3: Snow Angels

Pairing: Wind & Reader

Warning(s): N/A

Notes: In which you teach a very sweet sailor the joys of snow.

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If there was one thing you learned after all those months of traveling with nine heroes, it was that mornings never came easily. There was always something to do or fight, and while you didn't mind the 'up-and-at-em' lifestyle, it was a rare treat to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing for a good half hour. Like now, though you suspected it was partly because Time had managed to locate an inn just as the snowstorm you'd been wading through reached epic, snow-swept magnitudes.

You stretched languidly, mouth opening in a yawn larger than you'd have liked to admit, and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your cocoon. Every part of you was sore, and your only condolences was the knowledge that you weren't alone in that feeling.

"Good morning," Four commented from beside you. He was fully dressed, leaning against the headboard with a thick, leather-bound book in his lap. You blinked up at him, realized the magnitude of your bedhead, and huffed, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to regain some of your presentability.

"...How are you even awake right now? It's like... nine in the morning."

"Actually, Wind woke me," said the Smith, though you knew that was bullshit. He was just as capable of sleeping through the calamity that was the youngest hero as the rest of you. You rested your cheek on the pillow, turning onto your side to face him. Occasionally sharing a bed with the heroes had taken some getting used to, but they were beyond respectful, and you usually roomed with Wind, anyways. Four only joined when 'tragedy struck', as he explained whilst climbing over you and the Sailor at the buttcrack of dawn, and you hadn't the courage to request an elaboration.

The door creaked open and Four's expression morphed into a grin, which was the only warning you got before something slammed into your side and Wind's screech assaulted your eardrums. "Wake up! It's snowing!"

"Fu– It's been snowing for days, Wind," you coughed, having been pushed to lay on your stomach by the menace currently sitting atop the blankets, pinning your legs to the bed.

"And it's stopped storming," Four joined in, flipping a page in his book.

"And it's a little early to be a smartass," you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow. Both heroes chuckled, though Wind sounded more like a rusty plank than anything. You didn't judge; you had been his age once.

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Wind poked your shoulder, not to be deterred. "You're my only hope. Warriors is doing his eyeliner and Time refused to get up."

Of course they were. "Four's here," you tried, praying to whatever deity existed to grant you just ten more minutes in your cocoon.

A scoff. "Do you want me to get buried?"

You lifted your head high enough to level a flat look at the shortest hero. "My deepest apologies, Smithy. I hadn't noticed."

"Hilarious," Four deadpanned, looking just as exhausted as you felt, though it didn't stop him from reaching over to ruffle your hair, earning an outraged squawk.

"You little–!" You tried to sit up and swat him, but Wind's weight pulled you back down when the Sailor wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning into your back. Fuck, when had he gotten so heavy? "Sailor, get off–"

"Not until you show me how to make those snow gods!"

You paused, exasperation temporarily overridden. "Snow... what?"

Unlike Four, Wind was happy to elaborate. "The ones you were telling Wild about, remember? Where you lay down?"

Oh. OH. "Wind, do you mean 'snow angels'?"

Four perked up a the obvious opportunity to showcase his sass. "That's why he asked–"

"–One more word and you're over, Smithy," you warned playfully, to which Four raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, buddy, just let me get dressed and we'll go."

Wind cheered and rolled to the floor, practically sprinting out of the room. You chuckled at his excitement, sitting up with the comforter pooled around your hips, clothed in some legging you managed to scrounge up early in the journey. "So, what're you reading?"

"Something Warriors lent me," Four flipped the cover for you to see, and you weren't surprised when the words 'Complete Weaponry Compendium' met your gaze. Fitting, for a blacksmith. "He's got a few more in his pack; I just borrow them."

"Mm," you hummed, slipping out of bed and trudging to rife through your pack for a warmer tunic. Four took it as a sign to make himself scarce, calling out a kind goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind him with a thud. Now alone, you changed out of your sleep tunic, throwing on an embroidered number you'd scrounged from the market, followed by some thicker pants, the blue-green cloak Wind gifted you, and your trusty boots.

Despite the veritable mountains of snow from yesterday, the heavens were still spewing droves of snowflakes by the time you managed to drag yourself to the inn's front porch, face crinkled as you turned your disapproving gaze to the sky above. The cold nipped your nose, and you drew the cloak a bit tighter around yourself.

"(Y/n)!" You turned just in time to catch Sky's incoming approach. He was dressed normally, though you didn't fail to notice the thick red scarf looped tightly around his neck. "It's good to see you up."

"You're lucky, considering last night," you joked, bumping your shoulder against his. "Did you see those drifts? I thought we were going to have to dig a tunnel just to get to town!"

"I can't say I've seen anything like it," the Chosen hero agreed with a grin. "We're lucky we managed to find an inn."

"Tell me about it. Me, Wind, and Four were out in minutes."

The Skyloftian raised a brow. "Four? I thought only you and Wind were rooming."

"So did I, but he showed up around dawn saying 'tragedy struck' and Hylia knows I wouldn't make him sleep outside," you shrugged; it wasn't a bit deal, really, you just liked having something to bitch about. "But it's fine, I hardly noticed."

"Hm," Sky chose not to comment, turning his gaze to the snowy drifts just beyond the safety of the porch. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for Wind, would you?"

You perked up. "Actually, I am. Have you seen him?"

It was then that you noticed several sets of tracks curving behind one of the mountains of snow. It was also then that Sky's smile ticked up, gaining a mischievous lit that had you haphazardly questioning who's side the knight was truly on. "Sky, buddy, for everything holy, please don't tell me he went out with Legend and Wild," you pleaded, terror coursing through you at the thought of the boys lying in wait for you.

"Okay, I won't tell you."

You groaned, long and loud, and smacked the hero's shoulder. "You're terrible, the lot of you."

"I'm sure they'll scream as a warning," the Skyloftian bastard offered with a shit-eating grin that suggested he would be even less help than Hyrule in the kitchen.

"I hate it here."

"I'll be sure to tell Time while you're getting buried."

"Time can suck it," you hissed, though not before making sure the old man wasn't within earshot. You'd learned early on that the bastard had the ears of a bat when it came to any form of ill-wishing, and it was far too early to square up with his patented dad gaze. "And so can you. Actually, here's a present," you reached down, grabbed a handful of snow, and chucked it at him before the cold could seep into your bare flesh. Sky dodged magnificently, leaving your gift to splat against the outer wall of the inn, and you scowled at the sound of his hearty laughter.

"Do you want that delivered physically or spiritually?" The Chosen Hero chortled, and you did the only mature thing available: flip a certain appendage in his direction, turn on your heel, and march into the wilderness.

Frigid wind whipped against your face as you padded forward, following the footsteps with bated apprehension broiling in your gut. Not that you believed any real harm would come to you, but you had gotten up for this shit, and you'd be damned if you'd let the little assholes pelt you with iceballs because, really, there was no way they were going to do this half-assed.

"Wind?" You called, tugging your cloak a bit tighter around yourself. You passed the drift, and the footsteps stretched in another bend around a different pseudo-mountain. Fucking hell, it was like he was trying to lead you on.

Until you heard a crunch, then a giggle, and something hard connected with the small of your back.

"Bullseye!" came Legend's tone, which you immediately recognized because of how damn annoying it was. You whirled around, gearing up to give the perpetrators the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, only for yet another snowball to smack against your chest. A gasp left you, and you scrambled to wipe the slush from your tunic before it could soak in.

"You motherf–!"

"Language, (Y/n), there's children present," Legend chortled, flanked by a grinning Wind and guffawing Wild. All of them had at least two snowballs on hand, and you regretted not staying in bed. Four never would have disrespected you like this. You leveled your best glare at the trio, but they only laughed harder. Jerks. And, just when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. "Does that tunic come in womens?"

Don't say it, don't say it–

"I think you come in enough women for all of us," you blurted, far too done with their bullshit to bother censoring what was frankly a magnificent comeback. Legend sputtered, ears reddening as his face morphed in a rare expression of shock.

"I–!"

"Stuff it, gay boy," you waved a hand, cutting off the hero's impassioned rant before turning to Wind. "Hey, you little traitor, ready to make snow angels?"

Wind nodded and threw his snowballs to the ground, happily bounding over with a blinding grin. "Mhm!"

You chuckled, leaving the other two in the snow as you guided the youngest hero to a quieter area, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you remember what to do first?"

"Lay down?" Wind tried hopefully, and you ruffled his hair.

"Right on, bud," you took the opportunity to plop down on the undisturbed snow, letting your cape fan across the still ground.

The Sailor followed your lead, and the two of you were laughing within minutes, entirely consumed in the artful flailing required for such a task. Wild and Legend–after recovering from your grievous burn–joined shortly after, as did Sky, though you suspected it was only an excuse to catch a few Z's when no one could scold him.

"I'm making another one!" Wind proclaimed, standing up with the utmost caution, careful not to disturb the perfect indent his third try had yielded. You encouraged him with a thumbs up, having not moved from your original angel, and Wild chuckled heartily from his spot to the right of you. As the reigning trendsetter of the group (Warriors wept, you were sure), the Champion had elected to create his angel face first, bits of snow caked in his long hair. There was an outraged gasp. "Wild! What are you doing?!"

"Participating, duh," was Wild's response, and you tastefully took a page from Sky's book: closing your eyes and pretending that your life was still completely, totally normal. "You alive, (Y/n)?"

"Nope," you chirped, cracking an eye open when a shadow loomed over you. It was Wind, wearing a grin large enough to block out the sun. "Sorry, bud, my heart just couldn't handle it."

"The snow or our combined awesomeness?" the Champion asked cheekily, lifting his head just enough to shoot a wink your way. "That's a trick question; it's obviously both, right, Legend?"

"Go fuck yourself," grumbled the Veteran from somewhere behind you. He too was facedown, but you supposed it was more for a general loss of will to deal with these hooligans rather than a desire to stand out in the most obnoxious way possible.

Wild's expression turned devious. "Yeah, because I don't just come in w–"

"Don't you dare finish that," you interrupted in a desperate attempt to spare Wind's innocence. The Sailor was still staring at you, but he was a child, and children looked at stuff all the time, so you resolved not to take it personally. "There are young, impressionable children here–"

"Actually, I think Wild's been corrupted enough-- hey!" Legend squawked when you reached over your head, blindly grabbing his hair and (gently) shoving his face further into the snow. You released him, and the sounds of sputtering could be heard. "Ugh! You'll pay for that, you little brat."

"Whatever," you snorted, sitting up to throw the pink-haired hero a glance over your shoulder, though it quickly flicked to Sky, who hadn't moved in at least five minutes. "Besides, Sky will save me."

"Hm?" Sky's head popped up and he regarded you with tired eyes. "I don't know," his gaze moved to Legend. "Can you do it before Time gets here?"

You were aghast. "Really, Sky? After all we've been through?"

"I'm just kidding," the Chosen Hero chuckled, just as Wind chimed, brandishing a snowball: "I'll protect you, (Y/n)! En Grande, Legend!"

"It's 'en garde', you literal child–" the Hero of Legend hissed. You scooted closer and slapped a hand over his mouth, earning an outraged growl.

"Shh, shh, let him have this," you interrupted. Legend yanked your hand down by the wrist, but it was enough time for Wind to reel his arm back threateningly. Undeterred, you grinned. "See, look how rewarding this experience is?"

"Oh no, it's the mom voice," Wind teased, and you swatted a handful of snow at him. "Hey–! I didn't say you were a mom!"

There was a crunch of snow and a new voice joined the fray. "Who's a mom?"

"Me, duh," you informed Twilight, who looked like he had only just crawled out of bed, which was funny for a guy who usually rose at the asscrack of dawn on his own. "Sleep well, Rancher?"

"Like a' horse. Now, someone wanna tell me why y'all are sprawled out like a bunch'ah kids?"

"We're making snow angels!" Wind explained proudly. "But (Y/n) died, so we're planning a funeral."

They were? You were not informed.

"Is tha' so?" Twilight's glance in your direction was curious, but you just shrugged.

"My heart couldn't take the snow or their combined awesomeness. Allegedly, of course."

"...Good fer ya?"

"Yes, Twilight, this is very good for me–"

"Ugh, can you two stop flirting?" Legend cut in like the bitch he was, and you shared a glance with the Rancher, who shrugged his shoulders. Wild snickered, but you ignored him for your own mental wellbeing.

Wind cleared his throat, clearly disinterested with whatever the fuck was happening. "Wanna make angels with us because Legend's salty?"

Twilight's grin returned. "Ah'd love nothin' more, Sailor."

Within minutes, the sound of pealing laughter echoed through the crisp winter air, and you realized– with an exhausted Wind pressed to your side, no less–that, even though mornings were tough, there was always joy to be found when you were with your boys.

The plot got away from me on this one, but I'm still very proud of it! Get ready for some Nailed It! worthy fails with Hyrule next!

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Can I request Alhaitham and Reader (any gender is fine) finding a wounded bird, please? I'm interested in seeing how they would deal with that! I'll leave the decision of whether their relationship is platonic or romantic to you 💖💖💖

thank you for the ask Em! 💚💚💚 hilariously this ended up less a headcanon and more of a ficlet

part of this event here!

"What are you looking at?" Al-Haitham's smooth voice spoke from above your crouched form.

There was a furious flutter of wings and some squawking as a little bird startled.

"Haitham!" You scolded, while creeping over in your crouched form towards the bird, once again attempting to coax it into your palm.

Which was how he realized that there was a bird with an injured wing, and that furious flapping was coming from the singular functional one. It became apparent rather quickly that you were now completely dedicated to your (self-imposed) mission, as you refused to look his way, or say anything to him at all after than initial scolding.

To your surprise, your companion also crouched down a few moments later. To your dismay, the little bird hopped weakly onto his palm and not yours. To your confusion, it was pecking at something.

Which was when you realized Al-Haitham had used his vision to create tiny fractals that the bird mistook for food. It seemed to take a liking to him though, as it made no attempt to fly away when he dismissed the fractals. You instead watched it tilt its cute little feathery head to peer up at Al-Haitham's agate rimmed eyes.

Birds of a feather?

Impossible, a haitham was a baby hawk, a bird of prey. This bird had large, innocent, black eyes. Yet...it seemed perfectly content as the scribe gently pat its head with his finger. Even going so far as to chirp at him.

You did not hide your shock fast enough as he turned to you, saw it, and graced you with the most self-satisfied, smug, upturn of his lips to date. You rolled your eyes - gosh you understood Kaveh in this very instance.

"No need to rub it in," you scoffed.

"Oh yes, I'm sure it was just about to accept your help," oh this-he just had to gloat, didn't he?

"We'll never know now will we?" Your own tone was as sarcastic as his was. "All because someone went and scared it away."

"True," he continued to play with the little bird, with it cutely poking his finger with its beak as he stood up, "seems like an unexpected variable ruined your experiment."

You stood with him and let out a huff, "I wasn't conducting an experiment to begin with," then you looked at him, "Think they'd heal him at the Birmistan?"

"I think you'd have better luck with Tighnari."

"If you're willing to carry the little dear all the way to Gandharva Ville," you peered up at him.

"I'd rather not."

"I'd be willing to."

"That's already well established," he shot you a look, "we just need the bird to accept your help."

"Should I go get some seeds and bribe it like you did?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"That could work, or..." he dragged on, "open up your palm."

You did as you were told, and he had a fractal appear in your own palm. The bird seemed to like this, and did not fight Al-Haitham as he dropped the little critter down into your palm. Soon enough you were the one looking down at its large black eyes. When you attempted to pat its head it allowed you, even letting out a pleased chirp.

You beamed, "it likes me!"

"It would seem it does," looking back at your companion he seemed pleased by this turn of events. He probably was, he didn't need to go all the way to Gandharva Ville anymore.

You made your merry way to Gandharva Ville. Despite his earlier claims, Al-Haitham did accompany you. Which you appreciated as you managed a...pleasant conversation with the scholar. Okay there was no need to be so sarcastic, you did often enjoy your conversations with him. Tighnari had looked at the two of you in utter disbelief, pinched his brow, put his hands on his hips, and sighed.

"Should we have taken it to the Birmistan?" You asked nervously.

"Oh absolutely not," the forest watcher immediately shook his head, "they can barely handle unique cases for humans let alone treat a different species."

Safe to say, the bird was in fantastic hands. When you came back in a week to check on it, to your confusion, your linguist friend once again chose to accompany you on the journey he'd claimed to want to avoid. Shortly upon arriving your tall-eared friend informed you his feathery patient had taken off that very day, healthy as can be. You then heard a series of chirps as Tighnari was telling you that and watched as it landed on Al-Haitham's head and proceeded to chase after and tug at his cowlick.

The scribe did not appreciate your laughter, either of your laughter. He gently swatted at it, and it fluttered onto Tighnari's head instead. While perched there you once again made eye contact, and within an instant the bird was chirping joyfully and landing on your head.

It even hopped onto your finger when you brought it up to it, and whistled back at you when you whistled to it. It didn't even go back to Al-Haitham after staring at him. Nope, it hopped onto your shoulder, and stayed there up until you reached the Akademiya again.

Yes, you did rub it in Al-Haitham's face.

[tactical-jellyfish]

Tf 141 with an s/o who loves fiber arts!

Word count= roughly 1,750

Warnings: No! Just fluff with the lads :) Enjoy (but inly if you wanna)!!!

Kyle, who really never thought that knitting would be this hard, considering how much you raved about it keeping you both calm and properly stimulated. Now, he sits by your side on the living room floor, shakily holding two bamboo needles in his hands and trying to hold the "working yarn" (the yarn attached to the ball, apparently) the right way as you tenderly lecture him for being a dunce. "No, baby, you need to get through the stitch first before you yarn over-" Your voice is so pretty like that, trying to steer him from making another weird-looking hole for no real reason, but Kyle just whines again as you take the swatch into your own hands, finish off the whole row like some magic creature of the yarn and thread.

"You said that this was supposed to be easy, luvie." He whines into the crook of your neck, having loosely wound himself around your side as you showed him exactly what to do for the fourth time this hour. Some part of him loves the unfailing tenderness, the softness of your voice and the way you poorly hide the fact that you're laughing at him under your breath. "Sorry, i just thought-" There's a snort from your lips as giggles envelop you, your smile turns wide. Kyle's heart melts a little in his chest "I just thought you'd be better at this-"

Kyle gasps in mock offense, before pushing the needles to the floor, already planning his revenge for that little slight. "Say that one more time, and I'll give yer little magic sticks to my nieces and tell 'em they're swords." He revels in the shocked gasp you give, and grins as you bat him upside the head. "Hah, funny man. Try." Your voice is quieter, a little bit more dangerous, just daring him to do that very thing. Kyle saves his own ass by pecking your cheek, gently taking your hands into his own. "I wouldn't, babes, you know I wouldn't." There's not a modicum of lie in that statement. Kyle knows that the sweetest ones are the most terrifying, and his mum would never let him hear the end of it if he lost you. "Yeah, I do know you wouldn't, jus' wanted to mess with you." It's Kyle's turn to gasp now, but he smiles when you kiss his cheek in return, leans into you like a lapdog despite himself. Tonight's going to be good, and he knows it.

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Johnny, who remarkably managed very, very well with embroidery. You had been so happy to see him, posted on the couch next to you, working away at the hoop, having only very few questions on how he should hold the thing, if the tension you kept talking about was a little bit off. For an hour, maybe two, it was lovely. Simple silence as you leaned up on his shoulder, working a larger project as the Scot figured out exactly what he was doing on his own. Deft hands, you watched him pick apart the small knots in the thread without issue. It flooded your heart with pride. "Are you finally going to let me see the thing, Johnny?" You questioned playfully, trying to straighten your spine to get a peek before there's a big hand shoved over your eyes, and a thick accent chiding you for your gall. "No!" He squawks, you just know that he relishes in not letting you see, riling you up through your own curiosity, because Johnny is, at his core, a cheeky little shit. "Ye gotta wait, mo leannan, ye cannae jus' peek like that!" It draws a grumble from your lips, but you close your eyes, gently take hold of his wrist in your hand and nod, giving a softer affirmation before he coos at you. "Don' worry, it's almost done anyway." He soothes you with a soft peck to your temple, and just like that, you're calm again, all heart-eyed and dumb with love, relaxed. It's another thirty minutes before the finished product is tenderly set into your lap, and you gasp in surprise before seeing it. It's... stupid. An old sketch of his that really had amused him all too much, one of you from a picture at a night out (you had tripped on a root and he managed to get a picture of your face mid-fall) that he had always seemed too damn enamored with. "Oh my god." You press your hand to your face in shame, already feeling ridiculous before Johnny laughs brightly, pressed a firm, wet kiss to your cheek. "You look lovely! Don't ye? I think you look lovely." It's a sweet sentiment, enough to endear you to the terrible, terrible thing that your fiancé has chosen to immortalize and drive a too-fond sigh from your lips. "You're lucky that I love you." You grumble, giving Johnny a half-hearted glare before he swoops in to sweetly kiss your lips, because he really does know you too well. "Aye, I really am" He doesn't miss a beat, still grinning like an idiot. It makes your chest soften, your guts go mushy and fluttery. "Don't be coy, MacTavish." You reprimand. He grins, and kisses you again for good measure.

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Simon, who really didn't think this would be necessary, but here he is, sitting next to you cross-legged on the floor with the hook in hand. "Like this, right?" He speaks gruffly, and loosens his posture for you to peek over his shoulder. He feels the ghost (pun intended) of a smile pulling up at his lips when he hears your affirmative hum. "Yeah. You're doing real good, honey," Your voice wafts into his ear so nicely, floods his mind so deliciously, the only person that Simon knew he would always listen to, his angel right here on Earth. "Out of curiosity, have you ever done this before?" When you finish your question, Simon does let that smile grow on his face, lets the warmth flood into the cavity of his chest, seep into the crevices of his soul, heal the damage bit by bit. Simon leans his head on yours, and takes in a breath. The truth was, he had. One night, after a particular date when you had entirely infodumped a current project to him, he had done a little research. Then, promptly after, learned to crochet, even if it was only the basics. It paid off now, with you on his arm and impressed with his skill. "Nah. Maybe I'm just good at this, hm?" He denies that, shuffles his cheek closer into yours, soaking up the warmth that you radiate, relishes in the soft chuckle that you give. "Mmh, maybe you're gonna be even better than me, is that your plan?" Your teasing is soft, given out of affection. It makes Simon smile, makes him relieved that he's once again managed to make sure that a date went well. "No. Just pick things up fast." The mood really is dead in the water, but Simon really loves that you seem to thrive in that, that you still peck his cheek anyway despite him practically having negative game. "Smartass." You chirp at him, setting down your own piece on the floor before wholesale resting your head on Simon's shoulder. He fights a chuckle. "Better than being a dumbass, isn't it?" The joke wasn't his (he stole it from Johnny), but when you laughed, Simon knew it was well worth it anyway.

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John, who was more than content to help you work on another big project of yours. He was endlessly proud of you, how wonderfully you worked on those commissions and how perfect they always looked when you finally shipped them off. But disaster always strikes at one time or another, and the cat is often the cause of that. After maybe an hour of soothing his panicking partner, John had you wrapped up in a blanket in the corner of your own office, gently taking the needle into his own hands to sew the small tear in the fabric back together as you sniffled a little bit. Were you more than skilled enough to fix this issue yourself? Yes. But John felt particularly loving lately, wanted to make sure that his lovely, hyper-competent partner knew that they could rely on him. Because they always could. When he speaks, its gently, glancing up from the fabric in his hands to look into your eyes, still a little bit bloodshot from the tears. "Don't worry yourself, sweetheart. My mother didn't raise a man who doesn't know how to do repairs." The comfort was genuine, both an assurance of his skill and a statement that you could just lay back, let him take the reins for once and allow you to calm down a little bit. "But-" you sniffle, wipe at your nose with a tissue, and John doesn't allow you to question this. "Nope. None of that self-doubt, yer therapist already said that's bad, didn't she?" You nod, John watches your cheeks flush a bit simply because he remembered, that he cared enough to stow that away in the back corners of his brain. Oh, if only you knew how much he adores you, your little heart would blow up. "I can't just let you do my work for me, John, that's not right." The small rebuttal makes him pause in the middle of a stitch, gently set the needle down. His darling had the morals of a saint, why was he surprised by that? "Who said that I was doing your work? Maybe I'm just your guest of honor, sweetness." John speaks softly, shoots you a cocky grin that finally brings a smile back onto your face. "Yeah, yeah, alright," He smiles as you stand, wraps a strong arm around your midsection as you tuck yourself into his side, calming all of the way back down, turning back into the wonderful, sweet, bordering perfect partner returning to form once more. "That means that you have to sign it, too, you know." You tease in return as John nervously swallows, knowing damn well he is hopeless to ever replicate the pure beauty that is your signature on professional pieces. "Well, I'm not so sure about that-" He uselessly stutters to the joke, feeling his own cheeks heat up more than a little bit at the invitation. "Oh, don't be like that, I could teach you." Now that makes Price melt.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Tipsy and Turned On

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You attend an NCIS Ceremony and get a little too tipsy around your boss.

Part 2

Mentions: Drinking

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You smoothed your tight dress over for the hundredth time in the last 20 minutes as Bishop ran around the little hotel room you two shared, looking for her earrings.

“They were literally on the sink just a second ago,” she cried out, exasperated. You looked at your watch, noting that you only had about 40 minutes before the ceremony started.

“Check by the mini fridge. Maybe you set them down them when you stuffed your face with the bag of peanut m+m’s.”

You checked your makeup in the bathroom mirror and put a thin coat of lipstick on before you heard Bishop’s triumphant squawk.

“Got em!”

Walking out, you saw her putting the earrings in while munching on something which you assumed was the m+m’s she was finishing. A loud obnoxious knock sounded at the door before it opened a second afterwards and Tony walked in.

“What the hell DiNozzo? You don’t just walk into our room like that. We could’ve been naked!”

“Darn, should have knocked 30 minutes ago,” he teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Are you guys ready? The ceremony starts in like a half an hour,” you heard McGee’s voice announce from the hallway. At least he had the decency to stay outside.

“Oh relax McFidget. It’s literally 3 floors beneath us. We’ve got plenty of time to grab a drink and meet some newly promoted probies.”

You spritzed a little perfume, grabbed your clutch, and walked out of the room, making sure to smack Tony on the way out. Abby and Palmer were already down in the lobby when you guys stepped off the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, your dresses are so beautiful!” she gushed while running over in her Doc Martens.

You returned Abby’s excited hug and smiled anxiously, which she caught onto.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. The entirety of NCIS is here. Including SecNav.”

“Well let’s get you a drink then. Soften those nerves.”

The boys went to find your assigned table while you Abby and Bishop went over to the bar, each ordering a cocktail. After a couple long sips, you took a breath and tried relaxing. Crowds were never a problem for you as long as they didn’t include a bunch of higher ranking officials and their bosses walking around. You scanned the massive dining hall and spotted Vance conversing with some other man in a suit you assumed was important but wasn’t expecting to see the third individual in the conversation as well.

“Since when did Gibbs come to NCIS ceremonies?” you asked, as Abby and Bishop turned to look.

“Oh, I heard Vance is forcing him to be here since we’re suppose to be receiving an award,” Bishop explained.

So that’s why he looking exceptionally handsome in his full black and navy suit. He even wore a tie. The man definitely cleaned up well and you actually had a hard time taking your eyes off of him.

Ever since you started working with the team, you had been…intrigued by Gibbs but it never got past the point of checking him out a few times or shooting some harmless cheesy flirts that everyone would just roll their eyes at. He never gave any indication of being intrigued as well, let alone attracted to you in the time that you’ve known him.

“Alright. One shot and let’s go join the others,” you heard Abby say.

You turned to her and saw her sliding over two shot glasses for you and Bishop. Now that Bishop just told you that you were going to have to get up on stage, you needed a shot more than ever.

“Abby, you’re a mind reader.”

She just winked and clinked your glass before throwing the shot back. You and Bishop followed suit, both grimacing from the liquid flames pouring down your throats and followed her towards your reserved table.

“Looks like you 3 found the bar just fine,” Tony pointed out as you took a seat.

“Don’t you have some naive agent to be bugging?” you retorted. He smiled and gave a nod to some young woman across the way, proving your point.

“Actually, she’s a file clerk and I’ll be right back.”

He left the table in the direction of the blonde haired woman as you all shook our heads and laughed. A few minutes later you saw Gibbs walk over.

“Didn’t think you were coming Gibbs. You don’t usually like these types of events,” McGee pointed out as he took Tony’s spot beside you. Instinctively, you took a long sip of your drink.

“Vance wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the SecNav walked onto the little stage area holding a microphone.

“Thank you all for attending our little get together. We have a few announcements and presentations so let’s get started. Firstly, let’s honor those that we’ve lost in our battle for justice. Agent Simmons….

We all listened quietly, occasionally nodding or clapping for different reasons but the thought of having to get up on stage soon was driving you crazy. You hadn’t even known your leg was shaking under the table until I you felt a warm hand still your movements. Looking over, Gibbs gave you a small reassuring nod calming and exciting you at the same time.

His hand had left but the warmth was still there, leaving your skin with goosebumps.

“So these awards go to Special Agent Gibbs and his dedicated team, if they could make their way over,” Vance’s voice spoke too quickly. Part of you just moved in autopilot, getting up and following behind Gibbs with the rest of the team following behind in a line. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, judging you.

Luckily, the little bit of alcohol you had was kicking in, dulling the sense of anxiety but you knew you looked at your hands, they’d be shaking.

On stage, Vance adorned your necks with medals and shook everyone’s hands before dismissing you. It was simple and quick and you would’ve ran off the stage at top speed had you remembered how to act at such formal events.

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The hardest part was over and now was time to relax, as you sat on the floor of your hotel room, doing your 3rd shot with Bishop and Abby.

McGee had left early with Delilah and who knows what pants DiNozzo got himself in but you, Abby and Bishop were having the time of your lives.

“You should try it, you never know, you might enjoy it,” Abby suggested from the couch.

“I’m not sleeping in a coffin Abbs! I’m already claustrophobic!”

“You know what you should do. Pretend to get lost in the hotel and end up at Gibbs’s door.”

Both Abby’s and my mouth dropped open at Bishop’s comment and she laughed. She was the only one I told about my slight attraction to our boss and now Abby knew too.

“Bishop, I can’t believe you said that! I thought we had a secret together!”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N. I knew something was going with you and Gibbs wayy before Bishop told me anything.”

“What?! There’s nothing going on! And Bishop shouldn’t have said shit.”

They both laughed at the horror in your face and you prepared yourself another shot.

“You should do it though. I overheard heard him talking with Ducky about you. He didn’t say it exactly but he thinks you’re interesting. And for Gibbs to say that, that isn’t normal.”

“But I don’t even know what room is his.”

“202. Right down the hall,” Abby stated, already ready for your excuse.

“No one is saying go in there and force him to have sex with you. Just go and see what he does. If he escorts you back to your room, maybe he’s not interested. But if he invites you in..”

“What about Rule 13?”

“You know how many times we’ve broken that rule? It’s almost funny that we still have it. Come on, hurry before your buzz goes away and you chicken out.”

The both of them practically pulled you up and dragged you over to the door.

“Here are your shoes,” Bishop said, putting my heels in my hand and pushing me out.

“Wait, you guys can’t just kick me out of my own hotel room-

Your statement was cut short as they shut the door in your face, both could be heard giggling on the other side. Looking down at the heels in your hand, you decided against putting them on for fear you would faceplant if you tried walking in them and slowly made your way down the hall.

198, 200, 201..

You stood in front of 202, seriously wondering why you befriended those two. Well, it was now or never you thought as you knocked softly 3 times. A few seconds went by, you swaying slightly as the tequila did its job before the door opened up.

You were genuinely surprised at seeing Gibbs answer the door in nothing but a white tee and boxer briefs, you almost forgot the line you had planned.

“Oh. Is this not my room? I could’ve swore it was..” you probably slurred at him.

“Do you normally knock on your own door Agent L/N?”

Shit. He knew. Maybe. Maybe not.

“Do you know what time it is Y/N?”

You made a move as if to look at your watch, which you didn’t have and heard him sigh.

“It’s 2 in the morning. Have you been at the bar all night?”

Holy shit, it was that late? You were for sure going to have the worst headache the next morning.

“Yes.” Your answer was short, but your tone was almost a question. You don’t know what you were saying anymore, you honestly forgot what he asked you.

“Can I come in?” You blurted, hoping he wouldn’t turn you down. He rubbed his face in exasperation and opened the door wider for you to step in. Holy shit. Holy shit. You did not think you were gonna get this far.

You stepped into his room, noticing that all of his lights were still on and the tv played softly.

“Have you been up all this time too?” you asked, setting your heels down on the little loveseat.

“Just going over the case.” He closed the door and walked over into the bathroom. You looked around, seeing the case file spread across the little desk and the queen bed beside that looked untouched.

You weren’t sure what to do now. You do know that this tight dress you’ve been wearing for hours was starting to become very uncomfortable and this plan was looking dumber and dumber by the second.

Gibbs came back out of the bathroom and grabbed a water from the mini fridge before offering it to you along with some pills you assumed were aspirin. “Drink.”

You listened obediently and gave the bottle back to him, the both of you staring into each others the entire time. Then for whatever reason, you walked over to his bed and plopped down on it, practically moaning at how nice it was.

You almost fell asleep right then and there but then felt something drop onto you. Opening your eyes and looking down, you saw a pair of sweats and a faded USMC shirt lying on the bed.

“You’re not gonna escort me back to my room?” you asked him curiously.

“Do you remember your room number?”

You thought about it before answering honestly.

“No.”

“Then I can’t escort you back to your room. Go change.”

Whether it was the liquor that made you do it or just something deep down inside that gave you the courage, you got up from the bed and pulled your dress zipper down your back, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and letting the dress fall to the floor.

Turning around, you brought your eyes to meet his and watched his icy blue ones stare right back. “What are you doing Agent L/N?”

“I don’t know.”

You took a couple steps closer to him, the cool air making you shiver slightly and just stood there. He didn’t move an inch but you watched him slowly look over you, his mouth moving to slowly lick his lips, sparking something in you.

Taking a chance, you put your arms around his neck and brought your body close to his, noticing how his hands immediately found your hips and his head dipped to meet yours in a deep kiss.

It was better than you ever imagined and between his mouth moving against yours, his hands gripping your skin tighter and the way he pulled you in closer was giving you enough endorphins to pass out.

When you both pulled away for a breath, you smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Oh really?” His voice was husky and lower than usual, making you close your eyes.

He nuzzled your neck and wrapped his arms around your torso but made no attempt to bring you to bed.

“As much as I’d like to continue this further, I want it to be on a different occasion,” he spoke in your ear, kissing just below and releasing his grip on you.

Bringing your arms back down, you looked away and stepped back. He was quick to pull your chin back up to look at him.

“What about dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You just nodded and he gave a small smile, leaning down to kiss you again, making your head spin.

“You change. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, pulling back and heading into the bathroom.

You took a huge breath, letting out all the tension and multitude of emotions. You changed into the clothes and just sat on the edge of bed, absent mindedly watching whatever movie was playing.

A few minutes went by and you felt your eyes getting heavy, the alcohol and everything that happened in the day suddenly making you very tired. Knowing you weren’t going anywhere, you crawled across the bed and slipped under the covers.

“Y/N. Wake up.”

You opened your eyes to see Gibbs sitting on the bed beside you, now dressed in sweats and the same t-shirt but his hair was wet from the shower so you couldn’t have been asleep for longer than 20 minutes.

“Chug this, then you can go to sleep,” he said, handing you a small bottle of water. You smiled at his kindness and sat up. As you drank, he turned all the lights off, only the tv illuminating the room and joined you under the covers. You placed the now empty bottle on the bedside and scooted a little closer to his warm body. You weren’t sure how much intimacy to give but you were perfectly content when he moved his arm so that it rested under your head and pulled you closer.

You thought about how the nights progression went on and decided you’d actually have to thank Bishop and Abby.

[phoniexrose02]

“Wastelands”

Sean Diaz x Black! Reader

Fluff~

Living in the Woods wasn’t an Ideal Setting, but the people made the stay more comfortable.

You’d all Sat at the Camp Getting Pretty Fucked up an Sharing stories, you’d been Nursing poor Sean after being Decked in the face an After a Few Drinks you’d gotten comfortable an Handsy.

After awhile you two Swayed in each other’s Embrace,a small bit of tension arose as Cassy stopped her singing.” Head off to your Tent if you guys as gonna get Frisky, Nun of us wanna see than shit” Hannah squawked an Finn an Cassidy shook their head.

“Speak for yourself~”

“I Think its cute Their Usually so Shy~” Cass Giggled a light Blush Covering her face, you could see the Same on Sean as the attention was on you two.

“I mean We could use some alone time Right??” You turned to him and he quickly Nodded, you found it so Cute how shy he could be with others.

“Awe you’ve scared em off!” Cassidy Chuckled out as you both Got up, She passes the Blunt to you one more time an you took it gracefully.

“ You guys know your cool in our book, We’ll have nothing but Good Memories”

“An we’ll have memories of every Pearled Wood you’ve Rolled for us! Sean is so Lucky to have a Premium Roller by his Side” Penny spoke causing a Chuckle from the group, You passed it to Sean Before heading to your Tent.” Luv. Lust. an Loyalty Gang I Hope our paths Cross in the Future”

You Crawled into your tent, Pretty Fucked up From the Liquor and Dabs. You Could feel the heat getting to you but the thought of stripping right now was…wass

Not bad actually…

You’d pulled at your bottoms first and a Sigh of relief came as the tight jeans pulled off your Thighs, you’d than took off your shirt but was startled by the zipper of the tent.Sean’s face became red but he’d quickly entered quickly closing it back.“ Dude your getting Naked??”

“Uh… our little make out session was pretty hot~”

You laid naked in you tent cuddling up to him.”Your so Beautiful like this” He shyly Whispered an you both giggle before pulling each other into another kiss.“Can i take this off??” You ask Quietly letting your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. He nodded his brown face getting pinker as pulled the shirt from off of him.

You could feel his heart race as your hands dipped into his Jeans, as you touched him you both jump making everything stop. “Heyy….its ok we don’t have to go all the way..” You could since the Discomfort from him an your hands returned to his waist.

“I’m sorry…I’m just so focused on Mexico and i don’t want it to suck for you”

“Sean your so Gentle and Shy, im sure it’d be great…I’m glad its cause your shy though i know I’m a lil chunky”

“ Oh No! Your absolute Stunning. I just…feel like we’re on the run all the time”

“Yea i get it im sorry, that Bong just had me in the Mood”

“There was one more thing..”

“Oh! Yea whatever you Need”

“Can you Draw Me? Like this?~”

You lounged comfortably the full Body on display, you felt pretty Comfortable as you Tent was Full of Pillows.”Oh Yea~” you giggled at the. Quick response, you’d always Loved how Confident he was in his Drawings. ”Your so Cute” a Pink tent Came to his Face. ”Shuush Just Get Comfortable”

He Roamed around for his SketchBook under his Clothes before Flipping to a Page, he took a long look at you starting toe to Head. His face becoming more Pink as he eventually made his way to your smiling face.”Good Muse?”

“Perfect~”

He began to Draw as You sat still glad you’d chosen such a Comfy Pose, the Soft Scratch of his Pencil Relaxing your mind as you awaited results. He looked at you once against an you could feel a Warm Heat coming to your Cheeks.

“Hm..”

“Finished..?”

“Nah, i Can put more Detail…” a small Giggle came to your throat and you could see his cheek getting Darker. “Get as many Detail as you Like Luv~”

The soft scribbling continued as he did his best to capture all of you.“God, your so Talented Sean” he shrugged but kept his hands on the page. “Mm Doesn’t Really Matter Now…”

“It does matter…i Can’t draw” he huffed finally placing the pencil down next to him, you’d finally shifted Closer to him to get a good look at it. Your face lit up as you Saw.” Damn Sean, you made me look Gorgeous~” you giggled out gently taking the book for yourself.

“You are Gorgeous! I just Draw what i See” you’d finally taken your eyes off the Book n Gazed to him, his shy attitude had easied an you Gently placed a hand on his Cheek as you Pulled him into a Kiss. “Well find somewhere for that Talent Sean, Even in Puerto Lobos”

“Oook Let’s get sum air before i fall asleep, im way to comfortable” you Grabbed at your Clothes putting them on an he Followed, You exited the Tent taking a Deep Breath.

“Wait…Did you two just Fuck??”

“Uh No…” Sean Said Shyly an Quiet, you could feel the awkward tension lowering the Mood so you Decide to Speak.” We’re Waiting..Puerto Lobos Comes First, Plus I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to Bone when were not Fugitives” Cass an Finn only Giggled grasping onto your shoulders.

“Its probably for the best than, you all Will get to mexico i Know it..Sean you Ready??” Finn asked an you quickly grabbed onto Cassidys Arm grabbing her attention.”How bout that Tatt RockStar?”

She gave a Flirting smile as she Nodded. “Yea I’ll be waiting Pretty Girl” She walked back to Her table leaving you with Finn and Sean.”Please both of you be Cautious, an more importantly Protect Daniel ok??”

The boys both Nodded before you’d turn to Sean Giving him a Soft kiss under his Eye, he Chuckled an Stumbled as you pulled him for a Hug a Bit Shocked.”Woah Should i?-“ Finn Started but you quickly shook your head.” Nah just be Careful, i gotta really Ick feeling about this” Finn hugged you both with a Giant Smile, he squeezed you both tight.”In SuperWolf we Trust, Right?”

You sucked in a breathe as they pulled away to their Mission, you were getting a Very Icky Feeling about this, But…

They’ve Handled pretty good so Far Right…??

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 10- Barracuda Mike

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Warnings: small mention of vomit, mentions of alcohol, pretty much it. Not a whole lotta rafe

“Jesus- why’d we even take her with us?” John B asked JJ as they watched you down yet another drink.

“That- that was my last one, okay?!” You defended, crushing the can and rolling your eyes.“And let’s face it, I’m smarter than you two idiots.” You pointed at them.

“You dropped out.” JJ retorted.

“Okay, I never said I was book smart. Street smart.” You shrugged. “You might know calculus but what use is that if you don’t know how to get out of a 2000 dollar debt with a drug dealer? Or how to tell which one of your friends is talking shit behind your back? I’m extremely smart.”

“Wh- you know what, nevermind.” John b mumbled to himself. “Can we please get back on topic?” He asked you, you nodding and sitting up now with a sigh.

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“You actually think he’s gonna get arrested?” Kiara asked Sarah.

“He can’t get arrested. Not now. If he’s locked up, he can’t help his dad. I have to fix this. Can you give me a ride to Toppers? Please?”

“You don’t think this plan could make things worse?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t know what’s gonna happen with me and John B, but what I do know is I can’t just sit by and watch him get arrested while his dad’s abducted. I have to try.”

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The next morning, JB rung the bell on the yard, you and jj stirring at the sound. You groaned, covering your face from the light that came through.

“Shit.” You mumbled, feeling a massive hangover. Your head pounded.

John B sighed, listening to nothing but the seagulls squawking.

“It’s something about the dudes face, you know? Like the whole no hard feelings, bro, you know what I’m saying?” John B spoke to you both, coming across on a skateboard.

“No hard feelings. It’s kinda hard not to have hard feelings about that.”

“He’s a dick, we all know this.” You mumbled to him. “Is there like some Tylenol or something? I’m dying here.”

“Yeah, in the medicine cabinet.” JB nodded over to it. You stood up, stumbling inside and to the bathroom. They watched you go inside, John b turning back to JJ.

“What’s her deal?” John B asked

JJ shrugged. “Hell if I know. She’s been a fucking wreck recently.” He paused.

“Well, I mean she’s taken care of Luke for like her whole life, now he’s gone. I’m sure that’s probably most of it.” John B shrugged.

“Nah, something seems off.” JJ mumbled. “Like she’s hiding something. She doesn’t drink like that unless she is.”

“Well, do you really think she can help us when she’s like that?” John B asked him.

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to like her but you gotta admit, she is one hell of a problem solver. And a fighter.” JJ paused.

“Like.. oh, oh, remember how she got you outta that detention?” Jj snapped his fingers. “And how she beat up those kids who pulled out their switchblade on you?”

John B laughed at the memory. “Dude, I had the biggest crush on her then.”

“Oh, we know. You would invite her over to the Chateau all red faced, stuttering and shit.” He laughed along.

Once the laughter died down, John B spoke up again. “Is she dead or something in there?”

“Nah, she’s probably puking her brains out right now.”

“Should we.. check?”

“Alright.” JJ stood up, opening the door and leaning in as he shouted into the Chateau.

“Are you dead?!”

“No I’m not fucking d-“ you shouted back, before being cut off with a groan and putting your face back by the toilet bowl.

“Yeah. Puking.” JJ spoke, going into the chateau, John B following.

“Well.. anyways, I was thinking… passports. We don’t have ‘em.” John B switched up the topic, both boys walking to the kitchen.

You got out of the bathroom.

“Therefore we can’t fly commercial. We need other ideas.”

“Fake passports?” You suggested. “I know a guy.”

“It’s a good idea but we don’t have the time for that.” John B told you, opening the fridge.

“Okay, well, don’t you got the money that you took from Portis?”

“I have that to my dad.”

“So then what about a boat?” JJ suggested. John B sniffed some milk, coughing and putting it back in the fridge, most definitely expired.

“If we get a boat, maybe we could get down there ‘cause the HMS… yeah. You know about the HMS.” JJ went into the fridge now, “Oh! Limbrey, Limbrey has a boat! What if we took that one?”

“Yeah, no. She took that back, and the HMS is not gonna make it down to the Port of Spain, so out on the boats.”

You sat on top of the counter, grabbing a glass and using the faucet.

“So..” you paused, taking a sip of water. “We don’t got any money, and we also don’t have a boat that can make it down to South America.”

“Great.”

“Actually, I might know a guy. I’m onto something…” JJ mumbled.

You furrowed your eyebrows hearing the sound of a truck pull up. You looked outside.

“Uh-oh.” John B spoke, you looking at him as you both crouched behind the cabinets.

“You don’t start with uh oh, dude. You’re so negative-“ JJ spoke, still standing. You grabbed his arm, yanking him down.

“Get down, shoupe is right out front!” You whisper yelled to him.

“All right, John B.” He said from outside, all of you crawling and whisper yelling at each other

“Yoo-hoo! Anybody home? John B!”

“Go under there! Under there, right now.” You told them both, pointing to a small table.

They managed to hide themselves by uncomfortably managing to fit under. You couldn’t fit.

You panicked, jj motioning for you to hurry.

“I can’t fit with you two fatasses under there!” You whispered, desperately trying to find anything else. Shoupe began to walk closer and you were running out of time.

You glanced outside, making sure you weren’t in view as you stood up and ran as quickly as possible to the nearest room, hiding yourself under the bed.

“I know you’re in there!” Shoupe spoke, now in front of the door.

He knocked on the door, looking inside through the window.

“If he sees you, it’s game over.”

“I know, okay, J?”

“Don’t get that.”

“I know you can hear me in there.” He banged. “You need to come out and talk to me. It’ll be a whole lot worse if you don’t.” He sighed, finally walking away from the door.

“Okey-doke, have it your way! You know where you can find me.” He called out, getting in his car and starting the engine.

“All right, let’s peel.” John B spoke, both of them grunting and getting up from the table.

“Shit, JJ?” You shouted, coming from outside the bedroom.

“You guys alright?” You asked them,

“Yeah.” They both said in unison.

“All right, I got a plan, all right? Think it might work.” JJ said. “It’s a little sketchy, might not like it. But I think it’ll work.”

“No, no, no, no, wait, wait, what plan?” John B stopped him.

“If I tell you now when the plan is half baked, you’ll get all negative.”

“Look, I’d settle for a quarter baked plan.”

JJ mumbled over him, using a mocking voice. “Come on!”

“Don’t you dare make that noise at me.” John B rolled his eyes, both of you following JJ anyways.

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“Hey.” Rafe spoke, a small smile on his face as Sofia woke up.

“So, is this place really all yours?” She asked him.

“More like lord of the manor shit.”

She laughed at him, as he stepped outside, looking at the mess the party had left.

He looked over, his mind being flooded with the memory of you storming over there yesterday. A part of him hoped it had ended differently and you would give in.

But he knew you weren’t like that, he knew you were stubborn when it came to these things.

What’s worse is that his suspicions about the pogues knowing he had melted the cross down was confirmed when you came over.

Rafe stormed over to where he knew his dad was, his mind also going to a conversation he had with Barry. “It’s you or your dad.”

“I’m taking care of business. I’m laying groundwork, I’m making connections, I’m trying to plant my flag here, okay? So you just need to go back to your island where it’s safe, and you need to stop jamming me up, okay?”

Ward stood up, sighing at his son.

“If you get caught here, it ruins everything.”

“I’d figured you’d know where to find me, of all people.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you did. I think it’s clear from what happened yesterday… I was right. You’re on a very bad path, Rafe.”

“Your opinion, not mine. Okay? I’m good.”

“You’re making the same mistakes again and again, the same ones I did, okay?”

“Right..”

“So I’m gonna help you, son. I decided to make some changes.”

“What are those..?” Rafe asked him.

“I’m taking control of the company away from you.”

Rafe paused. “What?”

“You’re not in charge anymore, Rafe.”

“What are you saying?”

“My attorneys found a more recent document that left control to Rose.”

Rafe exhaled, nodding. “Rose?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was gonna give up complete control, did you, Rafe? Not be able to tap the rudder a little bit? I’m very generous with my children.”

Rafes fists clenched, itching to punch his father at the moment. “Oh, are you?”

“But I’m not a complete fool.”

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“Oh, perfect, Rockfish.”

“Hey, I remember bashing a beer bottle over some dude here.” You reminisced, smile on your face.

“There’s a guy here, that’s always here, moves a lot of weight. My dad worked for him.”

“No, you don’t mean Barracuda Mike? That asshat?!” You exclaimed, jumping out the car with JJ.

“Come on, there’s gotta be a better option than this.” John B said, knowing Barracuda Mike.

“Oh, you know what? There is a better option, except there’s not. All right, dude? Seriously, we don’t have a whole lot of time and your dad needs help right now and this guy is gonna be the key to getting down to South America ASAP.”

“Let me do the talking, okay?”

You and John B exchanged looks, watching Jj walk up to him. You both followed him.

“Yo, Mike!” Mike turned around at Jjs voice. “Yo! You remember me, right? You know it, it’s on the tip of your tongue.. J-“

“Luke’s son!” He put the knife in the board. “And daughter.” He nodded to you.

“Uh, also go by JJ, but uhm, that’s y/n, and this is our good friend John B.”

“Routledge.”

“In the flesh. Yep.”

“Heard stories about you three, especially you.” He pointed at you. You gave him a small salute and smile.

“Sounds about right.” You shrugged.

“I mean, he’s a stone cold cop k… killer..”JJ paused, you looking over to your side to see a very tall and large man standing menacingly beside you.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mike, I’m gonna be honest about why we’re here, okay? Since my darling little brother can’t seem to speak, we are in a little bit of trouble, and we need to get down to South America, if that’s uh-“ you spoke, before he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, slick, but I done sold the travel agency.”

You laughed, looking down and back at him.

“I mean, we’re not looking for some free handout here, alright? Name- name a price, you got it.” You shrugged. “We just need to parley, in um, private, if that’s cool with you.”

John B looked over, before you and JJ could even more.

“Just stay here, just stay here.” JJ mumbled to him.

“No you’re not gonna do this.” He whispered, “you’re not gonna leave me he-“

JJ walked into the large man. “Excuse you! All right.” He walked out.

You followed, looking at the man and saying “sorry for him. He’s a bit slow.” And walking outside with them.

You and JJ walked onto the dock, with Mike.

“Look, I know you got planes comin’ in with bales of weed from South America, they need to be unloaded, right? That’s what my dad did for you, and I’ve done it quite a few times, I can do it for you, Mike,” you pointed to yourself and to him.

“He would come home and brag about how much he made one night, which was 10k right? That’s a shit ton of money, we’re willing to do it for free.” You told him.

He scoffed, “nothings free, kid.”

“I live by that one too, all right? So, I’ll be honest, all we want is just some space in the cargo hold when you make your next trip down there. That’s all I want.”

“You just want a ride.”

“Just want a ride in that cargo hold. And then in exchange you get three sets of free hands, and another 20k in your pocket, sounds like a win to me.” You laughed. “What do you say?”

“5:30.” He called out.

“5:30, tonight, yes sir! We’ll see you!” You told him, walking back to JB.

“Fuck, I’m back. Missed this shit.” You said with a smile, JJ and you doing a handshake you made up as kids as you walked.

“Yeah, you are.” He exclaimed.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You waved bye to them as JJ grabbed John B, you guys leaving to the Twinkie.

“So I convinced him to get us a ride, but we have to do something.”

“Okay, what do we gotta do?” John B asked.

“Just a lil’ something.” JJ shrugged.

“A little something?”

“Yeah..”

“Every time you say a little something it’s never a little something.”

“John B, it’s literally the easiest job in the world, bro.” JJ told him, stopping in his tracks.

John B groaned.

“We just unload it. You know what they do on planes? You know on delta and united when they take the bags off of the-“

“Yes- yes.”

“That’s what we’re doing, okay? Once we do that we punch our tickets, go on to South America, sipping on piña coladas.”

“Shit, that sounds good right about now.” You murmured.

“Except you, no more alcohol for you.” JJ pointed to you.

“Oh, cmon! That’s not fair, you’re not my dad.”

“Yeah, well, you’re driving.” He threw the keys at you, you groaned and got into the drivers seat.

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Uncharted Territory, part one.

All love and credit to @trilobitepunch, for the amazing art work,the listening ear, and the endless encouragement. You are amazing Trilo!

“I’ve got snacks!”

Mikeys cheery voice cut through the racetrack of his thoughts, shepherding Leo’s attention back to the bustle and hum of the fuel depot. His younger brother was skipping towards him, boxes of ration bars and a few brightly colored bags filling his arms to near bursting. 

“The selections not that great,” Mikey continued, cheeks puffing in annoyance as he reached Leo, hopping comically on one leg as he fought to open the cargo hatch with his toes. “But I did manage to finagle two boxes of the better rations out of the shop keep, aaaaaand she even threw in some of those sweet sticks I like!”

“The ones dad banned you from having because of that time you were literally bouncing off the walls?” Leo teased, leaning casually against the ship’s hull as he flashed a smirk at his baby brother. “Force help us all.”

“Leeeeo!” Mikey whined, beak wrinkling in embarrassment as he scowled affronted at big brother. “I was six! Don’t be a jerk!”

“Hey, as the only other person stuck in an incredibly small ship with you for the foreseeable future, I think I have a right to be concerned!” Leo goaded, reaching out to casually flip the fuel valve off as the warning chime sounded. 

“Just for that, I’m gonna hide the good rations from you,” Mikey shot back as the hatch finally opened with a soft hiss. “You get the spinach and spiva protein flavors, while I get the strawberry and chocolate.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you got strawberry?!” Leo squawked, arms flailing as he spun around, feet briefly slipping on the steel grating. “Hand em over!”

“No!” Mikey jeered, sticking out his tongue as he shoved the boxes and bags into the hold.

“Miiiikey.”

“Who’s the funny one now Leon?!”

“Your face,” Leo muttered lamely, pursing his lips into an exaggerated pout as he disconnected the hose. He projected a cloak of sulky energy, shaking his head with covert fondness as Mikey crowed in triumph and bit into one of his sweet sticks. He could let his little brother think he’d won this round. At least one of them deserved to laugh through this.

He blinked, and the world fell away once more.

Crimson blades reflecting off obsidian armor. The wall crumbling under his shell, like wet tissue paper. Screams of anger and fear as the darkness closed in, air cut off as something heavy twisted his lungs…

“So!” Mikey’s voice snapped Leo back once more to the fluorescently lit present. The smaller turtle had ducked under the shuttle’s wing and now stood at his side, oblivious to Leo’s lapse in attention as he worked with way through his treat. “What do we do now?”

Leo quickly turned away, scowling at the fuel hose as he wound in back into the holder.

“What do you mean?” he asked, proud of how even his voice stayed as he worked to get his face back into a casual smile.

“I mean, we’ve covered step one, right? We’re far enough away from home that no one will recognize us. We’ve got a full tank of fuel and enough rations to last two weeks if we play things right. What’s step two? How are we going to get Raph and Donnie back?”

“First off, we are going not talking about things where anyone passing by could hear us,” Leo chided under his breath, turning back to Mikey with a roll of his eyes.

“There’s hardly anyone around!” Mikey protested.

“And there are even less people around in hyperspace,” Leo retorted, flicking his fingers in a dismissive shooing motion, “so go start the pre-flight checks so we can get out of here.”

“Ugh! Fine! Be that way,” Mikey groaned, stomping away towards the cockpit with an energy only the youngest member of a family could muster.

Leo watched him go, sucking in a subtle breath through his teeth once his sibling was safely ensconced within the metal walls of the ship. He let his body sag for a second, leaning his temple against the riveted metal. Exhaustion seemed to press in from every angle, cheerfully reminding him of how large his sleep debt had grown in the week since they’d left their home and their father behind. How many nights his insomnia kept him awake, listening to Mikey’s squeaky snores while his thoughts raced at double time. Hours spent staring out the view screen as stars blurred past, fighting to keep his gritty eyes open as incomprehensible nightmares hounded the darkness behind his eyelids. What little sleep he had found was haunted by his twins’ parting words, repeated over and over like a tattoo beaten into his brain.

Find me. I need you. Find me. I need you. Find me. I need you. Find me, find me, find me…

I’m coming. I swear.

“Cmon Leon,” he muttered, pushing himself upright, shaking out his sluggish limbs and angling body towards the hatch as the engines hummed to life. “You got this.”

“Good job on the pre-flight munchkin,” Leo called, plastering a bright grin as he sauntered through the door. “Now outa my chair.”

“Doesn’t have your name on it,” Mikey supplied the rote reply, fingers tapping a happy beat on the consul. “I can launch us.”

“Not on your life brat,” Leo answered as he shoved his brother out of the pilot’s seat, snickering at the indignant squawk that followed.

The controls were comforting weight in his palms as he smoothly guided the ship up and out of station, the restless need to move in his soul settling slightly as velvety folds of the cosmos greeted them once more.

“Can we talk about things now?!” Mikey asked peevishly, flopping into the copilot seat.

“Sure. We can talk. We can talk about the stars, or the latest holo’s. Or where you put those strawberry ration bars. Or-”

“Leeeeeeeo,” Mikey cut in, drawing his brother’s name out in a sing-song tone that barely covered the hard edge reflected in his smile. “What’s the plan? I know you have one, you always do.”

“Of course I have a plan,” Leo hedged, careful to keep his eyes forward and smile easy as Mikey eagerly leaned in towards him.

Perhaps “plan” was a generous way to describe the looped track of findthemfindthemfindthem that had dominated his mind from the moment he’d stormed away from their father, drowning in a hurricane of disbelief and fury. He could not remember where he’d gone to wait out the remainder of that day, or what he might have done. He could barely remember sneaking back into the house to fill a bag with clothes, food, and a few meaningful trinkets. The need to move, to do, to fix things had simply been to great for rational thought to penetrate.

Finding Mikey waiting by the shuttle that night had been like a bucket of ice water to the face, the tempest of his emotions spluttering under his baby brother’s boundless spirit and unyielding will. Every smile, laugh, and hug soothed the embers further, calming the storm enough for clearer thoughts to fill his sleepless nights. Thoughts that wasted little time in confirming just how supremely stupid he’d been acting. Donnie and Raph out matched them in both strength and training, and if their last meeting was any indication, neither was likely to be open to simply talking things through. Mikey’s force abilities were fledgling, and Leo’s were inconsistent and unstable at the best of times. Following his feelings would have led him straight into an early grave. and now it wasn’t just Leo’s shell on the line.

Leo could admit, if only to himself, that he was still flying utterly blind through this. He did not have a plan. No clear course to retrieving those they had lost. But Mikey didn’t need to know that. Leo was nothing if not a proficient performer. Short a plan, he reached for his next best skill, improvisation.

“We are never going to match the people who have Raph and Donnie as we are now. They've proven they can wipe the floor with us,” Leo started as he sat back in the pilot’s chair, idly scooping up a spare gasket to roll through his fingers as he stared hard out the view screen.  

“What’s this “with us”? I seem to recall only one of us getting their shell beat,” Mikey answered with a proud smirk, only to let out another squawk as the gasket nailed him between the eyes.

“As I was saying,” Leo grumbled, “If we want to stand a chance of saving our brothers, we need to get stronger. And to do that we'll need a proper teacher.”

“But who could do that?” Mikey questioned, absently chewing on his lower lip as he cocked his head in thought. “All the Jedi are dead.”

“Splinter survived with two kids in tow,” Leo countered, smiling his most confident smile as he piloted them away from the fuel station. “If he could do it, I am sure there had to have been others who got out and went to ground.”

“Yeah, but… finding a random Jedi hiding in the galaxy… isn’t that is like finding a needle hidden in an ocean of needles?”

“You’re right,” Leo acknowledged, thinking hard. “But we aren’t looking for any random Jedi. We… are… going to find Master Karai. She was Da-Splinters Master. If anyone survived the purge, it would be her, I know it. We just need to find her somehow.”

“Oh!” Mikey perked up, sparks dancing in his smile as he reached out and unsteadily called the holocron to him with a wave of his palm. “We can use dads holocron and the force to find her!”

“Huh?!”

“If she was dad’s master, then he must have gone a lot of places with her. Places she might have gone to hide when the temple was destroyed. If we use the force to look through the maps, maybe it will tell us which one.” Mikey reasoned, tongue poking out between his lips as he tossed the glowing cube between his palms.

“A nice thought, but that's not how the force works Mikey,” Leo declined with a shake of his head.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“How come?”

“It just…doesn’t?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good reason to not try. The recordings of Master Plo Koon said that the force is in everything.”

“It is, but it is not like my magic tricks Angelo. It can’t just make things appear,” Leo tried to explain, struggling to dig back into hazy memories of temple classrooms and supreme boredom. “They told us Jedi masters could use it to pick out individual force signatures in a crowd, but only if they were familiar with the person or knew what to look for. I mean, not even Grandmaster Yoda could find someone all the way across the galaxy!”

“Master Plo also said the force has a will of its own. What if the force wants us to find her?” Mikey countered, staring hard at the holocron before looking up at Leo with hope burning strong and bright. “It led Raph and Donnie to us, I know it. And, I don’t think it would have done that if it didn’t want us to help them. If finding Master Karai is what we need to do that, then I just…I have a feeling the force will steer us in the right direction.”

“Mike…”

“What do we lose by trying?” Mikey coaxed, holding out the holocron.

“It’s…yeah, okay. Sure. Knock yourself out,” Leo sighed, looking away with half shrug.

“We. We can knock ourselves out. Because we are going to do it together.”

“Uh, no we are not! Do I need to remind you of all the reasons why it would be really bad for me to try to use the force? Particularly in a tiny ship in the middle of outer space?!”

“I don’t remember her. Not like you do. And you were the one who just said that a Jedi needed to know the person they were looking for. You don’t have to do anything big, just try to focus on your memories of her. What did she look and sound like? How did she feel in the force? Tell me about it, and I’ll handle the razzmatazz side!”  

Maybe it was the sleepless nights, or the lack of better options no matter how hard he scoured his brain for one. Maybe it was that he had never developed a full proof defense against Mikey’s “please” face. Either way…

“Fiiiine,” he groaned, engaging the autopilot with a flick of his wrist before flopping back in his seat. “I want it on the record that I am humoring you, because there is no way that is going to work. And I am calling the right to rubbing it in when it doesn’t work.”

“And I will be happy to make you eat an “I told you so” sandwich when it totally does.” Mikey replied, beaming. “Now let’s do this!”

Leo reluctantly swiveled the pilot’s chair to face his brother, knocking their knees together. Mikey released the cube, the device opening as it rose to float between them.

“Man, this is stupid,” Leo muttered, begrudgingly holding his hands out, palms turned towards the cube as though warming them on the world’s worst campfire.

“You’re being stupid,” Mikey replied absently, copying Leo from the other side. “Stop complaining and tell me about Master Karai.”

“What’s there to say? She was a dedicated Jedi. She was awesome with lightsaber combat and could be strict when it came to training.”

“How did you meet her?” Mikey coaxed.

“She volunteered to take shifts in the creche whenever she rotated back to the temple,” Leo replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself before reaching back into cobweb covered memories. “She could be a bit awkward sometimes, but she…she cared.”

Leo smiled faintly, eyes slowly losing focus as his attention turned inward, mind wandering further down the paths of remembrance.

“She was loyal to the council, but she never really followed their stances on not forming attachments. Even though she wasn’t in the creche often, she was one of the few people who took the time to understand the four of us. Our personalities and what we needed as individuals. You used to spend time between her visits drawing her all kinds of pictures, then you’d make her sit down and go through each and everyone of them. She’d give you her full attention, every time.”

“She sounds nice,” Mikey murmured, eyes falling to half-mast as he tried to reach for that fickle feeling of the force inside of him.

“She was one of the few that had the patience to understand Donnie, to see him for the genius he was. She never scolded him for things he couldn’t control. She tried to learn what set him off, and tried to get things that would help him cope when I wasn’t there, even though it was against the rules. And she was always there as a listening ear for Raphie. He always looked out for us, but Karai was the one he went to most with his problems. She could always tell when he was getting upset, and she’d take him somewhere to let him blow off steam.”

“And what about you?” Mikey mumbled, closing his eyes fully as something warm bloomed in his chest. Something that crackled like the brightest bonfire, filled him from head to toe with warmth. It swirled in his veins, happy to dance, happy to be, yet unhappy to be so alone. It stretched instinctively towards a distant, cloudy aura, a weak glimmer of deep blue lightning flavored with ozone and storm winds. Seeking, searching.

“She got me,” Leo trailed off.

Lightning blue flinched, shying away as the golden fire prodded it.

“What did she look like? What did she feel like? Do you remember?” Mikey mumbled, fire following some unspoken instinct to keep going. Between them the holocron began to rapidly cycle through maps.  

“She was about my current height. Long black hair. She liked to wear two strands down by her face with the rest pulled back. Light skin, black eyes. She liked to wear long green robes while at the temple, and we used to love to pretend to hide in them. She was…she felt like your favorite blanket after a day in the cold, or my favorite cup of tea. Soft and reliable, and safe…”

Fire hummed. Lightning sparked, finding that tiny, barely mended gap.  

“She made us feel safe.”

For a moment, lightning touched fire. Something snagged, a loop of thread pulling tight. Mikey snapped his hands closed, holding onto it with everything he had. The holocron went still, washing the cockpit with a triumphant glow as it presented the chosen map.

“Omigosh it worked!” Mikey cheered, eyes snapping open to eagerly take in their new destination. They had done it! He had done it!

“Take that Le…Leo?”

His older brother was pale, beak scrunched and shoulders faintly trembling with pain as they curled inward. One hand covered his eyes, fingers digging deep into the sockets as the other hand clutched his chest. Sharp breaths whistled between clenched teeth as a slick of dark red rolled steadily from his nose. The impression of wind and ozone quickly fading away as Mikey scrambled out of his seat.

“Shell Lee, I’m so sorry! What can I do?!”

“It’s fine,” Leo mumbled, leaning away from Mikey as he pulled himself upright. Enthusiasm for their accomplishment fizzled out like a dying sparkler as Mikey watched, chewing anxiously on his cheek as he frantically ran through a check list of this brother’s symptoms.

“Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Is anything numb? What’s your full name? Where are we? Who is the-“

“Whoa Angelo! Slow down. Kinda to the first, meh on the second, no on the third, and I don’t need a concussion check. It’s the usual stuff. Mainly just a headache.”

“You sure? The way you’re holding your chest-”

“Yes, I’m sure. Relax Angie, or you’ll start getting wrinkles to rival Splinter.”

The balm of relief coated his nerves as Leo relaxed back into his seat, expression shifting from a pained grimace to an indolent grin as he casually wiped his face with the back of one hand.

“Plus, I didn’t blow anything up this time, so score me some bonus points!”

Mikey huffed, gently shoving at his older brothers’ shoulder before pushing himself back to his feet. Headaches weren’t new. Headaches they could handle.

“Do you want a stim shot?” he asked, glancing at the ship’s small med kit.

“Nah,” Leo denied with a dismissive wave. “We’re better off saving supplies, just in case. I’ll just nap it off once we set coordinates for… the Yakai system?”

“Yeah, that’s what the holocron landed on! Do you know it?” Mikey inquired, leaning in to admire the holomap that still floated between their seats.

“No but look at it Mikey. There’s nothing there. Just an asteroid belt and some low-grade planets.”

“Sounds like the perfect place for a Jedi to hide out!”

“Low-grade means no organic life dumb dumb. Nothing lives there.”

“But there isn’t any harm in going to look!” Mikey rejoined, straining to lean across his brother towards the autopilot.

“Ack! Mik-sto-getoff! We aren’t wasting the fuel.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” Mikey chirped, beaming as consul chirped to indicate the successful input of the coordinates.”

“Ohmi-”

“Lets just go and have a quick look! If we don’t find anything we’ll do things your way from there. Unless you’re scared to admit I could be right…”

“…Fine. But not only do I get to rub your face in it for eternity, you’ll owe me. Whatever I want, whenever I want it.”

“I can’t wait. Now go lay down. Autopilot says six hours till we reach Yakai.”

Leo whined and grumbled as he was prodded out of the pilot’s chair, dragging his feet as Mikey herded him to one of the benches.

“You nap, I’ll fly.” He insisted, pretending to ignore the dark bags gathered beneath his brothers’ eyes when he pulled off the blue mask.

“It’s not flying if the autopilot’s engaged,” Leo sniped petulantly, laying back reluctantly when Mikey pushed on his plastron.

“Whatever you say. Nighty night bro!”