#stop invading my damn dash

[greycaelum]

imagine past/young gojo and reader go into the future and meet the future gojo and reader with the kids and shi

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Sweet Things }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

2016... The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010. "This is crazy..." Is this even possible? Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?

𑁍 Genre: fluff, time-leap

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.4k)—/ glimpse of teen Satoru, teen reader, the reader got sucked in a curse's domain, clingy Satoru—/

𑁍 A/N: For some reason, there seems to be a number that likes this trope (I have two more of the same request in the inbox). This is not my forte, so sorry for the very long wait dear. I'll post the next part in Satoru's POV. This will be a three-shot I guess.

"Neh, can you fight?" A 19-year-old Satoru held his breath as he asks the girl he's been wanting to talk to for years now. "I can train you," he added.

"No, but if you do that stunt again I'm gonna knee you where the sun doesn't shine." You smiled sweetly at the male, contrasting with the blank look in your eyes. 

Satoru's heart only shivered. Please, you have to stop being so adorable it's making his heart go batshit pounding.

"Yaga-san, I'm going. Please wire my payment to the usual account." You bowed at the older male chanting to let down a curtain. You move to get out before the partition touched the ground.

"Oi!" Satoru almost choked on himself watching you turn your back on him. Not so fast pretty girl. Not when he's spent years looking at you from afar. He stopped you and handed over the blue folding umbrella.

"Sorry about that, I'm Gojo Satoru, and take this. It's going to rain," Satoru smiled and reach for your hand, depositing the umbrella before you could reply, and ran back into the curtain. He bit his lips, grinning to himself so badly he feels like he wants to roll on the ground. Damn it! You're just so cute. Seconds later small droplets started to fall.

That was how you "first" met the annoying but thoughtful menace. But little did you know...

Little by little he meets you more frequently in the missions, being a window, you're the first in the scene before the managers and sorcerers arrive. And it was supposed to be a normal mission and the sorcerers were just a bit late when you got entangled in the domain, with no way out. Just when your eyes are fully engulfed in the bottomless pit, a dash of white hair rushes forward and a shout called you.

"Y/n! Wake up, hey grab on me!" A crisp profanity flew out of the rude mouth. You swam into consciousness and gasped for oxygen.

You thought you're gonna die. That wasn't the first time you put down a curtain for a special grade curse but it sure will be the closest you get to dying. The curse messes up space and time. After regaining your breath, your eyes fluttered open and met the thick foliage of trees staring back at you.

The sound of loud children nearby occupied your hearing as you swam into full consciousness. This is Jujutsu Tech's grounds, the scenery is familiar but you don't know where it will lead since Master Tengen's barrier changes every day leading to different kinds of places to keep intruders from invading the school.

You started walking until you find yourself at the door of the mountain, towards the city. You look down at your dirty clothes and sighed. Perhaps getting a shower first makes sense. You hailed a cab and gave your address.

"!?"

The three-story building you're living in is nowhere and it was replaced by a fancy-looking cafe.

Les Sucreries

"What is going on?" You remember walking up and going out of your apartment this morning. You can't be in the wrong place since the ice cream parlor you love is right in front and a few blocks is the cafe you are working on part-time. 

"Ah, Miss. If you'd like please check out this flier it's time-limited so make sure to drop your entry!" A lad skip up to you and extended a flier then ran away.

Free Bouquet for the first three visitors... Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets. Only until July 27, 2016...

2016...

The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010.

"This is crazy..." Is this even possible?

Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?

If in 2016 your apartment is not there anymore... Does that mean you finally got to buy your own house? What course did you take in college? Did you finally get a decent boyfriend?

A blush rose to your face. Why of all things did you have to think of that? You should first find a way home before worrying about that. Maybe going back to Jujutsu Tech will help. You started walking in the direction of the college.

The cafe door opened and a lady in a barista's apron peeked outside. The baby she's carrying on her hip calmed down when she walked out of the cafe. 

"Did you see someone we know Kou-chan?" The lady chuckled as she tickled her baby boy with striking white hair while he tried to babble and pointed his chubby finger at the lady walking away.

"Mama..."

"Mnn? Mama's right here sweetheart." 

II

Ahhh, this is crazy. The Tokyo of 2010 and Tokyo of 2016 look so alike and not at the same time.

You walked and walked and stopped.

That striking white hair that stands out of the crowd, lanky figure, and cool minty scent. The man is walking on the other side of the road and stopped on the red lights.

"Gojo?"

Your hands immediately flew to cover your mouth. He's wearing a weird white bandage over his eyes and his hair is fluffed up by the constricting cloth. But it's him! He looks just a 'bit' more handsome and mature...

Shit! You smacked your head. This is not the time for those thoughts.

And you'd never admit it to him or else his ego will gloat and you won't hear the end of it. Sometimes you wonder if ever someone has duct taped his mouth because he's so noisy and annoying.

Anyways, you can't help but trail after Gojo. Surely he'll help you if you just approach him. Everyone says he has a bad personality but when you first met him, he may sound condescending yet he ran after you to give you an umbrella because it was going to rain. That was thoughtful of him.

He's not that so bad... You thought and sighed. He may have the answer on how you could come back home. But at the same time, you're a little curious about how he turned out 6 years later. Just a little curious. After you're satisfied you'll approach him!

Come to think of it... Is he married? He should be 24 right now... It's quite young to be married yet but knowing that he came from the Gojo Clan and on top he's the heir it's not surprising if he already has an arranged marriage partner.

What does she look like? She must have a very unique curse technique and be from a prestigious clan.

Argh! Stop thinking about that Y/n. I need to go home. You steeled your thoughts.

Mustering up your courage you ran to the nearest pedestrian line and ran after Gojo but he walks damn fast.

"Damn, those lanky legs." You panted and look around only to realize you're back to where you were before. 

Les Sucreries

That's French... The name fits Gojo very much.

What is he doing here? Overcame by curiosity, you entered the cafe and sat on the farthest table. Will he recognize you?

That was when a woman came down the stairs, wearing a plain brown apron. She didn't notice you because she was focused on the man leaning on the stairs. The man was Gojo.

And the woman... was you...?

Your jaw dropped and took another look at the woman's face. It's definitely you!

It's just that your hair is longer and your body is more mature. And there's the palpable wedding band on your left ring finger.

But that's definitely "you" standing beside the strongest sorcerer, with his hands wrapped around "your" waist as he tries to sneak a kiss.

W-What happened?

Your heart was pounding and slowly regretted entering the cafe. Not in your wildest dreams did you think this would even be a possibility. I-Is he your h-husband?

So you got married. And not just married!

You're married to Gojo.

What were you thinking?! Ahhhhh! You felt your heart like a dying fish removed from the water. This isn't real... You could feel your soul escaping from your body.

You looked up and blue eyes met you. The same arrogant smirk on his lips and he whispered something to "your" ear and kissed her temples before walking towards your direction. The future "you" went up the stairs, still uninformed that her six years younger self is here.

"You blushing Y/n-chan?" He chimed and sat on the chair across from you, flashing a devilish grin. "So... how did my lil' teen crush get here?"

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld

#kaleidoscope series #c&mchapters #married gojo fluff #gojo satoru x wife #gojo satoru x reader #jjk married gojo fluff #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo kouki #gojo x you #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #husband gojo x wife reader #teen gojo satoru #teen reader

[reticent-writer]

Following the ask where adam kid sees him die and decides to become general when they're older can I request years later when they're more older they act like Adam with a dash of invader zim? (They're annoying to everyone around them in Heaven and Hell, but for heaven they have high respect for Sera...but they unknowingly annoy her like Zim annoys the tallests)

Part 1

Taglist: @sugerplumig, @yukicandlewolf, @valerie-36, @kira-lovejoy

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"Y/n!"

"Oh uh, what happened?" Sera snapped you out of your thoughts.

"You were telling me what you were going to do about the extermination."

"Oh yeah!" You got excited, "As I was saying, I'm gonna finish what my dad started, We failed because we thought we couldn't be harmed but thanks to MY great leadership skills and battle strats we can win."

"It isn't about winning, Y/n. The sinners are uprising we kill as many of them to stop it."

"Okay so kill as many of them gotcha... starting with Charlies hotel." You muttered the last bit.

"What was that?"

"Nothing ma'am. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." You were about to dismiss yourself when Emily stopped you.

"NO! Why does the extermination have to continue? We know that sinners can be redemed and-"

"Who says sinners want to be redeemed."

"Sir Pentious-"

"Was a coincidence. He was selfless and sacrificed himself. Do you really think everyone down there is the same? I'm not trying to be rude but grow up, not everyone is as nice as you. The sinners down there will kill you without a second thought."

Sera sighed before standing in-between the both of you.

"Y/n you are dismissed."

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.

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"Hiiii Lute." You ran up behind her and jumped on her back while she was minding her own business. She flipped you over her head and you landed you your back.

*cough cough* Damn Lute *cough cough HAAAAACCK*

"I told you to stop doing that."

"Sorry not sorry." You wheezed.

"What is it now, Y/n?"

"Extermination time." You hopped to your feet and before Lute could react you pulled her into the air and flew to the golden gates. The other exorcists were waiting for you.

"THIS IS FOR ADAM, CHARLIE AND VAGGIE WILL GET WHAT'S COMING FOR THEM!" You riled up, "KILL EVERY CRACK SMOKING COCKSUCKER THAT YOU SEE!"

You opened a portal for them to fly down. The massacre begins.

Your first and only stop was the hotel. You flew straight through the ceiling and landed in the atrium with Lute right behind you.

You heard a collective gasp and chuckled, "Wow... I like what you've done with the place." You spun around as you looked at the place, it really did look a lot better since the last time you've been there. Too bad you were gonna ruin it.

You looked back at the crew and made eye contact with Lucifer.

"Who's too young now bitch." You said through gritted teeth before getting yourself ready to attack.

"Still you." He joked.

Without a second thought, you went straight for him.

Spoiler alert: You lost

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#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel angst #adam x reader #x child reader #child reader #platonic #male reader #female reader #gn reader

[cxffeeshxp]

~ You know what, new years new nigga.

I only rarely block or soft block mutuals but I thing I am gonna change that shit. I have been on this site for too damn long, so long that I am a growned up ass man and my mutuals are also adult so as such I no fucking with this passive aggressive ass shit or guilt tripping shit no more. Yo ass getting blocked or soft blocked, ain't wasting my time on niggas that should know better.

I get feeling upset when it seems like you are being ignored, and all threads you have are dropped but do you really REALLY thing making a post to shit on your mutuals will make it better?

NO!

Do you think constantly saying you feel like leaving makes people want your guilt tripping ass to stay?

For me, NO? Get to stepping, role-playing clearly isn't helping your mental health, and it might be better for you to take a hiatus or just stop all together.

Here's the shit niggas won't tell you, you aren't the center of your mutuals life and that is FINE! They aren't the center of your life either. Sometimes people only have motivation for certain muses or have a plot they have with a certain mutual, and that's fine, don't take it personal.

But also don't post on your mutual's dash 'oh woe on me you guys don't like me anymore' because that is a good way to leave mutuals and friends.

I am just so tired of the manipulative shit that for so long has just remained on this website that I am done. Fuck that. Nothing stopping you from reaching out to the very people you are waiting to interact with you, I get being shy or anxious but only way to get over it is to just say yolo and invade people's ask box or dms, not shitting on them or yourself.

#{ mun rambles } #vent cw #I am just not having it #we are adult we need to act like it sometimes #do better

[windydrawallday]

"My father worked at the city's lighthouse, as did my grandfather and my grandfather's father. All the male children in my family were expected to inherit the place and title, of a lighthouse keeper. Even when the site became another simple point of tourism today. At first, I was excited by the idea of ​​being part of such a legacy. And my father encouraged me with stories of his experience… and fantastic ones. His favorites included sea monsters."

"He said that all the lighthouse keepers in my family not only guided ships to the coasts of the city, they were also night watchmen who, with the light from the lighthouse, scared away creatures that were part human and part fish that came out at night to roam the coasts, looking for anything to drag into the depths of the water and devour it among the waves."

"Over time when I grew up, I stopped believing in those fantasies but also I started to see through them: my father was just trying to brainwash me so that I would continue the tradition and put aside my preferences and personal goals that I now had as an adult. The pressure of being his only child wasn't helping. Then one day I decided to leave him on a very bad note, never to return."

"I don't believe in destiny, but I do believe that life is cyclical like the phases of the moon, and what once illuminated must go out, and that's what happened with my father. In the most fateful way possible: he died from a fall in the area of ​​that damn lighthouse. I was not only going to have to see him again in the most unwanted way possible, but also to face that construction that now legally belonged to me, even though I only saw it as a gigantic hindrance in my life."

"These events have not only upended my routine and overwhelmed my mind in ways I once thought I could control: since I've been around the lighthouse (and even before), my dreams have been invaded by terrible images and a feeling of constant suffocation."

"But I have hope that this will end soon, that the moon will hide again and the lighthouse will go out. Although now I fear more than ever, that when that happens the monsters of my dreams will come true." - P.

HERE WE GO! Snippet + Illustration as a sort of introductory teaser to give you all a taste of this collaborative story-concepts I share with my buddy @nine-tailed-grimm and ALL OF THIS STARTED FROM-- a transformers merfolk AU BAHAHA coff

Anyways, I don't want to extend this more but long story short: in this AU we have fun creating scenes with a horror-gothic flavor, mostly inspired by the Cthulhu mythos (specifically the Deep Ones)so there's a lot of mystery veiled between everyday moments balanced with a dash of wonder at the strange creatures the human cast will face during the progress of the story.

I'm pretty excited to share this, I'm not gonna lie!!!

In the next few days, I want to share more about it! All will be tracked under the tag #tf au the lighthouse if you prefer to check later, I got quite the bulk of material, refs and silly doodles so, hope you all enjoy it while it lasts!

#myart #transformers au #tf au the light house #merfolk au #mermay #is an excuse too to use that tag shhh #leafy sea dragon #moon phases #bad omen #deep ones #tfa prowl #believe it or not he is the narrator bahaha coff #more about that another day!

[olderjustneverwiser]

I Burn for You, You Burn for Me (Steve Harrington)

Fictional boyfriends come and go, and I guess now it's Stevie's turn. Based off of Dermot Kennedy's new song Kiss Me, which is a phenomenal song, and everyone should go and listen to it.

Masterlist

Set after S4 Vol 1. Friends to lovers with a hefty dash of angst and hurt/comfort. Has this been done with Steve yet? Probably, but do I care? Not really because I love this fucking trope and no one will ever stop me from writing it.

Word count: 2.5K

Also, when did I start putting song lyrics at the beginning of every fic? Idk, it's who I am now I guess.

Enjoy!

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Let this night invade my lungs, you're all I want to breathe Right beside the lake, I burn for you, you burn for me

So kiss me the way that you would If we died tonight

The ride home from the lake was quiet.

Too many exhausted bodies in the car and horrors replaying in the minds of you and your friends. No one wanted to speak, and it's not like Steve needed directions for where to drop everyone off anyway. The only words spoken were quiet goodbyes once he got to each house, the scared, tired voices of your friends breaking the silence at Nancy's house, then Robin's. 

You had barely managed small hums of acknowledgement with each goodbye. The night had left you feeling broken, tears had threatened to fall since landing in the Upside Down and you feared that anything more would allow the floodgates to open. So, you stayed silent, tried to focus and keep your breathing regulated. Tried not to think about the pain from your inguries or the gash on Steve's stomach.

Steve drove right past your street and continued the drive on his own without even having to ask, he already knew where you wanted to go. His place was calm and empty; free of concerned parents asking too many questions neither of you could answer. You also really just wanted to be with Steve at this moment. He had always been your best friend, your safety net. Had been ever since you were both young and ignorant about what was going on underneath your town. Although he had been something more to you for quite some time now. 

He didn't have to know that, though. He never said anything to make you think he thought of you as anything more, so you’d be damned if you’d be the one to bring it up and risk everything. You would just keep that little secret all to yourself even if it killed you.

You could feel his gaze on you as he pulled into his driveway. He was worried about you, that much was obvious. You had barely spoken a word since finding him under the water. Apart from screams of pain and a babbled, repeated mantra of "You're okay, you're okay" whispered into Steve's hair as you held him, you had been silent. Thinking. Replaying the awful scene in your head. 

Steve flicked on the foyer light once you were both inside and the sudden brightness made you squint. The iridescent bulbs seemed too bright compared to the darkness you all had been shrouded in for hours. They stung your eyes, and you resented how they illuminated Steve's injuries. You were unable to ignore them in this harsh light or pretend that they didn’t exist. There were too many bite marks from those fucking creatures; too much dried blood and muck. 

You turned your gaze away from him, but all that managed to accomplish was replace the current state of him with what you found in the Upside Down. You could still hear the sound the bats made as they clawed at his skin, still see them taking chunks out of him. Even worse, you could still feel the way your stomach sank as you saw him writhing, damn near dying in front of you.

Steve must have sensed your discomfort because he was at your side in an instant, wrapping strong arms around you and repeating your words from earlier in the night.

"It's alright, it's over for now," he said softly into your hair. “Hey, let’s go get washed up. It’ll make us feel better, yeah?” Even though all you wanted was to crash in his bed or into him, you were too tired to argue, so you agreed. The two of you went through the motions in silence, taking the stairs hand in hand, gathering towels and shampoo. Steve knew you didn't want to be alone so he gave your hand a final squeeze as he led you to his parent's bathroom, promising he'd be as quick as he could as he turned to go to his room. 

Once in the bright bathroom, you turned the heat up on the water, shedding your filthy clothes and slowly standing under the hot spray, watching as swirls the color of rust flowed down the drain. The water scalded your skin and irritated your wounds but you scrubbed anyway, anything to get the feeling of that place off of your body. Your dirty fingernails scratched your scalp and you wished the memories of this awful night could be washed away as easily as the grime leaving your body. 

They couldn't, and you knew that. It wasn't going to stop you from trying, though. 

The truth was, the mental scars from the night would last far longer than the bite marks and rope burns that littered your arms, you face, your thigh. Steve being dragged under the water and his screams of anguish as those things bit at him were imprinted in your mind. Not to mention the sight of him being mauled in the Upside Down; the sight of what you thought was your best friend dying in front of you was sure to stay in the forefront of your mind. It was all you thought about in the car ride, all you could think about now in the hot steam of the shower.

Steve was here, and he was alive, but the feelings of despair and hopelessness still remained. 

A loud knock on the bathroom door tore you out of your thoughts, no doubt Steve seeing if you were okay. You flicked the tap off, only to let Steve know that he didn't have any reason to worry.

Well, any more reason than he would normally have after a night like this.

"Hey, I left some clean clothes for you on the counter." Steve's voice broke through the silence that followed, "We should probably clean our cuts, too. No tellin' what those fuckers infected us with."

Your voice was scratchy as you yelled out an 'okay' and as you left the shower in reach of the clean clothes, you caught your reflection. It made you stop; you looked so much older than you actually were and you were sure that tonight's events didn't help your appearance. Not only did you look older but you felt older, in both your body and in your mind. Your group of friends had all gone through a lot; too much for your age, and it showed. 

You shrugged the clothes on as quickly as your tired body would allow, knowing they were Steve's and that they'd bring you some semblance of peace. Just simple shorts and an old Hawkins High tee, but they smelled like his mom's laundry detergent and his cologne and shampoo.

They smelled like Steve, a safe place. 

"You can come in, Steve," you called out while searching in his mother's bathroom closet for first aid supplies. When you finally found them Steve stepped into the bathroom, and the sight of him made you gasp. Dirt and blood no longer covered his injuries and his clean skin allowed them all to show on his skin. Angry pink and red bite marks on his arms, his chest. The awful mark on his neck from when he was choking. They made you sick.

If Steve noticed your staring he didn't say anything about it. He was too busy staring right back at you, guilt bubbling up in his chest because you were hurt because of him. Shaking his head after a beat, seemingly shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he grabbed the peroxide and cotton balls from you.

"Hop up on the counter, let's clean those bites," he ordered, voice low but soft.

"Steve, look at you. You need this way more than I do-"

"You really gonna argue with me on this? You're getting looked at first, Sweetness." You knew it was fruitless to argue with him when he was in his caretaker mode, so you did as he asked, your bones aching as you maneuvered yourself onto the vanity. This height gave you the perfect view of his face, his deep brown eyes. He was close, and you could smell mint toothpaste on his breath.

The closeness between you also allowed you to really study him as you had found yourself doing more and more lately. If you thought you had changed in the past few years, it was nothing compared to how Steve carried himself or treated those around him.

He was no longer 'King' Steve Harrington, resident asshole of Hawkins High. Somewhere between minimum wage jobs and losing fist fights and battling literal monsters, Steve had grown into a man. Sure, he was still Steve deep down, but he was once again the Steve you knew before he cared about popularity and his daddy's money. He cared about his friends more than how many notches he could get on his belt. Doing things by himself and for others was more important than skating by on his good looks and charisma. He was the Steve you fell for when you were both thirteen, before his shoulders got broader, his hair got better and he had his first kiss behind the school gym. 

His expression was unreadable as his gaze fell from bite to bite on your face and arms. It was one you had seen him wear often around you but you could never figure out what he was thinking when he wore it. Sometimes it looked a lot like yearning; you were sure it mirrored the looks you saved for him, but you tried not to think about that too often. Thinking about it would only hurt your heart. 

But before you could allow your mind to go there, he blinked whatever thoughts away and prepped some cotton balls for you. 

"This is gonna sting," he whispered apologetically right before pressing it to your temple. The pain was instantaneous; a sharp sting that you felt right down to your bones and it made you hiss, your body tense. Steve grimaced as he moved from bite to bite, whispering apologies after every one and promised he’d be finished soon. His free hand flew to your knee to ground you, the warmth it offered spread throughout your tired body. It really wasn’t fair, this effect he’d always had on you. 

"You really shouldn't have jumped in after me, y'know." He didn't sound angry as he tossed the used cotton into the trash, more like annoyed, worried. Scared and relieved all at the same time.

You still rolled your eyes, you’d expected this. "It's not like any one of us would have let you just stay under without going after you."

"It's just, you shouldn't have even been in the boat. I told you to stay behind with the kids."

"You really think I wasn't going to go with you?" 

"You shouldn't have come with me," Steve sighed, rubbing at his face with his free hand. "All I'm saying is when you're there, keeping you safe is all I can think about. You scared the piss outta me tonight, I didn't think we were gonna make it out of that place. I just didn't want you to have to go through that again. Not ‘cause of me"

He had that look again; an almost pained expression as his eyes bore into yours and his grip on your knee tightened. The more you returned his gaze the harder you tried to decipher the way he was looking at you and the way he always looked at you. 

In that moment, it felt a lot like the way you looked at him. It felt a lot like love.

A small part of your brain urged you to stop and think about your next words, but you were just so tired from the events of the night and tired of pretending that you weren't in love with your best friend. Tired of the 'what ifs' and 'will we evers'.

"Steve, you know what I was thinking after you got dragged under the water?" He kept silent, awaiting your answer. "All I could think about was that you were alone, and scared, and I thought you were dying. What would I have done if that was the final time I'd ever get to see you? I didn't even have to think about following you." 

You took a breath before continuing, "I just did it because you're my best friend and I love you. I jumped in and fought next to you because I love you. I don't know when my feelings turned into something more, and I tried to deny them for so long, but I just can't." You finished, quickly before your nerves caught up to you. 

He stayed silent for a second, shock and surprise enveloping his features. Apart from that he was impossible to read and for those first few seconds you waited with bated breath, worried that you'd just fucked everything up. But then his hands flew to your face, cupping your jaw in a way that was way too loving to be platonic.

"You love me?" He breathed out, searching your face for any hint of trickery he could see. Of course, he found none. All he managed to find was flushed cheeks, wide, hopeful eyes and love. And you had never seen him look so relieved, so content.

All you could offer him was a nod. You felt frozen; still terrified because Steve was your best friend and even though you had fought monsters together just hours prior, this is what scared you the most. The uncertainty, the fear that you'd learn he didn't love you in that way, that you would lose him because of this. But suddenly he was closing the gap between you, the smell of mint and his shampoo enveloping you and then Steve slowly, teasingly, pressed his lips to yours. 

It was a desperate kiss, an, 'Oh God we almost missed out on this' sort of kiss that made your toes curl and your heart swell in your chest. Steve pulled away, pressing one, two, three more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he sighed, smile wide, looking as though you'd just given him the fucking world. 

He kissed you again, then again, until you were both breathless and smiling more than kissing because you were both so full of love for eachother. In those few moments of bliss, the two of you didn’t think about the other world under your town or what was to come, only what was right in front of you. 

The world didn't seem so dark and scary then. 

"And in case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with you, too."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #st fic #dermot kennedy #joe keery #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst

[elementalladymallorie]

We've Cleaned Our Wounds, but the Pain Doesn't Fade that Soon

So saw and have re-watched it a fair few times, and got this idea stuck in my head, and it wouldn't leave until I wrote it out.

This does have spoilers! So if you haven't watched the movie yet, I don't recommend this until you have! I recommend scrolling right past this too.

This a post-movie look at how the Hamato family deals with the what happened after they've had a chance to recover.

Word Count: 8K

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CW/TW: Panic Attack Description, Nightmares, Body Horror (At least in line with the movie). If I missed anything let me know please!

New York was healing, being rebuilt from all the damage the Krang and the Technodrome had done. 

It’s people were still talking about of course, there would be news stories for weeks if not months about what happened and every conspiracy theory about how it was all fake, but everyone was returning to their lives. Going back to the normal and routine, it was part of the healing process.

The Hamato clan was trying to do that too; going home, patching themselves up, fixing up the lair and trying to get back to whatever normal is for mutant teenagers.

It’s not easy though to move on from something like as Earth shattering as this though

Raph had been frustrated at first about the whole event after everyone had a chance to breathe and started to process all that had happened. 

He was proud of what he did of course, he got Leo out of a bad situation and when he rejoined the fight, he’d given it his all and stood strong next to his brothers. There were things he would change of course, heck if they could have avoided the situation from the start that would’ve been great but they weren’t going to try and change the past. Not again at least.

So yeah, Raph had been frustrated by the whole thing, but he was fine! Donnie even cleared him as physically fine after several tests. So there was no reason for Raph to be freaking out.

He’d gotten something in his eye, a fleck of dust or something, nothing too big or anything, but when he went to rub his eye, he must have pressed just a little too hard. Because suddenly… suddenly it wasn’t just a speck of dust irritating his eye.

It was the Krang’s tentacles as he invaded Raph’s mind to find their home, where that key had been taken. Then he was being turned into that freaky Krang Monster Zombie Soldier thingy and he’s fighting his family, and his eye and head were really hurting. Raph really just wanted that to stop now.

He can kind of hear voices, but he can’t focus on them. His hand is covering the entirety of his right eye now, heel of the palm digging in slightly as fingers curl and dig lightly into the fabric of his mask, pressing into his head. He wants to claw out that Krang gunk, because it hurts and that gunk was making him fight his family and he wants to stop!

There’s a hand on his wrist, pulling his own hand away from his face which is frightening enough, but then there was a hand on his face and he couldn’t take that. Not now. 

Raph pulled himself away from the hands, stumbling backwards with a growl in his throat and a fist raised to deal with whichever Krang it was that decided to touch him again.

Except it wasn’t a Krang.

It was Donnie, his younger brother , with hands raised in front of himself, not to defend but to show he wasn’t a threat . Donnie’s eyes were wide, fear and concern both obvious in the look which was worrying because Don’s usually really reserved about showing those emotions. 

And this is Raph’s fault for putting that look on his brother’s face, because Raph’s freaking out over a friggin piece of dust in his eye…

Raph’s chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, the raised fist is lowering slowly and uncurling from the tight ball it was as he looked around and spotted the rest of his family.

Leo was up on his feet, looking ready to dash in and grab Don if needed but his face was crumpled and focused on Raphael and he looked so damned defeated for some reason. 

Mikey’s got both his hands over his mouth, eyes darting between Raph and Donnie with tears gathering in the corners of them, and he looks so lost on what to do. 

April looks ready to rush in too, though it’s a lot less obvious who she’s going to go for, and her brow is drawn up with all that big sisterly concern she gets for them sometimes but she’s not supposed to be concerned right now. 

Casey’s off to the side, looking to all of them to try and figure out what to do next because he’s not sure what to do, where he fits in this, like he’s out of place here, and Casey’s not supposed to feel that way now.

And Splinter, Splinter looks so worried and ready to come to all of them, but he also looks so tired. It makes him look even older than he is, and Raph’s Pops shouldn’t look that old when just a few moments ago he’d been laughing just as loud as Raph and his siblings had been.

They all look lost and worried, and it’s all Raph’s fault. He’s not supposed to make them feel like that, he’s supposed to keep them happy, and safe…

Raph takes a deep breath, focusing again on Donnie and he can feel his arms shake and tears start to gather in his own eyes. His voice is shaking as he starts to apologize “Don… Donnie, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what… I didn’t mean to.”

Donnie’s shaking his head, making sure his hands are still up and visible to Raph as he replies “It’s okay Raph. It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean anything. I thought you had just hurt yourself, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

Raph’s hand comes back up to his eye, rubbing lightly this time at it. It still stings, and his head is still hurting a little, but he’s alright. Physically at least.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine Don. Just got somethin’ in it, but it’s all good now! Promise!” Raph’s trying to give a smile, trying to look like the reassuring eldest brother he is, but that sounds weak even to him. It doesn’t help any of the others either, all of them are still hovering nervously around them, waiting for permission to get close.

“Can I still check it?” Donnie’s voice is steadier, recovering more quickly because he needs to go into doctor mode and make sure his family is in the best physical shape they can be. But it’s a question, not the demand it could’ve been and Raph appreciates that. 

He mulls it over for a moment, nodding and leaning down to make it easier on Don. It’ll make his brother feel better, and Raph’s sure he’s good now. He’s not going to get lost in a moment again.

Donnie’s very obvious in every move he makes, pulling his goggles down and slowly moving his hands up to Raph’s face. A shiver goes down Raph’s spine and he has to fight the urge to growl again, because this is his brother not a Krang and the touch is much more gentle and not at all invasive so he takes another deep breath. He doesn’t relax, won’t until there’s nothing but his bandana on his face again, but he settles and stills and feels calmer as Donnie looks him over.

“I don’t see anything there, I think you got out whatever was bothering you.” Donnie’s hands are out of Raph’s space now, typing who knows what into his wrist mounted computer “I don’t recommend rubbing at your eyes like that next time though, it can…” Donnie trails off for a moment before continuing “It’s best to flush the eyes out with cool water or wipe at them with a wet cloth. We can also use a warmed cloth to help if you’re having any pain?”

The last one is a question, and Don’s looking at Raph again. He wants an answer, but he’s not going to press because everyone knows it was more than just an eye being a little irritated. 

Raph’s shoulders relax though, and he feels a much more genuine smile on his face “I’ll keep that in mind, and maybe next time. I’m not hurtin’ right now, I promise. Thanks Donnie.” 

Donnie makes a noncommittal noise at that, adding whatever notes he needs to to his computer, and the tension has bled out of everyone else now too. They all close in, and are trying to move on because Raph really would like it if they could go back to being okay again for now. All of them are much more mindful when touching him now though, carefully avoiding his face at all times.

Raph appreciates it, but it breaks something in him a bit too, that they feel they need to be careful around him.

Because he was frustrated about everything that happened, but he was also so scared about it too. Scared about what had happened, and that it could happen again and if he would be strong enough if it does. His family was here though, safe and sound and he would keep it that way. 

So for now, he would just breathe and focus on the moment, enjoying all it and what was to follow would have to offer.

Donatello was fine after all of that. He was, it was the truth of the matter. He’d processed what had happened and had moved on to it as much as was acceptable.

He couldn’t just put it out of sight and out of mind of course, because there was still evidence of the attack everywhere. He also had to adjust his calculations about how likely time travel, alien invasions, and pretty much everything related to this adventure were. Because most of his odds for that had been lower, except the alien invasion part that had been the most probable on his list, up until they actually happened. 

That was a thought that was maybe a point in the ‘Donnie is not fine’ column, because it led to many thoughts about other odds that could have not gone in his family’s favor. But it was one point in that column and honestly what did it know to begin with?

So what if it led to a thought about how likely it was that the Krang would have won, they beat that odd soundly and everything was fine there.

Maybe that led to a thought about how he and Mikey had almost been crushed in the turtle tank, and the statistics about the hull’s integrity and the injuries that could have occurred from such an event. April and Splinter had gotten there in time though, and Donatello already had plans to help improve the tank so those thoughts were negligible. 

Then he was thinking about the bigger statistics about how his family could have died, and all the points where they could have and how likely that outcome could have been. The first fight with the Krang, the aforementioned tank crushing, being thrown off a building and then the freefall with Raphael, the possibility their whole mission would fail, and Leonardo staying behind in the prison dimension. His family was here though, healthy and strong again. Leo had been right too, about the fact they’d already changed the past and could change everything else.

His family always defied the odds and made impossible things happen, so he was fine.

Except now he was stuck on the odds of how likely his shell could have been damaged on this mission. It was an extremely selfish thought to be prioritizing at the moment, Donnie knew that especially compared to everything else that could have gone and had gone wrong but it was where he was stuck now. 

He’d been exposed one too many times for him to be comfortable, and he was perhaps a tad bit miffed about the fact that one of the reasons he and Michelangelo had been in the tank in the first place was because he’d lost his battle shell. It wasn’t like it was an unfounded thing to think about, one of his battle shells had been destroyed and Raph’s shell had been damaged by the Krang. A large crack on his oldest brother plastron and a chunk taken out from the scute of the shoulder. That was not a fun thing to add to Raphael’s medical file, but it had been for necessities’ sake of course. 

But it was a justified worry in his opinion, and he could get himself unstuck if he could just focus on something else…

Oh. That was more points to the column, and Donnie realized that was, in fact, not as fine as he thought.

He was staring at his computer in his lab, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he stopped processing what he had been working on. He tried to take stock of his surroundings, trying to ground himself and get back to the moment. He was at home, in his lab, he could hear his brothers making noise in another room, his dad’s TV playing something, and he could feel the faintest breeze brush against his shell…

He wasn’t wearing a battle shell right now, had taken it off to ease the tension in his shoulders and because he was at home where it was fine to be exposed, until suddenly it wasn’t. He felt that breeze again, and couldn’t suppress his shudder as he remembered the feeling of the tentacles from the Technodrome coming in contact with his shell’s exterior. It hadn’t been a pleasant feeling in the least, it never is to have a foreign material touching his back, and he hadn’t thought about what could’ve gone wrong in that moment. 

The organic material had done nothing to his arms when they connected, but the full body immersion could have gone different. It also could have ended very badly for when the Krang had ripped him out the console, that was true for any part of his being of course but his brain would not deviate from the damage that could have been done to his shell in that moment.

His hands were shaking, and his throat felt constricted but he couldn’t make himself move. Mind going a mile a minute, as slowly all those odds and statistics converged and he couldn’t make himself not think of all of them.

Donnie was not fine, and he could admit that now. 

Donnie missed the sounds of sneakers scuffing on the floor, but when April called his name he had jumped half out of his chair. 

April looked concerned, hand reaching out to rest on Donnie’s shoulder but when the turtle flinched, she withdrew that hand and the concern only grew further on her face. 

“You doing okay there Donnie?” 

How was Donnie meant to explain odds that no one else in his understood? How was he meant to explain how close they’d all been to something to a terrible fate? How was he meant to explain that he was letting himself be bothered by a shell he’d been born with and had made all the necessary precautions for?

He couldn’t, not in a way that would help at least, so he straightened himself up and gave an answer with all the false bravado he could muster “Of course! I merely taking a moment to organize my projects and prioritize what would be the most effective for the next inevitable mission we’ll have.”

That didn’t seem to help ease April’s worries at all, it may have even made it worse because now her brow was furrowed and she was frowning. She rests a hand on his forearm now, touch light and easy to move away from if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to and it was helping to focus.

April glanced at his screens, taking it all in for a moment before looking back at him “You know, that looks like some crazy math going on up there. Maybe you’ve been staring at your screens just a bit too much today D.” 

There’s the tiniest smile on her face, concern still there but she’s also offering him a way out. Donnie glances back at the screens himself, and maybe he has but it’s not going to outright admit that either. “Scoff, I have not been looking at them too long. And do I need to point out how you can get when staring at screens Ms. ‘I-get-lost-in-online-fantasy-games’?”

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” His sister’s smile has grown, and she looks more reassured now. She recognizes the teasing for what it is and takes the opportunity to pull him further away from his numbers. “Well okay then, if you haven’t been staring at them too long I guess I should leave you to your work then. I’ll just go find some other tech guy to help me out then.”

She’s stepped back, lingering in the doorway of his lab and waiting for him to follow because she knows he will. Donnie’s already out of his seat and has his battle shell half on before he responds. 

“Gaaaaaasp! The nerve! You and I both know that there is no one else that can possibly fix whatever technological woes you have then moi. ”

April’s laughing now, and it’s easy for them to fall instep with one another as they make their way to the main area of the lair. The noise his brothers were making was getting louder with each step, and now he and April are gently teasing each other as they go to join their family. 

The vice around his throat had loosened, and he was less exposed. Donnie was okay, for now at least, and when he got back to the lab later, he’d put the statistics to the side. Focus on other projects, like another Microwave security system, which he would get to work this time!

Maybe Donnie wasn’t fine, but he would be. Just like everyone else would be, eventually. He would worry about the odds later, and for now he would just focus on the facts that his family was here and everything was in a state of equilibrium for the time being.

April was not stressed about the Krang invasion, at least not more so than the average New York human that was going about their days. She couldn’t be because she was supposed to be just another normal person living her life, going to college, and healing with the city.

But she wasn’t a normal human, she’d been there at the front of it all fighting with the “Mysterious Heroes” of the city.  She just couldn’t let anyone know that because what if that somehow led back to the Hamatos? To Casey who was from the future? It would end in disaster for the family so… she wasn’t stressed any more than she should be.

The Krang had just been different from what she and the guys had been dealing with up until that point.

None of the rest of their villains had ever just wanted to straight up kill her or the boys, or they hadn’t outright said it at least.

Sure all of them wanted to hurt her and the turtles but that was a risk they knew they could take, and yeah Meatsweats wanted to eat mutants which heavily implied that he would kill them but he never said it. The fam had enough experience with every baddie they’d faced to know what to expect, and the only one that ever came close to the Krang was… was Shredder.

Shredder had wanted to kill them, it was pretty clear he would if he didn’t need a Hamato to get back to full strength. He had killed Karai too… If they hadn’t gotten there in time, and if Cassandra hadn’t had a change of heart, it’s possible they would’ve lost Splints too. 

Shredder had been an outlier though, and as far as April had thought would be the toughest thing they would ever face. A level all on his own that they beat together. 

Then the Krang came and had to ruin that thought. Splinter had gotten just as serious about them as he had about the Shredder, but she didn’t think about how different it could be. The lady Krang was hunting them down for entertainment as much as she was for that key, and with how bruised and hurt Leo had been when they all found each other, April was pretty sure the Krang held grudges and were the vengeful sort of aliens.

That crazy Krang had even laughed when April and Splinter thought they had lost Leo. April had been heartbroken in that moment, heartbroken and angry and lost . Because she was only there Splinter, who was going through his own heartbreak at the time, and she had no clue where the rest of her boys were and how they were handling it.

So yeah April was stressed and still trying to process it all because she hadn’t really had the chance to talk it out with someone else. She couldn’t talk to her parents about it, because they still didn’t know about the turtles or any of the shenanigans they get up to. She had Cassandra and Sunita but they also hadn’t been there to experience it first hand. Poor Casey didn’t need any extra stress dumped on him either.

So here she was sitting just outside of the lair with her head in her hands as it all suddenly hit her again. She could have lost her life in this fight, she could have lost her best friends, a huge part of her family, and her home to three freaky aliens who wanted to do nothing but destroy what they considered weak. 

She’s not sure how long she sat there, long enough that one of her legs fell asleep, but she was startled out of her thoughts when a steaming cup of tea was presented to her. Splinter had found her, and was offering the drink with a soft and sad smile “It’s good for the nerves.”

If there was anyone she’d believe that piece of advice for, it was Splinter. She took the cup, giving a quiet thank you before taking a sip. Splinter watched her, whiskers twitching as he took a seat next to her. “Rough day?”

“No, everything was fine at school but people are still talking about… you know.” She didn’t want to say it now, too afraid about speaking it back into existence as she gripped the cup. 

Splinter sighed at that, just as tired about hearing about the topic on the news as she was at hearing about it in public. “Yes, it seems like that is still everyone’s favorite topic up there. Hopefully, it won’t be much longer before they find something new to talk about.”

That was wishful thinking though, as long as things were still being rebuilt it was going to be the first thing people thought about.

“Yeah, maybe if we’re lucky someone will uncover some kind of scandal for people to gossip about.” The comment was maybe more sarcastic than it should have been, but she was allowed that now and then after what they went through. She was slowly starting to relax though, shoulders slumping as released the tension she’d been carrying there. 

“Yes, that would be quite the windfall wouldn’t it?” Splinter’s giving her a sly look with that comment, and she’s confused for only a moment longer before he adds “It’s a good thing we both happen to know a brilliant journalist in training isn’t?”

He gives her a wink and suddenly April’s feeling a boost; of confidence or just in her mood she’s not sure but it helps. Must be some kind of parent superpower to do something like this. April’s nodding along as she thinks about it “Yeah we do. I still haven’t done a piece on that herbicide from school. Think that could still cause some waves?”

Splinter laughs, a hand on her shoulder giving a squeeze as he answers “I’m not sure, but if there was anyone that could do it, it would be you.”

April’s still stressed, she’s not sure she’ll be unstressed for a while after everything but it was less now. She could go back up to normal New York and act like it was all okay again. She had her family down here, and she could always come to them when she needed to. Plus she’s April O’Neil! She’s going to throw herself into whatever she does, be it an investigative story or a fight where everything is against her and her boys. They’d make it out to the other side of it every time.

Splinter was starting to feel significantly older than he actually was. 

He’d lived a full life so far, one that had plenty of regrets alongside his accomplishments but there wasn’t much he’d ever change about it. It had been hard at times getting to where he was now, but he had his kids, he had some sense of peace, and he had his shows so he’d been content.

The recent troubles that had hit his family had been changing that though, and it made him ache in a way that he could never shake. It made him weary, and tired and nothing but seeing his children smiling and safe was able to ease it.

He never wanted the life of duty and sacrifice to be the one that his kids followed. It had been painful for him, felt like it had taken all of his family from him when he learned what the Hamato legacy was. He’d defied the elders when they told him that was the fate his boys would have, and thought it would be the end of it. He’d been so wrong about that though.

They’d had to sacrifice so much already; their safety, those mystic weapons of theirs, and even their home when the Shredder had finally appeared. He’d hoped that was the only sacrifice they would have to make again.

Then he’d almost lost two of his sons in the span of 24 hours. 

The first of his children he’d almost lost had been Raphael. His oldest son had sacrificed himself to save Leonardo from their foes, and it had cost the snapper a lot. Raphael had always let himself be weighed down by the desire to protect his brothers, it was an admirable quality really but it could lead to his son getting hurt.

Then Leonardo had followed the trend of sacrifice his family’s legacy had outlined for them. He went through that portal alone, with a plan to trap himself and the Krang in the prison dimension to save everyone. It had worked, but his son was trapped with no way for Splinter to get to him. It had been just as hard a revelation as the day he lost his mother, and it felt as if was being weighed down by concrete.

It had worked out though, Michelangelo had found a way to save his wayward brother and they were together again. But how much longer before one of them had to sacrifice something again?

When would Donatello or Michelangelo have to perform such a sacrifice? When would April? Cassandra? Casey?

Would all of these children be pushed into such a corner that they would have to choose between saving themselves or saving the people they loved or the world?

It was a thought that he was sure would have caused him to have more gray hairs were it not already. 

Those thoughts were leaving him high strung and skittish for a while now, and he thinks he is perfectly justified for his reaction when he heard one of the boys yelp.

He’d sped to the main room, and Michelangelo was on the floor cringing slightly as a hand hovered over his elbow. His brothers were nearby, looking surprised at the commotion but not seeming like they were overly concerned. 

Splinter though was still stuck on thinking about how easily he’d lost two of his children and was stuck staring, not hearing what they were saying and staring at his youngest. He wasn’t bleeding, he was still breathing, and he was even getting up. It was fine, his children were all fine and unharmed but his heart was still a jackhammer in his chest. 

“Pops?” Michelangelo is in front of him now, as he hovers a hand is pressed to the injured elbow. It’s only a scrape, Orange had just fallen off his skateboard and gotten a scrape. Nothing to be worried about and something his children had learned to handle since they were small and tripping over their own two feet as they ran around. 

“I am… I am fine Orange. I just thought I heard something… break! Yes that’s it I thought I heard something break wanted to make sure you boys weren’t causing any trouble."

Michelangelo looks unsure of that answer, glancing down at his elbow before looking at his brothers. They looked just as confused as Mikey was, but the youngest turtle didn’t linger on the confusion long. “Nothing’s broken, I just wiped a new move I saw on tv. It was totally lame.” 

Mikey looks sheepish when he looks back at Splinter, then he holds out his arm for inspection and adds “I did kinda get scraped up though, think you could help me out? I don’t think I can really reach it to put a bandaid on.” 

Mikey could easily clean up the minor wound on his own, and any of his brothers could do the same. Mikey’s face is open and earnest though, and Splinter feels something warm bleed into his chest and cut through the terror he’d been feeling. Splinter considers the offer for only a second before he’s turning on his heel to go towards the bathroom. He waves a hand to tell Mikey to follow after him “I suppose I can, but hurry along now the commercial break for my show will be over any second now.” It’s a weak excuse, and he knows his sons can see through it, but none of them say anything about it. 

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Mikey give a thumbs up before following after. It’s not long to get the scrape cleaned and bandaged, a small one covered in little ducks that April had bought for them and Mikey seemed to delight in. Splinter lingers though after it’s all done, that deep set parental worry holding fast. 

“Have any requests for dinner dad?” Mikey’s voice cuts off any more stray thoughts from entering Splinter’s mind. There’s a bright smile on his face, and he’s waiting patiently for his father’s response. 

Splinter’s ear twitches, hearing Leo and Donnie starting to argue about something as Raph tries to settle the feud, and he reaches up patting Mikey on the head. The turtle leans into the touch, grin growing even wider as Splinter answers “You’ve been testing out a new recipe haven’t you? I’d like to see what’s come of your work.”

That gets Michelangelo going, his son speaking with animated movements as he explains his latest culinary experiment and Splinter feels more sure-footed and less tired than he has in days.

Sacrifice is not something that can be avoided, sacrifices are a part of life after all. But Splinter will be there every time to comfort his children when they smaller ones come and go, and he will do everything that he can to ensure that his children will never again have to make a decision about saving themselves or something else.

He can’t fully shake off the tiredness that has started to settle into his bones, but he can soak up the warmth his family provides like a heating pad on sore muscles and he can relax as he watches them grow.

Mikey had been better, he could admit that because it wasn’t good to try and pretend that he wasn’t affected by the Krang invasion. His whole family had been but it was a long road of healing  for them all to be okay. Mikey would be there for his family whenever they needed him though to help through whatever problems they were having.

Mikey could admit to his nightmares and to how scared he’d been, and he thought that was all he’d had for a while. It wasn’t until he’d been working on an art project, something to take his mind off of it all for just a bit, and was straightening up to stretch after spending about an hour on it. He had had his hands at an odd angle for a few minutes now, and had started to feel the strain.

He stretched them out, but then he started to feel a tingling and prickling sensation travel up his wrists and up his arm. It surprised him a bit, and he couldn’t help stare down at his hands. Now if he focused he could almost imagine the glowing gold lines from when he opened that portal.

It had hurt more than he thought it would when he attempted to use his mystic powers, and he had felt a kind of tug and like he was getting lighter with every passing second until Donnie and Raph had helped him. 

Not a fun experience, but that just meant it was a power he had to be careful about and use it for emergencies only. He could learn other things though, it was mystic powers not a power . 

Now he’s thinking about why he needed to access that power though, and it makes him think how close he’d been to losing his brothers. All three of them had almost sacrificed themselves to stop the Krang or protect each other.

Raph had given himself up for Leo, which got him turned into a Krang zombie and they had to save him, which they did! Donnie had protected him from the subway monster and then given himself fully to the Krang computer, and neither of them had any idea what would happen when Donnie did that, even if it did end up being fine and Donnie ended up being a spaceship temporarily. Then Leo…Leo had gone into that prison portal by himself, without a plan on how to get out. The only reason Leo was home was because of the portal power, but it had been close.

Mikey was uncomfortable with how close these calls were, he even thought about what happened to Gram-Gram and how his dads had stayed behind when the Shredder wrecked their home and it made something hot flash in his chest. 

He was… he was not okay with this continuing to happen. He was getting tired of people hurting his family, and it was making an unpleasant feeling start to settle in him. He wasn’t really okay with everything that had happened, even before the Krang attacked.

It had been hard watching Leo and Raph fight while he and Donnie couldn’t do much but try to get between them when it got too intense. It wasn’t a great feeling to have all that terror when they lost their oldest brother, and had no plan on how to fix everything. It wasn’t fun when three of them were sitting on the shore watching the drome explode, and knowing their brother was lost. It was terrifying to be standing there, trying to access a power he maybe had to try and get his brother back …

Mikey was angry, and upset, and still a bit scared about all of this. He’s staring at his hands, curled into fist and clenched so tightly the pins and needles weren’t disappearing at all. There are tears gathering in his eyes again as he watches his hands shake and he thinks.

What if Casey had been wrong? What if he wasn’t a great mystic warrior like the him from the future? What if they hadn’t been quick enough to get Leo back from that prison?

Mikey’s up before he’s even thinking about it, abandoning his work as he tries to go find one of his brothers, tears falling freely from his eyes.

It’s Leo he runs into first, almost bodily so, and he watches Leo flounder before his brother notices the tears and is reaching out to help “Mikey?”

The anger leaves pretty quickly at that, and Mikey’s rushing forward to wrap his arms as tightly around his brother as he can. His shoulders are shaking and he’s burying his face into Leo’s plastron.

“Oh little brother… It’s okay.” Leo’s returning the hug now, rubbing lightly on Mikey’s shell. Mikey’s not sure how long they stand there, but he feels himself being picked up and carried elsewhere. It’s not long before Leo settles them on the couch, Mikey tucked under his chin while Mikey’s arms are still wrapped tight around his brother. 

The couch dips again as Raph and Donnie join them, one to either side and a larger hand is rubbing his shell now and he can feel Donnie press closer so his arm is pressed against one of his own. Leo’s muttering soothing words, assuring him that everyone’s here and it’s okay. Mikey lets out a shuddering breath, nodding once and curling closer as a watery smile starts on his face. Dad’s probably going to join them soon, April is going to finish classes soon and will swing by shortly and Casey… Mikey’s not ,sure where Casey is right now, but he hopes that human will join them too. Casey needs comfort too, and it’d be nice to know where everyone was.

Mikey’s not completely okay and he knows that. That’s okay, and he’s still going to help his family whenever they need him. But he knows that his family is here for him too, and that’s what means everything will be fine in the end.

Leo was great now. He was healed up, up and about keeping up with his family physically again after recovering.  He’d learned his lesson, and he was working on being better on the team thing. So he was great . 

They were even doing a team building exercise now, well sort of. They were playing basketball, 3 v 3, to teach Casey the game. He, Casey, and Mikey were one team while Raph, Donnie, and April were the other. It had been going well, everyone had been having a good time. His team was even winning, despite a couple of missteps with rules here and there and all the trash talk was in good fun.

Then it fell apart. They’d scored another point, Mikey and Casey high fiving, while he looked over the other team. April and Donnie seemed to be planning something, whispering to one another, while Raph was kneeling on the ground catching his breath while they reset. 

There’s a cocky grin on Leo’s face as he struts up to his big brother, leaning over and taunting “What’s up big bro? You're moving a little slow there, and it doesn’t look like your height advantage is helping that much.”

Raph rolls his eyes, motion exaggerated and a snaggle tooth grin on the snapper’s face. “Keep it up Leon, we’re just getting warmed up. Before you know it we’ll be running circles around you guys and wiping that grin off your face.”

Leo has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t hear Raph anymore. He hears Krang yelling at him ‘Wipe that grin off your face!’ and feels punches raining down on him. He’s ready to accept whatever happens next, and the only comfort he has is that his family is safe on Earth.

He’s staring at Raph though, seeing him covered in that stupid Krang goop and attacking their family. Then he’s kneeling while Leo was ready to strike him during their fight. He couldn’t do it though, Leo wouldn’t hurt his brother, especially when it was his own fault it happened in the first place.

Leo is not great , he’s a mess right now and he’s scared that he’ll make the same mistakes all over again. 

His ears are ringing, and his knees hit solidly against the floor. His breath is coming in short and quick and his chest hurts but he can’t focus on anything or get it under control. He’s staring at the floor, tense and waiting for something but he doesn’t know what. He feels his chest constrict further, he’s gasping it wouldn’t stop .

There are suddenly hands on his shoulders, and he flinches but the hands are steady and grounding too. His own hands shoot up to wrap around the wrists, and he looks up trying to focus on something else. It’s Raph, kneeling in front of him and saying something but Leo still can’t hear anything but the ringing in his own ears. He sees everyone else just beyond his brother’s shell, hovering and concerned saying something he can’t hear.

He’s focused on Raph’s shell now, on the scars left behind by the Krang and the ringing is louder now and any control he’d managed to get on his breathing is gone again. Raph’s face ducks into his view, and he’s still talking before he stops and just starts… breathing. Leo’s lost on what that is, but he can’t form the words to express it. He thinks he sees Raph say ‘Come on Leo, follow me.’ and then Leo tries to copy the breathing, it’s shaky and he has trouble following the pattern at first, but Raph looks happy at it regardless.

It takes a minute, but his breathing is getting back to normal and his chest isn’t as tight. He can hear again, just a bit, even though it’s muddled and sounds like it’s from far away.

“That’s it Leo, you’ve got it. Just keep breathing. In and out.” Raph’s voice is steady, it still sounds concerned, but he’s keeping strong for Leo. He thinks he hears Donnie telling someone to grab their Dad, and sees Mikey dash off to do just that. Donnie looks like he’s also in doctor mode again, taking notes on his computer. April is closer to Raph now, reading something off her phone to him in a low voice. Casey’s the furthest away, looking scared and lost and Leo’s gonna have to apologize for that.

He’s finally got his breathing back under control, the ringing is gone and he’s not zeroing in on anything anymore. “R-Raph, I’m… S-sorry.” His voice is rough and cracking even as he untenses.

“It’s okay Leo, you’re okay.” Raph’s reassuring him still, looking sad and apologetic all at once. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did… but you’re okay.”

Leo shakes his head, gripping tighter at his brother’s wrists “Not… Not your fault. N-not at all.”

It’s not long before Mikey and Dad are there, and slowly he’s fully relaxing when he can see them all in one place. Donnie will talk to him about it later, what just happened. But for now, for now they’re moving to start a Jupiter Jim Movie night, and his family is close together where they should be.

Leo’s not great, and he still has a lot to learn about being a leader for his team and what it takes to be the greatest ninja ever. He has his family there though, and they’ll be with him every step of the way and he’s going to listen to them this time.

Casey was lost for lack of a better word. 

They beat the Krang, everyone lived in this time, and they won. New York was recovering and he was getting to experience a lot of new things everyday.

But he felt disconnected, and displaced. Which he really was, he didn’t belong to this time, he was sent back into the past as a last ditch effort to save the world. It was risky and now he didn’t know what to do.

He wasn’t going to risk trying to find a way back to the future, but he had to be careful about what he did in the present. He’d changed the Krang attack, but who knows what else he could accidentally change? Plus he didn’t know what to do about the whole Mom situation now. 

He was settling into the lair though, slowly, as they had made a room for him to stay in. They all seemed excited to help him discover each new thing too, making plans for what was next almost immediately after each success.

So he was lost, but he was going to figure something out. He can be resourceful.

It was just one bad dream to make that worse though. He was back on the battlefield, watching the Krang decimate the resistance forces, bones and ash cover the ground and everything smells like fire. Sensei is telling him to go, as Master Michelangelo is fading to open a portal to send him away. Then Michelangelo is gone, and Leonardo is throwing him through that portal before the Krang are upon him. He’s remembering when he got the news about commander O’Neil, his Mom, and about Donatello. He barely remembers the news about Raphael, he’d been too young at the time, but it’s replaced by seeing him turned into a monster.

Then he’s closing the portal to the prison dimension because his sensei is telling him too, watching as the Technodrome explodes and the Krang take Leonardo away again.

He’s ramrod straight in the bed that’s become his, sweat coating his skin as he’s breathing hard. He’s scrambling out of the bed, the sheets are tangled around his legs though and he falls, landing solidly against the floor. 

Casey is kicking the sheets off before rushing out into the hall. He’s standing there, taking it all in and forcing himself to remember that he’s in the past and the Krang are gone . 

He's at the lair, where it's safe, and he's fine but he's lost here too. He's an outsider to these people, lingering at the edge as he watched them pull themselves back together. He misses the closeness he had with them, feeling disoriented in the way that he both does and doesn't know these people. It makes tears start to collect in his eyes, and he's scrubbing at them furiously because he doesn't want to cry now when everything is supposed to be okay.

He tenses up, hearing claws scraping on the floor before Master Splinter is close “Casey? What is the matter?” 

“N-Nothing! Nothing’s wrong! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” Casey rubs at the back of his neck, awkwardly shuffling backwards toward his door “I’ll just go back to bed.”

“Bad dream?” It’s not Master Splinter that asks, it’s April peeking out from her own room down the hall. She’d decided to sleep over tonight, Casey had forgotten that. Slowly the other doors are opening too, all four of the turtles in various states of sleep looking out too and trying to figure out what happened.

“It’s nothing, I just got a little spooked but I can handle it. I promise.” Casey’s embarrassed now, face flushing at the attention as he fumbles.

The Hamato clan looks at one another, having a silent conversation before they are all moving into action. 

Mikey goes straight for the kitchen, mentioning that he’s making hot cocoa for everyone and he’d better get the beanbag chair.

Donnie and Raph are going to the living room, Donnie’s setting up the screens to stream some kind of movie or show while Raph is rearranging the furniture to make room for everyone.

Splinter is not far behind them, claiming his own chair and offering suggestions for what to watch.

April passes by, giving a squeeze to Casey’s shoulder before she joins Mikey in the kitchen to help him with all the mugs they’ll have and to gather snacks.

Leo slings an arm over Casey’s shoulders, gently guiding him towards the couch and talking about the movies Splinter suggests before they settle in their spots.

It’s not long before the rest of the family joins them, a mug of hot chocolate in every hand as Donnie queues up a movie and everyone claims their own spot.

Casey looks around, taking in the sight and feeling like something is clicking into place. He swipes at his eyes as subtly as he can, Leo squeezes his shoulders though but Casey’s not as embarrassed as he probably should be about it.

He is lost here in the past, disconnected and pathless currently as he tries to find a purpose here now. He’s also found now too, sitting amongst new faces of people he once knew. It should be jarring, but these people were still the ones that he’d fought alongside and had taught him everything he knew. He wouldn’t be directionless forever, not as long as he had the Hamato family in his life.

#rottmnt #rottmnt spoilers #rottmnt the movie #Writings #leonardo tmnt #Rapheal tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Michelangel tmnt #donatello tmnt #tw body horror #tw panic attack #tw nightmares #casey jones #master splinter #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu

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too old for parties | steddie

dads!steddie x (st)eddie daughter!reader

synopsis: your dads have been telling you time and time again that you were just simply not made for parties. you still crossed their words anyway, when you were invited to jason carver's son's party. in the end, you find yourself running into your dads' arms anyway.

wc: 2.1k i got carried away sorry LMAO

category: father-daughter fluff?? im sorry idk what to call it

content/warnings: use of drugs. consumption of alcohol. all characters are above 21. cussing. peer pressure. overprotective!steddie.

a/n: if you've gone into a dads!steddie/dad!eddie/dad!steve blurb deep dive, this plot has been written almost a billion times. i still enjoy reading every single one. so this is my version of it. enjoy <3

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hawkins, indiana, 2004

of course you had crossed your dads to go to this party tonight. it's the only way they'll let you go; not knowing at all. you were extremely lucky steve and eddie decided to turn in early today. "grandpas." you had mocked your father under your breath hours ago.

"we heard that, young lady." steve, your biological dad, who was washing dishes, jutted his finger out at you from the kitchen sink. so you had to wait till your dad and eddie retreat to their bedroom so you could sneak out.

you remembered eddie's warning, though. "no party, harrington. especially not jason carver's kid's party. oh god, if i still could, i would-"

"eddie. don't." steve stopped him just in time.

"how'd you know it's jamie's party tonight, eddie?"

"oh sweetheart," eddie huffed, chuckling shortly after with his big brown eyes piercing through your skull. "i know everything."

"please don't go to jamie's party, sweet thing. you don't know what they're doing there." steve breathed, wary since he knows what jamie carver's capable of. he's well-known for peer pressurization.

"dad, what do you mean?"

"they're probably doin' some k-hole or somethin'. when it comes to carver's kid, anything is possible." eddie answered for steve. even after all the warnings eddie and your dad had given you, you still decided to cross them and sneak out of the house.

"i'm sorry, dad. sorry, eds." you wince, pulling out of your driveway and to... you guessed it, the devil's spawn jamie carver's house. you never liked jamie, but it's only because alexandra byers-wheeler; jonathan and nancy's love child, begged you to. and by begged, i mean begged. the girl wouldn't quit yapping about it.

you see alex's car from the distance, so you park behind it. you get out of the car and immediately, you feel majorly overwhelmed by the crowd of kids flooding the front porch and lawn of the carver house. you scan the field looking for alex and surprisingly, she isn't there. she usually is, you thought. you shrug and push through the crowd towards the front door.

the rancid smell of alcohol mixed with marijuana invade your olfactory senses. it's not like you're not accustomed to this distinct scent; you smell it all the time, what with eddie being married to your dad for 17 years. your eyes immediately dash around the room, looking for the insanely familiar bob of curly hair alex always dons. she got it from nancy.

"harrington! you came after all!" jamie shouts over the blaring music. "were waitin' for ya." he swings his left arm around your neck, consciously, you hope, since his girlfriend, amanda stood not far away with becky.

you'd always hated crowds. surprisingly, only alex byers is able to get you out of the harringson house. the carvers house was huge, you can admit that. jason and chrissy made some good bread over the years. although you can't say the same for steve and eddie, you're still grateful and blessed to have a decent roof to live under.

"yeah, thanks, jamie," you push his arm off your shoulder, disgust masking your face.

jamie notices the look of revulsion on your visage. "is the party too bleak for you harrington? damn. ironic, huh? being king steve's baby girl and abhorring parties." he scoffs, letting out a hiccup.

you scowl. "seen alex?"

"alex who?" jamie's brows furrow.

"alex byers." you huff.

"oh! byers-wheeler. nah, dude. but don't worry about it, she's here somewhere." jamie nods coolly before amanda pulls him away from you. you glare at the sight before cramming through another pool of sweaty bodies, even sweatier than the mob outside, still looking for alex.

you feel someone pull you through the crowd, and oh did you wish it was alex byers. you look up and it was johnny crane and his band of dicks. before you was a table, white powder lined on the tabletop, neatly for a bunch of fucked up high school kids.

"harrington! do some k-hole with us! it's not a hawkins party if you don't!" jc screams, your eardrums vibrating violently, as if it hasn't been the moment you stepped into the house.

yeah, you're known for your excessive drug consumption. especially horse tranquilizer, or what they call on the streets, ketamine. and now that your stepdad is eddie munson, the nights you've been asked to do a few lines went from countable to uncountable in a blink of an eye.

you politely decline. "no thanks. not really in the mood to get extremely trashed tonight. 'priciate the offer, though, jc," you think again. what was your motive of allowing alex to drag you to jamie's party tonight? and why did you agree? exactly, to get loose, get shitfaced at most. "on second thought, got coke?"

the band of boys cheer loud, when barry, if you could even still remember if that's his name, pulls out a bag. "we've got anything and everything you need right here, harrington. we got you."

you watch barry draw a line with that oh, so addictive white powder, before handing a rolled up dollar bill, nodding his head up at you. you shrug, bending down just a little before inhaling all that dope into the bridge of your nose. god you haven't taken a hit in years. what was your decision to go into rehab after high school and stay sober till the grave was done-zo.

"goddamn," you mumble, sniffing up the coke residue in your nostrils. "good one." you nod, dazed, before handing barry his dollar bill back and wobbling off to the kitchen to down the remaining coke that possibly got stuck at the back of your throat.

"let's go harrington!"

"is daddy steve gonna be mad his daughter's a cokehead again?"

"stepdaddy munson taught you well, huh?" you hear the guys laugh. you find yourself a bowl of punch on the counter, so you grab a red solo cup and dunk it into the bowl, drinking out of it immediately. at this point, you knew alex wasn't gonna show up. you didn't care for it, though. you were having a blast. and yes, obviously you realise it's the cocaine demon whispering all this bullshit in your ear.

you begin panning your eyes around the room again. not in search of alex or whoever, just to stabilize yourself and get the hang of whatever the cocaine's doing to your system. in the corner by the stairwell, you notice a couple making out, the girl leaning against the wall.

mom?

"oh i'm not having this," you crush your solo cup and chucking it onto the floor before stampeding over towards the couple. you pull the boy away from her. "are you fuckin' serious? are you serious."

"i'm sorry?" the girl grins in confusion.

"don't play dumb with me, heidi harrington," you wag your finger before the girl's eyes. "cheating on steve?!"

"hey, you're the hair's daughter, aren't you?" the boy crows. the girl reciprocates the boy's reaction. "steve harrington, or he goes by steve munson now. yeah, he married the freak of '84 17 years ago. eddie munson?"

"yeah, eddie munson- yeah." the girl widens her eyes in realization.

"fuck off, guy-who-my-mom-is-cheating-on-my-dad-with," you slur, shoving the boy away. "rot in hell, mom."

"i'm sorry, i'm not your mom," the girl is terrified now. "babe, call mr. munson," the girl instructs the boy. "call mr. munson."

"which mr. munson, babe?"

"steve! now go!" the boy runs to the kitchen for the phone as the girl redirects you to the stairs, setting you down.

"y/n harrington, right?" the girl asks, landing her hand on your shoulder. you were too blazed to shrug it off. "i'm jane, i'm not heidi. i heard about her upping and leaving you and steve, though. i'm sorry."

"yeah. you're an asshole." you answer dryly, still thinking the girl sitting next to you is your mom.

"hey, i called. eddie munson's coming down now." the boy pants.

"alright," jane nods. "this is will, by the way."

"hi y/n." will waves.

"will byers?!" your eyes widen.

"no-"

"you're cheating on dad with will fucking byers?! he has a kid mom!" you freak out.

"no- uhhh, let's get you some fresh air." jane nods with a smile, she and will helping you up, leading you towards the front door.

behind you, you hear "leaving so soon, harrington?" and "why is she leaving with will humphries and jane carter? do they know each other?". you couldn't be arsed to even reciprocate.

"what are you on, y/n?" will asks.

"none of your business, mr. byers," you grimace. "cocaine." you mumble anyway.

"that explains the behavior." will's brows raise as he and jane set you down on the curb. from afar, eddie's car roars, as he skids to a stop in front of you.

"eddie!" you run up to him, melting into his arms. his hair was tied up in a low messy bun and he was wearing a sleeveless cutout judas priest tee with sweatpants and slides.

"hey sweet cheeks. you okay? are you on something?" eddie coos in your ear, his arms tight around your quivering body. "who are you?"

"i caught mom cheating on dad with mr. byers!" you childishly point your finger at jane and will.

"jonathan?" eddie questions, confused.

you shake your head. "will!" eddie's head shoots up, gazing over jane and will.

"you don't look like byers. but you... you look a lot like heidi." eddie's eyes remain wide, looking over them.

"i'm jane, this is will. humphries. we're not them." jane defends.

"i know, now stay away from my daughter, will ya?" eddie warns through gritted teeth, opening the front passenger door and gently leading you in.

"mr. munson, i should warn you. she's on cocaine." will adds.

"who did this to her?"

"johnny crane offered, barry barker gave her his rolled-up dollar bill." jane replies. turns out jane and will both witnessed it happen.

eddie's fuming as we speak. "bring 'em out," will nods before running back into the house. jane is apologizing to eddie profusely about this, it looked like she's on the verge of breaking down in tears. "not your fault, kiddo. s'alright."

will elbows both crane and barker out of the house. they were protesting at will's gesture before noticing you in eddie munson's car.

"eddie munson." barry whispers, his eyes broadening in genuine fear.

"can we help you, mr. munson?" johnny questions coyly, unfazed that steve harrington's husband is standing before him, prepared to break his face. eddie only chuckles to himself, before decking johnny in the face, leaving barry petrified.

"the next time i hear you offer y/n any goddamn substance, i will kill you," eddie spits out. "you hear me?!" eddie wipes his nose in anger before panning his eyes back to jane and will. "thanks a lot, for getting y/n out here."

jane and will nod as they watch eddie get back in the car, backing up so close to johnny's hurting body and barry's high ass before driving off. as soon as you get home, you see your dad standing at the front porch, shirtless and worried.

"is she okay?" steve asks eddie, worry lacing his tone.

"she's a'ight. high on coke, like i mentioned earlier," eddie says, throwing his keys in the air and catching it as he rounds the front hood, helping you out of the car. "she'll be just fine, babe."

"y/n i was so worried!" steve whispers, pulling you into an embrace. because of your disability to stand up straight, you soften under your dad's chin as he complains about how worried he'd felt. "i told you not to go to jamie's party, we both did."

"i'm sorry daddy," you almost sob into steve's chest. "i'll never do it again, i promise."

"we love you honey." steve pulls away, stabilizing you with his hands on your shoulders.

"love you guys more. thanks eds." you smile at eddie, who sat on the front porch. he looks up at you.

"you're my daughter too, sweetheart. i got you always, even if it means i've got to pick up your dead body from jason carver's house." eddie scowls.

"eddie!" steve huffs.

eddie disregards steve's complaining as he pulls you away from your dad. "let's sober you up, sweet cheeks. c'mon." eddie swings your left arm around his neck, his right hand connecting with your waist as he helps you up the front porch steps. "gettin' a lil' too old for parties, aren't we?"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things 4 #stranger things angst #stranger things #steve x eddie

[kimchicatlover]

Homeless, but not poor

(No image yet, but a big project)

Synopsis: Two girls; one warm, one cold. Oil and water, never meant to mix. (Yes a Caitvi reference and the two main characters, Britney and Solace can be read as Caitlyn and Vi in another universe.)

Tags: Slow-burn romance, "slums", multiple characters, university life, slice of life

Pairing/s: Original character (Female)/Original character (Female)

Warnings: Mild violence, blood, implied vomiting.

Note: After every paragraph break and a dash, the perspective switches between the two MCs, Solace and Britney. The first paragraph is always Solace's POV.

Rain. It pours down on me, drips into my eyes, makes my clothes stick to my skin; comforting but annoying. The foggy streets are illuminated by warm lights from warm homes while I lean against a cold wall, not warm at all.

I don’t move. It’s not like I have anywhere to go.

-

One, two, three. My favourite amount of marshmallows cheerily swimming in my favourite mug. I sigh contentedly and stare at my warm ceiling light. My gaze sweeps across my living room to my window, and violent droplets of rain pelt the glass. A sudden thought invades my mind: I pity whoever is out in the rain at this hour, probably cold and hungry.

My heart aches for someone that might not even exist,

but that aching turns to surprise as I glimpse a figure in the foggy mist.

-

One by one, curtains are pulled and the street is dark again. How I miss those warm lights. Expertly scanning the shadows, I take another sip from my hot chocolate, now rapidly cooling and mixed with rainwater. It's probably acidic, given the factories not too far away, but I don't give a damn.

I toss my head back and down the whole thing.

Stalking as unsuspiciously as one can to the nearest trash can, I casually toss the empty cup in. I was never one to litter.

-

I was being pretty impulsive, I noted, going out in the middle of the night to talk to the wanderer. Well, that was a nice way of saying it. Most of my neighbours call her "beggar" or "street bitch". But I didn't second-guess myself as I put on my coat and casually stride out the door with no more than a knife and a taser.

-

I notice her instantly - black hair with red tips, lips tugging up into a sly grin - and she was heading right for me. I arch a curious eyebrow, but otherwise stay put. She seems harmless, lest the bulges in her coat. I don't react.

-

She looks informal, dark brown hair cut short in a way that screams "I don't go to salons". She casually leans against the cracked stone wall and I can't help but shudder with fear and.. Well.

I wet my lips and hope she doesn’t notice.

-

She stops in her tracks, just five metres away. I'm tempted to close the gap. She takes a step towards me. Her wide eyes study me with an expression I can’t name. Intrigue, doubt, fear, or awe? None of the above.

-

I subconsciously bite my lower lip as I think of what to say. Once I’ve decided, doubts cloud my mind and my confidence wavers. Feeling that familiar anxiety closing in around my lungs, I blurt my words out so I wouldn’t regret it later.

-

I appreciate the way her tooth gap shows when she bites her lip.

“Would you like to have some hot cocoa?” She blurts it out quickly but curtly, her voice never wavering. I want to scoff at her stupidity but retain my blank stare. Hoping that she takes the hint, I look away from her and check my watch nonchalantly.

Rain clouds my vision and I catch her blurry figure retreating.

-

Exhaling in disappointment, I turn to leave. When I’m halfway to my block, I look back one last time to see that she hasn’t moved.

I was stupid, I noted, climbing the dirty steps up to my apartment.

-

The thudding of her boots fade away and her warm light goes out, blanketing me in darkness.

The streets seem so much colder.

#my writing #writing #homeless #should i turn this into caitvi lmao #maybe ill write a variation of this for caitvi #since vis dialogue simply wont fit in this #also there are 6 chapters for this (as of posting) #so buckle up

[astheturtlemoves]

Damn, you stop using Tumblr for a few days... so MANY bots to get rid of and tumblr Live has finally invaded my dash. Eurgh.

#and you can only disable seeing tumblr live first thing for....1 month ? try me Tumblr I can do it every day #I got nothing against these ladies with plunging necklines butI don't go on tumblr to see that #tumblr

[xoxo-teddybear]

In The Classroom?! - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou can’t keep it in his pants. His precious Y/N just looked too damn good today so he had to get some RIGHT NOW. Doesn’t matter if they’re in the classroom. He needs his sweet little princess immediately.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just a lil quickie to feed y’all. The ending was lowkey rushed :( but I hope you enjoy! Also not spell-checked, sorry!

Heavy huffs were being released as the sound of skin smacking filled the room. Katsuki’s desk couldnt stop making noise as it grinded against the classroom floor. The ash blonde himself had you bent over his desk as he rammed into you from behind. Your skirt flipped up, panties pushed to the side, and bundles of your hair being held by Katsuki as he took you from behind.

Bakugou kept up a menacing pace as he threw his head back and got lost in the feeling of your velvet walls wrapped around his shaft. His other hand had a firm grip on your curvy hips as he gripped your side so tight it was sure to leave bruises.

“Hah...Mm, Katsuki! S-Slow down!” Y/N breathed out. Her words barely comprehensible as Katsuki’s thrust had her a moaning mess.

“Shit....not a chance Princess...fuck! Not when you’re squeezing me just like that...” he moaned in your ear as he kept with his speed. The only thing that changed was the strength of his thrusts as he went harder, the sound of his balls smacking against you with every move filled the room.

“Oh my god! Yess Katsuki!...fuck baby..” Y/N cried out. Bakugou’s hold on her hair left as he went to tilt her head towards him, grab her throat and tongue her down. This kiss was sensational as his tongue explored every crevasse.

“Like that? Like the way my fat cock destroys your pretty little pussy? Yeah?” Bakugou seethed out through his smirk.

“Mm...yesss...love it,” Bakugou bit his lip at your words and pinned your upper body completely down on his desk as his hand changed to keep a firm hold on the back of your neck and his hand squeezed tighter around your waist. His speed increased as his thrust went deeper and harder. Due to the sounds of both your endless moans and constant smacking, you couldn’t even hear the door open, but you did hear the voice that belonged to the one opening it.

“Hey Baku- OH MY GOD!” Poor Kaminari was the one to walk in on the scene of Bakugou completely indulging himself in his girlfriend. “Wha- why- ...huh!?...oh wow...”

“Mm....The fuck are you looking at Dunce Face?!” Bakugou said as his thrusts never stopped. Y/N’s teary eyes and blush adorned face was pressed against the desk as she looked at Denki and continued to moan. Bakugou had a sharp glare on the poor boy as his red eyes dared him to stay, however the blush on his face and open mouth weakened his scary affect.

“I- ...I was just- I was looking for you...I Umm,” Denki got distracted by the look of Y/N. Yes you were Bakugou’s girl, but nobody could resist the beauty that you hold. And now here you were, completely fucked out with a face that resembles a porn star right infront of Denki. He couldn’t help but lick his surprisingly now dried lips.

“Heh..She’s a pretty little slut, right?” Y/N moaned at her boyfriend’s degrading words as Denki nervously answered in agreement. “Yeah, well she’s still MY pretty little slut so eyes off!”

“Right! Right of course!” Denki said as he quickly turned, however the blush on his face and the boner in his pants couldn’t be hidden as the sounds of sex invaded his ears. “But- but you’re in a classroom..I didn’t think this..would be..you know..the best place for sex..”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Bakugou said adding a sharp thrust to every word.

“Fuck Katsuki...” Y/N moaned out. Denki groaned at the sound and released a stumbled sentence until Bakugou cut him off.

“Get the fuck out so I can get my girl to cum..I want my pretty little princess squirting on my cock,” Bakugou was just messing with Kaminari at this point but he still held some seriousness to his claimed desire.

“Right!” Kaminari said as he shut the door and dashed out. Bakugou kept his steady thrust as he scoffed at the idiot and focused back on his babygirl.

“Aww..I’m sorry babe. Daddy got a little distracted but I promise I’ll let you finish,” he said as he kissed your temple and went faster. “I want you to cum so hard on my dick....c’mon baby...squirt.”

And just like that, his hand went around to your front and attacked your pearl. He ferociously rubbed at it as you screamed and arched your back, allowing Bakugou to hit a deep angle that brought both of you to a climax. Your legs shook as you squirted and your release covered the floor. The both of you cried out in euphoria as Bakugou slowly thrusted his cum deeper inside. He stilled inside you as you both caught your breath and when he pulled out he smiled at the dripping cum that leaked out of you.

“Heh...” was all that was said before he pulled your panties back up, tucked himself away, and pulled you in for a hug and quick peck on the lips. “So...lunch?”

“You gonna fucking carry me Katsuki?” You said with angry eyes as you tugged his collar down so he was face to face with you and at your level. “Cuz I strictly remember me saying ‘we have to go, no time for this,’ and I also strictly remember you saying ‘just a quick round babe,’”

He only smirked as he kept close to your face.

“A quick round doesnt last for 2 class periods and leaves your girlfriend with shaky legs Katsuki!” You screamed. Bakugou only laughed a little as he picked you up princess style and began to carry you to lunch.

“Shut up dumbass. You know you’ll want me to do you dirty like that again,” he said with cocky grin as he continued to walk. You pouted in his arms as you rested your head against him.

“I know.”

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[angelamajiki]

[ scent - kiribaku ]

PART TWO

CW: a/b/o dynamics, villain duo kiribaku, bullying, sexual harrassment, stalking, kidnapping, hair pulling, dubcon, predator/prey, alpha bakugo, alpha kirishima, omega reader

Scenting was an integral part of any omega’s nest—the scent of a friend, the scent of a family member, the scent of a mate. Your nest had been void of any but your own for quite some time. As an omega, you were as shy as you were rare, a coveted luxury that few could afford to get their hands on. Submerging yourself within in the shadows, you were desperate to hide from anyone who readies to beg, borrow, and steal to obtain an omega mate. Hiding out had been a success until you came home to find two Alpha scents resting comfortably in your nest.

The Alphas who had invaded your space uninvited did not leave their intentions up to the imagination. They were starving, ready to wreck the omega they had set their sights on. How on earth they managed to find you evaded your mind as you attempted to devise a plan to stay hidden. Your quirk could barely help you in this circumstance, so a line of defense was hard to form.

The thought of having been stalked by two very, very strong Alphas did nothing to settle the unease boiling in your gut the next few days. It was better that they try to come to you than you falling victim to them, so you decided to stay put inside your small home. Their scent continued to linger, suffocating you in the one place you were supposed to feel safest. No matter how many times you washed your blankets and stuffies, their stench never seemed to fade in the slightest.

The pair let you know they were nearby as the renewed their scent within your home constantly, always stuck with the smell in the back of your mind. Never letting you know peace, never letting you settle comfortably in your own home. It was maddening you.

As luck were to have it, your heat was creeping up behind you, your panic further spurring it on. Cooping up in the house meant that you only survived on what you already had. To avoid suspicion in the past, you purchased suppressants from numerous pharmacies just hours before you were to settle in your nest for the week. You were afforded no such luxury this time around.

Maybe it would be safe to go to the drugstore just down the alley for them. Maybe not.

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Against your better judgment, you slipped out of your apartment as inconspicuously as you could, dragging yourself down the stairwell of your complex. Their scent had stopped persisting the last 72 hours, so you assumed the Alpha pair had given up and cut their losses. Or they snuffed their scent out to properly hunt you down without detection. It was a gamble to leave to get your suppressants. Take a chance to nab them and postpone your heat, or wait like a sitting duck in your nest for the Alphas to show up and claim you in your moment of weakness.

Slinking into the alleyway, you kept close to yourself while making a beeline to the corner store.

A deep, rumbling chuckle from behind made you falter in your already weakening steps.

“So, our pretty little omega has finally come out to play with us, huh Kats?”

“Sure is, Ei. Looks like she’s a bitch in heat, too. Literally!”

Cackles bounced off the walls of the buildings, piercing your already racing heart. Just a few more steps, and you'd make it into the safety of a public area. A hero would be nearby to help you, right?

“Tch, you ignorin’ your Alphas, little bitch? Guess we’ll have to teach you some respect.”

A rough, blemished hand gripped your forearm and tugged you towards the two men.

“Gentle, man. Poor baby’s in heat, just needs an Alpha to take care of her, huh, sweetheart?”

An even larger hand gripped your hips before sliding down to grab a handful of your slick mound. Peeking up at their wolfish grins, you squealed as you ripped yourself out of their greedy grip and made a mad dash towards the street.

The entire boulevard was empty, not a soul in sight. Not even a business was open!

“Lookin’ for someone, princess? Your Alphas are right here.” The redhead called out to you, taking a leisurely pace to catch up with your frozen figure.

“Everyone’s inside, y’know. A curfew was established due to a couple of villains strollin’ into town. Said to be dangerous. Not to mention devilishly handsome.” The blonde hollered, taking enormous strides towards you. “No one's coming to save you, baby.” He whispered, tickling your ear with his breath. Both men didn't make any attempts to stop you as you dashed off again, tears streaming down your flushed face.

Your body betrayed you as you felt slick dribble down your leggings, sopping your cunt in your underwear. Sweat beaded on your brow as you kept running, or at least attempted to run as your legs shook and stumbled across the pavement. The whoops and hollers of the men penetrated your clouded mind.

Go back to Alphas. Alphas will take care of you. Alphas will claim you.

Katsuki and Eijirou enjoyed taking their time, keeping a leisurely pace as they watched you stumble and sway with glee.

“Ain’t she a cutie, Katsuki? What’re the odds she came out during her heat?” Eijirou sighed dreamily, already feeling his cock swell as the scent of your slick wafting in the air. “Can’t wait to claim her and mark her up. She’ll love our den, don’t you think?”

“Of course she will. Just because we’re villains doesn't mean we're half-assed Alphas to our mate. She just needs to see how well we can provide for her little stuck-up ass.” Grinning widely, Katsuki was equally as hard, palming himself through his pants as they saw you sloppily turn into another alleyway.

Delirious at this point, you fell to the cool concrete, peeling your sweater off while hiding behind a pile of damp boxes. Your body hadn't the strength to keep moving; the fire stoked within was too overwhelming to do anything other than to sit and wait for your Alphas.

Slick gushed out of you at the sound of wolf whistles approaching you. Pressing yourself into the wall, you used the last ounce of your clarity to block out their vulgar catcalls.

“Whew, damn sweetheart. I could smell you a mile away.” Eijirou jeered out as he tugged you out from your hiding spot. “Let me get a taste of my ripe pussy right here.”

Patting your sopping cunt, the man positioned you to face the wall with your ass out on display. Taking a hardened finger, he split the steams of your leggings and panties down the middle, shredding the rest off impatiently.

Katsuki was content to watch from the sidelines as he kept your firmly in place, forcing one of your hands onto his dripping cock. He pressed you into a seating kiss, capturing your moans and cries with his tongue.

Eijirou buried his face in your cunt, sloppily tongue fucking and sucking you while his fingers roughly flicked your clit back and forth. Slick squirt out of you onto his lapping tongue as you worked your hips against his face, desperate for release from the Alpha.

Katsuki held a hand to your throat, squeezing tenderly as he continued with his sloppy kisses and grip on your wrist, which lazily stroked him.

“C’mon, omega. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna come.” The blonde whispered in your ear, biting it with his canines. Gasping, your hand picked up the pace as you moaned loudly and freely into the cool air of the night. Eijirou relished in the way your pussy felt pressed into his face as he gripping your thighs, not letting you move away as he began to suck harshly on your clit.

Incoherent sobs left your drooling mouth as Katsuki gripped your hair in his left fist, biting down hard enough to draw blood all over your neck. Whimpering and groaning, you felt yourself release all over the redhead’s face, legs twitching as he rode out your orgasm. After he was finished with his meal, Eijirou pulled away and licked at the strings of slick connecting his chin to your throbbing pussy.

“That should hold her over until we get back to the den, right?”

“Maybe, she’s in heat, so she won't be satisfied until we knot and claim her. Let’s split.”

Gathering the panting mess that you were in his arms, Katsuki carried you bridal style, not bothering to redress your bare bottom. After your much-needed relief, you drifted off to sleep while drenched in the scent of your new Alphas.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

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"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

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Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

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"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

#devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dmc 4 x reader #child reader #dante x reader #dmc dante x reader

[ameliajessicawilliamspond]

There he was.

Hung on a wall like a damn display.

Luke Skywalker, the ultimate prize.

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Luke had gone out on a mission alone which always worried Din. Sometimes he would run a little late but he always came back in one piece, most of the time without a scratch on him. The more time Din spent around the Jedi, the more real this power, this Force, of the Jedi became.

He wondered how strong Grogu would become...

This mission was supposed to be two days. Maximum. Luke had laughed and said he'd be home by dinner.

That was two weeks ago.

Which was concerning on its own. But then, the wanted posters on Luke began to dissapate. Han hoped it was because they decided to stop trying, but Din knew better. The only reason a bounty would be taken down is if...if the bounty was fulfilled.

Din followed Luke's trail and realized, unfortunately, he was right. The Jedi was taken to Kessal.

"Did they kill him?" Din asked his informant, voice even, being careful not to portray the fear coursing through him.

"No." The woman said, and Din's heart flipped. "Not yet." She continued. Din leaned forward. "The bounty hunter brought the jedi to Moris Asz, a Crime Boss amongst spice traders. He was to deliver the jedi to Mos Gideon. Word is he decided the jedi was too valuable to waste on Gideon's "experiments", too big a prize to dispose of. Word around here is he has the jedi strung up somewhere on display. A testamony to his power."

Din had a hard time believing that. He had seen Luke hurt in ways thst would keep even the strongest being down and still win an entire battle. There was no way some gangster had him somewhere -alive and awake- without already having been destroyed.

Still, the image that invaded his mind terrified him. Luke Skywalker, strung up somewhere like a morose art piece, bleeding, dying, scared---

No. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He couldn't. Din shoved the invasive thought from his mind.

The informant sent him Moris Asz's location, a palace in the middle of Kessel surrounded by spice mining camps.

Not a problem for a Mandalorian.

Din spotted a grouping of droids. Reprogrammed battle droids from the Clone War, turned into bodyguards.

Din shot his whistling bird, taking down two at once. He hopped the fence, shoving his way past two more, taking one out with his blaster, the other with his fist.

He turned down a hall. Two humanoids, three droids. The droids fired and the Mandalorian ducked behind a wall, thumping his arm against it. The gaurds called to the droids to stop firing and ran forward, hoping to find an injured intruder. Din leapt up, grabbing one bodyguard by the neck and turning him around, using him as human shield. The other gaurd hesitated, swearing under his breath. Din used the hesitation to shove the meat shield at the other gaurd, knocking them both into the wall.

Turning his attention to the droids, Din pulled out the Beskaar staff, knocking the blasters from their slow metal hands, then piercing through their circuitry.

Behind him, Din heard shuffling. Din stood stock still as the shuffling became a full run. The gaurds behind him had woken up. Din settled into his stance, still facing away from them.

Closer.

Closer.

Now.

Din swung, managing to brain one, and in one quick motion, pierce the other's heart. They both fell, dead.

Spinning on his heels, he saw the door they had been outside of. Two giant, carved wooden doors that seemed to lead to some grand hall.

That would be a good display room, Din thiught grimly.

Din shoved the doors open and sure enough, there he was, Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, hanging on the back wall, two lights pointing to illumate him, frozen in Carbonite.

Luke indeed looked like a morose painting. His head was raised, mouth slightly ajar. His left hand outstretched, as if he was about to use his power, -or ask whoever was doing this to stop- his eyes, though grey and flat thanks to the carbonite, were blown wide open.

"Kriff." Din swore. Luke would most definitely be dealing with carbonite induced blindness and would be coughing up carbonite for at least a week thanks to whoever did this to him without preparing him correctly.

Din stepped forward, testing for any trip wires. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the carbonite, just to see if there was any trap. But his hand touched Luke's outstretched fingers and...

oh...

He was so still, so cold, like a statue. The little control Din had over himself, his determination to make sure he saw this as just another mission to spare his sanity shattered like glass.

"Oh, Luke..." Din slid his hand fully into Luke's unmoving one. His other hand touched Luke's face, tracing his jaw as he studied the unmoving jedi. This close Din could see it; the terror Luke was frozen in. "What did they do to you?"

He pulled himself from his thoughts, knowing time was certainly of the essence now that he had wasted valuable time. Din dashed around to the side of the box and typed in the release code. Luke began to glow red as the Carbonite melted away. Din looked around again, waiting for the sound of approaching gaurds. Why hadn't anyone else shown up yet?

Luke fell from the device like a pile of bricks. Din rushed forward, catching him just in time, but the jedi shoved him away. Confused, the Mandalorian tried to grab him again but Luke pitched forward, shoving him again before vomiting up grey and Din recognized it as the Carbonite that had entered his mouth coming back up with a vengeance.

Luke trembled above the pile of grey bile below him. He pushed himself back on his knees, his arms wrapping around himself as he desperately tried to look around the room with no success. "I can't see...Why...why can't I see?" Luke begged the air.

Din reached out tentatively. "Luke--"

Luke shot himself backwards at the touch with a rasped "no" and Din pulled his hand away like he had been burned. "Who are you?" Luke asked through chattering teeth. "What happened to me?" He asked.

"You were frozen in Carbonite." Din answered honestly.

Luke's demeanor shattered. Whatever he had left of that jedi mask crumbled before the Mandalorian's eyes. "No, no no no no, I'm not...I can't be...He...He won. He got me. It's over I-I'm gunna be forced to Turn or He's going to kill me. I can't turn to the Dark Side! Please no--no, Vader please-!" Luke panicked, curling into himself.

Din didn't know how to respond, he had no idea what Luke was talking about, trapped in some memory from his past. Brain fog and jumbled memories, another side effect of Carbonite Sickness. He knew he had to calm the jedi down fast before someone heard them. "Luke, Luke listen to me. The war is over, Vader is gone. I'm Din Djarin, I'm here to rescue you."

Luke's head shot up, turning to his general direction. "Din..." He whispered, trying to make sense of his jumbled mind. "Why can't I feel you?" He asked, and Din's heart skipped.

The Beskar made him a nearly blank space in the Force. Luke couldn't sense him. Din removed his glove, grabbing Luke's hand, causing the jedi to gasp, his trembling grip tightening around Din's hand like a lifeline.

"I'm so cold..." He whimpered, curling further into himself. Din was reminded of the story Luke had told him about his time on Hoth and how much he hated the cold. With one hand he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the jedi. Luke pulled the matierial tight around him.

"Come on." Din said, as gently as he could. They couldn't wait here any longer, it had been too long since someone had come to find them and that was concerning. Surely someone should have come for them by now...

Din pulled Luke to his feet, never letting go of his hand. "Can you walk?" Luke shuffled from one foot to the other, testing it himself before stiffly nodding. Din squeezed his hand. "Good. Come on."

They got down two halls without a soul in sight. Din was beginning to hope that the universe had finally given him a break.

He should have known better.

Because standing there at the end of the third hallway with a smirk, surrounded by two bounty hunters and a half dozen battle droids, was Moris Asz, arms folded, Luke's lightsaber hanging off his hip. Din yanked Luke behind his back, his free hand hovering over the Dark Saber.

"Oh, little Jedi, that's not where you're supposed to be." the gangster mocked. Luke pushed in closer against Din's back.

"This bounty has already been fulfilled." the Twi'lek bounty hunter mocked.

"He's coming with me." Din responed blankly.

"No, he's really not." Moris Asz said.

The jedi let out a yelp and Din felt Luke's hand ripped from his own. Din spun, Dark Saber ignited. Luke was being held, one hand curled tightly in his golden hair, the other arm wrapped around his throat, by another bounty hunter, the cloak a discarded heap on the ground beneath his feet. Din cursed himself for not hearing the Rodian approach.

"Well well, the Mand'alor himself come to rescue his precious little jedi. My my, how the mighty Mandalorians have fallen." The gangster mocked. Din spun, saber aimed at the gangster's throat, but he simply waved him off. "Don't bother with the pagentries, Mand'alor. Every gun in this room is trained on his little blond head. You so much as flinch, and he's gone. You wouldn't want that, would you, your Majesty?"

Din turned back to Luke, who was struggling against the arms holding him. Din had no idea what to do, how he would save the jedi.

Luke's sightless eyes found Din's helmet and something in them flashed.

Oh.

Oh....

Din shut the Dark Saber off and put his hands in the air.

"Good boy. " the Human bounty hunter next to Moris mocked.

"Kick that over here." the gangster said and Din obliged, kicking the Dark Saber over to him. Moris Asz picked it up to examine it before turning his attention back to Din. "Kneel."

Din hesitated, and the Rodian's grip tightened in Luke's hair, pulling an involuntary whine from the shivering jedi and Din dropped to his knees.

Luke is handed off to the Human bounty hunter and forced to kneel next to Moris Asz as well.

"You are going back on my wall, little jedi. You're too pretty a decoration. Although," he said as he grabbed Luke by the jaw and forced his head up, tilting the jedi's face from one side to the other. "You look real pretty like this too." Luke's eyes wandered, failing to find the man's eyes. Moris Asz released Luke's jaw, the jedi's head falling to his chest, exhausted. "This is the mighty jedi everyone was so scared of?" He waved his hand in front of Luke's face with no response. "Blind as a bat. Pathetic."

Din laughed.

Every head turned to him.

Din looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive way. "Sorry, sorry, continue."

Everyone in the room looked around at each other.

Moris Asz crossed his arms, seemingly growing bigger with rage. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Sorry, it's just...you really don't know who you captured, do you?" Din asked.

The gangster looked around the room, bouncing on his heels. No one seemed to know what the Mandalorian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Moris Asz asked.

Din shrugged. "It's just that...sorry, you really don't know?"

The gangster huffed in frustration.

"Spit it out!" The Rodian demanded.

"Jedi don't need their eyes to see."

The room barely had time to process what the Mandalorian had meant before Luke's hand was shooting forward, pulling the lightsaber off the gangster's belt with the Force. Without so much as standing or turning around, Luke ignited the blade into the human bounty hunter behind him who was reaching for his blaster. Luke rose, the bounty hunter still choking around the intrusion in his chest. Luke turned, pulling the saber from his chest and he slumped over. Luke turned to face the rest of the room. He tilted his head slightly.

"SHOOT HIM!" Moris Asz screamed.

Every blaster went off at once and not one came even close to touching the Jedi or the Mandalorian. Four bounced off his blade dead center of four of the droids circuit boards. He reached out and crushed another droid with the Force, throwing the discarded machine into another droid, crushing it as well. He sprang from his spot, attacking the Rodian bounty hunter that had moved his blaster from Luke to Din, cutting off the hand holding the weapon first, before stabbing him in the chest. The Twi'lek bounty hunter next to him dropped his weapon, hands in the air. Luke lowered the lightsaber and lifted his hand towards the man. With a little wave, he muttered "sleep." The Twi'lek crumpled to the floor.

Luke made his way back to stand before his captor, holding the lightsaber towards the now trembling gangster on the floor.

"Now- now, listen, I-I-I didn't mean you no harm. Cone on now, you've won, little jedi, you've won. Why don't you just leave? See, I-I've admitted defeat. I may not know much about jedi but I know they don't seek revenge. Now, you can't kill me. Why don't you just walk away?" Luke stayed stock still, unseeing eyes boring a hole into the gangster's head, unreadable. "Come on now, I thought jedi don't hold no grudges?"

A blaster bullet went straight through the gangster's head. Moris Asz fell to the ground, dead.

Din reholstered his blaster. "Yeah, well I do."

Din moved past Luke and yanked the Dark Saber off the dead man's body, placing it back where it belonged. Then he went back and grabbed the discarded cloak. He approached Luke, Din's hand hovering over the one that still held the ignited lightsaber. He pressed gently on the grip with a soft "hey." Luke took a deep breath and shut the laser sword off.

"You will never cease to amaze me." Din said, wrapping the cloak around his shoulders again before fixing the back of Luke's hair that was tangled from where the Rodian had grabbed him. "Are you alright?" Din asked, his hand finding the Jedi's again, anchoring him.

Luke looked up at him, something distant in that blinded stare. "I'm so tired." Luke mumbled, leaning forward into Din's chestplate.

Din wrapped his free arm around Luke's back. "Then let's go home."

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[fific7]

Ticket to Ride - Part 3

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including unprotected and oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖

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Billy slammed the door of his hotel room closed behind him. He was fuming.

Damn!!! Damn, fuck, damn, fuck, fuck, fuck! He stormed across the room and threw himself onto the bed, hands linking behind his head on the pillows, glaring up at the ceiling. Apart from anything else, his male pride was injured - he was an ex-Marine for fuck’s sake! And he’d been outsmarted by a... a.. civilian!!

Lying there for a while, wondering what the hell he was going to do now. Micro couldn’t track her phone this time, and fuck knows where she was headed. Or... had she gone somewhere else? Or just moved to another location in London?

His gut told him she’d gone somewhere else. Those apartments she’d been staying in were for longer-term lets, not just one or two-night stays. Maybe she was using that as a base of operations like he would’ve done in the military. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He sat up suddenly, taking his phone out of his pocket and opening Google Maps. He searched for Wood Wharf and when it listed up, he moved the map around with a finger and within a couple of seconds spotted what he’d been looking for - City Airport.

Billy grinned. He was back on her trail, he just knew it.

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Frank jolted awake, and after a few seconds realised that his phone was ringing. He grabbed it, screwing up his bleary eyes as he tried to read the time and who was calling. Shit, it was 1 a.m.! And it was Micro. What the hell?

He accepted the call, hearing Micro’s muffled voice saying, “Frank?” “Yeah, yeah... what’s up, Micro? And you sound like you’re underwater.” There was a slight pause and a swallowing sound, “M’eatin’ a donut. Sorry. Look, Russo’s just texted me again - this time he wants me to search for her on flights outta London City Airport. I said ok... but....” his voice trailed off.

Frank sighed. He hated this, he was stuck slap bang in the middle of all this shit between Billy, Karen and Billy’s girl.

Billy - he could kick his dumb ass for ‘messin’ around’ with Madani. Karen - he really didn’t want to upset his girl. And Billy’s girl - he felt sorry for her that she’d had to put up with Billy’s recent bad behaviour but.... he’d been so relaxed and happy since the two of them got together. So... he’d give his idiot friend a break... but only a small one.

“Yeah OK, Micro, go ahead with what he asked ya to do. Let Russo know once you got an answer for him, then you tell me. And if Karen ever asks, you didn’t call me ‘bout this till a helluva lot later this mornin’. Got it!?”

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Stepping out of the lift onto the landing of the 20th floor, you were met by a view across the harbour and a symphony in red - carpets, walls, doors.

(My Photos - Dec 2014)

The W was even better than you’d imagined, and as you reached your room and opened the door, you loved the view you got all along the beach from the big picture windows.

After you’d unpacked, you dropped a quick text to Karen just letting her know where you were, then left your room to go and have a walk around the local area, called Barceloneta according to your online guide book.

There was a cooling sea breeze, the sun was shining and you turned your face up towards it.

The W Hotel was right at the far end of the beach, and you had a pleasant stroll along it until you reached a busy street called Passeig Joan de Borbó, which ran parallel to the marina known as Port Vell. You passed several restaurants and decided that you’d have an early lunch in one of them, rather than eating at the hotel. You could have dinner or even room service there later on.

Sitting at an outside table, looking at the yachts moored at the marina, watching all the people strolling by on the wide pavement, sipping at a glass of wine.... you gave a happy sigh and relaxed back in your seat.

Billy would never find you here.

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Touching down in Barcelona, Billy watched the airport buildings rushing past as the air brakes were applied and the plane began to slow down. He was impressed with how short a flight it was from London; it was only a few hours since Micro had messaged him with the search results and he was here already.

He made his way through Passport Control and headed for the taxi rank, joining the queue and eventually being waved towards one of the waiting cars by the attendant.

Half an hour later, he was checking into the W. He felt excited, pleased, a thrill of anticipation - he’d caught up with her this time. Now all he had to do was dump his stuff in his room and stake out the lobby until she inevitably showed up.

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You’d walked up the full length of Joan de Borbó until you’d reached a new area of town called El Born. There was a lovely park - it had been built over a citadel from long ago when Barcelona had been occupied by invaders - and it was full of narrow little streets and cute artisan boutiques. Stopping for a coffee next to an old market building - the Mercat del Born - which had been converted into a cultural centre, once again you just enjoyed the sunshine and watching the world go by.

You looked around at the beautiful buildings; how lovely it would be to live in an apartment in one of these like the locals did. Most of the buildings had ‘Juliet balconies’, not especially spacious but enough to be able to step out of your apartment, maybe sit and enjoy the fresh air if you had room for a little chair. Some of the balconies had lush green plants in big ceramic pots on them, and you thought that sitting out there in amongst them would be like having your own little cocoon from the outside world.

You had a leisurely stroll through the neighbourhood, taking an interest in the small stores, tapas bars and old buildings. At the far end of the Passeig del Born you admired the huge Santa Maria del Mar, a church which your guide book told you was a fine example of Catalan Gothic. This opinion you agreed with - it was a beautiful church and you ventured inside to quietly look at its impressive yet simple interior.

You came out and turned onto Carrer Montcada, where the famous Picasso Museum was located. Not that you were going to go and check it out - your guide book had given some ‘best times to queue’ and spending time in a line of tourists was not your idea of fun - but you wanted to see if El Xampanyet, a famous tapas bar, was still open so you could have a glass of cava. Unfortunately it wasn’t, it had closed a couple of hours earlier and wouldn’t reopen for another couple. Sighing, you decided to walk along Montcada which would take you to Carrer Princesa, you could walk down it and cut round past the Mercat del Born again, back to Barceloneta and the W.

You were feeling a little peckish and the thought of some chilled cava and something to eat was really appealing.

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Billy felt his eyes slowly closing. He shook himself awake behind his newspaper, he couldn’t risk falling asleep but what with his disturbed night’s sleep and then his dash to Barcelona was making even him - an ex-Marine who could function on little or no sleep - feel really fatigued.

Sitting in one of the comfy sofas in reception for the past hour or so was not helping, the quiet hum of voices and people entering and leaving by the revolving doors was soothing him into a drowsy state. The newspaper he’d been pretending to read was in Catalan, totally impenetrable to him so he’d had to resort to just looking at the pictures, not the best at keeping his mind active.

He heard the ‘swoosh’ of the revolving door again, looked up and then froze. It was her!! He peeked round the edge of his paper.

She was heading for the lifts, looking in her bag for her keycard as she walked, she needed to swipe it so she could go up to her floor.

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The lift doors opened and you stepped inside, running your keycard over the reader and hitting the button for floor 20. The doors began to close but then suddenly sprang apart again as someone hit the Call button, and you looked up with the usual polite but disengaged smile that people give each other in lifts.

Billy Russo was looking back at you, a small smile on his face as he hit the ‘Close Doors’ button.

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She’d shrank back from him as soon as she’d realised it was him. Billy was incredibly hurt by that. He wasn’t going to harm her!!! He reached a hand out towards her but she moved even further away from him, right into the corner of the lift.

He said her name, then, “Sweetheart.... please! Just hear me out. That’s all I want to do - talk to you.” She glared at him, “Talk!! You want to talk? Ha!! And why would I want to listen to you!?” Billy grabbed her, getting her in a bear hug, kissing her hard and hungrily. He could feel her struggling in his arms but then she began to relax the tiniest little bit, so he just kept on kissing her passionately.

There was a ‘ting’ as the express lift reached its requested floor, and the doors opened onto the landing. There were two elderly ladies standing there and as Billy’s lips broke away from hers, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at them as they stared. “Ladies,” he nodded, firmly taking his girl’s arm in his and pulling her along with him as he got out of the lift.

“That’s not talking!!” she hissed at Billy.

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You were towed along behind Billy until he stopped outside your door. So.... he even knew your room number. Why hadn’t Karen given you the heads-up this time? You were feeling very uneasy. Billy was on a mission, that was clear.

He’d grabbed your keycard while he was kissing you in the lift. Why hadn’t you struggled harder? Because you’d missed him, of course. You didn’t like it, but you couldn’t deny it.

Now he swiped the keycard against the reader on the door, opened it and bundled you inside, closing the door firmly behind him. He let go of your arm and strode into the room past the centre-located bed which faced the huge window and made his way over to it, looking out at the view it gave of the beaches and the city.

(My Photo - Dec 2015)

He sat on the window seat and turned towards you, “Please... let me explain. Have a seat.” Reluctantly you sat at the opposite end of the long seat, but then stood back up again. You needed a drink. Picking up the bottle of gin from the small table by the window, you walked over to the mini fridge and opened it, taking out a small bottle of tonic water before retrieving a glass from the cupboard above it. You walked over to the large unit under the wall-mounted TV and put it all down, then prepared a G&T for yourself and took a large gulp.

“Nothing for me?” asked Billy, with his best puppy-dog eyes and pout. Heaving a sigh, you went back over to the fridge and took out a bottle of Estrella Damm beer for him, popping the top off it for him. Picking up your G&T on the way back to the window seat, you handed him the beer and sat down.

He took a large swig of the beer, and began, “Sweetheart, I....” but you cut him off. “If you dare to say ‘it’s not what you think’, I’ll chop your balls off, Billy.” He winced, and you shot at him, “What’s her name?” Billy shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but again you beat him to it, “And don’t give me any bullshit. I’m not stupid.”

Billy sighed, taking another drink of his beer, “I know you’re not, sweetheart. But I swear I didn’t cheat on you, it was just about getting information.” “What. Is. Her. Name!?” you ground out. His head went down and he said, “Dinah Madani. She works for Homeland,” but not meeting your eyes. “Okay, Russo. Now we’re getting somewhere. What exactly did you get up to with Mizzz Madani?” “Nothing! I swear!” You stood up abruptly, and Billy - who’d been leaning in towards you - rocked back a bit. “Oh, fuck off Billy!” you yelled, “I can smell the guilt off you!”

You were getting angrier and angrier, “You say you wanna talk and then all you do is lie! Get out! Go on - just get out of my room!”

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Billy opened his mouth to say something placatory but seeing just how furious she looked, he decided that a tactical withdrawal was probably the sensible option.

So instead he drained his beer, stood up and began walking to the door. He stopped and turned halfway across the room, gazing at her, “But I do need to properly explain all this to you, angel. Let’s talk later, okay? Please - just give me a chance.”

She nodded, “OK. Tomorrow morning.” He walked to the door, feeling defeated, and left her room. At least she was gonna give him another shot.

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The door closed behind him, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Truly, you hadn’t been sure how he was going to react when you told him to leave - Billy had a temper on him. You really didn’t think he’d physically hurt you but he always had that air of danger about him. And you’d been so angry yourself, you’d kind of lost yourself in it.

He might be dangerous, but he was a cowardly little shit when it came to telling the truth. You thought back to what he’d said - ‘Nothing, I swear’ - yeah, a likely story! He must think you were so dumb!

Picking up the room service menu, you had a brief look through it then ordered a cheeseburger and a cup of coffee. While waiting for it, you got your laptop out of your bag and opened it up.

Sorry Barcelona, I haven’t seen even half of what I’d intended to and I’d been so looking forward to exploring.

But instead, I’ve got to love you and leave you.

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Billy stepped out of the walk-in shower wearing one of the hotel’s fluffy white dressing robes, and headed to his mini-bar. He needed another beer. And some food. He flicked through all the stuff lying out on the unit, finally finding the room service menu and ordering a steak and a coffee.

He sat on the window seat while he waited, propped up against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was feeling guilty, uneasy and really not pleased with himself. Telling her the truth was turning out to be more difficult than he’d thought. He wondered out loud, “Why is that?” but in fact he damn well knew why. The way he’d been carrying on with Madani was wrong. Even if he’d only been intent on getting information, it was just like Frank had said - cheating - and he knew it. Even if, in Billy’s book, there was Cheating Lite and Cheating For Real, and his overstepping had only been into Lite territory. Was it really that bad?

Who was he kidding? Unsurprisingly, his girl didn’t like to share.

So one thing he knew for sure was that when - if - he ever told her the complete truth, his angel was going to be very, very unhappy with him indeed.

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You’d ordered a very early room service breakfast and after you’d eaten it while enjoying the view, your belongings were quickly stowed away and you took the lift down to the lobby. After checking out - and assuring the receptionist there was nothing wrong, you just had to leave earlier than you’d anticipated - you were on your way to the revolving door when your phone vibrated.

Karen: Billy got Micro to track you down again, sorry hon! He knows you’re in Barcelona 😳 he’ll be heading out there.

You: Yeah, he’s already here! Caught up with me yesterday evening. Agreed we’d talk this morning. But I’m in a taxi on the way to the airport 😉

Karen: 😂😂😂

Once outside, one of the guest services guys waved up a taxi from the nearby rank for you, and wished you a pleasant journey. The taxi driver asked you which terminal you were headed to, and then you were on your way.

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Barcelona

(My Photos - Dec 2019)

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[honeytae]

You’re my muse every night.

hi bubs, happy wednesday! (or whatever day it is for you <3) this is like...possibly the most self indulgent piece i’ve written. it’s just some really simple fluffy joon content with a dash of “i’m so in love with you it hurts” which is exactly what i feel for namjoon so. fitting. the self indulgence is so so real. okay anyways i just hope you all enjoy :)

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

It was cold. 

The icy sheets were the first thing your brain registered as your body came to, stretching across the mattress with a groan at the tightening and untightening of your muscles.

You felt disorientated; you definitely weren’t ready to wake up yet. But god, this bed was freezing. Why was it so cold?

Reaching out for your own personal space heater of a boyfriend, you let out a whiny “hmph” when you came up empty-handed, peeling your eyes open to confirm that Namjoon was no longer beside you.

Lifting your head to glance over at the door of your en-suite bathroom, you frowned at the lack of light flooding into the bedroom, huffing as you sat up to swing your legs over the empty mattress.

The time stamp on your alarm clock told you that it was three hours after midnight, much past your usual bedtime. You should be sleeping.

Every normal person should be sleeping. 

Even if you hadn’t looked at the time, you would’ve known you should be sleeping. Your limbs felt far too heavy, your eyes were mildly sore, and you felt groggy beyond belief. 

Wanting to check again, you listened for any noise from behind the slightly ajar bathroom door, quickly coming to the conclusion that you did at least thrice a week.

Namjoon was working. He was working when he was supposed to be sleeping, like every other person on the planet whose schedules permitted them to after full days like he had.

Huffing as you walked back to the bed, your fingers began tugging at one of the blankets from atop your duvet, lazily wrapping it around your shoulders with a shiver. Even the soft fabric was icy to the touch from lack of human body warmth. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You grumbled to yourself, slipping your feet into your slippers and beginning to shuffle out of the bedroom with a yawn. 

This was not the first time you had woken up in an empty bed. Not at all. In fact, it was often that you went to sleep in Namjoon’s arms and woke up in the middle of the night alone. 

You no longer wondered about what he could possibly be doing at this hour. 

Stubbornly walking through the apartment until you could see the light on in the kitchen, you stared for a moment at the familiar sight of your boyfriend hunched over the island as he scribbled in his notebook, pointer finger pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he concentrated on his penmanship. 

Shuffling further into the room, you examined the man, his lack of messy hair and clothes perfectly placed causing you to conclude that he’d probably not slept in the first place tonight. 

“What are you doing?” You croaked, Namjoon raising his eyebrows a bit in surprise as he looked up, obviously unknowing of your presence.

Smiling a bit at your appearance, Namjoon let his pencil rest on the paper, his own eyes wide awake as they peered into your sleepy ones. 

“What are you doing?” He smiled a bit at your appearance, grumpy expression softened by your swollen eyes and puffed out cheeks as you held the blanket around your body, the man reaching an arm out toward you to welcome you into his side. 

You easily accepted the invitation, stumbling toward him and collapsing into his side with a grunt. 

Namjoon only laughed at the noise, letting his hands leave the table to instead hug you to him, both arms wrapped around your torso to secure your sleepy figure.

“What are you doing? You okay?” He asked, voice low as he concentrated on your sleepy features. Your eyes drooped as you tried to look at him, nodding to dismiss his question and find out the true cause of him being out here. 

“Hm, you seem tired.” He observed, frowning at the sight of you almost nodding off in his arms. 

“I had to come check on you.” You said, bracing yourself with a hand on the counter to keep yourself awake and properly focus your hazy attention on the man. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt in a clingy action. You knew he had left your bed for one of two reasons: either inspiration had struck, or other, not as light thoughts had invaded his brain.

You knew how complex his brain was. You knew how dark it could get in that head of his. And you never wanted him to struggle alone.

“I’m okay, love.” He answered calmly, his tone soft and stable as he spoke the words. Staring into his dark orbs, you detected no deflection of his gaze, only blinking back at you with a gentle smile lifting the corners of his lips. No signs of him faking anything for your sake. He was okay. 

Nodding at his answer, you rubbed the pad of your thumb over the soft material of his shirt still held in your hand, humming as he collected your fingers in his and squeezed lightly. It was a gesture born out of appreciation more than anything; before you, it hadn’t been every day that someone was actively checking in on him. Now, it was just a part of his daily routine. 

“What are you writing about?” You perked up, the man quirking a sideways grin as he looked up at your curious expression.

“You think I’m gonna tell you?” 

At his words, you knitted your eyebrows together in offense, lifting your gaze from the words scrawled across the paper to shoot him a look. 

“Why shouldn’t you? You did drag me out of bed, after all. It better be good, Joon.” You jokingly nudged at his thigh, the man’s features fading slightly as he fixated on the remaining imprints on your cheek from the pillowcase you’d been contentedly sleeping on only minutes ago. 

“Did I wake you?” He inquired softly, the guilt in his tone causing you to shake your head as you reached over to run your hand through his hair. The action caused his forehead to be revealed for half a second before the hair stubbornly laid back over his skin, leaving his bangs practically in his eyes as he stared up at you.

“The current temperature of our bedroom woke me. But a toasty boyfriend would’ve been nice to cuddle up to.” You said with a raise of your brows, challenging the man with a grin.

Laughing quietly to himself, Namjoon slid his hands beneath your arms, making you squeal slightly as he pulled you onto his lap, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to create heat as he hugged you closer to him. 

“Is this better, love?” He asked, smile widening against your temple when you hummed. 

It was nice. His body heat was incomparable, his touch electrifying as every area of your skin against his practically burned with the energy it created within you. 

“Hm. It’d be a whole lot better if we were in bed, though.” You commented honestly, wishing you were laying in your bed beside the man you loved, both sleeping in order to rest up for work in the morning. 

At your words, Namjoon sighed, knowing you were right but unmoving in his quest to finish writing his thoughts tonight. It was simply better to do so when the thoughts were fresh in his brain. If he waited until the morning, they’d be gone. 

“Baby, go back to bed. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?” He soothed his request with a pucker of his lips against your forehead, eyes lighting with amusement as you shook your head. 

“No?” He repeated, making you shake your head again in defiance as you clung to his shoulders. 

“Do I have to make you go back to bed?” He raised his eyebrows challengingly, hand moving beneath the blanket draped over your body to rest on your hip, beginning to wiggle his fingers continually against the skin there.

“J-Joon! No!” You screeched, the man laughing as you began shaking with giggles, squirming on his lap as he continued tickling at the spot. Eventually caving to your begs for him to stop, Namjoon shook his head at you as you remained on his lap, trying to catch your breath, but still refusing to go back to bed. 

“I’ll only be a few minutes.” He repeated, causing you to stare at him with a doubtful raise of your eyebrows, knowing damn well he would be much longer than that. 

Maybe an hour, at the least.

“Promise.” He said, causing you to chuckle as he offered his pinky to you. 

“Then I’ll wait it out with you.” You shrugged, locking your little finger around his with a knowing smile as he sighed.

“I don’t want to keep you up, though.” He said, glancing at the clock approaching a now god-awful hour in the morning. 

“It’s okay, Joonie.” You said, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, the man turning his face to gently purse his lips against your own before pulling back to look at you.

“I’m actually kind of glad you’re here. It’s always better when my muse is in the flesh.” He smiled softly, you shyly dropping another kiss to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder again. 

“I’m your muse tonight?” You wondered out loud, the man confirming with a hum as he picked up his pencil again. 

“You’re my muse every night. How could I not write a million songs about you?” He squeezed you tighter to him while you blew out a breath at his words, cheeks heating up against his skin causing him to wholeheartedly grin at just how flustered he could make you. 

“Joon, stop.”

“Stop writing songs about you?” He asked for clarification, the teasing in his tone lifting all possible tension from the question. 

“I,” you started, “well, no.” You answered honestly, Namjoon tipping his head back in laughter at the exchange as he affectionately squeezed you in his arms. 

“Good,” he sighed when he had composed himself, “you make it too easy.” He said, smiling at you as you brushed some of his messed bangs out of his eyes again. 

“Charmer. Just finish writing your song so we can go to bed, please.” You directed, Namjoon dutifully nodding as he stifled a grin. Taking his pencil back between his fingers, he twirled the utensil once in his hand, giving you a fond glance before setting the lead back on the paper.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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[haik-choo]

cuddling w/ some of the karasuno boys

request:  Hi hi! I saw your request were open aaaaand i was wondering if you could write some cuddling HC with Nishinoya, Hinata, Sugawara and Kageyama, please? Also i just discovered your blog and it's amazing, keep going! 💕✨

a/n: this is such a cute idea!!!! request for more if you want any other members! ;P oH MY GOD THIS’LL BE SO FLUFFY

[CUDDLING HEADCANONS]

-nishinoya, hinata, sugawara, kageyama

sugawara koushi.

this guy is chaotic and feral i’m telling you cuddling session will go either one of two ways, no in between

either he’s super soft and he wants nothing more tha to feel your heartbeat against his chest, or he’s in a very playful mood where he will torture you with his love 

first choice happens usually after long days, and he’ll come home and see you doing something in the room, and his heart just gets filled with this deep raw emotion of feeling so lucky to have someone like you, and he drops his stuff at the door

and then he just walks towards you, a tired, yet gently, smile on his face as he envelops you with his arms, burying his head in your neck and sighing, his deep breath causing your own heart to warm

and then he just leans backwards, and you can feel yourself about to fall and you’re like “sir? excuse me -” and then you both fall onto the bed, his weight resting on you like a safety blanket. you can try to move, but it won’t work. he just sits there and keeps you in his embrace. he’ll move it to your bed, but his face won’t move from its position

or, he’ll be chaotic. this is for the days where he is energetic and feeling like an attention-whore, and he’ll b all pouty to get into your embrace. you think it’s normal cuddling, but then you feel him smile against your neck and bite you

you’ll whip around like ??? but he just gives you this grin and smiles, “what? do you want more attention? all you had to do is ask” and then he’ll just kill the living hell out of you while muttering about how greedy you are

so basically it’s either a soft time or a time where he shoves his tongue down your throat

also, he literally smells like warm vanilla. it’s intoxicating, it just invades your senses when you’re near him and you fin yourself unable to escape his loving arms

hinata shoyo. 

okayokay i know i said sugawara smells like vanilla and he smells the best. but hinata. smells like flowers. not like...Victoria Secret cheap body spray flower, but genuine nature? like he smells fresh, warm, and loving - all in one

cuddling with him makes you feel super energetic, rather than tired and calm. it’s the way he initiates it, he just gives you his famous smile and then hugs you really tightly and literally drags you over to the bed and turns you around to make sure you’re facing him

his bright captivating eyes stare into yours as he laces your fingers together, legs already tangled together. whenever he’s feeling extra needy, he’ll opt to just wrap his arms around your torso and bring draw you closer to him, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat

rests his chin on your head and talks about his day, his voice not loud or unpleasant, but rather a little gravelly and contemplative

when he gets really excited he gasps and then parts from you really quickly, his hands on your shoulder pushing you back so he can see all of your face as he relays something exciting about his day to you

sometimes likes it when you’re completely on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he laughs and you can’t think of another place you’d rather be.

if you’re laying on top of him, his hands are on the middle of your back, rubbing softly and slowly up and down and he doesn’t even realize it

i feel like cuddling with hinata is a surreal experience. like you just feel your heart fuckin’ kablamo. you feel warm, safe, and accepted. every inch of your body he touches makes you feel like he’s injecting some kind of raw serotonin into you - it’s a type of comfort and tenderness that you’d only get from you soulmate

you can NOT tell me that he isn’t good at cuddling. i mean sure, if you want him to look into your eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to you, that probably won’t happen, but i’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel a deep love

kageyama tobio. 

he’s bad at showing affection and cuddling but it’s the thought that counts so he’s aight

affection/touch isn’t his love language, it’s more like just...presence? him just being near you and spending time with you is his way of telling you he loves you, so as much as he may want to cuddle, he’s not the best at it

definitely is on like high alert -- like his fingers sometimes twitch because his head is racing with thoughts -- is he good at this? are you comfy? because his arm isn’t

awkwardly tries to shimmy his arms from underneath you and you’ll be like “what’s up” and he says smth mean on accident like “you cut circulation off from my right hand”

ANYWAY,,,when y’all do cuddle, he likes to bury his face in your nape, just because he likes to be surrounded by your scent. sometimes his arms are wrapped around you on both sides, but usually he just hangs on arm across your side

when you’re not facing him, he’s much bolder, so he’ll softly kiss the back of your neck and rub his forehead against you, but if you mention it he’ll get really red and be like “SHUT UP NO I DIDN’T” 

OMF he likes to watch volleyball compilation videos on his phone, but he also wants to touch you, so he’ll like wrap on arm behind your neck and then hold his phone with that hand, ya know what i mean? like so both of you can see it? your head is on his chest and you’re both watching videos

cuddling usually happens after a long day of practice and he just wants to exist in silence with someone he loves (you) and it lasts anywhere from like five minutes to an hour 

cuddling sessions end with him lips quickly pecking yours and him muttering a ‘thank you’ before getting up and finally doing smth productive 

by the way he totally smells like axe. but not in an overbearing way - like somehow he makes the smell..subtle? and socially acceptable. he smells like...home. he smells like kageyama, a little sweaty mixed in with a little bit of deodorant that he slapped on when he knew he was going to be cuddling w/ you after practice 

nishinoya yuu.

either wants to cuddle you because he’s horny or because he just genuinely wants to feel love and receive all your attention because he’s a soft little horndog like that

it’s the opposite to hinata - he likes it when you’re underneath him and he’s the on laying on top of you, his head buried either between your boobs or resting gently on your chest 

cuddling happens after he takes showers, so his hair is down and it’s lightly tickling your skin, causing you to laugh and push his head out the way, only to be met with his playful resistance as he pushes his head back against your hand

after you two laugh for a while, it’ll suddenly get really quiet and he’ll look up at you, his eyes softening into a look that makes your heart jump to your throat.

“i love the sound of your laugh.” and if that wasn’t enough to stop your heart, he’ll start kissing your collarbones and make his way up your neck, not in a sexual way, but in a purely loving one. and then finally he just stops and looks at you one last time because giving you a small smile and connecting his lips with yours, firm yet soft in nature

sometimes cuddle sessions get extremely playful. like homeboy is jabbing his fingers into your side and laughing like an evil maniac while doing so. he knows you can’t escape his wrath so he just tickles you to his heart’s content

if you turn over on your stomach for some reason, like watching a video on your phone or whatever, he will literally climb on your back, no hesitation. like oh, sorry, did you not want to be crushed by this 5′2 libero? too bad

can only cuddle for so long because he gets restless and wants to do something, like make dinner with you or take a shower, or just something. staying still for long is his one inability

OMG noya smells like the method body “simply nourish” body wash with rice milk, coconut, and shea butter. it just - yes. he smells clean, but also kind of like...wild? like he added a dash of pepper? i dunno gOD i know he smells nice bro, i know it

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