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cyankeiya · 4 months

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Until the next morning

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru

Word(s): 4.5k+

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Tags: labor, waterbreaking, tmpreg, twin birth, unassisted birth, explicit birth, orgasmic birth

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Satoru had been in labor since yesterday.

He was to be due for the birth of his and Suguru’s twin babies a couple days prior to him having contractions yesterday in the late afternoon. At the time, they were very far apart from each other, around 30 minutes, then late in the evening, they went down to 20 minutes apart. Satoru and Suguru spent the second half of the day waiting for the labor to progress, with Suguru helping his husband ride out the contractions in their home.

It was already morning the next day. Sleep did not come easy for neither Satoru nor Suguru last night. Satoru managed to fall asleep for a couple hours, but was mainly kept awake by the rough contractions. Suguru couldn’t really sleep much either due to Satoru’s loud groans of pain and also Suguru just being so anxious for his partner.

The couple lay in their shared bed, close and facing each other. Satoru closed his eyes, blowing out slow breaths and groaning softly as the contractions were coming in at 10 minutes apart while Suguru massaged his hand along his partner’s large, aching belly in wide, gentle circles. Satoru opened his eyes, and saw that Suguru’s dark eyes looked tired and heavy.

“Sorry to keep you up,” Satoru said.

“No, don’t apologize.” Suguru said, kissing Satoru’s temple and continuing to rub his belly. “What matters is you right now.”

“I’d love it if I got to push today.” Satoru nodded. He’d been in labor, let alone pregnant, for too long, he was so ready to birth the twins. As Suguru smoothed his hand over Satoru’s stomach, he felt a bit of the babies’ movement in his palm.

“Wanna try and eat a bit?” asked Suguru. “I’ll bring food up here while you rest.”

“Yeah, sure, thank you.” Satoru pushed himself up with his arms. He’d been so focused on the pain yesterday that he barely ate, but he knew that he needed to try and eat today while his labor was still progressing.

“I’ll be back soon,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s arm and headed out of their bedroom to the kitchen.

Suguru came back with beverages in plastic cups and food on paper plates since they were going to be in their room for what could be the next few to several hours. For both of them, it was water, tea, some fruit, and toast.

“Don’t eat too fast,” Suguru reminded him as they ate, his hand on Satoru’s back. “Or you’ll get heartburn.”

“I know,” Satoru replied, taking slower, smaller bites.

Although Satoru was still having contractions, the couple finished breakfast without any major incident. They disposed of their trash and rested in their bed. The two sat up against the pillows along the headboard, with Satoru breathing through the cramping pains and Suguru close beside him, massaging his belly gently.

“Good, Satoru, breathe just like that.” Suguru’s voice was so soft and gentle. Despite the pain of labor, Satoru was quite at ease with Suguru being so comforting like this to him.

Satoru then had an intense contraction, exclaimed at the pain and hunched over, grabbing underneath his belly. Suguru immediately pressed his hand to his husband’s chest. Satoru blew out a huff of breath as the pain subsided.

“That was 6 minutes from the last contraction. I guess I’m gonna have the babies soon after all.” Satoru smiled. Suguru smiled back at him and kissed his lips.

Satoru sat at the edge of their bed and Suguru stood in front of him, their arms latched together. Satoru hung his head down against Suguru’s torso, breathing slowly through the contractions, which were currently 4 minutes apart. Satoru let out low groans of pain after each breath.

“Mmm…Suguru…” Satoru muttered.

“That’s good, Satoru, you’re doing so good.” Suguru said. He ran his fingers through Satoru’s soft white hair and kissed his head. “Wanna try walking around in the room for a bit? See if your water will break?”

“I’ll try.”

Suguru helped Satoru stand up, they walked around their room, Satoru holding onto a wall with Suguru holding his right side for support. Satoru started to limp a bit, and there was more pressure building up in his cervix.

“Getting pretty bad, huh?” Suguru asked.

“It’s been that way,” Satoru nodded, eyes shut. He leaned over a bit as he had another contraction, blowing out a huff of breath. Suguru held his hand under Satoru’s gravid belly, feeling a bit of movement from their babies against his palm.

“They started moving more when your hand was there.” Satoru laughed a bit through a labored breath. “They wanna meet their daddy.”

“I can’t wait to meet them either.” Suguru smiled. He and Satoru kissed on the lips. Their eyes met as they pulled away, and it drove them to a full makeout session as they stood along the wall of their bedroom.

Satoru suddenly felt a largely intense pressure immediately build up in his belly. He pulled away from kissing Suguru, yelling out and hunching over. Suguru saw as fluid gushed out from underneath Satoru’s shorts and onto the carpet between his legs.

His water broke.

Satoru was still hunched over, gasping through the pain of one of the babies’ heads pushing against his cervix. Suguru held his hand to his taller partner’s chest so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Breathe, Satoru,” Suguru reminded him gently. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Satoru spent this next moment in complete agony. His contractions were within a minute of each other, he let out more loud moans of pain. He sat on the toilet, pants off, struggling in his seat to try and find a position that was even slightly a bit more comfortable. Suguru stood in front of him, letting Satoru hang off of him as he endured those contractions.

“OHHHH MY GODDDD–“ Satoru exclaimed, his screaming becoming heavy pants as he came down from a strong contraction. Tears dripped from his eyes onto his lap. He buried his face into Suguru’s stomach as he sobbed, knowing things were only going to progress faster and become more intense. “SUGURU, MAKE IT STOP!!”

“I know, honey, I know. I wish there was more I could do.” Suguru said, rubbing his hand to Satoru’s back. He then kneeled in front of Satoru, pressing foreheads with him, smoothing his hands over Satoru’s heavy, aching belly in wide, gentle circles.

“Hrrrggghhh…fuck!!” Satoru grunted at another contraction. “Ahhhhh I can’t…!!”

“Yes you can, you got this,” Suguru spoke gently, hands still on the heavy swell of Satoru’s belly. “Breathe, Satoru, you’re so, so strong.”

More screaming and sobbing from Satoru as he sat on the toilet, Suguru in return praising and encouraging him as he labored.

“This is all your fault,” Satoru muttered.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” Suguru responded, kissing Satoru’s head through his fluffy white hair. “Wanna get into bed?”

“Mhm, yeah,” Satoru nodded. Suguru helped Satoru off the toilet, letting him hang onto him. On the way out the bathroom, Suguru grabbed the supply basket from the sink counter and some towels.

Suguru laid the towels along Satoru’s side of the mattress. Satoru climbed into bed, laying on his side and pressing a pillow to his heavy aching belly. He was exhausted, aching all over, and drenched in sweat. Suguru stood at Satoru’s side of the bed, wiping his partner’s sweaty forehead with the washcloth before holding out his hand for him to squeeze.

Suguru stroked Satoru’s fluffy white hair. “I’m gonna get the mirror, okay? I’ll be quick.” He rushed to the opposite corner of their bedroom to grab the full-length mirror so they could both see Satoru’s progress through the birth.

“Sugu, come back…” Satoru whined out from the bed.

“I’m here, I’m here now.” Suguru rushed back to Satoru’s side after leaning the mirror against the drawer next to their bed. He rubbed his hand to the side of Satoru’s belly and helped him sip some water. Satoru let out soft whimpers of pain as his contractions were coming in within much less than a minute of each other.

“Suguru…I need to pushhhhh…” Satoru panted in a desperate huff, reaching for Suguru’s forearm.

“Okay, I’ll check you first.” Suguru lifted his leg and checked his dilation, saw he was dilating but he wasn’t ready. “It looks like you’re only around 6 cm.”

Satoru groaned in frustration. Tears welled up beneath his sky blue eyes, glistening his snowy lashes.

“I know, you’re almost there,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s belly soothingly. “Just a little longer, okay?”

Satoru clutched Suguru’s hand as he labored lying down, his panting becoming rapid while the agonizing pain became more unbearable. He muffled his screams and cursing into the pillow he was hugging. Suguru did his best to soothe him, rubbing his belly and whispering affectionate, encouraging words to him.

“That’s it Satoru, just breathe,” Suguru reminded him gently. “You’re at 8cm now, you’re almost there.”

Satoru slowed his breathing, taking slow deep breaths. He sort of calmed down for a bit to try and regain his focus. Satoru looked down at their clasped, joined hands, which wore their silver wedding bands on their ring fingers. He looked up at Suguru who’s soft, dark eyes looked so lovingly at him.

“Suguru…” Satoru let out a weak breath.

“It’s me, baby,” Suguru said. He kissed Satoru’s hand and brushed his messy snowy-white hair out of his face. “It’s me. I’m right here.”

Satoru nodded. Even in the midst of the incredible labor pains, Suguru being with him was enough to make it all a little more bearable.

“I love you,” Satoru said.

“I love you too,” Suguru smiled. “Love you so, so much.” He kissed Satoru’s temple, which then led to Satoru turning his head and pulling his husband’s head in for a kiss on the lips. “My love,” Suguru whispered.

“My one and only,” Satoru whispered back.

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Once Satoru was fully dilated at 10cm, Suguru had him get into the birthing position he wanted. Satoru chose to lean his back against Suguru’s stomach, legs spread. They sat on the mattress right in front of the mirror to watch Satoru’s progress.

Satoru did not waste time pushing. The process was met with more yelling and panting.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing amazing,” Suguru said, keeping hold of Satoru’s hand.

“Ohhh…Suguru, I can’t!!” Satoru whined as he leaned his head back against Suguru’s shoulder. He gripped Suguru’s hand tightly as he felt the overwhelming pressure intensify between his legs. “I can’t do this!!”

Suguru rubbed Satoru’s big, hardened belly and kissed his cheek. “I know it’s hard, baby,” Suguru spoke softly. “Just try to rest for a bit. Breathe.”

Satoru took a rest from the pushing, catching his breath as he breathed through these next few contractions. Suguru continued to gently massage his belly, then rubbed his tender chest with his other hand. He looked in the mirror, which was reflecting a full body angle of Satoru, breathing heavily and leaning back against him with his legs spread, shirt lifted above the swell of his large, heavy belly.

The sight of his beautiful, birthing husband was too much for Suguru Geto.

“You know how good you look birthing my babies right now?” Suguru spoke softly into Satoru’s ear.

“Suguru, you’re so naughty,” Satoru laughed an exhausted laugh. “You want me so bad, even like this?” He knew how much Suguru loved him and his body, especially during the months when he was all round and pregnant and full of his babies.

You’re so gorgeous. I can’t ever get enough of you.” Suguru nuzzled his face into Satoru’s neck. “I love you.” Suguru said as he kissed Satoru’s neck and cheek.

“Suguru, please,” Satoru panted, looking at his husband, feeling hot with want for Suguru’s touch. “Suguru, please, touch me, I need you.”

Suguru leaned into Satoru’s face and kissed his lips, then again, then a few more times. Suguru’s kisses were so soft, gentle, and passionate, Satoru was totally melting now. Suguru reached his hand down to Satoru’s crotch and pressed two fingers to the tender lips of his opening. Satoru let out a soft moan at the touch. “Does that feel okay?”

“Mhm, yes~ More~”

Suguru slowly moved his fingers up and down Satoru’s crotch. “My Satoru’s so beautiful,” Suguru whispered softly into his partner’s ear. “Relax, baby. You’re in so much pain right now. Let me make you feel good.”

“Mmm…Suguru~” Satoru moaned. He pulled Suguru in for a passionate kiss. Suguru made quicker work of his fingers against Satoru’s swollen crotch. “It feels so good…”

“I love you, baby,” Suguru whispered.

“I love you too.”

They kissed a few more times. Suguru continued to rub his fingers at Satoru’s opening, his other hand gently massaging his swollen, tender chest. More soft moaning and whimpering from Satoru as he could feel Suguru’s fingers stimulate him.

“Suguru, I’m gonna come,” Satoru huffed. Suguru removed his hand from his husband's crotch. Satoru moaned as he came. He panted to catch his breath, eyes shut before he opened them and looked at Suguru, whose soft, dark eyes and smile were locked in on him.

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Suguru gazed.

“I love you, I love you,” Satoru breathed.

“I love you too.”

They kissed again, then a few more times. Satoru melted into Suguru’s embrace, even in the midst of the pain of labor he could bear it better just having his husband with him.

Satoru could feel himself having another contraction.“I-I’m gonna push now,” He breathed between kisses.

“Alright, push,” Suguru said as he pulled away from a kiss.

Satoru spread his legs, waiting for another contraction before he breathed and pushed. Pushing became easier this time after Suguru pleasured him.

“That felt…that felt so good,” Satoru laughed.

“Awesome, you’re doing amazing.” Suguru smiled, kissing Satoru’s sweaty face.

Suguru reached his hand between Satoru’s legs. Satoru pushed into Suguru’s hand, Suguru felt as the baby’s head bulged.

“Keep pushing, Satoru,” Suguru said.

Satoru's breath quickened at the next contraction, pushing again, then again. He exclaimed through a harder exertion of force, feeling the lips of his opening stretch further apart as the baby’s head made its way out of his body.

“Baby’s head is out, honey, you see that?” Suguru said, eyes looking in the mirror. Satoru followed, and saw in his reflection that he’d pushed the first baby’s head out completely.

“Yes, I do,” Satoru let out an exhausted laugh. “They have hair.”

“Yeah they do have hair.” Suguru laughed and pressed his lips to Satoru’s cheek. “You’re doing incredible.”

Now came the hardest part…getting the shoulders out. Satoru’s breath quickened at the start of a contraction, and he groaned through another big push. A few more pushes, and he could feel himself stretch more, to where he feared he was at his limit.

“Hrrghhhh…ohhhhhh…!!!” Satoru clenched his teeth as he had a contraction, but couldn’t push due to a searing pain that cut through between his legs. “Suguru!!!”

“Satoru,” Suguru spoke, worried because Satoru’s tone sounded very pained. “Baby, I’m here, what’s wrong?”

“Oh my god…I’m gonna tear, I’m gonna tear,” Satoru panicked. “FUCK!!! SUGURU, I’M GONNA TEAR, IT’S BURNING!!” He started panting and gasping, the pain acute and overwhelming.

“Okay, you can stop pushing for a bit.” Suguru spoke softly. Satoru stopped pushing, clutching at Suguru’s shoulder, letting him know how scared and vulnerable he was. “Breathe, breathe, Satoru,” Suguru gently rubbed Satoru’s belly. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Satoru slowed his breathing down again, breaths heavy and labored as himself. More tears stung his eyes. He would ask Suguru to pleasure him again, but he was too scared that any pressure to his crotch when it was strained would hurt.

“Suguru…I can’t push like this, I need to get up and turn around.” Satoru panted.

“I’ll help you up.” Suguru said, guiding Satoru to sit up and turn around to get on his hands and knees.

“Ohhhhh…” Satoru groaned. The baby was big, and with the head pushed out, the gravity was pulling down on his belly even more.

“I know, I know, honey,” Suguru sat in front of Satory, holding his hand to his back and kissing his head through his hair. “Just breathe, and push when you can.”

Satoru panted, waiting for the next contraction before sucking in a deep breath and pushing down. The pain wasn’t so sharp this time, he could push. “Hrrrghhhh come on…!!” He groaned.

“That’s it, good,” Suguru said, continuing to rub Satoru’s back. Satoru’s head was hung down, with the top of his head leaning against Suguru’s stomach. “How’s this for you…pushing like this?”

Satoru nodded. “Mhmmm…better…”

“Amazing,” Suguru said, “Keep going.”

Satoru straddled his legs, spreading them wider on the mattress. He gripped at the sheets as he continued to push, which was met with more yelling. Suguru kept encouraging him throughout, holding him close. After several minutes, Satoru pushed the shoulders of the first baby out.

“Hooooohhhh oh my goddddd…” Satoru groaned in overwhelm at the feeling that he was completely stretched out from this part of the birth. He started panting heavily again, his legs trembled.

“You did it, you did it, baby, you got the shoulders out.” Suguru rubbed his hand along Satoru’s back. “Keep pushing, breathe and push, you’re doing amazing. I got you.

When Satoru felt his energy build up again, he sucked in a deep breath and gave another big push. Then a few more. Satoru continued pushing on Suguru’s instruction, and after minutes of what seemed like forever, Satoru felt the baby sliding further out of his body.

“SUGURU, IT’S COMINGGGG!! FUCK…GET IT OUT!!” screamed Satoru.

“Hold onto me.” Suguru guided Satoru’s arms to wrap around his neck shoulders so he could bring his body forward for Suguru to help deliver the first baby. “Okay, Satoru, push!!”

Satoru yelled out through a hard push, hugging Suguru tightly as he guided the baby completely out of him and into his waiting hands. “Satoru, our first baby’s here.”

Satoru’s screams died down as he heard the cries of the first baby. He did not let go of Suguru, he still had his arms wrapped around him. Satoru was sobbing now.

“We have a baby boy.” Suguru gasped.

“W-Where is he?” Satoru asked frantically.

“Right here,” Suguru carefully lifted the squirming newborn up. Satoru pulled himself away from his hold on Suguru so he could see their baby, their newborn son. He had white hair, just like Satoru, his eyes dark like Suguru’s.

“Gimme him—” Satoru sobbed. Suguru placed the crying baby carefully into Satoru’s arms. More tears flowed down Satoru’s cheeks. “Hi there, hi…there you are…” Satoru whispered to his baby. “It’s okay, shh…Daddy’s got you.”

“He’s so perfect,” Suguru nodded, kissing Satoru’s sweaty face. Suguru was crying too through a laugh.

Suguru waited a bit before cutting the umbilical cord. He cleaned their newborn son and wrapped him in a fresh towel before placing him into Satoru’s arms so he could breastfeed him.

“He’s so healthy…” Suguru sighed in relief, keeping his arm wrapped around Satoru.

“Yes, he’s strong,” Satoru smiled. “He’s perfect.”

Satoru’s ongoing contractions were a constant reminder that he was supposed to do this for the second time.

Suguru placed their first baby in the crib in the corner of the room, swaddled in the towel.

Satoru sat up in bed against the pillows and headboard with his legs spread. Suguru gave him some water and checked him, making sure that there was no abnormal bleeding. And there wasn’t any, thank God. For Satoru, the contractions were practically on top of each other. At this time, he was just trying to focus on breathing steadily. His eyes were shut and his breath was a little bit shaky, but he was breathing well, deeply and slowly.

“Hey baby, are you still doing okay?” asked Suguru, rubbing Satoru’s leg.

“Mhm, I am.” Satoru nodded.

“Good, good. How do you want to push?”

“This is fine, me sitting like this.”

Suguru leaned over and kissed Satoru’s forehead. “Are you ready?”

Satoru shook his head, he was still so achy and tired from the first birth. “Not yet, just a little longer.”

“Okay, let’s stay like this for a bit. But I can’t have you not push for too long, or it won’t be good for you or this next baby.” Suguru lay beside his husband, hand on his still swollen belly and lips pressed to his cheek.

“Oohhhhhhh...” Satoru’s heavy breathing melted into soft whimpers of pain with each contraction. “Ahhhh…hahhhhhh…”

“Good job, Satoru,” Suguru whispered, his hand rubbing Satoru’s belly in circles. “Just like that, my love.”

Satoru inhaled a slow, deep breath, and exhaled it out. “You’re so good to me, Suguru,” Satoru breathed, a little weepy from the complete overwhelming exhaustion.

“I’m only loving you.” Suguru smiled. He put his hand to Satoru’s face. “I love you, I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you too.” Satoru smiled, and they kissed each other softly on the lips a few times. He pulled away when he had a contraction, signaling him he needed to get started.

“Suguru, I gotta push.” Satoru huffed through clenched teeth, hand clutching his cramping belly.

Suguru nodded, and offered his hand to Satoru for support. “Alright, push when you can.”

Satoru sucked in a deep breath, spreading his legs further. As he felt another contraction come on, he groaned out through a hard push. He threw his head back, panting out the rest of the contraction.

“Good job, Satoru, you’re doing great.” Suguru said, wiping Satoru’s sweaty forehead with the washcloth.

As the pressure increased in his pelvis with each contraction, Satoru tried to relax himself, giving into the uncontrollable urges to push. After some time and pushing on Suguru’s instruction, Satoru had pushed the next baby’s head out.

“Do you see that, Satoru? They have hair.” Suguru asked, gesturing to the mirror. Satoru looked, saw that the baby’s emerged head had light hair, likely white, same as their son’s.

“Mhm, yeah.” Satoru nodded. His body tensed and he started gasping, his eyes stung with tears. He had to get the shoulders out the second time. “Oh god, Suguru, I need you, I need you.” He wailed, tightening his grip on Suguru’s hand.

“Breathe,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s back with his free hand. “I’m here. I got you.”

Satoru took slow, deep breaths. “Ohhhh, Suguruuuuu!” He then yelled out and arched his back through another push, the lips of his opening straining again trying to get the shoulders out.

“I know, honey,” Suguru kissed Satoru’s cheek. “Do you need to change positions?”

“No, I…I can do it this way.” Satoru shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Suguru nodded and gave Satoru’s hand a firm, reassuring squeeze. With his other hand, Suguru brushed Satoru’s white hair back from his forehead. “Okay, push again when you can.”

More minutes passed of pushing and yelling, and Satoru managed to get the shoulders out of his shuddering body. He sobbed due to exhaustion and the overwhelming strain resulting from this part of the birth, with Suguru doing his best to soothe him.

“Amazing job. You’re doing great, Satoru.” Suguru said as Satoru was looking up at the ceiling, panting heavy huffs of breath. “Just keep breathing and pushing, and this next baby will be out. You can do this.”

Satoru looked up at Suguru leaning over him. Suguru’s expression turned into a small smile, his dark eyes looking so soft and lovingly at his husband. Satoru’s heart ached, because he knew how much it hurt Suguru to see him in so much pain. But Suguru, he was here, supporting him as he brought their babies into the world. Satoru smiled a tired smile in acknowledgement and nodded.

As he felt another contraction, Satoru shut his eyes and drew his legs back, sucking in a deep breath as he pushed again. And again, and another time. The baby had now slid halfway outside of him. Satoru was so tired, tired of being pregnant and in labor, tired of feeling so sore and heavy and struggling to breathe.

“OH MY GOD IT’S COMING!!” Satoru screamed out. He let go of Suguru’s hand to pull his legs back further with his hands as the strain and pressure mounted with the baby leaving his body. “SUGURU!!”

Suguru moved himself from his husband’s side to in front of him so he could catch the baby. “I got ‘em, keep going.” Suguru assured, hands carefully placed underneath the emerging baby’s head and back.

Satoru let out a loud scream as he pushed hard, desperate to make this push his last one. The baby slid completely out of him. Suguru held the second newborn in his hands, watching as the baby took a first breath with a loud cry.

“Satoru, she’s here…we have a girl,” Suguru gasped.

“Give me…give her here, please,” Satoru panted and held out his tired arms, his eyes still shut with his head resting back against the pillows.

Suguru carefully placed their baby daughter in Satoru’s arms. Satoru opened his eyes, and saw his tiny newborn baby, who was still crying as he held her.

“Oh my baby, my baby girl, hi there, it’s okay, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you,” Satoru sobbed. He cupped her head. Her hair was also white, with her eyes dark. Satoru kissed her forehead, held her to his bare chest, and rubbed his hand to her back.

Suguru laughed through a sob of joy. “Satoru, she’s beautiful.” He held his hand under their daughter’s head. “Welcome to the world, little one.” Suguru looked at Satoru and kissed him repeatedly on his sweat and tear-soaked face. After assisting with the afterbirth, Suguru cut the umbilical cord and wrapped their daughter in another fresh towel. He cleaned Satoru up next, then the bedding, discarding the bloodied towels. “Let me get our son, yeah?” Suguru asked Satoru. “So you can hold him too.”

Suguru went over to the crib to take their son in his arms. He gave him to Satoru, who was sitting up with his back against the stacked pillows, and holding the twins in both his arms for breastfeeding.

“Suguru, thank you, thank you.” Satoru sobbed out. He was so tired, but relieved. Because it was over, their babies were born healthy. And Suguru had been there to support him throughout all the pain and exhaustion that came with giving birth. “For being here.”

Suguru was kneeling in front of Satoru, hand holding the back of his head. He pulled him closer with him until their foreheads were pressed together. “I’m here, always here. And thank you, Satoru,” Suguru spoke softly. “You gave us two perfect, healthy babies. You’re so strong and so amazing.”

“I love you.” Satoru said. “I love our family.”

“I love you too, and our family. I love all of us.” Suguru kissed Satoru’s lips once. They pulled away slowly to gaze into each other’s eyes before kissing again a few more times.

Suguru and Satoru had done it, giving birth to healthy twin babies. The couple could finally rest, just for now.

#birth fiction #birth kink #giving birth #preg kink #pregnancy kink #labor #labor kink #in labor #mpreg #mpreg kink #mpregnancy #tmpreg

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lastoneout · 2 months

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Hey @ disabled people who use wheelchairs I got a question.

So I have the kind of chronic pain where sitting in normal chairs is usually hell on my body for a number of reasons, most specifically because I'm short and so sitting with my legs like, hanging?? for lack of a better word, because they can't be at a 90° angle with my feet flat on the floor, puts a lot of strain on my hips and knees.

But with a lot of lightweight manual chairs I've seen they're set up for your measurements, and your feet are usually flat on the rest while your knees are at that 90° and your thighs are more or less level, so basically I'm just wondering if a wheelchair helps you avoid "sitting in bad chair" pain, or if it's still painful but the trade-off is worth it?

Additional info: I have hEDS and fibromyalgia, as well as arthritis in my neck and back, and pretty bad sciatic nerve issues, and while sitting is almost always better than standing, and I do have knee braces, the braces only extend my standing time by like an hour or so and I can't bend my knees as far in them so they kinda just make sitting worse, and sitting in a normal chair that doesn't fit me for even like 20 minutes starts to cause a lot of pain. I want to go to school in the fall, but I would have to take the bus and that would involve a lot of standing and sitting in uncomfortable seats, and then sitting in the seats at school would also hurt, a problem that would be exacerbated by the knee braces rather than helped by them, I'm wondering if I should stick it out with the braces or ask my pain clinic about fitting me for a wheelchair.

Also sadly online school isn't an option, with the way my ADHD works I need to be at the school to actually learn anything. And while I do have a walker with wheels and a seat it's high enough up that my legs hang and you can't really put a footrest on it, so sitting in it is just about as bad as sitting in a normal chair.

But yeah, yesterday I ran like three errands(dog sat for a friend for a bit, had a doctors appointment, and then had to hang out at walgreens for a while waiting on a prescription) and while I spent most of the time sitting in cars and chairs they weren't chairs that I fit in and so by the end of the day I was at like an 7 and today I'm feeling all sorts of residual pain bcs I clearly pushed myself too hard, but I like really want to fucking go to school so I'm just trying to figure out how to make that happen without destroying my body.

#actually disabled #wheelchair #mobility aid #eds #heds

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sisterprocrastinator · 9 days

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MUSHY MAY 2024

DAY 20: GARDENING

1600 words

Phantom ghoul, Mountain ghoul, Aurora ghoulette, Dewdrop ghoul, Cirrus ghoulette

Phantom and the others try to ease Mountain's stress by tidying his garden as a surprise but it doesn't go too well. Mush ensues.

Thanks goes out once again to @forlorn-crows for organising Mushy May, and also to @ghuleh-recs for making the pretty dividers 🖤🖤🖤

This ficlet was inspired by a real life scenario that happened to me just yesterday. Basically I'm Phantom 🤦

Read below or on AO3 and reblogs would be amazing, please and thank you 🖤

A procession of six ghouls and ghoulettes trudged through the gardens towards the Abbey's greenhouses. They were dressed in their work gear, laden with tools and snacks and sharing banter under the late afternoon sun.

Phantom hadn’t spent too much time out here since he’d been summoned a couple of months ago for one reason or another, but he was looking forward to doing something nice for his pack mate Mountain.

The big earth ghoul had been so kind to him since he’d arrived in this strange place. It was so very different from the Pit that he’d grown up in and it was taking the young quintessence ghoul a long time to become accustomed to his new life here at the Abbey. Everything seemed to be a learning curve and Phantom often felt like a kit again when faced with the barrage of new experiences and challenges.

The rest of the pack had been supportive, of course, but Mountain especially had been very patient and understanding when Phantom messed up... Which pretty much happened on a daily basis.

He’d overheard a conversation in the common room between Cirrus and Rain. They were worried about Mountain. He hadn’t been himself lately, but Phantom wasn’t sure why.

He’d felt it from him too though. There was an innate sadness and a world weariness to him that seemed to be growing worse as the days went on. Nobody seemed to be able to figure out what they could do to help him.

The idea had been Dew’s, surprisingly. They’d all noticed the way that Mountain had been stressing about all of the springtime work that he had to do in the garden so Dew had suggested that they surprise him by going to tidy up the flower beds. If the pack did a little weeding and some of the tedious but essential maintenance jobs, then Mountain would be free to do what he loved best; planting. The garden was his pride and joy and this would hopefully take some of the pressure off him and make him more relaxed.

Swiss had been tasked with keeping Mountain distracted for a couple of hours while the rest of them got to work.

The pack reached the garden that stretched out along the long side of Mountain’s greenhouse and they made an organised pile of the things they’d brought, placing them carefully onto the wooden bench where Mountain often liked to sit and watch the sun rise.

Phantom had joined him in this peaceful activity on a regular basis when he’d woken from the nightmares that plagued him, panicked and gasping for breath. He would come aware to the comfort of a large body curled around him, kind words in his ear and calloused but gentle palms stroking soothing circles around his back.

Mountain would hold him until his heart had calmed and then lead him out into the gardens. Their morning ritual never failed to clear the fuzz from Phantom’s head and they’d sit quietly for a while, side by side, watching in comfortable silence as the dawn broke.

“Okay, if we pair up then this will work better. Cirrus and Rain, Phantom and Aurora, me and Cumulus,” Dew said, pointing to them all. “Is everyone okay with that?”

They all made noises of agreement and went off to the areas Dew had allocated to them.

Aurora put on the gloves she’d brought and handed a pair to Phantom. She looked around at their patch of garden and sighed.

“I don’t know why they put the two of us together. I’m guessing you’re just as clueless about Earth plants as I am? How are we supposed to know what isn’t meant to be here? This bit has been a bit neglected, hasn’t it?”

She was right. There were larger plants that clearly belonged, but the soil was filled with a variety of smaller, leafy plants too that could just as easily have been rare flowers as weeds.

Phantom huffed a laugh, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the phone he’d been given by Papa.

“Secret weapon,” he said, holding it up. Aurora looked confused. “Google Lens. Rain showed it to me. You take a picture of something and then Google tells you what it is. That way, we’ll know what to keep and what to get rid of.”

She eyed the phone warily for a moment and Phantom grinned at her. He was confident that they’d be fine and his confidence must have rubbed off on Aurora because she shrugged, picked up a small trowel and knelt down in the dirt.

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

It didn’t take long to realise that the two of them made a great team. They used the phone plenty of times to check what they were dealing with and after a couple of hours they had cleared the area that Dew had given them to tidy.

The pile of weeds was bigger than Phantom had anticipated. It must have been a while since anyone had done anything in this part of the garden.

Dew wandered over to them carrying cups of juice.

“Refreshments,” he said as he handed them one each. He looked at the pile of weeds they’d gathered and raised his brows. “Wow, you two have been busy!”

Phantom grinned and he felt Aurora’s pride that the two newest members of the pack had done such a good job.

Cirrus came to join them but she took one look at the pile and cursed.

“Please tell me you guys didn’t just pull up any old thing without checking what it was?”

Phantom frowned.

“Well no, we used Google Lens to check them.”

Cirrus’ eyes widened.

“I don’t think Google Lens is very reliable, guys. Mountain has some hybrids and flowers that he’s spent years on and they probably couldn’t be identified with an app.”

Phantom’s stomach dropped and he heard Aurora whine beside him.

“I... We checked them! It said they were weeds!”

He could feel panic welling up, constricting his heart when he realised what they might have done. Mountain would be devastated when he saw it. He’d be so angry that all of his hard work had been ruined.

Cirrus crouched down and picked up some of the plants that had been pulled. Phantom watched in horror as the realisation dawned on her. She held up one of the green stems. It was broken in half.

“Sorry to say, but I think these are Mountain’s petunias.” She pointed to a bare patch of earth. “They should be there.”

Phantom’s heart picked up speed and the panic bubbled up further, twisting his guts and wringing them out.

Memories of his old life in the Pit threatened to overwhelm him. Something like this would not go unpunished there and Phantom found his instincts taking over as his rational thought processes began to fail.

He turned on his heel and ran.

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The smell of blood broke him out of it and Phantom blinked, coming back to his senses. He was curled up in a recess of earth underneath a fallen log, arms wrapped around himself. Tremors wracked his body and a sting on his cheek made him remember falling and catching it, grazing the skin.

A twig snapped close by and Phantom’s head snapped up, wide eyes searching for the threat and landing on Mountain who was walking carefully towards him.

Phantom whimpered and cowered further back towards the bark of the trunk.

“Hey, bug,” Mountain said softly. “What’s all this about? The others said you ran off in a panic.”

Phantom shifted again, not daring to take his eyes off the other ghoul and trying to reach out with his quintessential self to read his emotions and give himself some kind of warning as to what his reaction was going to be.

“I... I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! We were trying to help out. It’s my fault, we should have asked the others. Please don’t be mad at Aurora.”

Mountain stopped a few feet away and put his hands on his hips. He tilted his head and frowned, kind eyes searching Phantom’s face. He sighed, coming to a realisation.

“I’m not angry, Phantom, not angry at any of you.”

Phantom concentrated on his emotions and sure enough, he didn’t sense any anger, only sadness and relief that he’d been found.

“You’re not?”

Mountain shook his head and smiled warmly.

“Of course not. It was an easy mistake to make. You weren’t to know. I’m sure we can replant some of them. Why don’t you come out and we can go back and give it a try?”

Phantom eyed him for a moment, feeling the last tendrils of panic letting go of his heart.

Mountain crouched down in front of him and held out his hand. Phantom inhaled a deep breath and took it. It was warm and it brought him comfort, chasing away any thoughts he’d had that Mountain would hurt him for doing something wrong.

The big ghoul pulled him to his feet and then let go of his hand. Phantom wrapped his arms around his torso tightly and looked up.

“We can plant them again?”

Mountain smiled and nodded.

“Sure thing, bug.” He slowly put an arm around Phantom’s shoulders and gently encouraged him to start walking. “Do you want me to teach you about the plants too? You can come and help me out in the greenhouses if you like? There’ll be plenty to do over the next few weeks and I could do with another pair of hands.”

Phantom grinned up at him, his heart swelling with relief and with joy that he could give Mountain something back after everything he'd done for him.

“I would absolutely love that,” he said as they headed back to the gardens.

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vastill · 1 year

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I'm sorry, I love you too

Melissa Schemmenti/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort

words: 1300+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!!

A/N: you wanted more hurt/comfort and you shall receive... tbh it was hard for me to finish this WIP so it's a little rushed at the end but i hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think!!💚

You were sitting in the restaurant for at least 20 minutes, waiting for her to show up. The restaurant was nice and cozy, you were sipping on a glass of wine, not ordering anything, maybe she will be late.

Maybe she didn’t forget this time.

The waitress came to your table, her eyes full of pity. You hated that, but you had some hope in your girlfriend.

“Can I get you something to eat? Or are we waiting for a little longer?” The waitress asked.

“Yeah, we wait but can I have some more wine?” You smiled at her and she quickly nodded. And you were left to your thoughts.

That was the third date in two weeks that you had planned. And the third one that she forgot about. Did she have so much work at school? Maybe another late meeting with Barbara?

Did she not want to be seen in public with you?

You two were dating for more than a year but everything was in secret. Melissa didn't want to go public, you understood her. You both were working at the school, she wanted to remain professional. Also, you were younger. She always assured you that wasn’t a problem and that she doesn’t care about what people think. But did she really?

Behind the closed door, she was the sweetest person you could ever imagine but as soon as you were out everything changed. She wasn't your girlfriend anymore.

Was that too much to ask for? For her to show up? You were only asking for one evening. One dinner at that place you two were talking about for ages. Only one night.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help feeling hurt and frustrated.

You drank your glass of wine and decided to call it a night. You paid for everything and left the restaurant and drove to your house, not wanting to see Melissa tonight.

As you walked into your house, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. You had been looking forward to that dinner with Melissa, and it seemed like she couldn't even be bothered to show up. You decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and wait for her to call or text, but after a few hours of silence, you realized that she wasn't going to.

You only send her a text that you can’t go with her to the Farmer’s Market tomorrow. You didn’t want to stand her up, even when she deserved it. You weren’t that petty.

You spent the rest of the night trying to distract yourself, but your mind kept wandering back to Melissa and what could be going on. You knew that you needed to talk to her about everything, but you didn't know if you were ready to hear what she had to say.

The next day you spend at home, slouching on the couch with ice cream, and your comfort show to make your mood better. To forget about yesterday's failure.

At lunchtime, you heard a knock on the door. Was your delivery guy that quick? You went to open the door.

Melissa stood there with a bag full of containers of food she cooked.

You were surprised to see her at your doorstep, but you couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Maybe there was a good explanation for her absence.

“Hiya hon, I wanted to make sure everything is okay and brought you some food, made your favorite. It’s all fresh bought it today.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Hey, oh thanks. Come in.” You let her in. A little confused that she didn’t bring up yesterday's dinner right away.

“So what’s up with you? Why didn’t you want to go today? Felling sick?” She asked as she was unpacking the food she brought.

“Are you really asking me that?” You said. You didn’t want to believe that she forgot. She couldn’t.

“What?” She asked clearly confused.

You let out a sigh. She forgot. It was clear now.

“We planned a date yesterday Melissa. I was waiting for you in that restaurant, hoping you show up. Hoping you didn’t forget the third time. Hoping I was important enough for you to remember.” You said looking at her. Your eyes held all the hurt and frustration you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize...” Melissa trailed off, looking guilty. “Work has just been so busy lately, and I’ve been really scatterbrained.”

“It isn’t an excuse Melissa. It was the third time. The third time I had to sit and wait for my girlfriend to show up.” You said, your voice raising. You took a breath in to calm yourself. “I mean the first one, okay, I can understand. The second one was just a mistake. But the third time? Melissa, I feel like I’m not important to you. I understand that you're busy with work and everything, but that doesn't excuse repeatedly forgetting about our plans. I just want to know where I stand with you because I feel like you are avoiding being seen with me.” You sighed, your hands rubbing your face, waiting for her response.

Melissa looked at you with a pained expression on her face. “I'm so sorry,” she said softly. “I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m so sorry. You are important to me, and I don't want you to feel like I'm avoiding being seen with you. I just don't want to make a big deal out of our relationship, especially at school, you know how it is.” She reached out to take your hand, hoping to convey her sincerity.

“Yes, I understand this. But it’s so hard when you are shutting me out as soon as we are in the open. We are in a year long relationship, don’t you think it’s serious enough to make us public?” You ask, nervous about what her answer could be.

Melissa looked down at her feet, clearly struggling with what to say. “I...I don't know,” she finally admitted. “It's just...it's complicated. I care about you so much, but I also don't want to risk our jobs. I know it's not fair to you, and I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do.” She looked back up at you.

“The staff at our job has the most understanding people that I have ever known. I really don’t think that will be a problem, especially when they find out that we were hiding this for that long.” You said looking at her with a soft smile. “And you know I don't care about reputation, I care about you more Melissa. I just want to show everyone how much I love you, how much I care about you.” Your eyes filled with a plea for understanding.

Melissa looked at you with tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry, I love you too.” She said, her voice shaking. “I didn't realize how much this was hurting you.” She leaned in to hug you, and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. “I think we should go public. Taking slow steps, I don’t want them to have a heart attack if we show up on Monday all lovey-dovey.” She said laughing softly.

Relief washed over you, you couldn’t help yourself and just grabbed her for a hug. You felt so happy hearing that she understood your point of view. Backing away a little you took her face in your hands. “I love you so much, Mel.” You kissed her hard and she quickly reciprocated.

You parted when your lungs needed air. You linked your foreheads.

“I love you more hon.” She said stealing another kiss from you. “We need to eat that food I made. We don’t want to waste it.” And you smiled, food. The best love language.

A/N: i'm working on other requests now and on some drabbles with Mel and Lila. i think some of it will be posted somewhere this week!💚

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #vastill

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joysmercer · 10 days

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post-season 3

Terri will freely admit that she wasn’t overly enthusiastic about her daughter suddenly deciding (with less than a month’s notice) to spend two weeks of summer at a camp run by her boyfriend and otherwise minimal adult supervision. Yes, a lot of it was because she (selfishly) wanted her daughter to spend that time with her after not being together for half a year, but she was also concerned on a more general level: across the country with no cell phones? The summer before her junior year? Terri would much rather she stay home, focus on SAT prep if anything, and prepare for her future—not go to some theatre workshop where she’s unlikely to learn anything of value.

It did help to find out that Gina has been cast as the lead in the first-ever stage production of a wildly popular Disney movie and will also be starring in the associated documentary. This is a novel experience, can go on her college apps and résumé, and really, who is she to judge when all expenses are paid in exchange for signing a few release forms?

Still, she misses the days she could hear about each rehearsal straight from the source instead of random teasers dropped on the Disney+ twitter account, and she especially hates that she has to work and miss Gina’s big debut. By the time intermission is called on the livestream, Terri (ever-so-grateful for the weekend off) is already en-route to California.

Terri pulls into the Shallow Lake parking lot and spots Gina immediately among the throng of campers checking out and saying their goodbyes. She’s grown at least an inch, Terri realizes with a jolt. Gina is nearly seventeen now, on the brink of adulthood, and the way she’s carrying herself now demonstrates a demeanor entirely different from the teenager she’d dropped off at MSY just a few months ago. Why does time always move so fast with these kids?

Gina whips around as soon as Terri slams the car door shut, as if she was able to hear it from all the way across the yard, letting out a loud squeal of delight that sends Terri’s heart melting before launching herself straight into her mother’s arms. Terri is instantly reminded of a five-year-old Gina doing the exact same thing at kindergarten pickup.

“Hey, sweet pea,” she whispers, returning her daughter’s tight hug. Some things never change.

“Mom? What are you even doing here? I thought you were closing on the house? Oh my god, I had no idea—"

“I finished all that yesterday, and since I have a free weekend, I thought we could take a mother-daughter road-trip back home – just like old times.” While their last few moves had been too far apart to drive, she and Gina used to spent nearly every school holiday or long weekend transporting their lives across state lines while eating their fill of fast food and pancakes, touring random obscure roadside attractions, and making some of their fondest memories.

Gina beams. “I’d love that,” she says, bouncing on her heels excitedly. “I finished packing, actually, so I just need to take care of one thing real quick and we can head out.”

Then she smiles big and wide again, an expression she saves for truly special occasions (like, apparently, 10 hours with her mother in a car), and quickly kisses Terri’s cheek. “Love you, mommy. Be back in a bit.”

Gina sprints off in the direction of, according to a nearby sign, a “Yurt Locker”. Strange name, Terri thinks. She doesn’t have a chance muse on it (or what the hell it even means) further, though, because someone bellows GENEVIEVE MARIE! so loudly that both Gina and Terri, now at least 20 feet apart, jump at the sound.

The source of the voice appears a second later—or at least Terri assumes that’s who the curly-haired boy with a shit-eating grin on his face now standing in front of Gina is, given her daughter’s currently crossed arms, flushed cheeks, and, surprisingly, equally playful smile. Terri eyes the boy curiously. Gina doesn’t give out her full name to just anyone and rarely allows anyone to use it (Terri can’t remember the last time she herself even said the word Genevieve, let alone added her middle name to the mix). But Gina seems entirely unfazed now, as if having this boy yell it for all to hear is a regular occurrence. Who is he?

Then she notices the acoustic guitar he’s clutching, and it hits her. Kristoff: Ricky Bowen.

It had been a while since Gina had mentioned Ricky in their weekly FaceTimes. His name had only ever come up in relation to Ashlen’s role of Belle in the spring musical, and even then, it was mostly to complain about his two left feet. If it weren’t for a panicked text conversation on Valentine’s Day (Gina’s teddy bear got lost in transit, long story), Terri would have entirely forgotten about him.

Clearly, not only has his dancing greatly improved this summer (if yesterday was any evidence), but so has his friendship with her daughter.

Ricky pulls out a set of keys and gestures to the parking lot, fanning his face with his free hand, and that’s when Terri realizes he’s wearing…a pink-and-blue snowsuit. Gina laughs and rolls her eyes at him, clearly teasing him about his ridiculous attire for an LA summer, but when he says something else, Gina suddenly shakes her head, pointing straight at Terri.

Terri gives a small wave to the kids, and Ricky immediately waves back excitedly. Okay, then.

Turning back to Gina, Ricky says something else and Gina smiles shyly and nods. Terri watches as the pair hugs goodbye, a motion that is simultaneously so natural neither think twice about it—falling into a tight embrace that nearly lifts Gina off the ground—but so awkward when they separate that Terri can feel the tension from all the way over here. Okay, then, indeed.

Ricky meanders toward the bright orange bug almost double-parked in the last slot of the lot. Terri recognizes the car from her driveway last fall – but also remembers Gina mentioning that Ashlen’s boyfriend also drives an orange bug that the three of them and EJ would carpool to school in, leaving Terri to wonder which possibility is weirder: that Ricky and his friend got matching ugly vehicles together, or that Ricky transported his friend’s car across state lines for two weeks and his friend actually agreed to it.

There isn’t much she knows about Ricky Bowen, actually, except that he has an apparent penchant for nabbing lead roles out from under everyone else’s noses and—surprisingly—actually justifying those casting choices. Gina’s scene partners are often so dry she has to work double-time to make the chemistry believable. Last night, however, Ricky showed a level of talent that nearly matched her own daughter’s in the way he was able to hold the audience captive even without Gina on stage with him. There was one solo of his in particular that had actually caught Terri’s attention (she had taken the opportunity to answer some emails) when, right at the end, he suddenly directed the final line of the song away from the audience and into the wings: you’re what I know about love, he sang, straight to Ana. Straight to Gina. It was not only a genius move but one she doubted he was directed to do—he must have come up with it himself.

Still, something about him sets Terri on edge. Questionable decisions (seriously, snowsuit?) aside, he has the demeanor of a class clown, someone who stays while it’s fun but bolts when things get hard. It makes Terri uneasy, especially since it’s clear that this is someone Gina cares deeply about.

“Sorry about that.” Gina’s back, suitcases in hand, shaking Terri out of her reverie. “I had to tell Ricky I didn’t need a ride first.”

“Oh, I thought EJ was giving you a ride home,” Terri says, taking one of the suitcases from Gina.

A tense silence. “Mom, I told you we broke up, remember?”

“I know, sweetheart,” Terri quickly assures her. Gina had called early yesterday morning from Kourtney’s phone, relating the news with a quick “it was a long time coming, we’re still friends, prom was super fun otherwise, see you soon” and hanging up before Terri could even get an I’m sorry out. “I just assumed you’d keep the same arrangement since Ashlen and your other friends are there, too.” She winces. “I see how silly that sounds out loud, though.”

“Yeah.” More silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Terri asks gently.

Gina shakes her head no emphatically. “I told you, it wasn’t really a surprise. I’m fine.”

“Okay, okay, got the hint.” Terri laughs, sighing internally with relief when Gina gives her a (albeit watery) smile. She opens the car trunk and shoves the suitcase inside.

“So, why was Ricky wearing a snowsuit?” Terri asks as they settle in and buckle up, unable to keep the question to herself any longer.

“Oh, he wasn’t supposed to be at camp at all, and showed up without a ton of clothes, so he mostly borrowed from others I think, and got pizza all over his laundry yesterday, too.” she giggles slightly, then continues, “plus the guys dumped ice water on themselves last night and he put is wet towel on top of his open suitcase, like an idiot.” She says all this with the nonchalance of someone explaining 1+1=2, not…whatever she just said about sudden enrollment, pizza, and ice water.

“That doesn’t explain the snowsuit,” Terri says, now even more confused.

“Rumor has it he was supposed to go skiing with his ex? he didn’t say, though." Gina shrugs.

“that girl Jamie’s working with?”

“No.” Gina doesn’t elaborate.

“Well, regardless, he’s very talented,” Terri supplies. “I did enjoy that one ballad of his yesterday, the one with the guitar and lights.”

“Oh.” Gina smiles softly, almost to herself. “I liked that one too.”

Terri’s stomach twists, like they’re about to go barreling off a cliff they can’t see and can’t stop.

“Is he doing the fall musical as well?”

“I dunno. Probably. It’s his senior year, he won’t have many more chances.”

“I didn’t realize he’s a year ahead of you,” Terri says, surprised. “How are his college apps coming along?”

“Mom,” Gina groans. “It’s literally summer vacation, and believe it or not, I didn’t ask. He probably hasn’t even started thinking about them yet.”

“Fair,” Terri says, although, internally, she disagrees. if Ricky were truly serious about his future, he would have had his summer plans set in place long ago, and a solid school list by now.

I can tell you like him, Gigi, she thinks. And then, suddenly, I wish you didn’t.

It’s a strange thought, and a foreign one—Gina has yet to make a friend that Terri straight-up disapproves of. What Ricky does with his life is really none of her business, and Gina’s a smart girl—she won’t go rushing into poor decisions even if her friends are walking bundles of chaos. Plus, from the little she’s seen, it’s clear he cares about Gina, too. Maybe as much as she does him.

But Gina in a relationship is…different. Gina in a relationship was more carefree, a little less focused. She begged to go to prom despite having an exam the next Monday, she shifted her summer plans around for a camp she showed no interest in before, and she prioritized FaceTimes and texting every night over reading or sleeping. there were no lasting negative repercussions for any of this, but if there was ever a time for Gina to conserve her extra energy for something worthwhile, it’s now.

Ricky a good friend, Terri decides. As friends, he keeps her grounded—but anything more than that? She’s just not sure.

#high school musical: the musical: the series #hsmtmts fic #ricky x gina #this was SUPPOSED to be a part of a larger fic #however i cannot figure out how to end it and ive been trying for three months to figure it out so in the meantime have the only scene #ive actually finished <3 #my writing

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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What about 6 or 20 (author’s choice) and young Elrond? Thank you ❤️

I went ahead and did #20, and I think it came out pretty well!!! (Also, this def has some Bridgerton inspo, and you'll see it in the dialogue) Thank you for your patience! <3 I was supposed to get lasik yesterday then last minutes the Dr came out and was like "actually nvm we have to do a different procedure, we need to reschedule." So it's been a weird day or so for me XD

The Object of All His Desires

This is prompt #20 from the list, which mean you can no longer request #20 for Elrond!

Elrond prided himself on his silver tongue. How he could spin an ordinary tale into an epic for the ages, or how he could turn a simple idea into a speech fit for a king. But when it came to you, he often found himself tripping over his words. His tongue suddenly swelling and becoming too heavy to move properly when faced with your radiance.

A perfect example would be now, as you stand before him tears in your eyes, clad only in a nightdress and robe as you stand outside his door, chest heaving, lips trembling asking him why was he ignoring you? Why was he acting so cold and callous towards you?

“Elrond please, you must tell me now. If I have done something to upset you, or I have offended you, torment me no longer and bid me to leave your sight never to cross your path again.” Your voice shook, eyes brimming with tears as you clutched at your robe for stability.

“No, you have not offended me, I bear no ill will towards you y/n, I promise you.” He said hurriedly, ushering you inside his chambers.

“But if I have not, then why have you been avoiding me? I have searched my mind and cannot find a reason.” You continued, voice filled with sorrow, as you wrapped your robe further around yourself, not meeting his eyes.

Elrond’s mind was a mess. He had been avoiding you because he could no longer contain his affections. Every moment he spent in your presence, he had to fight back the urge to blurt out his feelings in the most undignified way. But to see you so distraught, so uncertain, tore at his heart and his resolve.

“I have been battling within myself for some time, and I wished to spare you of my turmoil.” He said gently, hand twitching with the urge to reach out and comfort you. But he could not, if he did, he would find himself unable to let you go.

“We are friends, you can always come to me with your difficulties, you know this.” You said, lifting your gaze to his.

Elrond hung his head as he saw your tears, glistening like diamonds as they fell. “Of course, I do, but this particular matter is one I must solve myself.”

You took a step forward and took one of his hands in yours. “No matter is too dark or difficult that the light of friendship cannot help resolve it.”

Your voice was so gentle, so earnest, that his fingers curled around your hand, and he fell to his knees, head still hung low. “Y/N, I do not deserve this kindness, if you knew the depths of my desire, the dreams I have had you would scorn me.”

Your voice grew in strength before softening once more as you caressed his jaw. “Never, I would never scorn you. Elrond, you have a piece of my heart that no one else shall ever have, and that is not easily dissuade.”

Elrond looked up at you, oakwood eyes filled with a mix of admiration and anxiety. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you. It’s terrifying. And so, so beautiful.” He said, voice reverent and trembling, he pressed your hand to his lips, the warmth lingering.

“I do not know what to say.” You said breathlessly, heart pounding in your chest.

“You need not say anything, I could no longer remain quiet, my affections for you have grown too large in my heart. Y/N I merely needed you to know how much I love you.”

You sunk to your knees and cupped Elrond’s face. “I do not know what to say except that I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and I will never cease to love you.” You pressed your lips to his, pouring every ounce of affection and feeling you had into the kiss, hoping he would understand the longing you’ve carried for so long.

When you broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, he took your hands and kissed them both. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered, and you whispered it right back before connecting your lips once more.

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year

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The loneliest

Bassist!Remus Lupin x Writer!Reader

Words: about 1.4k words

Warnings: none, just sad

Author's note: hi loves! here for you another bassit!remus lupin, this time a sad one. I had this idea bit ago, and I wrote it down in the drafts and today I said "why not?". As already said, I'm a superfan of Maneskin so here I am with another one of their song!

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Love is the cruelest curse that has ever been inflicted on humanity.

This is all I managed to write on my computer, while wrapped in about 20 blankets on my friend's couch. It has been months since I had to start writing my new novel, and of course I had to start now, after breaking up with my boyfriend, or rather with the love of my life.

I haven't been able to stop crying for days, the tears seem to have become part of my face as I stare at that blank screen.

Susy told me to let it go and think about recovering instead of thinking about the book, but this is the only thing that can distract me from the pain.

We have never quarreled like this in all the years we have been together. Every fight between us, no matter how small it was, but this time it really destroyed me.

It had all started with the fact that he hadn't spent the night at home for weeks now, every night out with his friends for events or for fun, and I couldn't help but be happy for him, but I felt in all this a bit neglected. When he was home he was always busy in his study or on the phone, and he never had a second to talk to me. In the evening we would have dinner in silence, and when he finished eating he would go immediately to another room, in case he was home and had not already gone out. After a long time I couldn't stand this anymore so I made up my mind to talk to him, but at that time he was at the studios of the record company. Once I got there I went to wait for him in his studio after greeting the other members of the Maraurders band: James, the drummer; Sirius, the singer; Regulus, the guitarist.

I waited a few minutes in the room, looking at that space so large and so charged with the 'essence of Remus at the same time, until my gaze fell on the small sofa in front of the window, or rather what was on the small sofa. I moved closer and realized that the colorful object that had attracted my attention from afar was a pair of red lace panties.

I remember how the air went out of me and tears came to my eyes, and before I could realize it I slumped to the floor. I don't remember the door opening, but I remember Remus's gaze, his eyes wide with astonishment and his running toward me. He was talking but I couldn't hear him; it was as if I were underwater and my ears were plugged.

Then I remember my screams, everything I had held in until that moment, and like a wave I had let my anger crash against him. Remus was trying to explain, to speak, but I was not giving him time, and before I could understand what my mouth was saying I had told him I did not want to see him again. I regained my senses from that empty feeling once in the car, where I screamed so loud that my throat hurt. After that I went home, got some of my things, and went to Susy's, looking for a safe haven. For days my fiancé had tried to contact me, or my manager or my friends, but never had anyone responded to him.

Love is a double-edged sword because you can get hurt when you love too much and when you love too little. The love I have for Remus is an eternal love, which no matter how bad it has made me feel will not cease to exist, because every cell in my body loves and desires him and for that I hate myself.

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone, and I realize that my manager has sent me an e-mail. I open it and read it.

"This footage is from yesterday. Look at it. I love you. Mary"

That's all it says with a link attached. Immediately I open it and realize that it is a video of the last Marauders concert, and I am immediately ready to close it, when my eye falls on Remus. I've never seen him look so bad. He has dark circles under his eyes and a pale face. His eyes are dull as he looks out at the crowd and plays bass. When the song is over, Sirius asks the crowd for silence.

"Please be quiet. For the first time in my life, I find myself getting serious. Usually I'm the one messing around with girls, or boys, but apparently this time Remus has broken my record. The poor guy is devastated, and I can't help but feel guilty, because it's my fault. Y/N, if you ever see this video, I'm sorry for what happened, for all the misunderstanding, and please listen to poor Moony, we can't stand to see him so miserable anymore." He says walking across the stage, and looking at the camera, as I see Remus move to the center of the stage in front of the microphone.

"For example, you could start listening to him from this song that his poor broken heart wrote entirely for you." Sirius continues before remaining silent and giving his friend space.

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

There's a few lines that I have written.

In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want

So don't be sad when I'll be gone

There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so

'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here

The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it

With you, with you nobody else here

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

I'm sorry but I gotta go

If you'll ever miss me give this song another go

And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better

And all the crazy little things that we did together

In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter

If tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Remus' low, deep voice enchants me, and I feel tears flowing overbearingly down my cheeks. I listen to every second of that song, eagerly, holding each word close to my heart, imprinting them on my soul.

Without thinking about it I put everything to the side and run to the door with the intention of going to him and apologizing, but I am met with a scene I never expected. Remus is sitting with his head between his legs in front of the door, a bouquet of flowers abandoned at his side. Upon hearing the door open he turns and looks at me. He opens his mouth but makes no sound. His face is marked with tears as much as mine and I cannot resist. I throw myself into his arms, holding him tightly as I never have. He returns that gesture and strokes my hair. I begin to cry again as I ask him a thousand times to apologize, and he replies that he is the one who needs to apologize. We don't do anything else, we just stand there embracing, finding ourselves, and I realize that yes love is the greatest curse ever cast on human beings, but also the greatest blessing, because without suffering we would never experience such a strong and beautiful feeling.

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Weak Spot - Chapter 20

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus

Synopsis: Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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A fan was on.

It was the sort of gentle coaxing noise that was perfect to wake up to. Lulled and sore, coming to was at first a forgiving process. The whirring lapped at your ears and only as you moved a little did you feel the nettles of your extensive bruising. In a lazy drag, the night’s events were washed ashore.

Huge turtles.

A harrowing battle.

Otherworldly doctors.

It was clearly so much.

It was nearly too much and, yet, wakefulness came easily.

That didn’t seem right.

Turning over the thoughts as a curious child would examine a new toy, they had a faraway quality to them. Stress at the many things you didn’t know should have manifested. You knew as much which made the contrast an odd sort of feeling. The detachment also didn’t seem to be helping you critically. Instead, you seemed only able to examine the previous night from a third person’s perspective.

Before yesterday, you had still grappled lightly with B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s existence.

That alone was improbable.

Now, you were dealing with near impossibilities.

Drowsy, you opened your eyes.

Maybe it had something to do with that strange topical ointment that made you able to breath as if your ribs weren’t bruised to all hell.

A large red eye stared back at you.

You blinked slowly, adjusting to what you were seeing.

Hovering a couple feet off the floor was a little purple drone.

Oh yeah.

You would have felt air flow if it had been a fan.

Comprised of two triangles facing opposite directions, the smaller of which acting as a head was turned sideways so its avian-like eye could watch you. Its four circular rotors seemed to suspend it smoothly without the use of blades. As you idly wondered if maybe it was some sort of magnetic system keeping it afloat, the bottom lids of the drone’s eyes, so to speak, lifted up to convey excitement.

It could emote.

You scrubbed your pupils with your palms. Coming away the drone did a small wiggle and you couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Hi?”

Its gaze flicked elsewhere, but you were unable to follow as that would mean looking away from this tiny technological marvel. When it returned, it seemed to downright gleam before closing its eyes and giving a very pronounced sound.

Buzz. Buzz.

Your eyes lit up despite your spent energy. “You’re my-?!”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.” The voice was lethal and not coming from the droid. Though you still hadn’t turned, you could sense the anger wafting off Donnie from wherever he stood beyond the bed.

The little drone jolted upward with a nervous bend.

It sure was flexible.

“You are both shirking your duties and expressly breaking our agreement.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chuckled nervously and flew up even higher. You watched in amazement as its little mouth lines lit up as it spoke. “Well, if you recall, I agreed that I wouldn’t ‘bother’ Y/N under any circumstances. I didn’t wake them up. I just happened to be there when they did!”

It could talk.

What was happening?

Donnie’s displeasure filled the room like noxious gas. You finally turned to acknowledge him and found he was hunched over in a near crippling degree. There was no way it was the tiny box in his hands and you imagined it had more to do with the many bandages coating his torso that were clearly visible through the black cardigan that hung open over his frame. The white gauze starkly contrasted the black wraps around his throat and by his face you knew he hadn’t slept.

How bad were his injuries?

You saw a flash of blood on dirty concrete.

Turning back to look where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had once been, you found that you were on the wrong side of the bed. Twisting with a wince to look back at your own, there was a clear line of where you had migrated a trail of sheets over. Thinking it must have been instinctive in his absence, you lowered down. You could just smell Donnie’s scent.

You wanted to curl up in it.

“Just…” Donnie sounded exasperated. “Get back to work.”

Work?

Fending off sleep, you forced yourself back up. Down at the foot of the bed, Donnie had disappeared, but that wasn’t the truancy that caught your attention. Though the course of your relationship hadn’t seen much change in the sparse apartment, it had become more homey with the addition of little things that represented you. Besides the identical stockade he’d built of your preferred brands, you’d since migrated over small things like some clothes, a mug, and a little bedside ceramic that you used to seat your phone when it charged. Now, however, you stared out at an near empty expanse. The only remaining object you could see was the couch as even the wall-mounted TV was no longer in its place.

“D...Donnie?”

“Your personal effects are on your nightstand along with a fresh glass of water and a protein bar.”

You looked over to find that true and that your phone seemed curiously pristine after what must have been at least a 10 stories drop.

“That’s not what they meant!”

That hadn’t come from you.

You blinked up to find S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. still stationary from where Donnie had caught it. There was clear narrowed irritation being indicated in its gaze.

Donnie appeared around the corner in a swirl of indignation. “Try that statement again.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew a little lower, but stood firm. “No. You two need to talk.”

Even from his slouch, Donnie seemed to puff up like an enraged cat. “Are you operating in recovery mode? Run diagnostics.”

“Ask then.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shrank just a little more. “If you’re so sure.”

You dropped your gaze to find this room equally packed up.

You should have collapsed under the many outlandish things piled on you.

How were you cocooned this weird shell of indifference?

“Y/N.” Donnie’s voice was clear and you looked up to find him glaring down the drone. “Do you require anything else?”

They were clearly putting you in the middle of something.

Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Something about the stuffed animal comparison jogged your memory.

You had a concussion.

Giving a slow blink at the realization, you wilted a little.

“Y/N?” You could feel Donnie look towards you and the first edges of his anger drop off for concern.

“What the fuck is going on?” You reached up and gingerly touched your temple.

Whatever Donnie had, he must have dropped it because there was a loud thud. Something in your minder registered that it shouldn’t have been so offensive, but the sharp ring that accompanied the sound had you cradling your head. The bed dipped and the whirling noise rounded you as both parties came to your aid. Unconsciously you tried to shake the tinnitus away, but all it caused was the sensation of your brain rattling between your hands. Leaning forward under duress, Donnie caught your arms.

“Told you.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. taunted.

“Enough!” You pulled away enough to glower at both of them. “What is this!?”

It hurt.

Yelling hurt so much.

So did the resounding silence from both parties.

“What…? What?!” You sent your desperation towards Donnie.

He stared back in what you could only identify was a reaction to someone acting strangely.

Who the fuck was he to judge?

“Quit looking at me like that! Who were those guys? What the hell happened?” The memories assaulted you as if they were only waiting for your pain to exaggerate their opening. “That orange one could fly! There were these chains! And you fought…!” You bite down hard until your jaw whined. “You got hurt! And their names?! They…!” You turned away. “Who was that doctor? Were they human? Did-cid any of that even happen!? And now! Why’s everything packed up!? What the hell…!?” You shot a hand up to point at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. but it activated muscle groups until it reached your neck. You suffering hit a peak as a sharp stab to the back of your head caused you to crumple over onto your side.

That’s where your head wound was.

Donnie’s fingertips skimmed your arm until he seemed to find a suitable place to lay the appendage in a reassuring flat. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. dim the lights. Double check the curtains.”

“Got i-!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. made a nervous peep before dropping its voice low. “You got it.” You then heard the buzz of it swing off somewhere else in the apartment.

“Stupid brain injury.”

“Indeed.” Donnie’s voice was soft.

You laid in your awkward collapsed state until the pounding subsided enough for you to sit up. Donnie hovered close as you did.

You pushed his arm away.

He took the move with little offense. “Would you like me to answer in order, by importance, or were they rhetorical queries?”

You started to shake your head before thinking better of it. “Don… I just-”

“I understand this is difficult, but it is in both our best interests to hurry.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. zipped in with a sudden drone. “Now’s not the time!”

“That is not for you to calculate!” Donnie snarled.

You punched his shoulder with as much strength as you could muster.

It must have reflexively moved something in his back because a pained yelp began before he throttled it with a growl and turned to you looking very much betrayed.

“No.” You weren’t about to deal with him being petty. “You’re out!” You threw a finger out to the living room as one would scold a bad dog.

Humiliation reared its head which caused Donnie to tense with what you knew to be a million complaints.

“Now.” Saying it hadn’t meant to be an impression, but you saw Donnie from the night prior ghost over you in a mimic. That wasn’t the sort of retaliation you wanted, so you embellished. “Come back when you’ve cooled off.”

For a moment, you watched Donnie have some sort of mental fight before he stood in a bitter way. He then turned with a swish of his cardigan before disappearing behind the partition.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. come here.” You turned the outstretched digit into a hand for the drone.

Though you asked, you were surprised when the little machine bypassed your limb to instead land in your lap.

“Hey…” It seemed both nervous itself and for you.

Its intricate mechanics felt alive to your leg.

It was clearly empathetic.

“Tell me about yourself.” You began.

“You can touch if you want.” It touted with what was clearly a type of grin.

And intuitive.

Unable to help smiling, you reached out and curiously touched its head.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pushed back against your hand in what had to be a form of nuzzle.

“You know me far better than you let on.” You grinned as his body felt warm.

“Sorry about that. I actually wasn’t meant to speak with you which is why Donatello is upset.”

“You weren’t?” You ran your hand around to its chin.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shook its head. “I’m meant to do maintenance… among other things.” Its digital pupil shot away before coming back. “However, last night there was a programming exception.”

“Oh?” You scratched at the metal unconsciously and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes lulled as if it felt good.

You wondered if there were sensors.

Hadn’t Donnie mentioned something like that?

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. forced its chin away from you to peek back to where Donnie had gone. It then turned towards you and lowered its voice. “Assbypay otocolpray.”

Fuzzy, it took you a moment.

“In it lies a primary objective of your wellbeing over all else.”

Your heart seized and you ignored it to push your hand back against S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s chassis.

Donnie didn’t deserve that right now.

“You made the right choice.” You mumbled softly. “Being alone like that…”

“I know… It must have been terrifying.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sympathized with a hum that you thought might be a rev of his rotors.

“Aren’t you my little knight in purple armor?” You chanced a single giggle and it didn’t sting as much as you would have thought.

“Why thank you!” It leaned away only long enough to bow before dropping back into your hand. “To your earlier question. He/Him. Sentient A.I. built by Donatello when he was only a teenager.”

You definitely knew it was probably rude, but you couldn’t help but balk. “Sentient?”

“Yeah, I-”

“And he has you doing maintenance?!” You shoved passed the pain because that sounded incredibly unfair.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. relaxed in what you identified as a smug agreement. “We’ve had tenuous times, but-” His eye darted to check again before his voice dropped. “He’ll deny it if you ask, but we consider ourselves equals these days. What I do now was agreed upon by both parties. There were times when I thought about leaving, but…”

The hesitation there that was easy for you to decipher. “You worry about him like I do.”

He lifted his head slightly. “No offense, I like you a lot. Like a lot, but we are not the same in that regard. Sorry…”

Your lips pursed. “No, no. You’re right. You’ve been with him way longer.”

He gave a little nervous nod.

“I’m okay, not offended!” You brought your other hand in and gave S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. a little noogie.

His rotors whirled wildly for a second and he seemed happy.

“This isn’t second guessing you, because… yeah, you know more, but wouldn’t lowering your voice not do… anything?” You tilted your head.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. took on a mischievous air. “Oh, I’m running minor interference on his cochlear implants.”

Your eyes widened.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. soured quickly. “Which… I’m seeing you didn’t know about.” He made a clicking noise like he had a tongue. “Ugh, he’s so infuriating! I don’t have access to the full recordings unless necessary and I’m not usually there for your dates outside of the apartment, but I’ll never understand why he keeps you in the dark about certain things.”

There were about a hundred things you needed to question in that statement, but you started with one that particularly haunted you. “W-wait… outside the apartment, that means that inside…?” You flushed.

“Oh… uh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. leaned away in what you read as a grimace. “If it makes you feel better I never developed sexual attraction and see the act ambivalently?”

You reached out in a flash and covered the drone’s eyes as you mentally screeched.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. laughed.

“When I said you knew more about me, I didn’t mean like that!” Your voice cracked.

“While I acknowledge your embarrassment, it really isn’t necessary.” He tittered.

You groaned and uncovered him.

“I dislike the thought, but if you really want I could throw those memories in long term storage? They wouldn’t be immediately accessible so kinda like forgetting.”

You bobbed with light surprise. “No… I wouldn’t ask you to do that even if it didn’t bother you. Erasing memories? No thanks…”

“You get it.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. nodded enthusiastically. “I will promise to ‘look away’ from now on!”

“Thanks.” You responded dryly.

He laughed again and you caught a little sliver of purple out of the corner of your eye. Looking to meet it, you watched it disappear around the wall as soon as you raised your head. “Donnie.”

There was a lengthy pause. “Yes?”

“Better?”

“I still don’t see the necessity.” Donnie appeared with folded arms.

“Dude.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed.

Donnie’s eyes narrowed, but it didn’t manifest into a full glare. You took that as enough evidence and beckoned him with a hand. His arms unfurled and he seemed wary as he approached.

“It seems like…” You hesitated because you were feeling a little full of yourself. “You… both have my best interests at heart?”

Donnie seemed prepared to say something, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. excitedly buried himself right into your chest.

“Heck yeah!”

You jarred slightly before giving in and wrapping your arms around the drone’s otherwise stiff body.

Sharp clicks pulled you both out of the snuggle and towards Donnie. His attention sat squarely on the drone and he looked as though he would rip S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to shreds the moment you let go. You pulled the drone closer because of it and the sound grew. “Don!”

In a bitter snort, Donnie stopped and tried to look to you even though his enraged eye kept darting down.

“Possessive much?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chuckled.

“A lot?” Donnie’s eye grew manic as he mocked. “Like a lot?!”

“So what?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s lids dropped half way to show how little he cared.

“You may be your own being now, but I programmed you, you insolent hunk of circuitry!” One of Donnie’s arms shot forward and landed beside your hip farthest from him so he could crane over your space. “Acknowledge you are predisposition to like the same things as me.”

“And water down my feelings for Y/N?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chuffed.

“Don’t.” You looked down at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

The drone seemed to perk up and turned his attention toward you.

“You don’t like me like Donnie does, do you?” You kept your voice stern.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. held out for several more seconds before sinking down. “No, I don’t.”

“Don’t mess with him like that then. It’s not funny.” You let go and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot airborne to be out of reach.

Donnie tracked the drone’s movement and didn’t budge from where he was crowding you.

Your mind raged at how little he deserved it, but affection budded nonetheless. You leaned forward carefully and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You stop too. It’s over. He’s pushing your buttons on purpose.”

Donnie moved only his pupil to examine you before he relented and retreated.

“Seems… like a good time to prep the boxes for transport.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed, heading towards the partition. “Have a nice talk! Nice meeting you officially Y/N! In case I don’t get to say it later, we’ll talk soon!”

“Yeah.” You gave a small wave as the drone disappeared around the corner.

For a long moment, Donnie simply sat on the edge of the bed. You reached over to retrieve the water and protein bar. You nibbled and sipped lightly until you nearly finished both off. Donnie seemed prepared to take your trash, but you replaced it on the nightstand before he could do so. “You’re moving?”

“This location has been compromised.”

You nodded.

Donnie withered ever so slightly. “Y/N…”

“I’ll ask the questions and you answer in order.”

He didn’t look at you as he gave a single nod.

“Who were they?”

Donnie’s lip twitched. “Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo Hamato.”

You had heard the last of which, but now having the whole set cemented it for you. In your lap you fisted your hands before relaxing them.

Beside you, Donnie seemed tense.

“This might…” You hesitated. “This is going to take a while. I know you were in rush-”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was correct.”

You blinked up at him.

Donnie let out an audible exhale before addressing you. “This requires time. You have my attention.”

Did you thank him?

You ended up only giving a bare nod.

“So…” You got caught on how to frame it. “You’re… an ex vigilante squad member?”

Donnie shot straight and the corners of his mouth curled at what you assumed must have been pain. That didn’t seem to phase him nearly as much as your words. He went through several stages, first, starting with unadulterated offense as if you had found his basal most insecurity and paraded it around. He then shifted to rage which he had to turn and send off in another direction as if it would burn you. He finally settled on an indifference that seemed to drip with a corrosive acid ready to burn holes in the floor were it to escape his features.

You could only backpedal. “Not… that then…!” You grimaced with your teeth. “I just… the whole color coordinated bandana and-”

“We-!” The sound was a clear interjection.

Your lips closed with a pop and your saw how even though Donnie seemed to barely be keeping it together that there was s shred of remorse there.

At least he knew he was being rude.

He still found that you accepted his interruption, so he then shifted inwards towards himself and lowered his gaze. “-were created for some experiment by an old fool that thought he could use us to destroy humanity. He almost succeeded with-” He seemed to realize something and cut himself off with a wrinkle of his snout.

How the hell were you supposed to react to any of that?

You cursed yourself for taking point.

Grasping desperately at the only sense you could make, a hollow question came out. “And… Wait… how does that work? How do you all have the same naming… thing? Didn’t you say you named yourself?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t responded in time.

It was in the air.

Something was wrong.

Eyes darting right to Donnie’s face, you found he was no longer with you.

His neck had retracted and the tautness with which he held himself was pulled to such a degree that you could see the muscles in his throat bulge against his wraps. His pupils were nearly gone within an incensed expression and what was left of them darted as they saw something you could not.

Panic flooded you as, for a moment, what already didn’t make sense now made less.

Then you heard his voice.

It wasn’t coming from him, but from a memory.

“This one especially, I can’t-”

The ball bearing in your chest dropped.

The heavy weights rolled as you realized he was having a PTSD event.

You not only knew nothing in general, but you were severely out of your depth in this as well.

Your lips opened in an attempt to call to him when you thought better.

Using his name, or any variation, was out of the question.

Trying not to sink yourself, you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye. Gaze flying to Donnie, you found he had the barest visible shake to him.

It strengthened resolve.

“Hey…” You didn’t dare reach out. “It’s Y/N. Can you hear me?”

The lack of response was deafening, but you couldn’t give up.

“Wherever you are-”

Wait.

You knew this.

“It’s not happening anymore.”

You leaned in a little so he might pick up your scent.

“You need to look. You’re in your apartment. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

The shaking stopped.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Please… Just look. You need to look.”

It took several more seconds until incrementally Donnie’s head lowered several centimeters. Then a weariness broke out on his brow before his lids finally descended.

“That’s it. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay.”

When his eyes opened, it was with heavy regret and exhaustion.

You hovered close unsure if you should keep repeating yourself.

Lucidity seemed apparent and Donnie tried to covertly look around.

You watched carefully before he came upon you and gave a nod as if confirming his return.

Your shoulders fell from where you were holding them taunt.

“You…” He made a move like his tongue was dry and he had to wet it before continuing. “…can resume your questions.”

Nope.

Not happening.

“Get up.” You shifted up onto your knees and shoved the sheets away.

He seemed confused, but worn down enough to compile.

You scooted towards the edge of the bed and threw your legs off. You then parted them and gestured for him to come over.

“Y/N… Now is not the time…” The fact that he didn’t have enough energy to scold you for whatever he assumed spoke volumes.

“I know.” That wasn’t good enough. You squared your shoulders and set your jaw. “I know.”

His head tilted the barest amount.

“Sit down, back facing me.” You patted your leg even though that’s not where you meant for him to go.

He only spared you one last look before the invitation of sitting seemed to win out above all else.

As he moved to get down, you thought better and went to grab your pillow. You returned just as he settled onto his knees and you placed the pillow between your legs, just shy of the floor.

With a hand to the ground for stabilization, he turned and you adjusted the cushion for him to lean back on when he finally did so. Settling some, you could feel the radiating strain wafting off of him.

“It’s okay…” You whispered softly before reaching out. You made a show of your hands in his periphery and you could just barely see his eye view them before rolling up to look at you from where you now hovered over him. You took that as enough of a confirmation and, with the utmost care, wafted your fingertips over his jaw and back towards his tympanum.

His muscles felt painfully stiff and didn’t settle as you reached out to do another swipe. Bringing your other hand in to make up the real estate on the opposite side, you focused all your efforts on detail. Timing strokes with one another, you rubbed with only enough pressure that the touch wouldn’t feel ticklish while also not treading on overbearing. You tried to make it clear with your hands alone that he could call a halt at any moment. Making sure not to deviate from an exact path to keep any guesswork to a minimum, slowly you felt Donnie’s jaw unlock.

With that key turned, it took mere seconds for him to nearly collapse. A hearty breath escaped his lips and he sank back into the pillow so hard the bed shifted. It must not have hurt his wound because his head lolled back until he could openly watch you.

“Only when you’re ready.” You kept your hush and closed your eyes so as not to deter him. “Don’t force it.”

You felt a nod underhand and made sure to keep the pattern steady. Several minutes passed and just to keep from chaffing him, you fluttered your fingers some while keeping the same path. His head tilted slightly and eventually you felt a small touch to your right arm. Opening your eyes, you found Donnie liquefied beneath you and he caught a gentle hold of you as soon as he had your attention. “Hi.”

“Hey.” You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“I’m sorry.”

You had acceptance on your lips but shooed it away.

It wasn’t actually okay.

None of this was.

He looked down so he could watch as his grip cascaded down to your hand. He then manipulated your fingers into a fist and brought it to his chest. He rounded it in a circle before speaking again, “I’m sorry.”

He surely felt the little jolt of realization that went through you.

“If… If all of this hasn’t finally cemented your decision otherwise. I’d like to teach you ASL… If you were open to such a thing.”

Spreading out your fingers you pressed them to his plastron. “That again? I’m here aren’t I?”

It played on his face, but didn’t pass his lips.

What choice did you have?

You frowned and leaned further over him. He looked up and saw your frown. “You’re going to teach me.”

He gave his head a single amused, but battered shake. “I’ll teach you the accurate version, but you’ll be able to understand my modified one.”

“Good.”

He sighed and you brought your free hand up to press your fingers to his wrinkled brow. It smoothed out some through his mask and you gently pet towards the back of his head. He seemed to like it so you repeated the movement. “Tell me what happened to you last night.”

You slowed to study him. Finding his expression open, you turned your response rueful. “Me first?”

“It will aide my explanation and give me a chance to itemize all the individual apologies necessary.”

You gave a single chuckle and brushed a little too close to his eyes to make him wink. “I don’t get any and then I get a bundle.”

“They would lose their meaning otherwise.”

You paused and rolled your eyes before continuing to caress him. “Well, Mikey… Michelangelo…?”

“Orange Oaf.”

You swatted slightly at the top of Donnie’s head.

“Call him anything you like, he won’t deserve any of it.”

Your lip trended upward again. You tried to temper it. “He wrapped these… chains around me and-” You halted and looked down. They had definitely burned that night, but there was no scarring. The doctor hadn’t mentioned anything about burns either. “How…?”

“It’s called mystic powers. Each one of those Neanderthals has a unique one.”

You blinked at Donnie before shaking off the disbelief. “Already enhanced and now super powers. Cool.” You hoped sarcasm would help comfort you, but it did little in the grand scheme. “They burned then, but there’s no mark.”

“Where?” Donnie was already scooting up.

You put a hand to his shoulder to stop him before pouring yourself over him. It meant your chest landed on his head so you could extend one arm out. You then wreathed the other around his head to point at where you remembered the sizzling sensation. “Here.”

He seemed unperturbed with your weight and more interested in studying your limb. He turned it over curiously and placed it back when he was done. “You would think a magic system centuries old would have set rules and yet there are still things the yokai don’t care to understand. For them, they have grown comfortable with the fact that it works and not the why or how.” His bitterness was evident.

“Yokai, you’ve said that before.”

“They believe themselves different from mutants, but I have evidence otherwise. The term is a Japanese one that acts as a sort of bestiary for so-called mythical creatures that happen to actually exist.”

You pulled back and coaxed his head to do the same so you could overlook him. “How… how many really exist?”

“Probably every you’ve heard of in some shape or form.” His even attitude on the explanation erased any doubts you might have had about how outlandish what he was saying was.

Sinking forward and in spite of your ribs protests, you touched your forehead to Donnie’s. “If it wasn’t for this concussion, I think I would be having a mental breakdown.”

He reached up and brushed your cheek. “Without malice, this is why I hoped to disperse this information in chunks.”

You nodded and lifted up. “We touched on mutants once and, stop me if this is too sensitive, but it sounds like your creation…?”

“Was unique? Without question.” He let his arm drop lazily onto your leg. “A Warrior Alchemist’s dream to conquer Earth’s surface.”

Your eye darted away and then back.

“You’ll often find phrasing such as ‘topside’ and the like. The Yokai live beneath New York in the moronically named, Hidden City.”

A secret city.

You resisted the urge to laugh out of sheer hysteria.

“B-back to my rundown…” A little nervous giggle leaked out.

Donnie gave your knee a squeeze to translate that he understood.

You were petting him more for your sake now. “So the not really burning magic chains burned me and Mikey yanked me around like a kid with a balloon. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. made the pack… shell? I think you said shell… way too heavy to fight him off, but all this crazy swinging happened and I almost crashed into a building going at least 70mph.”

Donnie was up before you could register what was happening. Now facing you on his knees, his gaze darted wildly over your person and he caught your arms as if to hold you still under the examination even though you hadn’t moved.

“Woah! I’ve already been checked out, remember?”

Rage was swallowing Donnie whole. “Fucking botched bullshit rescue attempt. He’s utter scum. I’ll-”

You caught his face and squished his cheeks. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. saved me and, while I appreciate you defending me, really I do, I’d rather keep talking.”

Donnie used his grip to pull you from yours. “I’m taking that as permission.” He then all too easily swiveled to drop right back into his original position.

“I… have a feeling I don’t like what I’m agreeing too.”

Donnie gave you an utterly plastic smile.

You squished his cheeks over it and he nipped at you.

You retracted and sneered. “Truce.”

He gave a single nod and you sighed.

“… and so Mikey just keeps talking, so many apologies.” You did a single caress of Donnie’s chin in thought. “I know you told me not to, but I did end up saying a couple things.”

“What?” Just as he settled, he was on high alert again.

“Nothing!” You brought your voice up even though it stung your ears to keep him from freaking out again. “Nothing bad, nothing incriminating, nothing important, okay?”

“Tell me and I will decide.”

You groaned. “After he almost killed me, he let go and asked me to stop the arms, but like I had any control over that.” You wilted some and tucked both your hands under Donnie’s chin.

He put a little downward pressure to make his presence known.

“He kept trying to make a deal with me. Offering pizza or something and I yelled at him about how I was doing fine on my own with them. Them beings his brothers and-” You blinked wide.

Not only had Mikey said it exactly, but Leo had used the slang term as well. You sent that gaping look at Donnie.

A seething one was waiting for you. “We may share a paltry amount of DNA. We are not related.”

You gave a little nod and had to look away. “Um… then I definitely screamed something that was probably ‘what the fuck’ because S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. started swinging like Tarzan and Mikey started… flying! Like through the air!”

Donnie seemed unenthused. “Another power of his.”

You cupped his chin and resisted yanking his head. “They have multiple… Ugh… In seconds there were hundreds of those chains and one ripped an arm off S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and then we were on a roof and it was like an old martial arts movie where you couldn’t see the fighting between them and while Mikey was distracted… I sort of… kicked him off the roof?” Remembering how you got away brought your shoulders up sheepishly.

Donnie stared up at you with wide eyes.

“Oh and I called him carrot cake and told him to get lost.”

That sounded dumb in hindsight.

“Kiss me.”

Your stomach flipped on contact. “What?!”

“Now.” His hand was already craning behind your head.

The upside down angle was awkward and he had to skirt your bump by grasping the back of the neck, but your lips found each other and the intensity he poured into it made up for all difficulty.

He only allowed you to break away well after you were dizzy before murmuring into your lips. “Incredible.”

You barely got away and ended up hiding your heated cheeks into the top of his head.

His arm came away and traced until he found your hand to hold it. “What happened after that?”

You turned your head only enough to not speak into his bandana. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned into a freaking jet pack and then buried me in trash where you found me.”

Donnie traced your knuckles. “That was my second biggest failing of the night. The programming for emergency drop off at the cleaners is imprecise on purpose. If there is not designated drop zone and, instead all of Chinatown, it is more difficult to track. Unfortunately, it also the reason why I could not immediately pinpoint your exact location.”

You guessed that made sense. You tapped lightly from where you still had a hold of Donnie’s chin.

“I won’t apologize for that tracker. I found it to be a necessary exception to the rule.”

You nodded quickly to show you agreed.

He relaxed a little.

You adored how seriously he took that promise.

Or any of his promises really.

“That tracker being a compact version of my tech gauntlet, for the record. I keep it on me in case… there is danger…” He hesitated before pushing forth to something else. “It’s self contained in the event of capture and only emanates a location beacon. To gather the data from it, I’ll need to connect to my system.”

That’s why you couldn’t give it back.

It was almost comical that Donnie had gifted you an out. “You mentioned danger…?”

He winced, but didn’t pull away. “The biggest failing and my lengthiest apology…”

You brought your head up to look at him.

“As you probably already surmised, I knew those idiots had been following me. I have my own systems in place that tipped me off as soon as they traced the same area twice. I was able to shift our meetings to a point, but I-” His teeth bared. “I-“

You placed a slow kiss to his forehead as way to tell him to take his time.

It only seemed to pain him more. “If this were to have happened at any other time, I would have taken my so-called business trip. I would have disappeared the moment they caught on. It has always been so easy to avoid their detection, but now-“

He had you.

You screwed your eyes shut.

It wasn’t your fault.

You knew that.

In fact, none of this was anyone’s fault.

If this whole thing were to happen over again, you tried to imagine how you could change anything.

You already missed Donnie after he only had retreated just a little.

You weren’t sure what you would have done if he had needed to outright disappear.

Your heart sank.

Your eyes shot wide. “Donnie.”

He was watching closely. “Yes?”

“You said this location in compromised.”

You could see it in his eyes; he knew what you were about to ask. “Correct.”

“And you’re clearly moving.”

He gave a slow nod.

“Your ‘business trip’ is running to the Hidden City, isn’t it?’

Though it swirled with dejection, there was a proud quality to his gaze. “It would be best for me to leave as soon as I am able.”

Your eyes closed again and this time you shrank away.

He seemed to feel the need to fill the air. “It’s for your safety. We need to make it look like I’ve lost interest in you. It is an absolute that they will be tailing you. As soon as they realize I’ve left you behind and, barring that they don’t accost you, they will mostly likely assume that I’ve moved on for whatever reason and leave you be. Their idiotic moral compasses make them sloppy.”

You tapped his chin to tell him you were still there.

You only had pathetic responses in mind.

You tried to keep them corralled, but one got out.

“How long?”

You didn’t even necessarily hate how broken your voice sounded.

It was more that you hated everything else.

His silence reigned and you knew exactly what it meant.

As long as it takes.

He pulled free from your grasp to turn around.

You stiffened your upper lip. “I’m not going to cry.”

“You… can. If you need to.” There was a warbled quality to his voice.

You shook your head; the fuzz shifted in your ears. “No, you don’t like it. I’ve cried enough on you.”

“That is my fault.”

You shook harder and felt the first warning tinges of vertigo.

“Y/N.”

“You won’t be able to contact me at all, will you?”

He stiffened.

You wrenched your lids up.

“I… repaired and replaced the screen on your device with one of a higher quality, but I did not tamper with it. I would have to give you an entirely new device and at this time I don’t have the parts necessary. It would require a trip to the Hidden City. Doubling back in inadvisable to the plan.”

So, you’re just going to leave?

You mentally caught the thought as it tried to worm its way out of your throat and throttled it with your bare hands. Your frustration manifested as a darkness inside of you and went through its usual misplaced subjects. It first found a white hot rage for whoever these ridiculous turtles were and whatever vendetta they had with Donnie. It then reared on Donnie himself for having allowed this to happen. Picking the wrong foe, you took your turn in beating it back into submission. It then weakly pointed to you with its last vestiges for having ignored every red flag you were ever given.

This was inevitable due to your willing ignorance.

Donnie scooped you up.

Still lost in your mental battle, you squeaked as he walked straight onto the bed with you in tow. He then did a quick nesting by kicking in a single rotation. It whipped up the sheets into a spiral and he plopped down into it with you in his laid across his lap. He then plucked up the pillows and situated them, one behind you and one behind him, before settling down.

“What are you doing?” You croaked.

“I’m sorry.”

You pushed against his plastron to try and sit up. “That doesn’t actually answer…”

“I’m sorry I allowed this to happen. I’m sorry I prioritized my selfish desires over your safety. I’m sorry I broke my promise to otherwise keep you safe. I’m sorry I placed you in the direct line of fire. I’m sorry I left you by yourself in a lion’s den. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you from being injured. I’m sorry I was directly responsible for nearly every bruise on your body. I’m sorry I didn’t share any of this prior. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry I prevented you from attending your event. I’m sorry I trapped you in actual garbage with no seemingly recourse or consideration. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I’m sorry I treated you like utter shit when I did. I’m sorry I let my injuries cloud my judgment. I’m sorry I snapped. I’m sorry I-” He choked and you realized he hadn’t breathed the entire time.

You sat up and gingerly reached for his cheek when you saw the shine to his eye.

The dew formed a globule as he refused to blink and you could hear the labor of his breath.

Your heart was already broken.

He had somehow still found a way to shatter it.

“Donnie…”

“There’s more!” He wheezed and tried to collect himself to continue. “I just need to-” He gasped as again he couldn’t get the air down.

You knew the feeling.

The one where tears seemed to clog your throat even though the two pathways were separate.

You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.

His arms encircled before crushing you to him.

Your ribs shouted warnings and you ignored them.

He rooted his face down into the crook of your neck.

Marathoning the stages of grief in a speed run wrecked the last shreds of your mental state. You only allowed a few tears to leak out, but it was enough. You waited to see if a wetness would soak your shoulder, but Donnie was fighting the exact same battle. You eventually lost your grip out of sheer emotional exhaustion. You weren’t sure if Donnie had done the same as a sort of numbness had taken hold..

Time simply passed as cruel and merciless as ever.

You began the retraction first and Donnie followed listlessly.

You found him on the other side with bloodshot eyes and a dry mask.

He’d won out in that he hadn’t let a single tear fall.

He brought your foreheads together.

“What happens next?” Your voice was hoarse.

“I leave.” He mumbled back.

“And then?”

“I find you when we are clear. I do not expect you to wait.”

You pinched his cheek hard.

He simply let you.

“I expect you to.”

“There is no one else.”

Your heart did a stupid skip.

You wanted to kick it.

What were you supposed to do?

“We will split our time between my properties going forward. If you are still amenable, the shared calendar will help immensely.”

You squinted.

“I will also work on other measures when I am away. They know not what they have wrought. Not only have they firmly placed themselves further on my shit list than ever before, but the bastard’s had the audacity to give a genius time? Idle hands.”

“Properties? Plural?”

His head tilted slightly. “Yes?”

“What do you mean?”

He seemed to think and from what you could tell his conclusion was a realization he hadn’t told you. “Oh, I have six identical apartments.”

“You have…?”

“I suppose five technically now, but I will coordinate acquisitions of another.”

“Identical?”

“Y/N, I don’t see why this is pertinent.”

“Humor me.” You did you best mimic of his manic gaze.

He quieted in slight surprise.

“Are they… all in this building?”

His reared with disgust. “What would be the point? They are across the city.”

“How are they identical!?”

“I modify them to my liking?” He eyed you as he obviously didn’t understand.

“So if I were to walk in, say, number 2, it would look…?”

“Exactly like this one. It’s makes for convenience, especially when you consider how often I cycle through property. Staying in one place too long yields undesirable results such as what you have seen.”

“Stupid… Rich… Idiot!!” You roared and caught the lapels of his cardigan to hoist yourself up. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

He yielded out of sheer confusion. “Obviously I am not.”

“So this was a dummy apartment the whole time?!”

“No.” He covered his hands over yours. “They all look like this. It simply didn’t matter which we used. At the time, it was the closest for our needs.”

“And after that?!”

“I could not have predicted this would be your reaction, but for ease’s sake, it didn’t seem like a necessity to explain the others. It is not an excuse, but this is on my apology list.”

Your head lolled back and you screamed at the ceiling.

Your head hurt.

How long did concussions take to heal?

“Though I can only assume it will garner a negative reaction, I must point out it is fascinating you are having a more visceral response to this than finding out about those three wretches.”

“Well yeah, they were jerks!” You came around to glare at him.

The leer in Donnie’s eye at that comment caused you to lean back before headbutting him.

Your head already hurt.

What was a little more?

His hissed bitterly and released you to hold his snout. “This simply makes no sense. Why!?”

“Tell me one thing then.”

Through his hands, he looked at you.

“Are the things Leo said true?”

Donnie dropped his gaze and you watched as he went through the copy. His eyes darted slightly as he scanned for detail before he resurfaced. “Some of which. Otherwise it was a pathetic attempt to goad me. His ridiculous banter was a feeble endeavor to stall while the Orange Oaf got into position. It is lamentable he was made leader. His plan would never have worked. Separating us gave us the best option of escape, as seen.”

“Did you factor in getting injured?”

His hands came down in an act of fealty. Though he held out, he clearly hadn’t been injured by you. “For you, no, but since I have covered that, and, judging by your expression, it seems you are referring to me.”

You gave a single nod.

“You needed my battle shell. Given the option, I would give it to you every time.”

“Donnie.”

He lip curled. “The blue bastard is always one to exploit a weakness. It is his only positive quality.”

“What else was true?”

Donnie soured.

“That’s the last I’ll ask.”

He made a little noise of discontent. “The many names over the years were due to a lack of branding on my part. Every new media cycle seemed to assign me a new one as I wasn’t palatable enough for the public.”

You leaned back slightly, some of your anger draining away at how absurd that was.

“I had and still deem a majority of life forms useless.”

“That one isn’t that surprising.”

He didn’t fully smile by any means, but the corner of his lips said there was some amusement there.

You could also sense there was more. “… Donnie.”

Any levity dropped as he took on a serious air and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve done appalling things in my life.”

Your shoulders drooped.

He’d hinted as much, but it simply seemed so unlike what you’d seen.

“I hadn’t retired.” He broke eye contact as he grappled with something before looking back with an even more severe aura. “Instead, our last major altercation was one I had not planned on coming back from.”

Worry injected itself directly into your spine.

“No…” He dropped again and did not return. “That doesn’t herald the correct clarity. It wasn’t just then. It was that whole time period. By all accounts, I should not have survived.”

Your lips parted.

“I shouldn’t be here. I should have died.” He finally looked back to you and what was there was a depth you had yet to see.

It encased only pain.

You looked down to where your hands were still locked into his sweater.

You released them with a slow ache from how tightly you had gripped the fabric.

He gave a single empty chuckle. “And one day, as I lay broken on the ground, rain trying to drown what was left of me, I did some calculations.”

You searched his face.

It read acceptance.

“I had made it to 30.”

You wanted to touch him, but couldn’t bring yourself to.

You couldn’t do much of anything.

He grew quiet.

It didn’t seem like he had said too much, but instead he almost seemed fond of the memory.

Nausea caused your saliva production to increase.

“When you beat an impossibility, one which you have accepted as a fateful truth your whole life, it leaves little in a ways of how to proceed.”

Your little inhale caught his attention.

He reached out and brushed a line from the plump of your cheek up into your hair.

His touch held only tenderness.

His voice dipped so low, you could barely hear it. “I’m sorry I’ll never be more than a deplorable villain.”

“You’re wrong.”

There was a pity in his gaze.

“You are.”

“When will you see?”

“I won’t.” You caught his hand and wrangled him until you had one of his fingers. You then directed it to press directly to the pulse point at his throat. “I’m glad you’re still here and I will never stop being thankful that our stupid sandwich orders were the same. Sure, you are insufferable in so many ways, but not only do you find a way to make every negative endearing, you also either try to offset it with triple the amount of positives or show a remorse that no cartoon creep could even fathom.”

“Your blind eye will get you killed and I will decimate this planet for ever considering bringing harm to you.”

“That means you’ll have to live.” You reached up and touched his cheek.

“Another permission granted, then.”

“Nope. I don’t approve of you only living for me.” You pulled away and he leaned down a bit as chasing the touch.

“I don’t.”

“Good. Then we both live. Done.”

“Y/N…”

“You know you always ask me to see. See what you see, see how you really are, everything like that, but have you ever considered seeing yourself through my eyes? What I see?”

He thought for a moment before he psychically shook the thought off. “No. That would be asinine.”

“Because I’m blinded? Not seeing the red flags and don’t have the full story?”

He gave a tight nod.

“Have I ever needed any of that to know you?”

He paused.

“How many times have I accurately guessed something about you? Has it ever kept me from understanding how you feel?”

His brows knit.

“Sure, we’ve had to adjust, but that’s just how people are when they get close. Past that though?”

His pupils seemed to stall.

“You’re more than what you’ve done.”

His body slacked as if something that had been holding it up for years was removed. He watched you openly.

“Though, for the record, you are going to tell me one day.”

He caught you in a kiss.

With one move of his lips he penned at least dozen emotions so abstract they could be translated no other way. You gave into to them openly and with a press he read you a hundred more. His hand skimmed your arm and seared poetry into your skin. His arm dipped around your back propping novels there in any attempt to hold you up in what was an utter onslaught of text.

You replied with only two words.

I know.

Standing just outside the threshold, you looked into the empty apartment.

Beside you, Donnie’s keys jingled as he fiddled with his tech gauntlet. It was now the form of a several inch wide black back with a little purple screen that he tapped on lightly before it went dark and disappeared under the sleeve of his coat.

“The last of my tech has been extracted and there is not a trace of DNA evidence left behind.”

You nodded, still staring into the stark space.

“I have five more.” He teased and you shot him a glare as he closed the door.

With a quick turn, it was locked and would be forever relegated to your early memories with Donnie.

“The plan.”

“We leave at the same time heading in two separate intricate paths. I’ll go out the back and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. will be overseeing from the sky to make sure trek is clear. He’ll buzz me if I need to take a detour.”

“Your medical supplies have been delivered to your apartment already. I have taken up a retainer at the cleaners. If you have any complications. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. will be available to direct you there if necessary. Otherwise, he will be on watch and is not to make contact.”

“I literally have no idea how I’m supposed to explain this to my roommate. After the chase debacle, she’s got you pegged as abusive. If she sees the bandages..” You scrubbed your face.

“I may consider that my only advantage to fleeing the city.”

You pursed your lips. “Leaving me holding the bag!”

“Somehow I suspect the steady stream to packages due to arrive at your doorstep throughout my absence shall ease the burden.”

You squashed your excitement to narrow your gaze. “When the heck did you have time to set up… whatever that is?”

“Deadlines.” He waved you off and pulled out his phone to give it a quick tap.

“Good with them, whatever.” You huffed.

“That and the two new tickets to your pop-up exhibit.”

You bobbed. “Donnie!”

“I hacked the system to create additional slots. No one else lost theirs.” He smiled to himself.

“Ugh. Stop taking away my chance to be annoyed!” You looked away before quickly seeking him in your periphery.

“Ask.” He pocketed his device. “It’s your last chance for at least a few weeks.”

“I won’t be able to reach you… but if I were to… say… send you messages, what would happen?”

“They would be undeliverable.”

“Completely?”

He seemed to think. “At least until I return to the network, yes.”

“Would they go through then?”

Gears were turning. “Delayed messages can go through, but it effects their time and date data. Simplifying the process, messages such as those are stored in a server queue to be sent when the phone is available. The device is tried with a growing duration between each attempt. The overall length of which depends on the network, but it is typically only stored a week before the message is removed from the queue.”

“Oh.”

That was too much information.

You tried to go back through it.

“Unless, one were to say… alter the terms for a single device, store them on a private cloud unknown within their own database, and, with an unique activation code, trigger delivery only when the recipient is ready to receive.”

You shifted cutely and smiled up at Donnie.

“All hypothetical, of course.”

“Of course.” You nodded.

You both smiled.

Then the lingering set in.

Trapped by the knowledge that this was the parting moment, neither of you wanted to give it finality.

“Promise you’ll come back.”

Damn your treacherous mouth.

He softened. “I promise.”

The trip to the lobby was one of silence. Your goodbye kiss was modest by all accounts. Giving it heat or weight felt like there was no chance for more. Donnie left you with a heated whisper about awaiting your messages and your blush activated at his caress of your ear. In a turn of his usual dashing coat, he then exited out the front and you watched through the glass as he disappeared before you went to make your own escape.

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