#i guess this confirms that their break up happened off screen

[lucascsinclairs]

well, i guess we all expected this was coming. but still stings

#st4 #lumax #lucas sinclair #mac mayfield #sigh #i guess this confirms that their break up happened off screen #kinda would've wanted to see it at least but oh well #well the only way from here is up i guess #so let's hope we'll get some good character moments and an arch for them this season! #the part about lucas still being concerned about max and trying to reach out for her #seems in character #and should put those dumb rumors of him breaking up with her cause he thinks he's too cool for her now to rest #two more weeks to emotionally prepare for this angst! #st spoilers #st4 spoilers #just in case

[melobin]

online 𐙚 song eunseok

warnings. dom!eunseok, camboy!eunseok x female reader, video call sex, praise, female and male masturbation.

wc. 1.5k

summary. in which famed camboy song eunseok holds a competition for one fan to have a private video call with you and you just happen to win it.

part of my late 2k prompt event

1. “i’ve never done this before”

11. “shh, i know it feels good baby”

22. “do you feel that?”

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“i’ve never done this before” you saw the way eunseok’s eyes lit up through your monitor, amusement laced through them.

“so basically, i’m your first time?” you nodded lightly, “i guess so”

“i’ll take care of you, you know that right?”

“of course” eunseok watched you for a few moments, taking in the sight of you on his screen.

“i was blessed to have someone so pretty win the competition” you gulped at his words, skin feeling hot under his gaze. the competition, the word almost made you shiver. it was just a one off draw that you entered for a private video call with eunseok, you entered it for fun not thinking you’d win but somehow you found yourself staring at your monitor as he watched you through your webcam. “you’re almost too pretty”

“you’re just trying to flatter me”

“is it working?” he raised an eyebrow, a half smile sitting on his lips “so tell me what you entered the draw for? just for a chat or did you want something else?” it was clear to what he was hinting at, the way he leant back a little further in his chair and spread his legs under his desk.

“i guess i joined for a bit of fun, didn’t actually expect to win”

“are you a regular viewer?” something about his question flustered you a little, it was a new experience telling a camboy you watched often that you liked his content. it was crude, dirty, the fact he knew you probably got off to his streams made you shiver.

“i found you a few months ago, i’ve seen more of your videos than your streams but”

“but?”

“i do enjoy them, a lot” eunseok laughed a little at your go around way of confirming his suspicions.

“you mean there’s a pretty girl fucking herself to my streams? i’m hounered” his fingers trailed along his own thigh, hand pressing down against the bulge that was forming in his sweatpants “the thought of you playing with your little clit whilst watching me turns me on you know”

“you turn me on” he smiled at the boldness of your words, hand pressing a little harder against himself.

“prove it” you weren’t exactly one to back down from a challenge but the way he spoke to you heightened your nerves. eunseok made your nervous.

you let your fingers shakily undo the buttons of your pajama shirt, your bra coming into his vision as you did. given what eunseok done, you knew what the call would lead to so you wanted to wear something pretty for him, but now you were showing him you couldn’t fight your light embarrassment.

“wore something special for me, huh?” you gulped as you felt his gaze on you, your fingers opened up the rest of your pajama shirt before you let it fall from your arms, crumbling up on the chair beneath you.

“i wanted to look pretty for you”

“you look gorgeous” you let his words spur you on, fingers hooking over your bra before you pulled it down a little, exposing your chest to him. eunseok raised his eyebrow as he watched you cup your breast in your hand, his eyes were focused on the way your fingers pinched your nipple.

the shorts you wore done nothing to contain your arousal, you could already feel yourself seeping through your panties onto the thin material of them. the feeling only got worse as you watched him remove his shirt, his lean body coming into view as his hand cupped his bulge.

“god, i could fuck you so well” he groaned as he spoke, he resisted the urge to push down his sweatpants so he could grab his leaking cock. there was something about you that seemed so innocent and timid, he wanted to break you because of that. just from looking at you he was sure he could turn your brain to mush by fucking you senseless, could turn you into his own little cock hungry whore. maybe he could make that happen one day, but for now he was focused on you.

“i know” you sounded pathetic, whimpering at barely anything. in a way, you felt as if you were waiting for him to make a move and tell you what to do, but you also wanted to be confident and show him you could do it yourself. so you did.

your hand left your breast as you brought it down your body, legs widening so he could see the way your fingers rubbed your clit lightly over your shorts. eunseok groaned as he watched you, mouth watering as he thought about how soaked you must be under the fabric.

“you should show me how you touch yourself when you’re watching me” you shivered at his words, watching as his hand snuck under his sweatpants and pushed them down slightly, the familiar sight of his hardened cock stiff in his hand entering your vision. his hand slowly stroked his cock, his eyes darkening as he watched you slip your shorts and panties to the side exposing yourself to him. he was sure he could see your pussy glisten under the harsh light of your computer, he had to squeeze the base of his cock to calm himself briefly. he wanted to devour you.

your fingers lightly grazed over your swollen clit, you whimpered softly as you put more pressure against it. your head fell back against the head rest of your chair once your fingers started circling the nub, eyes still focused on your computer screen as you watched eunseok pump his cock. a trickle of precum slipped down the side of it, his tip looked raw, almost sore from how red it was. you’d seen him like this a few times on stream, so desperate for a release whilst his cock throbbed in his hand and he groaned. that eunseok was your favourite kind of eunseok, shameless and desperate to cum, just like he was now.

eunseok wasn’t small, he was borderline intimidatingly big, his cock always say so prettily in his hand, his cum always looking delicious once it dripped down the side. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, struggling to keep your gaze in one place.

“stretch yourself out for me baby” his voice had dropped in octaves, it was deeper as it echoed throughout your room. you could only whimper as you dragged your fingers through your slit and pushed one inside of yourself, being quick to add another with ease due to how wet you were. eunseok’s hand moved quicker on his cock, he groaned as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers.

“do you feel that?” you nodded and whimpered at his question, fingers curling inside of you causing you to shiver “you know you’d feel me deeper don’t you, baby?”

“fuck, yes” eunseok forced himself to hold back an almost broken moan at the way you whimpered as you spoke, he could hear the desperation in your voice and it was slowly ruining him inside. his jaw fell slack as he watched your other hand reach down to your clit, the pleasure from your fingers curling inside of yourself and your other hand on your clit had you moaning more frequently, hips squirming on the chair beneath you. eunseok would have done anything in that moment to be able to grab you and lay you down, wanting nothing more than to push his cock into you and have you falling apart around it.

“shh, i know it feels good baby” his voice was breathless as he worked his hand on his cock, his tip leaking almost violently now as he grew closer to the edge “should buy you a toy so you can fuck yourself with it for me” you whimpered a little louder, a breathless moan following.

“please” you weren’t sure what you were pleading for but they kept falling from you, they sounded like heaven to eunseok’s ears.

“gonna cum, baby?”

“fuck” was all that left you as you opened your mouth, unable to properly talk to him as the pleasure grew more intense. all that could be heard from your room was the squelching sound of your fingers fucking into yourself and your broken whimpers.

“do it” it sounded like a challenge as it fell from his lips, his hips bucking up into his hand as he fucked it, feeling his own orgasm drawing closer as he watched you “fuck you’re so sweet” he never took his eyes off of you as you came, your thighs shook as you released over your fingers and whimpered his name, the whimper hitting him hard as you watched him spurt his cum over his chest. his groans filled your ears and the sight of him had you clenching around your fingers before you withdrew them.

both of you were breathing heavily as you watched each other, eunseok laughed lightly as he saw how fucked out you looked. he knew this wasn’t going to be the only time you two were going to be doing this.

“keep me friended on here angel, i’ll send you a toy soon”.

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#✧ melody posts #✧ hard hours ✧ #riize smut #eunseok smut #riize eunseok smut

[yorshie]

Hii, I just Saw that your request are open and I couldn't help myself because i just love your work so much, especially "Pick Up the phone", i just want to know more! Could you do after the incident how the relationship grew and if the turtles ended up together with her??

hmmmm...listen. I knew exactly where Pick Up The Phone was going eventually when I wrote it, I just got a wee bit distracted writing other things. I guess it's about time I completed the story, I'm just really sorry because I'm sure you weren't thinking there'd be this much angst in it. Thank you for requesting this, hope you like it enough to wait til the third part before you write off the story as just sad.

PICK UP THE SLACK

Bayverse TMNT x Fem Reader Part One

Length: 5.7k

Summary/warnings: SFW, reader deals with the fallout of witnessing the turtles commit violence on her behalf. Warnings include: angst, trauma and coping with that trauma, panic attacks, complicated relationships, and, because when I wrote the first part the relationship was a bit vague, we're going with turtles have caught Feelings but reader isn't aware. Set in 2023 - turtles are 24-25

Tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @spooneyes

[Hey Angel! Would you like to come hang out for a little bit? I’m grabbing some noodles and Leo’s pulled out some of his old tapes?]

You stared at the text, thumb hovering over the keyboard, torn between answering- even if it was just a few words- and not responding at all.

Outside your apartment, an early summer storm curled its way in-between the buildings, fog pressing up against the window like a hand pressing its palm flat against the glass. While it wasn’t raining yet, the way your soft hair clung to your sweater said it would soon.

Your arm itched in it’s colorful cast, and your phone screen dimmed from inactivity, pulling your attention back to the problem at hand. You sighed, set the little device to the side before curling in on yourself and scrubbing your free hand over you face.

You didn’t mean to avoid the turtles. It just sort of happened… before you realized it was happening.

Memories of that night were a little hazy, a little blurry when you tried to focus on them. You remember Donnie and Leo dropping you off at the hospital in the wee hours of the morning, Donnie clipping something to the back of your ear to help them keep track of you before Leo nudged you towards the emergency room doors.

You remember the nurses fussing over you, asking questions. You gave them the answers Donnie whispered to you over the little comm, too tired and out of it to keep anything straight. You were barely aware of the way people danced around you, the pointed questions, too preoccupied with the burn in your arm and the fog in your head to worry about what anyone else thought.

They tried to get you to talk to a social worker when you doggedly reiterated your story over and over. When you refused, the nurses traded looks, and it bothered you more that they thought you weren’t aware enough to clock the silent messages than their obvious conclusion to your injuries. 

Finally, after hours of dancing around, they confirmed that your arm was broken, but the break was clean and not all the way through, the doctor coming in to set the cast correctly before leaving you to the nurses once more.

They tried to keep you overnight for observation. When you refused that as well, they slapped a prescription in your hands to help with the pain and you were finally free, too far gone to worry about a tail following you out despite Donnie whispering in your ear.

You left by the front door, not really sure but walking on autopilot, unaware you were moving away from your watching protectors. Leo had scooped you up at the first alleyway you’d crossed, gaze curious. You knew he wanted to ask what was wrong, but you didn’t have an answer to give him. Not one that you could articulate, anyway.

The trip back to your apartment was a blur, but you remember distinctly standing in the middle of your living room, aware that someone had been in your space recently. Things had been moved. It wasn’t quite a good feeling, but you were too spaced to do more than blink and watch silently as Leo brushed past you and headed for your bathroom. He returned with a small bag of toiletries, and you hadn’t had the clarity to wonder how he knew what to grab.

“Why?” You’d asked, and maybe you’d tried to get out more words, but your throat was still so tight, the rest of the sentence trailing off into a slurred hum that had Donnie reaching for your arm.

“Raph forgot your toothbrush. “Leo said like it was common sense, tone gentle despite his tilted head, and you blinked again, an errant, floating thought wondering why Raph was even here in the first place.

Without thinking, you had looked around at your little space again. You swayed, silent, until you clocked movement in the corner of your vision and you realized both turtles were watching you worriedly. 

“I want… to stay here.” You slurred out, pressing a hand up to your eye to keep your brain in place.

“You have a concussion.” Donnie interjected softly, practical and no nonsense. His hand slid up your arm to palm the side of your face, to cover your hand. “It’s really not a good idea for you to be alone right now.”

“But…” You tried to tilt your head up to look at him, failing somewhere around his shoulders.

“No buts,” Leo said, and you realized you had trailed off mid-thought. “You’re going to the Lair where we can watch over you. I don’t like how fast you’re deteriorating.”

You didn’t want to- might have even opened your mouth to slur out a weak protest, but Donnie was already hoisting you up, curling his lean arms around your torso and legs to keep you close against him as he followed Leo back out the window.

You had conceded to staying the night in the Lair, let the four turtles take turns making sure you were alright, suffered through the wake up checks before being lulled back to sleep against one of them while the tv played softly in the background, low enough that the sound garbled everything around you. 

You weren’t exactly sure who was who, but you knew you woke up to each of them at least one, vibrant eyes staring into your own and fingers smoothing over the angles of your cheekbones, too close and too personal. You weren’t sure if it was your skin or theirs that felt feverish. Weren’t sure if it was your dreams or them that kept you jolting awake, crying and sweaty, but you were always aware of how strong their hands held you, how alien the rumble in their chests sounded, and the inky darkness always pressing at the edge of your vision.

In the morning you had bullied Mikey into taking you home, claiming the need of showering in your own space. He had conceded after you had threatened walking,  sweet face falling into sadness when he had waffled and you had started outright bawling at the overwhelmed feeling gripping your chest.

Mikey had dropped you off at your apartment, and you had locked the window, turned off your phone, and bawled in the shower for an hour straight.

That had been two weeks ago. Now, the weather was turning, the first pings of rain occasionally hitting your window, and- and your phone was vibrating on the couch seat next to you.

“Please.” You whispered into your hands, before unfurling and letting your head rest against the couch cushions to stare at the ceiling. “Please, stop checking in on me.”

The phone stopped buzzing as if it heard your plea, and you had a moment of blissful numbness, your eyes sliding to half mast as you stared at the opposite wall.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you, why your thoughts moved so slow, so tepid. You didn’t understand why you were avoiding the turtles, your friends, but somewhere in the back of your mind you were scared and tired of the way your hands shook, of the way you kept looking around for the next thing coming. It had to stop.

All at once, you felt that awful ball of emotion in your chest again. The one that hadn’t fully disappeared since you had broken down in the harsh light of Donnie’s medical room, when the turtles had held your breaking pieces together. The seesaw of emotions teetered violently under your skin.

You needed to be held together. 

Your phone started buzzing again, and this time your palm landed down on it with an audible smack, hand curling around to answer before you could think about the consequences.

“Mikey?” You rasped into the speaker, not quite sure what exactly you were asking but hoping he’d have an answer.

“Um… no. It’s me.” Came Leo’s apologetic tone, and you winced hard, but before you could apologize he was barreling onwards, “I can- I can get Mike for you-”

“Leo.” You wanted to shout his name, but it came out quiet. He stopped though, mid sentence, silent as he waited. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally choked out. “I saw Mikey’s message, thought it was him calling.”

“Ah.” Leo breathed into the phone, and your lips almost twitched, the sound familiar despite all the times you’d tried to teach him how to angle his phone so the air wouldn’t whistle. “That’s… why I’m calling, actually? We thought maybe you hadn’t seen it.”

“I saw.” You were quiet for another minute, your mouth opening and closing several times, trying to get the words you wanted to come out but they stayed lodged in the back of your throat, tasting more awful with every passing second.

Leo was patiently quiet through it all, though you know he must have heard you lick your lips and your breath stutter each time you tried to start. Finally though, just as you were on the brink of whining at whatever it was you were failing to articulate, he spoke, his words a low rumble that rubbed against your ears.

“I wish you were here.” He said, and it unfurled something tight in your chest. “We miss you.”

And just like that, whatever was in your throat came out like a sob, and you pressed your arm across your eyes and leaned forward, emotion running from your throat to your chest in a heady rush until you couldn’t tell if it was elation or a sharp stab.

“I miss you guys too.” You got it out, somehow, too raw to know if you were telling the truth, but it was ripped out of you. 

Leo made that low noise that you had only heard a handful of times before, where he was concerned but stuck, and the sound had you hiccuping at the knowledge that with this he couldn’t just pick you up and run from the danger.

“Can… can you come get me?” You started, stopped, powered through, and he answered too quickly, like he had been waiting for those words to leave your mouth.

“Raph’s on his way.” His tongue clicked, voice disappearing for a moment in what you assumed was his head pulling away to check on something. “Should- he should be there any minute.”

There was the heady rush of elation, the swoop at the top of the roller coaster you were waiting on. It felt a lot like falling though. You dug your nails deeply into your leg to stay focused.

“Stay on the phone?” With me, but it felt a little too much like an admission to breathe it out, but he didn’t hesitate in his answer.

“Of course.” 

You breathed out low, letting the soft sounds from his side of the phone lull you back into a sort of calm numbness. You weren’t sure if a minute passed, or ten, but all too soon there was a tap at your window and you startled. 

Leo must have heard the way your breath hitched. “Raph?”

“Y-yeah,” you pressed your palm into you eye, trying to steady yourself. “Guess… I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, yeah. You will.” He promised, stubborn enough to make you be the one to hang up. 

You don’ think Leo warned his brother, because when you drew back the curtain to unlock the window, you could feel Raph burning a stare into the side of your head despite the way you kept your eyes stubbornly on the tricky task of unlocking the latch one handed.

He took over the job as soon as you lifted it enough for him to wedge his fingers under the pane. The window rattled a bit when he shoved it upwards with a grunt, and you flinched at the sound, before cutting off all movement at the feel of a heavy hand settling on the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?” He asked, thumb moving across skin made sensitive from you scrubbing at it. “Who- whose ass am I-”

“It’s nothing.” You whispered up at him, ducking away from his hand before chasing it with your own on instinct. You shivered at the way his hand swallowed yours whole and had grip left over for your wrist. “Just… feeling a bit-”

He pulled you closer, and you heard the sound you had gotten acquainted with the night they had watched over you, that rumble deep under his plastron that lingered at the edge of your auditory range. “Are you ok?”

No. “Yes.” Your eyes burned at the outright lie, and he leveled a shoulder against the edge of your window, raised his other hand to slide a knuckle under your chin. “Not… really.” 

You whispered the confession with eyes fixed just over his shoulder, and he tilted his head until all you could see was the color of his bandana. “Talked to… Leo, about it… a bit. Just- well.” You brought up your free hand to press at your forehead, and the hand under your chin slid away. “Not really sure what’s… going on. Sorry.”

“You don’t gotta be sorry.” Raph assured you, tugging your other hand down when you started scrubbing at your face again, grip gentle on your cast. “As long as no one needs a lesson on not messin’ with ya.”

You shivered at the reminder, and the feeling of his hands swallowing yours became just a little to visceral for a moment. When you tried to tug out of his grip, he let you, though his rough sigh showed his frustration at the action. 

You turned your head to the side to avoid the feeling that sound pulled up. “Can we… just go to the Lair?”

“Gotta say somethin’, first.” Raph argued, and you sighed roughly, but nodded for him to continue.

The ledge under the window creaked as he leaned through it, and you felt his fingers whisper over the nape of your neck before he cupped it, finger nudging the far side of your jaw to convince you to look at him.

You did, slowly, hand coming to absently rub at the thin skin above your cast where it suddenly itched. 

“The last thing I ever wanna do,” He spoke lowly, holding your gaze, “is hurt you, sweetheart. I need you to know that, ok?”

You stared into his green flecked eyes, the color starting to swim as you felt tears well up. You blinked hard, nodding when he made a questioning rumble, and didn’t stutter at the feel of his thumb wiping across your face.

“Good. S’long as you know that.” He blew out a breath. When you reopened your eyes, and gave you a small crooked smile that looked like a shadow of the one he normally threw your way. “You ready to get going?”

You nodded, voice still locked in your tight throat, and took his offered hand to help clamber over the sill, straddling the worn wood before he leveled his weight backwards and you had enough room to sling your good arm over his shoulders.

The rain was soft pricks of cold across the back of your neck, Raph’s shell icy where your arm was pressed against it. You had a moment to wonder if you should climb back inside for a coat, but Raph’s next words drowned out the thought.

“Hold on tight with that arm.” He warned, his own arm slotting under your thighs, hand curling around one knee while the other squeezed just under his shell. “Taking the fast route through the tunnels, so might be best to close your eyes, princess.”

You nodded into his neck, breathing out slow when he abruptly let go of the ledge and you both free fell through the fog.

Leo was the first one you saw when you and Raph entered the Lair through the turnstiles, arms crossed and swaying back and forth, eyes trained on the floor as he listened to Donnie speak. The purple turtle was leaning against the table, long legs crossed in front of him, gesturing with his hands as he made some point to the leader in blue.

“-perfectly normal to come away from that with trauma, we should have been on the look out for it.” 

Leo made some low sound at that, shaking his head in denial. “You know for a fact this wasn’t suppose to happen, whether or not we were on the look out for-” He broke off when he caught sight of the two of you, straightening and going still, and the change in his stance was enough to have Donnie turning around to squint as well.

“Mother hens say ‘what’.” Raph groused, large hand only tightening around the bend of your knee when you tried to slide out of his grip. The added height meant you didn’t have to crane up to meet the other two’s gaze, and after a moment you leaned back against Raph’s covered shoulder, let his shoulder pad bite into the slope of your head as Leo moved to stand in front of the red turtle.

“Hey.” He said, gaze flicking to your arm before settling on your face. You could see Donnie’s lips compress out of the corner of your eye, feel the tendons in Raph’s neck flex as he no doubt rolled his eyes.

You gave Leo a tight lipped smile, knew from the way both his and Donnie’s eyes jumped around your face that it was still rubbed raw from crying and scratching at it. “I was told there would be old movies and noodles?”

Leo blew out a breath at your words, his shoulders sagging, but Donnie stepped forward, hands careful as he gestured towards your cast and ran his thumbs along your limb when you held it outwards.

“Any new pain?” He asked, and when you shook your head no he seemed pleased, one hand sliding to cup along the back of your shoulder. “Well that’s good. I’ve projected that you should only have six more weeks in the cast, but I’d still like to take a proper look sometime tonight.”

The thought of going back into the sterile medical room had you swallowing heavily, pulse jumping as nausea rose up to press at your throat. “I don’t- I don’t think-”

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” Raph said from behind you, and your head dipped, pulling your arms back in to hold them tight against your sides. “Don doesn’t have’ta poke-”

You didn’t really hear what he was saying, mouth moving on autopilot, a small voice prompting you to explain instead of keeping everything wrong wedged up under your ribs. When you interrupted him, Raph’s jaw all but snapped shut. 

“-I don’t… want to go in that room again.” You said, more to the hand still locked around your knee than anyone else.

Donnie’s thumb rubbed a soothing stroke across your shoulder, and you made yourself relax into the motion, finding it comfortable when the digit repeated the trek. “Alright, that’s perfectly fine.” He bobbed his head, glasses catching on the light. “As long as there’s nothing new, it should be fine.”

You nodded to show you understood, and Leo spoke up again. “Mikey’s still getting the food, but would you mind waiting on the couch while we do some last minute cleaning?” 

You shook your head no, not missing the way glances were traded over your tendency to remain non-verbal. 

“Ok, then. I’ll start one of those movies to keep you company until we’re done.” Leo murmured, then led the way into the living room area, bending to shuffle an old tape out of its cover and into the player. You were distracted from watching him when Raph finally released your knee and let you slip onto the blanket covered couch. 

“Be right back.” He tapped the top of your head to make sure he had your attention. “Don’t go disappearin, kay?”

“Kay.” You made yourself say, just to break your silence. You were rewarded with a little quirk of his lips, and a searching look from Donnie before the three shuffled out of the room and left you with the tv turned down low.

The movie was about a blind samurai, you thought, the opening scene a little familiar. Leo must have shown it to you before, but the monotone coloring was soothing, the subtitles large, blocky and blurry before you closed your eyes and just listening to the way the voices ebbed and flowed, uncaring that you didn’t have any idea what they were saying.

It wasn’t… as difficult, now that you were here. As long as you didn’t go into the medical room. And it was good to see your friends again. Something tight slowly started to ease in your muscles. The Lair was always a safe space, had always been a place you looked forward to visiting when you were invited. You repeated the mantra as the music from the movie started to swell.

The skin above your cast itched again, and you snuck a finger into the space right at the edge, dragged a nail along the little area. A lull in the movie’s soundtrack, and you hummed, knowing a fight scene was coming up, before faint voices had your eyes cracking open.

You sat up slowly, turning just your head to better catch where the words were coming from. 

That was Donnie’s voice, just out of sight, and a harsh answering whisper that sounded like Raph had you moving on autopilot, feet quiet as you slipped a little rounding the couch. The whispers led you to the edge of Donnie’s half dome of monitors, the voices tucked behind the half closed door that led deeper into the Lab space.

“-get your head out your shell and stop pushing.” It was a patient tone you had heard a couple of times, a patent Leo Lecture, as Mikey called them behind his brother’s back to make you and Donnie snort with laughter.

Raph’s voice was much rougher in answering, “‘M not pushin, Fearless. All I did was tell her I didn’t want to hurt her, that’s it.”

“That’s obviously enough to set her off, Raphael.” Leo's stern words were followed by the sound of a palm shoving a face, and you wondered who shoved who before Donnie’s words cut between the two, and in-between your ribs.

“None of us thought it would turn out like this, but we shouldn’t jump to conclusions until we figure out what the problem is exactly. Obviously,” he lingered on the word, “she’s experiencing some fight or flight response concerning us, but it could be left over from the ‘experience’, not our feelings for-.”

“She doesn’t know anything about that.” Raph cut in. “Or it’s not what’s buggin’ her. Came right to me when I got there.”

Your heart stopped, then thundered over itself to make up the difference, and you swallowed hard enough to feel the pull in the tendons on either side of your throat protest. 

“Whether or not she knows, it’s enough that she’s on edge.” Leo’s voice came out clipped, tight, and you took a little step to the side, fingers finding the edge of Donnie’s desk as you struggled to listen through deep breaths. “We had a plan. It was working.”

“If that fucker hadn’t needed a beatdown, we wouldn’t be back to square one, but it is what-”

A hand, palm cool and callused, skirted up your cast free arm, and you shrieked, jumping backwards, hitting Donnie’s desk and sending half the bobbits strew across the surface clattering into the floor.

You were crying before you even registered it was Mikey, the orange turtle cooing and apologetic as he tightened his grip on you and tried calming you down. “Hey, babes- baby, I’m so sorry, please-”

You were shoving at him, ineffectively, palms scraping across the buckles of his backpack, but the sound of the heavy door you’d been eavesdropping at opening violently had you babbling out your own apologies at the green blobs with splashes of color across their faces crowded around you. Your heart thundered in your chest, color high in your face and nose running like a leaky faucet as they tried again and again to get you to calm down.

When they realized you weren’t calming down, and your breathing was turning into high pitched wheezes as your throat closed up in panic, you found yourself picked up, carried through the Lair. You squawked in panic when you thought they were heading for the medical room before whoever was holding you split to the right and the bathroom door loomed up instead.

It wasn’t until you were plopped down in front of one of the personalized sinks that you realized Leo had apparently lost the battle with his ‘get you someplace safe’ instincts, but his distraction with checking you over allowed you to shove your cast into his beak and duck into one of the widened bathroom stalls, effectively putting a barrier up between you and the four turtles.

You slid the flimsy lock home, and braced your arm across the door, shivering and heaving for breath between sobs. The four turtles were murmuring to themselves, not being quiet at all but the roaring in your ears kept you from making out words. With a stilted heave that whistled through your closed throat, you banged your fist against the door, the action sending vibrations through your muscles and tethering you to the ground.

The outside door shut, and for a moment you thought you were alone, that they had left you to settle. The thought had you pressing your forehead against the inside of your elbow, a stifled sob hitching your shoulders.

“Babes?” Michelangelo asked, and every muscles in your body went taunt once more.

He was quiet, though you could hear the sound of his palm sliding across the closed door, before the heavy sigh of him sitting outside the stall had you peering down, just seeing the bottom of his shell tucked against the tile.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you.” He said plainly, and as if a rope was cut, you breathed shakily into your arm, pressing your open mouth hard against your skin. You sunk down slowly, knowing he could hear you moving, until you crouched just behind him. If not for the door, you’d be splayed against his shell.

“You mean so much to me.” He whispered. “Mean so much to us. I should have thought before I grabbed you like that.”

You leaned your head forward, until the edge of your brow gently pressed against the cold plastic. It took two tries, but you finally pulled your mouth back from your skin, licked your lips, and whispered. “I wasn’t- suppose to find out yet, was I?”

You hoped he wouldn’t try and turn the question on its head, knowing he knew what you were talking about. His hearing was better than yours. Still, he made some low, wounded sound at the way your voice rasped broken and raw over the words.

“It certainly wasn’t how I envisioned it.” He offered with self deprecating humor, and you blinked, thinking the tone didn’t suit him at all. 

“Who- who else?” God, it hurt to talk. Your knee hit the tiled floor as you readjusted, and Mikey’s shell shifted on the other side of the thin barrier between the two of you.

“Um….” He trailed off, but you heard the silent all of us, thinking back to the way they’d held you together the night your arm, and heart, had broken.

“Oh- God.” You choked on the word, coughed and brought your arm back to your mouth to muffle the sound. 

Mikey moved, and for one terrified moment you thought he was going to try breaking the lock, but his steps moved away. Water running in the sink, and then he returned, shoved a glass under the little opening below the door.

You didn’t thank him as he returned to his spot, reaching down slowly and grabbing the chilled glass. 

He waited until he heard you take a few sips, before asking. “How’s your arm? You shoved it into Leo’s face pretty hard.”

“It hurts.” You breathed into the glass, aware you’d been holding the cast tight against your chest.

“I’m gonna go get Donnie.” Mikey’s hand appeared under the door, splayed against the tile as he pushed himself upright.

“Don’t-” You cut off, until his hand turned, brushed against your shoe. “-go.” You swallowed. “Please.”

“I won’t, babes,” he promised, “Just gonna go get Dee, ok?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see, and sat down heavily as you listened to him moving for the bathroom door.

It was… a lot, to take in. Too much to do so right now, with your arm burning and your mind swirling around like a shaken fishbowl. You wanted to bury it, until the realization felt a little more distant. A little more manageable. You couldn’t-

You brutally squashed that train of thought, sitting down heavily with only one arm to balance yourself with. You stretched one foot out first, then the other, sticking your sneakers out from under the partition and leaning forward to place your fevered, sticky cheek against the door again.

You must have spaced out, because the sound of Donnie’s knuckles rapping gently against the plastic had you startling, pulling your feet back against your chest and scooting to the corner.

“Dove?” He called, and you saw the shadow of his hand on the handle. “I’m going to open the door, ok?”

You hummed in acknowledgement, staring at your shoes as he opened the lock from the outside. The door squeaked when he cracked it open, and you looked up finally, meeting his hesitant smile from where he craned around the door.

“There you are. Are you ready to come out, now?”

You weren’t, but you still moved, letting him grip under your bicep and help you find your feet when you wobbled.

“Good, that’s good. Let’s sit on the edge of the tub.” He led you, and you felt more than saw Mikey hovering just out of your space, watching you with concerned eyes. 

When you were finally sitting on the tiled edge of the basin they called a bath, Donnie felt you for a moment, and Mikey returned to sit next to you, just shy of touching.

“Heya, babes. You’re ok.” He gave you a tilted smile, a little watery, and you scrubbed at your cheek at the realization you probably looked like you had indeed been blubbering in a bathroom stall.

“Alrighty, then.” Donnie was back, and you tipped your head towards him without thinking. His hand came up to grip your chin, tightening when you tried to flinch away. “It’s just me, dove, relax just a little bit.”

The cloth he wiped over your face was warm and sudsy, and you closed your eyes on instinct, leaning into his touch as he wiped away the gunk and the tear stains. The soft, repetitive motions had you sighing unconsciously, shoulders slumping in relief when the cloth ran over clean skin. 

Donnie traded the cloth for his thumbs, stooping to peer into your face as his wide digits scrubbed across your cheekbones. “There you go, that’s better, right?”

You nodded, feeling his knuckles hook around the edge of your jaw, before his snout swung to the side and he focused on your cast. “Can I take a look at that, now?”

You bit your lip, nodded again, free hand casting out to find Mikey’s arm and latch onto it when Donnie lowered his goggles and peered at your arm, hands softly probing at the ends of your cast.

Mikey captured your hand, let you squeeze his palm as Donnie worked. After a moment, his thumb came out to slide slowly over the back of your hand, and you looked up, caught on the baby blues that stared back.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Raph stuck his head in. “How’s it goin’ in here?”

“Fine, despite your lack of patience.” Donnie quipped without taking his eyes off his task, and the muscle in your cheek contracted at the heavy eye roll Raph gave his brother before his green eyes focused on you. 

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“…fine.” The word was scratchy, and you cleared your throat before trying again. “How’s… Leo?”

Raph gave you a smirk, “ah, he’ll live, he’s just getting some ice for it. Good shot, though.” 

Donnie made some little noise at your side, pulling your attention back to him. “I don’t think there’s any new damage.” He gave you a soft smile. “Just don’t go shoving your arm into anyone else’s face, kay?”

You sighed, tried to pull your hand from Mikey’s grip, but he wouldn’t allow you to, slotting your fingers between his to maintain the grip. “How bout we go get those noodles before they get cold, babes? I got the spicy ones you like.”

Your stomach rebelled at just the mention of food, but there were sharp eyes on your face, taking notice of every twitch. “I think… maybe just the movie, Angelo.”

Mikey, bless him, looked happy you were just agreeing, tugged you to your feet and almost into Donatello before the taller turtle ducked seamlessly out of your space. 

“Wait, wait-” your head heaved at the quick movements, and Mikey lurched to a stop, that concerned look back. “Just, slow, Mikey. Slow.”

You… weren’t just talking about heading to the living room area, and while it might have gone right over Mikey’s head, you saw the traded looks between the other two turtles, and it made you swallow heavily. No time for that now. The thought got sloshed back to the back of your head when Mikey’s free had touched your shoulder and led you backwards into the main room. 

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Sex Isn't Love | Part 1

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Minors, please DNI

🔞⚠️: mentions of alcohol consumption, references to casual sex

694 words

You lay sprawled on his bed, waiting for him to fetch a washcloth. He didn't know it yet, but this was the last time you planned on seeing Noah in person. It was inevitable that you'd see him online - his face was plastered all over your social media ‘For You’ pages - but if you could avoid being in close proximity to him again, you would.

It had started out as a meaningless fling, after being introduced by a mutual contact following one of his band's shows. The chemistry and sexual tension was palpable from the moment you shook hands. A one-night stand became a weekly arrangement, then the fling soon rolled into a seven month situationship, something you neither wanted or expected. Now the one thing you all but prayed wouldn't happen had happened, and you needed to get out before you got hurt.

It was ridiculous really. A guy like Noah, who was touring the world one week and on the cover of a magazine the next, was only ever going to see a woman like you as a play thing until someone more worthy of his attention came along. If you allowed yourself to fall any further, you'd become delusional in thinking he could feel the same way. What would the ‘rock star’ Noah Sebastian see in a junior account executive at a mediocre events company?

Noah handed you the washcloth, almost absentmindedly.

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to order takeout or something?” he asked, not looking up from his phone screen.

“Actually, Noah, I'm gonna go,” you informed him as you freshened yourself up.

Noah said nothing as you got up and began to get dressed. He still hadn't looked up from his phone which only confirmed you were making the right decision.

“You sure? This new Greek place downtown looks good. They have gyros - that's one of your favourites, right?”

You swallowed hard, hating that he actually bothered to remember something about you. It made you second-guess your thoughts on the last several months.

Eventually you were able to choke out, “I'm sure. Look, I think we should call it a day on whatever this is.”

“What do you mean?” Noah responded, finally looking up from his phone.

“Don't play dumb, Noah. It's run its course. Plus, I’m ready to be in a relationship again, and not just be someone's hook-up when they have nothing else to do.”

Noah looked taken aback… and heartbroken. You assumed it was because he wasn't used to being rejected. You concentrated on gathering your belongings and getting out of there rather than his reaction.

You made your way to the bedroom door but Noah blocked you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Noah -”

“If you want to leave, I'll respect that, but you need to understand that you've never been just a hook-up to me.”

“Noah, don't -”

“I care about you. I really do.”

“Goodbye, Noah,” you said, pushing past him and doing everything in your power to not break out into a run as you left his house.

You threw yourself into work to distract yourself from all thoughts of Noah. You'd even driven to and from work without the radio on for the last few days after a station started playing a Bad Omens song. You weren't going to allow yourself to be held back by a situationship any longer.

As you made your way to your car at the end of the day, you started redownloading the dating apps you hadn't even considered looking at for months. Your plan for the evening was to make dinner, then pour a large glass of wine and update your profiles. It was official, you were back on the market you never should have taken yourself off.

The traffic was lighter than usual on the way home, and you managed to park in your favourite spot in the apartment building's parking lot. You smiled at the serendipity of it all as you slumped up the steps to your studio apartment.

Suddenly, you were stopped dead in your tracks when you rounded the corner and saw the 6’3”, tattooed figure of Noah Sebastian leaning against your front door.

Part 2

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[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 10

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

It has officially been a year we have been together and engaged for two months. And It’s been absolutely amazing. Travis and I have been talking and trying to jot down ideas for the wedding and trying to get a head start so It can be easier for us later on.

Everytime we sit down and scroll and try to find ideas it has been nothing but overwhelming, there is a lot that goes into a wedding. Everytime we look at places or themes all I want to do is elope somewhere with our family but I highly doubt Travis would be down for that. Since I was a teenager I always thought a big wedding was too much,

Too much time

Too much money

When all the other girls would talk about their future weddings it would be all out with the most outrageous stuff but me on the other hand, I loved simplicity, even now that I’m more known everyone expects the big and extravagant event, I mean I’m okay with a small quick ceremony and then a party that is more out there afterwards for everyone but other then that, I crave the normality and the simplicity of it, and If I’m gonna get married once in my life It needs to be exactly how we want.

“Why do you look so focused?” Travis breaks me from my thoughts from where we sit at the dining room table, I look up from where I was staring into space on my phone. I shake my head putting my phone down I sigh “It is a little overwhelming I guess, I don’t know I just think I’m overthinking it.” I tell him. 

Travis nods his head slightly “what are you overthinking?” he questions “literally everything, the venue, the guest list, the food, hell even if we do round tables or not” I snort “who said we have to do any of that?” he tells me, confused “what do you mean?” I asked him “I mean, why do we have to do any of that, who said we can’t get eloped and then have a party afterward” he smiles at me before grabbing his phone heading to the couch “just think about it” he says.

I sit at the counter a little stunned before rushing after him “Wait a second!”. All I hear is him laughing as I jog after him.

Time skip—-

“Are absolutely sure about this?” I asked apprehensive to Travis, In return all I get in response is a smile that takes over his entire face. Travis grabs my face into his hands “I’ve never been more sure about this baby” We smile at each other before Travis turns back to the open laptop resting on his legs, he taps the screen confirming the payment for the marriage license, I turn to him squealing “oh my god! I can’t believe we just did that!” I jump on him plastering his face with small kisses, laughing from excitement.

I pull away “so that means we can do it whenever we want?” I question he nods his head in agreement “Whenever we want baby” I smile in acceptance before smirking “so that even means today?” I ask he turns looking at me shocked “you would marry today?” he asks like that’s even a question.

I nod “of course I would, that’s never up for debate” I tell him, now waiting for a response. He nods his head slowly before belly laughing, grabbing me into a full bear hug and scattering kisses all over my face as I laugh. He let's go, jumping off the bed pulling me with him.

“come on, let’s go, we are getting married today, I gotta call mom, dad and Jason so they know where to meet us” he runs off into the bathroom excitedly to get ready. I laugh before turning to pick up my phone to call mom. 

The call finally connects and my moms voice greets me “so, you’re never gonna believe what’s happening today” I tell her smiling.

Time skip—-

I stare into the mirror at my reflection, I’m wearing a simple white dress from one of the many award shows I’ve gone to. The door opens and I see my mom’s head poke in with a grin “hey, how’re you feeling?” she asks fully entering the room, shutting the door behind her. I give her a shaky sigh in response “I’m so nervous, what if he changes his mind?” I asked her.

Smiling she brings me into a hug “seeing how that man looks at you and seeing how he puts you on such a high pedestal, I have no doubt in my mind that man will never change his mind about marrying you” she tells me, I can see tears starting to cloud her eyes, “Oh mama” I say pulling her tighter into the hug.

We hug for a little longer before she moves out of the embrace and slightly shakes my shoulder “Okay, let’s go, we have my son-in-law waiting probably scared to death” she laughs. I smile before giving myself a once over in the mirror and we head to the door to the ceremony doors.

My mom loops her arm through mine as the doors open and I’m greeted with the small Kelce family on one side and a few of our friends on the other. We start to walk.

I smile at the girls, Kylie and Jason before my attention is brought to the podium.

Travis wears a black suit looking absolutely amazing. I could see the tears forming in his eyes from the doors, causing me to start tearing up as we got closer to him. As I step up onto the podium with Travis’s help, I greet the officiant with a smile. Travis grasps my hands in his warm ones.

The officiant gives a brief smile to the both of us “okay, let’s do this shall we?”. I look over to Travis once more “you sure about this?” I jokingly asks he belly laughs “Oh baby, I’ve never been more ready.” I nod turning to the officiant “let’s do this”.

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[deandoesthingstome]

Hall Pass - Chapter 1

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you. 

Playlist: I will add to Spotify for each chapter.

Word Count: 3.1K 

"You've got to be fu..."

You barely had time to register the deep intonation of the same words you yourself were spouting when you glanced up from your phone screen just before walking smack dab into a 6'1" brick wall.

"...cking kidding me."

Your phone hit the ground with a clatter, though you knew it could sustain the impact. The best thing your as-of-this-minute ex had ever done was insist on the military grade phone case for your clumsy ass.

"I'm so sorry. Are you quite alright?"

"Oh, I absolutely should be the one apologizing," you responded, not even glancing up to check out the person from whom the sensual accent slipped as you knelt to retrieve your device. Had you done so, you would have noticed the shape blocking your way moving in the same general direction and probably wouldn't have bumped your head into his. Possibly.

"Oof! Oh dear..."

"My god, I am so clumsy! Please forgi..." you lost the rest of that apology as you raised your head and found yourself staring directly into the clearest blue eyes you'd know anywhere, the spot of brown, a dead giveaway.

"Cat got your tongue now?" A dazzling smile peeked out from behind a short, salt and pepper beard as firm hands gripped your shoulders to steady you. "May I help you up?"

It was all you could do to nod and soon you were standing once again, phone in hand, staring up at a face you would never in a million years dream might be found outside a Warhammer store in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere. You blinked a couple times, then clasped a free hand against your burning cheek.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. I wasn't looking at all where I was going. Let me just get out of your way and let you get on with your day."

If the slight furrow in his brow didn't cause your mouth to salivate, the tiny lip pucker sure did.

"Well that's just it, isn't it? The reason I was in your way in the first place..."

"Oh, this isn't your fault..." you tried to interrupt.

"...is because this door appears to be locked and there's a hastily hand-written sign stating 'Emergency. Back tomorrow at 10.'"

You glanced to the side to confirm the statement as well as peel your eyes off the man in front of you, for fear he was seeing all the thoughts inside your head. Who were you kidding? He'd clearly already seen them, the way he returned a shy grin as he finished his explanation.

"Oh that sucks. Wonder what happened to Josh?"

"Who's Josh?” he asked, with a deadly raised eyebrow.

"The store owner. He's usually here everyday, late sometimes even. If he's not here, something is definitely out of sorts. Hope he's okay," you worried.

"Do you frequent the store often?"

"Me? Oh, no. I buy honey from Josh's wife and sometimes he keeps a few jars around the store for regulars. I was going to see if I could pick some up."

"So you're not a gamer then?" Was that a tinge of disappointment underneath the curiosity? No, why would there be?

"Um, noooo..." Dammit. You took a quick look around to see who might be with him, possibly about to wrangle him away, but there didn't seem to be anyone worried about an errant fan. "Look, I'm sorry, but aren't you...?"

"Aren't I...?" A cheekier version of his shy grin appeared and you were absolutely done for.

"Oh my god. Please, forgive me. I should get out of your hair."

"It's Henry," he offered a large hand in your direction.

"Henry Cavill," you whispered back, accepting the shake.

"That's so odd," he grinned, hand still clasped in yours as you continued to let him slowly raise and lower your arm, completely amazed it was even happening..

"Hmm? What's odd?"

"We appear to have the same name."

You laughed and offered your real name before ending the shake.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance," he smiled. "Were you that upset about missing out on the honey?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You appeared quite upset just now. It must be really good honey."

"Oh my god, it's the best," you gushed, excited to talk up your friend's business. "She makes a clover variety as well as orange blossom and both are phenomenal. Oh, but no, that's not, no, I hadn't seen the sign at all."

"Well something seemed rather upsetting."

"Oh, my, um boyf.., um," you stuttered, unclear why you were about to unload your personal shit on a Hollywood A-List celebrity.

"It's alright. I didn't mean to pry."

"Well, what are you doing all the way out here anyway? Surely, there's another location closer to the city. I mean, you were here for the convention, right?"

"Yes, well. You're not the only clumsy one. I blame these fat fingers," he waved a hand in front of your face and it was all you could do not to drool. "I ordered a special model online, thinking I could work on it during a brief hiatus, and thought I'd arranged to have it shipped to a store near my rental, but apparently I don't know the geography around here very well, and well, I guess I didn't realize there was more than one location in this area. By the time I noticed I tapped the wrong store on my phone, it was too late to change the order and I figured a drive might be nice."

"Well that's, um, that's really unfortunate. Are you staying in the city?" You checked your watch. "Oof, you're about to hit rush hour traffic. What a nightmare to have to go back in and then do the trip again tomorrow morning."

"Rush hour into the city this time of day?"

"It's rush hour in every direction back that way this time of day. Plus two lane roads most of the way. Dreadful. And you didn’t even get what you came for. Sorry!"

"Well, where are you headed this time of day?" Why was he chatting with you like an old friend? Surely, he had better things to get to.

"Oh, well, we're," nope, not 'we' anymore. "Um, I'm house sitting at another friend's farm for a few weeks. A nice little staycation while I celebrate my birthday and anniver...um, birthday."

"Oh, it's your birthday?"

"Week after next."

"Well happy early birthday."

"Thanks!" You couldn't possibly smile any wider and your cheeks were about to start hurting. Definitely not the feelings you thought you would be experiencing as you read the text messages from your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, you reminded yourself.

"Alright, well, I guess I should probably hit the road and get the rush hour over with."

You stared a little too long, wheels turning in your head. No. This is dumb. Don't open your mouth.

"Do you have some place you have to be tonight?" Way to go.

"Sorry?"

"Just, um. Okay, this is so awkward and I swear it's not a prank or publicity stunt or anything and I'm not a stalker..."

"Though you are beginning to worry me," he chuckled, with a conspiratorial nod of his head.

"If no one's waiting on you, you could stay the night at the farm with me. There's plenty of room. And that way you don't have to make the trip twice." The words were out of your mouth before you could even consider you might want to clear it with your friend. But who wouldn't want Henry Cavill staying under their roof?

"Oh. That's, um, that's certainly unexpected and not necessary at all."

"It's no trouble, really. I could just make a quick call..."

"Well, if you're sure..."

"One sec." You turned away to phone your friend and, leaving out the part about a text-message breakup, you secured permission to allow Henry Cavill into the house for the night. No arm twisting needed, just promises of a few photos. You were sure he'd oblige, after everything you'd seen and heard about his gentle and considerate way with paparazzi and fans.

"Okay, we're on. Only if you want, of course." Please say yes, please say yes.

"If you're sure?" That eyebrow would definitely be the death of you.

"Positive. Follow me?"

You headed back to your vehicle, loaded with packages of food and alcohol for the next two weeks. When you pulled out of your spot, you saw Henry in what must be a luxury SUV rental fall in behind you and you led him 30 minutes down the winding back country roads to Grouse Ridge Farm.

"I hope the gravel didn't do any damage," you called to him as you exited your very not luxury SUV "I tried to keep the speed low so I didn't kick back any rocks or dust your way."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Can I give you a hand with your belongings?" he nodded toward the cargo hold.

"That's so kind of you, yes. Thank you."

You each grabbed several items from the back and you noticed Henry look off toward the barn as you headed up the wide front stairs of the wraparound porch.

"Are there horses on this farm?"

"Why, yes there are. Do you...oh, of course you ride! Would you like to see them?" You set your bags down to fish the house key out of your pocket and opened the door.

"I'd love to. Shall we put these groceries away first? And are you feeding an army?" Henry's laugh was so pleasing, not derisive or mean at all. Just genuinely cheery. You led him to the kitchen where he began to hand you items from coolers to place in the fridge while you chatted.

"Not that it's a terrible trek to the store, that's actually the other reason I stopped in town on my way out, and there are a few variety stores nearby as well, but when I'm out here, I love to just ... be out here. So I try to plan for most meals with an occasional night out at a local restaurant or two."

"Surely you can't eat all this by yourself though?"

Here we go.

"No, you're right. I wasn't actually meant to be alone here for two weeks. Along with my birthday, tomorrow was supposed to be my one year anniversary with my boyfriend but he bailed." You could feel tears welling. "Like, it's been a little stressful lately, because he's been away for business for a few months and he's promised to get back to visit on weekends when he can but that hasn't worked out so well and this was going to be like a reset for us and then he texted..."

"He did not break up with you in a text message?"

You nodded slowly, embarrassed at how ridiculous the whole thing sounded, but also at the well of tears still building and threatening to break free.

"What a complete and utter twat. Pardon my French."

That particular curse never failed to make you giggle, and so with relief you let out a cautious laugh and wiped the tears away.

"He really is," you replied. You took a beat. The method of ending the relationship notwithstanding, even the few months before he was sent off to a new city to help build a brand for his company hadn't been the greatest. Petty squabbles, missed dinner dates, shifting priorities. You were so grateful you had held your ground and insisted on not moving in together right away. "You know what? Just nevermind it. I mean, if I'm not important enough to plan a few trips home over several months to continue nurturing our new-ish relationship let alone show up for an anniversary vacation, clearly he's not worth crying over."

"There you go! Absolutely right."

"Should we go meet the horses?"

"Love to." 

The bright smile on his face had you weak in the knees again but you somehow managed to lead Henry back outside to the barn, stepping inside the large doors carefully, so you didn't spook the animals.

"They don't spend all their time in here, do they?"

"Oh, no! It's just getting late and dark soon. My friends have a farm hand who comes by in the mornings and evenings to feed and water them, let them out on the property, muck the stalls, wrangle them back in. All the things I'm positively no good at. I can feed the goats," you laughed and nodded to the three animals in an enclosure with a small door leading out to a fenced in paddock.

"Well that's a relief. Do you know their names?"

"Yes! This is Telly," you walked toward a massive brown stallion with a gorgeous black mane. "And next to him is Butterscotch. Her coloring is my favorite. Over here we have Mikka and Sadie, the two Appaloosas. Sadie's pregnant. "

You watched the way Henry cooed and whispered to each horse in turn, taking the time to figure out the exact right spot to pat or rub or scratch at. Was he that meticulous in all his interactions?

“And what kind of dogs do the owners keep?” 

“How did you ...?” you trailed off as you realized he must have noticed the dog beds by the fireplace in the great-room off the kitchen, as well as the water bowls scattered throughout the house and barn. “They have two Great Pyrenees.”

“Oh, big floofers then. Excellent!” Did he just say floofers? Could this man get any more adorable? 

“Yes,” you laughed. “Um, Leo and Gabs.”

“And where are those two?”

“Oh, well my friends take them along on trips. I wish they’d leave them. I love their couch cuddles. Don’t care how many lint rollers I have to go through.”

“Ha, yes,” Henry laughed. “Lint rollers, a dog owner’s best friend.”

Oh shit.

“Henry? Is Kal with you on this trip? I mean, he’s not suffering alone in a strange hotel room right now is he?” You were close to mortified. Had you forced Henry to abandon Kal? 

“In the hotel room, yes. Alone? Decidedly not,” he chuckled. “I rang my assistant on the way out here to let her know she’d need to extend her baby-sitting for the night. Kal’s in good hands. Probably scamming for extra dinner as we speak.”

“Oh, good! Speaking of dinner, are you hungry?”

“I could eat, yes.”

“Good. I have something for that.” Henry cocked his head to the side with an eyebrow raise and you paused for a moment, shocked at how easily the double-entendre slipped out. “I just mean, well, you know, the army stores and ...”

Henry laughed and saved you from further embarrassment. “Yes, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“Okay, well I have sandwich fixings, a few soups, stuff for stew, plenty of pasta options, and oooh, I make a killer bolognese if I do say so myself,” you listed off as you headed back into the house.

“Oh, I don’t want you to go to any trouble. Sandwiches would be fine.”

“It’s literally no trouble. I prepped the sauce this week. Just need to reheat it and toast up some gnocchi. The hardest part for me would probably be opening the wine. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m terribly clumsy and all the bottles I brought are corked instead of screw tops. Jeremy bought them all before he left for work. Would you mind?”

You nodded to the stash of bottles on the counter and Henry set about picking out a pairing for the dinner. “Did he imagine you’d never want a glass without him?”

“Like you said, total twat. Oh, and I don’t mean to keep putting you to work, but it’s going to start getting cold in here now that the sun’s down. I can turn up the thermostat a bit, but how are you at building fires?”

“I’m excellent at it.” He was already turning toward the great room after pouring two glasses of red. You wondered about the title of this Hallmark Holiday movie you suddenly found yourself in.

By the time the fire was roaring, you had plates served up at the long farmhouse table. Henry sat and the two of you chatted throughout the meal, beginning with his amazement at how you were not lying about the sauce.

“Right??? I simply won’t be modest about it. It’s like the one good thing I can do.”

“Oh I highly doubt that. The skill it takes to coax this flavor? You must be able to translate that into other dishes?”

“Well, I try.” There, a return to modesty.

After dinner, Henry suggested drinks by the fire and you were happy to join him, settling into the overstuffed easy chair, lest he feel you were crowding him on the couch. But this way you could stare naturally into his mesmerizing eyes while he spoke a language you didn’t understand about a topic you could tell meant the world to him. You’d asked about the model he was to pick up tomorrow and that opened a floodgate, as if he’d been dying to chat about his hobby for ages.

“I’m sorry, I must be boring you.”

“Not at all! I mean, I don’t know anything about the game, but I love hearing people talk about their passions. It’s enlightening, getting to know what makes people tick, what makes them happy.” You tried to stifle a yawn. “That’s not a commentary!” you laughed.

“Yeah it’s definitely getting late,” Henry glanced at his watch for the first time the entire evening. Other than a quick glance at his phone at dinner to answer a text from his assistant, his attention had been entirely on you and the evening.

“Okay, well let me get you settled in a guest room.”

There were three rooms in the house with private baths, while the rest shared various full and half baths up and downstairs. You felt weird putting him in your friend’s room or the room with two twins, so the king guest room that you normally stayed in would be his for the night. Don’t think about wrapping yourself in the sheets later.

“This is you. Bathroom is through the far door and there are usually extra toiletries stocked under the sink so help yourself. Oh, gosh! Do you want me to grab a pair of pj bottoms or something for you?”

Henry pursed his lips and with a mischievous look stated, “Hmmm, not necessary.”

It took you a moment to catch his drift and your eyes widened as you turned with a squeak of surprise. “Oh! Right, okay.. Well, I’m just down the hall if you need anything. Goodnight, Henry.”

“Goodnight Henry,” he winked when you turned back confused, then waited as you entered your room laughing. 

You closed the door and took a deep breath then exhaled as you began imagining him naked in your bed. You grabbed your toiletry bag and prepared for bed trying not to think anymore about it. Sleep was going to come hard tonight.

Chapter 2

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[greazyfloz]

i'm pretty sure we all need a part 2 for mark

What Was Said - Part 2

Angst w/ Mark Estapa

Part 1

Last night was definitely not something I expected to happen. My roommates got home about an hour after Mark left so they have no idea what had happened, but from what Mark told me I’m guessing they know he was here. I made my way out to the kitchen and sat at the table across from Cami, while Kylie was at the stove cooking. 

“So, you guys saw Mark last night?” I say looking at Cami

“Yeah” she replied

“He wouldn’t stop asking about you” Kylie says from across the kitchen

“Yeah he told me”

“Wait, he came over?” Cami says and Kylie pushes her pan away from the hot stove, and turning it off quickly before turning around to fully engage in the conversation

“Yeah, he said you guys ‘sold me out’”

“What is that even supposed to mean ‘sold you out’? He was so drunk we didn’t think he would walk over here” Kylie says 

“All we said is that you were home, where else would you be at midnight? Cami confirms

“Anyways, what happened” Kylie says taking a seat

“It was messy. I’ll tell you about it after”

“Bummer!!! I want all the gossip later!” Kylie says standing back up to plate her breakfast. 

My phone buzzes, grabbing everyone's attention, I turn it over and read Ethan’s contact on my phone. 

“It’s not Mark, if that is why you guys are all staring at me” I laugh before unlocking my phone to see the message. The message was Ethan asking me how I was doing, so I quickly replied before turning the screen off and going back up to my room. I sit at my desk and finish some assignments and do some extra studying since I missed all last week. 

As bad as it sounds I don’t know if seeing Mark just as miserable helped build me back up. Of course that is something that breaks my heart to think about but I can seek comfort knowing that he is just as lost without me. I still love him, but I tell myself that maybe this is the first step of moving on. 

The school week went by and a drunk Mark had not made his way to my doorstep, until Friday night.  It was around 6pm and I was just cleaning the dishes as the girls were heading out to the Quarterfinals at Yost. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Kylie asks as they put their coats on. I look at them to answer 

“I’m- I can’t” I say before turning back around facing the sink.

“Okay, well win or lose tonight you are coming tomorrow” Kylie says as they both wave goodbye and open the front door. I did not hear the door shut behind them, instead I heard Kylie speak again, “Shouldn’t you be at Yost?”.

“No” I hear Mark reply followed by his heavy feet stomping up the porch stairs, “She home?” he slurs his words again. The door shuts and I make my way closer to the door so I can hear the conversation. I make my way closer to the door 

“No, she left already” Cami butts in

“Mark, shouldn’t you be getting ready to play?” Kylie says 

“Fucker scratched me” Mark says taking a seat on the stairs as both the girls didn’t know what to say, “I’ll wait here for her”

“No, don’t do that. You still need to be at the arena right?” Cami says and can’t hear what Kylie whispers to her. 

I listened to enough, I went back over to the kitchen to grab my phone and try to text Ethan, he answers back almost immediately:

Y/N: Mark is drunk

Y/N: On my front porch

Y/N: Just got here like 5 minutes ago

Eddy 🐴: Trus is on his way

I hear my front door open again followed by, “I’ll get you some water while you wait, since you insist on staying here” then the door shut again. Kylie makes her way into the kitchen, “Mark is-”

“I know”

“Umm hey guys” Kylie and I both turn to see Cami, “He passed out”

“Fuck” I say pulling my phone out and finding Truss’ number. I rings a few times before he answers

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you coming alone?” I ask him

“No, Phil is here too. We are just pulling in” he says and I can hear Phil in the background of the call saying ‘holy shit’.

“Okay, I’ll come out” I say, hanging up the phone.

I make my way to the front door, I open it to see the two guys shaking Mark’s shoulder. Truss and Phil look up

“Ethan didn’t say he was this out of it” Truss says as Phil pushes Mark up so he is sitting up right.

“Bro, what the fuck” Phil says standing back up and Mark mumbles in return. 

“Put him on my couch, he doesn’t look like he is going anywhere right now” I say reaching behind Mark to pull him up and Phil helps. 

“Here hang him off this shoulder” Truss says, positioning Mark on his good shoulder as Phil moves under the other one. They entered the house and dropped him on the couch. I followed them into the house watching Mark stumble until he dropped. The boys turned and looked at me.

“We will send some non-injured guys over after to remove him” Truss says, and I look over at Mark before looking back at Truss

“He can stay” I say and they furrow their brows in confusion

“Okay, well we really need to get back” Phil says 

“Wait” I say and they both look back, “Why was he scratched tonight?”

“That’s why” Phil says pointing at Mark passed out on the couch, “He tried to practice like that yesterday”

“He was scratched for the weekend” Truss adds

“Oh” I say, feeling awful, “Well thank you guys!” I thank them as they leave. The girls leave shortly after. As soon as I am alone, I can’t help but cry. I start to blame myself for not listening to Mark last weekend. Or not going over to talk to him. Or bare minimum unblocking his number.

I sit and watch Mark sleep on the couch. After a while I get up to get Advil and a glass of water ready for him and put it on the table before walking up the stairs to get ready for bed. My phone starts to ring around 10, so I answer seeing it is Ethan.

“Hey, you win?” I say

“Yeah, he still there?”

“Yeah, he is on the couch”

“Okay, I’ll come in a bit”

“It’s fine. Come get him in the morning”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I should talk to him before he gets kicked off the team”

“Good idea” Ethan says, “Okay, well then text me in the morning and I’ll come”. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. I head to bed and turn off my light. 

I wake up and head downstairs to see an empty couch. I see Mark’s phone is still here as I hear the downstairs toilet flush and a messy haired Mark exit back into the room.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go” he says, coming back over and grabbing his phone.

“Mark sit” I say and he turns to look at me almost as if he was seeing if I was serious, “please”. Mark sits on the couch across from me. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I say, and a tear is already threatening to fall

“Because I fucked up” he says looking down at his feet then pushing his hand through his hair  before looking back up at me, “I wanted to give you space, but I should have fought for you” he says as a tear slides down my face. The tone in his voice is evidence enough that he was beating himself up.

“I’m not going to sit here and judge you and tell you everything you did wrong-”

“Well you should” Mark says as a tear rolls down his face, “What I said to you was awful, and not only that but not true. The past two weeks without you are proof of that because my life has been hell”. This is the first time I’ve seen Mark cry in front of me.

“You hurt me M-mark, but I can’t see you ruin your life l-like this” I say

“Why? I thought you’d enjoy this, I would if I were you”

“Because I still love you” I reach out grabbing his hand and he looks deeper into my eyes, “Just don’t break my heart again”

“Never” he says leaning in hugging me. I hug him back he he muffles into my shoulder, “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

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[hwaightme]

Your fan, Wooyoung (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan masterlist)

🍰 pairing: wooyoung x baker!/cafeowner!reader 🍰 genre: romance, fluff, social media vibes, very soft 🍰 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if wooyoung was stanning you 🍰 wordcount: 4.6k (popped off on this one I guess) 🍰 warnings/tags: language, social media couple, protective father, paparazzi trying hard, hongjoong and seonghwa parents, mentions of food/eating, ateez members teasing woo until the end of time, wooyoung being LOUD, established relationship 🍰 a/n: Hello there wonderful people <3 here is pt.2 of Your Fan, Wooyoung!!! Hope you enjoy, big hugs and all reblogs, asks and likes appreciated <3 (p.s. can you guess who is next? hint is: fashion ;))

When Wooyoung woke up, both Hongjoong and Seonghwa were standing in the room, looking like they were about to whoop him into next week.

Suddenly he was wishing that it was his actual parents and not his hyung-parents.

He contemplated just falling back asleep stressfully.

Mainly so that if they did exterminate him he wouldn't have to deal with all that with his brain on, but neither were having it.

"Jung Wooyoung."

"Ooh, government name. What's happening this fine morn?" He put his hands behind his head, pressing himself into his pillow to the point where it could nearly absorb him. If only this was Portal 2.

"Nothing much. If you don't count a certain someone trending on Naver. Would you look at that..." Hongjoong pushed his glasses down slightly to demonstratively peer at the screen of his phone, "you got your first solo win. Want a congratulatory pat on your back?" He hissed, knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone tighter. A smile still remained on Hongjoong's face, making him appear a smidgen deranged.

"Not when you look like you are about to break it."

"Aren't you even a tiny bit curious as to what this is?" Seonghwa muttered, quietly seething.

"Uhh..."

"To my room. Jung Wooyoung. In one minute or SO HELP ME." Hongjoong commanded, blinking furiously. When Wooyoung did not move, it was as though a bubble of rage had exploded within the captain, as he slammed the wall beside him with his fist and yelled: "MY ROOM. Hwa BRING HIM TO ME." The change in tone as he spoke the other's name was borderline comical, making Wooyoung's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile.

But he knew better than that. Apparently it was shitstorm hour that he had not been made aware of.

This was confirmed when as he walked out and locked eyes with Jongho, the latter took to stabbing a pair of chopsticks into rice and leaving it standing upright.

As he walked past the bathroom, where San was fixing his hair, he received a "boy you are going to get it" to 'cheer him on'. What was going on?

The final nail in the coffin was hammered in when he had already placed a hand on the doorknob to what felt to be his torture chamber for the next unknown period of time. Yeosang, sauntering past him stopped, placed a hand on his shoulder, shook his head once, and stated:

"Rest in peace bro."

Then going on his merry way, leaving Wooyoung to be pushed into the room by Seonghwa, who had been his shadow, or guard, this entire time.

The eldest members really wanted the full effect. Hongjoong was standing, arms crossed, next to the window with the curtains closed. a solitary chair was put in the centre of the room, to which the captain gestured, with an irritated nod.

Seonghwa decided to sit on the bottom bunk, opposite Wooyoung, balancing his elbows on his thighs.

"Right. Now, you might ask why I gathered your remaining brain cells here today-"

"Hyu-"

"HERE TODAY, it is because of a certain thing called the internet, and a certain someone losing all sense of self. Here you go, take a gander."

And a gander he took. As Hongjoong approached him with his phone on, the screen frozen on some article on Naver, Wooyoung's heart began to sink faster than the Titanic.

His intuition finally decided to wake up too, and all gears were set in motion. What was something that he did differently as of late? Visited you. What was something that he did differently when visiting you? Changed up the times, since his members were sick of his shit.

What was something wrong with the time he picked? It was busier.

What happens when there are more people around and you are a celebrity who had their hair dyed to become one third of a traffic light trio?

You are much more likely to get recognised, and thus end up in the news.

And that's the moment Wooyoung knew, he fucked up.

Sure enough, the glaring screen was taunting him with a picture of himself, exiting your cafe at an... interesting hour, suffice to day. Not too bad, only two hours after closing time, but still. A pain. He had to think of excuses, and fast.

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed. Do you have ANY idea how dangerous that could be? What conclusions could people come to? And for goodness' sake, if you don't care about yourself, do you care about your crush?"

"Girlfriend, actually."

"Okay girl- WHAT????" Hongjoong's eyes widened as he froze mid-step, having begun to pace back and forth upon starting his mini-monologue.

"You know what, Woo, that's impressive. Big up." Seonghwa nodded a couple of times in approval and extended his hand for Woo to shake.

Hongjoong interjected by cutting right between them.

"Do you condone this behaviour all of a sudden?"

"What? Better than pining with no purpose, this is a man of action right here."

"Ugh, Hwa, please be on my team at least for a second while I try to rearrange this kid's synapses so he learns what CAUTION IS."

Wooyoung attempted to be serious while listening to Hongjoong's tirade, but it was challenging since in his mind, he had determined that the offense wasn't even an offense and there was no way to really frame him for anything. Done and dusted. It was only a matter of sitting through the Seongjoong dual-scolding manoeuvre.

At some point, he began to zone out, his mind travelling back to the events of yesterday and just how worth it everything was. That sparked the urge for him to retaliate, regardless of what part of the 'reasons why Wooyoung is a menace' topic lineup Hongjoong was on.

"OH AND since we are on this whole thing of 'ah stop we're gonna get in trouble', who the hell kicked me out of the dorms?"

"San."

"Under your supervision, MOM AND DAD." he emphasised, glancing at both members in turn. This, they could not deny. It was funny doing what they did at the time, but definitely was not the best decision in retrospect.

Maybe they had hoped that the younger member would not have the courage and the lack of boundaries. But really, that had been a hope equivalent to assuming that air resistance was negligible all the time. Good in theory, shit in practice.

"Woo, I think you are going to have to hold off on seeing her for a bit."

Seonghwa finally spoke up, when Hongjoong had run out of steam and was nearly mumbling to himself.

"Wouldn't that be even more suspicious, like oooh the guy got caught doing something spicy and now he can't show face~"

"But if you come back there, the likelihood of Y/N coming under fire increases colossally."

"Right now there is a chance for this entire thing to blow over, and as Seonghwa said, we are used to the whole media stalking us thing, and even though Y/N is big on social media, the way the media treats us is still... slightly different. You don't want anyone bad on her case, do you?" Hongjoong's voice was now level, and horrifically calm. This was his most enraged state, and the scariest for Wooyoung.

He could handle screaming and even when someone threw things around in a fit, but not the calm-angry contrast. Anything but that.

"No I do not want that, no. But can't there be another way? She is my girlfriend after all-"

"Boy, you better stop or KQ will send you on a permanent voyage." Seonghwa threatened, hands folded.

"HEY HEY Woosanhwa? Come on, Woosanhwa for life!?" Wooyoung was desperately trying to find an ally in one of the two members carrying out the scolding session.

"NAH NOW IT'S SANHWA, you are the child of Dispatch."

"OUCH? And damn did you just say that in front of Hongjoong? Hongjoong you gonna welcome your cheater home or what?"

"Jung Wooyoung you are going to be the death of me. Can you please just, for a week at least, be on best behaviour? We have so many things scheduled and I really don't want to have another conversation with our manager about this."

Wooyoung had totally forgotten about the staff. Curious as to what the manager had said, he sat a little more forward in his chair, leaning in and craning his neck towards the captain.

"Luckily, he said this wasn't too bad, and since you were in Goyang-si it is easy to spin a story about how it was family quality time or something. Actually we got some people doing that for us already."

"Oh my word a special digital operation?"

"Don't get too excited, the manager does want a one on one with you, to 'discuss things'."

Long story short, Wooyoung was banned from going anywhere near Goyang-si for the next couple of weeks, with him instead being flung into different projects, as if they had been invented to take up all his time and make him forget about you.

But that only backfired. Upon revealing to his manager that you were his girlfriend (he could not stop repeating the fact, since he was proud of himself for having asked you out and to be official) and receiving a formal "I don't give a shit dude just stay in your lane and don't do anything more chaotic than your normal", he turned into a spoiler hazard.

He would call or message you during filming. Call or message during practice. Call or message in the dorms. He would be sending you feedback and comments about your content, watching it like the dedicated and diligent boyfriend he was.

Roasting you if he spotted something funny or out of place.

Purposefully, he dialled up his sickeningly sweet petname talk and language that somehow certain couples can survive using without curling up into a ball of cringe.

Progressively, the names got more and more ridiculous, but the scary bit was that he could REMEMBER what he had called you the last time you talked, so he could add cringey chaos like stacking Jenga.

Thanks to his perseverance and disregard for time and space, you and him talked even more often than before.

So often, that even your father, who was another regular visitor to your cafe, had caught on to something.

Whilst he was sitting at one of the tables in the cafe, sipping the coffee you had made him, he was observing how you were smiling like a fool while texting someone, thumbs dashing across the screen.

Then, your phone rang - Wooyoung wanted to video call. Deciding to answer, since there were no strangers in the store, you accepted, and you began to chat.

He shared with you that once a couple of more shoots were done, he could maybe even take you out on a proper date - somewhere outside of Seoul so you could walk around and really enjoy time together. You were bashful, especially since your own father was listening in on the fun with the classic 'who is this boy and let me have a word so I can show him that he can't mess about' face.

Soon enough, Wooyoung noticed that you were a little less flirtatious than usual, and that your eyes kept on darting off to the side. And he was not the one to let such things slide, so he began to question you until you finally gave in.

"Uh... well... say hi to... my dad? Though you guys already know each other so-"

The way in which Wooyoung switched up made you erupt in laughter as you struggled to hold the phone level and show your father walking up. You swore you heard some of the other ATEEZ members cackling in the background, with San being particularly loud.

Because of course Wooyoung had pestered all the members to officially introduce themselves and chat with you. They had been in awe of how oddly similar you were to Wooyoung in terms of upbeat disposition and ability to brighten a room with some wonderful comedy.

But that at the same time, it was as if a couple of components were switched out. You were disciplined and organised, and Seonghwa auto-approved you when you had equated your general approach to life as measuring out baking instructions. Sure you liked to have fun and experiment, but you had a time and place for that.

Hongjoong had congratulated you on becoming Wooyoung's new mommy, much to the latter's embarrassment. But you only picked up on that and K.O-ed your boyfriend with just the remark: "Kinky? But anything for my baby boy I guess" that sent the group rolling. You felt like you just started an inside joke that Woo would not be able to live down.

As your father walked up to the barista counter and looked into the camera, Wooyoung, at lightning speed, had moved seats to have a neutral background behind him, and was sitting like he was ready for a work ID photo. Stifling a giggle, you tilted the phone so the two men could speak.

"So, Wooyoung, how have you been?"

"Very well, thank you sir."

"Practicing cooking?"

"Yes sir."

"And saving room for dessert I see-" your father glanced over to you, raising an eyebrow. You could see Wooyoung's cheeks starting to go red.

"I am beyond grateful for having the opportunity to try my best and care for your daughter, sir."

"I will make you into meat for jeongol if you do any less."

"Got it, sir. I will try my best-"

"Not try. Do. And I will see you tomorrow." Your father finished off with a signature chef smile - the one you had seen in magazines that had covered his work and interviewed him. The one that screamed 'I am the boss here'. Way to go, trying to scare your poor baby.

"Wait... what's tomorrow?" you asked as your father returned to his seat.

"Uh... we have... filming... together... a master class." he explained slowly, his whole face scrunching up as though he ate a lemon. It felt as though someone kept on playing a laugh track behind him.

The culprits made themselves known soon enough, as a beaming Yunho wrapped one arm around your boyfriend's neck and called out to you.

"Oh yeah that is going to be one hell of a time. You should totally come, Y/N. We are all going to be there in the background."

"Is that even allowed?"

"HONGJOONG!?" Yunho immediately shouted off-call, and followed up with a question. You heard shuffling and some low mumbles. You looked over to your dad, who was also pondering the matter, and suddenly took out his own phone.

Just as you overheard Hongjoong say he was not sure whether it was possible to invite anyone in since technically, you were not an insider by any means, your dad called someone, greeted them, and began to converse about... the filming? You shushed Wooyoung and company, mouthing that there was an important call being made.

"Mhm, yes. Yes, my daughter. Yes... that successful young lady that made Jung Wooyoung a little reckless. Yes... no, we have known each other for a long time, come on. You know I wouldn't suggest anything out of line. Yeah? Okay. Great. Then she'll come. Okay, okay I'll pass that on. See you. Bye."

Well that was one short conversation. You looked at your father, expectant, but not having one sliver of an idea at what exactly he had just managed to pull off.

"Y/N, how quickly can you get a catering order ready?"

"Like a couple hours?"

"Okay good, early start tomorrow, and under that pretense, you are in." he said, purposefully louder so the guys on the call could hear.

With a satisfied grin he listened to their claps and cheers, whilst you contemplated whether your father was a mafia boss in an alternate universe.

This was bound to be one exciting shoot to do. Especially since it would be the first time since the not-really-a-scandal-but-a-scandal-nonetheless had happened, leaving Wooyoung totally work-bound.

And you desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of what a professional set looked like, as before this, the majority of what you were exposed to had been your mini ring light, reflectors and a stand for your phone. A little more than most and functional for you, but still felt amateur.

As instructed, you were up early. Earlier than you had ever managed to before. The adrenaline threw you out of bed as you rushed to 'dream-ity' that was located closer to the company.

After having been cleared to join, you had received a message from staff to arrange for a time when they could arrive to help you with transporting the delicious goods, so time was not your friend.

Moving around the kitchen you were baking fresh goods as though your life depended on it, recalling your time as a line cook, when orders would be coming in by the second and the only thing in your ears was slamming of pots and cursing.

For that part in your culinary journey you were grateful. You had become a lot more resilient and were not phased by this time pressure.

This enabled you to go all out. You did not know if they had ordered from any other place, but you wanted to be the one all staff and ATEEZ remembered. You wanted to show Wooyoung just what you were capable of, and wanted to show your father that you ALWAYS meant business.

Even though you had made up some time ago, that competitive and judgmental edge had never quite gone away. But, that was what gave you your business-savviness and, quite frankly, was the thing that taught you to not give up on anything.

If it were any different, you were confident that you would not be able to match so well with Wooyoung. He was a force of nature that was not subject to change unless he himself wanted to do so. And only because you had the power to absorb some of that energy while simultaneously giving your own in return, you had this unique synergy.

Regardless of distance, or of external circumstance, this exchange stayed strong, and though both of you wanted nothing more than to be able to spend time together and thrived off in person contact, you were not afraid, nor insecure. It was the ideal flow state.

So when you strutted into the large studio and kitchen at the time you had been appointed, together with two staff who had come to help, each of you carrying two large delivery bags each, you made sure you were glowing and every bit the glorious bringer of nourishment who totally had not just dressed up to spend an entire day behind the camera line.

It seemed to have the desired effect, as Wooyoung, who was having some touch ups done, had his jaw drop (which may or may not have earned him a glare from your father and a few chuckles from the other members who had been splayed out on some sofas, but shot up as you and the catering crew greeted each other and got to setting everything up.

As you began to unpack the sweet and savoury, standard and unique, light and heavy items - whatever anyone's heart desired, you heart a few cheers. Food really did bring everyone together.

"Y/N can you live with us please?" Mingi came up to you, eyeing the goods and picking out something that suited his fancy.

"THANK YOU THIS IS GREAT!" San raced across the hall to to go in for the steal, nearly running into Seonghwa, who was admiring the intricacy of the mini-cake assortment you had decided to throw into the mix on a whim. It had been a hit on TikTok, so surely it had to have the same effect here.

The staff also pulled up to the feast in record time, relieved at the much needed break and the delicious accompaniment to it.

Once everyone's attention was either on the food or on their phone that was paired with the food, Wooyoung sauntered up to you, a dopey smile on his face.

"I am so excited to see you I could kiss you right this instant." he whispered, leaning closer to your face. A shiver ran down your spine as you could feel his breath brush against your ear.

"You are cute, and I want to keep it that way and not have you filming with a black eye." You nodded at the man, your father, who was inspecting and rearranging some of the utensils on the set.

"Can't I get some attention~ I missed you!" Wooyoung whined playfully, and pouted at you.

You looked around to make sure that no staff members were paying attention (though the majority definitely knew at this point that you two were an item - no thanks to Wooyoung advertising it, first to the stylist who he had proclaimed to be a matchmaker, then to his manager even though he already knew thanks to the brush with paparazzi, and it kept on going). Once feeling that the coast was clear, you tugged at the sleeve of the dress shirt he was wearing, beckoning him.

Your own voice sultry, captivating, you winked and responded with:

"If you'll be a good boy, you can get all the attention in the world later."

"Y'all are nasty." you heard Hongjoong mutter right behind you. You had not noticed that he crept up to steal a pastry bite.

"You did say I am his mommy now, so I'm just following captain's orders."

"Oh no no Wooyoung you are rubbing off on her with this disrespect."

"Rubbing off you say?"

"I'M GONNA GO RETIRE NOW BYE."

You shared a laugh with Wooyoung. It was good to be back.

Filming continued, and you took great pleasure in seeing your father and Wooyoung interacting and attempting to not set the kitchen on fire. Two times Wooyoung had nearly knocked some glass bowls off the counter, only with your father's professional reflexes saving the day.

You were nearly in tears from trying too hard not to laugh so loud as you watched your father going a little red in the face as he held in every curse word known to man while watching Wooyoung stir fry something. You had to admit, your boyfriend was a LOT better than you had imagined, but your dad was a notorious perfectionist and the contrast between him and Wooyoung was too glorious of an entertainment.

You would be lying if it did not make you dream of what it would be like if Wooyoung were to become part of your family, but you swatted that thought away.

After wrapping up filming and beginning to gather your things, the director decided to approach you, simultaneously calling Wooyoung and some staff over.

"So, first of all I hope being here wasn't too boring for you. Thank you so much for the amazing food and for the company."

"I am glad you enjoyed, and boring? I was crying laughing in the back, this was great! I am beyond honoured for the invitation."

"Well then, how would be invited back sound? This time in front of the camera?"

"Oh?"

"Well both Wooyoung and Mr. L/N had advertised your skill, and Wooyoung had shown me some of your content, and I must say, I would be very interested in working with you! Plus I think your," he looked at your boyfriend and then back at you, "dynamic, will bring good chemistry."

And he was more than right. The episode where you had become a special guest and taught Wooyoung to make that same strawberry shortcake he had revealed was the first think he had seen you bake on social media, had amassed a considerable number of views and likes, with both ATINY and your audience raving at the collaboration.

Some of the fans who had been speculating about Wooyoung's appearance at 'dream-ity' also had their curiosity satisfied, saying that it had been Wooyoung being the classic 'spoiler king' for the collaboration.

As the view count grew and #bakerwoo and #dreamitywoo grew on trending, in a matter of days your cafe chain had become a popular Instagram spot among fans, with the one in Goyang-si being the peak location (for obvious reasons).

In light of not being able to continue your dates in the same style, you and Wooyoung changed tactics, and began to travel, just as you had wanted. For some videos, he had become your camera man, and for some of his social media updates, you had become the photographer.

In some of your videos you had even included snippets of you chatting to an off-screen Wooyoung, which sent ATINY into a frenzy as they had screamed in the comments about the "VERY FAMILIAR LAUGH" and about "WHY ARE THEIR POSTS KINDA SIMILAR THIS IS SUS GUYS"

It was thrilling to visit new places together, see how far you could push it before Dispatch was on your case. Even Hongjoong and Seonghwa had given up on you at that point, sighing harder than your own father and just saying 'young love'.

Together, you decided that if the spotlight was going to be on you, then so be it. Both of you were public figures in your respective fields, and being under constant scrutiny was part of the job. And this approach turned out to work in your favour, as the gradual introduction of one another in posts and content had become golden nuggets of wholesomeness for fans to search for and find.

The casual treatment of your relationship, looking at it not as something monumental but something natural, intrinsic, had turned what could have been a scandal on its head, making it a celebration and something to support.

Both you and Wooyoung had met thanks to social media, and had managed to use it for support and as a buffer zone for when FINALLY, one lonely paparazzi had caught you two out on a date, thinking he would be getting the juiciest content.

He was in for a shock when both of you turned to face him, at the same time, and pose like it was a red carpet event. When the photos were published, you two were sitting in the ATEEZ dorms, having a blast looking through the meme reactions at ATINY calling the journalists 'internet explorer' and quite simply, being happy for you.

Though having taken the path of being more public did come with its challenges, both of you were ready to overcome them, for many anniversaries to come. Whenever life was not too sweet, Wooyoung and you had taken to lightening things up by saying the 'dream-ity' pantries were always within reach. You embraced each other's chaos, and shared it with nothing but pride and adoration.

As Wooyoung sat in your newest addition to the 'dream-ity' chain, which you had yet to open, and was studying you as you rushed about, guiding two construction workers, he recalled how he had found you, had become your fan, and had fallen for you.

TikTok really did work in mysterious ways.

#wooyoung fanfic #kpop writers #kpop writing #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #ateez wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung moodboard #ateez #ateez fluff #kpop fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez x reader #kpop scenarios #choi san #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #song mingi #choi jongho #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #hm/yourfan #hwaightme

[imhereformr]

Waking Up... And the clock reads yesterday for Riven please (:

Guess who's aliiiiiiiiiiive (sort of)

Riven thought sleep would never come, but it did. It was a cruel, fitful sleep that had him tossing and turning all night. After the nightmare day he'd had, restless sleep was the best he could hope for. And really, even restless sleep was better than being awake.  

His alarm went off at 5:30. Riven silenced the phone, dropped it beside his pillow and rolled back over. He could skip his morning workout just this once. His muscles wouldn’t deflate if he missed one day of weights and his legs wouldn’t stop working if he didn’t go for his morning run. What was the point anyways?  

I can’t do this anymore; we’re not working. 

That was what she’d said. Quick and simple, like she was trying to get the words out before they got stuck in her throat. He had nodded, gotten up from the bar and walked away. He didn’t want Musa to see him cry. A year and a half of having his worthless life blessed by her love had come to a crushing halt yesterday, November 12th at 6:37 pm. The walk home had been a numb blur of crossing streets the streets of Gardenia and having people move around him as he rushed home to the safety of his room.  

He had almost fallen back asleep when his alarm blared in his ear. Riven cursed himself for setting a backup alarm for days when he didn’t feel like getting up. He fumbled for the phone and stabbed the silence button, returning the room to its previously dead state.  

Outside of his room he could hear Brandon and Sky joking about something. Brandon’s loud, borderline obnoxious laugh echoed through their far-too-small-for-six-people apartment, grating on Riven’s nerves. He twisted the pillow around until he was almost smothering himself, but their incessant chatter seemed to not care about solid objects because it got no quieter.  

Exasperated and unable to sleep, Riven sat up. Apparently, he would be working out this morning. It was that or lay in bed and ruminate on how he’d fucked up his relationship. He would wait until Brandon and Sky had left, though. By now, Musa had almost certainly told the other girls about the breakup and Stella had inevitably opened her big mouth and told Brandon who had also inevitably opened his somehow bigger mouth and told the other guys. And the last thing he wanted right now was Sky and Brandon’s pity. 

He grabbed his phone, determined to mindlessly scroll through social media to avoid thinking. Though, maybe he would stalk Musa’s page? Or maybe not. That wouldn’t do him any good. But really what more harm could it do? He already felt empty. He couldn’t possibly feel more empty, could he?  

“Hey, Riven, are you coming or not?” Brandon shouted through the door before Riven could even turn on his phone. 

“I’ll, uh, see you guys there” he shouted back, thankful that Brandon didn’t pester him about more than whether he was getting his ass moving. He would break Brandon’s pretty little face if the squire so much as thought to ask how Riven was feeling.  

“K. Cool, see you later.” 

Riven laid back in bed with a sigh and turned on his phone. He nearly dropped it onto his face when he saw the message that had popped up.  

Musa (6:14 am): Hey, are you free tonight? 

He clicked the message instantly then froze when the full chat screen appeared. He didn’t know what to say. Did he just say yes? Did he ask why she wanted to see him? Did she miss him? Did she regret her decision?  

Riven stared at the screen for what felt like hours, reading over her words, trying to decipher the hidden message that wasn’t there, to figure out what was wrong.  

Then it hit him. 

This was the same message she’d sent yesterday morning while he was heading out with Brandon and Sky. And every message that had followed – his confirmation that he was free, her suggesting that they get a drink, his letting her know that he’d be a bit late – was missing. It was like yesterday had never happened.  

He fumbled his way back to his home screen, nearly dropping his phone again in the process. He stared at the picture of him and Musa on their first anniversary – they'd gone to a “romantic” fancy restaurant that Helia had suggested. After they had eaten the, admittedly, delicious food, they stripped into much more casual clothes in the unnervingly fancy bathrooms and gone to a free concert in a park where they’d spent the night making out and barely paying attention to the show. He took the picture near the end of the night – long after the band had finished, and people had left – when they were lying on the grass and joking around, both trying to avoid having to call it a night.  

Back when they were happy... Before he’d gotten scared and started to pull away from her. Before she’d started getting frustrated with him and his unwillingness to open up. Before she’d stopped trying to talk to him.  

Right there, just above Musa’s head, was the second most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He felt hope bloom in his chest. He could turn this around. He could make her change her mind. He could save them. His phone read November 12th, 6:58 am.  

For safe measure he looked up the date and nearly cried tears of joy when he saw that his phone hadn’t glitched.  

And then he called Musa. She answered on the first ring.  

“Riven? Shouldn’t you be under a few hundred pounds right now?” 

“I didn’t go to the gym. Do you have time before work? We could get breakfast.” 

She didn’t. She had to be at work for 8; she had to open the music store that day. He suggested dinner or a show – he could probably find some concert or comedy show. She countered with drinks. Exactly what she’d suggested yesterday right down to the place and time.  

“Yeah, that sounds good” he replied. He was determined not to let her plans to break up with him get him down. He’d take the day to think about what he wanted to say to her and then hopefully not freak out when he got there and lose the ability to speak like he tended to do when emotions came up. He wasn’t giving up that easily. 

He sucked at his job that day. Not that he was ever great; customer service was not his strength. He was particularly bad that day. So many orders were wrong, a few plates got dropped, some poor man got soup on his leg. It was not a good day to be his customer.  

It was a good day to be Riven though – or as good as it ever really got, anyways. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. And because he didn’t trust himself to get the words out, he also wrote it down.  

He got to the restaurant Musa had suggested at 5:45 – no sticking around work today. He sat at the bar and ordered for both of them: two blackberry beers that sounded exactly like something Musa would like.  

Musa got there at 6. She looked tired and stressed. Had she been like that yesterday? He couldn’t remember. Musa had never had a great sleep schedule – she usually got up around 7 after having been up for hours the night before doing something or other: usually writing, but sometimes it was studying or, for a few weeks after her foray into the Golden Kingdom, crying. Despite her not-so-great sleeping habits, she’d had never looked quite this tired.  

“Listen, we need to talk” she started, taking a large sip of the beer. “That’s good...” she mumbled before taking another large gulp. She was nervous. How had he not seen that? It seemed so obvious now that he knew what was coming.  

“I thought you’d like it...” 

He was stalling. The words he wanted were there, they were in his mind all lined up waiting to go, he just needed to get them out. He had practiced this. He had recited the words he wanted to say all day at work – sometimes accidentally saying something meant for Musa to a client – and the entire walk to the restaurant.  

“So... uh...” Musa fidgeted with her sleeves. Now, while she was trying to get the words out, was his chance to tell her everything. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words he wanted died on his tongue.  

Again. 

And again. 

And again.  

And why couldn’t he get the stupid fucking words out? He was growing increasingly irritated with himself and it was starting to show, and Musa would think it had to do with him and then she’d definitely leave and WHY COULDN’T HE JUST GET THE WORDS OUT?!!?!??

“Riven” she sighed, “I ca-” 

He pulled the paper – the one that contained every word he wanted to say to her – and held it out. It was a last resort. He wanted to tell her everything; to show her that he could do this whole boyfriend thing properly. A last resort would have to do. Musa startled a bit. Her questioning eyes lifted from the paper in his hands to his, tears pooling in her blue eyes. God, he really was a jerk. How could he not have noticed that she was on the verge of tears yesterday? 

“Please” he whispered.  

Musa took the paper between trembling hands and unfolded it. He watched, unable to breathe or move or think, as she read. Every shuddering breath he took tore him apart and every soft smile stitched him back together. A tear escaped her eyes and slid down her cheek, dropping onto the page.  

He wanted to reach out: to brush the tear away even if it had already escaped her face; to take her hand; to kiss her forehead; to touch her knee; to tell her he loved her. He just couldn’t. Not until he knew she understood that he would go to the end of the universe for her. That he would always come back to her. That he would kill for her. And die for her. And live for her. Riven had spent his entire life insisting that he would never fall in love and never be one of those idiots that was willing to give up everything for a girl. Then Musa looked at him and smiled at him, and all of it – the stories, the love songs – made sense.  

There were still tears in her eyes when she looked up, but it was different. When she’d come in, she looked dejected. Now, she looked at him with a love so fierce it burned him up in the best possible way. It horrified him to realise that she hadn’t looked at him like that in weeks when a year ago that (and utter rage, but he could pretend that one didn’t happen) was the only way she ever looked at him. 

“I’m sorry” he whispered, stretching his arm to offer her his hand. 

Musa smiled at him. She folded the paper and shoved it into her pocket. “I’m keeping this” she told him as she took his hand and pulled it into her lap.  

“Okay” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. The plan had been to burn the paper so no one would ever know he had feelings, but if Musa wanted to keep it, that was okay too. Anything was okay, as long as she was happy.  

“One more try” she nodded. “We give us one more try.” 

“I’ll do better” he assured her.  

Musa pulled her chair closer to him, all the while never letting go of his hand. “Me too.” 

“Muse, you have noth-” 

“Clearly I do” she scoffed. “Riven, I had no idea you... that you felt this way about me. I was so sure you didn’t care, and I’d gotten so in my head and started convincing myself that you were... I don’t know. Whatever” she shook her head. “Flora told me I should talk to you weeks ago. Clearly, she was right...” 

“The bitch” he deadpanned.  

“For real. Like, fuck her” Musa laughed. When her laughter subsided, she took a deep breath. “I’ll talk to you even if...” she trailed off. 

“Talking about it fucking sucks?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You could just write me a song” he suggested.  

“And you can just write me a letter” she countered with another laugh that made his heart flutter. “But we talk. However we need to.” 

And they did talk. All evening. They talked through four pitchers of beer, a split plate of “mixed starter platter”, a lot of tears – some from him, as much as he loathed to admit it – and one very annoyed bartender that hated that they were the last two people in the place. They got everything out into the open and, much to his surprise, he didn’t care that people could hear them.  

When they finally left, it felt like a weight that he didn’t even realise had existed had been lifted off them; like they were back in that honeymoon phase. Riven walked Musa home and kissed her goodnight when they reached her door. He turned to leave but she pulled him back into her before leading him up to the girls’ second floor apartment.  

They settled into bed. Musa curled herself up into him and Riven buried his face in her hair. He could feel her fingers tracing lazy circles into his back until she fell asleep. And then, he forced himself to stay awake, not wanting to miss a moment with her. When he finally allowed himself to go to bed, sleep came easily.  

#winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #rivusa #muri #set in season 4 #oneshot #prompt

[yellowcry]

Cornplate

I heard about Encanto from one of my friends. Luckily, my local shop just had cheap copies

A crack fic because why not?

I remember it as if it happened yesterday. Probably because it happened yesterday.

I was shopping in our local cheap convenience store, when my eyes spotted something. A CD with Encanto. A Disney Movie my friend didn't stop talking about. I was somehow intrigued as she really praised it. Part of me was surprised. It was 2024, who the hell uses CD disks in that time?

Luckily, my parents hadn't update our PC since before my birth, so it wasn't a problem.

For my huge relief, it was at markdown. How could anyone miss a chance like this?

The first thing that made me feel uncomfortable happened when I unpacked the box at home. Some idiots decided that, apparently, putting two covers was a brilliant idea. They looked exactly the same, only that the second was black and white.... Okay, maybe it FAR from exactly the same. But anyway, it was cheap. There probably would be some defects.

So, as I had beaten up the computer system unit to make it run and inserted a disk, the image immediately floated. CRAP! It's a virus... PC is probably dest—

"Hola," I froze, staring at the screen. Seeing a young man in here. "You had found a true version of the movie. The one that Disney had tried to destroy." Okay, what the heck? "Please, spread this version, the world has to knpw the truth about my wife and descendants."

Okay, why does it sound like I'm in some cheap creepypasta story?

I had leaned back in my chair, opening a pack of snack. Well, I had to do the best comfort, right?

A corn growing in a pot appeared on the screen.

"Open your eyes." An old woman asked, holding a girl. The magic corn of the Madrigal family? What? What are stories are they doing these days...

The visual was showing a young old woman (not really old then) and a man that I had seen in the beginning standing in a burning field. The entire food was destroyed. But then a man dropped dead because why not and one last corn grew bright and created a huge field.

"When my children came of age, the corn had given them magic gifts to serve our fields!" I listened to the explanation, intrigued. I wonder what would a girl's gift be.

Time switched to a years later. Pacing through the routine where a Tía Pepa rains on the crops. Julieta cooks. Dolores listens to the parasites. Camilo shapeshifts to have better physical strength. Isabela grows corn and Luisa plows the land. Such a good strong family! Everyone has a... What do you mean Mirabel doesn't have a gift??

Apparently, her door had dissapeared! Poor girl, but at least her family does really good even so. Mirabel is really sweet! She's such a good prima to Tonito! And she had even make a plush corn for him!

Gladly, Antonio got a gift. I breathed out with relief, knowing that the family was good.

But then... The family took a picture with corn... They took it all and Mirabel hadn't get any! Really sad... I wish her all corn in the world!

WHAT?? THE CORN IS WITHERING?? Oh no! What if they'll be left without any food? But once Mirabel calls everyone, everything looks fine. But it was definitely wrong ten seconds ago?

Honestly, this family just couldn't't catch a break. Abuela confirmed that the corn is indeed in danger. And at the next morning Luisa acted really off.

Oh, I guess being forced to work all day wasn't fun. I thought she was happy being useful, but she is breaking from the weight of a plow on her shoulders. At least we now knew about a vision.

Bruno's room looked awful. So abandoned. You can't grow anything in here. And lots of stairs! Too many for it to be legal! And the vision has Mirabel. Of course, it's always the protagonist in the centre of everything.

Tía Pepa told how her brother ruined her wedding corn but making ber rain too hard. She ended up flooding it. And while Mirabel was bisy with a vision the family did... something. Either preparing for the dinner or crying because her gift and corn are withering.

Mirabel in a empty field. Crap, it so tense! I bit my finger, waiting for the outcome.

The dinner was disastrous. All corn is rotting! Everyone saw Mirabel in a vision. And rats grabbed it taking it into the walls! Whre a strange man lives. Honestly, if I was Mirabel, I would immediately move the hell outta here. I mean, sure, it's her Tío. But why the hell does house have an apartment inside its walls??

No, dude, I understand everything, but how tf did you manage to live in the freaking walls for ten years? Oh, well, I probably should had expected that.

They take another vision where Mirabel hugs Isabela. Honestly, Isa was pretty rude through most of the movie. But that's what siblings are for.

Their talk grows into another musical number where Isabela makes a corn that looks like somebody had injected drugs into it. Pretty normal, I'm seeing it every odd Tuesday.

The moment where Mirabel and Abuela are arguing are literally makes me cry. And the corn is all dead! NO, NO, MIRA, SWEETY, DON'T GO!

At the next morning we get to see Abuela's story. The loss of her husband made her too closed and protective. And feeling like thay have to deserve the food. I had never thought Abuela had suffered so much...

But, together the family can make a new field even without their gift! And, what's even better, the entire village goes to help. They wanted to pay back after all those years of food supply from the Madrigals.

In the end of the day, they are family. And they are in it together. This movie needs to stop being so damn sweet, or I'm gonna flood my floor with tears like I'm Pepa.

The magic returns? But, now, the Madrigals are imperfect! I hope they will get even better!

How could Disney lie about the true version? They so annoying! No, listen, guys, how about we sue them to make a true version of Encanto get the fame it deserves?

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #the madrigals #crack fic

[bibuddie]

hiiieeee first and foremost…I love your blog! I just recently found/followed it and I can tell how invested and passionate you are about 9-1-1 and the fandom 🫶🏽 I just wanted to ask about something you answered in regard to your last ask— where you said “bucktommy isn't the intended end-goal” and that that’s pretty widely accepted within the fandom. which I can also see! I see that a lot of the fans are CONVINCED that this all leads to buddie in the end…

I guess I just wanna know…how are you SO confident that all of this is leading to buddie? I’ve read a few answers to asks on other blogs that briefly touch on this, and more than anything I want to believe it wholeheartedly (trust me!) but I feel like…idk part of me can’t help feeling they’re gonna pull the rug from under us and have it NOT lead to buddie. what has you so confident about this (and how can I be this confident lmao bc I really hate the doubt i’m feeling)?

hello!

first of all, i'm not sure if you're new to watching the show alltogether or just the tumblr fandom, but welcome! we're quite tight knit here but i'm sure you'll have a great time! <333

as to your question: there's a lot of reasons i'm confident that this is leading to buddie; honestly, there's been a lot of evidence over the years which tells us what's happening, and it could be an essay in and of itself. i'll try and summarise a few of the key points of evidence that, in my opinion, tell us where things are going (this will contain spoilers for any new fans of the show!!):

in eddie's very first episode (2x01), we see him for the first time on-screen through buck's pov. here, as we see eddie on screen, the son whatta man plays as eddie pulls his shirt on in slow-motion. to a lot of us, this is indicative of instant attraction/interest on buck's part, and gives us a major clue that something is happening here

in buck, actually (2x08), one of the main calls we see on the episode involves a gay couple, thomas and mitchell. when mitchell is pronounced dead, thomas and buck are sat on the ambulance and having a conversation, which goes as follows:

thomas: we only ever wanted to...to go together. that's love. buck: i'm sorry. i really am. i guess i can only hope to find something that good. thomas: you don't find it, son. you make it.

the idea that you don't find your love story, you have to put in the effort and make it becomes a recurring theme between buck and eddie. they manage to construct their own family unit consisting of themselves and chris over the years. the idea that they are a family already feeds into several different plot-lines over the years, perhaps most notably eddie's issues with ana and their eventual break up:

in episode 1 of season 5, eddie has a panic attack over a shop assistant thinking that ana was chris' mom. later, when he's talking to buck about it, he mentions how they became a ready made family...i'm not sure if i'm ready for that. when buck and eddie have been making their family for years now

eddie's entire breakup with ana was very queer-coded. honestly, watch the scene here, but ryan acted his absolute ass off and the entire thing reeks of eddie being a queer man at his core

honestly, one of the biggest bits of evidence we got in the first place was buck being confirmed as bisexual canonically. this allows us to thoroughly go back through and recontextualise a lot of interactions between buck and eddie over the years. two key scenes are the will scene (4x14 survivors) and the well scene (3x15 eddie begins). both of these scenes show buck and eddie in moments of vulnerability with one another, and show that their connection surpasses the connection which they have with anyone else

side note - i watched eddie begins yesterday, and the entire time eddie is drowning at the end of the episode, his life flashes before his eyes. all of this is chris, but a good chunk of the scenes also have buck in them.

again, there's a lot more i could point to, but these are the main things which stick out to me right now! i hope this answers your question!

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #i-love-tacoss #asks

[luckyqueenreign]

LITG: Double Trouble EP 9 Recap

here we go....

I meannnnn it makes sense ivy is going home. If I were watching this I wouldve hated Ivy too so I guess I get that. I just thought she brought so much drama that fb would want to keep her around!! I chose the option she's done a few shady things...Grace agreed lolol. the little short king Ryan getting all mad about Ivy going home 🤣 him and Lewie on screen together is so funny to me. Ryan looks tiny compared to him.

Amelia sister moment is cute! and finally we should chat later !! I need to know wtf she was gonna say earlier.

Ryan bb leave with her! the islanders all gasp and everyone looks at Ryan. Ivy says MC has a point that if hes so bent out of shape about her leaving then he could leave too. his ass shuts up lol

Why do they always make the villain so nice at the end...theyve done the same thing multiple seasons now. they did the same thing with Juliet, Arlo and Meera. I get it theyre misunderstood and thats why they act out, but nah give me a Lexi exit any day over these heartfelt goodbyes with someone we all disliked for the past three volumes.

obviously needed to see her checklist...best part about it was obviously no guys that say see you later alligator lolol...wait Ryan makes up for not having a beard because of his brains?? since when is Ryan smart lol? I thought this was dick poem guy. also I knew Ivy liked Ryan but this trajectory was stupid.

YES YES YES IVY PULL ME FOR A CHAT!! awww lewie loves us! but why did she say lets not talk about what happened??? never smashed the gem button so quickly!! aww Lew 🥹 hate that im gonna break ur little heart this season! Ivys advice is to hold on to that boy and that she is looking out for us because she likes us 🥹 OHHH we get to get some tea about one of the other boys!!! obviously asking about Ozzy...eeek he regrets coupling with Grace and they havent done bits and barely cuddle because hes guilty about how he feels about MC and that he could see a future with us 🥹 I mean I feel like we already knew that from our chat with Ozzy but we love a double confirmation!

not Amelia saying she's gonna pick up Ivy's slack in the drama dept. Grace and Lewie being suspicious 😩 is he gonna plan a little daybed night for us?? tbh I hate the lonely main bed storyline...just get MC in with someone already . whyyyy is Amelia In such a daze?? is this the zeph confession and guilt eating away at her??

lol when I saw Ryan I thought he was gonna put the moves on us same night Ivy got sent home. wouldve been too much Ry! so im glad they didnt do that but im gonna play the good sister role especially since she backed off lewie...since she said she wants Roberto im gonna say I dont want anything from him to Ryan 😭poor Ryan tho he was just trying to help! I do like this side of him 🥹

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GAGGING!!! not the pitch black room and Lewie jumping in to kiss our sister!!!! DYING. DEAD. DECEASED. SCREAMING. omg omg she was there bc she wanted to chat and something was obviously bothering her...and he was there for his grand gesture...the room was pitch black.... omg omg omg. Obvi next week MC is gonna be like wtf is going on....Lewie will be super apologetic and Amelia will push him away but this is sooo funny to me. touché fb touché!!!

#litg spoilers #litg #litg double trouble #love island the game #love island game #litg s6 #litg mc

[bugsbenefit]

thoughts on the time skip and how it could tie in perfectly with Mike getting targeted early on

with Mike being such a central character to Will’s And El’s character it really seems like he has one of the biggest targets on his back narrative wise during the next season. especially since Mike was the only character to directly and verbally confirm that he will help Will kill Vecna he now isn’t just one of many threats Vecna could possibly face but also directly standing between him and Will, who’s Vecna’s most reoccurring target (this turn of Mike siding himself with Will isn’t even just told to us in the cabin scene but also later reinforced with the ending shot of Mike being the only one to stand directly by Will’s side)

i do really like the possibility of Mike getting targeted or temporarily taken out at the beginning of the season, but then ended up wondering how that would actually play out in the greater narrative. could they really skip forward a year while leaving this open ended for the characters? and well, there are definitely some interesting ways this could tie in with the story currently being set up:

the impending time jump is one of the things that’s been bothering me the most ever since s4 aired. (in one interview the Duffers estimated it after e2, this may have changed in the writing process but seems to be the best guess we can go off of right now) it’s always hard to incorporate time skips During a season without it feeling rushed. you essentially have to re-meet the characters halfway through. because it doesn’t matter if you tell the audience “none of them changed”, relationships will progress, especially if you jump 1+ year(s) forward. and i’ve really been racking my brain about how season 5 could actually pull off a time jump without essentially having to “start over” since that usually kills the drive and action for a bit which is a bad pace for a final season.

and so, usually, the only really good excuse to abandon your characters for an extended period of time while avoiding having two “beginnings” is to ensure that the characters have no chance to drastically evolve off screen. and in my experience there’s only really one way to show that the characters start back up where we left them. and it’s by breaking up the group.

friendships and relationships are halted that way, the audience knows they’re not missing any critical development. often character arcs are also halted this way in ensemble heavy stories since moving characters away from the group often removes the driving factor of character conflict and development.

IT is a very good example of this. (disclaimer: talking about the book, i haven’t seen any of the movies) the book jumps back and forth between the adults and their kid selves (shown in flashbacks) interestingly, the adult and kid characters are still very familiar despite the characters having lived almost 30 years off page. this is because their character arcs only start majorly moving again when their group reunites since they’re all tied to each other. the book is imo one of the best examples of “they all go their separate ways and find back together” since you really never feel like you missed out on something during the time skip

but while splitting up is usually the best approach to time skips, splitting up the ST cast seems very extreme, because how would this feasibly happen? they’re all back in Hawkins at the end of s4. so while having the characters not interact much for a year or two would probably keep the audience the most invested in the characters... how would this happen without feeling like it came out of nowhere?

and. well. it Did surprise me a bit how easy it would be to explain with story beats we were already shown.

watching the show it’s actually interesting how far the group drifts from each other. it’s also a frequent complaint i’ve seen from viewers: we start with a close knit friend group in s1. but s2 already breaks from that idea a bit by having the hospital and non hospital group. Will and Mike are doing their own thing, and even before Will gets possessed Mike actively pushes their friends away who are trying to help. and as the seasons progress and more characters become important they start splitting off. Dustin is usually with the older teens or Erika and rarely with all of the party. El and Mike were established to neglect their friends for a whole summer. and then in s4 this reaches a peak and is finally starting to get addressed. Max ghosts them. Will and Mike barely talk. and the argument that is highlighted between Lucas and Mike IS about the party splitting up and going their own ways. and it doesn't get resolved by the end of the season.

so we’re actually already left with a set up where the integrity of the group dynamic got repeatedly challenged and then finally verbally called out during s4. the idea that this could be built on during s5 isn’t that far off, especially given that the argument between Lucas and Mike is still open ended

interestingly enough. if we’re actually getting a scenario of Vecna targeting Mike pre time jump, Will’s love confession about Mike being the heart of the party could actually be some really cruel foreshadowing.

because what Would happen if Mike was out of the picture for the time skip?  well thankfully Will actually went out of his way to tell us this last season. the group would fall apart.

the line did always feel significant to me. it seems very deliberate narrative wise to have Will not only point out Mike’s importance to their friend group, literally calling him the heart twice, but also mentioning what would happen if Mike wasn’t there.

just throwing ideas out there but this could play out as them genuinely growing further apart without having Mike act as their heart /glue in this case. or them growing more focused on their individual goals without Mike acting as a unifying factor since he’s always been the unofficial leader of the group, their DM. this could have El and Lucas stuck trying to find Max, possibly with different approaches too thanks to their different abilities (we’ve seen Lucas read to her, El was trying to find her in the Void etc). we were already shown that Dustin would stick to the town and school, the Duffers confirming he would be dealing with grief over Eddie also fits that picture. and all this would leave Will on his own, most definitely clinging onto the hope that Mike is still alive which would give us the perfect parallel to s1 like we were told we would get. however, this time it wouldn’t be Will who’s missing

#this wasn't supposed to be this long originally but after i started writing it really hit me how plausible a group split would actually be #even just based on the events we've already seen on screen #the fact that this would also perfectly tie into the possibility of Mike being out of the picture for a while is just a + #Stranger things theory #mike wheeler #mike gets vecna'd #mike hostage theory #will byers #byler

[sapphire-weapon]

When the RE4Remake cast did that livestream together after the game launched, Wesker's actor mentioned how the only other actor he did mo-cap and shared a scene with was Ada's. I assume this means they have a physical meeting as they wouldn't need them together to do the radio calls. People thought he'll meet her to give her the mission at the start but I don't think he'd be willing to meet until she was meant to hand the sample over. Which obviously didn't happen so post-game scene seems likely

I am being completely, utterly, 100%, without a doubt normal about the information you've just given me.

It is taking every fiber of my being to not go on a huge "I KNEW IT THEY'RE DOIN IT THEY DID IT IT'S A NEW FUCKIN CANON" spree - because, while I could do that, and while I desperately want to do that, there's also something else here.

Ada and Wesker have never interacted in person with each other before.

This is a series first. And I don't just mean on camera, either -- there's a non-zero chance that Ada and Wesker have never actually met in person at all, period. Wesker has only ever been a face on a screen or a voice through a radio every single time Ada's interacted with him.

In OG's Separate Ways, Ada says that she "sent" Wesker the fake sample. Not gave. Sent. Which says to me that, even when she does missions for him, he sends in a liaison to pick up the goods when the mission is finished (possibly Excella?); he doesn't meet with her himself.

So, for this to change is actually huge. This is a big fucking deal.

Something major must have happened in order for Wesker to actually break that boundary and appear before her in person. Something, like, say... Ada holding Wesker's chopper pilot at gunpoint and fucking off with the Amber.

When I said that Wesker could possibly be the final boss of RE4make's Separate Ways, that was a crazy shot-in-the-dark Hail Mary of a guess just based on how incredibly detailed his combat animations are in Mercenaries. But, actually, with this new information? It might actually be true.

There must be a reason why Capcom didn't confirm Separate Ways up front when it was a foregone conclusion that it was going to be made. There must be a reason why they've been so incredibly tight-lipped about it, even after so much of the metadata has already been pulled out of the game files by modders.

Separate Ways is about to be a big fucking deal. Separate Ways might change RE canon forever.

#resident evil 4 #albert wesker #ada wong #i'm so excited to see their body language when they talk to each other in person #the true nature of their relationship has always been such a big mystery in this series #despite the fact that they've been partners for as long as chris and jill have been partners #well #“partners” #and seeing how they act in each other's physical presence is going to tell us so much #oh god #i'm going to end up writing hot distrustful clearly-using-each-other ada/wesker smutfic aren't i #im so excited

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 12

Read it on Ao3 here!

Alex, Kelly, Lena and Nia all huddle around the TV in Kara’s loft, waiting for news on what’s happening with the fires and trying to see if any of the cameras are picking up on the whereabouts of their friends.

“I hope they’re ok.” Nia says, eyes not leaving the screen, worried because they haven’t spotted Kara, Brainy or J’onn in a little while and even though it is understandable and expected, it doesn’t stop them from worrying any less.”

Alex sighs, tension sitting heavy in her shoulders and back in a way that she knows will ache for days. “I hope everybody is ok.”

“Me too,” Lena says, wishing there was something she could do other than just sit here and watch as part of the city blazes on, crumbling to the ground from the wrath of the flames.

What they have learnt so far is that almost every building in that one-point seven-mile radius that the bugs were in has been set on fire and the ones that haven’t been are the ones close enough that the fire easily spread to them. This leaves absolutely no doubt that this attack was orchestrated, just like the original attack was.

With the bugs showing up first, it’s very obvious that Lex is the one behind this and by Lena’s best guess, the bugs scattered across the area and then self-destructed. It’s smart really, Lex gets to destroy the city and the evidence all in one go.

“Some of National City’s favourite heroes have been spotted helping to evacuate the area and have been rescuing citizens from the burning buildings. Supergirl herself has also been working closely with firefighters to put out the fires and prevent further spreading of this disaster.

“And now, for the terrible news, it has now been confirmed that six people have lost their lives to this inferno and it is suspected that there may also be as many as nine more people deceased.”

They all gasp audibly when the news anchor provides them with the news that they have been dreading, the kind of news that they have been praying wouldn’t come but here it is, and it can’t be ignored.

“I’m going to dig up every last piece of dirt on my brother and I’m going to make sure he spends the rest of his miserable life rotting in a cell for what he’s done.” Lena spits, eyes filled with rage-filled tears and her voice wobbling along with her chin, fists clenched so tightly that her nails are leaving little crescent moon indents in her palms as she tries to contain herself from breaking something in a mix of anger and anguish.

The fact that it’s Lena’s brother that has caused this damage, that she doesn’t just have to deal with the loss and pain that the situation has caused but also the additional pain of being related to the person that committed such a heinous crime leaves an awkward energy in the air, the other three women want to comfort her, to make her feel better somehow but not knowing how to do so when something so massively terrible has happened.

No words will be enough to make her feel better, to take away some of her pain and to free her of the burden of being lumped in with someone who could do something so horrible.

Instead, they don’t use words. Alex’s hand grips hers, pulling her off of the chair and onto the couch where they all move to and press her into the middle of. Lena finds herself sitting between Kelly and Alex, Nia on the other side of Kelly.

They all have to squish together to fit onto the couch cushions so Alex’s leg is pressed against the arm and the same goes for Nia on the other side.

Alex’s hand rests on Lena’s knee, her attention back on the TV to wait for more updates, hoping that they will get a glance at Kara to make sure she’s alright, although they know she probably won’t be. With how many people have died, it’s fairly likely that Kara has discovered more than one of the people that were confirmed dead and that’s not something a person can live through and not be haunted by.

Kelly’s arm wraps around the back of the couch behind Lena’s head, her body angled inwards in a way that makes Lena feel surrounded but not in an overwhelming way that makes her feel trapped, instead it’s creating a barrier around her, a safety net of sorts that is giving her comfort without a need for words, a clear way that Kelly is showing her that she’s there.

The longer Lena stares at the TV, the angrier she gets at her brother and the pain of what’s happening sits in her chest like a hole is being dug right between her ribs, each new casualty is another shovelful of her being dug out, her chest becoming hollower and hollower.

She forces herself to look away from the screen after a minute of it, the sight of what her brother has done bringing her more pain than she can say, more pain than it brings her brother because only a heartless monster could do something this awful.

Her eyes gloss around the room, taking in the space properly. She’s been here before for game night but this is the first time she’s really taking in everything there is to take in.

It’s difficult to drown out the words that the news anchor is saying but she makes her thoughts as loud as possible, talking to herself in her head and making notes on Kara’s loft like she is displaying it to herself, explaining each feature.

You could fit my apartment in here three times over with how big it is and this isn’t even considered a large apartment.

The entire place has been painted in pastels and where it couldn’t be painted, there’s exposed brick, I love exposed brick.

It’s very Kara, the cushions are especially her style.

In the corner, there’s a canvas and paints. There is a half-finished piece on an easel and from what she can see, Kara could have been an artist in another life because it’s incredible.

And the bedroom, the bed, it’s…appealing, in other circumstances anyway. It’s not the pretty, patterned sheets though, and it’s not the cosy look of the room, the way everything is on show, borderline cluttered but in a good way, in the way where it shows that Kara has nothing to hide, the room, and the apartment radiates honesty.

Alex nudges her slightly, “you ok? You’re drifting off somewhere.”

Lena becomes aware of the fact that it’s not normal to be staring around another person’s place aimlessly, especially not when said person’s family is sitting beside her, expecting her to be shattered by the news that her brother is a homicidal maniac but instead she’s giving herself a mental tour of Kara’s apartment, being sure not to miss out on anything she can see from her vantage point.

She nods slightly, a single tilt of her head up and then down again. She speaks, her voice dry and croaky, “I’m ok, just trying not to listen to it, I can’t listen to it.”

And just like that, Nia thumbs across the remote, searching for the mute button and the sound is turned off, the others following along with it by reading the subtitles that Nia put on after muting it.

“Thank you.” Lena croaks again.

Kelly gives her a soft look. “We’re here for you, Lena. I’m going to go and get you something to drink, you don’t sound too good.”

“I still have some water, it’s in the bedroom.” Lena offers up, scooting to the edge of the couch like she’s about to get up but is pulled back by Alex, preventing her from doing so.

“Just stay here, Lena, tonight we worry about our people out there, the citizens and one other person. You. Let us be here for you tonight and then we can all worry about Lex tomorrow, alright?” The quiet words hit her hard. More meaningful than she can say.

Choking down her emotions and trying not to cry at the sheer amount of love and support in this room, not just directed at her but the way that she hadn’t noticed that Kelly had given Nia her jacket and Alex is watching everyone out of the corner of her eye, making sure that everyone is as ok as they can be, it’s overwhelming. “Ok, Alex.”

Kelly brings her the water, sliding back down between Lena and Nia, bringing a blanket with her to spread across their laps.

They all fall back into watching the TV, eyes once again searching for their people but they don’t see them. In fact, they don’t see them on the screen at all, not on the aerial shots of the burning streets and not on the shots of the buildings that have now been put out. They don’t see them at all.

In fact, they don’t see them until after all of the buildings have been put out. That might be because they had all fallen asleep at some point of watching the screen but since they can’t pinpoint when exactly that happened, they can’t confirm nor deny anything.

They see Kara, Brainy and J’onn when they come flying in a few hours later, somewhere between eight and nine in the morning, the sound of the boots hitting the floor and them shuffling their way in on tired feet enough to rouse them and have them let out relived breaths at having the people they care about back home safe.

“Thank god you’re alright.” Lena whimpers into Kara’s ear when it’s her turn to hug Kara, Alex sneaking in for the first hug since she woke up a few seconds faster, giving her the head start.

“Are you all ok?” Kelly asks, analysing their faces but seeing nothing but the intense fatigue that is written beneath their eyes.

Kara hums a tired, “yeah.” She rubs at her eyes with the back of one hand, her fingers covered in soot and ash, just like her suit and face. “Yeah, I need a shower though, we all do. J’onn, Brainy, do you mind if I take the first one and you can go after?”

“Of course, it’s your place,” J’onn says, a look of grief flashing across his face briefly before he can hide it behind his mask again. Kara doesn’t give him a chance to take it back, shooting off to hurry through to the bathroom and be done quickly, knowing that Brainy and J’onn must be as desperate to get clean as she is.

All of them except Kara catch J’onn’s look, all unable to see anything other than the look of pure sadness on his face and in his eyes.

“J’onn, are you sure you’re-“ Kelly starts but J’onn is looking down at his feet and shaking his head before she can even finish the question.

“The Tower is…it’s damaged, badly. It’s been partially burned down. I thought it was going to be alright because it wasn’t alight when we first got there but more fires kept popping up and eventually, they took part of The Tower with them. It’ll take months to rebuild it.”

Not caring about the dirt across his body, they fall into a group hug around him, no words available that they could say to make it better so they don’t say anything at all, something that they are finding to happen a lot.

J’onn accepts the hug, the tension on his face obvious as he tries to hide how utterly distraught he is to lose everything, to have his business and The Tower, which is made of Martian technology so damaged.

Kara comes whizzing out of the bathroom dressed in sweatpants and a long-sleeved tee, her hair lying damp and limp around her shoulders. “Bathroom’s free!” She calls, attempting to make her voice light and cheery but failing, just sounding strained instead.

Nobody comments on it though and she understands why when she walks into the living room to see everyone crowding around a shattered J’onn, Brainy standing off to the side, his arm tentatively reaching out into the pile of bodies to rest his hand on J’onn’s shoulder.

She wanders over to the group. There’s no way for her to directly hug J’onn because of everyone else in the way so she just opens her arms and presses herself against both Lena and Alex, closing her eyes and resting her head against Lena’s shoulder, not caring that her wet hair is getting the back of Lena’s shirt damp.

J’onn nudges them away after a minute, in desperate need of a minute alone. “Excuse me guys, I’m going to go and have a shower so I stop getting ash all over the floor.”

It’s an excuse and they all know it, well, everyone except Brainy who is feeling a little put out that he is the last to get a shower but determines that it’s because he was the cleanest of the three of them, mostly just helping to organize rescue teams and evacuations while J’onn and Kara were going into the buildings to carry people out, admittedly quicker and stronger than him.

“How have you guys been? Have you managed to get some rest?” Kara asks, plopping down onto one end of the couch, and pulling Lena with her so she’s beside her.

“Unfortunately, not so much.” Kelly jumps in, “we were watching the news and it kept us up watching all those people suffering and we were trying to look out for you guys so we would know that you’re ok. We did fall asleep at some point though.”

Kara’s eyes darken at the mention of what happened out there. “Yeah, I get that. It was really bad out there, and it still is. There’s a lot of damage, a lot of people were injured and about a dozen dead from what I managed to find out.”

“I guess we will have our jobs cut out for us then when it comes to rebuilding?” Nia asks, smiling though it’s a strained smile.

Kara smiles back, “yeah, we’ll help as much as we can but we will have to work on The Tower too, we’re missing a roof.”

“Did you manage to determine the cause of the fires?” Alex asks.

“I watched those stupid bugs explode before my eyes and they went with a good amount of fire when they did for such small things, I think they must have had magnesium in them or something because the spark they caused was too big for a normal circuit. They were programmed to find fabric too before they exploded, they all swarmed to materials, so carpets, curtains, couches and things like that, I stopped as many as I could but you guys already saw how many there were, I couldn’t stop them.”

Lena listens to Kara carefully, looking for anything she can use to bring her brother down. “When did the last of the fires start? I can check the time against the last time the satellite was active.”

“Maybe around five-thirty to six, somewhere around that time,” Kara recalls, not entirely sure because between putting out the fires with her freeze breath and dragging people out of the buildings, she didn’t have much time to be checking her watch.

Lena grabs her laptop, opens it and rushes to get into the records of the satellite only to be left disappointed. “The satellite has been shut down. It’s inactive now.”

“What?” Alex rushes to look over her shoulder. “Why would it be shut down? Those things cost millions of dollars, if not billions, so why would he throw away a perfectly good one on this? What does Lex gain from doing any of this, there’s nothing he can gain from this.”

Staring down at the screen, Lena sits one part dumbfounded and two parts terrified. “He knows I’m here and I would guess that now that I’m no longer there building things for him, he isn’t getting enough decent tech coming up through Luthor Corp so the company will be losing money, a lot of it. I did seventy percent of all the builds in the lab and he wants to scare me into coming back. It’s working.”

“How can it be working, you know we’ll protect you, Lena, he won’t get to you.” Alex lets her anger simmer into her voice, not bothering to hide the fact that she thinks that is a terrible idea.

“It’s not about me. He’s showing me that he’ll just keep killing innocent people until I do come back and while Lex can’t do what I do, he is very good at covering his tracks.”

Brainy steps forward, adding something to the conversation for the first time in a while. “By my calculations, there is an eighty-four percent chance that he has made a mistake that would incriminate him in his crimes. The design of the bugs, while fully functioning, is sloppy, and the hardware within them, along with the serum inside them, isn’t something I’ve seen before, meaning it can likely be tracked. I don’t believe you will have to go back to Metropolis, and quite frankly, I don’t want you to.”

Lena’s lips turn down, trying not to cry for the millionth time today. “I don’t think we have time to look, his attacks have been so close together that I’m not convinced that we would find anything before he kills more people.”

Kara removes the laptop from atop of her knees, sliding it onto the coffee table instead. Then she takes Lena’s hand between her own. “Lena, I have superspeed, we can do this. You’re not going back, you belong with us, you’re a Super friend now, through and through.”

“You’re sure?”

Nia steps closer, dragging Brainy with her by his arm. “We’re sure, Lena. You’re one of us.”

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#cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #supercorp #supergirl #kara leaned in #kara x lena #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #supercorp fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #lesbian fiction #wlw #chaoticsuper #joining the superfriends

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ok. Final HSMTMTS season review by a random nerdy girl with weird thoughts and ideas

Non-spoilers:

They really did not give a single fuck anymore

No like so many bleeped swear words ??

SEXUAL INNUENDOS TOO? HELP SO MANY OF THEM.

I feel like they did want to do more with this show and I am guessing a lot of their ”we give no more fucks” attitude this season has something to do with that

They made some odd choices with some characters lol

The amount of times I thought ”this reminds me of glee”, ”it’s giving glee vibes” people who wanna watch something after this show watch Glee it’s on D+ now too because Disney bought Fox

In the end I am happy and satisfied with the season and I am glad to see it all at once rather than wait for eps. Waiting for eps is fun too but I like variety

Now Spoiler Time😌

I need to talk about the most important thing first according to me.

ASHLYN!! ASH!!! *squeals*

I don’t know if the fandom has treated her as roughly this season but I have not forgiven you how you treated her last season and she is the baby girl ever

Like this girl?? All her lines can be memes?? HER MOUTH TO MOUTH THING THAT COMES BACK SEVERAL TIMES GIRL YOU ARE NOT SUBTLE WITH ANYTHING

Maddox and Jet are the siblings ever I love how they just sibling-tease each other all the time while always being friends. And I am happy they have each other considering their home life seems to be… oof.

A LOT of things seemed to happen off screen that I’d like to see… on screen?

Like a big part of the Seb stuff… his whole dad thing was just very rushed and kinda like ”btw we are adding this random thing” and ??

And the CHEATING. Biggest plot twist of the show. I WAS NOT PREPARED. I WAS NOT PREPARED.

Big Red and Ashlyn’s breakup was actually very nice though. No drama… I also found it hilarious that she was more mad for Carlos’ sake than her own didjdkdkgidoslf

THE PUMPKIN MAN WAS SO RANDOM?! WHAT THE FUCK. AND HE JUST CLIMBED THROUGH THE WINDOW TO ?? TALK TO CARLOS ON THE PORCH WHAT WAS GOING ON I WAS SO CONFUSED I DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER HIM

Ricky is such a sweet boy honestly

WHEN HE ASKED THE CAMERA WHO THE FUCK THEY WERE HELP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL X 2000

Good on them for confirming Ryan is gay

Why is Maddox such a gay mess I love her

It feels like their story is not over yet and a lot of loose threads are still up. I wish we could have seen their graduation

MADDOX AND ASH WERE MAKING OUT. Like when this show started it was ”a little peck” at most with Carlos and Seb and now there is this.

Also their kissing scene and Carlos walking in 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I’m happy things are going good for Gina and her mom is finally present

I seem to have forgotten when/if Kourtney broke up with Howie or not?? Did she? Did I not remember that?

Emmy is so funny I can’t

I loved to see everyone’s origin stories how they got to the theatre in the first place. Like Ash feeling like she was in EJ’s shadow?? Ricky not even doing the audition if he hadn’t spoken to Gina? Carlos being bullied like that??? SEB WITH A GIRL?!

Mack just has this large former child actor energy going on I can’t explain it ??

Also them highkey wanting to reference Dog with a blog here

Every time they do a show I am always prepared something will go wrong. Like S1 scarred me now I think something always will happen and even when it goes good I am still like ”aaaaany time now…”

I know I will have more stuff to say about this show. But that’s all for tonight. It was a wild ride with the Wildcats.

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series