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[st4rtar0t]

Hi everyone,

I hope you're doing well. I’m reaching out because my grandmother needs urgent chemotherapy, and each injection costs around ₹10,000 (about $120). I’m not asking for donations, but I would deeply appreciate any support through my work.

I offer tarot readings, can write articles, poems, or any type of creative writing, and even compose spells. If you're interested in any of these services, your help would mean the world to me. However, there’s no pressure, any support, big or small, is appreciated but never expected.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The fight was ugly. The first fight that you and Eddie had turned from a quiet disagreement to a full blown yelling match.

Truthfully you couldn't remember what the fight was actually about. Something silly, something miniscule that turned into a big thing.

A big argument with some horrible things said; you still couldn't get Eddie's words out of your head.

"Why would this mean anything? It's just sex isn't it?" Eddie snapped and your heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Just sex. Right. Of course that's what you two were.

Truthfully you were a mess and you should have just gone straight back home after storming out of the trailer.

Eddie has tried to go after you but you were faster and ran before he could catch up with you.

Instead you bumped into a few of your friends and hitched a ride to some party that one of Jason Carver's friends were throwing. Robin noticed your tear streaked cheeks and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

She was the only one of your friends who knew about Eddie; maybe Steve as well as him and Robin were as thick as thieves. Like platonic soulmates or something.

You and Eddie got together two months ago, passing off the hook ups as just mind-blowing sex and that worked at first. That's until you begun to get to know Eddie better and the two of you spent more time together.

Eddie was easy to fall in love with. His reputation portrayed him as mean and scary, satan obsessed and someone people should stay away from.

He was none of those things, he was kind and fiercely loyal to his friends and uncle, he was passionate and badass and really it was no surprise that you fell in love with him.

At least now you know that he doesn't feel the same way, at least you found out now before it was too late and you were even more in love with him than you are now.

Maybe you could just hang with your friends and forget the words that had broken your heart tonight.

At least you hoped that was possible.

❤️

Fuck, you really should have went home. Your head was pounding, the two beers you had made you even more anxious and upset. To make matters worse Tyler Harvey wouldn't leave you alone, he had zeroed in on you from the second you had walked through the door.

As much as you tried to avoid him, he followed you around and it was beginning to give you the creeps.

He manages to corner you when you're trying to get up to the bathroom with Robin. He stinks of beer, smoke and sweat and it turns your stomach a little bit.

Leather, smoke and the hints of woods and musk were your favourite scents in the world right now and that had to do with the man you were trying not to think about.

You cringe away from Tyler but he's so drunk that he doesn't seem to notice, he moves closer to you and you instinctively step back.

"Can you move please? Robin and I need to go upstairs" you ask him but he doesn't appear to be listening.

"Aww why don't you come upstairs with me? I'll take care of you" Tyler smirks but you don't like the look in his eyes and immediately step away from him. Yeah...no thanks. Robin is at your side at once and glares at Tyler.

"Take the hint asshole. She's not interested" Robin gently guides you away but Tyler grabs your arm at the same time and you stumble, landing hard on the floor. It knocks the wind out of you and your body throbs from the contact with the floor.

Tyler scrapers from the scene without even checking to see if you're alright. Robin is cursing out Tyler and helps you up. You're sore, annoyed and just want to go home.

Steve appears out of nowhere and Robin mentions that she called Steve when you mentioned you were getting a migraine. Relief fills you, at least you could go to Steve's for a little while and try and salvage some of the night with him and Robin.

There's a tiny voice inside of you that is aching for Eddie and it's growing stronger. You dismiss the idea, you're sure that Eddie was glad to be rid of you. That thought caused a new throbbing ache in your chest and you hurried outside with Steve and Robin determined not to think about Eddie and his big brown eyes.

❤️

As soon as you're at Steve's he puts in a movie and you settle up on the couch with Robin while Steve makes snacks. Being here is soothing and you rest your head on Robin's

Steve's landline ringing breaks you out of your sleep, Steve hurries to answer it and your heart skips a beat when you realise it's Eddie.

"Yeah, yeah dude she's with me and Robin. Some shit went down at a party we were at... Oh that asshole friend of Jason was being a prick. Yeah Tyler is it? Woah calm down man, she's fine. She's just tired"

You get up which is a little tricky as the sudden movement makes your migraine feel ten times worse but you really want to speak to Eddie.

Steve passes the phone over to you and you smile a tiny bit as Eddie is still ranting about what he wants to do to Tyler.

"Eddie, I'm okay" you murmur and he stops his rant and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Sweetheart. Fuck, I've been so worried princess. I went to your house, then Family Video. I even dropped around Wheeler's house which was a shock for Mama Wheeler to see if you were there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a butthead"

The ache in your chest subsides a little bit and you relax. "I'm sorry too. I'm really sorry" tears spill down your cheeks and it's cathartic to finally let them out.

"I'm going to come and pick you up Kay? I'm not going to relax until I see that you're okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes okay?"

The tension you're feeling begins to disappear and you wait for Eddie to arrive, thanking Robin and Steve for being so amazing tonight.

True to his word Eddie arrives as quickly as he says he would and gives Steve and Robin a quick nod in greeting, he immediately pulls you close to him.

His lips press against hair and he briefly talks to Steve before guiding you out the door and into his van.

You're so exhausted from the nights escapades that you're asleep instantly.

❤️

When you wake up you're in Eddie's bed, Eddie is laying beside you and reading Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers. When he realises you're awake he presses his lips to your forehead and he tucks the covers around you, cuddles up at your side and holds you close.

"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you mean everything to me and I was so scared to tell you. So I lashed out and said stupid shit. Things I didn't mean"

There's something unspoken hanging in the air, a familiar tension that's been playing the two of you for a little while now.

"I thought that you were sick of me and that's why you said those things" you confess and play with a start thread on his plaid shirt.

Eddie's jaw drops and he's silent for a moment, "Princess how could you even think that? You're...shit, I've never felt this way about anyone and it's terrifying trying to think of the right words, wondering if you feel the same way" he pauses as he lets the words sink in.

He's blushing, restless and anxious as his eyes meet yours; You sit up and cup Eddie's cheek with your hand.

"How do you feel about me Eddie?" It feels pretty certain now but you'd like to make sure. You'd like to hear him say it.

"I'm in love with you princess. How can you not see that? I guess I was just scared to tell you because I'm not exactly the perfect guy am I?" He scoffs as he says this and you scowl at the way his eyes turn sad.

"I don't care about that Eddie. Who wants perfect? I don't. I think you're amazing and handsome, you're sweet and kind, a gentleman. You make my heart skip a beat when you look at me and I feel at ease and content when I'm with you" his fingers entwined with yours and he sighs.

"You know so many people think I'm a freak, normally I don't give a fuck but I do care what others think about you" you soften and press gentle kisses over his cheek, the action causes him to smile shyly and his tense body relaxes.

"Eddie I don't give a shit what anyone says or thinks. Are you going to give us up just because of some idiots who don't matter? The only people that matter in this relationship are you and me. I love you Eddie, I'm so in love with you"

He looks up at you stunned and then he kisses you fiercely, "No I'm not giving us up. I love you sweetheart so much. You're my girl and I'm not letting you go because of some dumb assholes opinion"

The two of you spend the rest of the night making up and when you're tucked up in Eddie's arms as he falls asleep, you're left with the gentle feeling of this being where you're meant to be.

This trailer, Eddie's room, his arms around you as his soft snores fill the air. The sound of the wind blowing against the windows as you're lulled to sleep.

This felt like home.

💕

I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose

Forever I'm yours, forever I do

I get to love you, I get to love you.

I Get To Love You- Ruelle

[miaoua3]

Heyyy girl I hope ur doing well. Thank u for the amazing works ur doing it never fails to make my day and I love u for that 💗 anwys I'm so excited to ask u this...could u do a girl and boy dad cheol hcs(or whatever u called it) or one shot or both?! It's up to u which one u want to do first. Thank uuu in advance mwahhh 😚🤭

hii! first of, im so glad to hear that you enjoy my work, it always makes me happy when you guys say something like that, it’s the bigger part why i do this😭🫶 and sure i can, i will do hcs because at this point it’s my trademark haha. anyway i hope you enjoy this!❤️

Girl/Boy Dad! Seungcheol Headcanons:

girl dad! seungcheol who cried like a baby when they first placed his little girl in his arms, who cried even harder when she immediately stopped crying once she was placed on his bare skin, as if she knew that it was her papa who was holding her❤️

boy dad! seungcheol who made it a competition with you to make your son say “dada” as his first word, always whispering to his son “say ‘dada’, can you say dada? hm? cmon, make daddy proud son, if you say it dad will buy you every toy that you want to” he’s so…ijbol i can’t with him lmao

girl dad! seungcheol who can go nights without sleep if it means he can stay next to her crib the whole night every night, looking at her with eyes filled with so much love, gently rubbing his finger against her chubby cheeks, softly humming to her until he gets discovered by you and dragged back to bed because it is the third night in the row he has done this

boy dad! seungcheol who put hours and hours of work into decorating his son’s nursery, making his own stencils to paint on the wall, putting on those glow in the dark stars all over the ceiling❤️ (if you’re wondering the theme of the nursery is the universe, with little rockets and planets painted all over the walls)

girl dad! seungcheol who cries more than his daughter on her first day of school, who literally had to call in sick because he couldn’t stop crying, wailing to you how much he misses his little princess and how she isn’t ready for the real world (read: it’s not her that isn’t ready, it’s him)

boy dad! seungcheol who puts so much effort into his son’s interests-if he’s into football count on seungcheol to have a whole day reserved just for his baby where they will play football and he will show him how to do some tricks, he knows all his favourite characters, knows all the names of his plushies, knows everything about his son, he’s just so attentive with him it’s so-😭

girl dad! seungcheol who has his first ever heartbreak when his girl comes home from school and admits that she has a crush on a boy from her class, he will literally go to the bathroom and stare at his reflection, trying so hard not to cry😭 that night you will have to assure him so much that he’s still her number one man and that she still loves him the most while he’s crying quietly (so so dramatic)

boy dad! seungcheol who has a talk with his son before he gets together with his first girlfriend about how he should treat women correctly and to not even think about doing anything stupid like cheating on her or something like that or he will be very disappointed in him

girl dad! seungcheol who cries like a baby on his daughter’s wedding day because what do you mean she officially won’t be sharing his last name with you two anymore? what do you mean she’s all grown up? what do you mean she now will have her own family and she won’t be able to pick up every call of his anymore because she will be busy with her own kids? he will cry so much on his day that the daddy-daughter dance will actually kill him

boy dad! seungcheol who is his son’s best friend and biggest fan and supporter, as well as his son’s biggest idol, so it’s only natural that his son makes him his best man on his wedding day, and what an honour it is to see how well his son has grown up to be, what a blessing it is that he turned out to be just as he predicted he would-and even more

dad! seungcheol who loves his kids unconditionally and raise them to be good people, who teaches them to choose their own happiness every day of their lives❤️

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this was so much fun to write! if you liked this and want to see the same about the other members pls request it, i would love to do it for all of them!

[writers-potion]

Do yoh happen to have any resources for how to write a stripper character? In my novel idea the stripper character is a secondary character more meant to teach the protag that the world is filled with just as much beauty as there is cruelty and will eventually take in the protag after they escape their creator's clutches at the very end of the novel (Frankenstein inspired)

Writing A “Story B” Lead Character

Hello! First of all, thank you for this beautiful question. I know your question started by asking about how you should craft a stripper character, but I would like to pay more attention to the function that your stripper character is serving – the Story B Lead. 

What is a Story B Lead? Simply put, they are characters that lead the side plot in any story – most typically, the love interest (if you have a romantic side arc, the most typical type of Story B). 

The main job of the Story B Lead is:

Give the readers a break from the main plot. Story B shouldn’t be as serious or daunting as Story A — let your hero have some fun, explore new things, and find love while he figures out how to fight the big bad boss.

Convey the theme of the story. The easiest example is the love interest in superhero stories. When the hero is too focused on the fight, the love interest often provides a new perspective to find the critical clue or make the hero realize there are more important things than chasing power. 

Be a part of the sucko ending. Whether your Story B has a happy or sad ending, the conclusion of all the fun the hero has must supplement the main story’s ending in some way. 

So, let’s construct your stripper character based on the criteria outlined. 

Give her a backstory that will hit the protagonist differently. Think about the relevance of the stripper in your protagonist’s character arc. Is she someone your protagonist can look up to? What was her struggle of living as someone’s creation? Does your protagonist fear that they will become like her? 

Make her attractive, fun, quirky. Story B is where we get to stress a bit less about the main conflict to explore more of the story world. Use your stripper character to show what it means to be a creation – do other strippers alienate her? Physical quirks? Some things only she can do because she was “created”, not “born”?

Give her a thematic statement that summarizes what she stands for. For example, she may say: “Some say that beauty is terror. I say there’s beauty in the most terrible things.” as she drags a crying protagonist onto a packed stage. 

Don’t let her drag your protagonist around. Taking in the protag sounds like a fully closed happy ending, but remember that your protagonist must choose to be with your side characters – not the other way around.

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[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag angel baby @guiltyasdave <3 • 18+ under the cut! MDNI!

wip #1 • far too familiar a stranger…feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

a long time ago, logan howlett knew a woman with your face…

i couldn’t not write a ‘worst!logan coming face to face with his tragically dead love interest but from wade’s universe after wade forced her to help them stop the TVA and hating her for bringing up that time in his life until he doesn’t anymore’ fic.

it's crimson because i felt that making whole new mutant reader would be sort of confusing so this fic is in the to the bone universe but it's not the same timeline...if that makes sense lmao

Wade Wilson is the worst neighbor in the entire fucking world. It’s really something you should have known sooner, like ‘the very first day in your new place ending with him breaking in through your window fully suited up after counting the floors wrong and bleeding all over your brand new pottery barn throw rug because he was still a little too concussed to walk’ sooner. Even after that whole fiasco left you with a broken window latch and a beyond fucked non-refundable $80 carpet, you still let yourself entertain his crazy. Just like everyone else whose life Wade crashed into, both physically or metaphorically. And once he's in, you can never really get him back out again. So yeah, maybe this whole thing is your fault. Maybe getting thrown into a barren, dusty void with two somewhat failed X-Men is just all your bad karma manifesting in one huge finger from the universe.

wip #2 • red and yellow kill a fellow! feat. logan howlett & wade wilson

logan doesn’t appreciate you letting wade get one up on him…

finally finally finally getting off my ass and writing logan x reader x wade! i was inspired by this one episode of satc (which is like my favorite show ever bee tee dubs) where charlotte goes out with two guys at the same time and she has sex with one but not the other until one of them catches her with the other guy and they all break it off.

my vision is a little different cause instead of getting mad and leaving when logan finds out reader fucked wade and not him, he figures it's his turn to get even. aka wade in the cuck chair and loving it.

The three of you pass a BMW sitting in a no parking zone, all four windows rolled down as Madonna blasts through the speakers. "So," Wade says, voice breaking the silence for the first time in five minutes. "Who white-washed your guts better?" You nearly trip over your own feet, whipping your head to gape at Wade. "Fucking excuse me?" "You know," Wade shrugs, like it's a perfectly normal thing to ask. The leisurely pace of his stroll not slowing, his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "Who carved the lyrical railway better?" He just keeps going as you stare at him with a repulsed look on your face. "The number one stud that's stuffin' your muffin? That's takin the ol' bald-headed gnome for a satisfying stroll in the misty forest. Pick one hot stuff, they all mean the same thing." Before you can even answer there's a rough, questioning grunt from your right and your stomach flips. Oh. Logan, he was still here too. Still here and right next to you, listening. Oh yeah. "You fucked?" You still haven't slept with Logan yet. You turn to him face slowly, eyes a hair wide as you take in the sharp raise of his brow. "Um..." "Whoops," Wade snorts from somewhere behind your shoulder. "Cat's out the bag."

wip #3 • it's the easiest thing (just love me and eat me) feat. logan howlett

it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…

the same requested sub!logan fic from last wednesday just with a new name and weirder energy! like this has really gotten away from me and turned into something that i can't really explain well enough to make it sound like chill...

lots of religious imagery and symbolism...and some metaphors of cannibalism...idk i'm just a girl with religious trauma and a weird blood fetish sue me.

You've come to think that being in bed with Logan is like being in church. The familiar weight of his body pressing you into the mattress is the alter. The heat of it like laying in the burning flame of a candle. The strong planes of his muscles each a different scripture that you take in by touch alone, skating your hands over his skin with something close to worship. Each bead of sweat on his skin feels sacred, a testament to the intensity between you, as though every part of him has been crafted for this moment of devotion. The hard length of his cock carves a place for itself inside you, each heavy smack of his hips punching another desperate sound out of your slack lips. His breath, deep and ragged, is a chant that pulls you into reverence. It puffs against the wild beat of your pulse, his lips brushing over the fever hot plane of your skin. The sound of your name pulled from his mouth sounds like a prayer answered. You can’t help but close your eyes, not in exhaustion, but in a kind of spiritual surrender, like by shutting out the world, you can truly grasp the divinity of it. There's a holiness to the way he holds you—like you’re the only thing worth believing in.

kisses!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing @superhoeva

[msschemmenti]

sing with me please

emily prentiss x singer!reader

prompt: reader and emily are dating and she’s a rising artist on her first small tour. she’s been gone for weeks but is back in dc for a show. obviously emily is there and reader begs for emily to come on stage and sing their song with her to close out the show.

a/n: au inspired by this picture of paget and this series i’ve been writing for myself about a singing reader/oc. also this is not proofread at all. let me know what you think— and if you’re interested in more stuff like this :)

song featured : juna - clairo

“God, i can’t wait to see you.” y/n breathed down the phone quietly.

“Oh trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m starting to think I should’ve just taken the time off and gone with you.” Emily groaned into the phone from her desk.

“Oh I don’t want to hear it, I tried everything I could to get you to come along. And I mean everything. But you’re married to the job.” y/n replied with a tease.

“Aw, come on. I feel like I haven’t been here long enough to take three months off to follow my pop star girlfriend on her first-ever tour. Plus, it’s not like the world knows who you write all those love songs about anyway. And stop saying I’m married to the job, you know I hate that.” Emily all but whined.

“Right right right. Well, none of that matters now, because in just a few hours you’ll be front-row being serenaded for a good two hours.”

Emily grinned at the thought of having her girlfriend’s attention in a room full of fans. “Having my favorite singer’s attention in a room full of her adoring fans, sounds like a dream come true. What time should I get there?”

“Looks like this shoot is going to run over, so I might not be able to see you before the show. Either way, DeeDee has your name on the list already so you’ll be taken to your seat as soon as you’re there. Are you bringing anyone with you? I can give DeeDee their names too.” y/n rambled in thought.

Emily eyed the bullpen curiously, she hadn’t exactly thought to ask if anyone wanted to go with her. It felt a little too personal and after all this time on the team, she feared Garcia’s reaction to her having a serious girlfriend without her knowledge. “No, it’ll just be me. I’m sure everyone has plans. It is Friday after all.”

y/n chuckled softly at her girlfriend’s words, “Okay, make sure you text me when you get to the venue so I can let everyone know.”

“Yes ma’am. And after the show?” Emily asked hopefully. She really missed having her girlfriend home.

“I’m DC based for the next three months.” y/n grinned.

“Oh thank God.” Emily sighed in relief causing y/n to giggle softly.

“You can thank DeeDee for convincing the label to let me write and record here.”

“Well DeeDee has a very expensive bottle of wine with her name on it.”

There was a bit of shuffling on the other end of the phone and Emily knew the signs all too well, “Listen Em, I’ve got to go. They’re ready for the next outfit. Remember to text me.”

“Okay, I will. I’ll see you later.” Emily smiled.

“Yes, see you later. Love you.” y/n whispered before ending the call and handing her phone back to her manager.

-

“Hi DC.” y/n spoke into the microphone with a bright smile. The room filled with cheers almost instantly as she spoke and her cheeks grew red under the praise. “Oh you all are too sweet. How are we feeling tonight?”

y/n scanned the audience waving happily until her eyes fell on the VIP area she’d requested for Emily. Her eyes lighting up instantly as she caught Emily with her hands cupped around her mouth cheering with the other fans in the room. Sending a wink in her direction y/n spoke in the mic, “You all look so beautiful tonight. Thank you so much for coming out to my final show on my first tour. It’s been so fun meeting and talking to everyone but I’m very happy to be home. With that being said, let make this the best show yet!”

-

Emily was on cloud nine. She was absolutely beaming with pride and she couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be. When y/n said she’d be serenading her all night, she really hadn’t been kidding. As much as she could without making it too obvious, she practically spent the last two hours gazing lovingly into Emily’s eyes. And Emily felt mighty special. Her favorite voice, just for her.

“DC you’ve been so amazing tonight. I don’t think I’ve felt this happy in a long time. My favorite city, in a room full of my favorite people. It’s so so good to be home.” y/n spoke as the band set up for the last song of the night. “As you all know, we’re on our very last song and as much as I hate to end this night– I’m so excited to sleep in my own bed.”

y/n sat on the stool center stage and shuffled some papers on her music stand with a smile. She looked over to Emily with a mischievous smile that had her heart trying to beat out of her chest.

“This last one is very very special to me. It’s my biggest song and the reason I’m even on this tour. But more importantly, it’s about the most important person in my life. My love, my light, my muse.” y/n spoke eyes trained on Emily the entire time. The room awed and cheered happily at the mention of their favorite artist’s secret girlfriend. “I’m lucky to have her here with me tonight and I know she’s going to hate me for this but I wanna do something a lil different for my last show. Em, will you sing with me?”

Emily’s face was beyond red. She was staring at her girlfriend in shock and awe. Not only had she just told this room of people she was the muse for most of her discography but now she wanted her to get up on the stage to sing with her. She was shaking her head in disbelief and fear before she could even think about it. And she looked at her girlfriend like she’d grown a second head.

This only made y/n smile more, “Please Em. You’re my favorite duet partner and I’ve missed singing with you more than anything.”

Emily was cracking. Between y/n’s words and the adorable pout she was sporting there was only so much more she could take from the woman she loved before giving in.

“Everyone, let’s give her some encouragement. Can we chant ‘Emily!’? y/n asked the audience and like the loyal fans they are, their screams filled the room. And there was really nothing Emily could do at that point. Throwing her hands up in surrender, she walked toward the stage looking extremely nervous as the room cheered.

y/n moved to help Emily up the stairs and onto the stage with a blinding smile. “I can’t believe you just did that.” Emily grumbled softly as she rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.

“Kinda surprised you came up.” y/n grinned so hard her cheeks hurt.

“Well, you unfortunately know that i will do anything for you baby. and you sure know how to milk it.” Emily replied and smiled as y/n pulled her toward the stool. She sat Emily down and turned toward the crowd.

“Alright everybody, this is the last one. If you know it sing along.” y/n placed the microphone on the mic stand. She could practically feel Emily’s nerves radiating off of her but knew once this moment would live with them for as long as they lived. y/n stood between her legs and placed a kiss on her nose lovingly before cueing the band to start the song. “Just you and me, like at home.” She coaxed before she started singing the opening line of the song.

“Come to me slowly. It's when you talk close enough that I feel it on my skin, breathe it in.”

The room buzzed in anticipation when y/n nudged Emily softly and stroked her cheek in encouragement. Emily was nervous but she truly felt like she could do anything with her girlfriend’s eyes trained on her. “Most of these days I don’t get too intimate. Why would I let you in? But I think again.”

y/n smiled instantly, throwing in some of the background vocals while Emily sang. She started timidly but with the love shining in y/n’s eyes, she grew more confident with the words. Plus the cheers from the audience helped quite a bit. They joined together sweetly, Emily taking the melody and y/n harmonizing with her as they went. “I don’t even try. I don’t have to think. With you, there’s no pretending.”

When they got to the chorus y/n smiled and turned her head to the crowd, “Come on everyone, You know me, you know me. And I just might know you too.”

The smiles on both women’s faces were permanent as y/n pulled Emily up to dance with her across the stage. In a room surrounded by people who loved her girlfriend, she knew without a doubt that none of them could compete with her. They finished the song with the help of the crowd and when the music came to an end, everyone screamed their appreciation. y/n grabbed Emily’s hand and pulled her into center stage with a laugh.

“DC, give it up for the love of my life!” And despite y/n’s hand on the small of her back, Emily timidly tried to hide from the praise. The applause died down a bit and they wished everyone a farewell before heading backstage.

Finally in the quiet of her dressing room, y/n pulled Emily into a bruising kiss. Pulling away was not a priority, but when it became a necessity their foreheads rested together.

“DC give it up for the love of my life?” Emily teased.

“Yeah. That’s you.” y/n shrugged with a smile.

“Mmhmm, is that so?” Emily asked, squeezing her waist.

“It better be so. I’m sure it’s all over the internet by now babe.”

Emily groaned, “Of course it is. You are so lucky I love you.”

y/n shrugged with a smile and reached up to pinch Emily’s cheek, “Oh I know baby, and I wake up every morning so grateful. And lucky me, I get to wake up in your arms for the next three months.”

Emily sighed happily, pulling the singer into a hug. She mentally prayed for the serial killers of the world to chill out for the foreseeable future and kissed y/n’s head. “Welcome home my love.”

-

y/n

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dc, i love you. but not as much as i love em.

thank you for an amazing first tour. my heart is so full and i can’t wait for the next one. y/n 2 loading…

ps. whoever took that second picture— i owe you my LIFE

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prentissemily literally what does this mean?

prentissemily my superstar xx

y/n my muse xx

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 18: Balls (Bullet Train)

Sometimes (oftentimes) it's true that all you need are Balls. I personally absolutely love Balls. I'm a big fan! Ekhem. Today I'm using the help of (I mean, copying most of the passages from it) my earlier Balls rant that I have written down after my first listen of it back in January. I really love this album and I don't want to completely skip over saying a couple words on it at least but I really don't think I have the headspace to write anything very good for it today. I'll still try though!

So yeah, Balls. It's a great album, fun and chill (in my sense of what I call and consider chill anyway), consistent, as Sparks albums tend to be, and as I suspected / hoped it does fit this specific vibe of driving around at night somewhere city-like and illuminated. Or being on a train deep at night and looking at the world zooming by (if you'd even see much of it on a train at night anyway.....). And I do think that it's not so dissimilar to Gratsax (I'd say now that it's definitely darker and moodier than its predecessor...). So it's interesting to think about how it's considered to be one of the "weak" ones (by music reviewers at least) while Gratsax is so beloved in comparision.

I will admit, I don't really know what the big problem with this album could be. As I said, it's fun, it has the melodies, it has the energy, it has the theatricality (I like seeing how more and more orchestral instruments such as strings are being incorporated into the music, in a way the jump into Lil' Beethoven two years later doesn't come of as THAT much of a shock because of this. The evolution of sound here is fascinating!) I really like the intense beats, just as much as the more laid-back and moodier pieces. And there's lots of gold to be found in the lyrics department as always.

One more thing I wanna say is that at some point I wondered if this music sounds older than it is. Maybe it does? But then I remembered that this was 2000 and honestly when I think about it, there just IS something about this album that fits so well with the Y2K image and vibe and all. Sparks 2000 and all that.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Balls: I mean. It's Balls.

Scheherazade: absolutely LOVE this one and I had the strangest impression of it sounding very familiar when I first heard it. Months later I found out that it was just briefly featured in TSB so I think that explains it (I will talk more about my TSB viewings on TSB day. EVERYTHING has to be explained in excruciating detail, lmao)

The Calm Before The Storm: bugsonas 4ever. Song itself is amazing too

How To Get Your Ass Kicked: how can a song about getting your ass kicked be so pleasant and relaxing, it always keeps cracking me up, how perfect that is actually

Bullet Train: I love it how introducing the topic of the song with a "It's the [topic of the song]" is a reoccurring theme on this album. Thank you Sparks for this ode to technology and art (these lyrics always have me giggling). And also it just goes hard as heck

It's Educational: a perfect fusion of / sequel to I Thought I Told You To Wait In The Car and Progress (it's mostly the vocal delivery that reminds me of the latter)

The Angels: such an odd one here but I still like it a lot, I apparently said that it sounds "surprisingly mainstream for Sparks but somehow in a positive way". It's very sweet and I absolutely love how Russell sings here, it's so different from what we're used to but that only makes it hit you even more in the feels, lol. And I actually prefer the alternative version of this song that's featured as a bonus track, and I do think that's in big part because you can hear Russell better on it (or that was my first impression of it at least and it kind of stuck)

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter nine | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

word count: 6716 words

warnings: smut!! mdni!!!! p-in-v sex, daddy kink (if it makes you uncomfy i’d suggest swiping off lol), fluff, pillow talk, dean calls y/n a ‘slut’ (during sex)

•September 2009

After the long and much needed vacation taken, Dean and Y/N were back out to work after making up manyyy times over the course of the few weeks. Sam and Jo were on their honeymoon in Italy, touring and exploring the wonders of Europe while everyone came back to reality.

Billy was starting his senior year, in hopes of getting a full ride athletic scholarship he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember while Dean and Y/N had to face the music at work. Their relationship was now public knowledge in the building, and Y/N was dreading the comments.

Sure, she was superior in position to a lot of the staff so they wouldn’t make the comments to her face due to not wanting to risk their jobs. But that doesn’t mean gossip isn’t gonna spread. They were the talk of the building at this very moment, since they both “coincidentally” took their vacation times simultaneously the second shit hit the fan.

Boy was Y/N L/N soooo happy to step back into that whirlwind shitshow.

Y/N currently had her phone pressed to her ear, speaking to Jo as she shoveled cereal into her mouth. Billy was taking his sweet time getting ready, as per usual, but she didn’t mind at this very moment. It was still early and she had some time on her hands.

“How’s Italy? Y’all have any interesting adventures yet?” Y/N asked, pausing her spoon in midair as she listened to her best friend on the other end of the line.

"Oh my God yes. You won’t believe the food we’ve been eating so far." Jo gushed, her voice full of excitement. "I swear every bite is like heaven in my mouth. We tried this place last night that did gourmet pasta… it was out of this world." She paused and lowered her voice. "And there’s a lot of Italians here that are very easy on the eyes."

“You’re a married woman, you skank” Y/N cackled, throwing her head back at Jo’s comment.nJo snickered on the other end of the line. "Come onnn, slut! I’m allowed to look. Sam doesn’t mind as long as I don’t touch," she purred through the speaker, laughing.

“Jo, honey. I know enough about your sex life as it is. I don’t need to know more” Y/N shot back in a faux-disgust tone. There was a sound of exaggerated offense and a gasp on the other end of the line. "Oh shush. You used to love getting details. Don’t pretend to be all shy all of a sudden." Jo teased.

“Yeah, yeah..” Y/N chuckled, her mind trailing off to the dreadful day she was about to have at work. Jo’s voice went soft, as if she could sense Y/N’s worry. “You alright, chick? Are you at work yet? How are you and Dean…?” She trailed off and let Y/N fill in the blanks.

“We’re great, actually” Y/N smiled at the mention of Dean. “I’m more so worried about the gossip that’s gonna be spreading like wildfire when I get back” She sighed as she finished her cereal, getting up from the dining room table to discard her empty dish in the sink.

“Oh come on, girl. You’re Y/N L/N. You’re the boss lady now, you’re amazing at what you do and you’re smokin’. Just ignore anything anyone says and do your job.” Jo encouraged, her usual tone of confidence echoing through her voice.

“Don’t let anyone see you sweat babe, especially over something as small as gossip. Besides, I doubt anyone will be brave enough to say anything to your face anyway.” Y/N’s mouth creased into a small pout at her best friend’s encouraging words.

“Thanks chick. I really needed to hear that, so I'll try to ignore it. But don’t worry about me, you enjoy your honeymoon ... and put on that wedding gift I got you” She retorted in a skittish tone as she leaned against the sink.

"Oh you know I will" Jo chuckled through the receiver and there was another noise in the background. "Okay, Sam’s getting antsy to go now. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Be strong! I miss you!"

“I miss you more, love you!” With that, Y/N hung up. Sighing deeply as she reached over to the counter, unzipping her bag to stuff her phone in. “William, hurry your ass up before I make you take the bus!!” Y/N shouted through the house.

A thump and a small crash were heard from the teenager’s room, along with a shout “God dammit!” A moment later, an out-of-breath Billy appeared. “Okay, okay, I’m coming, stop yelling!”

Y/N pulled off the road and into a spot in front of her brothers school entrance, her Jeep coming to a stop. "You got everything you need, bud?" She asked Billy, who was gathering his bag and stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"Yep, got everything," he replied, shoving the last one or two of his items into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder along with his duffel bag of football gear. He turned to look at his sister, his expression going a little more serious. "You're gonna be alright, yeah?"

“I’ll be alright, kiddo. Don’t worry about me” Y/N smiled at her little brothers worrying, reassuring him as she ruffled his hair. Billy brushed away her hand with a huff, fixing his hair to look cool. "Yeah, yeah. I know you've got it all under control" He glanced at a friend and fellow jock in the distance who was calling out his name, motioning him to come over.

"Okay, I've gotta go. See ya after school." He said, making to exit the vehicle. “Whoops!” Y/N called out, honking her horn twice before patting her cheek with her index finger. Billy grumbled, rolling his eyes but leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek before rushing away and joining his friend. "You suck!" He shouted over his shoulder, running backwards.

“Love you too!!” Y/N laughed as she pulled out, now on her way to work. She took a deep breath as her mind wondered to how she was gonna face work, the ringing of her phone in her bag interrupting her thoughts.

Y/N reached one-handed into her bag and dug through the contents, a few pens, some snacks, her wallet, receipts, and… finally, her phone. She pulled it out, answering the call without checking to see who it was. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful" A low, smooth voice purred with a hint of mischief through the speaker, her heart fluttered so of course, it was Dean. “Hey, stud” Y/N responded with equal desire as she navigated her way through the morning traffic.

Dean chuckled. "Stud, huh? I like the sound of that." His tone turned a bit more sultry, and she could clearly picture him in his office, phone pressed to his ear as he lazily sat at his desk. “You’re in work already, aren’t you?” She asked knowingly with a shake of her head.

“Mm, you know me too well” He responded, and over the line, she heard the sound of him leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been here for hours. This project is kicking my ass.”

“Mr. Alder already sent you a project? Jesus” She muttered as she pulled back onto the freeway. Dean let out an exhausted sigh. "Yep, and you know this project is a huge one. It's gonna take me and half the sales and marketing department months to complete at this rate," He sounded weary, defeated, and frustrated all at once.

“I’m on my way, send me an email of the file and I’ll see what I can do” She stated. He seemed to perk up at her statement. "You'd do that?" He asked, surprised and grateful. "Y/N, you don't even have to do that. I don't want you to have your work more swamped than it already is."

“Dean, it was my job from before to juggle my shit and yours. I can handle it” She chuckled, driving up the ramp into the parking structure at Sandover. "You're a lifesaver, doll." He responded with gratitude, the sound of some rustling heard over the line before he continued. "Look, I'll send you the file in ten minutes, and we can meet in my office. Okay?"

She nodded as she put her Jeep in park and unbuckled her seatbelt, “Alright, I’m in the structure right now. I'll get you some coffee and breakfast because I know you haven’t had any yet” She responded in a knowing tone as she took the keys out of her ignition and grabbed her purse, pressing her phone to her shoulder and ear.

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that, huh?" He responded in a teasing tone, but she knew he was secretly grateful that she was looking out for him. “Maybe I’m psychic” She teased back as she exited her car, making her way to the coffee shop down the street from the building.

“I wouldn’t mind you using an ESP thing to read my mind” He responded, his voice taking on a more sultry tone that gave her goosebumps. “Maybe then you can see and hear all the things I wanna do to you when we get home” He continued, the underlying promise in his voice was enough to dampen her panties at 9 am.

“Goodbye, Mr. Smith” She playfully scoffed. "You'll need to keep that attitude in check, Ms. L/N" He retorted with a cocky tone, Y/N rolled her eyes at this as she pushed the door to the already busy coffee shop inwards before muttering. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, baby” She sent a kiss through the receiver before hanging up.

Y/N stepped through the elevator, coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other as she made her way down the hall towards Dean's office. As she walked past, she could faintly hear a few people whisper and murmur upon seeing her, which was expected.

Trying to ignore it, she was quick in her steps towards Dean’s office, gently knocking on the door. The door cracked open slightly and she heard a muffled “Come in,” from the other side before she pushed the door open and stepped into his office, shutting it behind her.

Dean looked up from behind his desk and his expression went from tired and frustrated to pleased upon seeing her enter. “You’ve barely been here a few hours and you already look beat” She said in a concerned motherly tone as she handed Dean his breakfast.

Dean chuckled and took the food from her, setting down on his desk and taking a large bite out of the muffin. He mumbled an “I know” through a full mouth, letting out a sigh with a frown, sinking back into his chair. “Did you send me the file? I’ll take a look at it now” She said, clutching her satchel with her laptop.

He nodded as he took another bite of the muffin, his eyes fluttering shut as he chewed. He opened them again and used the mouse to click on his computer mouse, opening a folder he’d sent to Y/N’s laptop.

“There you go. I marked where exactly I left off. Take a look at it and let me know what you think. I’m gonna go insane at this rate” Dean said, motioning to the many papers and sticky notes that littered his desk.

“Alright, I’m gonna go start on those now.” She nodded firmly, making her way to the door. “Call me if you need anything” With that, she blew him a kiss and exited his office, shutting the door behind her.

He caught the kiss with his hand, pressing it to his heart, smiling as he watched her exit his office. His eyes stayed on the door for a few moments, letting out a small sigh before sitting up straight and focusing on the file.

Y/N stepped out into the hallway, the whispers only getting louder, more intense as soon as she left the office. She did her best to ignore the glances and murmurs, but it was hard to fully tune them out.

She made her way over to her new office that she was appointed when she got promoted and set her purse down, before she pulled her laptop out of her satchel and sat down at her desk. Opening the file Dean had sent her, she got started immediately.

She continued to focus intensely on the work in front of her for hours. It was nearing the end of office hours now and Y/N had the beginnings of a headache. She let out a frustrated sigh as she sat back in her chair, gently rubbing at her temple.

Checking the time, she realized that her brother would be out of football practice soon so she shot him a quick text.

Y/N: | Hey bud, swamped at work. Can one of your friends take you home?

She waited a few moments and a few seconds later, a text from Billy popped up.

Billy: | Yeah sis no worries, my friend said I could stay at her place for a few hours. We’re gonna study for our history quiz.

Y/N’s brows shot up at the ‘her’ in his message, Billy never mentioned a girl before so she was intrigued.

Y/N: | Her??? Does this ‘her’ have a name? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Billy: | Oh my God, chill MOM. She’s just a girl in my class. I think her name is… Jenny or something.

Y/N chuckled at the message.

Y/N: | Yeah yeah, whatever. Just make sure to wrap it, I don’t need any of your spawns eating my food. Love you! xx

Billy: | OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THE WORST. I’m never texting you again. Bye. Love you more. -_-

Y/N chuckled again as she put her phone away. Billy could be a pain in the ass, but she loved him regardless. She checked the time again, noting that it was now nearly 4pm. She stretched in her chair, feeling her shoulders pop and crack as she did.

A knock on the door interrupted her stretching, “Come in!” She called out after repositioning herself. Expecting it to be Dean but it was not. Instead, it was one of her coworkers.

“Hi, Ms. L/N. Sorry if I’m bothering you. I was actually wondering if I could talk to you” Katie said, fidgeting on her feet in front of Y/N’s office door. “Sure, Katie. What’s up?” Y/N asked politely, she leaned forward, resting her forearms against the desk, her fingers interlocked. "Everything okay?"

Katie, a young woman with dark brown hair, a small freckled nose, and bright brown eyes, shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she stood in front of Y/N's desk. She was younger than Y/N by a bit, fresh out of highschool, working as a trainee sales rep under Y/N and had only been working at Sandover for a few weeks.

"Y-Yeah, everything's fine I guess. It's just that..." She began, biting her lip as she broke eye contact with Y/N. “I’m not trying to be a snitch, but people have been saying some really nasty stuff about you. And I know I haven’t known you very long, but it’s getting kinda out of hand. Some of the girls are making nasty comments in our group chat and honestly, as a woman. I couldn’t stand by and see another woman be so bashed for being in love.” Katie blurted out, pushing up the glasses framing her face.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the statement as her heart dropped a bit. She knew that the talk was growing but not to the point they’re talking about it in the group chat. Her gut twisted a bit as Katie’s words sunk in. Her mind was spinning, trying to take in everything that had just been said.

“Well, thank you very much Katie. I appreciate your honesty and I will have it dealt with” She sweetly, her voice tight and restrained as she tried to hold her composure.

Katie nodded and smiled sadly in response, “Of course, I just didn’t want them to go too far, you know? And I’m not the only one here who thinks that their gossiping is wrong, but no one has stepped up to tell them how wrong it is.” She continued as she shuffled again.

“Honestly, I think it’s cute and sweet how you and Mr. Smith are together.” Katie continued, her cheeks tinted a bit red as she admitted. “You two are good together.”

Y/N smiled gratefully at the young girl's compliment, “Thank you so much, it honestly feels good to hear someone say something nice” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Is that all?”

Katie nodded in response. “Yeah, that’s all. I know you’re busy with everything with Mr. Smith. I was just worried.” Katie responded, her expression serious. She offered a small reassuring smile. “Have a nice evening, Ms. L/N” With that, she shuffled out of her office, shutting the door behind her as she left.

Y/N let out heavy breath as she leaned back against her chair, rubbing her temple again as she processed. “Fuck my life” Y/N groaned before pushing herself up from her seat. She could feel herself needing to tinkle as she hadn’t left her office since morning, not even for lunch.

She made her way to the bathrooms, still deep in her thoughts. As she walked down the hallway, her heart was heavy as the speculations of what people were saying followed her the entire way.

Y/N did her best to pay no mind to them, pushing the door to the bathroom and going straight for an unoccupied stall.As she did her business, she tried not to focus on the voices she could hear coming from the next stall. Two other females had entered the bathroom after her and were chatting back and forth and she could hear every word they were saying.

Her heart dropped again, the conversation they were having immediately catching her attention.

Two of her female coworkers had entered the bathroom as Y/N had been sitting in her stall. One of the girls had a more higher pitched voice, while the other had a lower, more mature tone. As they stood at the sinks, fixing their makeup, they began to chat back and forth.

“Did you hear about Dean Smith and Y/N?” The higher pitched girl questioned the sound of her mascara wand clacking against the tube as she applied a fresh coat to her eyelashes.

Lord, not this again. Do they seriously not have anything better to talk about? Y/N groaned internally.

The other girl let out a scoff and shook her head. “I did. Honestly, it’s all anyone has been talking about the past week. I bet it’ll be over by the end of the month and then another rumor will start up. They always do.” The more mature girl said as she swiped on a coat of nude lipstick.

Thank you random girl. Y/N thought and she wiped herself.

The first girl rolled her eyes and let out a sharp scoff. “It just doesn’t make any sense. I mean, he’s so high up and she’s just some measly little secretary. It’s pathetic that he’s even giving her the time of day.” She sneered as she applied more concealer on a blemish on her face.

Yeah, nope. This is nothing happening. Y/N scoffed internally before zipping up her pants and pushing her stall door open.

“Actually, it’s Junior Director of Sales and Marketing. Aka, your freaking boss” She stated, putting up a finger before burying her hands into her cardigan pockets. The two girls froze, the realization of who was in the other stall finally setting in. Their eyes widened and a light blush tinted their cheeks as they stared at Y/N.

“Ms. L/N...We uhh…” The higher pitched girl began, her voice coming out an octave higher than normal. “Oh, so now it’s Ms. L/N. I thought it was ‘measly little secretary?’ ” Y/N scoffed bitterly, air quoting the girl's words before crossing her arms over her chest as she tilted her head, eying the two girls.

Both girls averted their eyes to the floor, their faces burning with embarrassment. The higher pitched girl stuttered a bit, clearly struggling to form a proper sentence. Y/N could see their cheeks burn a brighter shade of pink as they squirmed in front of her.

“We didn’t-”

“It was just-”

The two girls tried to speak, but Y/N placed a hand upwards, palm facing them, in a gesture to, ‘Shut the fuck up’.

They both obeyed, immediately going silent. Both of them could feel themselves shrinking under Y/N’s gaze, the intimidation seeping through it as she crossed her arms over her chest again.

“You both should know better than to engage in inappropriate conversation about someone’s personal life around a professional environment.” Y/N said firmly, her tone cold and harsh.

“Not that who I sleep with is any of your business, but would you like it if I aired out your dirty laundry out in the office?” The two girls stayed silent and shook their heads. “I have half a mind to report you two to HR and Mr. Alder for defamation” Y/N scoffed in disgust, raising both her brows. The promise was empty because HR wouldn’t really give a damn, but they didn’t know that.

They both looked to be on the verge of tears, which Y/N would be lying if she said it didn’t give her satisfaction seeing them like this.

“We’re sorry, Ms. L/N.” They both said in unison, their voices small as they avoided looking at her entirely. Y/N snapped her fingers in front of both their faces, “Hey, eyes up here” She pointed to her eyes in a stern tone.

They both obeyed, lifting their heads to meet Y/N’s eyes with their own. They still squirmed uncomfortably, shifting their weight from one leg to the other like children being scolded by their parents.

Y/N gaze softened, “Girls, I’m not gonna report you. I’m not some bitch that’s gonna run to Mr. Alder and rat you out. Just don’t let yourselves get intertwined in gossip” She said softly, her demeanor shifting from one of a stern parent to a gentle parenting approach.

The two girls’ eyes widened a fraction as Y/N’s demeanor changed, their surprise showing on their faces as she began to speak more gently. They both nodded silently, their heads shifting down again.

“Yes, Ms. L/N.” The lower pitched girl said, her voice hoarse. “We understand.” The higher pitched girl added, her words soft.

Y/N nodded in response to the girl’s words, satisfied with their response. “Good,” she answered simply. She paused for a moment, contemplating if she should say anything else. “Now, I expect you both to keep this incident under wraps, understood?” She stated, her tone once again firm.

The two girls nodded in response, their heads bobbing up and down in agreement. “Yeah, sure, of course” The higher pitched girl answered quickly, eager to get on Y/N’s good side again.

With that, y/n gave the two girls a firm nod and exited the bathroom. Making a beeline to Dean’s office. The hallway was mostly empty as Y/N walked down it to Dean’s office. A couple of employees could be seen walking down corridors here and there, but for the most part it was a ghost town as evening approached.

She let out a shaky sigh as she approached the familiar door with Dean’s name plaque, her heart heavy. She raised her knuckles and rapped gently on the door. It only took a second for Dean’s voice to come through the door, “Come in!”

Y/N sighed, the sound of his voice already making her feel a bit better. With that, she stepped forward and opened the door. “Can I talk to you?” She said in a low tone, closing the door behind her.

Dean glanced up as Y/N entered, his expression hardening a bit as he took in the look on her face. He knew something was wrong. “Yeah, of course you can. What’s going on? Is everything alright?” He responded, his tone instantly switching to a more gentle one.

Y/N’s lips pressed into a thin line, the tough and stern demeanor she had earlier with the girls faltered as she pushed her way over to Dean in his chair, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling in his lap so he didn't see her teary eyes.

Surprise crossed over Dean’s face as Y/N suddenly made her way over and curled into his lap. He tensed up at the unexpected action, but quickly relaxed as she settled against his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, rubbing her back and he could feel her body trembling against him slightly. He leaned his forehead against her temple, his voice coming out a gentle whisper.

“What happened, baby?”

“I- I- fuck” She stuttered, her shoulders shaking a bit as she stifled back sobs. Dean’s heart ached as he felt Y/N’s body shake, immediately wrapping both of his arms around her and pulling her even closer to him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can tell me. You’re okay” He quietly assured, his hand rubbing her back in a gentle manner. He hated seeing her like this. “I thought I could take it. But I don’t know if I can” She sniffled, lifting her head from his neck to wipe her tears.

Dean winced as he saw her tears, his stomach twisting seeing her like this. He lifted his hand up and cupped her face gently, his thumb caressing her cheek as he looked into her eyes.

He knew the rumors and speculations had been getting worse and he could see they were having a bigger effect on her than he thought. “I-I mean, one of my sales reps, Katie, came and told me that they’re slandering me in the office group chat and then when I went to the bathroom. Two of my other sales reps were gossiping about it in the bathroom. One girl called me a ‘measly little secretary’. Like what the fuck?”

Rage immediately flared in Dean as he took in Y/N’s words. He could feel his jaw clenching as he resisted the urge to punch a hole in the wall. His arm instinctively wrapped tighter around her waist, pulling her even closer.

He was furious. How dare they say those things about her? He could feel his blood boiling at the mere thought of it. “I told them I wouldn’t report them to Mr. Alder and gave them a stern warning but that isn’t gonna stop anyone else. I get it, I’m nailed to the cross as the office slut but fuck man” She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“You’re not an ‘office slut’” Dean’s voice came out through gritted teeth, anger evident in his tone as he spoke. It took all the willpower he had not to go and track down the two girls right then and there and give them a piece of his mind.

He lifted his hand again and gently pulled her own away from her face, forcing her to look at him. She scoffed with a shake of her head, “Be for real, Dean. Think about how this looks. I’ve been working here for a much shorter time than half the staff. And then I get promoted. Then the following week a picture comes out of us together before my promotion. We’ve talked about how it looks, I can’t say I blame them”

“You worked your ass off to get that promotion. And you didn’t get that position because you’re dating me, you got it cause you’re damn good at your job.” Dean shot back, his voice coming out a bit harsher than he intended.

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. He hated hearing her talk like that about herself . Y/N slumped in his lap again, curling up to bury her head in his chest. “When will it endddd?” She whined, the vibrations of her voice sending a rumbling feeling through Dean’s body.

Dean huffed out a soft chuckle at her whining, his hand moving from the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. He leaned down slightly, resting his cheek against the top of her head. “I don’t know, doll. But it will, okay?” He said softly, his fingers on his other hand rubbing soothing circles against her back.

“Well, they could say whatever, but I’ve got one thing they’ll never have” She sighed, gripping his shirt. Dean raised an eyebrow quizzically, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “What’s that?” He asked, his voice coming out a soft whisper. He tilted his head against hers, his gaze fixed on her.

“A hot kickass boyfriend..” She grinned widely, leaning upwards to whisper in his ear, “..with an amazing cock” She added in a low sultry tone. Dean’s breath hitched, his heart rate shooting through the roof. His cheeks reddened at her words and he cursed the way her voice affected him.

A low rumble escaped his chest. “Y/N…” he warned, his voice coming out a bit hoarse. “Yes, Mr. Smith?” She mused, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth, looking up at him through her lashes as she toyed with his tie between her fingers.

Dean groaned, his grip tightening on her waist as he looked down at her. His heart thudded hard against his chest as she toyed with his tie, her expression innocent but the look in her eyes anything but. He could feel his skin growing warm and he had to resist the urge to throw her over his desk right now.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locking with hers. “You are such a damn tease” he whispered, unable to look away from her. “And you love it” She chuckled, repositioning herself on his lap so she’s now straddling him. Y/N settled her hands on his shoulders, rocking her hips against his in a way it seemed unintentional but it was very, very intentional.

Dean grunted as she repositioned herself, his hands reflexively gripping her hips, a low hiss coming through his lips as she moved against him. His head fell back slightly, his eyes locked on her as his lips parted. “Y/N…” he let out, trying to keep his voice steady.

He watched her intently, his eyes darkening as she rocked her hips against his. He couldn't help the growl that rumbled in his chest, his grip on her hips tightening. “Fuck, doll..." his voice was rough, filled with lust.

His hands slid lower, grabbing onto her ass and squeezing it firmly. The movement caused his hardening cock to press harder against her, making her gasp. His eyes flickered down to where their bodies met, watching her reaction closely.

“Distract me, daddy. Make me forget what awful things they’re saying” She whimpered into his ear before connecting her mouth to his neck. A low moan vibrated from deep within Dean’s chest as she whispered against his ear. He hissed in pleasure as she bit down lightly on his neck, his hands gripping her ass tighter. "Happy to oblige, sweetheart" he muttered, his voice husky with desire.

His fingers dug into her flesh as he guided her movements, grinding her hips against his throbbing erection. The friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins, making his head spin. "That’s it... just like that" he encouraged, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation.

Y/N continued to rock her hips against his, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt his cock pressing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She nipped at his neck again, sucking on the sensitive skin there before pulling back slightly to whisper in his ear. "I want more, Daddy."

She lifted off of his lap slightly, just enough for her to grab hold of his belt buckle. She started undoing it slowly, teasing both of them as she did so. When his pants were fully off, she quickly undid her pants.

Dean cursed under his breath as she teased him, his patience wearing thin. Once she finally managed to get his pants off, he wasted no time in lifting himself up, pressing her onto his desk. Spreading her legs to fully expose her before him.

He lowered his hand to cup her pussy. He found her dripping wet, which only served to heighten his arousal. He circled her clit with his thumb, applying gentle pressure as his fingers teased her slit. "So fucking wet already" he murmured appreciatively. "You need Daddy's cock that badly?" He punctuated his words.

Y/N cried out loudly, arching her back as Dean touched her sensitive folds. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Yes, please!" she whined desperately, squirming beneath his touch.

Her hips jerked upwards, seeking more stimulation. She needed him inside her, filling her completely. Her other hand reached down to palm his thick shaft through his boxers, stroking it eagerly. All she wanted was to be fucked hard and thoroughly until she screamed. Her orgasm was building rapidly, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Only Dean's cock would provide the relief she craved. Anything else would be unsatisfying in comparison. The sight of her squirming beneath him, begging for him, drove Dean wild. He slipped his fingers deeper into her slick heat, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her. At the same time, he pressed his thumb harder against her swollen clit.

"You're gonna come all over my fingers first, doll" he promised, his voice rough with lust. He pumped his fingers faster, increasing the intensity of his strokes. "Can you do that for me? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me first?”

"Oh god, yes! Please, I'm so close!" Y/N panted, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. Her inner walls clenched around Dean's thrusting fingers, drawing him deeper as she rode the wave of pleasure he was creating.

Dean clamped a hand over her mouth, “As much as I would love for everyone to know you’re my little slut, and only mine. You’re gonna get us caught” Dean growled, hammering his fingers into her soppy cunt.

“Please, please. I can’t take it.” She mumbled against his hand, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Dean pulled his fingers out of her suddenly, leaving her empty and wanting. He lifted her up, spinning her around to face the desk as he positioned himself behind her. Gripping her hips, he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance.

"You want my cock? Then take it like a good little slut" he commanded, slamming into her without warning. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her relentlessly. Each powerful thrust made her body jolt forward, her breasts slapping against the desktop.

The sound of skin meeting skin, mixed with her high-pitched cries of pleasure, filled the room. Dean leaned over her, covering her back with his chest as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. One hand snaked around to pinch and tug at her nipple while the other slid down to rub circles on her clit.

Y/N cried out loudly as Dean entered her, her back arching sharply. The sudden fullness was intense, bordering on painful but she welcomed it nonetheless. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, knocking over papers and pens in her desperation.

"Yes, fuck! Harder, Daddy!" she begged, her hips pushing back to meet his fierce thrusts. The desk rattled violently underneath them, shaking with the force of Dean's powerful strokes. “Goddamn, you’re so wet," Dean groaned, his breath hot against her ear as he kept up his relentless pace.

His free hand traveled down to squeeze her ass cheek, giving it a firm slap, hard enough to leave a mark. “Please, don’t stop!” Y/N pleaded, her voice hitching with each deep thrust. She could feel her orgasm approaching quickly now, spurred on by the intensity of Dean's touch and the sheer dominance he displayed over her body.

One of Dean’s hands reached around to clamp her mouth again while the other found its way around her throat, squeezing the sides of his neck while his cock disappeared in and out of her.

“Begging for it, aren’t ya?” Dean chuckled, his voice low and raspy. He tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air supply just enough to make her dizzy with pleasure. “You wanna come, baby?” He growled.

“Yes, please, let me cum!” Y/N choked out, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The combination of having her throat squeezed and being fucked mercilessly was driving her insane with lust. Dean released her throat, allowing her to gasp in a desperate breath. He then leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, seductive tone. "Under one condition."

“Anything, anything at all,” Y/N breathed heavily, her entire body quivering with anticipation. "I’m the only one who gets to call you a slut. Do you hear me?" Dean demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, sir. I’m your dirty little slut,” Y/N whimpered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She had never been this submissive before, but something about Dean brought out an entirely new side of her. "You don’t call yourself that" Dean affirmed, “Not you—“ He gave her a hard deep thrust, “Not some little sales rep—“ He grunted with another thrust, “Not even God himself. Only me. Understood?”

Y/N nodded frantically, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Only you, Daddy. I understand.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter. She felt so small, so insignificant compared to Dean's raw power and dominance. And yet, she craved more. More of his control, more of his possession. She was utterly lost to him, body and soul.

"Good girl," Dean praised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He rewarded her obedience by rubbing her clit harder, the added stimulation pushing her closer to the edge. "Now come for me, doll. Let go and give me everything."

With those words, he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release overtook him. His hot seed spilled inside her, coating her walls. The sensation was too much for Y/N to handle, and she came undone with a scream of pure ecstasy.

Y/N's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her vision going white as every nerve ending in her body lit up with pleasure. She convulsed around Dean's cock, milking him for every last drop as she rode out the intense waves of her climax.

Tears streamed down her face as she trembled and shook, completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations. She had never experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm before, and she knew instinctively that no one else could ever make her feel this way. Dean owned her, body and soul, and she reveled in his complete domination over her.

As the aftershocks slowly subsided, Y/N collapsed forward onto the desk, utterly spent. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart raced erratically in her chest.

[pepi1989]

Please write more Ben Shelton fluff? Smth like you being a pro tennis player, maybe even ranked a bit higher in women’s tennis and teaming up for a mixed doubles and it’s super cute and flirty and accidental physical touches like hand holding or brushing hands etc or after winning sets he hugs you tight or pecks your cheek etc stuff like that??? Thank youu

omg first request?? loved writing this

Courtside Chemistry - Ben Shelton

The stadium lights shone bright as the mixed doubles match was about to begin. You glanced over at Ben Shelton, already grinning as he bounced on the balls of his feet, adjusting his racket. Ranked 13th in the world, he had that natural confidence that made everything look effortless, but it was the unspoken chemistry between you two that made this match interesting.

“Ready to carry me?” Ben asked, flashing you a playful smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Carry you? Pretty sure I’m ranked higher, remember?”

His grin widened. “Touché.”

The banter eased the tension, but as the match kicked off, it was game on. The two of you moved in perfect sync, rallying back and forth with your opponents, but every now and then, there’d be a soft brush of skin, an accidental touch that left you hyperaware of his presence.

At one point, you both lunged for the same ball, and your fingers tangled. His hand wrapped briefly around yours, sending a spark up your arm.

“Didn’t mean to steal your shot,” he teased, though his fingers lingered just a little too long.

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “You can leave the shots to me, Shelton.”

The match was neck-and-neck, but you both held your ground, with Ben hyping you up between points. “You’re unreal out here,” he murmured after a particularly tough volley.

His voice was soft, and for a second, you almost forgot you were in the middle of a match. “Focus, Shelton,” you reminded him, though your own heart was racing faster than usual.

When the two of you won the first set, Ben turned to you immediately, arms wide open. Before you could react, he pulled you into a tight hug, the warmth of his body catching you off guard. “We’re on fire!” he whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. And just like that, he pressed a quick peck to your cheek, so fast you weren’t sure it even happened. But judging by the smug look on his face, it definitely did.

“Was that necessary?” you asked, trying to keep your cool, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

“Absolutely,” he winked.

In the second set, things heated up even more. You could feel the eyes of the crowd, but all your attention was on Ben. His constant encouragement, his little laughs when you made a great shot, and the way he’d nudge your shoulder every time you passed each other.

And then, during one particularly intense point, you both dashed towards the net at the same time. You barely managed to return the ball when you collided with him, chest-to-chest. The ball went out of bounds, but neither of you moved, standing frozen in place, faces inches apart.

“Guess we make a good team, huh?” Ben said, voice low, his eyes locked on yours.

You swallowed, feeling the heat of his body so close to yours. “Yeah,” you breathed out, barely able to focus.

When you won the second set and the match, Ben wasted no time. Before the crowd even started cheering, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close again. “Guess I’m lucky to have the world’s best partner,” he said softly, his voice a little more serious now, as he pressed another kiss to your cheek, this one lingering longer than the first.

The crowd roared, but all you could think about was the way Ben’s hand felt on your waist and how he seemed a little reluctant to let go.

[tirions]

I would really like to know more about your OCs. They are too interesting and I'd like to know more about what kind of relationship they have with the canon characters.

AHHH this is so sweet🥹🫶🏼 i’m still working on the specifics of my ocs’ relationships with the canon characters and am currently writing out their stories (at a snail pace), but without giving too much away…

zareen is a pure blood vampire who is part of vampire aristocracy.

i wanted to make a character whose story mostly takes place in pre-modern times and in the demon realm, before the sakamakis were born.

most of her story will revolve around her relationship with beatrix, which i’ll get more into soon! it’s very much of a “right person, wrong time” kind of relationship though. i did write something vague about them here, but have a lot more to cover.

as for other characters… she hates karlheinz and richter and doesn’t interact too much with christa.

cordelia and zareen do have some kind of half-baked relationship going on, but it centres on drowning out their own sorrows in each other, even if they hate each other’s guts. it’s toxic on both ends and unsustainable, but it goes on for much longer than it should because, in a way, they’re both in the same boat.

she’s only consistently interacted with beatrix’s sons, but has met all the sakamaki boys. she hasn’t seen them since they were kids though, and she didn’t much care about them in the first place (yeah she’s real swell💀💀😭)

tirion is just an ordinary human,

i’m still working on her and her relationships with the canon characters, but i wanted to create a character who was hardened by her life experiences and very different from the boys/ what the boys would desire. she’s from a very average but hard background, and was financially independent prior to joining ryoutei due to sheer hard work.

she seems apathetic on the surface and has a very practical and more masculine-leaning appearance, but i also wanted to display through her character how difficult it can be, for a teenage girl especially, to hide your emotions through an uncaring facade. even more so when on the inside you’re uncertain and insecure about everything about yourself and the things around you.

i’m still piecing together a lot of her lore, but i think she’ll interact with most of the boys since they all go to the same school.

what i can say though, is that she’ll probably be involved with laito a lot. it might be because i think he’s the most interesting to write about and analyse, but also because he’s such a manipulative person. he can break down tirion’s walls in three seconds, and i guess that’s what i want to convey. as much as she can school her features to stay blank and act like she is all logic and reason, she’s still just a foolish lamb in his immortal eyes. it’s almost too easy for him to point aim at her tender heart.

i’m not sure if i’ll give her a romance yet. i’m not sure who she’d be a good pair with, but if you guys have any ideas, i’d love to know and explore them!

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 47/Epilogue: Mikey Done Good

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

Prev

It has been a month since Mikey's second rescue from the TCRI.

The lair is bright again. There is laughter again. Everyone smiles and jokes and has fun again.

It's a home again.

Casey Jones Jr. smiles as he works to tidy up the lair, moving the empty and flattened cardboard boxes over to a side tunnel so they can be placed in a dumpster later. Usually, none of them mind the clutter or the mess from moving, but they're having guests over tonight and Casey wants to make a good impression.

Speaking of, CJ gets a notif from the security system that April has arrived. She waltzes in moment later, smiling brightly.

"Whattup, family!" she yells loudly, announcing her arrival to all who didn't get the notification. "It's your favourite person! Apriiiiiiiiiiiiil O'Neil!!"

CJ rolls his eyes as Donatello and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 come out to greet her.

"Hey, April!" Donnie responds, quickly fistbumping her in greeting. "How was class?"

"Pretty good. My report got an A, so I'd think I'm a shoo-in for the competitive writing finals this year. I heard the winners get to intern for Channel 6!"

Donnie rolls his eyes and smiles.

"You always did like the news."

"Congrats, bromigo!" S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 cheers, activating a few streamers and confetti, much to Casey's annoyance at having to clean the hall again.

"Where's everybody else?" April asks, glancing up and down the halls.

"Raph is still getting the dining room set up," Donnie says. "And Mikey's making dinner."

"Mikey is?" April asks, eyes wide, yet nowhere near as wide as her smile. "He's cooking again?"

"We've been practicing a few recipes," Casey announces proudly. "He felt confident enough to try making some of the food tonight."

"Lemme guess... pizza?" April chuckles as she follows the others into the living room to help Raphael set up. "I can't wait for another Mikey original! So, is everybody coming tonight?"

"My mom said she'll be here in a bit," Casey answers as he starts wiping down the table for the fourth time. "Agent Bishop and Honeycutt will be arriving within the next fifteen minutes, I think."

"Pops and Draxum are still waiting for Leo to wrap up his appointment. They're cuttin' it close, but Leo promised to be on time," Raph says as he carries a stack of plates into the room. "Which means he'll be fashionably late again."

Donnie sneers.

"You'd think a guy who can make portals to any place on earth would understand how to be punctual."

"I still can't believe it's been a month," April awes. "Everything flew by so fast!"

"And it doesn't help that the one day at the TCRI felt like a whole week," Raph groans. "Hey, who's in charge of silverware?"

"I got it," Casey offers, running into the kitchen and returning a moment later with the cutlery. "So, Mikey made pizza, Raph made breadsticks, and I made salad."

"I brought mini shish kabobs and dip," April offers, holding up a tupperware with grilled veggies on skewers.

"Sounds great! Mom mentioned bringing brownies..." Casey recalls, "Bishop and the Professor offered to pick up drinks, and Master Splinter and the Baron said they'd grab some Yokai hors d'oeuvre from the Hidden City vendors. So I think we'll be good!"

The group continue to set up the dinner table just as three more guests enter from the subway tunnel.

"I HAVE ARRIVED!!!" Cassandra yells loudly, waving her hockey stick around like a crazed chimpanzee as she runs.

Cass rushes forwards and wraps her arms around CJ as tightly as she can. He reciprocates with a laugh.

"ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ," Fugitoid remarks as he and Bishop walk in next, "ʙᴜᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴀʟᴍᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ."

"Hey, Professor!" Casey greets with a smile. "You're looking good. New upgrades?"

"ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ. ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ…"

"Anything for a fan of my work," Dee jokes. "And you've brought drinks. Any flavourless juice?"

"Sorry, just sodas," Bishop says, holding up a few grocery bags filled with large liters of name brand seltzers.

"We can't expect you to be perfect all the time," Donnie grumbles.

"Where's Mikey?" Bishop asks.

"If he heard Cass's war cry, then he should be here any second --"

Almost on cue, Mikey comes bounding out of the kitchen at full speed, pouncing at Cass and zipping around her waist and shoulders in excitement like a hyped-up cat. He eventually perches just above her shoulders, chirping excitedly and giving her a noogie. She laughs as she reaches up and pulls him down, matching his energy and nooging him right back.

Mikey laughs before releasing his hold on her and running over to Bishop and Fugitoid, reacting much more calmly and rising to stand on two legs for them.

"Hi, guys!" he says, a smile growing across his doughy and flour-caked face.

"ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ!" Fugitoid greets. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ."

"Thanks! I'm all patched up now, see?" Mikey says as he enthusiastically shows off the large scars on his abdomen and neck. "My only complaint is the physical therapy's boring; but it is helping me to get back into my old hobbies!"

"I see you've taken up cooking?" Bishop asks, pulling a small chunk of sticky dough off Mikey's face.

"Oh, yeah. Whoops! I got a little carried away... but the pizza should be done in a while! Just enough time to talk about stuff and wait for the rest to get here! We can catch up!"

"Yeah, how's it going with the whole TCRI business?" Casey asks as he takes the brownies and sodas into the kitchen, the rest following after him and Mikey.

"Going really well," Bishop nods with a smile. "Which is surprising, considering everything. You'd think an evil corporation would try to hide their misdeeds, but what with all the leadership gone, everyone's turning on each other and revealing the truth!"

"Seriously?" Raph asks, eyes wide. "That's awesome!"

"Why haven't we heard anything about it on the news?" April asks.

"I doubt the local police will let any kind of news about a failed government study get in the public eye," Bishop sighs. "But they're handling it pretty well. Most scientists want to plea bargain, and from what I've heard the TCRI will be completely and permanently shut down within the next few days. Not just the sites stationed in NYC, but all over the globe! Then there's proceedings, court hearings, lawsuits from disgruntled employees for harassment, assault, and unfair work environments, just to name a few."

"Sounds like you have your hands full!" April laughs, moving aside as Mikey skirts behind her to retrieve a bottle of tomato sauce for the pizza.

"ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ!" Fugitoid chimes in. "ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴄʀɪ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ!"

"And that's where you two come in, hm?" Donnie asks with a smirk.

"I think it's time we rebuilt the Earth Protection Force from the ground up," Bishop nods. "Make it the way it was supposed to be. Something we can actually rely on."

Mikey smiles brightly at the agent as he shreds the cheese over the pizza dough and tomato paste. Though in his distraction, he accidentally spreads the cheese onto the countertop rather than the pizza itself. He hastily scoops up the cheese and sprinkles it back wherever it looks needed.

"Well, you're perfect for the job!" Casey beams.

"And I know a few girl scouts who would be VERY EXCITED to help!" Cass exclaims, forgetting her inside voice for a moment.

"I'll take that under consideration," Bishop responds with a roll of his eyes. "I could use some extra help. There are a lot of bad guys out there..."

"Speaking of," Raph slides in, clearing his throat. "Any updates on a certain 'you know who' and her location?"

"Abigail Finn is still incognito," Bishop sighs. "Though, Donatello's facial tracking system and security measures have helped us to keep a few tabs on her. But she's staying discreet, keeping a low profile and avoiding anything illegal. Which is good."

"Just give me a reason to annihilate her," Donnie whispers to himself. "Or to at least let me go semi-lethal..."

"Have you made any attempts to arrest her?" Casey asks.

"We... considered it," Bishop sighs. "But we felt that it would be better to let it slide. If we did make any attempts, you can bet she'd try to twist the truth and reveal everything she knows about you guys."

"So essentially, you're at a stalemate," Casey grumbles.

"Pretty much. We know dirt on her, she knows dirt on us. So long as we stay out of each others' ways, we're fine."

"ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ?" Fugitoid asks.

"Mostly helpin' with recovery," Raph answers. "In different ways."

"ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴍɪᴄʜᴇʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ?"

Mikey sighs as he shoves the pizza into the oven. Not a begrudging sigh, but more of a 'where do I start' kind of sigh.

"Well... it's been a lot. First was the whole bedridden thing. Then the physical therapy started. Case was a HUGE help with that, he's an expert on it! And after that... it was a mix of stuff. My memory's gotten better, thanks to Draxum's mystic goop. He said by the rate I'm healing at, all my memories should be back by the end of the month!"

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ!" Fugitoid remarks, though the 'mystic goop' comment flies right over his head.

"Yeah... but it's not always easy," Mikey admits. "I have some bad days, a few relapses. Sometimes I still forget names and call one of my brothers by their life-colour instead. Sometimes I talk in the third person instead of the first. Some days I can't talk at all! Walking is... still wacky and tough to get used to. I'm comfortable doing both two legs and four, but I'm faster on four. My vision still acts up, but I've learned to control it a bit better. Dee and I have been training it to shift on command instead of in reaction to light! All in all, adjusting is weird."

"I bet," Bishop nods.

"Wildest thing -- pun intended -- is the whole 'animalistic traits' junk that happens. Like, I still don't get some social cues?" Mikey admits. "Like most people shake hands, but I'll smell or sniff a person first. Most people hug, I climb on them and wrap my whole body around them like a snake. I'll growl if I'm angry. Sometimes I bite when I get startled. Stuff like that."

"Don't forget that one week where you kept making nests all over the lair and storing food in your room," Donnie chimes in.

"I'm just glad you haven't tried to mark your territory or anything," Raph jokes.

Mikey gives him a joking side-glare before continuing.

"Well anyways, it's been weird and confusing but I'm doing a lot better now. I'm really happy again! Which, I'll be honest... surprises me sometimes. The nightmares aren't as constant. They happen, and sometimes I wake up and I don't know where I am. But my family's there to help whenever. I didn't think I'd be this happy this much for a long time... But here we are!"

April starts tearing up out of joy and goes to hug Mikey, who laughs and hugs her back.

"ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʏᴇᴛ?" Fugitoid wonders.

"One or two," Mikey shrugs. "Though Raph would rather I wait a little longer. I'm kinda glad I kept the mutations, they really help with tracking and stuff -- and the looks on the villains' faces when I start climbing the walls is priceless!" Mikey cackles.

"ᴀɴᴅ… ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ?"

"Not as bad," Mikey explains. "Practically gone. Sure, Instinct pops up every once in a while. He really likes to talk during fights and junk. But Raph's been helping me out with him."

Raphael smiles proudly at the mention.

"Therapy's been good too," Mikey continues. "It helps to just... talk it out with someone."

"You've been doing therapy?" Bishop asks in pleasant surprise. "With who? A human therapist?"

"Actually, there's a Yokai clinic in the Hidden City," Mikey smiles. "Draxum recommended it to Leo, and Leo recommend it to all of us."

"Ohhhh, so is that the appointment Casey mentioned?" April asks.

"Yeah," Mikey says with a grin. "I'm really happy that Leo took the initiative to go, that was huge for him. And he's doing a lot better, too!"

Mikey continues to explain their experiences with their therapists as he works with the pizza, pulling it from the oven and sprinkling garlic and herbs into the crust before setting it back in for a few more minutes...

"Leo's therapist has been giving him tips on how to improve his mental health, gain more self-worth, and deal with his own intrusive thoughts. He said I'd like talking to them, so I went in for a sort of trial run. It was... a little awkward at first. The initial couple of sessions were just us getting to know each other and my therapist asking about my family and some hobbies, which I kinda didn't expect at first? I guess I figured that we'd jump right into the issue... But the more we talked, the closer we got and the easier it was for me to open up about my traumas and problems. So, uh, there's that!"

Mikey chuckles as he checks on the pizza again. Five more minutes, maybe... He sighs as he leaps onto the kitchen counter and perches there.

"So, I guess this is our new normal," April notes. "Everything seems to be all wrapped up for the most part."

"Except for one thing," Cassandra grumbles. "The blue turtle and his fathers aren't here yet! I want to eat the pizza already!!"

"It's not even out of the oven," Raph scolds.

"I'LL EAT IT WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Cass shouts, pumping her fists. "I'LL EAT IT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE FIRE! IT'S NO MATCH FOR ME!!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuuuure," April jokes.

"When is Leo getting back, though?" Mikey asks.

"By my calculations, he'll be here in the next three minutes," Donnie declares. "My tracker says he and Papa and Draxum just left the Yokai clinic and should be getting their contributions for dinner right about now."

"Great! They'll arrive just in time for the pizza..."

The group continue talking about whatever they can until Leonardo's portal illuminates the outer room. Warm welcomes, questions on how the session went, how Leo's doing, what Draxum has been up to, and so on until everyone decides that they are starving and sit themselves down for dinner.

The group catch Leo up to the discussion through the salad and appetizers. He huffs at the mention of Dr. Finn. Draxum catches the others up on the recent finishes to his home and how Huginn and Muninn have come back to work for him again.

Fugitoid pretends to eat the food, which causes Casey Jones to snort his soda through his nose and the entire table laughs, even John Bishop.

Mikey uses his mutated tongue to snag an hors d'oeuvre off of Leo's plate when he isn't looking. Splinter sees and snickers loudly, which alerts Leo to Mikey's second and third attempts.

The pizza comes out a few minutes later, hot and ready. The crust is a bit warped and has strange knots, the cheese is mismatched and looks odd, and the toppings are strangely arranged. It's the wackiest-looking flatbread the world has ever seen.

Yet when each guest takes a bite, they are wonderfully surprised. It is quite possibly the most delicious pizza in the world, despite its flaws and outward appearance.

"Mikey, you made this?" Leo asks with shock as he chows down on the slice.

Mikey nods as he eats his own cheesy triangle.

"Wow, dude! This tastes awesome!"

Mikey's smile stretches across his face as Leo pats him on the back.

"You did good, Mikey! You did really good."

The End.

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[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

update!!

i have finished editing the essay!! i know for a fact i haven't included everything of relevance because the writing in this game is crazy intricate, but it's finally at a stage where i'm relatively happy with it. i started this months ago for my friend just to explain haikaveh's dynamic, and it's since snowballed out of control, so thank you to everyone who's shown interest and supported my lil passion project <3333

it's going to take a bit to upload and publish since i'll need to work a few things out!! hopefully i'll post everything sometime next week <3 i was planning on posting the excerpts below after i published the essay, but in the meantime if there's an excerpt that's of particular interest to you i'll post it on here for you to read ahead of time!

[anotherpapercut]

I agree that drugs should be legalised and not stigmatized but you're delusional if you think "most drugs can be consumed completely safely with almost 0 risk to the user"

I think the key here is the word "can" by which I mean that if consumed in safe doses and safe environments and from safe sources etc most like mainstream drugs (I'm thinking of like mdma, LSD, shrooms, ketamine, coke) CAN be consumed safely with very little risks. I know this to be a fact #1. because I've done a lot of actual research on this where I've read numerous sources from scientists doctors and users as opposed to just say taking in the abstinence only information I received during school, reading a couple Tumblr posts and assuming I know everything there is to know about the topic and #2 I've used every drug I just listed and more and never suffered any adverse effects because I did my research, tested them for impurities when appropriate, and took other measures to ensure my safety

there are obviously exceptions and drugs that just shouldn't be fucked with (meth and heroin is what I'm thinking, but I also know people who have consumed these once or twice with 0 repercussions because that's how human experience works), but if you're actually interested in learning more about the many ways in which you were lied to about how "illegal drugs" are somehow automatically much worse for you than prescription drugs or socially acceptable drugs (like caffeine and alcohol) then feel free to either 1. do your own ACTUAL research that does not involve trusting for profit rehab centers and abstinence only educators (I'll even get you started with a couple good resources) or 2. message me off anon to have a real discussion about the mechanisms by which the most common drugs operate and the ways in which they can be consumed as safely as you can consume alcohol cigarettes and energy drinks but sending me your half cocked uninformed and unnecessarily insulting opinion on anon is not exactly productive. additionally, I'm sure you can see why I struggle to see or believe that you ACTUALLY think drugs should be destigmatized and aren't just parroting what you think the correct woke opinion is when you refuse to even take the very first step to destigmatizing drugs, drug use, and drug users and actually unlearn all the stigmatizing things you've been taught

I know that it's a lot easier just to port over all the things you've learned from dubious sources that you trusted implicitly because they claimed to be an authority and not actually do the work required to achieve the goals you claim to support, but easier doesn't mean right

[citrus-teas]

Hello my loves I'm sorry I dropped off the face of the planet right after opening commissions!! A couple of very stressful interpersonal problems and a really gnarly URI/chronic illness stuff stopped me in my tracks but I'll be back posting art soon! I'll likely take down and remake my commission sheet because for now I'll have to close my commissions and focus on personal art until I'm stronger again. I'm so sorry for the confusion and I hope I'll get to make stuff for you soon!!!

[jessamine-rose]

*squeezes aine this time*

Read my Yandere! Dottore fics first (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Chemistry ๑ Magnum Opus

So @ainescribe decided to surprise me with more Darling fan art, this time of Dottore’s Assistant!! *sobs* I love it so much ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Once again, feedback will be in the tags. Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, Aine <3

[asksimonbelmont]

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