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bloodlust-1 · 5 months

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༻ 3 Nights ༺ part 1

Gortash x fem Tav — mini series Explicit 18+

Summary: Gortash invites Tav to stay 3 days at his palace for the sake of an alliance. Reluctantly, she compromises for peace and it becomes an experience they won’t forget.

T/W: language, manipulation, blood

Notes: okay. Yes, he’s been my new obsession so I had to write something up. This is a bit of a long one, I’m planning to do a few parts in total. Enjoy ;)

Tav arrived at the tyrant’s palace, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling of foreboding that settled in the pit of her stomach.

Arguably, this could be the stupidest thing Tav’s ever done. To agree and comply with Gortash for the sake of an alliance for some sort of peace.

This alliance was just for the time being, of course, Tav was way too ahead of her plans to betray him when the time came. To seal the alliance, Gortash requested Tav to stay 3 days with him. Not a hard task but it made Tav extremely suspicious of him to even request such a thing.

Tav only agreed to see if she could infiltrate any plans stashed away in his office. This could totally be a one-up in the game for her. But for now…Tav forced her shoulders high with a brave feeling in her chest, and she barged right into his palace doors.

Tav was quickly met with metal steel watchers, and they instantly alerted their attention to her, “Lord Gortash has been waiting for you. Meet him upstairs in the main room, he won't ask twice.”

She rolled her eyes and swatted away the watchers. She didn't need an invitation and she sure as hell didn't need to listen to Gortash's orders. She did as she pleased, and with that, she made her way to his quarters. Making a few stops to peer into different doors here and there.

As Tav continued to his quarters she was met with a pair of dark eyes. Gortash's cold, calculating eyes seemed to pierce through her as he welcomed her to his palace. Despite his courteous demeanor, Tav could sense the aura of ruthlessness that surrounded him.

"My favorite little hero is finally here. Come in, make yourself comfortable." His words were laced with veiled threats, and she realized that he pulled out a chair for her.

Tav walked into the room, crossed her arms, and refused to sit, "I hope you have some better guest adequate considering you weren't there to greet me at the palace door. Just remember this whole —" She waved her hands around, "Thing going on is not for fun and games."

Tav despised Gortash for his cruelty and oppression, yet she knew that aligning with him was crucial for achieving her own goals. Her conscience wrestled with the moral implications of her actions, and she found herself questioning whether the ends justified the means.

Gortash's lips tugged into a smile, "Dear, this is so we can trust each other. An alliance is what you want, isn't it? We should trust one another if that's to happen."

His eyes lingered around Tav's body. It admittingly made her a bit uncomfortable although her armour did leave a lot to be desired. "Really? Armor darling. " He clicked his teeth and shook his head, "This is my home, not a battlefield."

He yelled out for a servant, who came scurrying into his quarters, "Please give our guest some proper clothing. She will be staying a couple nights here. She is to look like a proper lady before dinner. Now, go."

Tav's eyebrows furrowed as his cruel words hissed at her, "Excuse me? A 'proper lady'? That's a hunk of bullshit!" She snapped back at Gortash, who quickly ignored her by leaving the room with an amused smug on his face.

"Come, my lady, let's get you cleaned up." Tav was still on guard, but she agreed to give the servant an easy time. So, she followed her into a bedroom attached to a lavish bathroom. A marbled tub ran with warm water that was adorned with many soaps and rose petals.

Gods, when was the last time Tav enjoyed a bath?

The air was filled with the delicate scent of flowers, and Tav undressed her armor, letting it fall onto the carpet. She stepped into the warm embrace of the water and cleansed herself of any traveler grim. The soaps soaked into her skin, leaving Tav smelling divine.

After her bath, there was a set of clothes laid on the edge of the bed. Tav tried on the white dress, with golden embroidering and frilled sleeves. There was also a black corset to pull the whole outfit together. Tav felt beautiful yet uncomfortable.

The same servant walked into the room with a hairbrush and pins, "Allow me to pin your hair, my lady."

Some time had gone by before Tav was deemed "acceptable" to sit with Gortash for dinner. She thought it was absolutely ridiculous, and these days may go by slower than she thought.

Her heels clicked against the palace floor as she made her way into the dining room. When the doors opened, there he was. Those same dark eyes piercing her own.

The long dining table was set with fine china, crystal glassware, and flickering candlelight. Tav's gown shimmered in the soft glow of the room, and she purposely took her seat at the far end of Gortash.

Tav pulled out the seat and purposely plucked herself onto the chair. She looked the part but certainly didn't act like it.

Gortash’s eyebrows curved into a questionable look. He brought his elbows onto the table, bringing his fists to rest against his mouth. There was a long silent pause, he peered at Tav trying to get a good read on her.

"Let us get to know each other, hm?" He brought his hands away from his face and picked up a glass of wine instead to sip.

Tav hunched over the table, her hands balled into fists. She gave him a threatening stare, "Gortash, Did you not hear me earlier? I am not here for fun and games, so whatever it is you're trying to do — stop it."

He snickered, damn was this amusing for him. He had never met anyone who just waltzed their way into his palace to pick a fight. She was a nobody. Gortash, he was somebody. Yet she came to him with confidence, an alliance, and now she's here in his home. How entertaining was this whole debacle? He wanted to push her as much as he could. It was all a manipulation tactic to see how far he could go.

"Enver— Call me Enver for the next 2 days. But like I stated, let's get to know each other, little hero. I'd love to hear about your background." His head tilted with a mischievous smile on his face.

"That's none of your concern." Tav spat out harshly, with a threatening glare. They were both testing each other.

The air was still and tense, and Gortash's presence dominated the area. His evil smile radiated a chill throughout the room. "Isn't it? I am lord now, and I want all my baldurians to be considered. Especially my most favorite citizen."

He reached out his hand, the tips of his fingers adorned with the sharp glove that pointed into hooks. "I'd love to hear about that pathetic fucking camp you have right outside the city. A shame it would be if something were to happen while their leader's gone."

"What...How did you —"

He spoke with command, "See, that's something I learned about you. When you care to get to know someone, these things come easy. But please, you're welcome to search this whole palace all you want. Maybe you'll find something about me worth learning."

"Okay, I'll humor you— but first, we need to lay some ground rules. If you respect my rules, I'll respect yours. "

"I’m listening, Tav."

A chill ran down her spine when he spoke her name. It cringed her and only made her rules more needed, " 1: You will not hurt my camp, 2: You will not try to attack me, and 3: I will roam freely where I please."

"Yes, yes, and yes, you have my word." He nodded in agreement. The room was tense at this point, but he still locked eyes with Tav. Her beauty was one he saw in paintings, and she was free to his viewing pleasure. A thought crept into his mind: what if she was mine? An interesting thought indeed. He cleared his throat, "Tell me about yourself."

Throughout the meal, the conversation between them was polite but strained. Tav struggled to maintain her composure, her uncertainty about Gortash's intentions gnawing at her. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was walking on thin ice, unsure of what might be his true motive.

Despite her unease, Tav maintained a facade of politeness, engaging in small talk and lurking eyes on one another. She would look away each time she caught herself staring at his exposed chest. It angered her even more that Gortash was attractive. Only when he spoke would his image crumble for her.

As the evening wore on, she found herself carefully measuring her words and actions, acutely aware of the potential consequences of missteps in this precarious situation.

After dinner, Tav wandered around the palace. By this time, the sun had set and the palace went dark. Only a few candles lit the room, barely reaching its light out to see clearly. Tav kept a pocket knife on her hidden in the folds of her clothes.

She grabbed a candle stick and began to investigate the rooms. There were many rooms, a lot of them were untouched. Tav thought he must've been very lonely in these walls. instantly she shook her head, she did not want to pity him. After all, he's the villain.

Tav found herself standing in a room aligned with many books and a single desk inside. It appeared to be a study, and she waved her candle around the room. A fresh painting hung on the wall: a portrait of Gortash.

Tav studied the art, and it was a very well drawing of him. It even captured how deep his jacket cut, exposing the hair on his chest. She only knew this by how hard she was staring at it at dinner. Her eyes scanned his face, examining the scars on his jaw that she hadn't noticed.

A handsome man he was, truly.

Tav stepped back from the picture, she was looking for any signs of any importance. The desk was littered with folders, papers, and crumbled notes. She settled the candle on a stand as her fingers sorted out the piles of paper.

Most of what she read was events that already happened from Moonrise. Tav placed the pile down and reached out for one of the crumbled letters. It was a letter about her. Surprisingly, there were people already sending Gortash news about her even before the takedown of Ketherick.

He truly had eyes everywhere.

As her eyes lingered on the note there was a huge knocking noise. Her head shot up and was matched with Gortash’s presence. His broad physic leaned against the door way, his arms crossed and he looked at Tav questionably.

“Well— did you find anything worth learning?” His eyes were cold, his demeanor felt off, and he was already making his way towards her before words could come out.

Tav shot the letter away from her face, “You knew about me this whole time… what’s the point of this? I know my reasonings for an alliance but what’s yours?” There had been tension between them all day and enough was enough. She needed to know his intentions before she stupidly fell into his game.

Gortash grabbed Tav’s chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were filled with a mix of desire and control as he attempted to assert his dominance over her.

Tav's expression remained resolute, refusing to succumb to his intimidation.

She struggled against his hold, refusing to show any sign of submission. Gortash’s grip on her chin tightened. Despite his forceful demeanor, Tav met his gaze with unwavering strength, silently challenging his authority.

“Power, of course. I need you and you need me, so I’ll play nice.” His voice became low, “Only cause I tolerate you.” He forcibly tilted her face as his eyes traced the contours of Tav's face. “You are one fine specimen.”

Tav’s eyes went wide and her face went pale. Did they actually find each other attractive? Gortash continued to speak, “I’ll give you something to imagine: A kingdom loyal to their court. A king and queen sat next to each other as everyone bowed to them. Their power: unmatched. Their strength: untouchable. Their bond: unbreakable. Are you painting this picture? This could be you and I. My equal and my right hand.” The warmth of his breath hit against her skin. She was still under his hold and a rush of warmth hit her body. Her knees buckled and her face grew red. What in the hells was she thinking?!

Tav's heart started to race under his touch. He physically towered over her and his face was undeniably closer to her face than ever. Tav stared at him with defiance but her body language went against her will.

He was just another man under all this drama, and his intimidation felt almost….sensual? It was a mix of emotions she never felt.

“You can let go of my face now.”

With a swift motion, the claw of his glove snagged a small cut on her cheek. Tav winced and used all her force to push him away. She palmed her face, and the slick had already started to drip down her jaw.

Tav's adrenaline kicked in as she pulled the pocket knife out, charging at him with a shove. The blade sunk into the nape of his neck as Tav's body pinned his closely against hers on a wall.

Her eyes raged as she looked into his gaze from the dimmed light. Just as he did, she swiped her knife against his skin. Only enough to create a small laceration just like hers.

His hand gripped Tav's wrist. The claw of his gloves pressed against Tav’s skin— Giving it a tight squeeze, and knocked the knife out of her grip.

With his free hand, he closed the gap between their bodies, “Is this your way of flirting? We’re both a mess now.” The slick of blood streamed down into his chest.

Tav quickly surrendered to the pain that shot up from her wrist. So, she let her restraint down. Gortash saw her surrender and loosened his grip, “Good girl.”

Tav scoffed, “Bastard.”

“I know.”

Gortash let go of her body and walked back to the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small kit of some sort. Gortash then lent out a hand, waiting for Tav to accompany it, “Come, girl.”

She frowned and shook her head, “I’m not holding your hand.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Suit yourself. Let that—“ He pointed at her cheek, “get infected all you want.” It was then that Tav noticed it was a medical kit. Was he trying to clean her cut? Strange.

Gortash took the kit and walked out of the study and back into the dark halls. With an annoyed groan, Tav followed aimlessly for him. His heavy boots hitting the floor echoed throughout the hall. It gave the atmosphere an unsettling aura.

She was led into a familiar room— it was exactly the one she settled herself in earlier. Gortash dragged a nearby chair to the end of the bed. He sat down, his legs spread while he hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, “Sit.” He spoke in a commanding monotoned voice.

Tav hesitated, she had little trust in him. However, with a skeptical feeling, Tav sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. Gortash opened the kit and drenched a cotton ball with alcohol, "Look at me." He commanded with a softer tone this time.

Tav sat still as he brought the cotton to her cheek, lightly dabbing it against the wound. She winced and scrunched her face in pain.

Secretly he enjoyed seeing her in pain. Something about the way her eyes weakened sent shivers up his spine. Gortash continued to clean the cut with precision, his touch gentle yet firm. Tav's breathing began to steady as she relaxed into his care.

He reached for a bandage and carefully applied it to Tav's face. He leaned back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smile, "While I do enjoy the blood, I wouldn't want to mess the silk bedding. "

"I do as I please." Tav pouted. Her eyes fixated on the now-dried blood that rained down into his chest. Her eyes traced the trail into the same spot she had been staring at dinner. He was...nice, to look at she supposed.

Gortash leaned closer to her, he had caught Tav staring a little too hard at him. Being stealthy was something Tav was horrible at considering she bursted into his coronation. This realization filled him with confidence as his charm and poise alter a subtle change in Tav's behavior. She was seeing something she liked in him.

Gortash firmly put his hands on Tav's shoulders, shoving her back onto the mattress. Tav let out a small gasp as he hovered over her small stature. His hungry eyes viewed every little piece of skin available to him.

Calculating eyes bore into her, as he leaned forward, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do it. Do as you please."

A shiver ran up her spine. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, but her body completely froze under him. Her mouth parted with no words left to say.

What the hell was he doing? Why couldn't she move? Maybe it was how handsome she found his restless eyes. Or the way his body was strong and tall. Gortash always stared so passionately at her, even now.

With no response, her eyes glistened with anticipation. Gortash brought his lips close to Tav's mouth. Only the slightest space between them, Gortash's eyes downcasted on her while her heart thumped against his skin. The warmth of his breath caressed her lips. Tav closed her eyes and submitted to the tension between them.

"Tch—" Gortash scoffed teasingly.

The warmth Tav felt suddenly grew cold. She opened her eyes to see Gortash standing over the bed. There was no kiss. Tav propped her elbows up, why did he leave? A slight shame cast on Tav as she lay there dumbfounded. Was he just toying with her?

"Rest, I will be expecting you for breakfast." Gortahs's arms crossed as he stared down at Tav like a scolding parent, "Don't make me wait." With that, Gortash walked out of the room.

He purposely planted a seed into Tav's head of control as soon as she let her guard down. His deceit would have her tossing and turning all night.

To be Continued ~

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1-800anklebully · 11 months

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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

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A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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The Fight (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader) - Part 2

a/n: as promised here's part 2 of a req made by anon (as seen above). finished it a lot faster than i expected but I am very proud of it <3. i think i picked up some things i was unhappy about the last one and i hope they are better here. it's a bit of a mix between carlos and reader's perspective though so fingers crossed it is clear. @ anon tysm for sending another message to my inbox, i really appreaciate it and i am so glad you enjoyed part 1 <3. here is part 2!!

add. note: i am so annoyed at ferrari today, pls dont even talk to me or look at me. the pitstop and the unsafe release and the yellow flag (+ getting dropped to p8). carlos' race was rough and the car itself was already barely performing. i am sad. this has a lot of comfort at the end especially towards carlos so am i projecting my emotions into my writing? maybe. enjoy <3. (lowkey spoiling yall by posting two fics in a day but i love when i get these writing highs)

tw: swearing, mentions of sex, sad, hurt/comfort, overall carlos redeems himself? very soft and apologetic carlos.

part 1 linked here, masterlist linked here.

The Fight (3.3k words) - part 2

“I didn’t ask you to come here for the race.” Carlos regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but there’s a weird hollow feeling in his chest that always settles when the stress invades his senses. The walls feel like they’re closing in and before he gives you an opportunity to talk he’s excusing himself and heading to the pitlane and leaving you behind.

It’s like he’s on autodrive because his body is moving as his head is screaming for him to stop but nothing happens. He finds himself sitting with Binotto at the pitwall, and he slips on his headset to be able to hear what is going on with Charles. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to wipe out the memory of the last thirty minutes out of his mind. He’s not even mad at Ricciardo, he’s mainly just speechless, unaware of how everything went wrong so quickly within the season. Was he not fit for the ferrari seat?

He tried his best to hide his disappointment at the press after the race, keeping his small smile and focusing on the technicalities. There was a lot that he said but a lot that he didn’t say. He was also extremely nervous to open instagram and see what people had to say. Even after quali he had snuck one or two scrolls through the comment section as you were asleep next to him that night. He was never the type to search himself to see what people had to say but it was hard to ignore when it was on your own comments or your team’s main account’s comments.

They kept the debrief short for him thankfully, because it was clear that Carlos was a bit out of it. He had tried focusing on the feedback and the team but the only thing he could think about was you. It must have been naive of him because he expects to still find you in the hotel room when he arrives later that evening, and he opens his phone to search for any text but there’s nothing. He takes a deep sharp breath before throwing the phone on his bed.

“Joder!” He screams, letting out a frustrated breath as he looks over the room. There’s nothing left there apart from his suitcase and he can’t help but look around the room, hoping that you had tidied up your things and for some reason hid your suitcase before deciding to go out for fresh air or something. He comes to terms that you’re gone twenty minutes later, laying down on the bed and covering his face with his hands, mad at himself. He tries calling you but it’s no surprise when you don’t pick up. You don’t pick up the next three calls either.

He pushes himself to focus on training, but for the first time thinking about racing is not enough to keep his mind off things. As much as he tried every single thought wandered towards you, every single thing somehow linking itself to you. Even being in Miami doesn’t help much, he’s trying his best to keep himself light hearted but the pressure from Ferrari wasn’t even the thing bothering him. Not knowing where you both were was the worst. You had been posting on your instagram too, being back in Spain and hanging out with your friends. It was driving him crazy that the only thing he had heard from you was that you needed time to process what had happened.

What’s worse is that Charles and Lando notice, and sure they notice whenever Carlos is a bit off, but this time they look concerned. It’s Charles that brings it up in passing and Carlos manages to dodge it and brush it off, but Lando is a different story, especially when his former teammate is bothering him in his room.

“What’s wrong? Something’s off.” Lando says, crossing his arms over his chest as he practically invites himself in. Carlos lets out a sigh, he’s already ready to sleep but the moment he sees Lando sitting on the couch he’s shutting the door behind him.

“Nothing jeez. What’s up with you and Charles?” Carlos asks, trying to shift the conversation but it doesn’t get past Lando that easily.

“What happened with y/n? Charles told me she left early even though she had a day planned for you.” Lando says, looking over at Carlos and Carlos scoffs, because since when were Charles and Lando in cahoots?

“Mate, you’re joking right?” Carlos says, shaking his head before looking around. He did not talk about his feelings to anybody, and he really didn’t want to start today. “We broke up. I think. I don’t know.” He says and he’s suddenly feeling uncomfortable, the walls are suddenly closer to him and the room feels a bit stuffy. Was there always this little oxygen in the room?

“What? What happened?” Lando asks, completely perplexed. He remembered seeing you both so smitten before the season had started, and Carlos was completely enamored. He had never seen the Spanish driver look like that so you both breaking up was the last thing he expected. Carlos doesn’t answer but Lando is the last person to hesitate to push for more information. It’s no surprise to Carlos when he finally cracks.

“I fucked up, okay? I’m fucking everything up right now. I can’t even drive and I can’t even treat my girlfriend right.” Carlos murmurs letting out a deep breath. “Fuck- Lando I don’t want to talk about this.” he murmurs but a look from Lando has him talking, explaining what had happened in Italy.

There’s a pause once Carlos is done with his story, and he is sat on the chair across Lando, elbows resting on his knees as he waits for Lando’s reply. By the way Lando is looking at him it’s definitely nothing good.

“You fucked up Carlos. You cannot tell me you told her that.” Lando says speechless and Carlos groans. It’s not new information but it’s hard to hear it from somebody else. Lando shakes his head, a mixture of disappointment and pity in his face, “Look, I would say just focus on the race this weekend. It’s a big one. We have Spain next. Figure it out then.” He says before getting up. He offers Carlos a pat on his shoulder as a way to cheer him up.

“We’ll have breakfast together hm?” Lando offers and Carlos can’t help but smile at him, thanking him softly before he is getting up to accompany Lando to the door.

Miami goes well. He manages to stay as focused as he can as his mind is wandering around and Charles and him finally manage to share a podium again. It isn’t the best, because it isn’t a P1 and P2 but he’s happy to finally be able to stand on the podium again, covered with champagne and laughing with Max and Charles.

It’s painful though because his laughs don’t quite hit the right spots, and his smile feels forced most of the weekend. It’s always nice to end up in the top 3 but going back down off the podium without seeing you or even getting a text had his mind dizzying a bit.

This is why he arrives in Madrid the earliest he can. He drops his things at his apartment before he’s dressing as discreetly as he can. The Spanish weather is quite useless as it restricts him from disguising himself with a random cap and sunglasses. He keeps his head ducked most of the time he’s out and around and he’s thankful the receptionist at your building recognizes him still as your boyfriend and gives him the pair key they had.

He’s surprised that you come home late that night, he’s careful to be quiet as he moves to come closer to the entrance. The lights slowly turn on and you’re back is facing him as you hang your bag on the hanger.

“Sorpresa,” Surprise, he says with a smile and his smile drops when you jump and let out a scream.

“Fuck! Carlos, what the hell?!” You scream, hand instantly holding your chest. You’re breathing heavy, the scare practically knocking the wind out of you as Carlos begins to apologize.

“I am so sorry.” He says before he’s going over to you, frowning when you only step back.

“What are you doing here Carlos?” You ask with a sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I made us dinner, cooked your favorite.” He says with a small smile before he’s stepping closer to you again. He extends his hands forward for you to hold and you let out a soft sigh before coming closer, squeezing his hands. “Come on,” He says.

Dinner goes by smoothly and you genuinely kick yourself for forgetting how good of a chef Carlos was. By the time you both finish dinner you’re feeling warm and fuzzy from the wine and the food. The conversation was kept casual, and you had asked him about the Miami race, reluctantly telling him that you had watched it and of course you had cheered him on.

Carlos takes this conversation as a segway to bring up the last time you were both together. He’s nervous but he knows he has to. It wouldn’t be fair to ignore it and act like it had never happened. He shifts a bit in his seat and clears his throat.

“I’m really sorry about what happened.” he says with a sigh, cracking his knuckles a bit as he watches you. By your expression it's clear that you’re surprised that he’s brought up the topic but you nod a bit anyway in understanding.

“I’m not going to say it’s fine.” You murmur, looking over at him and he shakes his head sighing.

“It wasn’t. It was shit on me.” He mumbles, shifting to get up. “I’ll take these to the kitchen and we can sit at the couch hm?” He asks, picking up your plates. You give him a small nod, sighing softly before you are heading to the living room. He comes back with a small bowl of fruit, setting it down at the table before sitting next to you, facing his body towards you as he looks over you.

“I treated you horribly and it was wrong of me to do that.” Carlos murmurs, taking a deep breath. This was hard for him. Apologies never came easy, but he never thought he would have to apologize to you.

“If you didn’t want me to join for the race you could have said so Carlos,” You murmur, letting out a shaky breath. A part of you had felt bad for not giving Carlos a heads up and although your friends told you he was the one being unreasonable there was a bit of doubt in your mind if you had been the one.

“No, no. I wanted you there. God- I was so happy that you were there.” Carlos says, frustrated that he had even made you feel that way. He reaches to hold your hands, letting out a deep breath.

“I was upset because of the qualifying and the race and I am really bad at expressing myself. I’m already horrible at it in Spanish- imagine how it is for me in English.” He says sincerely, searching for your eyes to make sure you know he’s being truthful. “I’m used to dealing with everything myself so I guess I am not used to being able to rely on someone. I normally just shut myself down.” He explains as best as he can. You’re watching him, listening to him silently and it's so quiet that he can’t help but continue to talk, trying to fill in the silence.

“You can’t imagine how I felt after the race. I went to the hotel and fuck- all I wanted was to see you. It made me so upset to not have you there. Even after the podium in Miami, all I wanted to do was to call you, ask what you thought-” He continues to ramble and he doesn’t stop, not until you pull him close and wrap his arms around his neck and laugh.

“God, you’re an idiot.” You murmur, holding him close as you tuck your face into his neck. “I just worry about you. I want to be there for you.” You say and his arms securely wrap themselves around your waist and it’s so nice to have you close to him. He doesn’t want to let you go.

“Mi amor, you’re always there for me, I know that. I am sorry that I failed to appreciate that.” Carlos murmurs, kissing the top of your head as he lets out a shaky breath. “Te amo mucho.” I love you a lot, he promises, rubbing over your back. You slowly pull away, smiling at him before connecting your lips.

The kisses are gentle at first, his lips are melting against yours but you’re slowly shifting on his lap, wanting to feel him closer. It had been a while since you both had been this close to each other. Before the Emilia Romagna GP you hadn’t seen him for a month and it was clear Carlos was just as needy as you, already laying down, pulling you to be properly on top of him. His lips are trailing down your neck and he’s leaving open mouthed kisses that are making your mind fuzzy. Soon enough you’re both stumbling into your bedroom, hands roaming on each other.

Carlos drags you to the Spanish GP the week after, you are a bit hesitant to join but you take the flight Carlos gives you anyways and you arrive in Barcelona Friday evening with a small carry on bag. You’re excited and you go to Carlos’ hotel and see his family. It’s not the first time you meet them so there’s not too much pressure but they are as welcoming as always.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Carlos once you’re both settled on the bed. You’re gently running your fingers over his knuckles, humming softly as you listen to him rattle on about the practices. “Are you nervous?” You ask him softly and give him a small smile before nodding when he lets out a shaky breath and says yes.

“Home races are rough.” He chuckles nervously, keeping it short. It isn’t much but you’re relieved to hear the truth instead of a I’m fine.

Quali the next day has you on edge. Everybody’s nervous and the tensions are soaring. You try your best to get Carlos to relax but as soon as he’s out on track you know he needs to fight for it himself. It’s rough and painful when the results come around. P3. The numbers look loud and clear on the screen and the way Carlos is answering the post qualifying questions is enough to tell you he’s clearly not pleased with the result. It’s even worse watching Carlos Sr. hand the pole award to Charles. You were happy for him, he had driven his heart out but seeing Carlos shift to go to the garage had your heart clenching a bit.

“Hey,” You say softly when you see Carlos enter the garage, as always he goes around the garage. He’s wearing a smile that isn’t quite meeting his eyes and a part of you is ready for a cold response once he gets to you but instead he wraps his arms around you before kissing your lips briefly.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.” He says, taking the towel to wipe his forehead. You shake your head, not minding it at all “That was shit- sick of P3.” He tries to laugh off but you know him better than that. His hand goes to the lower of your back, rubbing over there for a bit. “I want to cover a lot with the team today before the race.” He says looking over your eyes to make sure it is okay with you. “Is it okay if you go back first? I’ll text you what time I’ll be done and we can relax then hm?” He asks softly. You give him a small smile, nodding. As much as you wanted to be there for him you knew he was meeting you halfway and you had to meet him there too.

“Alright, are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly and Carlos nods with a soft smile.

“Yeah. Happy to see you here.” He says softly before he’s kissing your head.

He comes back a bit later in the evening but it isn’t too late, you both squeeze in some dinner and keep the conversation light, and Carlos tells you he just wants to relax the night, so you give him a small nod and a kiss to his cheek before you both decide to head to bed early with a movie playing on the TV.

The next morning is hectic though, and it is clear that the pressure is on. There amount of fans wearing Ferrari merchandise and especially Carlos has you both nervous and excited. The support is clear and you’re happy to see how many people were rooting for Carlos. When the race started though things quickly got messy and were only gradually getting worse. It was rough to see Carlos drop off the podium and finish P4, with Charles not even finishing the race.

It was clear by the time Carlos headed back to the garage he was out of it. He reached to you for a quick hug before giving you an apologetic smile. “I’ll meet you at the hotel?” He asks and you’re about to insist to stay but he shakes his head. “Need to talk to the team and I need some time to myself. Is that alright?” He asks and you look over him, letting out a soft breath.

“Of course. Text me if you need anything?” You offer and he nods.

“I love you.” He says and you smile before promising it back.

Although Carlos had finished the race it was clear he was displeased with his performance. He had made a few mistakes here and there and although he had tried to give you a reassuring smile when he walked back into the garage you knew it was bothering him. It was a rough race, and that was it.

You simply stayed in the hotel and thought about what to order in for you both, but Carlos had taken a bit longer that evening. You tried your best to not doze off but the heat at the circuit had gotten the better of you. The combination of the air conditioning at the suite’s couch had you out in less than an hour, only waking when you feel someone snuggle into your chest . You instinctively wrap your arms around them before slowly blinking, Carlos' hair is damp and smells like fresh shampoo. Your eyes are still blurry and you look down to see Carlos, his mop of hair already tickling your nose.

“I disappointed everyone.” Carlos murmurs and you quickly tighten your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Babe, you didn't, you drove your best.” You promise rubbing your thumb over his forehead as he nuzzles closer. You’re taking deep breaths, hoping that it would help him calm down.

“I made so many mistakes, I was so careless.” He says and you can’t help but sigh, kissing his forehead. You wish you could do something else but you were glad that you were at least there for him.

“Mistakes happen my love. Nobody’s upset with you.” You promise and your heart breaks a little when he simply nods, letting out a sniffle. “I love you.” You remind him and he nods.

“I love you too,” He says before he’s looking up at you with the smallest smile. You smile back at him and kiss his lips, giving him a few pecks before he’s letting out a gentle laugh. And although you knew this wasn’t going to be one of Carlos’ last bad days, you knew it was all going to be okay.

fin.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed ! i wrote this before today's race (zandvoort) but all i wanna do is give carlos the biggest hug and a kiss on the forehead. it's been rough folks, so i hope this makes it a bit better. writing has definitely cheered me up a bit.

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lily-174 · 1 year

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Hey . I love your last Will helstead x daughter reader fic. Now I can't stop thinking about such a story. Will has an ordinary day at work when suddenly an ambulance brings his daughter (maybe she was hit by a car) this story does not have to have a good ending.

“is she going to make it?” (will halstead x daughter! reader)

trigger warning: hit and run, hospitals, lots of swearing, angsts, mentions of death

when your dad left the house in the evening for his night shift you told him you were going out with some friends, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of just over a year. and bring 17 and still having to go to the same high school as him it was difficult. so you’re friends decided to take you out to cheer you up a bit, to say you’d been looking forward to this all week was an understatement.

you left the house at 8 and made your way to the party that started at 9, it was amazing exactly what you needed. an excuse to drink and dance with your best friends, you’d forgotten about your ex by 10. laughing, dancing, you’d even managed to speak to a few guys, everything was going amazingly until the clocks hit 12.

you’d been drinking a lot, way too much then your body could handle, and the dancing was swishing around the content of your stomach making you feel uneasy you ran outside emptying the contents of your stomach on the floor. it was too hot, your throat was burning you felt dizzy. you reached for your phone that was in your small purse, and contemplated calling your dad to pick you up but you decided against disturbing him so you messaged your uncle:

hey jj i’m a tad drunkk can you come pick me up?

you sent the message and stood at the door outside the party waiting for him to reply, the minutes were feeling way too long. your head was throbbing to the sound of the banging music inside the building behind you so you decided to walk down to the sidewalk.

maybe you’d made a mistake coming out tonight, the only reason your father allowed it is because you have the highest grades in all your classes and he wanted you to have fun and forget about your ex.

you hated school, now because of your ex you hated it more. the only reason you hadn’t dropped out is because you want to be a surgeon, your dad had inspired you to go to med school. you knew it would be extremely difficult but you wanted to be a brain surgeon, your dad said you were definitely smart enough to live out your dream.

you sighed the loud banging of music still causing your head to throb more, you rubbed your head hoping it would relieve some of the pain as you crossed the road in hopes getting further away from the music would help. behind your hand that was partially covering your eyes you saw a bright light heading straight towards you. headlights.

will was exhausted, on his 6th patient of the shift it had been fairly busy but nothing extravagant had happened yet, he had a man come in for a motor cycle accident and he was surprisingly okay he defied the odds and got sent up to the ward, he survived no long term damage, that was a win.

will rubbed his eyes as he left another trauma room and went to grab a coffee he came back down to another patient complaining of chest pains, will did the routine checks and listened to the mans heart and lungs all sounded normal so he sent him down for an x ray.

this was a pretty standard shift, all was going well. will was hoping his little girl was happy and having a good time. he smiled hoping you would get over this breakup soon. he hated seeing you like that. you and your father were so close, you’d tell him everything and he was so unbelievably proud of you.

will yawned as he entered trauma bay 5 to treat a woman with severe abdominal pain, just as he was about to check if his findings were correct he heard a gurney being brought in by paramedics. then he heard a round of gasps by the doctors and his brothers voice.

“is she okay?!? is she going to make it? where’s my brother?” he heard Jays loud voice booking through the ER. will rushed out the room and saw his daughter on a gurney being rushed into trauma bay 2

“what the hell happened?!” will exclaimed pain in his voice as he rushed across the room seeing his daughter covered in blood a big gash on her head, an arm clearly broken. will could feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he rushed into the room to help his daughter only to be held back by ethan.

“we will look after her will. just give us space” ethan said passing the distraught red head over to jay. will tried to get out of jays grasp but he couldn’t. he watched as the team of doctors started calling out different things that where wrong.

“we need an OR now! internal bleeding, possible punctured lung, multiple broken ribs, broken arm and possible brain injury.” ethan called out as he examined your body.

“no.. no! i can help let me help her!” will shouted tears streaming down his face as his brother held him back.

“let them help her will”jay said with tears eyes pulling his brother into a hug, the sobs that left will in that moment were heart breaking, he felt his heart shatter as you got wheeled out the bay in the gurney, he turned and watched.

“i love you y/n okay? everything’s going to be fine. you’re not alone” he sobbed walking towards his daughter but jay pulled him back again. will could feel it was bad, he knew in the pit of his stomach he knew those injury’s could be life threatening.

“what happened to her” he cries hugging his brother once again all of the memories with his daughter flashing before his eyes.

“hit and run.. she texted me to come pick her up i found her on the floor when i got there. i’m so sorry will..” jay explained a few tears rolling down his cheeks. he felt so guilty maybe if he had gotten there sooner or called you on his way this wouldn’t have happened. the brothers cling onto eachother before walking to the waiting room, jay sat his head in his hands and will stood pacing the room, that’s when the rest of intelligence arrived.

“the drivers in custody.. any updates?” hailey asked as she sat down next to jay and the team followed sitting down in the waiting room.

“none yet. it doesn’t look good” will stated eyes rimmed red, still pacing the room, this went on for a few hours before a doctor came out and called your name and everyone stood up.

“is she okay??” will said rushing over to the surgeon, jay stood next to him and the team stood around.

“the bleeding was too extensive, her heart stopped multiple times during the surgery and i’m afraid we couldn’t get it back and she succumbed to her injuries. i’m so sorry for your loss dr halstead” wills world went blank everything went fuzzy as he screamed his legs giving out and falling to the floor the violent sobs leaving him hurt his chest, his heart shattered at those words.. he would never see his beautiful daughter again, he would never see her walk down the aisle, he would never see her become a mom, never see her live out her dreams. he would never see her again.

the pain he felt was unlike anything he’d every felt before, it wasn’t just mental pain it was physical his baby girl just died. he couldn’t even remember the last thing he said before he left for his shift, was it i love you? or some stupid joke?

jay crouched down tears falling down his cheeks as he held his brother, the two of them crying on the hospital floor hailey bending down to comfort the two brothers.

will couldn’t hear anything he couldn’t feel anything but this pain, what was he going to do without you.

a/n - i cant lie i kinda hate this but i hope you enjoy none the less <3

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dontlookheswatching · 19 days

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Okay here are the doodles! They all feature Ben, in ways that can be seen as either friendship or as a ship, I dont mind what you see it as although a few I did make specifically to be seen as a ship, because while they aren't a canon couple in au, my god they are so adorable and I can't help but draw them anyways-😭

There will be some lore underneath the pictures, and also I'll discuss a little more about the relationship chart and character refs im working on afterward

Okay, lore time. Im not a big pokémon fan. Nor am I big on the pokepastas, which seem, to me, to have honestly spiraled into their own mini fandom on the sides of creepypasta, which is actually pretty cool, I'd love to explore more of it, but again, im not big on pokémon, I've only played like two or three games throughout my life, and I just can't find the interest to do it. My sincere apologies if my lore for Silver upsets anyone who is super big on Pokémon or pokepastas for not being accurate, but then again, that's what headcanons are for, things that aren't canon. I've tried doing little research and the closest thing I could come close to developing lore for Silver was 'Snow on Mt Silver'. Im not sure if its the same character or something entirely different, so bare with me as I say im merging the two ideas from each into one. Now, lets get this mess over with because I have no idea what I'm doing im kinda revamping my own lore as I write this😭

If anyone noticed, on the birthday chart I have, next to Silvers name, in parentheses, is the name;

Jae-Ing.

It doesn't sound like an American name, now does it? No, thats because, im my lore, Silver had a life before death, he isn't just a glitch in the coding and what not. He was Korean. Throughout the more I explain, the more resemblance you'll see in Ben's story, thus why they get together well, because they share a somewhat same experience.

Going to a private high school in Korea wasn't easy. At all. 'Jae' didn't have it eady, either. He had to have a job ontop of all the schoolwork he was required to do to help his mother pay off the payments for attending a private high school. His father is out of the picture, having died before Jae was even born. He and his mother were extremely close, and even though they struggled at times, they never let their bond break.

Jae was 16 the year he died. He was a big fan of Pokémon, owning every game possible and knowing every small detail. He was harassed and bullied for his interests, and was always considered a nerd, barely having any friends. He was considered an outcast, and was always excluded of things other students did. He was very intelligent though, and did well in school.

Of course, that didn't matter to the other students.

Nearing the end of the year, staff had presented a field trip, one that would last three days, to hike Mt Hallasan. It was winter, however, so the mountain was covered in snow, so students were told to be extra prepared and to be cautious and stay within their assigned groups and to NOT leave the trail.

Jae wasn't going to go, but his mother had insisted on it, saying it would be a fun experience, and that he deserves a break anyways. So he went.

Not having any friends is why the whole trip backfired on Jae's side.

He was paired with kids who had commonly made fun of him, and being on an exciting field trip was no excuse. They'd constantly steal his things, such as his small console he kept with him in which he'd play his favorite games on. Or sometimes jackets or blankets he so very needed.

He was miserable and wanted to go home, but it was too late to turn back by the time the though occured to him.

On the second to last night, when their group had finally managed to reach the top, they thought it'd be funny to fall behind their supervisor, to walk with Jae, who walked behind all of them, to suddenly act like friends, forcing them all to walk slower and slower until the supervisor was far enough ahead to where he didn't notice one of the girls start pushing him as they resumed their bullying tactics. She kept pushing and pushing, trying to get him to fight, but Jae wasn't the fighting time.

She got angry, and kept pushing, until, before someone could say something, she pushed him over the edge of the trail, down a steep hill.

They ran off.

Didn't look back, didn't bother to try and help him. Instead, they ran, not wanting to be caught at the scene.

The impact left Jae scratched up and bruised. One arm was broken. He couldn't get back up to the trail, especially with a broken arm. He tried to find a way down the mountain, a way to find help. But night fell quickly and made it impossible to see. The temperatures dropped. His limbs began to freeze as he got colder and colder. He kept his bag close, scared. Scared, alone, nearing death. He kept going until he physically couldn't. Until his body gave out and left him a lying heap in the snow.

He died. Cold. Frozen, black limbs. Alone, scared, wishing he stayed home with his mother. Oh, and how the news broke her when her sons body was eventually discovered.

His soul was sucked into his console, into the very game world he loved, due to dark magics of some sort that I might explain in another post.

He lost any memory of his former life. He didn't know why he was so sad, why he was always scared, why he didn't like the cold. He didn't have the answers to his questions. He still doesn't to this day, even after exiting the console by the force of Slenderman and with the help of Ben.

He is yet to remember his past. But perhaps for now its a mercy that he doesn't.

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ANYWAYS yeah that's my take on Lost Silver. Its kinda shitty and definitely not canon but it's whatever.

Moving on, I finally have the icons done that I'll be using for the relationship chart!

All I have to do now is digitalize them, make the chart, and boom, it'll be done. FinaLLY. so expect that MAYBE later today or tomorrow, we'll find out and see which happens first.

Now, about the character refs. I plan on doing them for Ben(which is done), Jeff(Hes next), Toby, Liu, and EJ, as they'll probably be the most frequently seen on the blog.

I would like to mention the fact my ref for Ben was a total flop. Its quite saddening especially since I spent more than a day on it, but its in the past, and can't control everyone's preferences. Hopefully the ones in the future will be more appealing, and if not, oh well, that just means I've got work to do and revamping and redoing them, because there's always room for improvement. I'd like to thank everyone real quick for the support I've already received so far, because even if the ref was a flop, im still extremely grateful for everything else!

Anyways thats the end of my super long post thank you goodbye im going to sleep this was too much writing

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auroramoondrop · 2 years

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Random modern headcanons for Sevika

Mentions: mention of death, smut, fluff, slight angst, soft Sevika, switch Sevika, funny shit between y'all, etc.

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^Sevika would 100% use her role as an excuse to visit Piltover's expensive casinos with her girlfriend.

^She is so cute cause she is SO excited, going against rich squibs with big egos. With her hot ass arm candy on her lap encouraging her.

^Sevika thinks you look hot when playing the arcade slots. However, nothing beats when you're playing black Jack. She is your personal slut when you play. (If she didn't have a reputation you would make her sit in your lap or sit on the ground with her head nuzzling your inner thigh like the big bad dog she is-)

^When she isn't at work or playing poker, she's at home with you doing whatever y'all can find.

^Both of you can be hard gamers, your favorites to play with each other would be Resident Evil 8, Genshin impact (she wasn't interested until you showed her, only liked the women in there and occasionally the cute monsters she had to slaughter like the slimes),

^Loves Lady Dimitrescu, has those fucking mods where she is in lingerie or something.

^Sevika is the female version of Heisenberg, literally laughs at everything he says and says his mutated form is the most badass one.

^Bullies Moreau, she's so mean to him. Says every insult she could think of when she's trying to avoid acid being thrown at her. Sevika wants to drop kick Angie's annoying ass, one time when Angie jumps scared her, she made a high-pitched scream, and she threatened you not to ever talk about it while your wheezing over her flushed face.

{You nuzzle yourself into your girlfriend's neck, inhaling her scent. A sudden annoying voice announces herself; 'Oh, you're still alive, huh?' A short high pitched scream comes from the woman startling you. She pauses the game and silence.

"We will never talk about thi-," you started to laugh seeing her face so dark with an irritated stare. You kiss her reassuringly as she holds you closer hiding her face.}

^She is a whale on Genshin, her damage is fucking amazing, the best of the best artifacts and weapons. She will remind you to play with her when domains are open to see which characters need what.

^Loves going to secret sceneries with you, maybe shooting fireworks in that one event with the heart-shaped ones with both of your favorite characters. I hc her favorite is Rosaria and yours is Ganyu.

^Gets extremely jealous if you win 50-50 pity and she doesn't, she might have played a long time but man does she want Raiden Shogun (I have her but sadly haven't built her yet-), y'all can destroy the battlefield with Sevika's Zhongli and your Raiden Shogun.

^Shes the girlfriend we all love that farms for you if you dont want to, makes food for you, fights bosses and domains for weapons and artifacts, and does some challenging events for you. She was shocked about your shit but surprisingly good build, you don't understand stats well so she makes sure to help you.

^Sevika plays scary games for both of your entertainment though you both almost piss your pants- (it has happened before but that's a conversation for later)

^FNAF was a hellish nightmare to play cause how she gets mad at Foxy for running, Springtrap for being a creep, Nightmare Fredbear for being a bitch, Ballora's million 'aborted babies' as Sevika calls them, and Sundrop sounding like a predator in her words.

^Oh this bitch hates Balloon boy, threatens to deck him every time she sees him.

^Her favorites are: Foxy (love-hate relationship), Mangle, Marinette, Springtrap cause he in your words is just like her but worse, Plushtrap (her son), Ennard, and Monty and her is literally the same person change my mind.

^Has teared up about the sad storyline, also when she thought about her playing the first game to the last. (It would be half of her adulthood)

^Loves movie nights! Sevika always gets excited jumping into comfortable clothing, soft pillows and warm blankets, many many snacks and drinks, and a variety of movies to choose from.

^She doesn't care what movies she really watches, only wants to hold you and plant your face with kisses. Maybe soft make-out sessions that make her cheeks burn after. (If she's really happy she squeals and it's so cute)

^Sevika loves horror films to make fun of, sometimes it can scare her. Any horror movie involved with dolls will involve her clutching you and declining profusely that she isn't scared. If she does get scared, she will hide herself in your neck.

^You would hold her and give her a comforting make-out with you cradling her face. Sevika might get a little aroused and submissive, take that chance to go behind and fuck her with the strap earning you whines and moans. (The Scoop Me Up position so you can hold her close, this is the intimacy she craves a lot)

^She likes Tim Burton movies, family comedy movies like Over the Hedge and Chicken Run, seasonal movies, and maybe Digimon since you love it. (She bullies you on how it's the rip-off version of Pokemon. Once she watches it, she's invested, if you don't have the whole series, she will get it for you. Will without a doubt sing the intro with you)

^THIS WOMAN WOULD ADORE WHITE CHICKS. Sevika would be choking on her Assult Monster energy drink when Terry and the car meme come on.

^Sevika doesn't wear anything feminine in public, but in private, she enjoys wearing a few clothes out of her usual attire. She wears some nightgowns to see you ogle at her and worship her, she has 3 sets of lingerie, a dark navy blue, a dark orchid purple, and an obsidian black.

^She owns a dark magenta sundress that she was embarrassed to show you but after she got comfortable, you would catch her looking at herself in the mirror taking pictures. (Sevika gets flustered knowing you were behind her though she carries you in her big arms and goes to cuddle)

^Acts like she hates when you put make-up on her or dress her up, she really fucking loves it and is surprised she hasn't got on one knee yet. (She will ;)

^Music taste is all over the place, mostly rock like Halestorm, Aerosmith, Alt-J, and Siamés, she loves metal, some hip-hop like icp, alternative indie, won't mind Jazz if the mood is like the song Speakeasy by ernst, and R&B.

^Doesnt seem like the country kind of person? Oh, yes she is. Singing Carrie Underwood to the top of her lungs or some other shit. It grows on you eventually. The reason she likes it so much is because when Vander, Benzo, and Silco we're alive, Vander and Benzo and her would sing drunkenly while Silco hummed the songs. To her, it was good memories and if Vander and Benzo didn't show her country she wouldn't have liked it.

^Sevika goes to concerts when she is able to, mostly rock or metal concerts, you will be on her shoulders and if a brawl pit happened, you would be taken far away from it while she goes back and joins it. (Every concert it happens and bands love her so they give her free stuff and talk to her sometimes. She also gets a lot of injuries depending on the severity which you take care of her with a scowl.

{ "I can not believe you sometimes!" You said with a scowl, Sevika only chuckles wrapping her arm around you.

"Come on babe, it's not as bad the last one. Besides, we got some free merch from my title, and your favorite snacks." She howls with laughter when you punch her arm, saying ow in the process with how built she was. "Careful, doll, I need my little nurse in tip-top shape to care for me."

Rolling your eyes she keeps snickering, sliding into your truck after she had opened it for you, (2022 Ram 1500). Sevika got in on her side and started the car, pulling out of the drive way, her hand resting onto your thigh when she was on the road. An idea popped into your head,

"This little nurse must make sure you don't hurt yourself anymore, I think something more than just bandages is required..." You took her hand and put it on your inner thigh, you hear her slight gasp that turned into a loud groan. Her warm flesh hand gripped hard on the supple flesh, causing whimpers to interrupt your throat.

"Oh, I think I really need something more miss nurse, I haven't been healing properly..."}

^This woman has a emotions like a stone wall sometimes, killing people and having to watch the people you used to talk to, die at your hands, the same people you probably once greeted in respect. Watching Zaun be at it's worst than before, it slowly kills her like a plague

^You can tell when she is overwhelmed and sad cause she becomes too quiet and says a low 'I'm fine', you would ask her a couple more times before she tells you to leave her alone. Sevika would snap at you and yell at you to leave, but, she regrets it after seeing tears, she realizes you're scared to leave her with her thoughts.

^Once you both calmed down and approach the topic again, she only looks at you for a short moment and bawls, you hold her while she grips on you for dear life and sobs into your chest. Sevika would tell you what's on her mind, cuddle her, kiss her forehead, and tell her stories even if it's boring, she would fall asleep on top of you.

^Miss girl can. Not. Handle. Spicy. Shit.

^Lets say you are a spice lover, you build your spice tolerance and can eat super spicy stuff. She can handle max at Buffalo wings, even then it's too spicy. You had challenged her to try Kimchi with you and it didn't go as well.

{ You sigh contently, Kimchi was like your comfort food, you had Hawaiian rolls to dip it in. While you were enjoying yourself, your girlfriend was not.

"BABE IM GOING TO VIOLENTLY THROW UP FUCKING FIRE!" Sevika screamed across the house making you laugh hard, she tried water, vanilla milk, and now the black cherry ice cream.

She walked into the living room with a runny nose and tears, the spice was unreal and Sevika swore her organs would melt. She sat down beside you with her ice cream, she looked cute all pouty.

"It's not fair, I want to enjoy this shit but my fucking tastes buds are sensitive. Have my leftovers." She slides the bowl to you, you kiss her swollen hot lips, Sevika hummed cheerfully.}

^Late night talks are something precious to her, you can talk about things you would never tell anyone else. Sevika talks about her past, her dad, her adopted siblings, her mother, Vander Benzo, Mylo and Claggor. Her deep regrets could kill her.

^She loves when you just listen and map her face. She will also listen to your story, Sevika could cry hearing the shit people put you through.

^If you start crying she is immediately pushing you against her, hushing you with soft affrimations. Sevika understands this pain, she knows how monsterous people can be, and be damned if she could kill every soul that had hurt you.

^Now let's be honest, you both are very open and have no privacy, Sevika thought she had some dignity and respect. But, oh boy when you came into her life, nothing was private. Her little wifey ass, yes you, would bust open the bathroom door while she is trying to use the restroom. She would throw anything in her reach at you to get out.

^It can be her showers, her changing, her doing paperwork, you don't care. You'll just come up and talk about whatever's on your mind, if it's when she is getting out of the shower, you are sitting on the toilet ranting on about your boss not giving you vacation days when it's near Christmas, you'll then stop to admire your girlfriend with a quick comment, 'double cheeked up on Saturday baby? Fine as hell, Vika.' You go back to what your talking about while Sevika carries you to lay in bed. (Dont worry she's listening, she will definitely have a talk with your boss as in life or death)

^Sevika is the same, there's just no privacy, if you're changing or you were caught naked, the wholesome part is her thoughts aren't about sex. Rather, she wants to cling to you and hold your body to a throne. She will leave if you ask but don't think she won't come back.

^If you are clothes shopping, the store is going to hate the both of you. You and Sevika are trouble-makers, if she sees a basket full of 'balls', she's jumping in and some of the balls will escape the basket. Is also disgusted if you make a joke about her being straight.

{The utter disappointment on the worker's face was visual once you and your girlfriend walked in, you look at her and grab her face with both hands.

"We are just shopping for clothes, no funny business Sev." She sneered and put her hands up in a mocking surrender.

"That's the plan baby." You both knew something might happen, Sevika grabbed a grocery cart and she had the mischievous look in her eyes.

"If you fall im going to laugh hard." She looked to you, the back at the cart, she started to speed walk, then sprint, her feet off the floor and leaning her body weight on the cart. She loses her grip. Sevika's face before doom was so fucking funny, her eyes bulging out of her head and mouth agape.

"SHIT-!!" Unfortunately, she caught herself. She was panting from fright. You on the other hand were giggling madly.

"Dumbass! Stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult for once Sevvy." Sevika flipped you off while you still had a wide grin on your face.

On the trip to the clothing aisle, you see an assortment of balls in a large holding basket. An brilliant thought came to mind, looking towards your girlfriend absorbed in a child's toy, your face softens.

Sevika didn't get a lot of toys when she was little, they were too pricey so she watched other kids, mostly topside kids, play. You were definitely going to buy the toy in secret later.

"Hey Sevika." Your tone is delicate, her head flips to you. She hummed in question. "I dare you won't jump in that ball basket!"

She looks ahead of her to see it, she side-eyes you. "Thought you said stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult?" You pout, with your bottom lip puckered out and sad eyes, she lets out a girly laugh and looks back.

Sevika starts charging toward the basket, jumping in. Half of the balls escape and hid behind your cart from being hit. You fall to the ground completely and start howling into fits of giggles, she wouldn't do this shit for anyone except you. That's what made her soft.

After some struggle and with your help she gets out of the basket, you kiss her nose and whisper,

"Damn Sevika I didn't know you have a love for balls, im surprised." She scowls and crushes you in a bear hug.

"Shut the fuck up, you know I love that useless hole of yours, babydoll." You whimper and hid yourself in her neck, she chuckled lowly.

"I guess I'll make the exception, if you use the strap on me tonight." Sevika eagerly nodded and pulled you into a hard kiss, lustfully dangerous.

She pulls back and pulls you into the clothing sections. You start grabbing everything you'll think you and Sevika will like, throwing them into her arms.

"And the only balls I like are on your chest." You pause and look back at her reddened face, you pull her face down to give her kisses on her red-dusted cheeks.

"Sure, darling."}

^You did get her the child's toy. She almost cried, she also bought you a choker matching to hers.

^Sevika would be so excited about the machinery, the toy was of a robotic puppy that can act exactly like a dog. It can also speak so you can talk to it like a person.

^She was delicate to build it, you had to put it on charge and the next morning when you told Sevika it was done, she ran like a child on Christmas morning. You named the dog Bimo! (Pronounced BMO) (Should I make a one-shot of her and Bimo interacting?)

^If you have any holidays you want to celebrate, she'll make sure you get it. Sevika doesn't mind celebrating or not with other holidays however, the one she will only ask to celebrate is Día de Los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.

^Ever since she was a toddler, her family encouraged to celebrate the holiday. Sevika lost a lot of friends, family, and comrades. She would put on the face paint and go to Piltover to get flowers to set on all the graves that had died for Zaun or other causes. Nobody knew much about the holiday until you told everyone that Sevika done it, then half of Zaun celebrate it.

^Silco was the one who planned a huge party every year dedicated to Día de Los Muertos. He done it to thank Sevika for her hard work and to honor those who died for Zaun's cause. She was thankful that you told everyone, not saying it of course, but her actions proved it.

^Sevika had a Boston Terrier named Benji, after an incident that lead him to his death, you surprised her with another named Andromeda who was a Papillon. She is a crazy fluff ball and brings Sevika joy.

^She'll never admit it however, one day she wants to settle down with you and start a family. When she was younger she didn't because she didn't want to treat her child like she was treated. As time went by, she found the perfect wife, you, she thinks she's ready for one.

^You and her pick out names for the child, how you will raise it, what school, and other opportunities you can save money for. You have everything figured out but you both need Zaun better to achieve your dreams.

^Sevika really loves you, she is working on saying it more but her actions really show it.

Hope you love the hc cause I sure as hell did. Hope you all have wonderful day!

Goodbye my Stardroplets! Aurora out!

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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gimme more!

an: been thinking about this all day. i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did!!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, reader is wearing a dress and lipstick, sakusa is a little mean in the beginning, suggestive, slight atsumu x reader (for purposes ;))

hinata was a great friend. he always has been, even in high school. since he was such a great friend, hinata invited you to japan to spend a week with him on his week off. he even introduced you to his teammates!

this week was packed, hinata pulling out all of the stops to make you feel special. he took you to his favorite restaurants, paying for you of course. after a couple days together, he decided to introduce you to his friends and teammates.

well, you knew bokuto from a few tournaments in high school that you attended to support your friends. you knew atsumu as well, from similar events. and you knew who sakusa was as well, but only from hinata's stories. he wasn't as...friendly.

at the beginning of the week, you decided to watch the last part of MSBY's training they held, even though they had a week off. it was light, everyone was having fun. you watched from the sidelines, watching the boys joke around while going through their drills. you cheered them on as they went, earning you a few waves and cheers back. sakusa, though, was not as excited.

"are you trying to be distracting?" a raspy voice over your left shoulder fills your ears. sakusa stands behind you, grabbing a stray ball that rolled over to you.

"e-excuse me?" voice meek, you avoid eye contact. even from a distance, sakusa was quite tall.

he sighs. shaking his head as he walks away, you see the confused looks on his teammates faces. you copied their looks.

what a dick.

the next few days were similar. great interactions at lunches, sightseeing, and hanging out at hinata's house with his friends. everyone was wonderful, except for sakusa. what was his problem? anytime you started to have a good time, sakusa just had to make a comment. are you always this loud? shoyo-kun didn't mention you were this annoying.

you hated him, you were pretty sure.

but it was so tough to do so.

even though he was an asshole, sakusa was extremely attractive. he was so tall, he had the most gorgeous hair, a great smile when he decided to show it.

everyone noticed you stealing glances, including sakusa. he noticed only because he was doing the same.

he wishes hinata didn't bring you out here, because you were so distracting. your cute laugh, pretty hair, and sweet smile were always in his head, and he was sick of it. what made him even more sick was the fact that hinata decided to reserve a club for the five of you, on a friday night in the middle of the city.

"could you have picked a busier night? jesus," sakusa spits as he fixes his hair in the mirror.

"loosen up omi," atsumu joins him in the mirror, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "it will be fun! plus, y/n will be there!" atsumu looks over at sakusa in the reflection. sakusa’s cheeks heat up.

"oh my god, i knew it!" atsumu runs out of the bathroom. sakusa lets out a loud groan. "omi likes her! his cheeks got all pink, and-"

"omi-kun, why didn't you say anything! i could've set up a date for you guys or something!" hinata peaks his head in. sakusa feels like he is going to explode. thankfully, a knock at the door grabs everyone's attention.

"y/n! right on time, you look great!" hinata's voice fills the room.

"thanks shoyo! are we ready to go? i'm sorry if i was late, i had a tough time getting here," your soft voice is much more calming than hinata's, sakusa thinks. sighing, he decides to come out of the bathroom.

he wishes he didn't.

there you are, adorned in a black slip dress and the prettiest heels. following the thin straps of your dress, sakusa's eyes drag up from your shoulder, to your neck, and stop at the pretty red tint of your lips.

jesus christ.

"something wrong, sakusa?" your hand waves in his vision, pulling him back into focus. the guys all laugh behind him.

"yeah, omi omi, you feeling okay?" bokuto nudges him with his shoulder, leaving him behind as the rest of you walk towards the door.

"shut the fuck up, bokuto," sakusa sighs, voice unamused. underneath the facade, sakusa knows he us absolutely fucked.

the volume inside the club is shocking. squinting at the many strobes in the building, you flinch at the feeling of the bass thumping through your body.

"this way!" hinata shouts, unbothered, and bokuto grabs your hand to lead you towards their table. you gladly accept and follow them through the crowds, around some tables, until you end up a booth right next to the floor.

yelling over the music, atsumu saunters over to the table. "bottles are on their way, so we're all good to go!” you slide into the booth, your seat directly across from sakusa’s.

"atsumu, relax. you haven’t even had anything to drink yet,” sakusa stretches his arms up and around the edge of the booth, looking out to the floor.

“c’mon, at least pretend to enjoy this,” atsumu smirks back, just as the bottle service arrives. bokuto hands you a glass, which you quickly accept. with sakusa’s attitude, and the crowd you’re with, you’re gonna need it.

throwing it back, you shut your eyes and shudder at the taste. the liquid drips down your throat, each drop burning a little more than the last. already feeling a little more at ease, you open your eyes and are met with sakusa’s staring right back. you squirm.

“let’s get out there,” atsumu stands up and offers to the table, which nobody accepts.

“sure, why not?” you smile at atsumu and take his hand, heading out to the floor.

the music is almost electric. the bass thumps through your body, heart beating along with the brittany spears song that plays. laughing, atsumu spins you around and dips you. you giggle, the liquor you had making you feel a little more at ease. pulling you up, he pulls you back against his front and begins to sway with you, hands holding your hips against his own. moving your hips with the song that plays, you begin to let go and fall into the rhythm.

sakusa slams his drink on the table and rolls his eyes. give me a fucking break. whatever game you're playing is working.

"everything okay, omi?" hinata smirks at him from across the table, sliding into the seat next to him. sakusa scoffs.

"yeah, just lovely," sakusa puts his phone in his pocket and starts to get up. hinata laughs in response. sakusa looks towards the floor and is greeted with the sight of atsumu's hands all over you, swaying together to the music.

sakusa isn't an angry guy by any means.

but that? his blood boils.

"aw, it looks like we made someone a little mad," atsumu says in your ear. you throw your head back on his shoulder and laugh, which is quickly interrupted by rough fingertips grabbing you by the wrist.

"hey omi, where have you be-"

"get out of here miya, you've done enough for one night."

atsumu's laugh fades away as sakusa pulls you into his chest. your heart skips a beat as you realize who’s hands have replaced atsumu’s.

sakusa leans down, smoothing his hands up and down your hips, feeling every curve and dip in your sides.

“why do you always have to be so aggravating,” he breaths into your ear. even though you’re flush against his warm body, a chill shoots up your spine.

“what do you mean, omi?” you push yourself back a little, to which he pushes his hips up into you. you gasp.

chuckling, sakusa moves your hips side to side, and slides one hand up your body, smoothing over the thin material of your dress. fingertips snaking their way up your side, across your collarbone, lightly feeling the sides of your throat, and stopping to tilt your chin up. you whimper at the feeling of his rough fingers on your skin.

“i’ll look past your…display with atsumu this time,” he mutters into your neck, lips barely brushing across your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body. his thumb moves from the side of your cheek to wipe across your bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick slightly.

“but i think it’s my turn to have some fun with you, yeah?”

#sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu suggestive #haikyuu x reader #hq x you

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thegayhimbo · 10 months

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Stranger Things The Bully Review

Synopsis: It’s been a year since Troy had his arm broken by Eleven. Still struggling with nightmares over the encounter, Troy enlists James’s help as he attempts to prove that what happened to him was only a trick. However, as he becomes entangled in events beyond his control, he begins to realize he might be way in over his head........

Of all the tie-in comics, books, and graphic novels related to Stranger Things, this is by far my least favorite. I didn’t have high expectations when I first heard what the premise was going to be, and reading it did nothing to endear it to me.

I’ll say right now that the only thing I liked about this graphic novel was the artwork and coloring. This is by the same team that did Stranger Things Zombie Boys and Stranger Things Erica the Great, and it looks amazing. Sadly, that’s all it has going for it because the story, and the main character they chose to focus on, ends up bringing this down.

This will be a short review because there isn’t a lot to talk about. Nothing that takes place here will likely play any important role in season 5, and it's seriously doubtful the Duffer Brothers are bringing back Troy and James for the final season.

The entire time I was reading, there was one persistent thought going through my head: What is the point of this?

I get the comics, graphic novels, and books are meant to expand the world of Stranger Things and flesh-out aspects and characters that the show didn’t have time to focus on, but this particular instance felt pointless and time-consuming. Troy and James are not characters that have appeared since season 1, and they’ve had absolutely no role in driving the plot forward since that time. They were just there to exist as stock bullies who made the main characters lives a living hell (similar to Angela and her ilk from season 4). Once they served their purpose (and got a humiliating comeuppance for their behavior), there was no need for them to be on the show anymore.

So you’d think if they were going to bring those particular characters back, they’d do something meaningful with them. Unfortunately, they don’t.

The story is set during season 2, with the major difference being we get to see it from Troy’s perspective as he witnesses key events: Will getting bullied on Halloween Night and (unbeknownst to Troy) hallucinating the Mind Flayer, the pollywogs, the rotten pumpkin patch, the demodogs attack in the junkyard, and so on. Troy and James basically act as observers during all of this.

It’s a similar premise to the Stranger Things Summer Special comic that came out last year: It rehashes the events of a certain season, except they stick in unimportant side characters who coincidentally happened to be there when those events were taking place. The difference is the Summer Special focused on Officers Callahan and Powell and was set during season 3.

Like Callahan and Powell in the Summer Special, Troy and James don't have a purpose here. You could cut all of their scenes in The Bully, and it would have no impact on the overall plot of season 2.

It doesn't help that Troy is extremely unlikable during all of this. If you despised him in season 1, you're not going to think any better of him here. He spends most of the story being an asshole, continues to harass Mike and his friends (and at one point is about to slash their bike tires out of sheer spite), throws rocks at squirrels because he can, and repeatedly treats James like shit (to the point James starts to get fed up with him).

They try to give Troy a Freudian Excuse in the form of his parents (similar to what they did with Billy on the show) with Troy's mom being a Karen and Troy's dad being one of those "Don't Apologize, It Shows Weakness" type of guys. However, it still doesn't do anything to make Troy likeable because the problem is Troy doesn't have any other redeeming qualities to fall back on. He's still a bully, and whatever measly attempts there are to make him look sympathetic fall flat. I remember this was discussed on the Stranger Things TV Tropes page at one point when someone tried to put Troy in the "Unintentionally Sympathetic" category, rationalizing that it's hard not to feel bad for him even if he's irredeemable, to which other users pointed out that since Troy is irredeemable, he isn't sympathetic.

The ending is where the graphic novel completely falls apart. Long story short, Troy and James end up near the same junkyard the night Steve is fighting off the demodogs to protect Dustin, Lucas, and Max on the bus. Despite James's meek suggestion that maybe they should go help Steve and the others (bonus points for that I guess?), Troy flat-out refuses. Both Troy and James later get chased by demodogs, and James ends up tripping and falling down as one of the demodogs closes in on him. Troy initially looks like he's going to help James, but chooses to save his own skin instead. Just when the demodogs are about to attack them, the Mind Flayer calls them back to raid Hawkins Lab. In the aftermath, Troy begins berating James again, and James finally reaches his limit with Troy, gives him a scathing "Reason You Suck" speech, and leaves. The next day, just before Troy is set to move out of Hawkins with his parents (because his dad lost his job), he goes to apologize to James and they briefly reconcile before Troy heads out.

Putting aside how the ending glosses over the severity of Troy leaving James to the mercy of the demodogs and expecting us to buy that James would ever want be his friend again after that, the biggest problem is the moment doesn't feel earned. You can't spend 99% of a story having your main character be this awful, have him do the bare minimum to make up for it, and still expect the readers to care about him.

It doesn't help that this small, pathetic reconciliation Troy has with James doesn’t address the issues audiences had with Troy in the first place. Fans were angry and disgusted with him because of things he'd done on the show: Bullying Mike and his friends, making homophobic (and in Lucas's case, racist) remarks towards them, mocking Will's death when it supposedly happened, and threatening to cut out Dustin's teeth with a knife if Mike didn't walk off a cliff that would have inevitably led to Mike's death had El not intervened. They made Troy too much of a Hate Sink to the point it's borderline impossible to make him redeemable, and this graphic novel does nothing to alleviate that.

If Troy's story had been about realizing how awful of a person he'd become and making a genuine attempt to atone for his treatment of the Party, from apologizing to them to putting in the hard effort of making amends and maybe even trying to become their friends (similar to the arc Steve had in the first 2 seasons), that would be one thing. I don't know how many people would have bought it or cared, but there would have at least been a purpose in that. It would have given Troy some much needed character development, and it would have added depth to a character who was pretty one-dimensional to begin with. But the way it's done here doesn't work. It also doesn't help that other comics (like Zombie Boys and Dungeons and Dragons) demonstrate that Troy really hasn't changed and is still the same bully he's always been:

Imagine if they came out with a comic or graphic novel centered around Angela from season 4 that had Angela continue to be a vicious bully to others (even after El smashed her face in with a roller-skate), gave her a flimsy sob story to justify her cruel behavior (which would do absolutely nothing to make her look sympathetic), enlisted her friends to get revenge on El by following her all the way to Hawkins, consistently treated her boyfriend Jake like shit during all of this, ran afoul of Vecna's monsters by chance and proceeded to abandon her friends to save herself like the coward she is, and then offered a measly "I'm sorry" to them later which would get treated as a heartwarming moment. All the while, Angela would have no further role in the show and wouldn't ever appear in season 5.

Would anyone care about this story? Would there be any point to this? Would it change anything about how awful of a person Angela is?

If your answer to these questions is a resounding NO, then you can understand the issues I have with The Bully.

I wouldn't recommend this graphic novel. It's a shame because, as I said before, the artwork and coloring is pretty, but that arguably makes it worse. At least with the Summer Special starring Officers Callahan and Powell, it was a one-shot comic that's currently available on Kindle for a low price. This graphic novel clearly had effort put into it, it's pretty pricey to buy, and the result only highlights just how mediocre and inconsequential it is.

And to be clear: I've liked other graphic novels Greg Pak has written (Zombie Boys is one of my favorites). I don't know if this was a story he decided to write, or if it was mandated from the higher-ups at Netflix and/or Dark Horse, but either way, it's a major miss.

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annabellewynter · 1 year

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Wild Lavender

Chapter One

Summary: Everett Greenwood never expected to be the Duke of Rorchester, that was a job for his older brother. But when sudden tragedy strikes, he finds himself thrust into a life he never wanted. Then he sees Melina delivering honey to the grand hall. The girl who lives in a shack in the woods becomes the only love his heart has ever known, but can society accept the simple woman as his choice? And will secrets from her past destroy their chance at love? Find out in Wild Lavender.

Note: This story is intended to be a Regency Romance and I have attempted to stay historically accurate, however, I am not a historian, so please excuse any errors.

Everett Greenwood sipped on a glass of brandy as stared out the window of his office. The small flat he called his home for the last several years was perched above a main thoroughfare in London and gave him the perfect vantage point to watch the bustling streets below. It was evening, and the sky was slowly darkening the way it does in the early days of spring. Many were on the street, the unusually fine weather pulling ladies and gentlemen alike from their homes to enjoy the fresh air. There were elegantly dressed couples in carriages, others strolling home from dinner parties and some just enjoying an evening stroll.

London

Everett did not consider himself to be a nostalgic sort, but he had to admit that he felt a pang of sadness at the realization that this would be the last night he would take in this view.

His thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched giggle coming from down the hall, followed by the low moan of a male's voice. Everett shook his head moving towards the door to close it when the door down the hall flung open. A woman furiously stomped down the hall while Phillip Matthews, still only partially dressed and holding his trousers up with one hand, shouted after her.

“Is it Anne? Lily! It must be Lily.” He faltered as the woman reached the bottom of the stairs and he made one final attempt. “Ruth?”

Her head snapped back to Philip's.

"It's Beatrix, you prat."

And with that, she was out the door.

Everett watched as Phil ambled into his office and slumped onto the couch. He poured him a brandy and refilled his own before he took the seat opposite him.

“That didn’t quite go as planned, I imagine.”

Phil shook his head and poured back the brandy.

“Not even one bit,” he sucked the air in through his teeth. “I certainly hope you have more forgiving women in Rorchester.

Everett shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been there since I was six years old.”

Phil's dark eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Since you were six? But your father was the Duke!"

"Yes, but we never lived there. He kept the London home and we lived here where Mother could be a more central part of society. Occasionally he had to go to Rorchester, but he never brought me. George was the oldest and would become Duke, so I didn't have to be there."

"Well, this is great news then!" Phil slapped his knee in excitement. "You can just do the same and we don't need to leave London and head out into the middle of the countryside where nothing and no one exists."

The stare Everett issued to Phil said plenty and he once again reiterated, "You do not have to come Phil. I will be just fine on my own. Besides, I've been thinking of asking Kipley to join me in Rorchester to help get things in order."

Phil's mouth fell open in shock. "First, you are not doing this without me. You need me. Secondly, why on earth would you invite Kip? He has got to be the most extraordinary dull human being in all of England!"

Everett did his best to hide his smirk. "Kip happens to be extremely good at arithmetic. I understand he was a great help to his uncle in organizing his books."

"Of course, you understand that!" He was standing now, pacing the room, still holding his trousers up with his fist. "He told us no less than three hundred times what a big help he was!"

Everett knew this line of conversation would irritate Phil and he was rather enjoying goading his closest friend. Still, asking for assistance from Kipling Stromwell was an intriguing idea. The truth was that Everett had no idea how to run a Duchy. Not only had his father neglected to teach him, but Everett had little interest in such dealings. He had spent his years after university in His Majesty's Navy. That was how second-born sons were meant to bring their families pride. But now, with both his father and brother killed in a sudden accident, he became responsible for his mother, his two younger sisters, and an enormous quantity of land and the people living on it. He knew absolutely nothing about how to successfully do this. The only thing he did know was that he didn’t want to do it the way his father did. Everett didn’t take things lightly, so although it was not the position he wanted or imagined himself in, he would do it to the best of his ability, nonetheless. So, he packed up his life, sold his flat, and sent all his father's records to Rorchester. His mother and sisters could stay in the London home. There was no need to further disrupt their lives. But Everett knew the only way to learn about his duty and to do it well, was to be in Rorchester.

"Tell me you are kidding about Kip, Everett" Phil pleaded.

"He would be useful. I'm not certain you could claim the same" Everett challenged.

Phil scoffed. "My uses are far and beyond bookkeeping."

"Oh really? Such as…"

Phil stood thinking and then snapped his fingers in delight. "Entertainment. Who else will make sure you don't become some stuffy old Duke, wasting away in his grand estate? I'll keep you young and having fun…and getting laid" he smirked.

"You didn't seem to do such a great job of it for yourself."

Phil scoffed. "I've had to bid farewell to far too many women this week. I was bound to make a mistake here or there."

Everett chuckled. He adored Phil from the moment they met at University and he convinced him to cheat at a game of cards. They were both quite inebriated and their attempts did not go unnoticed. It only took a few hands before they were discovered, but Phil, keen as he was, noticed a split second before they were confronted. He shoved a fistful of winnings into his waistcoat, grabbed a bottle of scotch off a nearby table, and tugged Everett out the door.

They ran as fast as they could, twisting through alleyways and side streets. Everett can still remember how much his lungs burned with the exertion and how his cheeks ached with laughter. Eventually, they ducked into an empty doorway and hid out of sight until they were sure they were safe. It was then they opened the scotch and each took a long pull on the bottle. Phil emptied his pockets and they counted their winnings.

“You do realize that my father is a Duke, Philip. Money is not hard to come by. I easily could have bought a bottle of liquor,” Everett chuckled.

Phil shook his head, still counting their loot. “My father is the Earl of Barlington” His voice became low and stern, mimicking his father. “We’ve always been able to buy whatever we please, Everett. The point is”, he looked up meeting Everett’s eyes. “Liquor tastes better when stolen and a muff feels better when borrowed.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Now come on, Everett. Let's go to the brothel. I think we have just enough.”

“What is it?” Phil asked, taking in the faraway look on Everett’s face.

“Nothing. I was just remembering the day we met.”

Phil smirked, “Damn, I still have dreams about that blonde.”

“You do have a way of entertaining, I suppose. Although I’m rather shocked we made it without ever getting into trouble. Especially in the Navy.”

“We were officers in the Navy, Rett. The son of a Duke and an Earl at that. How much could they do to us?”

Everett shook his head, “The second son of a Duke and the third of an Earl. It may have gotten us out of a few jams at University but His Majesty’s Navy is an entirely different story.”

“Fair enough,” Phil stood, setting down his empty glass with a clang. “Now it’s our last night out in London for a good while. And you, my friend, are no longer the second son, but a Duke in his own right. Let's go out in the city and see how much we can get away with, eh?”

The following morning, Everett woke with a start. To be clear, it was not his first time waking that day, nor was it morning. Everett had already rose, dressed, and poured himself into a carriage headed for Rorchester. He remembered very little of this, other than his head throbbing painfully and the sun seeming exceedingly bright for the hour. It took only a moment before he was, once again fast asleep to the rumbling of the carriage.

The second time he woke, was half a day later when the carriage stopped at Greenwood Hall. Everett peeled his eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the lack of movement, and ran his hands through his thick brown hair. His large hand rubbed the scruff on his chiseled jaw that he had neglected to shave before departing. It was not the impression he had intended to make but when he recalled the night of revelry he enjoyed in his final night living in London, he could not say that he regretted his carelessness with his appearance. Everett’s muscles felt tight from the long journey and he took a moment to stretch his limbs. As he did so, he attempted to rouse Philip.

“We’re here, Phil”

Phil rolled over with a groan and buried his face.

Everett harshly nudged his leg. “We’re here. Get up!”

“Alright, alright. Clearly what the Duke says, goes.” He lifted his head with a gruff.

“Have you finished mocking me?”

Phil stretched with a smirk.

“I’m insulted! I would never challenge the commands of the Master of the House.”

“You are an ass,” Everett growled and exited the vehicle. He walked towards the house, taking in the staff waiting outside to meet him. It was a skeleton staff at this point, only the bare minimum until Phil had adjusted to what was needed and arranged for the necessary hiring.

Everett and Phil had brought their valets from London which would be plenty for the time being. In addition, there was a butler and housekeeper, cook, and several general maids together performing the tasks that a dozen or more staff would normally do. However, since the great house had remained closed up, outside the servants' quarters, that was enough.

Greenwood Hall was a grand hall of dark red brick accented with white stone entryways and windows. The hall was wide and flanked by a clock tower on one side and an orangery on the other. Behind the estate was one of the grandest gardens in all of England. It had been designed by Everett’s great-grandmother who deeply loved Rorchester and Greenwood Hall. He grew up hearing the stories, but never fully understood why his father had abandoned the hall. It’s true, this area was not wealthy. Everett had heard his father complain for years that the farmers were not successful in this area and the villages were poverty-stricken. It seemed an odd revelation to behold this grand empty hall presiding over it all.

Everett took a few moments to introduce himself to the staff and allowed the housekeeper, Edna Baker to show him through the parts of the hall that had been reopened for him.

“Unfortunately, due to the unexpected passing of the late Duke, we did not anticipate that the hall would be opening again so soon. I apologize that we were unable to have it ready for you, Your Grace.”

Everett shook his head. “No need to apologize, Ms. Baker. It was quite unexpected.”

The estate felt oddly familiar to Everett, but not recognizable. Almost the way you remember a dream immediately after waking but you can never quite get the full picture clear. It felt odd and he found himself drifting into a sort of daydream when Philip finally arrived from the car and joined them.

“This is quite a place, Rett.”

Everett nodded, taking in the scene as they strode up the stairs of the grand hall. The floors below were a bold black and white marble and the rich mahogany wood of the railings was shiny and smelled of fresh polish. They had made sure to clean and polish this area of the home so that it was presentable for his arrival. As the light shone through the rows of windows lining the front of the house, however, he could see the particles of dust floating through the air from years of inactivity. When they reached the second floor, Everett and Phil were each taken to their respective rooms where their valets had stored their belongings. Everett had asked not to be placed in the Duke’s former chambers. It felt odd to him to take over the bed his father and mother slept in, even if it was so many years ago.

“Is there anything I can get you, Your Grace?” Edna inquired.

“No thank you, Ms. Baker. I believe I will wash up and perhaps take a stroll in the gardens before dinner.”

“Very well, Your Grace.”

Phil stretched beside him. “I think I am going to rest a bit longer. I’ll be down for dinner.”

Everett nodded and turned to go but then stopped. “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil shrugged, “What for?”

“You’re a good friend, Phil. I know the decision to move out here and help me to get settled into….all of this. It was not an easy choice.”

“Sure it was.” Phil clapped Everett on the shoulder. “That’s what friends do, Everett.”

And with that, Everett and Phil parted ways, into their rooms.

After getting washed and shaved, Everett felt like a new man. He once again, wandered through Greenwood Hall, this time with fresh eyes. It wasn’t time for dinner and the weather was fine, so he exited onto the veranda to look out at the gardens.

The gardens covered acres of land and included a hedge maze, a pergola covered with roses and wisteria, flowering bushes, and a glass greenhouse for a winter garden.

Everett closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, lightly scented with the early spring buds beginning to blossom. He opened his eyes and looked out at the sky. It was startling the colors that he could pick up when he looked. There was orange and yellow, but red, pink, and purple too. He couldn't remember the last time he had paid any mind to the sky at dusk and realized just how lovely it truly is. But when he heard the screech of the old back door open, his eyes easily left the sky to study the woman exiting below.

She was wearing a long flowing dress and he could see she was thin but strong. Her hair was strawberry blonde and pulled back into a braid, although several strands had escaped and were flying wildly around her as an evening breeze blew in.

Everett was mesmerized by her, watching her walk purposefully across the narrow garden path and towards the forest. He had not even seen her face, but with each step she took away from him, a feeling of panic began to rise in his chest. He stared, fighting the urge to call out or run after her. He needed to stop her, but no words came. So he simply watched, until she was gone, disappearing into the trees.

Everett exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath. He instinctively clapped his large hand over his chest, feeling his heart wake up like a bear hibernating for a long winter and suddenly coming alive with the spring. Everett did not know exactly what this strange feeling of longing and regret was, but he knew one thing. He needed to find her.

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jadekitty777 · 1 year

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Exhibition

Fair Game Week is here and-!!! I AM NOT READY.

I have maybe four completed piece out of 7, but well, we’ll see if I can manage to pull a miracle outta my butt by the end of this xD

For now, enjoy?

Prompt for Day 1: Cultural Differences

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: Clover was extremely self-conscious about his ears. So why did he have so many pairs of earrings anyways? [Takes place directly after Chapter 6 of Hunting Season]

Ao3 Link: Exhibition

With a small hiss, Clover clipped the last earring in place, the magnetic pieces snapping together with a sharp pinch. After a few seconds, the sting lessened to just a constant pressure and he stood back, getting a good gander at his work.

Seven in each ear, a mixture of some of his best silver and green pairs. The first, right at the tip, was a matching set to his emblem, thumb-sized four-leaf clovers with light-and-dark green streaked malachite stones for the leaflets. The next set just a half inch below were some simple silver horseshoes.

Another inch or so was the start of the biggest piece - the same chain wrap that he’d used to make Qrow stumble a few weeks ago. The primary earring was a silver star with an emerald center. From its furthest point the chain began, tiny, silver stars interspaced in the links, leading to the end piece, which was a simple, spiky comet trail, with a random constellation of emerald gems embedded in the piece.

Dangling in between the shooting star, right in the center of the chain, was the fifth piece: little, silver crescent moons.

To complete the look was another pair placed only a half-inch apart - a silver feather and a peridot-eyed Kingfisher.

He tilted his head to the left, then the right, making sure everything was perfectly symmetrical. Then he reached up, tugging his ears until they were high above his head, before letting go.

The chains rattled heavily as they dropped immediately, ears angling downward demurely.

Clover nodded. He was ready.

Marrow was the only one in the break room. His tail was low; short, fast wags belaying his anxiety.

Or, Clover considered bemusedly as he watched the other man toss three sugar packs in a steaming cup, he needs to lay off the coffee.

“Good evening.” He announced as he crossed the room, dropping onto the couch.

“Oh, heya boss.” Marrow greeted jovially, turning to him. Tried and failed not to look at his ears. “...Ready for tonight I’m guessing?”

He heaved a sigh in return. “As I’ll ever be.”

A pause. “You could ask the General to excuse you?”

“Marrow.” Clover said very firmly, locking eyes with his recruit, “When your commander says he needs you, then he needs you. No questions asked. Got it?”

“Yeah but-! Ugh… yeah okay don’t give me the scary dad eyes.”

He fought down a chuckle. “Good.” He understood and appreciated his comrade’s concern, truly, but one night of handling the Atlas’ Elite's contemptuous intolerance in exchange for keeping his semblance in play during the discussion was a price he was willing to pay. He owed James that much.

(He didn’t, even for a moment, let himself consider that James was perhaps using Winter, Penny and himself as talking adornments to distract the council like rooks on a chessboard).

“All I need from you and the rest of the Ops tonight is to standby while we hash out the details.” He concluded.

“Yes sir.” Marrow conceded quietly, taking a sip of his drink. His nose wrinkled immediately, but he kept drinking it as if it were too much of a crime to throw out a single lien’s worth of cheap coffee.

Taking pity on him, Clover added, “Besides, I didn’t put on my finest jewels for a bunch of ugly codgers. I did it to test a myth.”

“A myth?”

“You know,” He led in with a pleased grin, “The one about whether crows actually like shiny things or not.”

Marrow groaned. “Oh Gods, I dunno who's worse, you or the kids.”

He cackled freely, unable to help it. Sometimes the rookie made it too easy.

But just as quickly as it was there, it was gone, noticing the way Marrow tried to hide his frown behind his cup.

“Go too far?” Clover guessed.

“What? No, no it’s not that! It’s just…” He half turned one way, then the other, as if he expected the shadows to jump out at him. “Permission to speak freely? Like, really freely?”

Okay, this wasn’t going any way he expected. But he’d known the other long enough to know he always meant well, even if he wasn’t the best at expressing it properly. So Clover stuck with a reassuring tone as he encouraged, “You always have that right.”

“It’s just - well.” His tail had started to wag, fast, agitated strokes. “I know I don’t understand this lovey-dovey stuff but, this thing with you and Qrow… are you sure he’s not…” Marrow winced, the word coming out like a croak, “Fetishing you?”

Clover blinked, leaning back.

Well.

It’s not like he hadn’t considered it himself, when he’d first met Qrow. He knew enough people like the renowned huntsman - successful, famous, idolized. Types that would use their clot to get things they wanted. How easy it was to stroke a fetish like bedding an ‘exotic Faunus’ and walk away, hands clean.

But, even if he did have any misgivings, after last night…

“For me? This? Us? It’s the real deal.”

There was nothing left to doubt.

Selfish men didn’t make declarations like that.

“I know he’s…” Clover started, trying to find the right word, “Tactless, sometimes. But when you really get to know him, he’s sincere and speaks from the heart. I know I can trust him.”

Marrow eyed him a few moments more, before nodding. “If you’re sure, then I won’t doubt you. I just want it to work out for you, you know? You deserve that.”

He smiled warmly. It was nice, having someone in his court. “Thanks Marrow.”

“Anytime sir.”

If there was anything to make Clover’s night, it was the moment Qrow caught sight of him.

The lobby area of the academy had a ceiling that was quite tall, and sounds echoed freely. So, they all heard the Vale team arriving from the elevator - the kids, particularly Nora and Yang, were loud. So there they all were, streaming out from the alcove into the main room, heading to the entrance that had been set as their designated meeting spot.

In the rear, as usual, was Qrow, already drifting sideways from the group, creating an unconscious distance. His head was turned, listening to something Oscar was going on about, when Ruby’s squeal of “Penny!” and subsequent burst of rose petals as she immediately closed the distance to crash into the android in a hug had him looking up.

Dusky red eyes met his, went wide as saucers - and then he stumbled nose first into one of the support pillars.

Clover covered his mouth to strife his laughter, while Marrow’s quiet, “Oh my gods.” from his left had him almost crying with glee.

“Seeing stars there, Uncle Qrow?” He faintly heard Yang roasting.

“Shut it Firecracker,” Qrow hissed back, rubbing his nose as they made their way over.

Alright, don’t bring attention to it. Be professional. Clover cleared his throat as everyone grouped up. “Nice to see everyone tonight. General Ironwood and Specialist Schnee are still on their way down, but the limos are out front and waiting. We’ll debrief on what to expect on the way over, but for now, you can feel free to get comfortable.”

Predictably, this brought about a varying degree of excitement.

“A real limo?!” Ruby wiggled. “Oh do you think they have snacks Yang?”

“We are literally going to a party with food.” Her sister deadpanned.

Weiss sighed, pushing her leader towards the doors. “It’s not that incredible, believe me.”

“The limo or the hor d'oeuvres?” And that was Blake, almost dismissively bored.

“Both.”

As the others started to follow, Oscar paused for just a moment. “Are you coming Qrow?”

“Uh, I’ll catch up. You guys have fun.”

“I think the real one having fun’ll be-”

“Nora.” Ren stressed.

“What?! We were all thinking it.”

“No.” Jaune placed his hands together, probably praying for a mind erasure. “No I was not.”

The rest of the young hunters’ conversations melded and trickled off as they piled out the doors. Clover nodded to his own team. “You guys can go as well. I’ll wait.”

“Mhm, sure. Enjoy that Captain.” Harriet replied, her teasing painfully transparent.

Elm, thank her soul, steered the shorter girl towards the exit before her fast mouth could get her into trouble. “Come on Hare, let ‘em be.”

If any one of them said more, it was all lost behind the closing of the doors.

And then Qrow was on him, whirling around and crossing the distance faster then he could blink. “You’re killing me here Clubs.”

The laughter Clover was trying to contain burst out of him, joyful and loud. He tilted into the other’s touch as Qrow cupped his face in his hands, one index finger sweeping under the kingfisher and feather in his left ear. “Guess you like ‘em then huh?”

“Don’t be a little shit.” Qrow jabbed with no malice. “Seriously though, now I gotta think of how to one-up this.”

He placed his hands on the slim man’s waist, dragging him forward. “What are you gonna do? Come to the next debrief with no pants this time?”

“Tch, doesn’t work if you’ve already seen that.”

“They didn’t come all the way off.” He rolled his thumbs against protruding hipbones, practically purring, “I’ve bet you got some killer legs.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Qrow’s voice had dropped an octave, before he tipped his chin up, lips meeting his.

Clover shut his eyes, humming pleasantly as he pressed into it. Shivered as long fingers danced along the length of one of his ears, lightly flicking the pointed tip right above where the clover piece was.

Immediately, he felt the frown against his mouth as Qrow met a resistance that wasn’t supposed to be there. He pulled back, eyes suspicious. “These are heavy.”

“Yeah.” Clover replied, trying not to make it seem like a big deal, even as shame curled in his gut. “There’s gravity dust in the magnets. Keeps them… in place.”

A lot of other Faunus who had ears higher up on their heads, like Blake, had more practical uses for the gimmick, as with enough weight one could pin their ears down against their skull and have them disappear in their hairline. Clover just used it to mislead people.

“Clover…”

He covered Qrow’s hand, the one still against his cheek, with one of his own, murmuring guiltily, “Tonight has to go well.”

At a bit of a loss, Qrow’s eyes flicked about, between his face and the ears that told him nothing, and finally conceded with a grumbled, “James better appreciate the fuck outta you.”

Clover laughed so hard he was weezing, tension rushing out of him. “He does, you jerk.” He peppered the insult with a kiss. “But he’s not the reason I’m wearing them. It just makes things easier, is all. Most times, I’m not doing it for anyone but myself anyways.”

“Because you don’t like them?”

“More like I don’t like the attention. Or giving people more of an excuse than they already have.” It wasn’t like it took much.

Shortly after Beacon’s fall, when it became clear the White Fang was involved, Faunus Opinion was at an all time low. It became so bad, that for a while he couldn’t go one day without something headlining the evening news. More and more places had started to refuse service to Faunus. Faunus-friendly or owned establishments were coming under attack through vandalizing, stealing, and arsoning. Dissenting lobbyists began to rally, trying to use the public’s fear to push their agenda through. Layoffs and unemployment for Faunus climbed to an all time high. A child beaten into a coma by his schoolmates just for having bull horns like Adam Taurus.

Between that and the buckling secret of Salem, Clover had barely been able to keep himself on sure footing.

But, the one thing he never forgot - regardless of Robyn or Nick’s opinion - was the importance of his position. As a leader and a Faunus in power, he had a duty to his team, the citizens and his people to carry on with his head held high and his demeanor in check. To be firm in his words but gentle in his delivery. To react cordially to dissenters and not retaliatory. To appear polished and pretty but non-threatening.

He knew if he had even a half-second of weakness, just a moment where he toed too out of line in the public eye, then the news casters would drag his name through the mud so fast, the many medals he had in his name would get lost in the sludge.

So the events he did attend - if they allowed him to at all - he played his part. And he knew not to get comfortable, because with tensions rising once more after Tyrian’s slaughter, things might just be about to get a whole lot worse.

“You shouldn’t have to.” Qrow growled. “To-to do all this just… for every other fucking person.” Yet, to Clover’s surprise, instead of continuing on his rant as he’d seen him so many times before for other topics, he looked away, mumbling, “Not that I should be running my mouth when I’m not a part of it.”

Like last night, he felt his heart warm. This man was too endearing for his own good. “Hey, just because you don’t understand it all, doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear what you think.” He tilted Qrow’s chin up. “Honestly, the fact you support me means the world to me.”

An ever-so slight rosy touch came to Qrow’s cheeks that was just too adorable not to kiss. So Clover did.

He may have continued further, if not for the tell-tale ding of an arriving elevator and the familiar click-clack of Winter’s heels and the step-clank of James’ footsteps that had him pulling away.

Likewise, Qrow stepped a respectable distance back as well. It was one thing to have family or teammates teasing them - it was another situation altogether if their boss - temporary or otherwise - caught them. The one selfish thing Clover was keeping were his missions with Qrow.

“Oh, one last thing to keep in mind?” He said as they waited.

“Hm?”

He gave him a wink. “I dolled myself up with you on my mind first, Stardust.”

Luckily, Qrow had no time for a rebuttal beyond a flabbergasted grunt.

In a matter of hours, everything had gone wrong.

A dead man had turned the heat off.

The wall had further collapsed.

Grimm were all over Mantle.

Salem’s attack on Atlas had officially begun.

“This is Harriet with Ace Manta, checking in.” Harriet said into the airship’s radio. “We’re on route to downtown.”

“Copy that Ace Manta. Your way is clear.” Air control reported. “Teryxs have been spotted in airspace. Remain vigilant.”

Clover stepped between the pilot and co-pilot chairs, speaking up so he could be heard clearly. “This is Captain Clover. What is the status of the rest of the fleet?”

His left ear, free of weight, perked up as the response came, “All ships have already dispersed and deployed their soldiers to provide ground cover in critical areas. Most are now moving onto evacuation efforts, sir.”

“Good. Keep a squadron of fighter aircraft in action on the lower district and tell them to fire in the sky at will. We need to keep that line and hold it.” He replied as he unclipped the earrings on his right ear.

“Understood. May the Brothers be with you all.” Was the final blessing before the transmission cut off.

The last of the earrings, the Kingfisher, was pulled off, and his right ear joined his left in position, angled up and slightly forward. Alert. Confidant. “Alright Harriet, bring us in.” He turned to the rest of the group, nodding to the benches. “Take a seat. This ride might get rough. For the rest of us who don’t have one, Weiss and Elm, keep us steady.”

Unsurprisingly, the chairs were freely offered to the younger members first.

As everyone got settled, Qrow sidled up to him, looking stern and serious.

Despite the situation, Clover couldn’t help but give one ear a flap to catch his attention. All those weeks ago, he started doing it just to tease him; now it felt more like a greeting.

It also did the job of bringing some light to Qrow’s face, no matter how small. “Heh. Liked the gussying up Clubs, but I think I prefer ‘em like this.”

He knew he didn’t mean the jewelry.

“Lucky me.” He drawled with a grin of his own.

He pocketed his earrings away and though they felt as heavy as the looming atmosphere of battle, Clover had never felt more ready to hold it all up.

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HSMTMTS 3x06 Review

Color War was the funniest ep of the season and set us up for the final arcs of the season. Let’s dig in!

The jokes were on fire tonight. Corbin telling Ricky his confession footage would be airing unless he praised Nickelodeon was my favourite line of the night. The sly bit about the colour war being so similar to the old Disney channel games was a close contender

It was wild to finally see the Camp Rock song they had released before the season premiered. It’s been quite odd how little they’ve used Meg Donnelly’s voice. One thing the song made clear is that someone on the writing staff realizes that Adrian Lyles has the strongest voice of the male cast; it really shines through tonight with the direct juxtaposition with Joshua Bassett’s voice

Nice to see Jet really get into the games to try and help fix things with Maddox but it’s realistic that she’s wary of how much he’s changed. Not really sure how Jet could have mistaken Maddison for a guys name but at least he’s not homophobic. Certainly Jet and Maddox have been much more well developed then any of the new characters introduced in S2 although it may not end up mattering at all if they don’t appear in S4. The only real plausible way to keep Jet around would be to have him transfer to East High since he could expelled but it’s pretty absurd to move two states over for high school and then what would be the excuse to send Maddox, who is presumably not expelled, to East High

The writers realized they went a little too far with Ricky and his feelings for Gina last ep so now he’s back to acting appropriately and for the moment not interfering with Portwell. Not to mention he continues to give Jet good advice to help fix things with Maddox but does so without overstepping. Seems obvious that his big idea is for Jet to bring Maddison back for the Prom so her and Maddox can set things aright

It’s always been extremely obvious when the writers are working backwards from a desired endpoint; they’ve never cared or been able to hide their plot contrivances. Clearly they’re working backwards from a Portwell breakup by the end of the season. And with proper set up and pacing they could have set it up. Instead we’re getting a rushed mess. Even for teenagers it just doesn’t make sense for a seemingly solid relationship to fall apart in a week or so. Certainly they have issues but they have less than a week left at camp which means the end of the major drain on EJ’s time and focus. And EJ does have a point that this documentary succeeding is probably his only chance to convince his dad to let him stay in Salt Lake which is also what Gina wants

But of course, the spark has to be gone because the plot demands it and Ricky is eagerly waiting in the wings. The no dates to prom rule is laughable. Just go as a couple! Who’s going to stop them? What even would be the consequences?

I was really happy to see the progress with Ashlyn’s story line tonight and her realization at the end that she has a crush on Val. Also neat to learn that Ashlyn is Jewish, must be from her mother’s side of the family

Wild that this is the second time someone was knocked out and had a fantasy musical sequence with an original High School Musical cast member before Carlos slaps them awake

Nice to see Miss Jenn again. Depending on how things shake out for EJ after this season, this may have been a final farewell between them

I actually thought Mike Bowen gifting Ricky a piece of moon rock was a sweet gift especially since he knows all about Ricky’s bucket list. Though I still don’t get how Ricky could be turning 18 before he even starts his 12th grade year. Here in the barren northlands the earliest you could turn 18 would be the January of your 12th grade year ie. well after it’s already started

Looking Ahead:

It’s interesting that they’ve gone the route of Ricky knowing that the confession was caught on camera rather than just having the audience know. I would assume that the confession ties into a cliffhanger of sorts at the end of S3. Since Ricky knows he was filmed there’s really only two ways to play it: Ricky confesses to Gina before the film would be played (or at least before he thinks it’s going to be played) or Ricky attempts to destroy the footage which backfires somehow and leads to Gina seeing it

Since it looks likely that Maddox and Maddison get back together at the Prom, there’s a good chance that the Prom is where Portwell breaks up or at least leads directly to it since the angst would be well balanced with joy

Jet helping Maddox with Maddison will probably do the trick the reconcile them which is also a way to wrap up their story arc in case they’re never seen again

I don’t think they’re gonna have Redlyn breakup since that would fall perilously close to the cheating bisexual trope but it should be an interesting conversation between them when he eventually shows up

As an aside, it’s interesting that the Rina leaker has had very accurate information about the events of the season but has been off on the timing a few times now. It suggests that they didn’t have direct access to the scripts or at least didn’t have direct access to all of them

Until next week, Wildcats

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Attempted Rape || Donnie - Blue Raspberry, Part III “...I want you to live a long, long life with scars to remember me by.”

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- Attempted S/A. All characters involved are teenagers. The event is not glamorized and is discussed and described as something reprehensible. It doesn’t go beyond the attempt. - A character who is a teenager briefly reflects on their sexuality and sexual experiences. The descriptions are vague. If any of this subject matter is upsetting to you, I urge you to please, please put yourself first and read responsibly. General Author’s Note: I'm sorry this took so long! I was extremely sick for a few weeks, and on top of it writing this was very, very difficult and emotionally taxing for me in a way I'm not sure I can properly articulate. I didn't want to shy away from the reality of peer-on-peer sexual violence between teenagers, but at the same time I tried to write in a way that's respectful to the subject matter. I'm scared that I didn't accomplish that in the end but know that I had to do a lot of staring in the mirror. I remember seeing a lot of things when I was a teenager that deeply bothered me so I had to go digging deep into those repressed memories! Man I really did go to a rough high school.

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Donnie lost track of his brothers hours ago, but their absence wasn't a concern this time. He was hacking the sound system to play his preferred playlists. This sight would have been unthinkable before the Krang invasion, but nowadays, the world was all kinds of weird. It was a blended yōkai-human teen party in the Hidden City, and technically, the Hamato brothers were crashing it, along with most of the party-goers crowding the mansion. He didn’t know who the host was, only that when he and his brothers had heard about the event through the grapevine, they couldn't refuse.

“C’mon, we’ve never gone to a party before!” Leo begged Raph.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please?” Mikey grabbed Raph’s ankle and was dragged along the floor.

“I desire a night of debauchery!” Donnie shouted.

“We’ve had parties before,” said Raph.

“Yeah, with just family,” said Leo. “That’s boring. This is a teens-only event!”

“You know some moron is gonna bring alcohol, and we’re underage,” Raph said with satisfaction, as if that settled the matter.

“We won’t touch the stuff,” said Mikey.

“I just want to show off my dance moves,” said Donnie. “I have no interest in intoxication. For the moment.”

“Raph, this is our chance to do something normal teenagers do,” said Leo. “We’re not gonna be the weirdest ones there, and there are already yōkai, so we don't have to use the costume excuse.”

“Please, please, please!” Mikey begged.

Raph rolled his eyes with a sigh and caved. He came along as their chaperone, but when Donnie last saw him, Raph was showing off his diving skills to the crowd and drinking a whole carton of apple juice without pouring it out.

The party was wild, even by teenage standards, and, in line with Raph’s expectations, it was pretty obvious that someone had handed out alcohol at some point. Yōkai teens knew how to go crazy, which was attributable to the looser laws of the Hidden City. The humans who tagged along for the event poured in through a portal in the living room and would probably be too hungover in the morning to remember anything. No one seemed to know who the host was, only that the mansion could fit five lairs, and the music made ears bleed.

Donnie leaned over the balcony, catching a glimpse of Leo, who was surrounded by a crowd of both humans and yōkai. He was spinning a hilarious anecdote, and the audience was roaring with laughter. The sight was surreal, almost like a peek into their lives if they went to a regular school. Leo was basking in the attention, and it stirred a satisfying warmth in Donnie's chest - something akin to pride. After everything they'd been through, Leo deserved to have some time off.

"Hey, there you are!" Mikey hopped up onto the balcony with a flip, perched on the rail and swinging his legs. "I've heard this song like, five times now, and I know it's one of your favorites," he said.

"What a strange but welcome coincidence," Donnie drawled.

"So you're not hacking the sound system, forcing everyone to listen to your tunes?"

"Gasp! You dare accuse me of music-related crimes?!"

"If I were, would you consider committing a music-related crime in my name?"

"...Depends on what kind of reward I could expect."

"How about free hugs?"

"Psh, those cost nothing. Literally, that's why they're free. What else you got?"

"My unending gratitude and love."

Donnie rolled his eyes. "I suppose I could provide a free sample...okay, Miguel, name your request."

"I'm Blue."

"Absolutely not."

"Donnie, if you play I'm Blue, I guarantee that Leo will start dancing to it! It'll make him happy, it'll make me happy!"

"I'm thinking of rescinding music requests."

"Donnie, I'm begging you! I need to hear it!"

Mikey latched onto his arm and shook. Donnie groaned. Only for Mikey.

“You’re lucky you’re my favourite brother,” said Donnie.

“I am?!” Mikey asked. “Do you mean that, Dee?!”

“Nevertheless, I am going to make myself scarce to somewhere quieter to get away from it.

Donnie put on I’m Blue, and no sooner had the singer started singing about a guy living in a blue world when he saw Leo bob his head. He said something else that made his audience laugh. Then the chorus started and he was dancing so horribly that Donnie averted his eyes. Mikey whooped and egged him on.

“I’m not related, I’m not related, I’ve never seen him before in my life, we’re not even the same species,” Donnie chanted under his breath.

He retreated inside the house, away from the raunchy partygoers and deafening music. While Leo entertained the guests, it was an excellent opportunity to do some light snooping. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to sneak around in a yokai mansion. The house resembled a human home, albeit with more mystical objects and scientific marvels lying around. Donnie wondered if the host's parents knew about the party.

His feet crunched on discarded snacks as he mapped out the house. His scans picked up an abundance of abnormal energy signatures, which he could analyze later as a perfect late-night activity. Donnie found himself in an empty office with large windows overlooking the party. The room was deserted and untouched by the partygoers. It was an impressive office, all things considered, with bookcases populated by rare books and an impressive portrait of a moth yokai hung over a fireplace. A self-congratulatory self-portrait, perhaps. Donnie scanned the books and found most of them uninteresting. However, some appeared to be printed fan fiction, which he took photos of for blackmail material.

As he turned to leave, the beats of "I'm Blue" died down, and he took two steps before someone cranked his arm behind his back, and something sharp jabbed into his neck. Donnie struggled, half-expecting to hear one of his brothers burst out laughing, telling him he was too jumpy.

Instead, he caught a whiff of the scent of blue raspberry.

Donnie glimpsed the person holding him reflected in the portrait's glass. Kendra flashed him a wicked smile and said with casual flair, “Hey, Donnie.”

Donnie plunged into ice water. He fought and pulled; she wasn’t strong, he could still pull away—Then he looked in the reflection and saw that it was her bionic pinky finger jabbed at his throat, transformed into a sharp knife.

Kendra’s reflection grinned horribly and she shoved him into the waiting arms of Jeremy. Stupid, he was so stupid. He’d felt eyes on him during the party and assumed they were from the other partiers, should’ve known the eyes of the enemy when they were trained on him. Should’ve felt Kendra’s stare anywhere. It was a unique sensation, a cold prickle that climbed up his spine, and he hadn’t recognized it.

In the year since he’d last seen Jeremy, he’d gotten taller, broader, stronger. Donnie was ready to fight, but Kendra had caught him off-guard and his senses hadn’t caught up yet, and Jeremy seized him in a hard arm lock from behind. Donnie’s feet lifted off the ground as he fought back, then couldn’t without threatening to snap his bones in half.

“Geez, I can’t believe you were right,” said Jeremy.

“Of course I was right,” said Kendra. “I knew the moment I saw your stupid ass brother that you couldn’t be far behind.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that, they’re all stupid,” said Donnie.

Donnie kicked Jeremy’s shin. No reaction. Jeremy pulled Donnie into a full-on hold, grabbing him from under the armpits and locking his hands behind Donnie’s head. His lower body flailed in the air, trying to land a good kick at Kendra as she gawked with wide, adrenaline-fueled eyes.

“Kendra, can we just go?” It was Jase’s voice. Jase stood by the door, looking nervous and off-balance. A light insult in his direction would be enough to push him over.

“Ugh, why are you always such a fucking coward?” Kendra demanded. “Christ, I’m not letting this go this time.”

“Oh, how long are you gonna hold a grudge?” Donnie demanded. “Not to mention, you owe me!”

“Owe you?!”

“I saved your life! I could’ve left you to the Foot Clan.”

“That doesn’t count, Donnie. Besides, I could’ve done the same.”

“Kendra, I think we should really just go,” said Jase. “His brothers are literally right outside.”

“Yeah, and too busy being show-offs to care.”

“What are you doing here, Kendra?” Donnie demanded.

“What the hell does it look like? I was just enjoying the party until you came along. I could practically see your forehead over the heads of the crowd.”

“I knew I should’ve killed you when I got the chance.”

“Well, you fucked that up. Hey, nice stick, by the way. Is it new? I liked the old one better.”

Kendra picked up his bō, twirling it with the haphazard care of someone who had never handled one before. Sweat formed on the back of his neck before Jeremy's hot breath dried it up. The familiar buzz of anxiety clouded his thoughts, and he watched Kendra examine the smooth wood of his bō with an unflinching stare. A few hundred pounds of dismay dropped into Donnie’s stomach.

He knew the look on her face, knew her well. He recognized the satisfied smirk of Kendra cooking up a new way to be unrepentantly evil, knew the smirk that grew into a toothy grin, creating a deep cleft in Donnie’s chest. His breathing increased, but his throat constricted, barely allowing oxygen to fill his anxiety-filled lungs. He felt like he was about to drown on dry land.

“Oh, I got a horrible idea,” Kendra announced, and she laughed, darkness gathering in her eyes. “Damn, I might actually be evil after all. Jeremy, keep holding him.”

“Kendra?” Jase said.

“Shut up, Jase, and watch the door.”

“What are you—”

“I said watch the fucking door!”

Jase turned and did as instructed.

“Ever the good little follower, huh?” Donnie rasped out. He could taste the bitterness on his tongue.

Kendra tightened her grip on Donnie's throat, forcing both him and Jeremy to fall to the ground. Donnie's panic reached a fever pitch, desperate to escape her grasp. In his frenzy, he would have gladly hurled himself through the nearby glass window. In the very peripheral of his vision, he saw Leo surrounded by his posse, ignorant of what was happening. Donnie couldn’t fathom how Leo’s world was expanding when his was ending.

Donnie clawed at Jeremy’s arms before he locked up his arms, facing him towards Kendra. Her hand touched Donnie’s hip. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but the room was pitching. Dread punched into his gut and released chilling adrenaline. Donnie screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would lock out the sensation of Kendra pressing against him, pressing against his knees, pressing them apart—

He realized what was coming, what she wanted. Humiliation. It wasn’t enough hurting him. Exposing him. She wanted everything. His identity. His dignity. Shutting his eyes amplified her presence, made her wretched touch burn on his skin like she was holding it against hellfire. No matter where he went, what he did, Kendra could insert her presence into it, blow her breath on his cheek. Donnie pressed his cheek against the shoulder of Jeremy’s windbreaker, digging his nails into his palms until hot blood ran down his wrists.

“Kendra—” Donnie’s voice stumbled, struggled over words, wound them up tight. He didn’t recognize his voice. He wrenched one leg away from her, pressed his calf up against her sternum. “Kendra, think about this—”

“Keep begging, Donnie, you know I like it,” said Kendra.

“Kendra, please—”

Liquid ice pumped through Donnie’s vein. He froze, despite every ounce of willpower screaming at him to fight. Kendra’s hands were a curse that nullified his body, made him dizzy with fear. She pushed his calf aside and ran a cautious hand up the length of his long legs. Extending her bionic pinky finger, she transformed it into a small knife, not even big enough to cut vegetables. Only enough to cut him.

He thought for a horrifying moment that she was going to slice his shorts right off. Although she didn’t, what she did do was nevertheless awful. Kendra insert the blade into the meat of inner thigh and carved.

Stars went supernova in the black of Donnie’s eyelids. He decided to keep them open, the lesser of two evils. At least with his eyes open he saw what was coming, see what Kendra was doing. He bit his tongue on the pain, then couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out, jerking his leg until Kendra held it steady with crushing force. Maybe he could still fight, kick her while she was distracted, bite Jeremy on the arm, but his body froze, couldn’t and didn’t move.

“Kendra,” Donnie said.

“Relax, I’m just marking my territory,” said Kendra.

“Just kill me.”

“I’m not gonna kill you, Donnie. On the contrary, I want you to live a long, long life with scars to remember me by. In fact, I hope you meet the love of your life, so they can see this and know that I got to you first.”

A sudden spike of pain made Donnie jolt. Kendra drove the blade in deep, slicing with the confidence of someone who wanted to make the scars last. Against his better judgment, Donnie looked down and saw the outlines of bleeding letters.

His chest was heaving, but he couldn’t intake oxygen, and he had little choice but to rest his head against Jeremy’s shoulder and stare at the ceiling. Raph’s awkward sex talks flooded back to him, and despite his confidence in the power of science, he couldn’t—he wanted to remember what Raph had said, what had Raph said about this? Just say no? No, he’d said to fight. Donnie’s body wouldn’t cooperate, he couldn’t even though it should be so, so simple to crush Kendra’s head between his knees and throw her off. Raph made it sound so easy.

He’d never thought about sex before, not seriously. It was a biological urge, a distraction to be dealt with behind closed doors. Donnie had never—well, not with someone else. He ran through the process in his mind, struggled to remember Raph’s awkward sex talks, realized that technical knowledge didn’t make up for lack of experience. Shit, Kendra was turning him inside out.

Donnie made a strangled, awful sob when Kendra moved onto his other leg. He felt he might pass out. He needed to breathe yet his chest was cluttered with heaving cries. His face was wet. Donnie couldn’t tell it was sweat or tears. Both tasted salty. His gaze travelled and locked with Jase standing by the door and he was looking at him with open fear and Donnie had to pull his eyes away with shame.

“Hey, Jase, get a picture of this,” Kendra said.

“I…” Jase was holding onto the doorknob with white-knuckled strength.

“C’mon, don’t be an ass!”

“I gotta go.”

Jase bolted out the door.

“Fucking typical!” Kendra huffed. “Fine, I’ll do it myself. Take a good, long look, Donnie.”

Donnie stared at the ceiling panels. They were a deep onyx, almost reflective.

“I said LOOK!”

Kendra seized him by the back of his neck and forced his gaze down, at the words she’d written, one on each inner thigh. Donnie could barely read them through a watery film and he watched tears make a long journey from his eyes to the floor.

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“So I said, ‘You really shouldn’t play too much faith in atoms.’ And so Donnie—that’s my stupid brother—he was like, why not? And I said, ‘Because atoms make up everything!’”

Leo’s audience, a collection of both human and yōkai teens, some drunk, some not, roared with canned laughter, although the joke was pretty terrible even by his standards. For the moment, Leo didn’t care. He was in his element, a true extrovert’s paradise, at the centre of a gaggle of people whose names he didn’t remember at a party at an address he couldn’t recall. It was the epitome of the teenage experience, a night of mindless debauchery and Splinter didn’t even know where they were.

It was liberating. Living in the sewers often felt like living in a prison. Sure, they had the Hidden City to retreat to, but Leo liked sunshine and crowded beaches, and not getting stared at, and it was hard to replicate the feeling of the sun on his face when the Hidden City was so deeply entrenched underground in more way than one. He wanted to go to movies without wearing a disguise, and sometimes—though he would never admit it—he even wanted to go to school.

But tonight, the human and yōkai teens around him didn’t care about that. They didn’t care about appearances, or who lived on what surface. No one cared and the freedom tasted mesmerizing.

The crowd was still in the middle of laughter when Leo caught an unexpected movement out of the corner of his eye and his smile caught. A hand grabbed his arm.

“Wait, I know you,” Leo said, turning to the new face.

It wasn’t new, though. It was Jase.

“You need to help Donnie,” said Jase, before Leo could say anything.

“What?”

“You need to help Donnie.”

Ice crystals formed in his veins. The audience was still laughing over nothing. It didn’t matter anymore, the popularity, the stories, the stares of admiration. He thought about Donnie, about Jase. About the common thread that linked both of them together.

Where was Donnie?

It had been a while since he’d seen Donnie. He scanned the balcony where he’d last seen him and saw nothing.

“Where?” Leo asked.

“Office, second floor.” Jase pointed to the house. “It’s on the left—”

Leo was running before Jase could even finish his sentence. He didn’t even take the stairs, just crawled up a pillar and over the railing of the balcony. There was only one way Jase would be here. Donnie hadn’t sent out an emergency distress beacon, but Leo hit the one on his belt, anything to get Mikey and Raph’s attention when he couldn’t spare the time to go looking for them in the crowd.

He shoved past some party-goers and ran.

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Kendra's fingers seared hot on his throat as she gave his windpipe a tight squeeze. Black spots erupted in Donnie's vision, pulling him into the void. He tried to decide if being unconscious would be better, but Kendra took that away from him too and loosened her grip for him to breathe. Perhaps that's what she wanted—for him to remember.

"Jeremy, do you want to go first, or should the stick go first?" Kendra asked conversationally.

"I'll go after the stick," said Jeremy.

"Just don't get pissed if you get a splinter."

Kendra reached for his bō, and Donnie desperately wanted to fold together like origami paper, to hide small, vulnerable fissures growing wider and wider in his flesh.

BANG.

Hope literally broke down the door.

Leo looked like a saviour when he stepped over the threshold, a long-awaited hero here to slay the dragon and rescue him. Donnie gasped out his name, "Leo!" and watched in satisfaction as angered surprise appeared on Kendra, hardening her, tight with fury at the interruption.

Leo froze. He took in the sight in front of him - Jeremy holding Donnie from behind, Kendra between his legs, his bō in her hand. They all just stared for a long while as Donnie watched everyone calculate their next move.

Something horrible happened to Leo's face. Stormy rage gathered and exploded. He drew a katana in a single move.

He and Kendra were two gunslingers at high noon, and Kendra held up her bionic finger at the exact same time. A powerful blast ripped through the room, and Leo leapt to the side to avoid a white hot laser beam. Kendra must've taken his advice about the heat sink. The arms holding Donnie let go. Jeremy was gone. Donnie scrambled back, crying out, and then - glass shattered. He glimpsed Kendra standing in front of the broken window, and their gazes caught in the moments before she leapt out. When they did, she smirked something awful and blew a kiss.

By the time Leo got to his feet, Kendra and Jeremy had both leapt out the window, both with katanas drawn. Donnie saw the intention in his face to pursue them, to leave him.

"Leo?" Donnie said, unable to keep the hysterical note out of his voice. "Leo?!"

The call worked. Leo rushed back to Donnie.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Leo exclaimed. "Donnie, are you alright? Holy shit!"

Donnie didn't get time to answer when Raph barrelled in through the door, followed shortly by Mikey.

"What the hell is going on?!" Raph asked.

"Raph, I need you to take Donnie home," said Leo. He sliced a portal through the wall. "Mikey, you're with me."

"What? What's going on?"

"Take. Donnie. Home!"

No argument, no leeway. Donnie's senses were alight with panic, and he saw Mikey and Raph's eyes flick to the blood pooling on the ground beneath him. He saw the argument die in Raph's eyes as he scooped him off the ground and they dove through the portal.

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They lost the Purple Dragons so quickly it was almost comical. Leo spent what felt like an eternity leading Mikey around the area surrounding the mansion, searching for any sign of them, but came up empty-handed. Kendra had made a speedy escape, and when they returned to the party to find Jase, he had also vanished. He had enough of a conscience to call for help when Donnie needed it, but apparently felt guilty enough to make himself scarce when Leo started looking for him. It was as simple as that.

Leo couldn't stop trembling. He felt like a newborn child, bombarded with sights, sounds, and sensations, his senses screaming at him from all sides. He felt like he might be sick. He felt like a failure.

He had failed Donnie. He had made a silent promise to never let this happen to Donnie again, and yet it had occurred right under his nose.

"Leo?" Mikey said.

Leo looked up. He and Mikey were lingering outside the mansion's gates, where he paced, restless and eager for action. His katanas were out, but he couldn't seem to keep a firm grip on them.

"Leo, what happened?" Mikey asked.

He hadn't told Mikey what happened, hadn't told him what he saw, only that they were looking for the Purple Dragons. He didn't need to know the rest, didn't need to be subjected to what Leo had witnessed. Donnie wouldn't want that.

"Leo, what happened?" Mikey repeated.

"You don't need to know," said Leo.

"But something happened to Donnie, right? And the Purple Dragons were involved?"

"Yeah."

"So what happened?"

Leo didn't have an answer he desperately wanted to give Mikey. He paced back and forth on the street, restless, desperate to take action.

“Do you know where Kendra lives?” Leo asked suddenly.

“No?” said Mikey. “Donnie would know that. Should I call—”

“Don’t call him, for fuck’s sake!”

“Leo, you’re scaring me a little here. What’s going on?”

“It’s not important. What’s important is tracking down the Purple Dragons.”

“Leo, look around us. They got away.”

“They didn’t! We just need to look a bit longer—”

“We’re not gonna find them like this! We need Donnie’s help.”

“No, we’re not involving Donnie! Not in this, not with anything to do with those fucking psychopaths!”

Breathless, Leo leaned a hand against the wall and rubbed his eyes. Mikey set a hand on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, resigned.

“We can’t do anything here,” said Mikey. “Let’s go home and see what’s happening.”

Leo didn’t want to face what awaited them back at the lair. He didn’t tell Mikey that, but Mikey must’ve seen it in his eyes because he squeezed hard.

Leo cut the portal into the wall a little more ferociously than he intended, and the cool sensation of stepping through it wasn’t relieving like it usually was. He had to let Mikey push him a little to step all the way through, and when he did, it was to yelling.

The common room was always a mess, but it looked like a bloody hurricane had ripped through in their absence. The crimson trail ended at the open doors to the medbay, where Raph stood with his hands up, and Splinter was off to the side with long lines of stress cracking his face.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Donnie screamed from the medbay.

A drawer of medical equipment flew over Raph’s head, scattering across the floor with a metallic clutter. Splinter turned to Leo and Mikey.

“Blue, what is going on?” Splinter asked.

“Donnie, you need to let me check you for injuries—” Raph ducked as a scalpel flew out. “Geez, Donnie, I’m not trying to hurt you! It’s Raph!”

“I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t CARE!” Donnie yelled, voice cracked and broken. “I don’t care, just stay away!”

“Donnie’s resisting treatment?” Leo asked. The question had a dual purpose. Dodge his father’s question. Try to lighten the mood.“He always was a bad patient.”

“Leonardo, what happened?” Splinter asked again.

“The Purple Dragons happened,” said Leo.

“What?”

Leo peered around the corner. He’d seen Donnie at his worse, seen him throw tantrums and lose his shit, but this was a whole other level. It was full on ugly-crying, eyes looking past and not at Leo, a wild animal kicked into survival mode. Crimson ran down his legs, but Leo scarcely had time to look before Donnie seized a chair and lifted it over his shoulder, ready to swing. A full body-tremble running through Donnie made the chair shake too, made him unsteady on his feet.

Injured animals were the most dangerous. Leo didn’t want to see where the blood ended, to let his mind go to the worst case scenario. He wanted to huddle in a corner and cry, but when he caught Raph’s look, he saw that he was near tears. Helpless. Raph had done all the tending, all the caring when they were growing up, when Splinter was too lost within himself. It was Leo’s turn.

“Donnie, stop throwing things before you take someone’s head off,” Leo said.

“Leave me alone!” Donnie screamed.

Leo leapt out of the way to avoid getting smacked by an airborne chair. Donnie then seized another.

“That’s the last chair in the room, Donnie,” said Leo. “If you throw that, you’re out of ammo.”

Crazed, Donnie swung the chair, prepared to strike, tears running down his face and dripping off his chin. Leo slid into the room.

“It’s just me,” said Leo. “We’re home now. I know it’s really tempting to throw furniture at this face, but please don’t.”

Donnie swung the chair, grazing Leo.

“Donnie, I’m gonna take the chair from you because you might hurt yourself.”

Another swing. Leo caught it that time, held the chair tight as Donnie fought against him.

“Don’t!” Donnie demanded. “Don’t!”

“Donnie, focus! It’s me, your stupid brother Leo! You’re at home!”

Donnie let out a loud sniff, stared at Leo’s chest. His body was shaking so badly that Leo felt it rattling through the chair.

There was a long moment that pushed past the incoherent terror in Donnie’s eyes. He looked away, ashamed, stared at the blood on the floor, the chair in his hands, the way Leo took the chance to grab firmly onto his hand, the sweat, the silent hum of the overhead lights, Raph’s rapid breathing from behind Leo.

Donnie’s hand was clammy and cold to the touch, and Leo remembered the morning they’d first brought him home after he’d first been kidnapped by the Purple Dragons, how he looked like another being, how much this Donnie in front of him looked like the strange being he’d watched sleep in a beanbag chair in the living room for five nights straight.

Donnie’s shoulders stooped low, and Leo would never be able to tell if it was his willpower giving away or simply the weakness taking over when he pulled the chair out of his hands and set it aside.

“I don’t want to—I can’t, I just can’t—don’t touch me!”

Donnie turned from him, holding his face in his hands like it was enough to hide him. Leo watched the full-body tremor start in his brother’s midsection and radiate outwards, down his legs, destabilizing him. Donnie didn’t seem to be breathing. Leo’s eyes lingered on the blood running freely down his legs.

“Donnie, I’m gonna help you over to the examination table,” said Leo.

Donnie smacked away Leo’s hand. It stung something awful in more way than one. Leo gave him a moment, and moved slow-steady to take Donnie by the arm. Donnie burst out in a crying fit, a horrible sob ripping out of his mouth to fill the deathly quiet of the medbay.

“Relax, Herman,” said Leo. “It’s just your favourite brother, Leo. I’m helping you to the examination table.”

The twelve foot walk to the nearest examination table might as well have been a marathon. Donnie’s knees jolted and threatened to buckle. But he kept going. All that mattered was that he kept going, with gentle coaxing from Leo, until finally he was settled on the edge of the bed and pressing his palms hard onto his ears.

Leo had forgotten entirely that everyone else was watching nervously from the door. It was only when Donnie was seated and not throwing anything that they stepped in.

Leo’s eyes passed over the source of the blood: some deep cuts sliced into his inner thighs. Donnie caught him looking and pressed his legs tight together.

“We need to stitch those up,” said Leo. “They’re pretty deep.”

Donnie smacked Leo’s hand away.

“Goddamn,” Leo said, a little more shortly than he intended. “I’m trying to help!”

“I…I can…” Donnie huffed out. He did something that looked like it took a lot of effort. “I can do it.”

“No, you fucking can’t. You can’t even hold your hands still, let alone hold a small, sharp object.”

“Leo?” Raph said.

“In a minute, Raph. Okay. Okay. We’re gonna stitch you up, Donnie, then you’re just gonna…you’re gonna rest while we figure this out.” Leo fumbled through a few drawers for the suture. His hands were no more steady than Donnie’s. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Leo, I need to talk to you outside,” said Raph. “Now.”

Raph was staring at him with alarmed eyes. His phone was in his hands.

Mikey hopped up on the examination table next to Donnie, and, unlike Leo, Donnie didn’t resist when Mikey slid their hands together.

The common room felt ice cold when Donnie and Raph stepped out. Splinter was sitting just outside the medbay, also starring at his phone with the most haunted, horrible look Leo had ever seen.

“Leo, what the hell is this?” Raph asked.

Raph held out his phone to Leo, showing a series of photos sent from an unknown number, though Leo didn’t have to have one to know who had sent them. It was a series of pictures of Donnie. Graphic ones. He wasn’t naked in any of them, but that didn’t make the sight any less disturbing. Kendra had taken photos from the most disturbing angles possible, and the words carved onto Donnie’s inner thighs were perfectly visible.

They read: KENDRA’S SLUT.

Leo fought to keep his stomach in his body. After a moment, Raph gently shook his shoulder.

“Is this what you saw?” Raph asked.

Leo nodded.

“Did you see how far—”

“I think I stopped it before it could.”

Raph scooped Leo into a hug and squeezed hard, lifting him off the ground. They held each other for a long while, silent, and he looked over the crook of Raph’s elbow to Splinter. He was staring, lost, at his own phone, and it didn’t take long for it to click together.

That bitch. She gained absolutely nothing from this, nothing except tearing Donnie down.

“How many people do you think she sent this to?” Raph asked.

“Too many,” said Leo.

Leo ducked back into the medbay. He didn’t hear what Mikey was saying to Donnie, but the intonations were soothing and hushed.

“Donnie, do you have your phone?” Leo asked. “Mikey, I need yours too.”

“Why?” Mikey asked.

Leo plucked Mikey’s phone out of his hands. Donnie was slower to respond, squinting at Leo, holding his phone protectively.

“Why do you want it?” Donnie asked.

“I just need to see it,” said Leo.

“But why?”

Leo snatched it away without an answer, and it was a good thing he had; Kendra had spammed Donnie with texts. With photos that made Leo want to puke, disturbing angles, close-ups of the words, then a series of very long and graphic texts describing what she would do the next time they met.

“She took pictures, didn’t she?” Donnie asked.

As much as he wanted to lie, Leo couldn’t. Donnie deserved the truth. “Yeah, she did.”

Donnie took two breaths, holding in oxygen between them, then he finally looked away.

“I want Dad,” said Donnie.

“We really need to stitch up those cuts,” said Leo.

“I want Dad.”

It hurt a little. It felt like a rejection. It wasn’t. Leo still felt the hurt skewer his guts, at the way Donnie refused to look at him or Mikey.

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Raph’s fist slammed into solid brick, cracking a gaping hole that radiated out, a cobweb of their collective trauma. Mikey shook all over, fists curled, arms rigid at his side, and Leo wanted to go up to him and pull apart his fingers to get him to relax, but didn’t want to break him more than he already had and everything felt broken already and he didn’t want to be the cause of more hurt.

Leo felt like a failure. After what had happened with the Purple Dragons the first time around, he’d sworn never to let it happen again, never to let the Purple Dragons interfere with their life, never let any villain to mess with his brothers in the way they’d messed with Donnie. Although he knew intellectually that this was all unforeseen, that he shouldered no real blame, that didn’t make the horrible, crushing weight on his shoulders any less bone-breaking. He saw it reflected in Mikey and Raph, too. Saw white light glinting on Raph’s moist eyes.

“Why didn’t you catch her, Leo?” Raph asked.

“Because she’s too damn smart for her own good and because she had a head start,” said Leo. “Don’t you think I would’ve caught and beat the everliving shit out of her if I could?”

“How could you possibly lose her?!”

“I wasn’t gonna leave Donnie alone! What, you wanted me to leave him bleeding on the floor?”

“I’m just sayin’ if you’d used your portals—”

“I was surprised! You’re not saying anything that I haven’t already told myself a million times over.”

“You should’ve let me chase after them too. If the three of us worked together, we could’ve caught them.”

“You’re too slow on foot, Raph, you wouldn’t have been able to catch up.”

“Apparently you’re not that fast either.”

“Stop it!” Mikey stepped in, voice sharp. “This isn’t about pinning blame on who didn’t do what, and it’s not about your big fat egos! It’s about Donnie. Check yourselves.”

The argument closed down fast. Mikey was good at that.

Splinter emerged from the medbay, looking stressed but focused, and locked eyes with the three of them.

“Purple is fine,” said Splinter. “He has no injuries aside from those cuts.”

“Dad, how far did it go?” Leo asked. “Did he tell you?”

“You appeared before anything…Well, your appearance was timely.” Splinter squeezed Leo’s hand. “Could you boys look after your brother while I am gone?”

“Wait, you’re going after her?” Leo asked.

“Yes, and before you ask, no, you cannot come. I told that girl what the consequences would be if this happened a second time and I intend to deliver.”

“What’re you gonna do? Are you gonna kill her?”

Splinter was quite a moment, thinking. “It…feels wrong to kill someone so young no matter how horrible she is. I will not hurt her…No, I am going to ruin her life, and I will start by speaking with her parents.”

“Ouch, she might wish you’d killed her after that,” said Mikey.

“Dad, let me come,” Leo begged.

“Your spirit is strong, my son, but your brother needs you here,” said Splinter. “Let me handle this.”

There was no room for argument, only a tight, claustrophobic corner where Leo tried to dredge one up and found none, and he realized that he didn’t want to leave Donnie’s side, that he would do anything in that moment to protect Donnie, and that going after his attacker wasn’t the only way to do that.

Mikey slid into the medbay. Leo glanced inside to find Donnie dressed in sweatpants and his preferred purple hoodie pulled far over his head, staring at his hands and flinching away when Mikey came too close. Donnie glanced up, and his and Leo’s stares caught.

Leo blacked out for a moment, and when he came to, he was in his room, grabbing the doorframe for support to steady his breathing. Raph was right behind him, his shadow swallowing him whole.

“It was my idea to go to that stupid party,” said Leo.

“Leo, I’m real sorry,” said Raph. “I’m sorry I yelled, I shouldn’t have—I…I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean any of it. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You think Donnie feels that way?”

“Of course he doesn’t. You stopped her before it got worse, and Donnie’s safe now.”

“I should’ve been there faster.”

“Leo, you got there fast enough. Don’t punish yourself like this.”

“…God, I’m doing just what Mikey said not to do: I’m making it all about myself. How do we fix this, Raph? How?”

Raph didn’t have the answers. Leo realized that none of them did, that it was pointless to go grasping at something that didn’t seem to have them.

Too often in the past, Leo had gone looking to Donnie for answers. How to solve a problem, how to fix something broken, how to win the unwinnable. Now Donnie didn’t have answers either and Leo was adrift in an uncertain sea, the harsh tide battering his broken body on jagged rocks. There was no answer, only the vague sense of a great injustice, and the knowledge that there was very little he could do to mend the cracks left behind.

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Leo slept restlessly on the couch for a few hours, plagued with nightmares and the vague sense of being unsettled. He felt as though a monster was living under the couch, poking through the cushions with pins and needles, and he ached far too much when his brain convinced him to wake up fully.

Splinter still wasn’t back. Concerning, but not surprising. Leo knew he could take care of himself but he shot out a message to him anyway. It was early morning, and he knew that April would be getting up pretty soon, and suddenly he wondered if Kendra had sent any photos to her as well. Leo shot off a text to April asking her to call him first chance she got and hoped to God she would see his text before anything Kendra might’ve sent her.

Donnie wasn’t in the medbay, but Raph stood guard outside his open bedroom door, leaning on the frame and staring inside. Donnie was at his computer, hands clutched firmly around a controller, headphones on. It was typical Donnie-speak for ‘Don’t-even-think-about-interrupting-me,’ a warning sign to keep others away.

“How’s the brainiac doing?” Leo asked Raph, voice low. “Did you talk to him?”

“I tried,” said Raph. “I tried, Leo, I tried for an hour and he shut me out. Then Mikey tried, and Donnie yelled at him.”

“He yelled at Mikey. Mikey?” Leo massaged his forehead. “Alright, guess it’s Leon’s turn.”

“Don’t take it personally if he gets upset, just…just drop it if he doesn’t want to talk.”

“I can handle it.”

Donnie didn’t stir when Leo pulled up a rolling stool beside him.

“Are you winning, son?” Leo asked.

No answer. Not even a snark or a side eye. Even though Donnie’s attention was on the game, there was no real sense of focus to it, only muscle memory. He was playing Terraria, building a tower that was far more asymmetrical than Donnie typically liked to build.

“Donnie?” said Leo.

“I’m busy,” Donnie said curtly. At least his voice was normal.

“Get un-busy.”

“I formally apologize for all the trouble that has been…I mean, I’m issuing a formal apology.”

“You didn’t cause the trouble, Dee.”

Donnie didn’t answer him. “I’m busy, can’t talk.”

“Donnie, we didn’t talk about what happened the last time the Purple Dragons were in the picture, and I can’t let you slide away again.”

“That was by design. I’m not discussing this.”

“I don’t care you you talk to, just that you talk to someone. What—What about April?”

“Why the hell do you think I’d go over this with April? With anyone?”

“So, what? You’re just gonna repress the shit out of everything and not deal with it?”

“And here I was worried that I would have to explain it in excruciating detail.”

“Donnie—”

“Discussion over.”

“Can we just—”

“Over.”

Leo looked, helpless, at Raph, hoping he could swoop in and fix the problem. Raph couldn’t though, this was beyond even Raph. He didn’t know how to break the wall Donnie rapidly built between them. What was he going to do? Bring a sledgehammer down on it? Rip the controller out of his hand, rob Donnie of the choice like Kendra had tried to rob him?

Donnie’s hands were shaking on the controller. He paused as if taking a breath in a marathon, taking in air.

“Can I do anything?” Leo asked. He couldn’t be sure if he was asking for himself or for Donnie.

“…Moon Lord,” said Donnie.

“Huh?”

“Moon Lord. I need to fight the Moon Lord to get…I need more materials. Grab a controller.”

“Sounds like a four-turtle job.”

Donnie’s head dipped a little. His eyes were wide, unseeing.

“Feels like we could use two extra hands if we’re gonna go ham on the Moon Lord,” said Leo. “Teamwork makes dreamwork, am I right?”

Donnie nodded and didn’t stop. He set his controller down and squeezed Leo’s knee, rubbing a sleeve over his eyes. Raph gave Leo a thumbs up and left to grab Mikey, and when he was gone and when Donnie pulled back his arm, his eyes were perfectly dry, devoid of the miserable ache that had been there before. Wherever it had gone, Donnie had burned and buried it in a place that no one, not even Leo, could hope to touch.

#bad things happen bingo #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #this one really is a bad things happen #please please read responsibly #nimble writes

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Strange Love - Part 1 (?) Eddie Munson x reader

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader summary: you try your best to hide your feelings as you help Eddie recover from a broken heart. warnings: extreme angst, swearing, unrequited love (for now), A LOT of pining, Chrissy slander (im so sorry girl), slightly suggestive themes word count: 2k

A/N: Honestly this is so wild, I haven't written any fanfiction in such a long time and this one character has single-handedly lit a fire under my ass lmfao. I have been consuming Eddie content all across this damn app like a woman starved so I wanted to contribute <3 Any feedback is welcome, and my submission box is open if y'all have any requests! I'm pretty much willing to write anything (NSFW included, lord knows i am so thirsty for this man) so don't be shy!!

Enjoy, and let me know if y'all want a PART 2! <3

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You knew that she still liked him. It was obvious. You could see it in the fleeting glances she cast his way when he wasn’t looking, eyes full of faraway longing…but also mixed with an almost tangible bitterness. Their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms, to put it lightly. It had been a strange and unexpected pairing, one that took everybody by surprise. You had all been calling bets behind their backs (in an admittedly petty move) to see just how long it would last. You strongly suspected that they were only drawn to one another because they were such total opposites; so far removed from eachother’s worlds that they couldn’t help but chase their unusual magnetism and see where it led them. It all began when Eddie started selling her weed after school.

…And it all ended when she shattered Eddie’s heart into a thousand tiny, fragile pieces. One day after school, he had sought her out on the pitches after Hellfire, hoping to catch her before she finished cheer practice. And oh boy, did he catch her – with Jason Carver’s tongue down her throat. If it had been anyone else but Eddie, you would’ve found the whole situation so laughably cliché. Two high-school hot shots, the jock and the cheerleader no less, swapping spit under the bleachers? It was so pathetically obvious. You hadn’t been there, of course, (and thank god for her that you weren’t) but from what Eddie had told you, her excuses had been just as typical. It was a mistake. It’s not what it looks like (classic). You’re the only boy for me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Give me a chance to explain! The thought of her and what she did to Eddie, how she treated him, made your blood boil, and you had to make a deliberate point of avoiding her during school so that you didn’t get violent. You knew that she was no good for Eddie; after all, she may not have bullied him directly, but she was complicit in Jason’s cruel mistreatment. She never stopped him. Never came to his rescue. As far as you were concerned, she and Jason deserved eachother.

You felt bad for expecting things to turn sour between them, but Eddie was the only person who couldn’t see it until it was too late. The damage had already been done.

You had been the one to pick up the pieces afterwards, and you did it gladly. You would have offered him every single piece of yourself if it made his pain go away, even for a moment. Long nights were spent in his trailer, soothing him to sleep with your hands in his hair as he sobbed and hiccupped into your lap. You had gotten used to the warmth of his body beside you in bed, his slow breathing and gentle snores. Sometimes he would even reach for you in his sleep, and you would let him pull you close to his broad chest, your own heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage as you imagined him doing this because he wanted you. But then, a soft “Chrissy…” would fall from his perfect lips as he slept, and the spell would be broken. Tonight was one of those nights.

You peeled yourself away from him with a soft sigh, and allowed the cold to settle in your bones as you moved to the far side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You tried so hard not to think about your feelings for Eddie, but fuck, it was impossible when you spent so much time together and he took up all the space in your stupid, traitorous brain. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. His sweet, velvety brown eyes that dripped with kindness and warmth, so full of depth and beauty that you felt weak in the knees anytime his honeyed gaze fell on you. His plump lips that you wanted to catch between your teeth, and the way they would lift into a soft smile when he opened the trailer door to welcome you inside. The way his dark hair fell in soft, cherubic curls around his face, framing it perfectly, following the pale slope of his neck…He was like something carved from the heavens, and you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and worship him like he deserved.

It hurt you deeply to know that he could never feel the same about you. How could he? Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you thought about the way he whispered her name, like a prayer. Even in sleep, he could not escape her. In the deepest caverns of his subconscious, she was the one persisting thought. Your jealousy made you weak with guilt. It was selfish of you to have these thoughts, when he needed you the most. But they were insidious, seeping into your brain like an infection, no matter how hard you tried to banish them. All you wanted was to put the pieces of his heart back together. You yearned for happiness to return to him. Even if every moment you spent soothing him was just another dagger to your chest.

He shifted in his sleep, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You rolled onto your side to face him, biting your lip softly. He looked beautiful. Dark lashes brushed against his pale cheeks that held the faintest dusting of pink, and his hair fanned out on the pillow forming a delicate halo around his head. His lips parted gently as he exhaled, the calming rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie…” You whispered gently, clutching your pillow, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Your lip trembled a little at your confession, and you could feel the tell-tale lump growing in your throat. You had finally said it out loud.

It was so hard. So fucking hard.

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as silent tears escaped down your cheeks. After all these months, it was now your turn to cry. You had never felt more alone than you did in that moment, crying right next to the one person who made you feel so whole yet so empty at the same time.

You turned your back on him in an attempt to salvage some privacy. He slept like the dead most nights, so you were fairly certain you could have this moment to yourself uninterrupted. You needed it. You were hoping if you let out some of the pent-up emotion that had been festering inside you, that it would act like a sort of…reset button and you could act like nothing happened come morning.

You whimpered softly, allowing the tears to flow. Once you began, it was like you couldn’t stop. You weren’t sure how long you lay there in the darkness, crying, tasting the bitter salt of your own tears. Your breathing became shallow and uneven, though you used your pillow to muffle the sound. Eddie’s comforting scent filled your nose and it made you sob harder, knowing how close he was to you and yet so desperately out of reach.

“y/n?” A soft voice called out your name, still heavy with sleep.

Oh fuck. The shock of his voice made you jolt, your veins turned to ice. You tried your best to regulate your breathing and calm down, but you had worked yourself up too much and you gasped for air, trembling as you tried to hide yourself from him under the covers. Panic was bubbling in your chest, catching the breath in your throat and making you sweat. He can’t see you like this! Oh, God…Oh God, he can’t find out. Fuck, I’m gonna die, I-

“Y/n?” This time clearer now, more aware. “Hey…fuck, are you crying?” You heard him sit up sharply, moving towards you in an instant. Before you knew what was happening, he had swept you into his arms and was stroking your hair, shushing you gently and rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm you. You felt dizzy, shaking at the warmth of his touch as you sank into it, burying your head into his neck as your tears mingled with his soft skin. His arms…they felt so strong and secure, wrapped around you like this, you wished so desperately that you could stay like this forever.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, your breathing evened out and the tears began to slow. Eddie soon realised this, moving his hands to gently grab your chin and tilt your head towards him. You felt the cool bite of his rings on your flesh and shivered.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You wished he wouldn’t call you that, but you also delighted in it at the same time. You swallowed thickly, trying to find words. “I-…I think I had a nightmare.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; everything felt like a nightmare right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie moved his hands down to clasp your own, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of his rough, calloused palms. His thumb ghosted softy over my knuckles, reassuring you with the gentlest of touches. A light flush bloomed across your cheeks and you hoped to God he couldn’t see you in the dark.

“Not really…It’s all fuzzy anyways.” You sniffed and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Eddie tapped your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s cool. But no more tears, alright? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until I see that cute smile of yours.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. His natural charm was hard to resist.

“Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you relax.” He threw a wink at you. You knew exactly what he meant by that, and you welcomed the distraction. You were thankful that he was obviously trying to ease you further by acting casual.

“You’re about to make my day, Munson.” You were starting to feel normal again.

Eddie laughed, and the sound went straight between your thighs. A dull, hateful heat has been gathering there since he first touched you and the deep sense of shame that washes over you was overwhelming. He leaned over you and reached for the lamp on his bedside table, flicking it on and bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. You tried not to stare at his shirtless torso, but you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the tattoos etched into his skin. Your eyes lingered over the bats on his forearm, and he must have caught you looking.

“You like that one?” He asked in amusement, grabbing his rolling tray and settling it into his lap.

“I’ve always liked that one.”

He hummed in approval as he opened a small baggy. The smell was just as pungent as it always was, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Fuck, that shit is rancid.”

“Only the best for my girl. This one will send you to space, sweetheart.”

God knows I need it, you groaned internally.

You really tried to ignore the pet names. He used them with you all the time, but you were usually quick to brush them off. Tonight, however, you were like an exposed nerve; a thousand times more sensitive to his teasing. You were honestly a little worried that smoking in your current state would make you more careless with your words, but you couldn’t deny that a small part of you was just dying to confess and get all your shit out in the open with him. You were playing a dangerous game.

This night could get interesting.

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