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002yb · 8 months

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My heart???? I pove the amnesiac Jason being in love AGAIN with Dick. Please give us all your thoughts and Bruce and Tim and Damian and Alfred aaaaa

The trope of Jason having an undying crush on Dick Grayson is one that I'll shoehorn into every bit of anything I ever write, hahaha. I love it so much; it's so sweet. Thank you for following along with the secretary AU though. //u/// Here's some general thoughts for them:

Bruce

There are times Bruce has to do his job. Unfortunately, part of that job includes playing nice with his employees. A lot of people want to get in good with the CEO so that they'll be better favored for promotions. Rubbing elbows is part of corporate culture.

Only Jason doesn't give a fuck. Do you have an appointment? Of course they don't; Jason sure as hell didn't make one for them. Get outta here.

Just Jason being the most ornery secretary/assistant, an actual guard dog outside of Bruce's office.

Meanwhile Bruce just looking on from the glass panes separating them and being so smitten because look at his boy - small as he ever was and just as fierce as before. Viciousness being innately Jason and Bruce appreciating it in a way he hadn't before.

And when Jason finally shoos whatever bootlicker comes along, he sits back in his chair with a huff, before glancing at Bruce and smiling that ornery little smirk and Bruce loves him so damn much.

Unrelated: when Bruce can't stay on task, Jason moves himself to temporarily sit in Bruce's office with him. Just sitting across from Bruce at his desk and supervising because they've got deadlines, boss.

The above is a strategy Bruce employs to get Jason closer to him. It works up until Jason realizes what Bruce is doing, after which Jason withholds himself until Bruce does his job and Bruce is despondent over it, of course, but also a little humored and fond and affectionate because that's his boy.

Alfred

The way this man fishes for information on his grandbaby (Damian) being so next level. He laments to Jason about how he always wanted grandchildren, but... *sidelong glance to Bruce who straightens up in his office*

The joke being that Damian is actually Bruce's kid, only Jason still hasn't brought Damian around so they can't confirm anything.

Anyway, Jason shares pictures and Alfred adores them. Especially the ones that have both Jason and Damian in them.

And Alfred is a gentleman, a professional. He doesn't get cranky, only he does hahaha. Because he wants Jason home and he wants to meet his (great) grandbaby, Master Bruce. l<

Until they can sort that though, Alfred is very doting to Jason and Damian. He can't overstep, but when opportunity presents itself, Alfred offers up recipes that he knows Jason will like and that would be appropriate for a fussy child. He offers up little caretaking tips and tricks and bites back chortles when Jason jokes about trying them on Bruce.

Alfred startling when he gets a text from Jason one day asking for help with a sick child

And Alfred is halfway to the garage before he realizes how inappropriate that would be so he parks himself right beside the door just in case Jason requests him

Which he doesn't, which breaks Alfred's heart. But Jason does call and Alfred is able to talk Jason down and help him through whatever crisis Damian has brought on.

And later, Jason passing along a thank you card that Damian also contributed some baby scribbles to. Along with a little gift, a tea cup, that Damian helped pick out. Because they're really grateful and Alfred is composed about it until he gets back to the car and then he just holds this sweet note and gift and mourns how he wants his family back ahhhhhhhhhh

But Alfred is a strong person and bears the strain of it all and carries on.

It's his new favorite cup though ;U;

Dick

Dick uses the excuse of meeting Bruce and Tim for lunch all of once before he boldly asks Jason out

Bruce's jaw drops so fast. He's damn near tripping over every bit of furniture in his office and his own two feet, scrambling to the door where he falls dramatically against the frame with a lie that he needs Jason to fetch xyz thing from xyz area of WE

Once Jason is out of earshot, Bruce glowering so hard at Dick because don't lead their boy on; get those foul thoughts out of his head

And Dick just here without one impure thought in his head (yet) and being very l: because really, Bruce? Dick would never (only he will).

Anyway, Bruce cockblocking even the most innocent of interactions and Jason being a bit ._. about it because he's never so busy as when Dick turns up to say hi.

Just Dick surprising Jason at the office with drinks and food, little pick-me-ups. And here's the thing - Dick doesn't know Jason like Alfred does. He doesn't know Jason's favorites or things he doesn't. He's figuring it all out in the moment and he keeps making efforts and there's a level of guilt there for not doing this before, sure, but there's also enjoyment because it's Jason and ahhhhhh

When Dick brings by the pick-me-ups and leans against Jason's desk or pulls up a chair to sit across from him and loaf around for a few minutes, Bruce and Tim are just l: because really? Nothing for them?

And Dick laughs because, 'no, Jason's special.'

Which just slays Jason where he stands as he misinterprets Dick's (current) interests and intentions

Something something Dick picking Jason up after work on his bike. And both Bruce and Alfred send death glares Dick's way, but Dick just smiles that cheeky Robin smile at them before helping Jason up behind him and telling him to hold tight

Alfred relents with his petulance immediately if only because his boys look so happy; this is how it should have always been

Bruce, on the other hand, is getting into the car and telling Alfred to follow them immediately, don't lose sight of them! D<

Tim

Copy room meet-cute scenario. Where Tim is about to commit property damage because all the copiers keep jamming on him and he doesn't have the fucking time; he's got a meeting in x number of hours and he needs to prep all the materials and the interns aren't there to help because Tim didn't finish the reports until x o'clock and he's stressed and just got off of patrol he doesn't have time to fight and be bested by a fucking copier and-- 'here, let me help.'

It's Robin. Jason. It's Jason. And Tim feels Jason looks as heroic as he ever did back when the mantle was his to wear.

Jason doing the copying for Tim and brushing off the gratitude. 'I'd rather not explain to the boss that all our copiers were thrashed in the midst of someone's corporate rage ¬‿¬' before it settles on a shrugged, self-aware, 'you take over a lot of boss's work, so it makes sense that I help you, no?'

The stress leaving Tim slowly but surely as Jason and he work side by side to put together Tim's meeting presentation materials for all of the board members/xxxxxx department heads/etc.

Not much chatter, but at the end after Bruce turns up and causes a scene (because Jason is missing from his desk and 'where is he!?') Jason turns to Tim with a crooked smile and insists that if Tim needs help with anything, Jason's there.

And Tim is left there being all awestruck and a little flushed

Plenty of casual interactions after that. Just casual greetings in the morning. Teasing from Jason that disguises blatant check-ins to make sure Tim is good. Which he is. Tim's embarrassed about it, but he notices Bruce taking back some of the work he pushed off onto Tim and...it's better.

So much banter though as they get comfortable. And Tim still sees Robin, but he starts to see Jason more and he likes him a lot.

Tim going to see Bruce and Jason knowing Tim is cool, but tormenting him anyway with the whole 'you got an appt, sir?' shtick

Jason sneakily switching out coffee with water and snickering when he catches Tim grimacing, head snapping to look Jason's direction while Jason gives a cheeky wave

Tim being teased as the next Brucie because of the supposed 'flirtiness' of their interactions; it's a scandal waiting to happen, he's following in Bruce's footsteps, etc. etc.

Tim is embarrassed about the rumors that start to circulate. He doesn't even flinch when Bruce looms over him with a rough demand of, 'what are your intentions with Jason?' like Tim is doing anything uncouth, come on man

Whether because Tim is genuinely interested or he wants to mess with Bruce (in retaliation for the copious amount of work Bruce has passed on to him), Tim pointedly asking Jason out. Right outside of Bruce's office.

Damian

Weeks later, Bruce still creeps outside of Jason's apartment. He hates the neighborhood. Crime rates are too high and the apartment isn't up to code, but he hasn't figured how to tell Jason to move yet. Telling his boy to come home would be inappropriate, as would buying the property beside the manor for Jason to have. He'll figure something out, but before that--

A flutter of sheer curtains and movement in Jason's apartment.

Bruce being persistently curious about the child, Damian, but not having much information outside of passing commentary from Jason (but mostly shared stories from Alfred).

The child is always well-guarded. Regardless of how Tim has tried to get close, the tutors that are with Damian are always very alert. Which is...good. But not conducive to the answers Bruce wants.

Anyway, Bruce being a creep outside of Jason's apartment. Listening in on recently placed bugs and startling because Damian talks.

Apparently Damian has aspirations to be Batman. And Jason humors him even as he laughs under his breath because why.

And to sucker-punch Bruce in the throat, Damian makes a proclamation that wounds Bruce deeply: 'To protect you.'

Jason being all endeared and sweeping Damian up off the ground to hold on his hip and smacking his head with a kiss

'Why not Robin?'

There's a pause, but Damian is quick even at such a young age and proclaims, 'Because you will be my Robin.'

And Bruce just cries on the inside a bit because ouch.

What started as a Damian section became a Dickjay with a Damian cameo section. Truth be told, idk how hold Damian should be.

Where the first member of the batfam Damian meets is actually Dick

Jason invites Dick up after Dick brings him home one evening

And Dick is so happy to be welcomed into this private part of Jason's life - smug because Dick is the first of them to be welcomed and this is an enormous step up from always being the last to know anything

Jason switching off with the tutor (LoA assassin lol) and the assassin and Dick eyeing each other up as they pass one another by because they both sense something's off about one another, just not what

Anyway, Jason locks up (extensive; perfect for the neighborhood, but also hopeful of all that Robin training having lingered in the back of Jason's head) then excuses himself to check that Damian was put to bed properly

Dick taking the opportunity to look around and being so enamored with every detail. There aren't many personal belongings, but there's enough. Used books and well-loved art supplies; second-hand furniture and a half-knitted blanket. There are drawings posted up on the fridge that Dick looks over fondly: depictions of Damian and Jason and few others that make up his family (which spoilers is gonna include Dick once Damian and Dick come to an understanding about Jason)

Anyway, Jason is so proud of Damian's artistic endeavors - a new hobby that Jason encouraged because Damian is otherwise so serious and morose for such a little guy. And Jason's smile when he talks about it, fuck. It's devastating. Dick could listen to Jason talk about this forever - he would love that.

Instead they talk about other things while they have a nightcap. They keep their voices low. Hushed so they don't disturb Damian in the next room.

By this point Dick would be well aware that Jason is still a sassy, ornery little menace firecracker, but it's still a joy to experience it. To trade quips, to banter. Keeping up with Jason's wit and playing a playful game of who has the sharper tongue.

It's them curled on either end of a stubby, narrow couch. Where Jason reaches out his sock-clad foot to shove at Dick's leg and Dick catches him and squeezes and holds on, a mindfully mindless point of contact - tentatively intimate.

And Dick isn't aware of how intimate the moment is - how captivated he is by Jason until suddenly a kid comes between them, face pinched as they click their tongue (and oh, that's a habit of Jason's, isn't it? Cute), taking Dick's hand in the tiniest of grips and forcibly removing Dick from Jason

Then Damian buries himself in Jason's chest before peeking back to glare at Dick. The declaration is clear as anything: he's mine

Jason introduces him, but Damian having none of it because Jason's attention being on another man? In their home? Unforgivable.

Jason being flummoxed because what? He's allowed to have friends, Damian.

No.

Dick smiles at that. He might understand that desire to be possessive.

Introductions made, but Damian being very grumpy

Child rearing difficulties for Jason with setting boundaries and getting Damian to bed because he wants to spend time with Dick, but Damian doesn't want to share

And Dick wants more of Jason. Of course he does, but he's not going to put Jason in a position to pick. Never. So he calls it a night so that Jason can take care of Damian. That besides, it's late. They should both turn in.

Jason grumbling and being a little petulant about it as he sees Dick out at the door, Damian nestled in his arms and resting on his hip, arms wrapped tight around Jason's neck. But really? He'd stay up all night. It's been nice.

Their parting being all sorts of electric although there's nothing more than lingering gazes and slow pull aways and second looks over shoulders only to catch one another still there and sheepish, giddy titters ahhhhhh

Jason resting his back against the closed door while Dick sort of bounces down the hall, invigorated and happy and excited for next time

Next time being: just an hour later when Jason texts to see if Dick made it home safely

They proceed to text through the night and come the following day when Jason looks exhausted? Bruce is concerned. When Dick comes in later with Jason's choice caffeine, looking just as tired? Bruce quickly switches to paranoid because what's happening and why and how does he stop it? l:

Still waffling with how Damian should be, hence his section being a little scarce/vague. It'll get there!

#dickjay #jaydick #brujay #timjay #secretary au

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 7 months

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The Ocean is She(One-Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: Loki's POV summary till the Season 4 Midseason Finale.

Word Count: I just sort of poured out whatever I felt for this dude. Which all shades of sad mostly.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"This is Y/N. She is here to complete her college degree. She will be living here for now." That was the first time Loki saw you. You stood out like a lost firefly in that lounge among the crowd of broken people on Hero Syndrome. While everyone was giving him the stink eye, you passed a flat smile towards his direction before being pulled by the others into questioning. What is someone like her doing here? Loki was meant to have it as a passing thought. But that passing thought slowly percolated into his life in the form he never really thought he would meet again- a friend. "It's okay, I'll have another one." You smiled at him when he took your cup of green tea your first morning there. And Loki would never admit to his ego that the first act of unadulterated kindness had made his heart sink a little into an unnamed ocean before covering it up with 'this woman must have an ulterior motive'. Ulterior motive. Loki was 'on guard' since then, trying to figure you out. You knocking on his door to join the others for a movie night, making him those heavenly molten chocolate lava cakes on his birthday, buying rings and bracelets that reminded you of him, falling asleep in his presence in the library, asking him to help you study for your exams, sending him pictures of cats on the campus, sharing latest memes with him to keep him up to date; everything you did was seen as motive of some bigger game for the God who had once fallen and twice died. But seemingly, he killed a part himself the day he told you about your origins and you did not blame him for a single second. And nothing was the same for God afterwards.

He started paying more attention to you. His initial reason was that unlike the clowns infesting the building always high on either adrenaline or coffee, you were a specimen that he could study. Right. He was studying how you had a habit of cracking your neck every hour no matter what you did. How you would interact with inanimate objects with emotions, like looking at your assignment on the laptop and asking it with tears in your eyes, 'Why won't you conclude yourself in a way that's not gibberish?!'; or how you would gently pat the car and say thank you whenever you arrived at your destination. How your eyes would light up every time you saw a little spawn of the dogs or cats and your voice would go higher to greet them. He was amused by how your calm persona would do a one-eighty when your menstruation cycle was on the verge of bleeding days. That was the exciting part of his day during the cycle- sitting close to your sweatshirt and shorts-clad figure sprawled on the sofa in front of the TV, watching you threaten anyone who passed the hall. That's all you were to him- an amusing human who helped him pass his days on earth. At least that is what he had convinced himself of, never realising how his day would start by coming out of his room looking for you. How he would take a tour of the entire Avengers facility to find you and when he did, he would play himself off non-chalantly. He did not seem to let himself know how he would automatically come to stand by your side whenever he was to leave the facility and go out into the world.

The narrator's heart often wonders how he could not see himself getting attached to you. Like that one time, he was the only one up beside Scott and Tony when you were out partying with your college friends; how he pretended to be drowned in a philosophy book while Tony worked on his robot babies and Scott watched the Kaichowa Maid Sama anime; how he intently listened to the phone call Scott got and he immediately recognised your voice even though he sat a bit far; how he heard your slurred words say 'Scottieeeeeee~ please take me home. I am drunkkkk and I kindaaaa don't want to stay heeeere'. "Of course, honey," Scott replied, "but it'll take me an hour to reach-" "Then send someone who'll be faaaaaasterrrrr~" you whined on the line. Scott looked in the direction of the elevator, wondering whether to call Stark from his workshop when Loki slammed his book shut. "Turn on the sink tap," Loki commanded a confused Scott as he vanished with green and golden hues only to land on the campus grounds in a poorly lit park where you were sitting in the cold grass, your phone still to your ears. "Scott," you whispered into the phone, "you don't understand. I am drunk and I am feeling these waves of horny-ness but I do not want to do it with anyone here!!!" "Let's go home," Loki announced as he stood in front of you, waiting for you to take his hand. And boy did he feel his heart do another dip in that unknown ocean when you smiled at the God with a shade of relief and hugged him the moment you were up on your legs. "Thank you for coming for me." The wave of feeling his heart about to take another dunk into that ocean, he immediately teleported back with you, making sure both you and he landed right next to the sink to help you puke your wobbling guts right into the sink.

As time passed, Loki grew more used to your presence. From sitting together at breakfast and sharing one cup of tea to having reading sessions in his room on his bed. You were one of the rare ones who were allowed to enter his sacred space. No one knew but he thoroughly enjoyed the waves of emotions that would run over your features at different times when you became too engrossed in a manga. Sometimes it was your uncontrollable laughter where you read the same pages again and again; other times it was the repeated punches you threw either on your thigh or on the bed when you found yourself being impressed by something. But then there were the times when you would be in tears when one of your favourite characters died, and you could not stop yourself and Loki would look at you, with the intensity of the moon, wanting to stop time and do something...anything to stop you from crying.

He did get tested for his belief of looking at you as a specimen. That one time when you and Hope fell into the other end of the universe. This God was ready to draw blood if it meant bringing you back in one piece. Once you were home safe, he could not help but overthink as to why did what he did for you. You were a mere human. You were not supposed to mean much to him. You were just his amusement. Right? Just his amusement. The very amusement who stood in a barren alien land in front of the most delirious alien army, making Loki calculate in one point two seven seconds how he was about to lose his sleep for the next three months if he was to keep you alive while trying to find a way back home. Home. Earth isn't my home, he would mentally slap himself back to reality whenever he caught himself thinking of the Avengers facility and the other clowns. But then he would turn to look at you. Earth was your home. And going home would make you happy. He wanted to see you happy. Another mental slap to his head. You are losing your edge, Loki, he would bully himself to keep himself cold and calculating throughout that demanding journey of looking after you and the monster you had adopted on your way. And of course, Javi.

Any other day, any other life, any other universe, Loki would have punched the numbers as to how useful you were to him dead or alive and then be his way once you fulfilled your purpose of helping him survive. But here, he was doing the basing math of making sure to get you out of all the darkness of the universe unharmed. But life, as we know, has other plans. The music genre too changes when the playlist is on random and the heart is set on adventure for one and survival for another. Aellae came as the genre of dread and darkness. Being well aware of her obsession and abuse of power, Loki knew she would see you as a threat; for she knew the God of Mischief never travelled in a pack unless that pack had Loki's prey or something Loki wanted to keep close. So his first thought was to call in the seven Gods while 'ditching' you in the middle of a desert. Little did he know that you too were thinking from your heart in that space and time. As much as he hated to see you come for his rescue, he would never give up on the time when you two were stuck in that small space in Aellae's dungeons, trying to find a way through the room, bodies covered in sweat, your back and his front finding the angles to become one as you both pushed your way out. How synchronous were your bodies working together, how you readily trusted him with touching you in a way he would never want to witness you being touched by anyone. Why was he thinking that way? All those questions, all those confusions, all those hours of his inside voices bullying him to see you as nothing but a human ticket to a life of peace back on earth- all of them burst with the brittleness of the snow that fell on you as your lifeless figure lay in his arms. This time when his heart sank into the ocean, it did not want to come up. The God could not sense anything but fear crawling on his skin when his hand touched your face and it did not feel warm anymore. Your usually cheerful eyes did not open when he called out your name again and again. The fear he had felt when he first found himself dying when he wanted to live, was nothing in that moment when he was faced with the reality that you might be dead. And just as that little speck of possibility crossed his mind, the hell inside him broke loose, causing a wave originating from his magic destroying everything within a radius of two kilometers. Ever since he was born, Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, the Silvertongue, took to his knees for the first time for a life that was not his. He begged for your survival at the cost of his own, no longer denying himself from the truth. His heart did not come up from that ocean that carried your name on every atom in its waves. You were his reason to laugh. You were his reason to be curious in this life. You were his reason to look forward to getting up the next morning. You had been the reason he had not gone for Plan B of running away from Earth and ending in the bosom of some dying star that would end his misery. You were the reason he was willing to live a little longer. You were the reason he was ready to love again.

Even when back from the horrors of the universe, Loki did not stop looking after you. He let Peter in on the secret of your near-death experience because he trusted that boy and he knew how much he cared for you. Both he and the boy would discreetly look for signs of you experiencing any discomfort. Taking shifts in the night, they would help you get out of your nightmares- which were the after-effects of healing you back to life right from the arms of death herself. Loki grew more protective of you but would distance himself whenever found himself feeling whatever little ounces of happiness his heart felt in your company. He would walk the extra mile of punching a man in his face for disrespecting you but he found himself pretending to laugh at your heartfelt confession because his heart could not bear the truth of knowing that you loved him back. You loved him. You, the perfection that walked amongst mere peasants. Loved. Him. And he laughed. He laughed hard enough to hide his tears of happiness that hurt him to the point of no return. He could not let you do that. You were too precious. Too precious to be put in danger again. He was the danger. He brought death to you. He would rather die than do that to you ever again. And so the God decided to walk away, let out his screams in the middle of the desert to kill his heart for finding love in this lifetime and then hating the fact that it loved him back. The God was no better than a human then. He was in love. But he could hold on to that love for the fear of breaking it with his ill fate.

#loki #loki series #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki x female reader #marvel fluff #mcu loki #mcu fluff #It's The Avengers #Maladaptive Ninja Returns

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humongousgothskeletonfarm · 2 months

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chapter 6 thoughts: (spoilers ahead!)

oh. fuck.

he was king. now he’s a martyr.

holy shittttt

aftg really brings us all together, this is random but i love talking to other fan accounts about the books

anyway fanfics will no longer have to speculate when rikos funeral was, and if kevin attended or not (or if he had a mental breakdown about it)

also neil u have no tact babe and i love u for it

oh renee ur so lovely ur so insightful (neil u should listen to what she has to say)

jean and his ‘i won’t grieve him’ ❤️🫶

- ‘promise me’ jean said with a desperation that should have kill him, nathaniel didn’t hesitate, ‘i promise’ SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE THEM THANK U NORA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM THIS BOOK

THE SWAP FROM NATHANIEL TO NEIL IS JUST AS POWERFUL FROM JEANS PERSOECTIVE IN TSC AS IT WAS IN FROM NEILS IN TKM I LITERALLY CANNOT THE PARALLELS ARE KILLING ME

it’s 1:40 am and i’ve just made a cup of tea to keep myself awake

feeling many things about jeans perusal of the fox photo wall and taking renee’s picture

i know these motherfuckers aren’t accusing neil kevin and jean of abandoning that cunt and leading to his ‘suicide’

WE ARE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I THINK JUST NOT THE RIGHT TIME (look i am admittedly not a jean/renee shipper but good god they are so sweet in this)

A COOL EVENING BREEZE AND RAINBOWS

screaming as silently as i can rn

- petition for someone to put summertime sadness on the jean playlist

whattttt is the mystery about jeremy’s family?? what is this fabled fall banquet that tore his family in half im so intrigued i have to know more

ALSO JEREMY IS IN THERAPY AND HAS SOME SORT OF FAMILY ISSUES I KNEW IT IM SURE THATS ON A BINGO SOMEWHERE

jeremy dad of the trojans checking to see that they’re safe and also cody first cannon non binary character??? pls say yes

accidentally fell asleep in the middle of my planned all nighters whoops it’s currently 7 am

chapter 7:

“I like to indulge,” Jeremy said with a dimpled smile. Kevin’s words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: “Some of them you like.”

i did. notice this in chapter 2 or whatever but is this?? are we getting jerejean???? that’s what this means righ??

jeremy wdym ‘oh to be the pampered elite’ u have a butler??

jean defending kevin saying he’s earned the right to be arrogant be still my beating heart i love these stubborn mother fuckers

He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret.

STOP IT RN

chapter 8!!

flicked him a sly look. “Easy on the eyes, maybe.”

AHHHHH!!!

also so glad that there’s 100% confirmation cat and laila are dating (shared bedroom!)

the description of laila and cats lounge room is so soft and cozy im so jealous i wish i was there

barkbark von barkenstein u will never top sir fat cat mcatterson (although props to nora for always having simultaneously the worst and most creative names for pets)

jean telling cat she’s a good player but misses every ball at her hips is literally every raven! (someone) fic ever come to life where they meet a relatively normal other team and have absolutely no tact or awareness of what others considered rude and immediately tell the other players what their weaknesses are (i’m obsessed)

“Yes,” he said, and if he didn’t sound sure, he at least sounded angry. “Let them all burn. I hope none of them survive.” BABY I LOVE U IM SO PROUD OF U UR SAFE NOW FUCK RIKO FUCK THE RAVENS FUCK THE MASTER

“Oh, he’s good. A bit rude, but I like him. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

i’d say the exact same thing

*jeremy giving jean the keys*

well it’s not andreil levels of drama and symbolism but love a good comparison

or they do not care enough about her wellbeing. It’s unforgivable either way.”

giggling a bit over jean being up in arms about boba knowing that he’d be seriously unimpressed with me if he knew how much boba i drank

he wants to know what it was for

AND WHAT IF THAT LINE BROKE ME NORA?? AND WHAT THEN??

The Ravens had given up everything to be the undefeated champions, only to be destroyed last month by a tiny team from South Carolina.

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

“Loving something is not enough,” Jean told him, right on cue. “When is the last time you enjoyed playing?” Jeremy asked. “Irrelevant,” Jean said. “I am Jean Moreau; I am perfect Court. I do not need to enjoy it to be the best backliner in the NCAA.”

that was what Jean felt safest in, Jeremy would back his decision wholeheartedly.

LITERALLY LEAVE ME ALONE

chapter 9999

also i’m so glad that we have jeremy/laila/cat friendship like in fics and stuff they were always best buddies coz they were the only trojan characters named in the books but it’s great to see they’re actually good friends in cannon

“I need you to listen to me for one moment,” Laila said, “and I need you to believe me when I say it. Fuck Coach Moriyama.”

AGREED AGREED AGREED FUCK THAT CUNT

COOKING LESSONS WITH JEAN THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

cat talking macronutrients and promising to help with his diet so it’s still familiar but more fun in order to begin healing jeans relationship with food is so important to me

nora bleaching jeremy’s hair blonde after telling us she was shocked we all headcannoned him as blonde while she thought he was brunette is so funny to me,, don’t worry fan artists u do not have to change a thing!

(frosted tips made me giggle too, jeremy u pussy)

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

chapter 10

jean learning basic household chores like sorting and washing clothes and deep cleaning the apartment and learning his way around a supermarket <3

LAILA CAT JEAN FRIENDSHIP IS REAL

Afternoons were filled with whatever the women were in the mood for that day, be it wandering downtown, shopping, or combing through estate sales.

Jean went where they took him because it was better than being left in the house alone,

COOKING IS HEALING JEAN ITS A COMFORT THING SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS EVERYTHUNG HES SO REAL FOR THAT

Ravens graduated; they didn’t leave.

fuck if that didn’t just stop my heart

i definitely should have been more wary of the trigger warnings. if anyone is wanting to read the book but is worried about certain parts, i’d be happy to let y’all know what sections are triggering so u can try and skip around them.

But Jean was not a Raven, and Wayne was dead.

FUCK YEAH BABY NOT ANYMORE U ARENT

the thought of that quiet space with its single bed was so repulsive he turned toward the living room instead. - this is so important to me

He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.

literally end my life i’m so happy for jean, he’s healing slowly but surely

this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved. He feared it as much as he wanted it;

JEAN U DO DESERVE IT I PROMISE U

wait wtf,, zane is reacher??? in literally every raven fic ever reacher is the most abusive character other than riko

OMFG BEACH SCENE??? THEYRE GONNA TAKE JEAN TO THE BEACH??? CHECK THAT OFF EVERY SINGLE BINGO CARD MADE FOR THIS BOOK

^ yeah i wrote that two seconds before then reading jeans panic attack about drowning and the trigger of riko waterboarding him and neil and now i want to cry

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tsc #the sunshine court #jean moreau #jeremy knox #laila dermott #catalina alvarez #nora sakavic #usc trojans #renee walker #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #david wymack #nathaniel wesninski

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gorejo · 8 months

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now that you’ve shared gojo and reader in the morning, you’ve got to share them before bed :’

(and noon and afternoon and evening and midnight and-

LMAO hmm let me see... (not proofread) 😉 mdni.

afternoon:

not too much cause of work, but he'll still squeeze some time to talk.

he's the type to text back right away no matter how busy he is.

For someone so busy,.. he sure likes to spam text occasionally. pouting when they don’t answer or stalks their Insta during work meeting just to see if they posted anything — like how dare they when he’s not with them

gojo will always send a picture of his meal (with his face in it lmao) just to check up, spend some time, and update them about his day as he hears them out about theirs. but it's mostly so that he can see if they ate and are having a good day.

if it's the weekend, he'll mostly have something planned — go on a simple trip or have a simple staycation in the cabins or his resort.

the weekends are time he can freely spend with them so he'll be super mindful of where to go and what to do. When he naps, he likes to be the little spoon and have his hair combed through and back lightly scratched.

evening:

this is when he'll try to quickly wrap up his work and drive Ijichi insane.

he'll either prepare dinner, or take them out for dinner.

if his partner is up for it, maybe get a little quickie in... in his bentley hehehe

if he cooks, he'll make it surprise. putting on a show because he thinks he's a top class chef... tbt to the college days when he couldn't even fry an egg.

his favorite late night date is being able to take a drive at night and go to the beach. This is when he'll take his Mercedes G class, prop open the back and have a cozy time with some hot tea and snuggles with soft blankets while looking up at the stars together.

if they opt to stay home, he'll prepare a bath for his partner and just sink into the tub together. he likes to play with their fingers while he rests his head on their shoulders.

Sometimes when he wants to have sex, and wants you initiating … he’ll purposefully wear his gray sweats a little lower on his hips to show his abs and pelvic muscles while he walks around with a hand under his loose white shirt just to be a fucking tease — but hey, his method works like 90% of the time.

sexy time (?):

okay... you have to understand this man has stamina for days. though he'll flow with whatever his partner is feeling or wants to do (he'll never say no fucking...) but he'll like to at least be intimate four times a week. More? say less, he ain't complaining.

preferences... he likes to both give and receive — leaning more on the giving side because he can have full control over them. but he absolutely loves getting head because he can watch them so so carefully as they take his cock. slowly guiding the speed as he cooes praises for being so good.

Hygiene: he isn’t a mole rat but he’s trimmed. Wouldn’t mind not having it trimmed here and there but he doesn’t like being fully bare. And he doesn’t care what his partner does, he’ll find whatever they do so hot.

position: he likes (idk the position's name... but i think it's called flat iron? it's this position because he literally has full control and he loves kissing them from behind — it’s so intimate. he can go slow, fast, go deep or be a tease — all of it in this position.

this one because he loves how his balls slap against their ass, and it can lead to them riding him while he plays with their boobs or just watch them use him to chase their high.

and this one because it's so intimate. mostly happens when he cums and he can just hold his partner in his arms while he shoots his litto future babies into them HAHAHAHA

After washing up, he likes to cuddle and have pillow talk. This is when he feels the most connected with his partner and loves to watch them fall asleep in his arms. His body runs hot so he’s a perfect radiator.

hes a tease and imperfect but he loves so well.

ps. forbes gojo is a bit different when he's jealous or feeling more carnal than usual.... maybe we’ll see this side to him soon shrug 🤷🏻‍♀️

#☏voicemail.#maybe... would ya'll like it if i opened up character asks for him??#there are some pictures.....#lMAO this was so funny to make HAHAHA #forbes30!gojo #anon.

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lizzieislife94x · 6 months

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Long Day (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

this was my first G!P story and from there i guess i liked writing it haha (most the g!p one shots have been requested so if its not your cup of tea feel free to give me a gxg request haha)

AOU era so emo Wanda so if you want to imaging it that's what to picture haha

Y/N's POV:

I throw myself on the bed in a huff wondering where my girlfriend is and why isn't she back from the damn mission yet, I need to keep myself busy she's been gone for 4 days and she should be back today fuck I miss her I miss the way she holds me close and gives me forehead kisses I miss the way she feels deep inside, I miss the feeling of her unloading deep inside me after a long stressful day I know she's going to be tense and stressed when she gets home and I can't wait as I get lost in my thoughts I feel my pussy getting extremely wet I gently bite my lip and slide my shorts and panties on and lay on Wandas side of the bed spreading my legs as I let my hand travel down down in my body, I slowly slide my finger through my wet folds and moan at the contact "fuckk" I breath out to myself I use my thumb to slowly rub my clit as I slide 2 fingers in my dripping cunt.

I start to build up my pace thrusting my fingers faster and harder but it takes so long to get off when she's not here, I slide my tee up and start to rub my left tit moaning as my fingers do their job "fuck Wanda right there mmh I'm being such a naughty girl touching myself without permission" I moan out loud and I feel the knot in my stomach I thrust my fingers faster and pinch my nipple trying to chase my high lost in my own world.

Wandas POV:

"Y/n I'm home" I call out to my girlfriend expecting her to be here when I get home, I put my phone on the counter and head upstairs maybe she's asleep god I've missed her so much I just wanna hold her and never let go, that was one tough mission, I gently rub my shoulder waiting for lift and step in as it dings open and press level 3 to my shared bedroom to see if my beautiful girlfriend is sleeping, I step out the lift and head towards my bedroom the closer I get the more I hear her moaning I gently open the door and stand leading against the door frame with a huge smirk on my face at the sight y/n half naked legs spread wide with her fingers pumping in and out of her perfect little cunt her eyes are screwed shut so I just sit back and watch the show feeling the bulge grow in my boxers, the sight in front of me is extremely sexy "fuck Wanda right there, I'm being such a naughty girl touching myself without permission" I'm left in shock at first but instantly smirk and make my way over to the bed "oh yeah Babygirl you're such a naughty girl touching yourself and on my side of the bed" I say with a seductive voice and her eyes snap open to meet mine as she jumps a little "baby your home!!" I smile and rub my thumb over her cheek "I'm home Babygirl and what a sight to come home too" she starts to blush and reaches to place her hands on my waist "I've missed you I was thinking about how much I miss you then started to think about how I missed your cock deep inside me, how I miss you shooting your load deep inside me after a long day and I couldn't help myself" I let out a moan at her confession as she gets closer slowly taking my clothes off before I know it I'm standing in just my boxers and bra "fuck y/n I'm gonna fuck you so hard" she smirks and lays down spreading her legs to me, I push my boxers off as my cock springs up to action and y/n let's out a moan at the sigh, I grab her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed and sink to my knees fuck I've missed being between her legs, I leave gentle kisses up her thighs purposely missing the place she needs me most after a few mins of teasing I finally latch my mouth around her clit and suck harshly "oh god Wanda right there fuck baby please don't stop" she moans out and her moans are music to my ears I let my tounge run through her wet folds and lap up all her arousal fuck she's dripping I continued to lap up her wetness sliding my tounge inside her entrance a few times as she continues to moan my name "fuck y/n your lil pussy is dripping is this all for me" she bites her finger a little to stop the moans "all for you Wanda" I feel myself getting harder if that's even possible I dip my head back between her legs and attack her clit with my mouth and slam 2 fingers into her dripping cunt with no warning "fucccccck baby" she screams as she arches her back off the bed

I continue to finger fuck her for a minute while sucking her bundle of nerves the sounds she's making fuck I want to hear them forever "I'm gonna cum Wanda fuck it's coming I can't hold it" before I know it she's squirting all over my fingers and face I smirk and slow my pace kissing up her body to let her taste herself from my lips "mmmh fuck baby your such a good girl" she continues to moan as my fingers keep up there work, she looks at me whimpering "please baby please fuck me I need to feel your cock deep inside me" I moan and pull her closer to the edge of the bed and tease her pussy with my cock and slowly slide inside her wet cunt "fuck y/n so tight and wet for me" I groan and slam all 8 inches inside my precious girlfriend the silent scream she let out, let me know I hit the right place "fuck I forgot how big you where baby" she moans out breathless, I grip her hips and start pounding her little cunt both of us a moaning mess "fuck fuck fuck I missed being deep in this pussy y/n" she looks me in the eyes moaning "I missed your cock being deep inside me" I thrust harder and faster hitting her gspot with every thrust I can feel her body shaking and cunt gripping my cock meaning she's close "cum for me y/n let it all go" I moan into her ear and feel her clawing my back fuck it hurts so good "I'm I'm cu.." she screams as her legs start to shake uncontrollably god she's fucking sexy when she cums all over my cock with my name spilling from her lips, I slow my thrusts to work her through her orgasm and bite my lip "baby do you have one more in you?" She bites her lip and nods "yeah I have one more I want your cum to fill me baby" the moan that comes from my lips is something else "get on your hands and knees face down ass up babe" she nods and I slide out her slowly and she whimpers at the empty feeling and does as I say I climb onto the bed and situated myself behind her and instantly bottomed out in her tight little cunt fuck she grips me so fucking good I start to thrust hard and fast like never before I grip her hair and pull slightly as I continue to pound her sensitive little cunt I feel the knot in my stomach as I chase my own high "fuck y/n your takin me so well baby I'm gonna fill your little cunt" all I hear is screams of pleasure only adding to my fast approaching orgasm after a few more thrusts I slam in one last time deep inside her and start Cumming hard both of us sweaty moaning messes I look down admiring the view and notice my cum spilling out, fuck "that was fuckin amazing how do you have so much cum I can still feel you filling me baby" I smirk and slide out when I'm finally down and stand up "because I've not been with my Babygirl in 4 days" I wink and we both giggle I make my way to the bathroom and grab a cloth and damp it walking back in to the bedroom and start to clean y/n gently and leave a gently kiss on her forehead and she smiles "thank you Wanda" she hums sleepy, I put the cloth away and climb into bed cuddling up with my beautiful girlfriend and whisper against her ear "I missed you y/n and this is all I've thought about coming home and holding the love of my life" she cuddled close to me and whispers "me to baby me too" I close my eyes and pull her close "I love you y/n" after a second I hear her and smile slowly drifting off to sleep "I love you too Wanda"

AN: this was pure smut from start to finish haha most of these willprobs be smut unless you want something else if you want a request justcomment or message me and I'll do my best to bring it to life let me knowyour thoughts all feedback welcome good or bad! See ya in the next oneshot 😉 word count 1.6k

#smut #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #oneshot #fanfic #wattpad #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandavision #lizzieislife94x #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda smut

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islandtarochips · 17 days

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🌸 Tell me about your OC(s) - with pictures if you want !Pick some facts you want to share about them & let us gush about them together! Then send to other creators to do the same ✨

I think I’ve done this before. But eh. Wouldn’t mind doing it again! I’ll just give out 5 or less/more facts about each of my OCs! Even my BOCW OC too!

I’ll start off with Tiala Toa!

Secretly have some shark plushies in her barrack. Got it from her little brothers and mostly from Kanoa. Knowing how much she loves them.

Tiala had never dated another guy after what happened to her Ex in High School. For she doesn’t want to feel humiliated again.

She’s the more protective one than her brothers. Even mostly to her little ones. (She only accepted Sami’s Wife. She’s nice.)

She did most of the house/yard work while her little brothers are having a Princess Treatment (that’s how it is here in Samoa/American Samoa) but she doesn’t mind (not to her mom-).

Have her mother’s look and strength from her father.

Kanoa Toa:

Out of ALL of his siblings. He’s the only one who knows how to braid or fix hairs. Very nice style though. His mom and his cousins taught him that.

Single. He’s been single ever since he was BORN. He has his charms but no luck in having a girlfriend. Even during high school no girls wanted him.

It’s funny that he got his Uncle’s (his dad’s brother) funny side. NONE of his parents are funny. So I guessed he would hang out with him most of the time.

Agnes Falagi:

She loves to draw. It’s like a hobby of hers. So she usually keeps a notebook in her pockets in case she gets bored during a mission.

She has photos of her mom and aunty on her phone. And would NEVER delete them no matter how full her phone storage was.

She used to have a pet kitten but it got lost. Never seen them again.

Agnes may have gone to jail ONCE for making illegal fireworks during 4th of July.

Nigel Harrison:

Pranking on everyone most of the time except Tiala. Tried many times but yet she somehow got away with it…

Always facetime to see his little sister after every mission and would smile to see her drawings of him.

Always scared of Price and his boys whenever he meets up with them. Because of his….AHEM. Past work. (Someone help this man. He’s being anxious-)

He mostly got his mother’s attitude of being pissed off with someone.

Him and Soap used to be friends when they first met at Las Almas. But he doesn’t know if they are right now…

Aelan Kalani:

Tiala is her favorite. For she hardly came over to her lab from being injured. She’s annoyed to see Kanoa, Agnes and Nigel for being reckless most of the time. That’s why she put Tiala in her favorite list.

Usually hides in her office to finish her work. But her mom always found her and scolded her for not resting.

She used to punch a Colonel in the face for threatening one of her patients who came in FIRST. (Her mom was proud though)

Always gets a photo by her little cousin to show about her Uncle and Aunty. She truly misses them.

REALLY ignored her grandparents call since they just met her a year ago and found out about her mom. (Asking for money perhaps…)

Alana Kalani:

Has a wine bottle hiding in her drawer for emergency (Mental emergency)

Kept a photo of the WTF team.

Got a mug that says “Best General Mom in the World”. A gift from the WTF.

Actually knows why people kept calling her MILF and Mommy (Agnes and Nigel explained that-)

Usually sends money to her little niece everyday just to spoil her.

Koa (BOCW OC):

Before becoming an asshole. He usually dresses up and has tea parties with his daughter when she’s little.

Actually kept a small photo of her daughter when she’s a baby to remind him of how much he wishes to turn back time.

Whenever he can’t sleep because of the nightmares he has about losing his daughter. He usually trains until he’s tired again.

Koa usually sees his sergeant as his son. He reminded him of his own son as well.

Would tease Adler about his soft side with his kids (Aleks sends some pics about it) but not in public though. For he respected Adler’s personal life.

Ok! There you have it! Thanks for the ask though!

And also, Aleks belongs to @alypink for the BOCW Universe!

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supremechancellorrex · 1 month

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I've been hearing a lot of people say that Ozai in the Avatar: the Last Airbender cartoon isn't supposed to be "developed" because he's a "symbol". My problem with this is that a character can both be well-developed and a symbol at the same time, so why choose otherwise? "It makes sense because he's supposed to represent" doesn't justify leaving the writing a little loose.

In the cartoon, Ozai is hardly a character to sink your teeth into. You can surmise and speculate things about him, but ultimately every discussion was more about Zuko or another character overcoming him and how satisfying that was than any character depth of Ozai himself. On the Day of Black Sun, Zuko and Ozai's confrontation is less an argument and ideological battle with layers between two human beings and more an extremely developed character yelling at an evil cardboard cutout.

The Problem With Ozai

Zuko: "It was cruel and it was wrong."

Ozai: "Lol."

Zuko: "We need to replace this era with an era of peace and kindness."

Ozai: "Lame." (*scowls in annoyance, tries to leave*)

Zuko: "Stay or I'll cut you." (*waves swords*)

Ozai: "Fine. Whatever. Go on" (*proceeds to sit back down and wonder if he's having spiced fire rice cakes for dinner*)

The way the cartoon presents it, Ozai just was a bit too a moustache-twirling villain and that's even considering his actions. It's not even him being morally bankrupt or sadistic, but that his entire character only exists on the surface level. Him being "superficial" and "ruthless" isn't even a character trait because he has no real character beyond "I'm arrogant, selfish and evil". Even some of the worst dictators in human history from Hitler and Stalin to Mussolini and Mao have more complex 'psychological depth' than Ozai, despite committing the most evil and awful acts against other human beings.

I got they want to reflect the toxicity of the Fire Nation with him as a symbol, "fear" and "ruthlessness", but these are symptoms and the result of an ideology, and Ozai and this ideology need a bit more than "The Fire Nation's ideology is that they're superior, share the greatness and just kill people". We never see Ozai really talk about this ideology, how he is *civilising* the other nations (well, besides, setting them on fire). Why does he think Fire is superior? Why does the Fire Nation? We can speculate it's the unity of the Fire Nation and its industrialisation, that maybe the Fire Nation thinks they have better tea ceremonies and cleaner cities, but none of the Fire Nation characters really talk about this. Sharing their 'greatness', how?

And, of course, we know and the show know their 'greatness' is a lie and farce really, but for their citizens to buy into this farce realistically for 100 years, sending sons and even daughters to die for it, presumably working in factories endless hours to keep up war production like that giant drill, one would think the smokescreen would be a little more convincing than a couple lines. Yes, in the Headband, they show the kids are taught a warped version history with the Air Nomad army, but what is the unifying ideology of the Fire Nation exactly? And how does this reflect Ozai? Beyond ruthlessness and being a smarmy jerk?

And this brings me to a scene I have quite a problem with. The War Meeting flashback in Sozin's Comet Part 1, essentially Ozai just goes from 'How do we quell rebellion?' to 'We will destroy their hope by killing them all with fire'. Hehe, well, I mean, why even talk about "destroying hope" when they'll be too dead to despair? Of course, Sokka says after hearing that literally "I always knew the Fire Lord was a bad guy, but his plan is just pure evil". Then they throw in an Ozai baby picture to pretend they have some nuance, and then blah, blah, Energybending turtle appears out of near nowhere.

A Better Ozai

(I want it noted how hard it was to get a decent gif of cartoon Ozai, especially in his Pheonix King regalia. That is how little people care about or are interested in him. There is more Daniel Dae Kim gifs from the live-action than the cartoon version)

The funny thing is Ozai burning the Earth Kingdom could have worked if they actually gave him character arc in the cartoon. Have Ozai start out believing he can civilise the Earth Kingdom, who he views as inferior and needing to be kept in check. We see in the show Earthbending is banned in Fire Nation colonies and annexed territory, but they should also show him introducing policies to ban certain styles of Earth Kingdom dress, specifically their green national colour dress, and customs, forcibly *civilising* these territory with authoritarian laws. Earth Kingdom children have to go to Fire Nation school to be indoctrinated in how their cultures and homes are inferior, and told to report on their parents.

However, as time goes on, Ozai becomes increasingly disenfranchised with the war, as colonised Earth Kingdom citizens continue to resist, Earthbend and continue banned cultural practices in secret. He feels rising disgust at these people's Earthbender stubbornness and 'backwards' practices, resisting engaging in and conforming to Fire Nation's 'superior' cultural practices, science, and education. How dirty they are, so unFire-Nation, he thinks more and more. He begins to unravel in his hate and think to himself things like how "You just can't take the root edge out of people, so I should burn the root to the ground. Make the world clean, pure and Fire Nation".

If they showed Ozai in the cartoon shifting from the standard position of his father Azulon to an even more extreme and horrifying position over time, reacting in all the worst ways to whatever the world throws at him increasingly and increasingly, his turn as the Pheonix King could have been far more chilling. Azula isn't the only one who has to go "crazy" due to the Fire Nation's twisted teachings. It would have further emphasised the cycle of toxicity in the Fire Nation that Sozin set in motion.

Imperialism and fascism is often driven by a number of things in conjunction, commonly economics, but also vain pride, fear and discomfort; pride of your own nation at the expense of others, as well as fear and discomfort of others, how 'different' they are, their 'weird illogical customs' diluting the 'pure culture of yours' that you understand, their 'strange appearances' changing the face of the culture you know, that you like and think is the greatest and should be eternal. They could be spies, enemy agents of chaos and degeneration. They need to be 'civilised' or 'exterminated' to silence conflict and bring order, this 'dark horde' of backwards people who just can't ever be allowed to be 'in charge'. I think a weakness here is that Ozai is never shown to show any discomfort, he's just so confident and evil about everything, but if he were to reflect the dark face of the Fire Nation, a people they say aren't wholly evil demons, he does a bad job showing the twisted human face of evil and it makes him irrelevant in a way as a character with the themes other than "Defeat evil guy".

Lessons Taught Improperly

Now some would try to defend Ozai in that Avatar: The Last Airbender is a kid's cartoon, but I would say that makes it more important when discussing real-life issues. What is the point of lesson if it is taught improperly? Sometimes that can do more harm than good.

Avatar includes a number of mature themes, including the genocide of Aang's entire people and Gyatso's skeleton. Judging by the Tibetan influences in Air Nomad culture, a real-life people who have also been genocided, I think it is necessary and good practice for even kid's shows to make sure the lessons on real-life evils like the concepts and systems of imperialism, colonialism and nationalism are taught well. Because otherwise you get an inaccurate picture of what it is and how it actually works, and what is the point of that?

Stories want to impart lessons on things being "bad" as a message, but often I think they fall short in getting to the point of why they happen. I wonder if that makes them a little pointless in a way, because the reasons why characters/people and nations do things is both important to good writing and real life. If you aren't taught it properly, how well can you recognise it in your own country? And if you can't, then hasn't the lesson failed to be imparted?

#avatar legend of aang #avatar the last airbender #atla ozai #fire lord ozai #fire nation #imperialism #colonialism #air nomads #atla aang #atla gyatso #air nomad genocide #prince zuko #fire nation royal family

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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Hi! I am happy to see a fellow Cyclone affectionnado!! CouldnI please request something cute and fluffy, maybe about cyclone and wife!Reader and their kids?

Thank you!!!!

Hello! This request has been on my mind 24/7 ever since I received it haha. I'm working on the cute fluffy fic you requested, but I have tons of Dad! Cyclone (and Wife! Reader) headcanons to share in the meantime!

Dad! Cyclone HCs

For starters, this man is a complete and total girl dad

He has 3-5 girls all pretty close in age

100% cries each time you told him you were pregnant

Talks to your belly every night before bed

“Hey there little one. It’s your dad talking.”

As your pregnancy goes on he starts reading stories to your baby too

This continues after their born, and even after they leave for college

It’s not uncommon for them to call late at night when they’re stressed/before a big test and ask him to read them a story

Once his babies are in the world he spoils each of them absolutely rotten

Every year he ensures his kids' birthday parties are the biggest, best birthdays a kid could have

Has never, and will never tell them no or deny them anything

His girls are his complete pride and joy and he will not let anyone forget it

Not only are they complete and total daddy’s girls, but each one inherited a different aspect of his personality

Though they all inherited his snarkiness and dry wit, much to everyone's dismay

Both his home and work office are decorated with more of his babies' pictures and achievements than his own.

Seeing that he works a lot, he insists that you send him updates throughout the day

These updates range from major life milestones to what they had for breakfast

Literally the most devoted husband and father of all time

He is president of his daughters' private school PTA

He runs each and every meeting, event, etc like the navy

The PTA members are both terrified and possibly in love with him

This goes for the other kids at school as well

When the babies are tasked on the first day of school with telling everyone about themselves, each one of them brags about how their dad is a big important admiral

Flash forward a few months and kids and parents alike are fawning over him at career day

At work, he keeps his personal life as private as he can. To the point that most people don’t know he has a family outside of him wearing a wedding ring

That is until one day he shows up at one of the infamous Kazansky family barbecues with you and the girls in tow

everyone loses it

Takes his girls to work with him whenever he can

The dagger squad adores them

Cyclone’s proudest moment as a father just might be when they all collectively glared at Maverick when he walked by

Uncle Warlock and his wife are the only people Cyclone trusts to babysit

not to mention that they’re the only ones both willing and equipt to deal with them

Beau makes sure no one, under any circumstances, messes with his girls

Once you all went to the park and a bigger boy ended up pushing your youngest down the slide

You quite literally had to hold him back from fist fighting an 8-year-old

He settled for having a very strong word with the kid's parents

God speed to the person who causes one of his babies' first heartbreak

He insists on you both setting a good example for what a strong, healthy relationship looks like

No matter how busy he is date night is mandatory at least once a week

His kids all end up with very specific and insanely high standards for their potential partner(s)

When he has free time he takes them on daddy-daughter dates

Is the type of dad to let his girls dress him up, paint his nails, do his makeup, etc

Hosts the best tea parties

Your house becomes the house everyone in the neighborhood goes to

The annual Fourth of July cookout you host is his time to brag about how good his life is

All in all, he is quite literally the best husband and father anyone could ask for

taglist:

@marchingicenotes7, @bayisdying, @princessofglitterland, @bella-law, @callsignaries, @katesmadness, @dannyramirezwife, @oliviah-25, @luckyladycreator2, @shakira-sasha, @xoxabs88xox, @Criminalmindsandmarvel, @nyx2021, @fanboyluvr, @alexxavicry, @madamemelancholysstuff, @paola-carter, @austin-butlers-gf

#b.simpson #cyclone top gun #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone #cyclone x reader #beau simpson #top gun x reader #top gun headcanons #top gun #top gun maverick

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cutestkilla · 1 year

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Fic Rec Wednesday

Hey hey! So while I actually am hard at work on CO content for the Picture Book Project (several illustrations of the gang in third year for @captain-aralias’ amazing take on Simon Snow and the Third Gate), I have nothing that’s really ready for main in terms of sharing. Thanks to everyone who continues to tag me over these past weeks (I tag you all back under the cut for today, or Sunday or to share your own fic recs)! I do love to see what you all are working on even when I have nothing shareable.

I thought I might do a little fic rec post today instead, dedicated to one-shots that were posted in the mad rush of December that I love and think are a little underappreciated. There’s such a flood of amazing content during COC that it’s hard to keep up, and then once we move on to January, there’s still new amazing content coming out. As a result there are some real gems that folks may have missed out on. And so, here is a short (no doubt incomplete because I myself am still catching up) list of my fave hidden gems from December 2022.

And We Still Do by @facewithoutheart (T, 8K)

This is the fic that inspired me to write this post, actually, because I was discussing it with @facewithoutheart earlier and saying I can’t believe more folks haven’t read it. Anyway, it’s so great! The story includes a bunch of AU meet-cutes/meet-uglys framed by post-SFC Simon and Baz being fluffy and cute, with a bonus ACTUAL first time they met via the crucible. Each AU is a great little one-shot in itself and to quote the comment I left on AO3, “I loved them all, I would read a full fic of literally ANY of these”. (That is not actually a direct quote because I appear to have misspelled the word “would” somehow, but I digress.) You get post-canon fluff, a Boy Band AU, a Royalty AU, a couple of really neat canon-divergence AUs, and a combo Coffee Shop/Sci Fi AU all rolled into one, with amazing results. I think it’s brilliant like everything that comes from Christina’s mind and everyone should check it out.

Baby It’s Cold by @larkral (T, 2.6K)

This is a post-canon story told through a series of vignettes with Simon helping Baz accept something (something cold, maybe?) about himself in a really cute and creative way. It’s just really sweet, the prose is lovely as one knows to expect from this author, it gave me the warm fuzzies in a major way and guess what else? IT COMES WITH 3D LEGO ART. It’s short and sweet so you have no excuse not to check this one out folks.

Nice Spread by @messofthejess (T, 1.2K)

Post-canon Brobelove! The age old mystery of whether tea actually can be served on Niamh’s thighs is solved! And just generally this is packed with excellent banter, excellent novelty mugs and excellent tea puns. Very fun!

Another Way We Match by @thewholelemon (M, 1.7K)

Gotta include some spice, amirite? This one is post-canon and packed with great dialogue and banter that pays homage to some of my favourite fanworks (This Will All Go Down in Flames by @facewithoutheart, Monsterfucker, Baby by @sillyunicorn and Property of Tyrannus by @starwarned and @seducing-a-vampire, to be specific) in the funnest way. Simon and Baz are doing sexy roleplay! Only all of Simon’s suggestions are causing Baz eye-rolling injuries. Really hilarious, sexy and also with the perfect amount of domestic fluff mixed in. I love me a sex scene full of funny dialogue and awkward moments, and this sure fits the bill.

I could go on and on with this list, only I’m supposed to be working instead of writing this post, so I’ll stop here for now. Hope you all check these out!

Tags: @alleycat0306 @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @basiltonbutliketheherb @blackberrysummerblog @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum @frjsti @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @johnwgrey @larkral @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @shrekgogurt @stitchyqueer @takitalks @tea-brigade @technetiumai @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @whatevertheweather @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#fic rec #fic rec wednesday #carry on #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz

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la-undercover-latina · 8 months

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Early Wedding Present Armin/Reader MNDI

A/N: This story has NSFW that’s clearly marked. So if you go past that, well you decided to play FAFO and now you lost 🤷🏻‍♀️

P.S The kitten picture was taken from Google Images

Summary: Only a few months away from their wedding, Reader and Armin decide to adopt a fur baby

Taglist: @arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @callm3senpaii

Lemme know if anyone else wants to be added

Finally it was all done. All the planning for the senior manager of Paradis Inc, Armin Arlert, to marry his fiancée Y/N Y/L/N after dating since freshman year of high school. Hell, most everyone they went to school with thought they would get married immediately after high school graduation. So while Armin did propose at their joint graduation party, he really wanted to wait until he was able to give his fiancée the wedding of her dreams. No expense was to be spared.

So the couple decided to wait.

Now, five years later, after working for Paradis Inc since he was 14, he had become a senior manager, and it was at a point that he felt he could give his future wife everything under the sun.

“We should get a fur baby,” Y/N spoke, scrolling through TikTok.

“Are you thinking of getting a cat or a dog?” Armin asked, putting his phone down to give Y/N his undivided attention.

“I’ve always wanted a kitten I could raise,” Y/N smiled and grabbed her phone from the couch, clicking on her favorites and finding the video she wanted.

In the video, there was a video from an animal shelter in Marley that had a striped black and brown one that just came in.

“Can we go see him?””

“Of course! You remember Reiner from school? He moved back to Marley,”

“Oh yeah I forgot he was from Marley,”

“Yeah I can see if he wants to meet up before the wedding,” Armin smiled. He hadn’t seen Reiner since he proposed to Y/N.

“Have you spoken to him recently?” Y/N asked, the look on her face screaming I have piping hot tea!

“Alright you look like you are about to pop from excitement, what gives?” Armin asked with a brow raised.

“Well, I heard through the grapevine that Reiner has a new girlfriend that he knew from before he came here to live with his aunt and uncle. And they just started dating like a month ago,”

“How did you know all this?” Armin asked with a laugh. He’d always been the one closer with Reiner so unless-

“You stalked his instagram, didn’t you?” Armin asked, narrowing his eyes while a playful smile was on his lips.

“Nooo,” Y/N couldn’t hide it from Armin. He knew her too well for that.

“Honey! You can’t go stalking people’s social media,” Armin playfully chided and Y/N shrugged.

“Meh. If he didn’t want people putting two and two together, he shouldn’t have put it on Instagram,” She tilted her head while lifting her hands a little bit.

“Can’t blame him for posting about his relationship. When you’re happy, you wanna shout it off the rooftops and hope the entire world hears you,” Armin smiled softly and slowly blinked.

It was as if the man’s blue eyes turned to hearts when they opened and saw the woman he loved more than anything and was only a few months away from sharing his last name.

“And I can’t blame her for loving that about him and needing to do the same thing. And if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else,” Y/N smiled before Armin cupped her cheek in his soft hands.

It was obvious that they weren’t talking about Reiner and his new girlfriend.

His thumb brushed over her cheek and pulled her in after a moment as if to scan this image of her into his brain. When those moments throughout the day were tough, he needed to remember what he was fighting so hard for.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered and instead of answering, he pulled her in for a kiss, as if to respond “I love you more”.

His tongue begged for entrance, which she granted. And that was when the two battled for dominance. It didn’t take long for Armin to win that battle, which caused Y/N’s body to feel like jello under his strong but delicate embrace.

NSFW AHEAD

It was then that Armin leaned Y/N’s back to the couch cushion, which she happily accepted. She brought her feet up a bit to scoot down on the couch, trying to make it easier to relax against the couch, and to make the rest of makeout sessions (and hopefully more) easier. She sighed happily as Armin’s lips left hers and were now moving down to her jawline.

His lips quickly worked to her neck. He zeroed in on her sweet spot, causing her back to arch a bit to make it easier for him, and he nipped at the skin there.

“You know, I love making these little marks on your skin,” Armin confessed, which caused Y/N to smile.

“Minnie I think I figured that out during our first hot and heavy makeout. But you’re not the only one,” Y/N purred, spurring him on.

This time, his hands moved to her top. Luckily she was still wearing her work attire. Which made Armin thank whatever god was listening that she had decided to wear a button down blouse today.

‘I never thought I’d say this. But thank the gods for business casual dress codes,’ Armin thought as his fingers were able to languidly get the top unbuttoned as it started their clothes pile.

While Y/N’s hands came up to get his shirt off next.

The second her fiancée was kneeled shirtless in front of her, her hands trailed down his chest and abs. Her fingers rested at his waistband of his sweats, as if to get a final confirmation. Even though she could feel his bulge against her skin, she needed to get an actual confirmation from him, to which he nodded ferociously. His cock felt unbearably tight against his boxer briefs.

She pulled him into another kiss as she looped her fingers to hook around the waist and of his sweats.

A tingle flowed through her body and ran down to her thighs and centralized at the apex, spreading throughout her center. She broke the kiss, only to get her slacks down her legs, leaving her only in her bra and panties, and Armin in only his boxers.

The only thing that separated them now was the most bare level of fabric.

Y/N began to unlatch her bra, but Armin shook his head, and spoke in a sultry tone.

“No, let me,” he reached around himself, unclasping it in one fluid motion.

“Thank you to whoever first taught you how to do that,” Y/N’s tone was just as sultry as Armin’s, if not more.

“I’ll pass that on,” Armin’s eyes took in Y/N’s breasts, the nipples already hard for him. Then his gaze drifted down her body and landing on her underwear, and he looked up again for the confirmation, which he immediately got. And he scooted himself a little down the couch so he was eye level with her sex.

Y/N raised her bottom half in impatience.

“Be patient kitten. Don’t worry, my love, you know I’ll make sure you cum first,” the filthy sentence left lips while looking up at her through his lashes.

Y/N grabbed a pillow from the couch cushion for the next part of the sectional above her head, gripping it tightly, knowing that she’d need it soon. Her fiancé knew exactly how to get her screaming in seconds.

“You don’t need the pillow. We don’t live with anyone and I wanna hear those pretty little moans you make. And the neighbors know that we’re getting married soon. Not like it’s not a given.” Armin protested, gently grabbing the pillow from Y/N and letting it drop to the floor.

Within seconds, Y/N was already starting to become a bumbling mess, soft moans leaving her lips. That was at least until Armin added a couple fingers to the mix, when his hand moved to her torso to keep her body flat against the couch. He made a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, turning her back into a bumbling mess.

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” Armin speaks, his voice taking on a dominant tone, making Y/N’s voice to come up to defiant one in return.

“And if I don’t listen?”

“Is someone going to be a brat tonight?” Armin raising a seductive brow.

“Maybe I am,” Y/N’s lips curled into a defiant smirk, a challenge in her brown eyes.

“Well now we can’t have that,” Armin smirked and while Y/N’s already dark eyes seemed to grow darker, Armin’s had finally been noticeable in his oceanic eyes.

“You’re free to try,” Y/N smiled, pulling him into a kiss, and it was then that Armin finally gave in and slipped himself inside her, slowly inching himself in before slamming into her without warning, making a cry of lust fall from his future wife’s lips.

“You love when I do that,” thrust “Don’t you,” he asked and Y/N nodded furiously, barely able to hold the pleasure back from bursting.

“Cum for me kitten,” Armin growled into her ear and Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and it was then that Armin gave a sloppy thrust, allowing them to cum together.

They both helped the other ride out the high, and they both laid on the sectional, trying to catch their breath.

Once they both did, Armin raised an arm from around Y/N to rest over his head and Y/N immediately laid on his chest. Her eyes felt heavy when Armin spoke since telling her to cum. While catching his breath, he had been thinking about what started this in the first place.

“I’ll book two tickets to Marley for tomorrow so we can go meet that rescue cat at that shelter.”

“Really? What made you decide?” It wasn’t that Y/N or Armin doubted that they could raise a kitten. It was more of a curiosity that Armin was about to buy two plane tickets for first thing on a Saturday morning. On one of the most expensive and busiest days to travel.

“I was thinking about what started this in the first place. So it’s the least I could do for the little kitten on TikTok,” Armin kissed the top of her head.

“Unless he hates us, we’re bringing him home,” Y/N affirmed, snuggling deeper into Armin’s embrace.

“It’s a little boy cat?” Armin hadn’t seen if they specified the sex of the kitten or not.

“Yeah and he’s ten weeks old, so he’s still a baby,”

“Book us an appointment for tomorrow anytime,” Armin sighed. A sinking feeling rose in his stomach at the thought of someone abandoning a ten week old kitten, but he knew that there was a very likely chance, considering their friends tease that she’s the group’s Snow White, that he would be coming back to his forever home tomorrow.

“I’ll book the tickets now actually,” Armin grabbed his phone from the couch and hopping onto Google Flights to see the earliest flights into Marley tomorrow morning, on the off chance that Y/N wanted to be there bright and early in the morning.

Y/N’s eyes watered at this being real. There were so many animals out there that deserved someone like the Arlerts, but most animals don’t get that.

“What’s wrong my Princess?” Armin asked and Y/N’s lip quivered as she stayed on that train of thought maybe a teeny bit longer than she should’ve.

“Not many people or animals get someone like you Minnie. Someone who is so kind, and generous, and as smart as you. And I know I’m so lucky to have you, and this kitten will feel the same,”

It was Armin’s turn to get misty eyes.

“Princess,” he smiled so bright that it caused Y/N to blush.

“I mean it,” Y/N moved her hand to his face as he lifted himself up, propping himself on his arm.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife Y/N,” Armin spoke softly, before continuing.

“And for us to go see about making this family bigger,” Armin smiled wide at his fiancé and it was her turn to pull him to a sweet kiss. While their first round of making out exploded with lust, this one was full of the pure romantic love that they shared.

“It should be our early wedding present to each other,” Armin spoke softly as he felt Y/N press her head sleepily into his chest. He grabbed the blanket from the ottoman next to him and draped it over Y/N as he knew she was exhausted from work and then making love, it wouldn’t be surprising that she was tired.

“I love you Princess,”

“You too Prince Charming,” Y/N spoke softly, sleep starting to creep into her voice. She pressed a gentle kiss to his bare chest.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #armin aot #snk armin #aot smut #snk smut #mdni

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kasienda · 5 months

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Bend the World Around It - Ch 2: A Place to Call Home

Written for @marimbles for the Little Bugs' Secret Santa. Inspired by @blur0se's Jubilation post.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Chapter 2: A Place to Call Home

Adrien sneezes and then sneezes again. Who knew an untouched apartment could collect so much dust. It won’t do. He can’t show Ladybug any of this in its current state. He has so much work ahead of him. He takes down all his mother’s old pictures - pictures that documented her life before her marriage to his father. He places them reverently into plastic bins wrapped in felt one by one.

His mother would have understood, he’s certain. She would want him to be happy, to fight for the love of his life as she had for hers. His father would likely be horrified, but it’s not like his father ever took the time to revisit the old memories.

Which only made the old apartment that much more perfect for Adrien’s purpose.

Next, he wipes down all the surfaces with a wet cloth. Well, with many wet cloths because they turn black very quickly. But the job needs to be done because no one can live with this much dust. Certainly not his lady.

After he can breathe without wanting to explode, he polishes the porcelain. He isn’t sure if Ladybug will want to use them. She was very particular when it came to fabrics - she would feel the texture of everything from tablecloths to baby clothes. And since in their dream she was always transformed she had developed a habit of her rubbing things against her cheek to feel them. But will she be as discerning with the dishes? He’s not sure.

He places the last tea cup upside down in the glass cabinet.

He’s going overboard. He knows it. There’s no way she’ll ever go for this.

She’s way too sensible. One of them needs to be.

But he keeps preparing anyway. He doesn’t have anything else to do, and he really really doesn’t want to go home. It isn’t home anymore. It never will be again.

Not without Ladybug.

But maybe this place can be.

…

Chat Noir:

Can you meet me at this address?

Ladybug:

That’s a residential district. You didn’t just give away your home address did you?

Chat Noir:

Trust me, M’lady! Nothing here will give my name away. Please come.

Ladybug:

When?

Chat Noir:

As soon as you can. It’s not an emergency or anything!! I’m just excited! And stupidly nervous.

Ladybug:

You’re making ME nervous.

Chat Noir:

Come in through the window.

She drops everything and goes straight to the address he sent and through the window. She pushes past wispy white curtains into a small apartment. The living area is filled with elegant antique furniture. The largest wall is oddly bare, but oil paintings and decorative mirrors take up the other spaces.

Chat Noir is lounging on an antique sofa, looking entirely out of place in contrast with the classic decor.

“Chaton, what is this place?”

“It… it was my mother’s. It’s been mostly unoccupied for the last decade, though my mother did often entertain here whenever my aunt and my cousin were in town. My father couldn’t bear to sell it, but he can’t bear to set a foot in here either.”

“Your mother who disappeared four years ago?” she asks, realizing as she says it that she knows a lot of personal details about him that she didn’t used to know. The things he told her over the years in their dream — they were all real pieces of himself that he shared with his wife.

“Just a year ago actually,” he corrects.

She shakes herself. Right.

She walks around, dragging her finger across the mantle. It’s spotless. He cleaned the whole place up.

“Chaton, what are we doing here?” She thinks she knows, and it’s objectively an absolutely terrible idea.

What if someone spotts Ladybug and Chat Noir coming and going to the same place again and again?

What if she accidentally sees some mail and figures out his mother’s name?

What if they just tell each other too many personal details and they figure each other out?

His hand flies to his neck and she’s startled at the sign of nerves. He hasn’t been nervous around her in years .

“I umm… thought we could live here? Like, not full time obviously—“

She wants it.

“—but once in a while we can both get away.”

But it’s crazy! Absolutely wildly bonkers insane!

“The place is unused. I had to clean it up.”

So bend the world around it.

“You would not believe how dusty all of it was. I just—“

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he repeats, his eyes wide in disbelief.

A silly grin stretches across her face. “Yes.”

His shock transforms into pure joy - the same expression he wore on their wedding day when she took her first step down the aisle.

She grabs his hand and yanks him towards her. Her lips crash onto his.

He freezes for a second. She’s shock d him once again.

But then he melts underneath her like butter. And she gasps, at the tingles that shoot all the ways to her toes.

It’s their first kiss.

Except it isn’t. It shouldn’t be. It’s not their first kiss at all. She’s kissed him hundreds of times no doubt. She doesn’t know - she lost count years ago.

But none of those kisses felt like this one. It’s amazing how right it feels when everything in the last forty-eight hours has felt wrong.

She pulls away and blinks, her own eyes wide as she drinks in the sight of him with his lips parted and his eyes still closed, like she’s blown him out of this world.

She waits until his eyes blink open to speak.

“I can’t come home tonight,” she finally says.

“Home?” he echoes, his eyes sparkling with so much hope.

She smiles, her teeth biting into her lower lip. She hasn’t even gotten the full tour yet, and it’s already easy to label this apartment home.

It’s where he is.

“My parents are expecting me tonight. But I can be here tomorrow?” she asks, biting her lips.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees, smiling easily.

“You’ll make dinner?” She misses his cooking.

The smile falls off his face, and he glances down at their tangled hands. “Uh… I don’t actually know how to cook.”

Her face crumples in confusion. “But… you always cook.”

His cheeks turn pink, but his eyes meet hers again. “Yeah, because I want to be able to cook. I want to be able to cook for us, for you.”

Now, it’s her face that’s burning. How had it taken her so long to realize how sweet this boy was?

“Do you even know what it was that I was cooking?” he asks. “Because I can’t figure it out.”

She frowns. She remembers him in the kitchen, remembers him bringing out food to the table, but he’s right. She has no idea what he ever made.

It doesn’t make sense.

“How can I miss something that I never had?” she growls in frustration.

He squeezes her hand, and pulls her in. His arms wrap around her easily and he kisses her again. And she’s not used to this, though she feels like she should be.

“I’ll learn to cook,” he promises. “I’ve always wanted to.”

But he had never had the opportunity because his family had a chef that prepared every meal. She knows so much about him now - that he’s often lonely, his mother is gone, his father’s distant, he has been homeschooled most of his life, and he hadn’t known what it meant to have more than one friend until they had met.

She clutches at her head. Everything feels off. Like her memories of their dream don’t line up, don’t feel completely real. But they feel more right than anything else in the world. It’s like it’s the rest of the world that doesn’t fit.

She’s never going to know what his cooking in the dream was like, the craving she has might never be satisfied.

Or maybe it wasn’t the food itself. Maybe it was just the fact that he had been the one making it.

“We’ll cook together,” she says. “I’ll teach you.”

“Really?!”

She grins back at him. “Yes, it’ll be amazing!”

“I love you.”

She smiles. “I love you, too. I wish… I wish it was real.”

“It’s real now,” he insists, so confident she has to believe him.

…

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladynoir #prereveal #jubilation au #romance #speed write #only write the fun parts #my own content #bend the world around it

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fluffytheocelot · 3 months

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Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

#this was literally so much fun thank you for the ask!#also sorry it took so long I meant to finish this way sooner but got horrifyingly busy with school :(#fluffytheocelot #ask floof #carmen sandeigo 2019 #dexter wolfe #carlotta valdez #vera cruz

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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The Story of You

Surprise! I hope you guys enjoy this new part 🥰 I cannot believe that we only have 6 parts left of the story! 🥺🥺 It has been a wild ride, and I am forever grateful that you guys have taken a moment to read it, I will never be able to repay you! IG post will be coming soon! Come talk to me about what you think of this part and what else would you want to see! All the love, Mar 🤍

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

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Part 14: Openness

October 12, 2021: Week Thirty-Two

New York, New York. 2:30 PM

The restaurant smelled of garlic and tomato making my mouth water while I was led to the table, I smiled when I saw Jason sat down and next to him were Daisy and Otis, who were busy coloring, while we approached Jason saw me and smiled, he whispered something to Daisy’s ear and when she turned and saw me, she smiled and started waving at me.

“There she is! Look at you! You’re glowing!”, I smiled, “Hi guys! How are you?”, Daisy was the first one who said hello to me, she stood up and hugged me, “Hi beautiful girl! I’ve missed you!”, “Y/N! I have missed you too!”, Otis then came and gave me a hug and a smile, “Hi Y/N”, “Hi Otis! You have grown so much since I last saw you!”

Jason then stood up and sat down the kids and gave me a hug, “Look at you! How have you been feeling?”, we both sat down, “I hope you don’t mind but we ordered some pizzas to begin”, “I’m doing okay, can’t believe I only have eight weeks to go! And pizza sounds wonderful”, he smiled, “These eight weeks are the ones that will definitely fly the most”

“It’s crazy you know. Like I have been thinking of them and how they will look like, if they’ll look more like me or their dad”, I turned to look at the kids, thankful that they were still distracted, Jason also turned to look at them and smiled at me, “And him? How is he?”, I sighed, “Excited, we have still so much to discuss”

He reached to squeeze my hand, “Hey, don’t stress, you will have time for everything, but right now, what matters is that they get here safe”, I took a sip of my lemonade, “Will you come meet them when they’re born? I understand if you don’t, but I would love for you to meet them”, “Are you kidding me? Of course, I will come! We are friends after all aren’t we?”, I smiled and nodded.

The pizzas arrived and we all got a slice, man this restaurant was good, after the pizzas we ordered some pastas to share and after we ate, we decided to order some desserts, I had played some tic-tac-toe with Otis, and colored a chef with Daisy, I had missed having fun with them.

“Y/N?”, I turned to look at Daisy and gave her a smile, “Do you have a picture of your baby?”, I nodded, “I do, I actually went to the doctor today!”, I pulled out my phone and showed her the two ultrasounds, the normal one and the 4D one, “I wanna see too!”, I turned to look at Otis and showed him, “That is so cool! Dad, can we have a baby?”

I laughed and Jason choked on his coffee before answering, “Uhm, Otis we can discuss this later, okay?”, he nodded, and Jason gave me a look that said, ‘Can you believe this?’, I shrugged my shoulders while drinking my tea. When we finished, I wanted to pay, but Jason didn’t let me.

We walked out of the restaurant, and we started walking on the way to my home and their music class, “Thank you Jason, I really enjoyed seeing you guys today”, he smiled, “We did too, and we needed our ‘Monthly Friends Reunion’”, we laughed, “So, I’ll guess talk to each other later?”, I nodded, and reached for another hug before hugging Daisy ad Otis, we waved goodbye at each other and I made my way to my apartment.

October 15, 2021: Week Thirty-Two

New York, New York. 9:00 AM

A chill ran down my back, I turned to my other side, and everything hurt, which was weird, the weather was warm, yet I was cold and grabbed a chunky sweater while making my way to the kitchen, I turned on the kettle and placed two pieces of toast on the toaster when my phone started ringing.

I grabbed it and smiled when Sarah’s name appeared on my screen, “Hello?”, “Hey mama! how are you?”, “Not feeling great if I’m honest”, I heard her move from the other side, “Why honey? What are you feeling?”, I teared up, damn hormones, “My body hurts so much, and I left the aircon on, so I’m freezing”, I sniffled, “Oh lovely I’m sorry, when I felt like that a warm bath always helped me, maybe some warm tea and rest, do you need me to call someone”

I sniffled again, “I will do that, thankfully I have a slow workday today, right now I don’t think I should call anyone, so ‘ill follow your advice babe; oh! Good luck in Pittsburg S, I know you guys will rock", “Thank you lovie, I’ll call you later, okay? if anything happens you call me”, I whispered yes to her, and we said our goodbyes. I hung up the phone and went to pull out my toast and the Nutella, after spreading the toast and also grabbing a banana my phone started ringing again.

I grabbed it and saw that Jason was calling me, “Hello?”, “Hey Y/N! are you busy?”, I sat down on the couch, “No, don’t worry, is everything okay?”, he sighed, “Well, not ideal to be honest, uhm Daisy, and I just tested positive”, my heart dropped to my stomach, “Oh shit, are you guys, okay? Is Otis, okay?”

“We are, I feel like I have a cold and Daisy has been a little clingier, but well I think you should take a test, I don’t want to jinx it, but better to be safe than worry”, I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, “I know, I will do it but before, I’ll call my midwife first; thank you for letting me know”, “Of course, please let me know okay?”, “I will”

I had to take a few deep breaths before thing got worse, my thoughts were all over the place, were my symptoms related to Covid or pregnancy? Before I could spiral into a stress crisis I dialed Betty’s office, “Maternal Health Consultation, this is Randy speaking”, “Randy hi! It’s Y/N!”, “Well hello you! To what do we owe this pleasure?”, “Uhm, is Betty available? I need to ask her some things”, “Sure, let me dial you in”

It just took three rings for Betty to answer the phone, “Hello to my favorite patient! How are you love?”, “I’m okay, but we have an issue?”, “Oh?”, I sighed, “I had lunch three days ago with a friend of mine and his kids, and well, he let me know that him and his daughter tested positive for Covid today”

“Oh no; and how are you feeling?”, “Well, I woke up today with a lot of pain in my body and some chills, but I talked with my friend and she said she had a lot of pain and I did sleep with the aircon on so I just attributed to it”, she chuckled, “Darling I need you to take a test and then let me know okay? Is Harry up to date?”

“No, I haven’t spoken to him, but I will once we have the results, and he will probably want to talk to you too”, we both laughed, “Let’s start with the test, okay? Let me know how it goes”, we said our goodbyes and I went to my room and changed, I then grabbed my phone and made my way to the testing site.

The lady in the front desk smiled at me, “Hi! I need to get a Covid test”, “Sure thing darling, please fill in these formats and we will call you in a few, okay?”, I nodded and thanked her. Ten minutes after I arrived, I was called back by another nurse, I followed her into the exam room and sat down on the chair she told me.

“Okay darling, please pull down your mask and take a deep breath, okay?”, I did so, and she swabbed my nose, which caused me to sneeze, the lovely nurse laughed, “Bless you darling! So, we’ll just have you wait here until your test comes back, okay?”, I nodded, and she left the room.

I was browsing through baby websites when the nurse came back in, “Okay darling, let’s see your test”, she grabbed it and then turned to look at me, my stomach dropped when her eyes and mine met, “I’m sorry honey, your test is positive, do you have a doctor who can supervise you?”, I nodded, “My midwife and a general doctor, I had an inkling it would be, thank you”, she walked me to the door, “Of course darling, take care”

I arrived home and texted Jeff asking if he and Harry were busy, he answered that they had just arrived at Harry’s apartment so they could talk. I dialed Jeff’s number and he answered, “Hey mama! How are you? Let me put you on speaker”, I heard some noise on the other end before Harry spoke up

“Y/N?”, “Hi Harry, how are you?”, “I’m okay, and you?”, “Well that is why I called”, Jeff spoke up, “Oh?”, “Well I think that we should switch to FaceTime if you can?”, “Yeah sure, give me a minute and we’ll call you”, I hung up the phone and a few seconds later the FaceTime call ran through my computer.

I pressed answer and Harry and Jeff appeared I gave them a small smile and a wave, and they gave me one back, “Okay so long story short; I went out for lunch with Jason, Daisy and Otis three days ago, he called me today to let me know he and Daisy had tested positive for Covid, I called Betty and she asked I go and get tested, well, I’m positive too”

The smile fell from Harry’s face and even Jeff paled a little, Harry was kind of in shock and Jeff spoke up first, “How are you feeling?”, “Just achy, don’t have a fever or cough so I’m glad, uhm Betty texted me and told me that if you guys want, she can jump on the call so that we all are on the same page”

Jeff nodded while Harry was biting his nails, I dialed Betty I and she answered with the smile she always had, “Well, I guess that we all know why we’re here huh?”, I chuckled dryly and Harry gave me a worried look, to which I replied, “Hey, I’m okay”, he nodded and then turned to look at Betty

“Wish we could see each other under better circumstances”, she gave him a sympathetic smile, “Me too Harry”, she then turned to me, “How are you feeling?”, “Okay, just bummed, I wanted to see the girls this weekend”, she awed, “Well that’s good news; I need you to get an oximeter and a thermometer and monitor yourself constantly”, I nodded

“I’ll make sure she gets them, is there any painkillers she should take if she needs them?”, “Tylenol is the safest, plenty of fluids and rest darling, I’ll be monitoring you daily”, Harry spoke up, “Betty, what if… what if things go South?”, the tension could be felt through the camera, “Let’s not go there just yet; we will do everything to make sure we don’t reach that, okay?”

He nodded, the mood on the call had dampened and Betty spoke up, “Hey, we are okay yeah? She is okay and as long as things continue to be like this we will go through this smoothly, okay? Now darling, I need you to quarantine, and I’ll have you test again in ten days, now I know that normally it’s fourteen, but studies have shown that from day 10 tests come negative, if you test negative on the 25th I will get to see you on the 26th for a checkup, if you test positive, we’ll wait until day 14 okay?”, I nodded and she turned to look at Harry, “Don’t worry, we’ll wait for you for the ultrasounds okay?”

Harry laughed and nodded, Betty then asked me, “Do you have the number of a general doctor?”, Jeff stepped in, “We do”, “Perfect! So, unless anyone has any doubts, I think we have covered all of our bases, so we will be in contact, okay?”, we all nodded, thanked her and she left the call, I turned to look at Harry and Jeff, and damn these hormones I started crying

“Honey, what’s wrong?”, I sniffled, “I’m sorry, I was so excited to see everyone and we had some girl plans and now”, Harry spoke up, “Hey, please don’t cry, everything is okay, you are okay, the baby is okay and that is all that matters”, I nodded, “I am bummed because I wanted to talk to you about-“, “Harry, not now”, he sighed and nodded

“I’ll be there in about an hour to give you everything, okay?”, “Harry, I don’t want you to risk it”, he shook his head, “Please, promise I’ll leave it on the door and walk back, hell I’ll even wear two masks”, I turned to look at Jeff, “It’s okay, but only if you are okay with it”, I nodded, “Thank you love, I’ll be there in an hour”, I nodded and we hung up, I was so tired I decided to take a nap on the couch, until Harry got here.

Harry. New York, New York. 2:00 PM

We hung up and I ran a hand down my face, I had so many emotions around me, worry, dread, anger at Jason, betrayal, and jealousy, “Oh calm down Romeo, they’re friends”, that made me stop in my tracks and turn to look at Jeff with a surprised face, but he didn’t even look at me

“You knew?”, he locked his phone, crossed his arms and sighed, “Yeah, I kinda ran into them one day and joined them, that’s when I found out that they meet each other once a month, have been doing since she moved back to New York”, I scoffed, “So when they met in LA was that planned?”

“Uhm no, they had their lunch the week before, that was an accident”, he turned to look at me, “What?”, I stood up straight, “I don’t know, I have so many emotions”, “Well, maybe start by getting the things she needs and maybe then we’ll figure your feelings okay? we will work at one thing at a time”, I nodded. We made our way to the nearest CVS and after picking up everything I stopped to buy her a meal and made our way to her house.

Jeff parked outside and I got out, “I’ll wait for you here, let everyone know, okay?”, I nodded and went into the building, after arriving at her floor I left the bags on her door and knocked the door, I walked back and a few seconds later she appeared on the door, with two masks on, “Hi Harry”

I let out a breath I was holding, “Love, hi; I wish I could hug you right now”, she shrugged, “Too bad you can’t”, I cleared my throat, “I bought you some electrolytes, Gatorade, snacks, Tylenol and your thermometer and oximeter; I also stopped at Shake Shack”, she did a happy dance that made me smile, “Thank you, I had a terrible craving”

“You are welcome”, we stood there in silence, “You look beautiful, can’t believe we only have eight weeks to go”, she caressed her belly and turned to look at me, “I know, and I fear that we are not fully ready”, I chuckled, “Maybe… maybe we can talk later and see what we’re missing?”, “Sure Harry, now, I’ll go back home, thank you again, for bringing these things”

I shrugged, “It’s no problem, really, please call if you need anything okay?”, “I will”, she grabbed the bags and placed them inside before waving and closing the door, I made my way back into the car where Jeff was waiting with a Lysol and some gel, along with a plastic bag for my masks, I stopped in my tracks

“Are you serious?”, “Man we’re not risking it”, I rolled my eyes, and he used the Lysol and then gave me a plastic bag to throw my face masks and squirted some gel, he threw the bag at a trash can, sprayed Lysol again, and we got into the car and went home. When we got there Olivia had already arrived and was on the phone, from the conversation snippet I heard she was talking with her kids.

When she saw me, she gave me a small smile, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, a few seconds later I heard her walk in, she stopped at the door, “Hey you”, I straightened my back, “Hi”, “Harry, can we talk?”, I drank my water, “About?”, “You know about what”, I sighed and made my way to the dining table and motioned for her to sit down

“Harry, I know I was out of line, and I’m sorry”, “Why did you bring it up?”, she sighed, “I was scared, Harry, can you try and see it from my point of view? We were thinking of moving in together, maybe getting married, and all of a sudden you are going to have a baby, and the worst part is not that I’m not having your baby, but that you are still in love with their mom”

I coughed up the water I was drinking, “What?”, she sighed, “Harry… I’m not blind, I see the way you look at her, you love her”, “Liv…”, “Harry please, don’t lie to me”, I sighed and then turned to look her in the eye, “Liv, of course I love her, but”, she stood up and I also stood up in front of her, “But, the love I have for her comes from a place of gratitude, of a place needing to protect her to protect my child”

“And us?”, I sighed, “We are still learning about us, what we love, what we dream, want, and need”, I grabbed her face, “We are us, and she and I are different; that’s why you were out of line”, she nodded, “And I’m sorry, I won’t ever get in between you too okay?”, I kissed her lips, she then pulled back

“I want to apologize to Y/N, will she be there tomorrow?”, I scratched my head, “Uhm, no, she, uhm, she has Covid”, she pulled back surprised, “Her too? Jason and Daisy are down, Otis is not but the doctor said that we should treat him as if he did test positive”, she turned to look at me, “What’s with the face?”

“Uhm, they were together, that is why she got sick too”, she stood in shock, “What?”, I sighed, “Apparently, they have become friends and meet every month, this started after she moved back here”, she stood up straighter and shrugged her shoulders, “Oh”, I turned to look at her incredulously, “Oh? That’s all you have to say?”, she crossed her arms, “What do you want me to say? I know they are the better people here and they are definitely not dating, they are friends”

“And that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”, she furrowed her brows, “Why would it?”, I scoffed, “Because it’s weird, because she’s my ex and he’s yours, and it looks to me like they’re playing house”, she gave me a sarcastic laugh, “House? Really?”, “Yes”, I rolled my eyes

She looked at me, disbelief painted all over her eyes, “You’re jealous”, I sat down and look at her with a straight face, “I’m not”, she rolled her eyes, “You are Harry and I’m not having this conversation with your emotions all heightened up by jealousy”, she walked to the door, and I started following her

“Please, let’s talk”, she called the elevator and got in, she turned to look me dead in the eye and said, “So much for your bullshit about not being in love huh?”, the elevator closed and I hit the door, as much as it pained me to admit it she was right, I was so goddamn jealous, she was talking to him, confiding in him, her fears, her excitement, her happiness, hell for all I know who she’s in love with.

And with a sinking feeling I started to realize that this was my fault, I pushed her there and caused for this to happen. All because I couldn’t figure out my emotions, and it has taken me almost two years to do so. I just hoped that it wasn’t too late for me.

October 19, 2021: Week Thirty-Two

New York, New York. 1:30 PM

It had been less than a week since I tested positive, and I was hating this quarantine so much. I had to watch the concert through a dingy live, I couldn’t see my friends and my sinuses had been killing me; but I was thankful that so far everything was going great. And I had been able to get all the rest I needed; I was thankful my job had given me a sick leave for the next three weeks at least.

I had just finished putting away the groceries Harry had sent me, putting the flowers in a vase, and heating up the lunch Jason sent me when I got a text message from Harry asking if we could FaceTime, I told him yes and went to get my computer, a few seconds later his call came through and I answered

“Hi love! How are you? How are you feeling?”, “Hi H, I’m okay, I feel good, just tired of being in quarantine”, he laughed a little, “Have you had lunch?”, “I was about to, Jason sent me some lunch”, “Oh. How nice of him”, I gave him a questioning look, “Is everything okay?”, he sighed

“Yes, everything is fine”, I gave him a teasing look, “I know you, what’s wrong?”, “He turned to look at me, “How long have you guys been friends?”, “Well, we started getting to know each other during filming and when I moved back home, we became a little closer”

He nodded, “Harry, does it bother you?”, he looked at me with wonder, “I just want to know how you feel, but let it be known, I won’t let your feelings define my friendship with Jason”, he mulled over his answer, “I won’t lie to you, it’s kinda weird for me, but if you are happy and he’s a good friend then that’s enough for me”, I smiled a little, “He is, such a good friend”

“I’m glad, so what’s this monthly thing you do”, I gave him a teasing look, “Since when do you have so many questions huh?”, he rolled his eyes and smiled, “I am just curious, feels like we haven’t talked like this in a while”, “Well, if you really want to know, we try and see each other once a month and just talk, about anything at all”, “That’s nice”, I smiled a little, “I enjoy it, and he does too, I think as adults we forget we also need friends you know?”

He nodded and we stared at each other, and for the first time in a while, the silence was a comfortable one, like the ones we used to share while we dated, “Harry, I had my lawyer look into the affidavit you gave me”, he nodded, “She said everything was okay, and wanted to know if you wouldn’t mind sharing your lawyer’s number”, he grabbed his phone while talking to me

“Sure thing love, I sent you her contact”, I smiled, “Thank you”, “Y/N?”, I turned to see me, his eyes were full of sincerity, something I hadn’t seen in a while, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and I promise that after this I won’t ever mention it again, unless you want to talk about it”, I nodded, dread filling my stomach

“I would rather give up my money, my fame, hell even music before thinking of fighting you for any kind of custody; that is not what I want for our child, you and I, we are a team, we decide together what we want to do, we decide if we want to get lawyers involved or not, and we decide how we want for them to live”

I started tearing up, “What Olivia said, it was a very low blow, and like you said, she is a grown up and she should apologize, and I hope that she will, but I am also apologizing, I’m sorry for not stepping in sooner, I’m sorry for not having discussed this with you, but I truly felt like we had so much time before even thinking of arrangement, they will need you so much more than me, that I will be working around what you both need”

I sniffled while he continued, “I promise to be around to the best of my capacity, whether they need me or you need me, and I also promise to become a master at changing poopy diapers, let me tell you, I’ve been practicing with little man Rowland”, we both laughed, “I’m really truly sorry”

“H, I forgive you”, he looked at me surprised, “I know we will work things out and yes, the way the message was delivered was not the best, but it brought light to the fact that we will need to discuss this, and when the time comes, we will do it, as parents and not as Harry and Y/N”, “I have felt like a douche bag all week”, I shrugged, “Well it was a douche bag move, but we can get over it, as you said, we still have time”

He cleared his throat, “So, we have some things to finish right?”, I nodded, “Yup, let me go grab my baby book”, I stood up and grabbed my book along with my lunch and sat back down, “Okay let’s see”, I opened it to the baby to-do list, “So, nursery furniture is set to be delivered the week of the 26th, that way you and Mitch can build it after Harryween”

He nodded while writing down on his journal, “Since we don’t know the gender, I looked into some neutral color clothing, something easy to wear and so comfy materials”, he smiled, “Please pay them with my card”, “Harry”, he looked at me, “Y/N I insist”, I raised my hands in surrender

“Mom has also been knitting non-stop, so we will have a lot of stuff from her; on furniture what are we missing?”, I turned to see my list, “Well, we ordered the crib, changing table, rocking chair and bassinet; I don’t know if you want to order the same for your home”, he shook his head, “We have a few months before we need them”, I nodded

He looked up from his list, “Have we started buying diapers? Or do you want to ask for diapers as a gift on your baby shower?”, I turned to look at him surprised, “Baby shower?”, he gave me a look that was both teasing and incredulous, “You really thought that you would get away without a shower?”

“I don’t want to bother anyone”, he laughed, “Darling, there’s a chat between mum, Gem, Glenne and Sarah called ‘Baby Shower for Squish’, it has existed since they all found you were pregnant”, I smirked and crossed my arms, “And how do you know about this group?”, his cheeks turned red in embarrassment knowing he had been caught

“I may or may have not forced my entry into it in order to help plan it”, it shouldn’t have; but my heart was beating so fast, “Well, since you are part of the planning committee of an event I wasn’t even aware of, I have a request”, he nodded, “I want for every guest to gift our baby two things, the first one is a copy of their favorite children’s book, and I want them to write a little note for them”

He smiled, “I love that idea, and the second?”, “I want them to write a letter for our baby giving them some advice, it could be about life, love, cooking, how to bribe mom and dad, having a partner, smoking, navigating LA or NYC, I don’t know”, we both laughed, “I just want them to know that they will always have someone looking out for them”

“They always will love; and I’ll make sure to deliver your request”, I thanked him, and he continued to look through his list, “So… I guess we will look into diapers and decide which brand we want and start buying them?”, I nodded, “Sarah has already sent some recommendations and your mum was going to ask Ella”, “Perfect love”

We checked out a few more of our pending items until Jeff texted Harry letting him know that he had a phone call to join, “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Please, if anything happens call me, I really do not care what time it is”, “I will H, we still have some things to go through together”, he smiled and blew me a kiss, “We will love, I’ll text you tonight”, I waved, and we ended the call.

After talking with Harry, I felt a weight be released from my body, I never expected that he was so serious about giving up everything for the baby and I, but that look, that look was the same one he gave me when we first started dating, and the feeling of trust and safety I had them returned now. But along with that feeling came something I was familiar with, but I did not want to acknowledge. Not yet.

October 25, 2021: Week Thirty-Three

New York, New York. 11:30 PM

Hi bug! Another week down, seven to go! The last ten days have been scary for us bub, we had Covid, which is a virus that appeared on the Earth last year and it put us all in lockdown, and having to learn to work from home and it left your daddy and I stranded on two different sides pf the country; he then turned into prince charming and came rescue me (I’ll tell you that story later), we took a long road trip and that is when we decided that your middle name would be Robin.

I really haven’t talked to you so much about him, but I will now. Robin was your dad’s stepdad, he married your Nana Anne a few years ago and they were so happy and in love, you daddy told me that Robin became a second father to him, he was one of the people who he trusted the most. You may be wondering why I write in past tense while talking of him, you see my heart, your Papa Robin died a few years ago from cancer, a terrible illness that had him fighting a long battle, I’m sure that if you ask daddy, your nana our auntie Gem, they will tell you so many stories about him.

I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting him, but I learned to love him from the stories your daddy, nana and auntie told me, and that’s why we decided we would honor him by naming you after him. Your name was chosen with so much love baby, that I can only hope that we made the right choice, and you love it as much as your dad and I do.

Speaking of your dad, he is still being a rockstar! He is currently in Boston, and we watched a livestream of him performing, and well you are having a dance party, I’m sure he’ll be happy once I send him the video of you dancing lovie, but the most exciting part is that he will be back here in New York in four days!!! He has some Halloween shows, which means he will use some costumes, I cannot wait to see what he comes up with! I promise to include some pictures for you, he is also excited because he will finally be able to feel you kick again!

Remember Covid? The thing I described above, well as I told you, we got sick :( which was a bummer because we couldn’t see auntie Sarah and Uncle Mitch and the rest of the band when they were here in New York but guess what… WE ARE NEGATIVE!!! Which means that we can now leave our quarantine and have a party! Well… we have to go see Betty first and then we will have a party at daddy’s concerts. We are also putting together your nursery baby, I have chosen everything with great care and just picturing us and daddy in there, my heart is pounding just thinking about it!

I hope these seven weeks go away fast but not too fast, I’m not ready for our journey to be over, so bug, please, hold on for a little longer, okay? I know seven weeks sound like a lot, but I promise you, they will fly; in the meantime, you have my full permission to kick me up a storm and have me go to the bathroom every three minutes, just as long as you stay facing down to the floor (I promise you I’ll explain why we need you in that position when you’re older)

I love you, with all of my heart little one, my heart beats so fast when I think of you and the love I have for you, that I fear my heart will explode

October 26, 2021: Week Thirty-Four

Harry. Boston, Massachusetts. 12:15 AM

My battery died so I had to wait until I was back at the hotel to charge it since I forgot my charger. When my phone started back up, I saw I had some messages from Y/N, I smiled so big, I really couldn’t wait to hug her again

From Y/N <3 (20:50 PM): We did it [Attachment]

To Y/N <3 (12:15 AM): Oh my god 🙏🏼🙏🏼 I feel like I can properly breathe now

From Y/N <3 (8:30 AM): You and I both H 🙏🏼💛 I will let you know how the appointment goes, safe travels to Atlanta

To Y/N <3 (8:31 AM): Please do love Counting down the days until I can hug you both ♥️

From Y/N <3 (8:32 AM): We cannot wait either 🤍

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Content warning: alien gore and violence

Bitter Tea

April's announcement was too good to be true. Leonardo was ever the optimist, but the years sure had a way of trying to change that. April sat across from him at her seat in the war room, which, by this point, now also doubled as Leonardo’s bedroom, dining room, and whatever else he could fit in any given day room. If he wasn’t eating, sleeping, or meeting someone here, he was out. That was fine by him- Casey was too old to be forced to share a room with his old man anyway; he deserved to have his own space. As the leader of the resistance, Leonardo couldn’t afford that luxury. His business was everyone’s business.

The slider had been stirring a hot cup of water idly, taking in the brief respite (and mourning for the eight hundredth time the loss of tea) when April had entered the room unannounced.

“You really found it?” he asked skeptically.

“I did,” she announced with unwavering certainty. She waved a hand over a panel on the conference table, and purple light constructed a map of the surrounding barrens outside their small bunker. She connected a red line from their base to a pin over a hundred miles southwest.

Leonardo narrowed his eyes. “At least it’s not in the ocean,” he grumbled. “Where’d you hear this?”

“You’re not going to like it…”

“Is it a defector?”

“Worse,” April sighed, sitting down in her chair. “The Bitch is still alive.”

“No.” Leonardo did not want to believe it. There was no way.

“It’s true. She reached out herself,” April shrugged, sliding another panel. The map morphed into a video player. “Trigger warning: tremendous bitch behavior,” April groaned, pressing the play button.

The picture on screen was grainy as all hell, but Leonardo had no trouble recognizing the old and withered face of Big Mama. Her red eyes still glowed with that familiar menace, but they were also sunken, weary, and her entire body grayed with age. In a nearly mummified claw, she held the long lost key to the prison dimension.

“Hello darlings,” she cooed in a wretched whisper. “I’ve never been one to be brief, but I’m sure you can understand my directness when I say this: you need to come to my location within two days, or the key is lost forever.”

“WHAT?” Leonardo interrupted, but April shushed him. She pointed back toward the screen.

The crusty crone continued on without them. “...need your assistance. I require a swift and comfortable evacuation from this location to your base. The key, of course, is your handsome reward!”

Even though he hadn’t eaten anything today, Leonardo felt like he might throw up.

“Of course, you could just come and pick it up and leave me to die,” she swooned. “That would be all too obvious. So instead, I’ve got a weensy wittle fail safe to ensure I’m not backstabbed again by you uncouth wretches.”

Of course she did. Everything was a game with Big Mama; even the end of the world.

“I have a team of spellweavers here that I’ve… ah… convinced to help me disintegrate your little trinket here-” she waved the key around. “-unfortunately, these spells have a cost.” She spun the camera around and showed three yokai who had been sat together in a mystic circle. Their eyes squeezed shut in concentration, they seemed extremely panicked.

“Poor babes didn’t read the fine print of our agreement,” Big Mama giggled. “The trigger for the spell is a kind of dead-man switch, you see. The spell they’ve cast is slowly draining their life force. If you don’t get here in time, and two days is being generous, honestly, not only will the key be destroyed, but they will die as well.”

Big Mama spun the camera back to face her old and horrendous features.

“So what’s it gonna be Baby Blue?” she sneered. “My life, or their funeral? This could be your chance to fix things! I eagerly await your arrival.”

Leonardo leaned over the table. Fuck…he really missed tea.

April waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t, she filled the space.

“It’s… it’s probably too late at this point for the key itself to be useful to us,” she offered. “We don’t even know how to use-”

“We’re going after it,” Leonardo interrupted. “We have to.”

“Leo, it’s not your fault…”

“Of course it’s my fault!” he nearly shouted. “How could it not be? This is a chance to make things right!”

“Is it?” April asked quietly in a tone that was clearly meant to calm him down. “Or is it bait? She's clearly targeting you. She wants you to go out into the middle of nowhere as soon as possible. It's… it's likely a trap.”

“If it is, then why did you bring it up?” Leonardo challenged her. She must have known how he'd react, right?

April looked back at the video. The screen was frozen on Big Mama's venomous smile.

“I thought you deserved to know,” she answered simply. “And… I wanted to make sure.” She turned her head to face the slider.

“I know you're going to go after the key no matter what I say,” she sighed. “And you'd be stubborn and pissed if I never told you.”

“But…?”

“But if you leave us again to do your own thing the remaining members of the resistance will not take it well. You need to choose one over the other: are you their leader, or are you a hero?”

“What do you mean?”

April's face softened. “You can't lead people if you aren't here half the time, Leo. Since Raph died you've taken it upon yourself to do most of the heavy lifting around here; in the base and out in the field. It's inspiring, sure, but we need strategy right now, not just heart. You can't do everything, but I think you'd be a lot more useful to the team if you stayed here and used that big brain of yours to keep us safe, instead of throwing yourself into risky situations with meager rewards.”

“Meager? It's the fucking key! There's no way we can stop the Krang without it!”

“We've been trying to develop the technology for a new key-”

“For years! And it's led to nothing,” Leonardo pointed out. “That relic is over ten thousand years old and it's more advanced technology than even Donatello could even imagine. Mikey can't make heads or tails of the mystics surrounding it.”

“If we keep trying-”

“April, I really appreciate your perspective,” Leonardo sighed, slumping deep into his chair. He cradled his sad cup of water to his plastron, contemplating taking the bitter taste of acceptance. “And I get what you mean. I haven't been around here nearly enough. Hell, that's what Donatello's project was for right? To get us stronger fighters. I need to trust them.”

April nodded, but Leonardo could tell it was a restrained gesture. She knew he hated to talk about the new mutants unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I've failed you all,” he admitted. “I'm putting this whole team in danger.”

“Leo, that's not what I'm saying,” April told him quietly. “You can-”

“I'm putting you in charge.”

“What?”

“I can't do this, April. I can't sit here in this room and watch people die out on the field, and I sure as hell can't let the key slip through my fingers again.”

“So you quit?”

“Does it really sound like I'm quitting, Commander?” He took a sip from his cup. “I know how we got here, I know the mistakes I've made, and I'm owning up to it. I didn't ever deserve this position. Leading my brothers is much different from leading an entire army.”

April gave a sad smile. “I suppose that makes sense. But everyone here loves you Leo. What's Casey going to think? Your brothers?”

“I think they'd be thrilled, honestly,” Leonardo grumbled. “I can't remember the last time I sat down with Mikey and just… talked.” He looked off at nothing in particular across the room. “Of course, fuck whatever Donnie thinks, but I'm sure he'd be happier with you calling the shots. He never listened to me anyway.”

He could tell April wanted to protest, but she'd already done that a million times before. It never got them anywhere. She was right in calling him stubborn.

“Casey… when I get back, were going to be a proper family. It's been so hard the last few months, we don't talk much.”

“You've been too busy.”

“And him too! Can you believe it? He's nearly the same age Mikey was when all this shit started. This November he'll be fifteen. And he's already been out in the field for two years. I thought we had it bad! I used to tell others “can you imagine ending the world when you're only sixteen?” Now he's been shoveling the shit out of the bed I made since he was only twelve. It all adds up, exponentially.”

“And yet he still looks up to you,” April pointed out, smiling.

“He shouldn't,” the slider grumbled again. “I failed him. I've failed everyone in this miserable little camp. We eat rats and leaves and tell each other to be grateful to be alive.”

“This is your out,” April noticed, knitting her eyebrows together.

Leonardo nodded. “This is the only way out. I'll go it alone if I have to.”

“I can put together a small team for you at the very least,” April offered. “And one of Donnie's runners. It'll get you there in just a few hours.”

“I don't need a team,” Leonardo shook his head. “Just get me Synth.”

“That guy, again? Tell me you're not…?”

“No no! Nothing like that!” Leonardo waved his arms. “That was one time… no. I just want him because he knows her as well as I do. He'd want nothing more than to make sure she stays dead this time.”

April gave him a disapproving look, but didn't push it further. “If you're going to go, you better leave now. The sun will be up in a few hours and you do not want the technodrome on your tail.”

Leonardo groaned but stood up reluctantly. It was going to be a long trip.

The Phantom Limb

It had been impossible to stay focused at the lair once everyone else had woken up. Leo had made fun of them of course, and Raph was also set to clean up the living room as the boys had just left the vacuum sitting all lonely and by itself, so Casey and Mikey had completely given up on exploring their ninpo. At least until they went out for a walk in the evening.

To be perfectly honest, Mikey didn’t know what had come over him; he’d never thought he could be so interested in something as seemingly boring as meditating. He was never one to sit still for very long, but after stretching his legs for a bit, he figured it was not far from the sudden impulse to turn a cartwheel. Casey had described it like a phantom limb, and Mikey was inclined to believe him. Now when he wasn’t exercising his ninpo, it was as if his spirit had been crammed into a car seat for six hours. He didn’t know if Casey felt the same way, but he seemed happy enough to entertain him.

So the boys found an awesome vantage point over the city and took the opportunity to sit outside and appreciate the warm summer breeze. They both sat across from each other, cross-legged on a rooftop. The nightlife of the city buzzed far below them, and Mikey had never felt so at peace. This was what he had been missing; it was as if the universe had woken up and spoken to him for the first time. Or perhaps it was the other way around, he wasn’t sure. In his mind’s eye, he could see the millions of people below him, a rainbow of sights and sounds, all rhythmically dancing in time with the heartbeat of the universe. And he was a part of that universe- and so was Casey, sitting across from him, also relaxed, his rose pink aura bubbling over him like seafoam lapping over sand.

Curious, Mikey tried to reach out and see how far he could 'see' like this. Could he reach the lair? It seemed his vision narrowed as he searched, but he still had some idea of what he was seeing…

The beeping from his chest immediately brought him back. He looked down and saw his emergency signal was going off. Someone was in trouble?

Casey jumped and immediately went to his phone.

"What's going on? Are you all alright?!"

Mikey faintly heard Leo's voice on the other end, he sounded just as confused as they were.

"Hold on, I'll put you on speaker, I'm with Mikey."

"It's Donnie!" April shouted through the speaker. "He’s in trouble!"

"He’s what?!" Leo asked April from the same line. It seemed she knew more than he did. There was a shuffle as April took the phone from Leo.

"Casey, Mikey, meet us at the University, now!"

“Wait, what's going on?” Mikey asked, concerned.

“Donnie has been attacked!” April repeated, more urgently. “He’s at Eastlaird.”

“Fuck,” Casey mumbled, scrambling to he feet. “We'll be there soon!”

“Hurry!” She pleaded, and then hung up.

"Shit!" Casey bristled, shoving his phone back into his pocket and lowering his mask.

"Today would have been a good day to learn how to fly, huh?" Mikey mumbled, stretching his back.

"Aren't you worried? Let's go!" Casey called back, already running towards the school.

"Of course I'm worried!" Mikey pouted, sprinting to catch up. "It's just frustrating. I thought I was really getting somewhere for a minute there."

"You're doing great!" Casey panted. "But we can figure it out later!"

Thankfully, they were only a few minutes away from the university.

Casey jumped and swung down to the front of the science building. Mikey vaulted after him.

"Leo, we're here! Do we go inside?" Casey asked through the com in his mask..

"We're a minute away, just hold on."

It was an agonizing minute, mostly because Mikey could already feel that the building was empty. He did, however, see Raph, April, and Leo running up before Casey could.

"I think they're gone, we have to catch up to them!" Mikey stammered as Leo led them around the outside of the building.

"Gone? But we have his signal!" Raph frowned, confused.

"Let's just get there, fast," Leo brushed it off, looking down at one of Donnie's auxiliary tracking devices. "He's this way."

Everyone followed Leo until they reached the back of the building. There, April pointed out the second floor window Donnie had crashed through.

“Tim said he fell from here.”

But Mikey's sense was right. Donnie was gone.

Leo walked across the small lawn and pulled Donnie's emergency signal from the ground. It looked like it had been smashed into the dirt with quite a bit of force. He disabled it, and then threw it back on the ground angrily.

"What are we supposed to do now?" he shouted, pacing around the yard and looking back up at the window.

Casey picked up Donnie's tracker and scanned it with his phone.

"Based on when the signal went off, they can't have gotten far," he calculated.

"If we split up maybe we could-"

"No. Absolutely not," Leo interrupted. "Whatever's got him we can't face alone. We should stay together. This is dangerous."

"Do you think Donnie put a tracker in himself?" Mikey piped up.

"You mean like the one he put in Raph?" Leo narrowed his eyes.

"Leo, he definitely put one in all of us," Mikey rolled his eyes, thinking back to how they had found Raph after he had been abducted by the Krang. “He’s a terrible liar.”

"When did he do that?” Casey asked with concern.

"Relax Future Boy, it was before you got here,” Leo waved off his concern. “Although who's to say he hasn't put one on you since you wandered off that one time…"

Casey looked over his body as if he could somehow find the subdermal.

"Mikey's got a point though," Leo brought Donnie's tracking device up and flipped through some menus.

"Oof," Leo looked up at Casey. "You've been bugged too."

Mikey noticed Casey’s grimace as Leo pulled up Donnie's tracker.

"So, at least he's fair. I got him,” Leo confirmed. “They're headed northwest."

"Well let's not waste any more time then," Raph punched his hand. "Let's go get him!"

The five bounced out of the University. The chase was on.

“Synth is dead. They're all dead, Commander… I'm sorry,” Leonardo's voice broke through the static. “You were right; it was a trap. Big Mama was dead before we got here… she was infected.”

“Donnie's en route to your location, just hold out as long as you can.”

“What? No! Why would… this was my choice! I don't want backup!”

“I didn't send him!” April struggled. “He left on his own.”

“Is he insane? I'm surrounded! How-” the line cut for a few agonizing seconds. Casey and April hung onto every moment. On a nearby monitor, Casey could see his sensei's vitals being monitored. He was fine. Out of breath, a nervous wreck, but at the moment, fine.

“Fuck Donnie!” Leonardo's voice came back in. “When I see him I'm gonna-” he cut back out again. Casey wondered if he'd even meant that to come through.

“I have eyes on the target,” came Donatello's familiar deadpan. “I'm touching down in two minutes.”

“Already?” April whispered. How had he gotten there so fast?

“Landing site is not clear, Donnie,” Leonardo warned.

“It's fine, I'll make it work,” the soft shell huffed. There was the sound of both a nearby and distant explosion from both mics.

“What was that?” April asked urgently.

“Are you fucking insane!?” came Leonardo's voice from the closer explosion side. “What if that hit me?”

“It wouldn't,” came Donatello’s smug response.

“Landing site is clear.”

R.O.N.I.N.

Casey didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help himself. Donnie had, sometime between him arriving and now, placed a tracker inside him. How had he done that? When had he done that? Casey always locked the bedroom door. Casey didn’t sleep in their turtle piles or curl up with everyone on movie night. Had Leo let him in? Would either of them have noticed if he had picked the lock on their carriage door?

The worst part was that Casey had trusted him. He had specifically asked Donnie not to track him after he found out about Raph’s tracker. He’d probably done it after Casey had gotten lost, and while he could kind of understand the concern, it was still messed up. He had promised Casey not to.

That meant Donnie probably knew where Casey had been the last few days. Why hadn’t he brought it up? Surely Donnie was going to confront him at some point, right?

It was a nauseating feeling. He had thought he had covered his tracks, but it also felt like no matter what he did, things were beginning to unravel. He supposed it was only a matter of time. He squeezed the grip of his hockey stick in frustration. He wasn’t ready for that. He really wasn’t ready for that.

As Leo led them across town, Casey noticed that they were approaching a pinned location on his map. He pulled out his phone and checked where they were going, but there were only a handful of places he had pinned, and they weren’t anywhere he had gone to before.

This was a place he had dared not go.

“Leo! Stop!” Everyone immediately halted and turned their heads to him. “We have to slow down. I know where they are.”

“You do?” Casey nodded, and he handed Leo his phone. “I put a tracker on the Sister Krang before she was taken away. That’s exactly where we’re headed.”

“What? She’s here?” Leo looked in the direction they were headed. Just on the edge of town Casey and the others could make out a sparkling white dome in the distance. “I figured they'd ship her to Area 51 or something.”

“It’s a government facility,” Casey nodded. “I haven’t checked it out but…”

“This is really bad,” Raph spoke up. “They probably think he’s an alien or something stupid like that.”

“If we’re going to sneak in there, we’re going to have to be very smart about this,” April pointed out.

“Ugh, why did our smart brother have to get captured!” Mikey groaned, tilting his head to one side. Leo gave him a disapproving look.

“So they probably have a lot of security,” Leo turned to Casey. “Do you have anything that could help us get around that?”

Casey's face lit up. “I do, actually! Could I take the point?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Leo stepped aside and Casey jumped ahead, flipping his mask down and switching over to night vision.

“If you’re paranoid about an enemy you know nothing about, you’re going to give yourself the widest perimeter possible,” Casey explained, steering the group southwest. “Like, the perimeter could be miles wide, with several different layers of detection. We’re likely already being monitored in some capacity.”

“Are you kidding?” Leo asked, surprised.

“It’s fine,” Casey waved him off. “It should be a general surveillance at this distance. They don’t know we’re after them.” Casey pulled out his phone and opened one of future Donatello’s most beloved applications: R.O.N.I.N.

He was going to be honest, Casey didn’t know exactly how it worked, but it had saved his ass many times over, and his sensei’s many more. It was an anti-surveillance program that could detect other security systems within the vicinity and alert the user. It could loop video and replace audio of security footage, allowing the user to sneak into new places unseen and unheard. It could use AI to generate new footage based on existing data, creating especially difficult to notice alterations. It could even trick motion sensors.

This was also the same system that found a map of Mama’s Battle Nexus. With algorithms that wouldn’t be breachable for the next twenty odd years, Donatello’s R.O.N.I.N. application was the most advanced spyware on the planet. And it needed to be- it had saved his family’s lives more times than Casey could count.

R.O.N.I.N. searched for nearby systems, and aside from the local home security systems nearby, there was only one that matched the complexity Casey was looking for. The security was looser than he expected. There were traffic cameras connected to the facility’s system, but of course, they had traveled above those.

“We’re actually clear,” Casey sighed with relief. “R.O.N.I.N. says the facility’s system’s radius is only 3,000 yards, we’re safe until we’re less than a mile away.”

“R.O.N.I.N.?” Leo asked, tilting his head. “What’s that?”

“One of Donnie’s apps. It was named for you, actually,” Casey winked. “Ninja In, Ninja Out, Reversed.”

“Pft,” Leo sputtered. “That’s so dumb.”

“I should probably give you a copy of it at some point,” Casey noted. It was probably too valuable for them to not be using it on a regular basis anyway.

They moved in closer to the facility, and as it came into view, Casey was a little set back by how large it was. It was as large as a football stadium. It wasn’t exactly subtle either, with its bright white shining dome reflecting the city’s lights. It must be a pain to look at during the day.

“How are we supposed to find Donnie in there?” Raph asked as they approached the perimeter. “It’s huge…”

“He’s in there,” Mikey interrupted. “I can see him.”

“You what?” Leo and Raph asked at the same time.

“I can see Donnie’s ninpo. He’s actually relatively close to us.”

“Since when could you do that?” Raph asked, crossing his arms.

“Since today,” Mikey shrugged. “Casey’s been teaching me some things.”

Raph gave Casey a one-eyed, no nonsense look.

“Were you gonna share with the rest of the class?”

Casey picked his nose. “He wanted to know how to fly. Raph doesn’t fly in the future.”

“And what do I do in the future, huh?”

Casey looked away. “Push up daisies, mostly.”

“You little shit!”

“Guys cut it out!” Leo interrupted. “How are we going to get in there?”

“I can set R.O.N.I.N. up to disable their security, but we still have to take out anybody on the way in,” Casey offered, pulling up a map of the facility and sharing it with the guys. “We could sit and learn their rotations, but that’s probably not ideal if we want Donnie out as soon as possible.”

“We need to hurry,” Leo agreed.

“Right. Since Mikey and I have eyes on Donnie, you three-” Casey pointed to Leo, April, and Raph. “Need to make sure you’re with one of us at all times.”

“I’ll stay with you,” Leo directed. “Raph you stick with Mikey and April. I don’t really want us splitting up if we have to though.”

“No, especially if there are more big guys like Aderman,” April agreed.

“Wait, this is a government facility,” Raph pointed out. “Was he ambushed by humans?”

“One human,” April clarified, making the group turn their heads to gawk at her.

“April, you didn’t explain what Donnie was doing out here,” Leo reminded her, narrowing his eyes with concern.

“We were looking for that herbicide I found over the summer,” she sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead. “It’s all my fault he got captured. I should have gone with him!”

Raph placed a hand on her shoulder, and she turned in to him for a hug. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “We’re gonna get him back.” She mumbled an agreement, and then broke away, taking a breath to steady herself.

“I had a friend let Donnie into the school, and from what he told me as he was running away, Aderman probably heard them sneaking around and took Donnie away. She’s also… not very fond of mutants.”

“Well she definitely won’t be fond of us by the time we’re done here,” Raph grumbled.

Leo looked back down at Casey’s map, and then at the facility.

“Looks like there’s a window up on the third floor I could use to see inside,” he pointed out.

“Whatever I see I can portal to, so I can drop us on the roof and we go in from there.”

Mikey glanced over to Leo and squinted at his back.

“Leo, how do you have two swords again?”

“What?” Leo straightened up immediately, as if he could hide the katanas on his back. “I've had these two for a while now.”

“Donnie broke your last one yesterday! I heard it snap!” Mikey accused.

Leo scratched the back of his head, his face turning redder by the minute. “Well… you see, we're on a really important mission now… Donnie's in trouble-”

“You are so dead when we get home!” Mikey jabbed his finger repeatedly into Leo's plastron. “Dead dead dead dead DEAD!”

“Mikey,” Casey interrupted. “Are there any security personnel by that window?” Casey asked.

Mikey sneered at Leo once more and then looked up through the trees and brush they were currently hidden behind.

“Yeah, there are a couple.”

“So we can take them out or distract them,” Casey concluded. “Taking them out in the short term is safer, but a well done distraction wouldn’t raise any alarms.”

“It’s faster to knock them out, and then there’s less of them on the way out,” Raph argued.

“Thanks for volunteering yourself, big guy,” Leo smiled, elbowing the snapper.

“Hey!”

It was surprisingly easy to catch the two unfortunate security guards standing outside the facility’s eastern wall. A quick bonk together of their similarly thick noggins caused them to drop like stones. Raph dragged the men into the bushes, giving Leo the opportunity to portal the team up onto the… uh… dome. Casey almost stepped out onto the surface to follow Mikey and Leo when April pulled him back quickly by the shoulder.

"Are you crazy? It’s too steep, we'll slip and fall!" she whispered. Casey did a double take at the smooth, round surface in front of them. Oh, yeah that probably wasn't a great idea. He watched Leo slide precariously over the lip of the building and out of sight. Mikey neared the edge as well, keeping a lookout. The only thing keeping them from sliding off the rounded surface was the added traction of their bare feet and hands. Casey leaned back. Yeah, falling off the building from this height could have been disastrous. And embarrassing.

A minute later Leo was back and cut them open a new portal, this time inside the facility itself.

"Remember team, stick together," Leo warned. "We get Donnie, we get out. No funny business."

The group nodded in unison. They silently stepped through the portal, and it closed shut behind them.

Casey found himself in what looked to be a personal office space. The floor was covered in commercial carpet squares, and the ceiling was filled by acoustical drop tiles. Leo had strategically positioned them behind a solid row of filing cabinets, but if they moved too much they could be seen through either the exterior or interior windows. The office door was also glass, but at least that gave Mikey a space to peek into the hallway outside from a low angle, and be therefore easier to overlook.

The box turtle took the lead, using his newfound third eye to look out for potential enemies and edge their way towards Donnie's signal. Once Mikey seemed lost by the layout of the labyrinth of cubicles they meandered through, but it was then that Casey would pull out his map and point him in the right direction.

Eventually they came to a stairwell that would lead them up and further into the dome, and now away from any exterior windows. Casey felt the unease of being trapped crawl over his skin, but then remembered that in this time, Leo had his portals. That was a relief and a half, and something the boy was still not used to.

Casey vaguely remembered exploring the crumbled remains of an enclosed stadium once upon a time when he was very small. Master Leonardo had considered it a place they could hide for a time, but in the end passed it over for an underground alternative instead. The facility they were moving in reminded him of that stadium. Tall, curved walls became the ceiling, with high white painted steel beams criss crossing over one another high above them. The floor was filled with polished concrete with a buffed reflection that caught the flood lights mounted on the exterior wall circling the entire facility.

The interior wall of this hallway was similarly curved, following the shape of the exterior, but instead of steel, it was made of painted white brick. There were a series of doors spaced far out along and around this interior, and Mikey paused at the sight of them as he seemed to look beyond them.

He looked back at Casey, who was squatting just at the top of the stairs. 'Where go?' he signed, pointing to the row of doors.

Casey opened the map again and took the lead, moving them towards what seemed to be marked as the primary testing facility. He was nearly there when a hand grabbed him and pulled him back suddenly. A door swung open behind him, and Mikey threw himself, and directed the others into said room, before closing the door silently and leaving them in the darkness.

"Mikey what-" Casey heard Leo start to ask, but a small movement shut him up. Then they heard the footsteps coming. They passed right by them, and then faded away. Slowly and carefully, Mikey reopened the door and slipped back outside, letting the others behind him trickle out.

Who knew today was the perfect day to fuck around and find out what else he could do with his ninpo?

Casey took the point again and led them to the lab Donnie's tracker seemed to be pointing them towards. The door to the next room was locked, but that never stopped a professional scavenger like Casey Jones. Through years of experience, there wasn't a single lock he could not pick, and today would be no exception. It only took a moment for his bump key to find its place in the lock and jimmy it open with a swift and satisfying click.

In they slipped, one by one. The testing room they had entered was enormous, but it unfortunately lacked the purple soft shell they were looking for. Instead, the five of them came face to face with the tortured wails and horrific sight of what little remained of the pathetic Sister Krang.

They found themselves at the back of a viewing room, one of several that looked out into a large white room filled with half a dozen lab assistants and technicians, who were currently examining the writhing pink alien. The sight of the creature made Casey's knees buckle, but April was there to catch him and hold him in place.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew she was here. He had told all of them himself. But seeing her again after only so little time had passed… He stiffened, and found himself looking around for more of them, or for something to go wrong, even though he knew logically that likely would not happen. She was completely and utterly subdued by the facility employees, screaming in horrendous agony. Nothing was getting her out of here as they sawed bits of her off and placed those bits of her pink flesh into plastic bags to be carted off somewhere else. Wherever they cut, her skin grew right back. Another team seemed to be observing her and taking notes, talking back and forth to one another despite the horrific screaming. They did so as if everything here was perfectly ordinary. As if they were carving a Christmas ham. Casey wondered how anyone could find themselves clocking into work and deciding to do this today.

Thankfully, Mikey took the lead again and brought them through a side door to their right, which thankfully led them out of sight of the pathetic creature. The screams however, given their proximity, continued. Casey hoped that Donnie was alright, but his stomach dropped just thinking about what state he could be in when they caught up to him.

The others also seemed spurred on with urgency as they moved quicker now through room after awful room, down and around pointlessly meandering hallways that finally led them to the opposite side of the facility. Casey wasn't sure what Mikey had meant when he said he thought Donnie was "close."

Mikey stopped in front of another door and gestured to Casey and Leo. Donnie’s tracker showed them he was on the other side of this door. But what Mikey signed next caught Casey’s attention:

‘I see two Donnies.’

‘Two?’ Casey asked in confusion. ‘How?’ Mikey shrugged, but Leo confirmed there was only one showing up via his subdermal.

‘How many are inside?’ Casey asked instead. He didn’t have time to wonder how reliable Mikey’s new sight was. He hoped it was just a fluke.

‘Six.’ Okay, that wasn’t so bad. Casey checked the map for any other ways into the room. It looked like there was another observation room around the corner. If Leo got eyes on Donnie, they could pop in and out before Aderman even knew what hit her. Directing the group to the map and then around the corner, Mikey signed there was one person inside the observation room.

Mikey slipped inside and knocked out the single lab tech, but that was about when the team’s luck ran out, because at that moment, another person on the other side of the glass turned and directed a question to the now unconscious man, or rather where he had been standing. Mikey gave a cheeky smile back to the lab tech, before ducking under the interior window and turning to the others.

“Get him and go, Leo!” he whispered frantically, gesturing with his thumb over his head and into the lab. Casey could hear the confused chatter of the staff on the other side of the wall, and the door opening out into the hall they’d just come from. They had less than a minute before this got bad.

Leo peeked over the window and into the lab. Casey thought a ghost had passed over the slider as he grabbed onto the windowsill to ground himself.

"Don!"

You Aren't Supposed to Be Here

As soon as Leonardo boarded the small airship, everything went to shit.

Immediately as Donatello signaled they were taking off, Casey and April heard the massive crunch of steel as the ship was forced back down. Reports flashed on the Commander’s screen that Donatello’s ship was critically damaged. April pulled up a feed of the airship's external cameras. Tentacles wrapped tightly around the titanium body, and covered the lenses from several perspectives.

“Shit!” Donatello’s panicked voice came through the comms. In the background of that swear, Casey thought he heard howling from a short distance away.

A pause.

“What are we-” Master Leonardo was interrupted by a sound of shattered glass, and then horrific screaming.

“Don!” Leonardo screamed, and Casey glanced over to their vitals. Donatello’s heart rate skyrocketed. There was more swearing from Leonardo’s com, but he seemed otherwise physically unharmed.

And then… the comms shut off.

“Donnie!” April shrieked, trying to re-establish the connection, but it was clear he had deliberately cut them. What was happening?

Casey gripped the chair back he was leaning over in the war room. Commander O’Neil stood with one arm over his shoulders, squeezing him close and staring at the reports. The cameras on the ship’s exterior revealed the ship was now surrounded by at least thirty hounds, and Casey knew that there were probably even more on the way.

The brothers were grounded in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by enemies, with no way out.

“Leo, Donnie, come in! Guys…” April pleaded. Casey stared at the vitals monitor. He was still there.

“Sensei…”

This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening. There was nothing they could do. Leonardo knew they were waiting on him. He wasn’t just going to leave them, was he? Why had Donatello cut him off from them?

And then, while they could do nothing but sit and witness the end, one last message came through: “Leo’s en route, eta two seconds.”

“What?” April whispered. “That…”

Blue violet light erupted around the room. It shimmered in the same way Casey had seen Master Michelangelo’s ninpo do. Casey and April turned at the same time and, to their amazement, saw exactly what Donatello described. Through a ring of blue violet mystic energy, Leonardo stumbled backwards into the war room, somehow crossing over one hundred miles in just two seconds. On the other side, Casey could see the ship they had just tried to escape with. As the portal closed, he noticed that Donatello was nowhere in sight.

April was the first to react, moving swiftly to catch the slider before he ran into their table. Casey had to jump out of the way of them in the cramped space. Bewildered, and half wondering if this was some kind of mistake or trick, he looked the slider over with a confusing feeling of both horror and relief. Master Leonardo wasn’t supposed to be able to use his ninpo. How was this possible?

As April fussed over the older turtle, Casey glanced back at their monitors. The cameras were dead. Donatello was dead. Leonardo was not. Sliding away the map of the crash site, Casey pulled up a map of their own base. Three flashing blips indicated that Leonardo was well and truly in the room with them. Casey glanced back over to Leonardo, still staring at the space where he had just come from. He hadn’t said anything, even as April peppered him with questions. He just stood there, watching nothing, appearing to have no more will or function than that of a standing oak tree. He was simply lost, his eyes glazed over, lips and teeth set as if he had something else he wanted to say, but no one left to say it to.

After what felt like an eternity, the slider opened the grip of his prosthetic hand, and lowered it to show April what he had brought back with him. Purple satin slid through his fingers and into her trembling hands. When April looked back up into Leonardo’s eyes, Casey suddenly felt like an intruder. They stood in shock, devastated at the loss of someone Casey had thought he had no desire to see or hear from ever again. So he retreated, around the table and out the door.

He faintly heard Leonardo’s apology as he forced himself down the hall. He passed Michelangelo’s room and debated if he should say anything, but thought better of it. He didn’t want to make things worse. Instead, he arrived at and kicked in the door of his own room. The handle bounced off the adjacent wall and swung the panel back viciously, clipping his shoulder as he made his way inside. Swearing from the shock more than the pain, he clawed at the shitty door and slammed it back into place. In a minute he’d hear someone calling his name, to check on him and see if he was alright.

Fuck! No, no he was not alright. He turned and sat with his back against the door. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel, but he certainly was not grateful. Even when Donatello died he still found a way to bring him immense pain. What a fucking dumbass.

"Leo move!" Casey shouted at him as the door to the observation room swung open and two militantly dressed security officers found them. Raph stood from his crouch and knocked them out, but now they could hear panicked shouting from the other room.

Leo finally drew his swords, cutting a portal open right underneath himself and Casey. The kid yelped in surprise as they dropped down right in front of an operating table.

“Hold on to him!” Leo said with gritted teeth, and it was then that Casey saw Donnie was strapped to said operating table. His breathing faltered at the sight of the exposed soft shell. He was completely undressed (well, more so than they usually were- no mask, no wrist tech, etc…), his jaw slack, and muscles relaxed. Casey hadn’t seen Donatello this vulnerable ever. Just knowing how uncomfortable Donnie would be in this state when he woke up made Casey avert his eyes awkwardly, but Casey did what Leo told him, reaching over Donnie’s plastron and grabbing tight of him as Leo cut another portal, this time right through the floor under the operating table and dropping them straight out of the facility and into the woods surrounding. But just as soon as they landed, Casey saw movement above him. Someone had followed them through the portal.

“Where do you ugly little fuckers think you’re going?”

Oh, Leo was going to take great offense to that.

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Notes: Chapter 12 will be the last chapter released this year. 😎

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