#of course they've had pizza before who's saying they haven't had pizza before? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ungaroyals · 3 years

Text

No more Mistakes. (Wilhelm's Christmas)

I finally decided to finish this fic, you can read from the beginning here.

Chapter Three

Summary: Going back home for the holidays is exactly the opposite of what Wilhelm wants, but somehow, it ends up being the best thing that could have happened. Sure, relying on a seven-year-old for help getting your relationship back on track –with a boy who might never trust you again– seems like a crazy idea. But, you haven't met Nora, not yet anyway.

Rating: General Audiences Chapter word count: 4371 Read on ao3

Nora never fails to amaze Wilhelm. For someone so small, her levels of compassion and confidence radiate off her. Perhaps her young age is the reason for this. The world hasn't had a chance to break her down yet. But Wilhelm knows how strong she is. He doesn't doubt her fighting spirit one bit. Sometimes Wilhelm wishes he had equal resilience. Then maybe his life wouldn't have turned into the mess that it has.

Nora never cares if people stare or when curious whispers flock around her. She's always patient when Wilhelm needs to step somewhere quiet and wait until his anxiety subsides. She's kind. The type of kind Wilhelm hopes he too can be.

So, it doesn't shock Wilhelm when as they walk down the street, Nora asks if they can buy a warm drink for a man hunkered down on the side of the walkway, with a weathered coat draped loosely around his frail form.

Wilhelm and Nora's mother, Amalia, watch closely while she offers the steaming cup to the man. When he looks up, his eyes are filled with nothing but kindness and a thankful gleam. And Wilhelm once again finds himself admiring the small girl and the compassion that comes so easily to her.

Despite the adoring moment, there's a strangle of guilt that buries deep within Wilhelm. Knowing that he will return to a palace more lavish than any one person could possibly need, and this man sits, grateful for something as simple as a warm drink to bite at the crisp air.

"Amalia," Wilhelm catches the woman's attention, "how did you do it?"

"Hm?" She questions, her eyes still trained on her daughter, who's gesturing wildly, like she's telling the man a story. Based on the smile on his face, there's no doubt that she is.

Wilhelm picks his words carefully, "she's fearless," Wilhelm comments, "she doesn't doubt herself, and she knows what she wants." he sighs, unsure of what exactly he means to say. But his frustration is evident enough for him to run a hand through his hair, only to remember he's wearing a beanie that almost slips off his head.

"Crown Prince Wilhelm," Amalia begins.

"Please, just Wilhelm," He requests for what feels like the millionth time.

"Wilhelm," Amalia nods kindly, "she's seven years old. All she wants in life is MarioKart and Pizza," she chuckles, smiling at her daughter as she skips toward them.

"Well, I can relate to that," Wilhelm jokes, hoping his comment didn't come off as strange. He hasn't spent much time with Nora's mother. He likes her, though. They've exchanged pleasantries, of course, but not much else. Usually, Nora is doing enough talking for all of them.

"Okay, Wille, we can go now," Nora announces with an adorable grin that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners.

Wilhelm softly smiles down at her, "okay," he agrees.

With Malin following close behind, they make their way through decorated shops, looking for the perfect present to give Simon. Which is the purpose of their current adventure. Wilhelm has a thought in mind for what he'd like to gift the boy, but he can't help to indulge Nora in involving her in the gift-buying process. Not to mention, he's never been particularly good with gifts, so maybe that's also why Wilhelm wanted to bring her. To bounce his ideas off of someone who will be painfully honest.

They find a little antique shop lining the street and go inside at Nora's request. She's bouncing down the aisles before Wilhelm, Amaila, or Malin can call after her. Somewhere though, there's an audible gasp mixed amongst the overcrowded shelves where Nora is calling Wilhelm's name. He finds her between a row of mismatched kitchenware and a stand scattered with random objects.

"Wille," Nora beams excitedly when she spots Wilhelm. He's almost certain with the way she comes rushing toward him, she'll send both of them stumbling into the stack of books to his left, but thankfully she halts before disaster can strike and is tugging at his sleeve like he's not already paying attention to her.

"What about this," she asks enthusiastically, confident in her choice as she shoves something toward Wilhelm.

He blinks back, eyes focusing on a snow globe. It's similar in size to the one Wilhelm keeps close to his heart, the one that his brother gave him. Instead of a frog, there's an unaccompanied piano resting in the small world within the glass case. Wilhelm gently takes it from her tiny fingers and cradles the fragile glass in his hands. He shakes it slightly, watching the bits of white flurry around the lonely instrument.

He subconsciously bites his lip, thinking back to what seems like a lifetime ago. When he sat side by side with Simon, pretending his attention was fully focused on the music. When really, it was the beautiful boy beside him that was making him smile.

Wilhelm's heart warms with how smitten they'd been with each other but quickly fades into something bothersome with how fast Wilhelm was to ruin it. There's a pain in his chest as he curses himself for all the times he hurt Simon. All the times he pushed the boy away. But, when Wilhelm played Simon Hillerska's school song, things felt perfect for a brief moment. They felt right. That's what Wilhelm needs to focus on. The good.

Wilhelm centers back on the small globe in his hands, "it's perfect," he smiles wistfully. Looking at Nora who has a wide grin that shows off the gaps of her missing teeth. "I think I need something else to go with it," Wilhelm decides, "and I think I know what."

"Oh! What is it," Nora starts excitedly, and her enthusiasm seems to only grow when she spots her mother at the end of the aisle. She rushes to meet her, Wilhelm following close behind.

"Mama, look what Wilhelm is going to get his boy–," Nora's eyes widen. Her head snaps up to Wilhelm, whose cheeks have gone a deep shade of red, "his friend," Nora rushes to correct herself, then with a quiet voice, "sorry Wille," she apologies, eyes frowning like she's done something terribly wrong.

As much as the anxiety in Wilhelm's chest is building, his mind flounders with worry for Nora. She takes her and Wilhelm's secret very seriously. It breaks his heart to see her so bothered by her slip up.

"I'm sure your friend will love it, Crown Prince– sorry, Wilhelm," Amalia smiles at them both, giving no indication she's noticed anything peculiar about what her daughter just said.

It terrifies Wilhelm to think that Amalia knows it was Wilhelm in the video, but he's fairly certain she does. How could she not when Simon is practically all Nora and Wilhelm talk about. Not by Wilhelm's request, but Nora's. She's always so curious about everything, and of course, Wilhelm is happy to spend hours swooning over everything good about the boy.

Thankfully Amalia doesn't allude to knowing any more than she should. Much like her daughter, her respect and loyalty is overwhelming. Of course, that doesn't stop the somersaults in Wilhelm's stomach from spinning in every direction. He may be slowly coming to terms with what he wants and what he'll have to do to get it. But Wilhelm still has a long way to go before he's ready to be that open.

"Um– how about I pay," Wilhelm nervously slips past the two, wishing he was better at this whole, 'being open about who he is thing,' but it doesn't come as easy to him as it does Nora. Though, she doesn't have the weight of an entire country resting on her shoulders. Thankfully.

Wilhelm pays for the snow globe and steps out of the shop, passing Malin by the door. She quickly falls in step close behind them as they make their way down the street. Nora skips alongside Wilhelm in her own world without a single care about the onlookers collecting near them, pointing in their direction, holding up their phones and snapping pictures.

There's an internal burst of anger that seethes deep within Wilhelm. He hates that it's there. He hates that it bothers him so much. He wishes he could have the same blissful ignorance of Nora's youth.

"Woah–" Nora's shoe catches on the lip of the sidewalk. She tries to catch herself, but her foot lands on a thin sheet of ice. Both Wilhelm and Amalia are quick to reach out and catch her. Wilhelm being closer manages to grab her wrist and pull her into his side before she makes complete contact with the pavement.

Nora stands, startled as Wilhelm crouches down, heart breaking at the girl's frightened eyes. They're rimmed with red as tears nearly surface. Nora's mother places a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder, peering down to make sure she's not hurt.

"Are you okay," Wilhelm worries. His concern for his little friend is evident in how he holds both her shoulders steady, dipping his head to make eye contact.

Nora sniffles, "I almost fell," her eyes dart around them to carefully line the row of spectators across the street watching the scene unfold. Tears begin to spill down her cheeks. "In front of those people," her voice wobbles.

So much for blissful ignorance.

Wilhelm remembers the first time he registered that everything he did would be watched and digitally saved forever. That every mistake he made would be posted online for the world to judge. There's a hidden pit in his stomach that grows deep, his mind flashing to the video of him and Simon. Forever on the internet, for the world to see. Wilhelm brought that on Simon, and he loathes himself for it. He never wants that for Nora, despite it being Wilhelms fault that it's happening now.

He always manages to make people he cares for lives complicated, even Nore, an innocent little girl who has the chance at a normal life. Wilhelm's stomach twists, knowing he's taking that away from her. The more they're seen together and the more their friendship grows, the more she'll be exposed to moments like this. He'll have to place some distance between them soon, before Nora and Amalia's lives become so overrun with reporters and invasive 'fans.'

"Well," Wilhelm clears his throat, trying not to dwell and savour the time they still have. He tucks the girl's short hair behind her ear, "someone very wise once told me that if I'm sad, I should do something fun." Wilhelm smirks, seeing a shimmer begin to bubble in Nora's mind, already distracted from what transpired and moving on from her anxieties.

Wilhelm wishes he could bounce back that quickly.

"I said that Wille," Nora giggles with an exasperated sigh, like she can't believe Wilhelm could forget such a thing, which of course, he never would. He captures all of Nora's wise words and protects them in a special place within his heart. Sometimes her simplistic view of the world reminds him to take a deep breath. To step back and look at things as a whole rather than bundles of complicated moments that overwhelm him.

"Right, how could I forget?" Wilhelm continues to joke, Nora's mother smiles proudly at her daughter. "What do you say we go and do something fun then?" He suggests

* * * * *

Nora essentially screams when she realizes where Wilhelm has decided to take her, and her mother audibly gasps, going red when Wilhelm smiles at them. Nora had been going on about her family's annual Christmas dinner and how they dress in their best clothes when they all gather together. Nora mentioned a few times that she and her mother were supposed to go shopping for the occasion, which is how the idea popped into his head. Though now, Wilhelm is cursing himself, afraid he's overstepped. He should have checked with Amalia first.

Nora runs into the shop where Malin stands, holding the door open. Wilhelm falls back slightly, stepping alongside Amalia. "I hope this is okay," Wilhelm asks shyly. Once again attempting, and failing to run his hand through his hair. This time he does lose the beanie, but he catches it before it hits the ground.

"It's perfect," Amalia smiles fondly, watching her daughter dart across the dress shop excitedly, touching the material of everything she can see. Thankfully, the workers don't seem bothered. They're either in shock that the Crown Prince just walked into their store or find Nora too adorable to find her little squeals bothersome. "This is probably the best Christmas she's had," Amalia confesses wistfully. "Thank you." Her eyes are earnest as she pauses to properly stop and look at Wilhelm. "Between her father passing away and moving away from family, she's had a tough last couple of years, so thank you for making her smile so much."

"No, thank you," Wilhelm returns, "for letting me spend time with her. She's been lovely to have around," his honest words pour straight from his heart.

Amalia smiles softly in a way Wilhelm is beginning to recognize most mothers carry. Not his own, of course, but it matches the one Linda always gave him and Simon. Full of kindness and affection. There's nothing fake layered beneath it.

Wilhelm clears his throat, "shall we?" he gestures forward with his hand, allowing Amalia to take the lead, "before she tears the place apart," Wilhelm huffs a nervous laugh. Watching Nora pile dress after dress into an enormous pile that's slung over one of the poor retail worker's arms.

Nora tries at least twenty dresses before deciding on the one she's wearing now. It's red suede with a gold ribbon fitting the waist, with a flared bottom that comes past her knees. The hem is lined with gold swirls, matching a bow meant to be tied in her hair. She twirls around, showing off her garment. Faint sparkles within it glimmer against the soft lighting above.

"It looks beautiful darling," Amalia grins adoringly at her daughter.

Nora jumps up and down, admiring herself in the mirror, "do you like it, Malin," She asks Wilhelms bodyguard, beaming at the blonde-haired woman, who stands guard at the entrance to their private fitting room.

"It looks wonderful," Malin compliments, and it sends a smile to Wilhelm's lips. Malin doesn't say much, but when she does, her words aren't wasted.

"Now we just have to find the rest of Simon's present," Nora reminds the group, proudly spinning in her dress once more.

* * * * *

Thankfully, Wilhelm doesn't feel as lost here as he did helping Nora find her outfit. Music isn't necessarily something he's good at, but it's something he knows. Not only that, it's something Simon knows, which oddly makes Wilhelm feel closer to the boy.

He knows that Simon would love it here. A dusty shop littered with old instruments, some in need of repairs, others somehow in pristine condition despite their age. It's the type of quiet where it feels wrong to let his shoes creek against the wooden floor. Nora must sense this too because she walks close to Wilhelm's side, careful not to touch anything. They'd lost Nora's mother when they'd first entered. She stopped to talk to the storekeeper as Malin patiently waits outside.

"What are you looking for?" Nora asks, her voice a low whisper as Wilhelm stops at a wall of music books that tower over them.

"He doesn't know how to read sheet music," Wilhelm explains, smiling to himself at the memory.

Wilhelm scans the shelves until he finds the section he's looking for and grabs a selection of books, some new and some used, much like everything else here. He doesn't mind giving Simon a used book though, there's history in it, a history that Wilhelm thinks Simon will appreciate.

He settles on two books, one with a little more humour that explains the basics of sheet music and an older one with frail bindings. It's more serious with small notes hidden on the corners of pages and between paragraphs. Most likely made by the previous owner. Some of them are sarcastic, and some are probably useful. Either way, he's sure Simon will find it charming.

Wilhelm and Nora carry the books to the cash counter. Wilhelm pays and collects the small stack carefully into his reusable bag with the snowglobe in the center.

* * * * *

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Wilhelm contemplates the gifts he chose for Simon as they lay spread across his duvet. Part of him feels ridiculous. Like maybe it's not enough. How is Wilhelm ever supposed to make up for the pain he caused Simon? Of course, he knows that a small Christmas present won't be enough to fix everything between them, but at least it's a start.

Wilhelm reaches under his bed for the shoebox he'd been keeping for this occasion. He carefully places the objects inside. After a few attempts, Wilhelm manages to arrange them so he can close the lid. The sides of the books he chose bend in the narrow compartment, with the snow globe wedged beside them.

Wilhelm feels a vibration throughout the bed, grabbing for his phone as it lights up beside him. When Wilhelm looks at the screen, his heart clenches in his chest, making it hard to breathe. There's a notification from Instagram. Wilhelm slowly thumbs in his passcode and opens the app. His stomach fips between fondness and sorrow as he lands on the first photo at the top of his feed.

There he is, Simon. It's the first time he's posted on any social media since everything has happened. Simon had made his account private soon after the video came out, which Wilhelm understands. He's just thankful that he hadn't blocked Wilhelm's account.

Wilhelm's thumb hovers over the screen making small circles as he contemplates himself. He bites his lip, and before he can overthink it, Wilhelm double taps the screen emphasizing the red heart above Simon's caption. Well, no turning back now. Wilhelm tosses the phone to the other end of the bed and groans frustratedly, falling back into his pillow.

He hates this. He hates how things have reverted into the uncertainty of when they first met and before they kissed. Wilhelm is once again alone in bed, scrolling through Simon's Instagram. Yearning at every picture and hanging hopelessly onto every caption. Desperate to hear him speak even through little black letters.

Groaning, Wilhelm gets back to work, tugging the corner of the blue wrapping paper that Nora had spotted. She had asked Wilhelm if he wanted help to put the present together since they already have extensive practice wrapping gifts. But Wilhelm declined. He wanted a moment to write in the card where he could be alone with his thoughts. There's so much he wants to say but doesn't know how.

This is how Wilhelm finds himself repeatedly clicking at the ballpoint pen in his hand –a nervous tick that his mother hates– and staring frustratedly at the thin paper. It's a yellow card, but not garish. It's simple, a muted gold with a cartoonish tree placed on the front, small and delicate. The bobbles that hang off the branches are coloured blue and orange, but what stands out most is the purple ribbon that hugs the tree from top to bottom. Wilhelm had stopped in his tracks when he first spotted it, his mind instantly brought to Simon's purple sweater. Wilhelm's favourite article of the boy's wardrobe. He'd even tried to steal it on occasion. Unfortunately, his attempts had failed.

Wilhelm unwraps the plastic protecting the card, his fingers brush over the front, the texture of the tree branches visible under his fingers. Wilhelm looks to the roof and huffs a concentrated breath. What do you say to someone whose heart you crushed? Focusing back on the card, Wilhelm opens it. His eyes move to the preprinted message that most cards carry.

He pauses, nearly dropping the card as his fingers go numb. 'Have a nice Christmas!' it reads in a joyful cursive text.

Wilhelm can't help the laugh that bursts through him. The universe seems determined to remind him how much he fucked everything up. He really shouldn't find it funny, and he doesn't, but the cruel humour is bound to follow him through every moment of peace he might have, and he can't help but feel he deserves it.

Looking back down at the words, they remind Wilhelm of the pain he's caused, of all the hurt inside him, and of the anger that boils deep, threatening to show itself every moment that Wilhelm breathes.

Wilhelm swallows, his hollow laughter turning to something sour as he throws the card to the end of the bed, glaring at the way it taunts him. He leans back into his pillows, turns to his side and wraps his arms carefully around himself. His fingers trail over the scratchy material of his sweater in an attempt at comfort he doesn't deserve.

Eventually, Wilhelm falls into a fitful sleep, ignoring the knocks on his door informing him that dinner is ready and ignoring the texts from his father asking if he needs anything. All Wilhelm can do is roll over, squeeze his eyes shut, and wait. Wait until he can meet with Nora and Amalia to give them Simon's present, and pray that the boy doesn't think he's pathetic.

Barely having caught an hour of sleep, Wilhelm lays in his bed, staring blankly as he watches the sunrise. His chest tightens as light begins to pour into his room through a series of white curtains. His throat feels tight, and his mind falls into a mixture of confusion and chaos. The what-ifs of the world come crashing into him at all once. He curls deeper into himself, praying for his breaths to fall even and that it will be over soon.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Simon has always been good at compartmentalizing, or at least, he is most of the time. He's had some slip-ups, which of course, he regrets, but for the most part Simon is good at keeping his head on right. The only time he struggles to tuck his heartbreak and pain into boxes is when his thoughts wander to Wilhelm. Everything comes crashing down then.

Simon desperately misses the boy. He misses his shy attempts to flirt, how he's always so hesitant and careful, but when he finds his confidence, he has a way of taking charge and worshiping Simon in a way that makes him feel like he's the most important person in the world. Or at least, that he's the most important to Wilhelm.

Simon hadn't known it was Wilhelm when he called that one evening. He'd been busy helping his mother wrap Christmas presents for their cousins who live one town over. But as soon as Simon heard a broken breath escape from the other end of the call, he knew.

Simon was glad Wilhelm called. It felt good to know he could still provide some comfort for the boy. But it had also brought back the pain Simon has been hopelessly trying to push down over the last few weeks. He wants Wilhelm so desperately, but he wants all of him. Which seems impossible until the boy can figure out the things that matter to him. What he's willing to fight for.

Simon wasn't lying when he told Wilhelm he could take all the time he needs, but he didn't account for how painful it would be. How deeply his heart would twist further into itself as the days passed. He didn't think about all the times he'd see Wilhelm on his television or in magazines that line the checkout aisle. Simon pretends not to look, but he does. He sees Wilhelm, not his version, but the countries. The only time Simon has spotted that stupid smile he first fell in love with is when Wilhelm is with that little girl. Simon wonders if she's the one who asked Wilhelm about Simon that day he called. Maybe it was seeing his version of the boy that urged Simon to reach out about sending a Christmas present. He knew it was stupid, but he only wanted Wilhelm to know that Simon is still there for him. Still waiting, against his better judgement.

There's a knock at the door, and both Simon and his mother's heads turn to the window. They aren't expecting anyone today. And they definitely aren't expecting a child that bounces on their heels on the other side of the window. There's a woman with her who stands a distance away.

Simon looks at his mother, but her puzzled expression matches his own. He steps around the table and toward the door. When he opens it, a brush of cold hair sends a chill over his cheeks. "Uhm, hello," he questions.

"Simon," The girl smiles up at him. His eyes briefly flicker up to meet the woman who must be her mother. She gives him an apologetic smile as the girl sticks out her hands, balancing a present in one and holding out the other for Simon to shake, "I've heard so much about you."

Now he's officially confused. Simon shakes the girl's hand but doesn't take the present. "Okay..." Simon carefully acknowledges, the word drawing out into a question.

"Can we come in?" She asks, and her mother steps forward, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Nora, sweety, let's not impose," the woman says politely, "I'm sorry," she smiles at Simon apologetically.

"What?" Nora looks up at her mom in confusion, shaking the woman's hand off her shoulder. "Wille said he's nice, and nice people invite people who show up at their doors in." she says matter of factly, "isn't that right, Simon?" Nora asks with a mischievous smirk.

Simon's throat goes dry as he begins to recognize the girl's short hair and adorable smile.

"Did the Crown Prince of Sweden really send a child to deliver a present?" Simon asks, dumbfounded.

"It was my idea," Nora beams up at him, clearly proud of herself.

#young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #simon eriksson #yr #simon x wilhelm #young royals netflix #yr fanfic #wilmon yr #young royals fic #young royals fanfic

33 notes · View notes

chocolatecakecas · 3 years

Text

Rockin' the Suburbs: Chapter 3

Chp1 Chp2 Chp4 or read on ao3

They were finally done after midnight.

As soon as Sam showed up they spent an hour tearing through the house looking for hex bags, sigils, EMF, sulfur, on top of Cas' mojo, which didn't sense anything. So they've got nothing. At least they can rule out witch, ghost, or demon, for now anyway.

Then they, unfortunately, spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, trying to put on a show for the neighbors, and whatever thing was out there. Dean had sent Sam back to the motel after they finished the pizza they ordered, and he left with a smile and promise to call in the morning.

And Jack was already tucked into his new space bed, that he's absolutely over the moon about, hours ago. He thankfully conked out quickly, exhausted from all of the excitement of the day.

Now Dean was alone, leaning on the kitchen island. Cas had disappeared upstairs a while ago, so he only can assume he went to bed.

But it's not like Dean's gonna go upstairs to check that theory, even though every inch of his body was screaming at him to go to sleep. Because upstairs was their bedroom. With their bed, and the comforter Cas picked out.

For them.

(Read the rest under the cut)

And in a flash he pushes off the island, deciding to clean the kitchen instead. First night in a new house, can't start leaving a mess already, right?

But the only problem was, there wasn't really anything to actually clean. They ate pizza off of paper plates, (even though Dean bought brand new circle plates that afternoon), and drank soda and beer from cans and bottles.

So he settles for wiping off the dining room table, three times, until realizing he couldn't justify wiping it off a fourth. And Dean does what any logical, extremely exhausted, person in this situation would do.

He restlessly paces around the foyer instead.

Not because he's avoiding the bedroom, of course, he's just got a lot to think about, and besides he thinks better when he's moving. It also serves as an excellent explanation for his ever-increasing heart rate.

But it's fine because it's just a stupid room.

Dean pauses, staring at the stairs for a moment, ignoring the pounding in his chest.

It's not like he and Cas haven't shared a room with a bed before, they do it all the time on solo hunts. But this is different.

Cas wasn't sleeping before. And now Cas eats a little, sleeps a little, takes showers, wears normal clothes. And Dean doesn't know if he just does it to do it, to fit in, or if his grace is fading, or what. It's not like they've talked about it, things are awkward enough between them, but it's not exactly an unwelcomed change. A change that makes everything about a billion times more confusing for Dean sure, but it's jus-nope too tired to go down that road.

So with a shaky breathe he lets his eyes wander up the white carpeted steps.

He can do this. It's just a room, with a bed, that Cas is currently laying in. And he'll have to lay next to h-

Dean snaps his head towards the living room, ripping his eyes away from the staircase and stopping on the wall clock.

Quarter to two.

"Fuck" Dean whispers to himself in the empty room.

The exhaustion washes over Dean, instantly weighing down his limbs. His eyes subconsciously trail down to the couch.

It looks comfortable enough he could just sleep there, and it would be fi-no it would be pathetic. And he'd probably wake up in pain, he's not exactly twenty-five anymore, plus he-

This is pathetic. Dean's ready to pass out on the floor, and he's definitely gonna need his four hours if he's gonna make it through the trials of meeting the neighbors and pretending to be marri-

And it's just a stupid room.

Then suddenly, he's climbing the stairs, and finds himself standing in the bedroom doorway before he even realizes it.

Dean's eyes immediately land on Cas, who stares right back, head tilted in question.

And Dean continues to silently hover in the doorway. Like an idiot.

His mouth goes dry when he really registers the sight before him, the swirling feeling is back, creeping around in his stomach. Because Cas is sitting up against the headboard, on top of that blue comforter, reading a book and looking so-

"Dean?"

Cas' voice snaps him from his thoughts and successfully gets his heart rate going again. Wonderful.

"I'm uh...I was gonna sleep on the couch" Dean manages to choke out.

Cas' face falls, and Dean immediately feels like shit.

"It's not becau-"

"I can take the cou-"

They both start at the same time, effectively cutting each other off.

Dean sighs, clenching his hands at his sides to stop his shaking hands.

He knew he'd have to sleep in the bed with Cas, they bought the comforter and everything, so of course, he knew. But actually doing it, is a different story and he ju-

"Dean, I don't mind. I waited because I wasn't sure what you wanted t-I can take the couch. I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Cas continues before Dean's brain even has a chance to reboot.

Cas quickly pushes off the bed, grabbing his book as he goes.

"No wait" Dean half-shouts, mouth moving without permission.

Cas stalls, clearly surprised, and hell Dean can concur with that.

What is wrong wi-

"Dean, I promise I don't mind, I barely sleep. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couc-"

"Cas, no that's not fair to you, we can-"Dean starts, cutting himself off.

They can what? Is Dean actually going to say they can-

He's too tired for this shit. It's just a stupid bed in a stupid room, with Cas. He can stow his crap.

Dean unclenches his fists, taking an unsteady breath.

"Cas it's cool, we can both-it's a big bed, it'd be a waste" Dean finishes weakly.

Cas hesitates for a moment, looking unsure as he fiddles with the string of his sweatpants. And Dean's heart twists at the sight.

God, he's such an ass.

So he's gonna fix it.

"Of course it's fine Cas. It's a big bed, I'm not uncomfortable I swear. Just lay your ass down-and actually get under the covers this time you, weirdo" Dean says, trying for a joke. And whether it was for his own sake or Cas', he'll never tell.

Cas worries his lip between his teeth for a moment with a frown, then a small smile replaces it. Which Dean finds himself easily returning.

And before he can freak out again, he snatches a pair of sweatpants, and a tshirt from the drawer designated for his clothes, which he tries very hard not to think about, and hurries into the bathroom to change.

After a brief staring contest with himself in the mirror, where he tried to regain control of his lungs, Dean finds himself slowly pulling back the covers of the bed.

Cas is rolled onto his side, buried under the blankets, and Dean can only see the mop of his hair peeking out. So assumes he's asleep. Dean lies on his back, afraid to move while he tries to not think about the warmth radiating next to him under the covers.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the panic crawling up his throat, as the day's events flash behind his eyes.

He's in a house in the suburbs, with a ring on his finger pretending to be married to Cas, while he lays in a bed less than a foot away from him.

The swirling feeling, that Dean is now refusing to identify due to self-embarrassment, is twisting in his stomach again.

What was he thinking? How is he going to do this? They haven't even done anything yet and he's alre-

"Goodnight Dean" Cas murmurs, breaking the silence. And Dean whips his head to the side is met with a soft smile, and wide blue eyes shining in the dark.

The panic quickly melts away, and he gives a weak smile back. And with that, Cas turns away again, leaving Dean to stare through the dark.

He releases a breath he didn't realize was holding, as he watches Cas' shoulders slowly rise and fall under the comforter.

And then, that feeling makes an appearance. The feeling that Dean's had for years and refuses to talk about, but he definitely thinks about a lot more lately. It bubbles deep in his stomach, trying to rise to the surface to consume him.

So he physically swallows, shoving everything back down where they belong.

Then Dean forces himself to roll over, willing away the feeling, and letting his exhaustion consume him instead.

Warmth. That's the first thing Dean registers as he begins to wake up. Then, he notices the light streaming on his face, and quickly squeezes his eyes shut tighter.

Weird, he must have left the light on his room since the bunker doesn't have windows after all, but he can't be bothered with that, as he's far too comfortable at the moment.

Which is also weird, because usually, he wakes up freezing. The bunker is great, but the heating system is old as shit and h-

Dean feels a hot puff of air against his shoulder.

Case. House. Married. Bed. Cas.

Dean's eyes fly open as memories from yesterday come flooding back to him. Dean slowly tries to get up, only to realize he can't.

Because he's stuck.

In Cas' arms.

A million thoughts rush into his mind, and he ignores every one of them because now is definitely not the time. Fighting the urge to launch out of the bed, Dean freezes, trying to wrack his brain about how he can get out of this without waking Cas.

But that's a little hard to do when all he can think about is Cas' arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Fuck

Dean experimentally begins his legs, only to realize they're tangled with Cas'. He slowly shifts his leg toward the end of the bed and suddenly his boxers pull agains-

Oh shit.

And with that new revelation, Dean quickly, but carefully, frees himself from Cas' grasp, and stands shivering from the loss of warmth. He stares down at the bed, watching the sunlight stream over Cas' sleeping form, hair an absolute wreck, arms stretched out in front of him.

Arms Dean was just in.

He glances down at himself, breath catching in his throat, and practically sprints into the bathroom.

And an hour later Dean's in the kitchen, cooking pancakes on the little griddle they bought yesterday, as if nothing happened.

Because nothing did happen.

And yeah, maybe Dean spent a little longer under an ice-cold shower, since the freezing cold room clearly wasn't enough-but the extra time definitely went toward fixing his hair. And definitely not towards anything else.

Dean starts flipping the pancakes onto a plate, trying to shove the thoughts from his mind, to no avail of course. Which is dumb because it was nothing, right? It didn't matter and it definitely didn't have anything to do with Cas and his arms an-

"De!" Jack shouts as he comes barreling into the kitchen, and into the back of Dean's legs. Which rips Dean faster from his thoughts than anything else could, and if Dean knew God gave a shit, he would thank him for that.

"Morning Squish, remember inside voices. Your Dad is still sleeping" Dean shushes half-heartedly, and Jack of course raises his finger to his lips, shushing very seriously.

So Dean scoops him, placing him in the little booster seat at the kitchen table, sitting Bun on top of the table of course. He makes quick work of cutting up pancakes for Jack, and placing them, and his Pooh cup in front of him.

"Thank De" Jack whispers, which makes Dean grin uncontrollably as turns back to the griddle.

He listens to Jack babble to Bun, and starts plating the rest of the pancakes.

"Da!" Jack shouts from behind him. All rules of inside voices and Dean's momentary calm, thrown out the window, since clearly Cas is awake now.

Dean doesn't turn around, staring very intently at the pancakes he's flipping, he can't let them burn after all. He hears Cas tiredly greet Jack, as he unplugs the griddle. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cas shuffle towards the coffee pot.

"Your's is on the stove" Dean says, pointing with his spatula, refus-without turning around. Cas just hums as a thanks. He may still be an angel, but whenever he does sleep, he is not a morning person.

Dean busies himself making plates for him and Cas, waiting until he hears the scrape of a chair before daring to turn around.

Dean quietly takes a deep breath. He's pretending to be married to the man, he's obviously going to have to look at him at some point.

But it's little hard to make eye contact, when you thought about those blue eyes in the show-

Something drops low in the pit of Dean's stomach and he puts both plates down, Cas isn't even awake enough to eat yet anyway so it's fine, and quickly starts wiping off the griddle with a wet paper towel instead.

Heart hammering in his chest, he squeezes his eyes shut for a second, trying to halt the panic currently clawing up his throat. He puffs out a breath.

This is ridiculous. Cas probably doesn't even know he turned into an octopus in the middle of the night, and he definitely doesn't know about Dean's-other thing.

So it's fine, because it's not like Dean's gonna tell him, any of it. Cas would probably be embarrassed about hanging on Dean in his sleep, and Dean wouldn't dare to make anything even more awkward.

So it's fine. It's good.

And with that revelation, he tosses the paper towel, grabbing their plates, and spins around before he can stop himself again.

And he's met with a very tired Cas leaning on one hand, clutching the mug close to his chest with the other, while he talks to Jack about nonsense. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and there's that smile on his lips that's reserved just for Jack.

This isn't a new sight by any means, he pretty much sees this every day now. But this is different.

Because technically he's seeing it in their kitchen. Sam and Eileen won't come stumbling in, it's just them. Alone.

And that swirling feeling, that Dean is realizing might be butterflies-but they definitely aren't because he's a grown man, and that would be ridiculous, is back with a vengeance.

Cas looks up, meeting his eyes giving him a smile that's reserved only for Dean. And those blue eyes that he-nope.

Dean shoves everything away, even the butte-swirling feeling, and moves, placing down Cas' plate, and sits across from him with his own.

"Thank you, good morning" Cas says after another sip of his coffee, his voice still thick with sleep.

This is just like any regular morning at the Bunker, if he ignores the details, so Dean can do this.

"Morning, finally join the land of the living?" Dean qups, taking a bite. Cas just squints, and points his fork at him accusingly

"Dean it's eight am, I distinctly remember you once saying that the land of the living doesn't begin until at least after nine" Cas smiles, proud of his little joke.

"Yeah but we're in the burbs now, didn't you hear the new rules? Tell him Jack" Dean smirks pointing his fork right back.

"Yeah, Da!" Jack shouts, and hey at least the kid is on his side.

Cas just rolls his eyes fondly and goes back to his food. And Dean definitely doesn't stare at him, especially not since he realizes Cas is wearing one of his old shirts.

Which again, isn't new, Cas does it all the time and Dean definitely doesn't care. But like everything else, this is different.

Because they're in a white marble kitchen, with the sunlight shining through the windows, eating pancakes that Dean cooked, with a child sitting in between them.

It's domestic, too domestic. Because now that feeling (the one Dean doesn't talk about) is bubbling up, joining with the butterfl-swirling feeling an-

"So, I saw a park on our way in yesterday. I thought we should take Jack today, it's much bigger than the park in Lebanon. And it would allow us to talk to some of the parents, to see if any of them were friends with Carol and Mike Stanton, or any of the other vics?" Cas suggested placing his fork on his plate.

The feeling immediately deflates, which Dean definitely doesn't care about. He's definitely glad it's gone.

Right, case, they're working a case. This Dean can handle.

"Sounds like a good idea as any, us pushing Jack on the swings, will put on a good show for whatever's out there. Plus, I bet these stay-at-home parents love will love to gossip about the murders of their neighbors" Dean points out which earns a huffed laugh from Cas.

Good thing they're both on the same page about these suburban bureaucrats. They're gonna be a nightmare, Dean can feel it.

"We can also definitely try to narrow down who the next vic could be, in case whatever it is we're hunting, decides it's tired of targeting just this house." Cas tacks on

"Yeah, but hopefully it'll just stick with us, make everything a hell of a lot simpler" Dean sighs, easily shifting into "hunter mode".

"And I think it'll be good for Jack to play with children his age. Oh, which reminds me. Jack, we need to have a serious conversation" Cas says calmly, folding his hands on the table, looking to Dean to make sure he understands.

"Yeah kiddo, we gotta talk about your angel mojo" Dean says, matching Cas' tone.

And with that, they have Jack's full attention. He may not even be two, but he's always been able to understand everything they say, which doesn't mean he always listens, but he knows what they're saying. They've all chalked it up to the half-angel.

"So I know we're in a different place, but the rules are still the same. No using your powers outside of our house, or this new house. Understand?" Cas stated simply but seriously.

"Yes Da, understand," Jack nods, trying to match Cas' serious face to the point where Dean had to hide a laugh behind his hand.

"Alright! Why don't you and your Dad go get dressed, and then we can go to the park" Dean said ramping up the excitement for Jack's sake.

"Park? Yay!" Jack cheers from his little booster seat.

"Dean, you made breakfast, I can clean up-"

"Cas we have this argument like every day at home, go get dressed I've got it. Plus I'm already dressed, see" Dean smiles gesturing to his flannel and jeans for effect.

Cas hesitates for a moment like he always does, but then he scoops up Jack and makes his way up the stairs.

As soon as Dean's sure they're out of sight, he slumps down against the counter, putting his head in his hands. After he collects himself to the best of his ability, he shoves off and starts cleaning up from breakfast. Which serves as a great distraction until he hears footsteps on the stairs again.

Dean grips the counter he's wiping off and stares up at the ceiling.

"Get it together Winchester. You're working a case, so act like it" Dean whispers to himself

And it hits him. This is all an act, so Dean just has to act like he doesn't care, like he isn't always one step away from a breakdown whenever Cas looks at him.

A foolproof plan, what could go wrong?

So with a deep breath, he turns around like a very professional hunter who's ready to pretend to be married to his best friend, which he definitely does not care about it at all because it's all an act.

But then he sees Cas standing in a gray sweater, jeans, and a long, deep blue peacoat that Dean has definitely never seen. And he loo-

"Ready to go?" Cas asks with a smile as he bounces an excited Jack on his hip. And Dean swallows, managing a nod.

Right, Dean doesn't care. He's fine.

So he quickly grabs his new brown coat, Sam told him to get some nicer clothes so they could "blend", and they're out the door, squinting in the sunlight.

Then he feels warmth in his hand, and meets Cas' slightly worried eyes. So Dean just squeezes back, and pulls Cas along down the porch steps.

Because Dean is fine, because he doesn't care. He's just holding Cas' hand, nothing weird about that, it's for the case.

But the more they walk, the more Dean realizes that there are a lot of people outside. Walking dogs, pushing kids in strollers, jogging,

God it's 9:30am on Monday, don't these people have jobs?

Apparently not, because they're all out here, and they can all see Dean. Holding Cas' hand.

And yeah okay maybe Dean does care, a little, it's all for an act, but he-

Cas' squeezes his hand tightly, and that electricity from yesterday shoots through Dean again. He glances over at Cas, who gives him a smile, and finds himself unable to turn away.

Cas can always sense when Dean was on the verge of a freakout, it was probably the angel mojo, but that didn't mean Cas always had to hel-

"Hi! You must be the new neighbors!" A voice calls, causing Dean and Cas to stall in their tracks, ending their staring contest.

Standing in front of them on the sidewalk was a couple, probably around their ag-well Dean's age. A shorter woman with a messy bun, and a guy around Cas' height, both wearing what looked like workout clothes. How pretentious.

But they didn't look like the rest of these rich asshats, especially since their clothes weren't full of designer logos.

"Sorry we just saw you moving in yesterday, we live a few houses up from you guys" The woman continued with a smile.

"That's was us, I'm Dean Richardson, this is my husband Cas. Oh and this is Jack" Dean said putting on a fake smile and holding out a hand, trying to ignore the way husband rolled so easily off his tongue.

"Oh sorry, where are our manners! I'm Jason Davidson, and this is my wife Molly. It's great to meet you, and this little guy too" Jason said as they shook their hands, giving a little wave to Jack.

"Can you say hi baby?" Cas said bouncing Jack a little

"Hi! I'm Jack I'm gonna be two" Jack said giving his award-winning smile and earning a laugh from Molly and Jason.

"We were just out on a run, and figured you'd want to meet some friendly faces first. Ya know, before you run into the bitches of the neighborhood since you guys seemed like normal, sane people" Molly laughed, which pulled a surprised laugh from Dean and Cas.

Yeah, definitely not like the rest of the rich asshats.

"Shoot! I'm so sorry for the language, little ears. But I just got off a forty-minute phonecall with Amanda, where she-"

"What Molly is failing to subtlely ask is, have you met Amanda and Bill yet?" Jason said quickly cutting off Molly's rant.

"No, I can't say that we have? Right, sweetheart?" Cas asked, amusement hinting in his voice. And the butterfl-swirling thing definitely didn't make an appearance at how naturally Cas tacked on the term of endearment. Because It's an act and Dean definitely doesn't care.

"They practically run the entire neighborhood. Amanda is the head of neighborhood watch, and the party planning committee. And her husband Bill is her right-hand man" Molly explained, and Dean and Cas exchanged a look.

"She's been all over us since it's our turn to host the annual-" Jason starts.

"Oh speaking of, you're both invited! It's a giant barbeque at our house, the entire neighborhood is attending" Molly smiles cutting in.

"A barbeque? In November" Dean asks, playing along.

"It's actually called 'Pleasant Acres' Annual Autumn Banquet' but we call it 'Barbeque Bonfire Night', to piss off Amanda, Bill, and their groupies. You're lucky you moved in the year we got stuck hosting, or else you'd be sipping wine to Chopin in Amanda's backyard" Jason winks.

"We've got booze, burger, wings, ribs you name it! It starts tonight at five, we know you just moved in, but it would be a great way to meet the rest of the neighborhood" Molly suggests. Dean turns to Cas to see a raised eyebrow and a look that says, "yes we have to go".

Well, maybe they'll be other "normal" people like Molly and Jason. Dean's starting to like them anyway.

"Thank you for the invitation, we'll definitely be there" Cas smiles turning back to them.

"What should we brin-"Dean starts, knowing it's polite to offer.

"Nope none of that, just bring yourselves! You just moved in, we've got everything covered, just com-"Jason began only to be cut off by a ringtone.

"Great, it's Amanda. I've gotta take it our she'll keep calling. Party starts at five, our house is number 2241, can't miss it! See you tonight!" Molly shouts, and with a wave, they're both making their way down the sidewalk.

"Well, that worked out nicely. All of the neighborhood in one place" Cas chuckled beside him.

"Yeah, now we've gotta spend the night schmoozing rich douc-not nice people, for info" Dean grumbled, catching himself. Little ears after all.

Cas just huffed a laugh, and began dragging Dean down the rest of the sidewalk.

Wait was Cas holding his hand the entire time? And he didn't even notice? Dean feels the heat creep up his neck, but it's fine because Dean definitely doesn't care.

"Well, we're definitely going to have to talk to Amanda and Bill, since they're the head of neighborhood watch" Dean groans ignoring the flush rising to his cheeks.

"I know, but apparently they aren't very good at their job, since three couples were murdered under their watch. So maybe the conversation won't be long" Cas supplies, which startles a laugh out of Dean.

"And at least Molly and Jason seem nice. So maybe they have some non-not nice people, friends" Cas continues and Dean barks a laugh.

"Wow two jokes in a row, when's your standup tour start?" Dean teases.

He doesn't have to look over to know Cas is smiling. So he knocks him with his shoulder, and then pointedly ignores the lightning that runs through his veins at the touch. And thankfully he doesn't have much time to pointedly ignore anything, since they arrive at the park, and immediately steer Jack towards the smaller, toddler equipment.

Because Dean is far too focused on continuously placing Jack on the top of the tiny slide, so he can slide down in Cas' waiting arms, to care about how the sight makes his heart twist.

And he's far too focused on Jack laughing in the baby swing, to care about how looking at how happy Cas is pushing him, causes that swirling feeling to swim around his stomach.

And he far too focused on Jack in his arms, to even care about the way Cas seems to be slightly leaning into him, as they walk hand and hand back to the house.

And he'd far too focused on going over the facts of the case with Cas at the kitchen table, during Jack's nap, to even care about how Cas' hair is still wildly windblown.

And he's too focused during their phone call with Sam, to care about how Cas' is sitting across from him, cheeks still tinged pink from the wind.

And he's too focused on everything, to even care about how they're gonna have to pretend to be a loving couple tonight, in front of hundreds of people. And how he might have to even kiss Cas.

Nope, Dean definitely doesn't care at all.

Tag list:

(please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed💛!!!)

@wormstacheangel @smiledean @shelikestv @chaoticdean @midnightwings-deancas @jellydeans @sunshine-jack @archervale @wikiangela @organicpurplepants @you-cant-spell-subtext-without

@writtendevastation @tkdwolf2012 @doemons-blog @rolling-stoned-girl @skylerkernaghan @shadowywerewolfqueen @the-cookie-navy @thelahatiel @thefantasyfiend @castielle-deanna @aestheticflyer26

@multi-fandom-imagine @x-mypeopleskillsarerusty-x @wellofwoes @becky-srs @multi-fandom-dark-lord @perfectkoaladream @castiel-for-lunch @it--hurts--to--become @bowtiesandneckerchiefs @dakiaty @feraldean @teamfreebees @keshetcas @hrh-princess-bea @martymar1963 @midnight-sparks-studio @slipper007 @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @winchester-novak @lyonessrampant @angelic-bee-enthusiast @nguyenxtrang @idiot-on-the-hill @ethicalbitch @fandoms-and-things @doreschary

98 notes · View notes

tmntstyle · 4 years

Text

BIRTHDAY GONE WRONG

**BEEP BEEP BEEP**

A green hand reached over and hit the 'off' button on a Mickey Mouse alarm clock. Stretching and yawning loudly, Michelangelo slowly sat up in his bed. The young terrapin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced across his dimly lit bedroom.

"GASP! Today's the day!!" Mikey exclaimed as he hopped out of bed and bounded to his calendar in excitement. Mikey grinned and bounced in place as he viewed the highly decorated date on the kitten calendar Raph had gotten him for Christmas.

"Ooh I can't wait to see what my amazing older brothers have planned for me today."

Mikey set about to get ready for the day. Once the bathroom had been visited with teeth brushed and an orange mask had been tied securely on his face, Mikey skipped out to the main living area.

Sitting on a beanbag was Leonardo scrolling through some app on his phone, his shell facing Mikey. On the ground beside Leo sat Donatello tinkering with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. again. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Hmm. Mikey shrugged and strode toward his immediate older brothers. "Good morning, dudes! It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Leo glanced up from his phone and turned his head to smile at Mikey. "It sure is, hermano. Too bad we can't go outside to enjoy it."

Confused by Leo's lack of acknowledgment of the day's importance, Mikey went and sat in front of his brothers.

"Well yeah, but I mean... It's a beautiful day down here. In sewer sweet sewer. Don't you think?"

Mikey directed the question at Donnie, who merely shrugged and said in a flat tone, "Don't know how this place can be anymore beautiful today than any other day."

'What is with these guys?' Mikey thought to himself. A bit disappointed by his brothers' lack of enthusiasm, Mikey stood and headed toward the kitchen.

'Maybe it's too early for any celebrating. Neither of them like mornings.' Then it was if a lightbulb turned on above his head. 'Aha! Of course! They have a big surprise planned and don't want to spoil it. Oh, those guys...'

Mikey hummed a light tune as he entered the kitchen. There, he found Raphael pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. Seeing his youngest brother, Raph smiled wide. "Mornin', little man!"

"Raaaph. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm NOT a 'little man'! I'm grown up like you!" Mikey rolled his eyes and huffed, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at his oldest brother.

"Right, right, sorry. Ya hungry, big guy?"

Mikey grinned and nodded. "You bet! What do we have?"

Raph looked at his brother in confusion. "Uh... Same stuff we always do. Cereal, toast, leftover pizza. Whatever you want."

Posture deflating, Mikey uttered an "Oh," and rifled through the fridge for the pizza box from the night before.

Heating up two slices of supreme pizza in the microwave, Mikey poured himself a glass of milk and took his 'breakfast of champions' (Leo's name for it) toward his room. Noticing Mikey's dejected behavior, Raph followed him.

"Somethin' wrong, bro?"

Mikey shook his head and opened his bedroom door. "Just still tired, I guess. Kind of a slow morning."

Nodding at his brother's words, Raph gave him a small smile. "I think we're all a bit tired. Take it easy for a bit."

Mikey didn't respond and shut the door behind him. Rather than sit and possibly drop grease on his bed, Mikey opted to sit in his egg-shaped floating chair. He sat his glass of milk down on his desk and started eating his pizza.

"What the heck is going on today? Does no one respect the joy of a birthday anymore? No happy morning greetings with confetti, no pre-made breakfast...no pops. Where is he?"

Setting his empty plate on the desk, Mikey sipped his milk and used his left foot to push on the floor. His chair lightly swung as he mulled over his family's behavior that morning.

After some time had passed, Mikey was woken out of his light doze by a knock on his door. Rubbing his eyes, Mikey called out, "It's always open!"

Splinter entered the room, ears twitching as he beheld his youngest and smallest child alone in his room. That alone was not concerning. What bothered Splinter was that Mikey seemed to have been asleep instead of painting or drawing or writing something. Keeping one hand behind his back, the older rat shut the door and walked toward his son.

"May I ask why you are alone in here and not with your family out there?"

Shrugging, Mikey kept his toes on the floor to maintain a steady swing of his chair. His right leg was bent underneath his left, hands resting on it. "Not much going on out there, dad. Seemed more fun to do my own thing than be around those party poopers."

Frowning at his son's words, Splinter sat on the edge of the bed and held out a brightly-colored box. "Well, I hope this can lift your spirits, Orange. It's not much, but I hope you like it."

Eyes widening at the expertly-wrapped gift, Mikey took the box from Splinter's hands. It wasn't overly big, nor was it small. Mikey smiled and tore off the orange wrapping paper, removing the lid covering the box.

Inside was a small book. Mikey gently lifted the brown leather tome, noting the professional binding. In gold lettering were the Japanese characters for Hamato on the spine. Turning the book over, Mikey found that there was no description for any story. Looking up, he saw Splinter smiling at him.

"It is a journal. Tradition in my family is to pass one down to your son to write of his life and adventures. Seeing as I have four sons, I had to decide which of you to give it to." Splinter reached out and flipped the book over to the front cover, pointing to an engraving on the bottom right corner.

"I knew a long time ago that it would be given to you once you had reached the right age. Of all my sons, you are the most creative and open-minded. I had your name engraved with April's help a few years ago. I hope you may find some use for it."

Mikey didn't know what to say at first. So he sniffed and threw his arms around Splinter in a tight hug. "Thanks, dad! This is the best birthday present I've ever gotten!"

Splinter chuckled and patted Mikey's shell. "I am glad you think so, my son."

Pulling out of the hug, Splinter stood and headed toward the door. "Feel free to join us whenever you wish. Though I am sure you would rather use this time to use your present."

Mikey grinned and nodded, grabbing a pen from his desk drawer. "You bet, pops. I'll be out there for dinner and topside shenanigans."

Smiling softly, Splinter left the room and shut the door behind him.

Hours of writing/doodling later, Mikey shut his journal and got out of his chair. Stretching his stiff limbs, Mikey checked his phone and was shocked to see that he had indeed missed lunch and nearly dinner.

"Oopsie! Guess I should finally make an appearance." The young turtle, mood drastically improved, exited his room and headed to the kitchen.

"Hiya guys! Wassup?" Mikey's entrance was met with wide eyes.

"Mikey! Where have you been? Haven't seen you all day!" Leo pulled out a seat at the table beside him. "I was bored without you."

Grinning, Mikey sat beside Leo and piled the pasta onto his plate. Other than Mikey himself, Leo was the best cook when he needed to be.

"Sorry. Got distracted. Excited to head topside, though!"

"Oh... Yeah, about that. No one is going up top tonight."

Groans and protests were the responses to Raph's statement. The leader merely crossed his arms and shook his head. "According to the news, a large storm is coming in. We're not going out there. End of story."

Sighing in defeat, Mikey rested his chin on his fist. He twirled noodles around the tines of his fork. 'Well this sucks,' he thought.

Standing up and grinning, Leo addressed the room. "Fear not, brethren! I have a fantabulous plan!"

Donnie rolled his eyes. "This oughta be good."

Ignoring his twin, Leo went on. "We can have a skateboarding competition! Winner decides on dessert and movie."

Mikey's eyes lit up at the idea. If he won, he could demand cake and an awesome movie. Then they would have to celebrate his birthday and reveal whatever surprise they've been hiding.

"I'm in!"

The four turtle brothers later stood at the top of their indoor skate ramp, skateboards in hand. "Alright, bro-hames. Rules are simple. Do a trick. Stick the landing. Winner will be decided by majority votes." Leo looked at his brothers for understanding. After an affirmative nod or thumbs up from each, Leo designated himself as first up.

The turtle in blue skated down the ramp and flew up the other side, completing a flip before skating down to the bottom. He finished with a twirl and bowed with one foot on the board. The other three clapped at the performance before moving on. Leo stood beside the ramp, watching as Donnie did a similar trick, but instead landed on his hands rather than his feet. Impressive.

"Why don't you go next, Mikey?" Ralph suggested.

Mikey grinned. "Don't mind if I do." With a determined look on his face, Mikey kicked off the edge of the ramp. 'Gotta win. Gotta win. Gotta win.' This chant overtook Mikey's thoughts as he picked up speed. When he made it up the other side of the ramp, he was too distracted to realize his placement and instead of doing any kind of trick, he plummeted toward the bottom of the ramp.

CRASH!

"MIKEY!!" Three turtles surrounded their fallen brother. "Mikey, you ok?" Donnie immediately assessed his younger brother for injuries. When he saw the unnatural angle of Mikey's left ankle, he cringed.

"Ooh, that looks bad. I gotta get you checked out then bandaged."

Shaking and silent, Mikey held his leg. No words came to him. Nothing except, "Ruined! It's ruined!"

Raph lifted Mikey delicately. "Don't say that, bro. Don'll fix your foot good as new." With that, the brothers headed to the genius' lab.

Mikey refused to speak after that. He didn't make a sound the entire time Don poked and prodded his obviously broken ankle. Even after being treated with utmost care and gentleness, Mikey remained mute.

"You're all fixed, Mikey. Can't you say anything? Not even 'ow'?" Leo tried his best to coax any words out of the youngest, but failed. Sighing, he patted Mikey's head. "Some birthday, huh?"

Mikey looked at his brother in shock. "Y-You remembered?" Taken aback by his brother's voice, Leo blinked several times before responding.

"Of course I remembered! That's why I came up with the skateboarding competition. I know how much you were looking forward to being topside today. Sorry my plan sucked."

"No! No no, your plan was great! I just... I thought you guys all... forgot. Or were just messing with me to surprise me later."

Leo swallowed and sat beside Mikey. "I'm sorry, Mikey. I didn't forget, but the others might have... They haven't talked about it at all."

Heaving a sigh, Mikey looked at his bandaged foot. This birthday sucks. Seems like everything went wrong today. No special breakfast, no party, not even a cake!

"Hey, I just remembered. I have something for you. Be right back." With that, Leo got up and left the lab.

A few minutes later, Leo returned carrying a cake, followed by Raph and Donnie. Both had apologetic looks on their faces.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey. I wasn't thinking. I can't believe I forgot what today is." Raph looked devastated. He took pride in caring for his family. This whole situation hurt him.

Donnie looked just as upset. He sat next to Mikey and took his hand. "Bro... Why didn't you say anything? We could've had a party!" Then the genius in purple smacked his own forehead. "April's text makes more sense now! That's what she meant by 'when's the party '!"

The three older turtles gave Mikey pleading faces. "Can you forgive us, bro? We didn't mean to give you a terrible birthday." Leo held the cake out to Mikey, candles lit.

Glancing at each brother, seeing the love and regret in their eyes, Mikey slowly smiled. "Of course you're forgiven. I can't stay mad at you guys. Besides, you brought cake! How can I say no to that?"

Three huge smiles were given in response. "Alright then," Raph said. "Blow out your candles and make a wish, big guy."

Mikey blew out the candles. "I have everything I need already. My family. My friends. Personal butlers who will cater to my every whim to make up for my sucky birthday and broken ankle." At this, his smile turned into a smirk.

"Isn't that right?"

Raph decided to answer for the group. "Sure, bro. Just until your foot heals."

Nodding, Mikey opened his arms. "You may hug me now."

His brothers chuckled and hugged him tight. They'd never forget important days like this again.

#rottmntquotes prompt #prompt A22 #birthday gone wrong #rottmnt #mikey #donnie #leo #raph #splinter

42 notes · View notes

skittles1229 · 3 years

Text

Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They knew me better then i know myself.

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time.

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't. Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald.

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters.

i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night.

i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way.

before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

https://my.w.tt/sosFRmianbb

#dashiegames #dashiexp #dashie x reader #fanfictions #fanfic #self insert #romance

7 notes · View notes

jacobseedvaas35 · 5 years

Text

Befriended

(Chapter 6: Bad Parents)

Word Count: 1380

Jacob had Bella pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him and his own hands resting on her ass, making her go up and down on his length. Her hands rested on her shoulder and let him take control of everything. She loved it when he was in control of the sex. It was the most amazing experience she ever had and she wasn't going to change any of it.

After a few more thrusts, Jacob and Bella both reached their ends. Bella wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck and hugged him tightly.

"You've made the last three weeks so enjoyable" Bella said. Yep, three weeks together as a couple who had sex almost every day and every where. Behind buildings, in the car park of her work place, in the middle of the woods, every where you could imagine. Was it too much? Yes but Jacob and Isabella didn't care. Bella would rather be in a relationship where it was constant sex then constant beating ups.

Jacob chuckled, then looked out the window to see two people standing in Isabella's drive way. "Looks like the next door neighbour has visitors" Jacob said and put Bella down.

She looked out the window and her happy mood was immediately changed to unhappy mood. "Fuck sake" she said and looked at Jacob.

"Parents?" Jacob asked and got a nod from Isabella.

"I want nothing to do with them"

"I'll handle it" Jacob said and got dressed.

"Or we can leave them alone and eventually they'll fuck off".

Jacob looked at Bella, sensing the anger inside her towards her parents. It was understanding, it was their fault that Bella got beaten up every day by her fiancé. All because they wanted his money.

"Ahh Bella, you still don't know me or who I am" Jacob said and kissed her on the forehead. "Trust me with this one".

"Trust you? Jacob, What did you do?" Bella asked. "Or what are you up to?"

"I'm getting my girlfriends revenge on the three people who made her life a living hell" Jacob explained. "I just need my girlfriend on my side".

Revenge on the three people she hates? And her new boyfriend is the one that is going to help her? He'll yeah. She wasn't going to pass on this opportunity. "Revenge is all I ever wanted on these people. Do you think I'm going to say no to you? Of course I'll be on your side Jacob".

"Good. Now play along" Jacob said and walked out off the bedroom. He walked outside and approached Bella's parents, "you looking for someone?".

The couple turned around and looked at Jacob, a little frightened when they saw him. "We are looking for the girl that lives here but doesn't look like she's home" the dad said.

"Isabella? Yeah she's home but this doesn't really qualify as her home anymore" Jacob said, with a smirk on his face.

"I don't understand" The mom seemed confused.

"She lives there at the moment" he said pointing at his house.

"But we were told that she lived her" the mom said again.

"Who are you?" The dad asked.

Jacob looked at the dad, with a smirk on his face.

"My boyfriend" Isabella said from behind Jacob, approaching the three people. "What are you two doing here?".

"Isabella. How are you my child?" Her mother asked and tried to approach her but was stopped by Bella.

"Don't come here acting like this toward me" Bella snapped. "What do you both want?"

Her parents looked at each other, then looked back at Bella. "Mark called us. He said he found you and tried to make things up with you but things went bad".

"Make things up" Jacob said laughing at the same time. "Beating up someone doesn't really classify as "making things up". Please. If I didn't come to your daughter's aid, she probably would have been dead".

"Ahh So you're the guy that bashed our son in law?" The dad said, walking on top of Jacob but regretted it the moment Jacob walked onto him.

"Son in law?" Bella yelled. "He isn't your son in law anymore".

"Please Bella, give him another chance" her mother said.

"Piss off. Get off my fucking lawn before I arrest you for trespassing" Bella started getting fired up. "And for the record, Mark and I will never ever happen again. You see this guy, his my boyfriend now. He treats me like a princess and is gentle with me. He loves me. I would not give this man up for someone like Mark. If you love him so much, then why don't you both marry him. Now get lost!".

"You heard the lady, get going" Jacob added, staring her father down scaring him in the process.

"Come on Jacob" Bella said, grabbing his hand and walking back to his house.

The next day, Jacob requested to meet with the sheriff while Bella was at work. He needed to talk to the Sheriff and warn him about everything. They met up at the pizza joint in Henbane River, cause it was close to the Jail.

"Morning Jacob. How are you?" Sheriff Whitehorse shook his hand.

"Morning Sheriff. Thank you for coming"

"Seems like it's very important, seeing that you couldn't come to the prison"

"Not with Bella there. I needed to talk to you very privately"

"What is this about?"

"Her parents and ex-fiancé. They've come to Hope County with bad intentions. Isabella is terrified but she's trying to put on a brave face. I can see the fear in her and I'm scared for her now" Jacob explained.

"That's not good. What do you have in plan?" The Sheriff asked, knowing that something was going through Jacob's mind.

Jacob sighed and looked down at the table, "For the first time in my life, I'm scared Sheriff. I'm really scared for Bella's life. Her ex-fiancé looks like he has come to finish his work off. I'm worried that if he gets a hold of Bella, he is going to kill her".

"Really? Shit, that bad huh?" The Sheriff became worried as well.

"I need to keep them away from her and putting them in prison isn't going to happen, seeing that they haven't committed any crime" Jacob looked up at the Sheriff and sighed again. "I need my Veterans Centre back".

"Jacob"

"Sheriff I promise you, I won't go back to my old ways but I need that place to keep them away from Isabella. I'm begging you, it's only for Bella" Jacob tried his best to convince the sheriff. "I want a future with Bella but I'm afraid that it won't happen, if I don't do something about these people".

The Sheriff thought about it for a moment, taking in everything Jacob said. If a man like Jacob was afraid for Isabella's life, then something was really up. "How bad are these people Jacob? You're worrying me a lot. Is Isabella really in that much danger?".

"With her ex-fiancé out there somewhere, yes she is in really bad danger. He's been following her since she moved to Hope County and I'm certain that he still is"

"Ok. I'll give you the Veterans Centre back but under one condition" the Sheriff said. "I want to be part of the torture of her family and ex-fiancé?"

"You've got yourself a deal Sheriff" Jacob accepted. "By the way, I know yours and Isabella's secret".

"Secret? What secret?" Sheriff Whitehorse hesitated.

"I know that you are the one that made Isabella get close me" Jacob said, smiling a cheeky smile.

"I don't know what you are talking about Jacob" the sheriff said nervously.

"Just admit it Sheriff. You made Isabella get close to me and I'm not even angry about it".

"Really?"

"Yes And I'm glad you did Sheriff. She's been the best thing to happened to me, in my 47 years of life. So please, help me protect my girl".

With those words, the Sheriff nodded and accepted to help Jacob. The two men stood up and shook hands, before going their separate ways. The Sheriff went back to work, while Jacob stayed in Henbane River to wait for Bella to finish her shift.

#jacob seed #far cry 5 #isabella jones #jacob seed x female deputy #befriended #smutty story #ginger mountain man #fc 5

11 notes · View notes