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into the beat of the night (ch 1) "transmission"

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pairing: frankie morales/nb!oc (they/them) rating: T (for now) chapter warnings: discussions of sexuality/gender (frankie doesn't understand some things and may use language that would be harmful, but it's not intentional), limited knowledge of the military, goth stereotypes abound, mentions of drug addiction/recovery, swearing, cute shit word count: 2.7k dividers by @saradika

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series summary: frankie morales thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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a/n - i can't thank y'all enough for giving my fic a chance! i'm really nervous about posting it since i haven't properly written anything in years, but i've had some lovely cheerleaders (@scenaaario - who is also my lovely beta, i want to kiss you on the mouth for making this fic sound like i wanted it to ♥♥ - @undercoverpena @mrsquill and @kedsandtubesocks i love you guys ♥) along the way that gave me the motivation to post this little story. comments and reblogs are super appreciated! i'd love to hear what y'all think <3

In 1994, the U.S. adopted “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” as the official federal policy on military service by lesbian, gay and bisexual individuals. It was officially repealed in 2011. Seventeen years. For seventeen years, LGBTQ folks, Frankie included, had to hide. At least, he felt he needed to.

He knew he was bisexual when he and his childhood best friend Mateo were in their sophomore year of high school. Frankie and all the other boys started to hit puberty the year before and things were changing: facial hair was slowly growing, voices were dropping. Mateo started to develop a little faster than Frankie did. Frankie really liked how Mateo was developing. It was a little weird, because they’d been best friends since they were still wearing underoos, but Frankie started to feel things whenever he hung out with Mateo. Things he normally only felt whenever Alana in third period flipped her hair over her shoulder, or whenever Charlotte in fifth period stretched before she started writing and her sweater pulled over her chest a little too much.

Frankie didn’t know what to do with this information or these feelings. He didn’t have a word for any of it, so he just never said anything. He had a couple girlfriends throughout high school, and to anyone who cared to think on it, would see that Frankie was like any other straight, high school boy.

In 1994, Francisco Morales joined the military. He was nineteen. It was never his plan growing up to join, but his dad always wanted him to. When he didn’t have his own plan after high school, he figured it was a safe bet since he had family in the service. While there, he worked his way up in the ranks and eventually met his brothers: Santiago, Benny, Will, and Tom. They would die for each other, had signed up to do so, in fact. He’d grown closest to Santiago, and it was the first time since he was 15 that he got those feelings again. He pushed them to the side, though, because that’s when she came into his life. He didn’t need those feelings getting in the way.

Frankie’s bisexuality really only came into his life a couple of times. His first girlfriend in the military, Layla, was also bisexual and that’s when he learned what the word was and that it also applied to him. She only ever told him since Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was in full swing. Of course he kept her secret, because she also kept his.

The only one of his group of brothers that didn’t know about his sexuality was Tom. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him, and the others agreed it was best to keep it quiet. Santiago was the first one to know, then Will, and finally Benny. Ben was Ben about it when he found out. He immediately hugged Frankie and excitedly suggested they go to a gay bar instead of their usual hang out. It made Frankie laugh and Will smacked Ben on the back of the head. (They did end up going to a couple of gay bars from time to time. Frankie only went home with a guy once and the guys gave him a lot of shit for it, asking for details. Santiago gave him a smile and patted him on the back and said, “I’m glad you’re finally here, hermano.”)

Frankie had one man he’d consider a “boyfriend” in his life. After he left the military and after DADT was repealed, he went on a bit of a binge. He started hooking up with people more often, despite his introverted nature. He was always careful, safe, and eventually kept to one man for a couple years, before an especially messy breakup. They were both pilots in the military, but were based in different states; Frankie in Florida, and Jackson in Kentucky. They bonded quickly after meeting at a nightclub in Nashville. Neither one of them remembers why they were there, but they made it a point to see each other frequently, each of them taking turns flying out to see the other.

The breakup happened after Jackson found Frankie’s stash for the last time. The military affected everyone differently. For Frankie, his coke addiction is what got him through the sleepless nights. Jackson had found Frankie one too many times leaned over the back of a toilet and snorting god knows what. Jackson had his own problems with drugs and felt that Frankie ignored them in search of his next fix. Addiction had completely taken over Frankie’s life for the better part of five years. Frankie hated Jackson for leaving him when he most needed him, and lashed out, accusing Jackson of only ever wanting to fuck. That broke Jackson, as he thought about how deeply he loved Frankie. Gay marriage was legalized a year later, and had things panned out differently, they might still be together. He doesn’t blame Jackson for leaving anymore.

Frankie’s daughter, Marisol, changed everything. She was the love of his life, and he would do anything for her. After going back to his days of sleeping around after Jackson left, he met Maya. He kept telling her that he would get clean and go to therapy while she was pregnant, but not until he held his little Marisol in his arms for the first time did he commit to both. He and Maya never planned on being together officially, and decided co-parenting would be their best option.

He’d been clean and sober for two years by the time Santi told him about the Colombia job. He hadn’t flown, or been allowed to in that time, and was pretty content to never do so again. Every time he got in the pilot’s seat, it would take him to terrible places. But Santi was his best friend, so he took the job. He relapsed when he got home, after Tom. He never blamed Santi for it. He gave Frankie a choice, and where he could’ve said no, he didn’t.

Which brings him to where he is now, two years after Colombia. He’d crossed the street and stood in line for the entrance. He hadn’t been to this nightclub in a while. He looked up at the sign for the club, and raised an eyebrow. The Night Owl. That… isn’t what it was called last time. Was it sold? Apparently, it had recently undergone a rebranding, with new owners, and a slightly… different clientele.

The best way he could describe it now was that it was a goth club. Frankie had never personally been to this sort of club, not really being a fan of the music or subculture, but never had a negative opinion either. He stuck out like a sore thumb when he entered, the bouncer giving him a once over and chuckling, but letting him in anyway.

He made his way over to the bar and had a seat, taking in his surroundings and started people watching. He planned on going out tonight, and possibly go home with someone. A club is a club, so he decided to stick around and see what all the fuss was about.

The walls shook with the heavy bass and beats of the music. It wasn’t like anything he’d heard before. His nostrils filled with the scent of clove cigarettes and hairspray. Everywhere he looked, someone completely decked out in teased hair and black clothing caught his attention. He smiled softly at all the variations in people’s style, wondering how long it took for all of them to get ready in the morning.

The bartender, a large man with heavy eye makeup and a lot of chains and spikes, came up to him and smirked. He felt a presence behind him and when Frankie finally faced forward again, he startled a little, not expecting such an imposing figure to be giving him a staredown.

“What’ll you be havin’, stripes?”

“Stripes?”

The bartender, who had a patch sewed onto his denim vest that read “Viper”, rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely to Frankie’s whole self. “You mean to tell me you’re not military?”

Frankie blinked a couple times and huffed a laugh. “Ex-military, yeah. Is that… okay?”

Viper gave him a long look, eyes slightly narrowed, and pointed to one of the many tattoos on his arm, up high on his shoulder. It was an old one, a little faded, but Frankie recognized it as the stripes given to Sergeant Majors. “I left after this. Got injured,” he said.

“Sorry to hear that.”

Viper shrugged and reached under the bar, cleaning a glass. “I’m not. So what’re you havin’?”

Frankie thought about it for a second. “I’ll probably regret this, but surprise me.”

An amused look crossed Viper’s features, but he nodded and started mixing a drink for him. Frankie noticed all the ingredients used; lager beer, hard cider, and some kind of syrup. He raised a brow and picked up the glass as Viper slid it across the bar for him. Frankie gave him a look as if to say, ‘Is this safe?’ despite having just watched Viper make it. The bartender chuckled and just gestured for him to give it a try.

Frankie took a deep breath and gulped down a drink. A little foam was stuck to his mustache when he lowered the glass from his face. “Not bad. What is it?” Frankie asked.

“Snakebite. Kind of a staple around here,” Viper hummed, cleaning a different glass.

Frankie chuckled at the name. Of course that’s what it was called.

Viper was pulled away when a pretty girl with big, teased hair and dark makeup came up to the bar. Frankie took the opportunity to look around the place again.

The music was best described as “dark” and “broody”, unsurprisingly, with slow tempos and even lower vocals. Everyone on the dancefloor was slowly swaying back and forth and, once in a while, would move their arms in ethereal shapes.

Frankie remembered seeing one of the younger teachers at Marisol’s daycare wearing a t-shirt with a band logo that looked like a bundle of sticks. He tried figuring out what it said once, but was too afraid to ask, so he still doesn’t know. He doesn’t think she’d be at this kind of club.

“You’re new. Bit like a zoo your first time here, I bet.”

Frankie startled, putting his hand over his heart and turned to look at who was talking. Someone had sat next to him and was grinning, taking a sip from their own drink; something dark red and a little cloudy. He blinked a couple times and took in their features; big green eyes rimmed with dark lines, two different nose piercings, and black lipstick. Their hair was long and straight, dark, and with the right side in front of their ear shaved completely. He couldn’t quite figure out if who he was talking to was male or female, the androgyny of their look very clear.

“Uhh, hello?” They waved their hand, full of rings and black nail polish, in front of his face and chuckled quietly. “Oh! Maybe–” They cut themselves off and started making a bunch of symbols and shapes with their fingers and hands.

Frankie blinked and started laughing softly. “I’m not deaf! Sorry,” he grinned. “You just startled me, that's all.”

“Oh!” The stranger laughed, too, putting a hand on his right knee in a friendly gesture. He looked down at the hand and smiled, his heart skipping a beat. Even if he didn’t know very much about them, he couldn’t deny it; they were very pretty.

He removed his cap and ran his fingers through the unruly curls for a second before putting the hat back on. “Sorry,” he repeated, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, it’s my first time here. I didn’t realize the club had changed owners.”

“It did?” They asked, tilting their head to the left slightly.

“Yeah, it was a– Uh, last time I was here, it was a… different kind of club,” Frankie mumbled.

The stranger’s eyes twinkled mischievously, the smirk still present on their lips. “What kind of club? Are you secretly into some really heavy BDSM type stuff?” They wiggled their eyebrows.

Frankie had started taking a drink of his Snakebite again and nearly choked on it at the stranger’s teasing. He coughed a couple times, a wide grin on his face. “No! Nothing like that,” he chuckled.

The stranger snapped their ring-clad fingers like they were hoping he’d say otherwise and slumped their shoulders in disappointment. “Damn…”

Frankie’s cheeks warmed at the insinuation, but laughed, convinced they were just joking with him. He cleared his throat and continued, “Y-Yeah, uh, I wasn’t expecting this kind of… group, when I came by. Although, the name of the place probably should’ve warned me.”

“What kind of group?” The stranger grinned, watching his handsome features change from thoughtful to concerned.

Frankie panicked, worried he’d somehow offended them, and cleared his throat again. “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with– Um! I don’t, actually… know,” he tapered off, looking down as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

The stranger snorted and waved him off. “I’m fucking with you,” they laughed. “I know what you mean. When I heard a new club opened up closer to my apartment, I got pretty excited. No more hour-long drives to the nearest one, y’know?”

Frankie nodded, their low, smooth voice captivating him the longer they spoke.

“Oh! Meant to say this before, but my name’s River,” they smiled and held their hand out to him to shake.

“Frankie,” he answered, holding his own hand out to return the gesture. But River beat him to it, and gripped his long, thick fingers in their own hand and kissed the back of his softly.

Frankie blushed like mad, eyes widening slightly. No one had ever kissed his hand before. He kept his eyes downcast, his hand still securely in River’s grasp.

River tilted their head, brows furrowed in concern before letting go of his hand. “Sorry, was that–?”

“No! N-No, um…” Frankie smiled shyly, tugging at a loose curl behind his ear. “It was fine– Nice, actually.”

River grinned as if they had clocked him immediately. “Well, Frankie, it was very nice meeting you. Will I see you here again?” They asked, looking him up and down.

Frankie found himself nodding before he could say or do anything else. “Y-Yeah, absolutely. Um, how–?”

“My song just came on, and I simply must dance to it. Later,” River winked, stood, and leaned over to kiss Frankie’s cheek as they slipped something into the front pocket of his flannel shirt.

River was gone before Frankie could ask anything else, his eyes following after them as they reached the dancefloor. He watched them dance for a few minutes before he was brought out of it by someone clearing their throat behind him. He spun around and saw Viper, the bartender, leaning toward him and giving him a look.

“You gonna pay for these drinks?” He grumbled, motioning toward Frankie’s Snakebite and whatever River was drinking.

He followed Viper’s tattooed finger and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling his wallet out and putting a couple bills on the bar. Viper nodded in thanks and Frankie took that as his cue to leave.

As he stood, he looked toward the dancefloor again in the hopes of seeing River one last time. When he didn’t, he tried to shake himself off and made his way toward the entrance. The bouncer gave him a look and Frankie just shrugged as he exited the club. The cool night air hit his still-warm cheeks, making him feel like he came back to reality.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled to himself and reached into his front pocket and pulled out a little scrap of paper. A phone number with two cute little devil horns drawn on either side and a little, ‘text me?’ written down beneath it.

Frankie smiled to himself and rubbed the ink on the paper with his thumb.

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nolita-fairytale · 9 months

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter eleven

summary: you receive bad news, but luca is there for you. and it seems like he's intent on continuing to be there for you.

warnings: angst, grief, death, vomiting, fluff, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the storyline of the bear.

word count: 3.3k

listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist (specifically 'how to mend a broken heart' - al green & 'love' - kendrick lamar; another very will poulter-coded choice)

a/n: pov: it's me warning you that there is in fact angst but trust, babes. trust. after the trauma of meeting donna b in season 2, i wanted to explore characters who had positive relationships with their mothers. so if you have not picked up on it yet, this story is also about mothers **cries because it's too damn sweet. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

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Astrid: Hey give me a call when you’re up.

I don’t want to worry you, but we need to talk.

Your fingers hurriedly move to open up the multiple missed notifications that you have from her, holding the phone up to your ear so that you can listen to her voicemail next.

“Hey… I know you’re probably still asleep right now,” you hear, her voice somber, as you listen to Astrid’s voicemail, left for you at three in the morning. “And I know that you’ve got your do not disturb on. But I really need to talk. Call me when you’re up.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind races with fears over what this could be about, and as your eyes scroll through the other missed notifications, you see something that stops you in your tracks:

1 Missed Call from Joe

And it all suddenly feels real, a sense of dread fills your throat, and you can only imagine that it must be an emergency if both Astrid and Joe have called. Your mind races. It can’t be about Joe – if he called too, right?

The severity of the situation forces you to sit up straight as you steal a glance Luca’s way. You’re grateful that he’s such a heavy sleeper as you peel the covers back, tiptoeing out into the living room so that you don’t wake Luca. Your fingers shake as they hover over Astrid’s name, before tapping down on the screen so that you can give her a call back.

It only rings twice before Astrid answers, a tiredness in the way her voice sounds, as if she hasn’t slept all night.

“Hey, Astrid. What’s going on?” you ask, a panic that colors your voice as you wait for her reply.

The anticipation builds in every moment of silence she leaves between the two of you.

“It’s mum. Ehm…” she trails off, her voice breaking.

No.

It’s as if your worst nightmare is coming true – like no matter how many times you’ve rehearsed this scenario in your head, prepared for it, braced for it, nothing softens the blow of the words that Astrid utters.

“She’s gone. She passed. Early this morning,” Astrid finally says, a sob following. “We’re still at the hospital right now.”

As Astrid begins to cry, you let her, even though you feel like you can’t breathe. Through her tears, she tries her best to explain what happened and you can feel yourself going numb as you listen. You can barely process what she’s saying as the words wash over you, a deep pain building in your belly with each detail she shares: that mum hadn’t been feeling well late last night, that she had a fever of 104 F and that’s when they knew she had to be taken to the hospital, that she passed a few hours later.

It was sudden.

It was quick.

And now, Astrid’s whole world – your whole world, and Joe’s – has changed forever.

All you can do is attempt to breathe, to listen, and try your best not to drop your phone as your hands tremble.

You can feel it, a sickening feeling that wells up from your belly and into your throat as you croak out:

“Astrid, I’m so sorry.”

“After everything we’ve been through, all the rounds of chemo… I just can’t believe that overnight she’s gone,” Astrid whispers, tears falling down her cheeks. “I just-, I thought we’d have more time.”

“I know. Me too,” you agree quietly.

It doesn’t feel real, and you wonder if you’re just in denial.

“I’m so sorry to call like this. But I thought you should know,” Astrid apologizes, clearing her throat as she continues. “‘M sure I ruined your high from the all-night shag-fest with the hot pastry chef, now didn’t I?”

You chuckle, in response to her attempt to lighten the mood.

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you called,” you reassure her, your voice soft.

“I’ve got to go. Joe and I are going to try to grab something to eat and ehm, try to get a hold of Lina. I’ll keep you posted on everything. On all the details, you know… about… anything we do,” Astrid informs you, trying her best to pull herself together.

“But I just wanted you to know and ehm, well, I know Joe called.”

“No, I-. Yeah,” you stammer through, at a loss for words. “I… I’ll give him a call. And thank you… for calling me. Thank you for telling me.”

Astrid nods solemnly, “She loved you like one of us.”

You swallow, as a stream of tears streak your cheeks

“Yeah I… I love – loved – her too.”

You clear your throat, unaware that your hands have begun to shake.

“And please keep me posted. I’d like to be there… at the funeral. If you think it’s appropriate.”

“‘Course,” Astrid agrees. “I love you. Call you later?”

“Please. And… yes,” you say, adding if it’s a promise:

“I love you too.”

As soon as you hang up the phone, it’s as if your body knows something you don’t – like your brain hasn’t quite processed the news, racing your body to intellectualize everything you’ve just heard, so your body has to take over instead. Your stomach flips, and suddenly, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. You sprint to your small apartment bathroom, throwing the toilet seat up with a clang as you begin to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet, in an uncontrollable physical response.

The sound of you retching, coughing up the last of it, seems to wake up Luca. You brace yourself against the toilet, flushing it as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Your body feels fragile and your mind races as you reach behind you for the towel that lays folded over your towel bar, clutching it towards you.

“My love, is everything alright?” you hear his voice, as Luca stirs, sitting up in bed.

The sound of his footsteps heading towards you fill your ears, and as they get closer and closer to you, Luca appears in the doorway, his eyes squinting from how jarring of a wakeup he’s just had. You look up at him, noticing the way his face has twisted itself into a look of concern, swallowing as you rack your brain, searching for a way to explain what just happened.

“Well, the good news is that I’m not pregnant,” is all that comes out, in sheer disbelief that you’ve chosen to make a joke at this moment. Luca only looks more concerned, more worried, more confused, so you shake your head this time, muttering an apology under your breath. “Uh… remember when I told you… my ex’s mom… she got really sick and we had to move to the UK because of it?”

“Yeah,” he answers, unsure of what this has to do with why you’re stuck to the bathroom floor.

“I-. Astrid, his sister, just called. She uh…” you trail off, because it feels like you can’t get the words out of your mouth – like if you say it out loud, it’d make it all the more real.

Your voice, this time much somber, croaks out the words, and you feel sick to your stomach again.

“She passed… last night,” you finally say again, a wave of nausea coming over you.

“Oh, my love,” Luca sighs empathetically, as his heart falls at the news. “I’m so sorry.”

But before he can say anything else, you’re folded over the toilet once more, caught up in a competition with your own body of which could be worse: dry heaving or vomiting. Instead of leaving, Luca takes a few steps towards you, sitting down next to you as he rubs soothing patterns across your back, as you work this out. What feels like forever, and simultaneously, barely a few seconds, your back is pressed against the wall as you try your best to get your heart rate back down.

The cold floor and the rigid wall that you’ve pressed your back against feels grounding, perhaps the only thing tethering you to this world. Luca sits with you quietly, but his presence can be felt in tonnes. It’s strong, steady, comforting, with care and love in every single touch and touch he sends your way.

After a few minutes of letting you stare at the wall blankly, Luca gets up, kneeling on his knees as he offers his hands to you.

“C’mon. Let’s get you some water and back into bed,” Luca suggests. “I’ll call Jesper and Mathilde. Let them know you’re not going in today.”

You nod, sliding both of your hands into his as he helps to your feet.

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“How are you doing, babe?” Luca asks you, as you wake up from your nap.

You’re grateful that he called in today, after the news, and called in for you as well. After your phone call with Astrid, not to mention hurling the entire contents of your stomach (and then some) into the toilet this morning, you’d crawled back into bed and fallen asleep. It hadn’t been great sleep – more so an avoidance mechanism than anything else, you realize – as you begin to come to.

“Jesper was just here. Came by to drop off food,” Luca adds, as you move onto your side so that you can face him. “They’re worried about you.”

“I’m not hungry,” is all you manage to say.

He nods, “For later maybe.”

He pauses, before repeating his question from earlier.

“How are you doing? What can I do?

You think it over, only slightly upset with yourself for being annoyed at his question. Of course he’s only trying to be helpful, only trying to care for you through this horrible thing. But it’s not like there’s anything he can do to take your pain away either, which, it’s silly you know, is what bothers you so much about his ask.

But as you look over at the man who wants nothing more than to love you, and you know he’s only trying to be helpful in an unwinnable situation.

You muster up your best smile, because you want to reassure him that you’re sort of-kind-of-okay, and you’d rather try than be a jerk right now.

“Come back to bed?” you ask him, your voice lifting at the end of the question. “I think I just want you to hold me.”

“Sounds like something that could be arranged,” Luca replies with a smile on his face, in an attempt to lighten up the mood a little.

As you lay on your side, Luca curls up behind you, engulfing you in his arms as he presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, tangling his legs with yours underneath the covers. And you’re right. It does make you feel better – being held by him – and you’re glad that you chose not to push him away.

After a few beats, and a thick silence between the two of you, Luca finally speaks again.

“Do you want to tell me about her?”

Do you?

You debate with yourself whether or not you want to, because on one hand you feel weird about it – asking Luca to listen to you talk about how much you loved your ex husband’s mother – and on the other, you’re afraid.

Afraid it’ll hurt too much.

Afraid it may break you open.

Eventually, the part of you that leans towards saying ‘yes’ wins, as you answer with:

“Yeah. I think that might be helpful.”

Luca nods behind you, before nuzzling his nose into the space between your neck and your shoulders. He leaves soft kisses against your skin that have no intention of being anything but a comforting gesture.

“Astrid said something on the phone earlier. That she loved me like one of them,” you start, your voice caught in your throat as you say it.

“And she did. She embraced me as her own… like…” you trail off, chuckling as you recall your favorite memories of Aiko Kimura.

“She was beyond upset to learn that I didn’t grow up pleating dumplings around the table when I was a kid, which was… I think maybe the first thing we ever cooked together. She pulled out all the stops. Made a huge thing of it and made Joe, Astrid, and Lina join us so that I could get the real family experience.”

“And every time after that… she always wanted to teach me something new, something I could learn, carry with me,” you continue, the memories so fond and the feeling so bittersweet.

“She was all about… slowing down, using the senses, no-recipe kind of stuff. I think it’s where I got so much of my heart from. In my food.”

You’re really not sure how you’re keeping it together, but, you decide, you might as well lean into the sweetness for now.

“I should do a dish. For her. At the restaurant,” you declare, coming to the conclusion as the words leave your lips.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Luca agrees, leaving another soft kiss along your shoulder.

“To honor her. You know?” you add.

Luca only hums in response, his arms wrapped around your frame holding you tighter against his chest.

You wait a beat.

Then another, your thoughts, moving a mile a minute from being plunged into grief from this devastating loss.

“I’m nervous – about going to London,” you confess, softly. You like to ask, usually, if it’s okay – if Luca wants to hear about these kinds of things – but it feels virtually unavoidable.

“I haven’t been back since Joe and I divorced… since I moved here. But I think I should. For the funeral.”

“Do you think it’ll be soon?” Luca asks, as you turn your head to look at him, checking that this is a conversation he’s willing to have.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I’m waiting for Astrid to tell me. But Lina’s, their youngest sister, has been studying abroad – Singapore – so… I don’t know.”

“I’m just nervous… about it all, I guess. A lot’s changed. I’ve… changed.”

At this point you’re just thinking out loud, no longer able to contain the stream of consciousness that flows from with an ease that makes you anxious.

Of course, you’ve changed. You have a new life here. You’re a you that you’ve never been before, having shed the layers of your past self like a snake shedding its skin. The realization is striking, while your ambivalence to return to your previous home in your new form feels more and more significant.

It’s Luca’s turn to be quiet as he thinks over whether or not the idea in his head is appropriate to suggest, figuring, the worst thing you can do is say ‘no.’

“I could go with you,” he offers, quiet, yet sure.

Oh.

“But if you don’t feel like it would be right… under the circumstances…” Luca continues, in fear of making things more complicated for you.

“No I-. What do you-, like… in what capacity?” you interject, hesitant about the question that you’re bringing up.

You’re not sure why it’s taken this long for either of you to articulate it, especially since you’ve already called him your boyfriend to your friends, to your mom, but the naming, the voicing of the sacred label is still something you haven’t done.

You don’t want to overcomplicate things, considering it already feels complicated, so what you’re really asking him is:

How would I introduce you?

“I was thinking… as your boyfriend,” Luca answers, slowly. “But if you think it’s too much – introducing me during this-.”

“No, I. Yes! I want to,” you’re quick to reply, reassuring him that you’re still all in, even in the midst of this loss – especially in the midst of this loss. You wiggle your body so that you’re now facing him, your chests pressed together, and you wonder if he can feel yours pounding away.

“Yes. I want you to come. I… I want to introduce you to them… to everyone, as my boyfriend.”

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Luca leans in to press a short kiss to your lips before nodding in agreement: “Okay.”

You wait a beat, almost as if you think he’ll take it back, considering the circumstances. Only, he doesn’t, so you have to ask.

“You would really do that?”

“Yeah,” he replies, simply.

“I mean.. It’s just going to be a lot. It’s… a fucking funeral,” you continue to list, giving him every ‘out’ that you can possibly think of. “And you’d have to meet Joe. Which I can only imagine will be incredibly uncomfortable considering the circumstances and I’m not even sure what to expect because Joe and I have barely talked in months and I-.”

You know you’re rambling, but you can’t help yourself.

“Luca, I don’t know if I can ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have to, my love. I offered,” he says, as one of his hands cradles your head, his eyes on yours.

“Plus, I don’t have to be with you the whole time. I know it’s going to be a tough trip for a lot of reasons. I could give you some space while we’re there too, so you don’t feel you have to entertain me. I’ll go see my mum, catch up with a friend….”

His reassurance seems to quell your nerves and you’re no longer panicking (as much) about introducing your people to your new boyfriend while grieving the loss of their matriarch. But you want him there. You so want him there. You want his support, and when he’s so willingly offering it to you, volunteering to enter the lion’s den with you, how can you say ‘no?’

“Why are you so good to me?” is all that comes out of your mouth.

“Because I-,” Luca begins, pausing as he carefully chooses his next few words. You watch as he debates with himself, his decision clear when he opens his mouth again to say:

“Because you deserve it, babe.”

It’s then and there that you wonder what he was going to say before, half expecting him to say, ‘because I love you.’

But he doesn’t, and in some ways, you’re glad that whatever internal decision he made, that it wasn’t that. It’s not that you don’t want him to, because you’ve been feeling it too. It’s in every pause before you hang up the phone with him. It’s in the moments that you say your goodbyes for the morning or the evening that you watch the impulse, though fleeting, flash through his eyes. It’s in the way that you feel it so deeply in your bones that it makes you ache in the best kinds of ways.

You don’t want your first ‘I love you’ to be tainted with the grief and sadness surrounding this moment, but it’s been on your mind ever since your trip to Skagen. You think maybe you dreamed it, hearing him call you the love of his life, but whether or not it was real, those three words have hung heavily between the two of you ever since.

“Thank you,” is all you say, before you repeat it again.

“Thank you.”

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Everything feels off. You can’t cry.

And you’ve tried.

But ever since Luca left to run an errand, to run to the store, you’ve felt off-kilter.

Perhaps it’s because you’ve had him to distract you this whole time.

Perhaps it’s because you’re trying to be strong for everyone: for Astrid, for Lina, who you’ve been texting with all day – trying to coordinate a time to FaceTime – for yourself.

Perhaps it’s because you haven’t called Joe yet.

But, you’ve decided, you really need to cry.

You pick up the phone, knowing exactly what you need to do, knowing exactly who you can let yourself completely fall apart with.

The phone rings a few times before the person on the other line picks up, and as soon as you hear the silence on the other line, waiting for you to speak first since you called first.

“Mom?”

And she can hear it in your voice as it breaks, concern and worry filling her every word and she asks:

“Oh sweetie. What happened?”

And finally, you can let go.

#chef luca #will poulter #luca the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #chef luca x reader #pastry chef luca #burn your life down

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princessconsuela120 · 10 months

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❀DAD BOD❀

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Summary: Durning a sweet moment between you and your husband, you tell Stan his dad bod will soon come in handy.

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff.

Author’s Note: I love him so much actually, I thought of this randomly, still in my baby fever phase. send in requests!

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DOMESTIC BLISS, as many would refer to the interaction taking place between you and your husband, Stan. It was very blissful in fact, the rain hammering on the windows by your bed, but you happily wrapped in your husbands arms, giggling at the tv screen in front of you.

You pulled out your phone to read the text notification that lit up the screen as Stan’s eyes were skillfully trained on the movie.

Kyle : Have you told him yet?

You smiled to yourself, looking over at your husband with nothing but love, before responding.

Y/n : not yet, but soon.

“Are you texting Kyle again?” Stan asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice as you nod. “Tell him you’re my wife not his. He can go find his own wife.” He teased, taking your phone away. You both chuckled as he held the phone above your head so you couldn’t reach.

“Oh come on, he’s both of our best friends. He just misses you so dearly.” You teased back, making Stan scoff.

“Then he should be texting me instead.” He grumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Kyle knew the same information that you did, and that he was simple waiting for you to spill before he texted his best friend again. You sighed, snuggling into Stan’s chest.

“We are seeing him soon.” You said, making him scoff.

“Exactly, so he can wait to see you.” He teased, kissing your head softly as you chuckled “Speaking of, you need to decide my outfit for today.”

“Oh come on now, can’t you decide?” You asked, hoping to stay in his arms as long as possible.

“We both know I can’t, now here, I’ll give you a nice little fashion show.”

He got up from the bed, careful to not have you tumble over the other side as he did, and he went to take his shirt off. You couldn’t help but admire him from where you were on the bed, now laying on you stomach as you looked at him with lovestruck eyes. The scuffs of black hair littering his chest, the thick stubble on his chin, which was overdue for a shave. His black locks that he had managed since you were kids. And his beautiful baby blue eyes that perfectly brought together his entire body. His dad bod, that you had to admit was one of your favorite things about him.

“Oh stop that would you?” He grumbled, making you raise an eyebrow at him, meeting his stern eyes in the mirror.

“Stop what? I’m not allowed to admire my handsome husband?” You argued, and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you through the mirror.

“No actually, I’m the one who admires you remember?”

“Oh, how dare I.” You say teasingly, getting up to come stand behind him, hugging him from behind.

“God, I look just like my dad.” He grumbled, holding his stomach.

“I love your little dad pooch.” You couldn’t help but hold the pudge on his stomach, it brought you so much joy. No matter how he thought he looked, Stan had to admit hearing the things you loved about him he couldn’t help but love too. Yet still, he scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “No really, maybe mine will match in a month or two.”

Stan rolled his eyes, thinking you were teasing him for his tummy. It took him a few minutes of looking down, and playing with your fingers that wrapped around him from behind, before he looked up to meet your eyes. His eyes were widened, and widened even more when he saw the smirk on your lips.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. You looked back at him, smiling. He pulled away, and you giggled as you sat back down on the bed. You could tell his head was racing a mile a minute, but the teasing was just too fun. Soon enough he smiled back, getting on bed in front of her, grabbing her hands.

“Do you mean that…” he stuttered, suddenly unable to form words. You smiled at him teasingly, his cheeks now a bright blush red.

“I don’t know Stan, what do I mean?”

He shook his head, trying to form words to shake out. He still was completely flustered, and his eyes wondered all over your body.

“Are, are you, are we.” He gulped, and you squeezed his hands. You looked him straight in the eyes, lifting his chin slightly so he would look back into yours, his baby blues holding so much love and worry, and joy all in one.

“Use your words Stanley.” You whispered, not being able to hold back the slightly tears that brined in your eyes when you saw a single tear drip down Stan’s face. You wipped it with a smile, and he took a deep breath.

“Are you pregnant.” He asked softly, practically whispering, unable to speak from the adrenaline he felt. You nodded, and his eyes lit up as his hands held your face.

“Oh wow, ohh…wow!” He practically jumped from the bed, smiling widely as a few more tears of joy dripped down his cheek. God he was such a baby. “I’m pregnant! Well, you’re pregnant, we’re pregnant?!” He shouted, and you stood up, coming to stand by him.

“Yes my love.” You said back, and he let out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, oh wow, I, wow.” He pulled you into a tight hug, running his fingers through your hair as he held you close. “I love you so much.” He whispered against your hair, pulling away to kiss you.

It was, domestic bliss entirely. It was lovely, and wonderful, and Stan was extremely giddy to be able to go to see his friends tonight, to tell them all the good news. Well, Kyle already knew, but Stan let that slide. He was just too damn happy. You two had attended a welcome home party for your best friend Kenny at Kyle’s house, and the entire night Stan’s arm didn’t leave your side. It was as if his hand was permanently glued to your stomach. He couldn’t wait to tell each and every person there about the new baby. It was actually quite adorable, and even though he would t shut up about it no one could say they were annoyed by it. Even Eric Cartman, who was reluctant to admit that he was excited to have a baby in the group to spoil.

#stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #post covid south park #post covid stan marsh #south park x reader

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thetriplets3 · 8 months

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can u do prompt 17(i think) from the needing comfort list — ‘you bought me chocolate/flowers’ — with matt plz !! its okay if not ! have a great dayy 🩵

haven't written in a while so hopefully this is good thank you for your request. send some more in

key to my heart

One thing I’ve always loved about Matt is how he will go lengths to make sure feel better and brighten up your darkest days.

Matt’s been by my side for a few years now, he’s the first person I want to tell anything to, a shoulder to cry on, and a comforting presence. When life gets hectic and things gets flipped over Matt is always the one to come and turn your world back around. I never know where I stand with Matt. He does things a boyfriend would do but we’ve never discussed our feeling with each other.

This week was exhausting to say the least. I’ve become the therapist amongst my friends, it’s a blessing and a curse to feel things so deeply. I give my undivided attention to anyone who needs an ear to listen to their problems and give my best advice but at the same time I absorb all their negative energy and I carry their problems. They pass the weight holding them down onto me, quickly slowing me down. That’s the downside to being the one who listens because no one thinks to listen to the listener. They don’t think how heavy it is for one person to hold all that.

I can’t take it anymore, I only have so much room to carry things and it’s filling up quickly. My space is full of others problems and there’s no room for my own thoughts or feeling. So that’s where I am now, curled up under the covers in the dark trying to feel something, anything but everyone’s problems. Turning my phone on do not disturb I see a few messages from Chris covering the ones from Matt.

chris 🍊

please answer us

helloooo??

i know you hate notifications so i know for a fact you’ve seen this

don’t ignore

at least message matt pls he’s worried

love you kid we’re here whatever it is

matt 🥤

y/n

what’s wrong why aren’t you answering any of us?

are you okay? i need to know you’re okay i’m worried

no one has heard or seen you in a few days

i know somethings up this isn’t like you

let me in let me help you

Flipping my phone face down so I don’t have to look at it, I let out a shaky breathe. The silence becomes too much all the stories and problems are all coming forth, shouting and talking over each other. Not knowing how to make it stop I let out a desperate sob wanting nothing more than for someone to listen to me like I do for them. Both mentally and physically exhausted I drifted off into a much needed nap.

My eyes squint open looking at my clock. Only a 40 minute nap. The dryness in my mouth makes me get up to go grab a drink from the kitchen, but not before wrapping a blanket around me.

Slowly and heavy lidded I trudge down the stairs, halting when my eyes meet the island. Flowers. No one’s ever given me flowers before. The thought of how they got in here escapes you, being drawn towards the yellow flowers, my favorite color. Attached to the bouquet is a little note in chicken scratch I could recognize anywhere.

My heart flutters as a pout replaces the empty look on my face. “My favorite” I gasp. A happy sigh leave my lips as I bring the bouquet to my nose to give them a sniff.

“I knew you’d love them” you voice full of love and softness.

“Matt! Holy shit you can’t do that to me” I pant with a hand over my chest.

“Sorry” you say sheepishly.

“You bought me flowers?” I ask softly.

“You told me tulips were your favorite and I thought yellow ones would make you even happier”

“That was 2 years ago I didn’t think you’d remember. I don’t think anyone would remember that” I scoff.

“When you care, you remember. If it’s important to you it’s worth remembering” You say. “You’re worth it”

Placing the flowers on the table I walk towards you. Sensing an impending hug you open your arms and pull me into your chest.

“I know you’re always there for everyone else to let their guard down but you need someone to be there for you. Stop putting up walls let me be that person. Let me in okay I love you and you don't have to feel alone” you say as your one hand rubs circles on my back and the other cradling my head to your chest, immediately bringing me comfort I didn't know I was missing.

“I know. I'll let you in might take a while. I love you Matty" I whisper into your neck.

"We'll work on it I'm here for you"

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#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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willsworldsstuff · 7 months

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Ripping your clothes off

Billy loomis and stu macher x female reader

You, Stu and Billy had been dating for a while, you still weren’t living together because you just hadn’t had the time to talk about that. You knew that they were both ghostface and you didn’t mind, in fact, you were kinda turned on by it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it to them, but they noticed how you looked at them and at their mask.

One day they texted you and told you to go to their house and to wear clothes that you didn’t mind getting ripped or smudged, you thought about what they were planning, maybe another killing, so you did as they said and put on a shirt and shorts, that you didn’t like.

You knocked on the door to their house and awaited anxiously as you hear footsteps approach the door, suddenly the door opens, you see stu, he has a grin on his face and opens the door a little more for you to come in, as you come in, he closes the door and locks it, stu says “you’re gonna love what we have planned for you, Y/N! It’s a scream!”. You smile as you kiss stu’s cheek and follow him to billy’s room, as you enter you see billy with the ghostface costume and mask, you knees start to shake a little, you then look at stu, he’s grinning, billy motions for you to approach him, you do so, billy them grabs you by waist and pulls you closer to him, you start blushing intensely, billy then removes his mask and kisses you passionately, he grabs you tightly by the waist and makes you lay on his bed, you look around and see that stu is putting on a ghostface costume as well, you start blushing again, billy says “what~? You can’t take two big masked men dominating you~~?”. You hide your face in your hands, stu quickly removes your hands from your face and stares at you, he has the mask on, but when he talks you can hear a smile on his face “awww come on~ dont get shy now~~~ We’re just getting started!”. Billy grabs a kinfe from his nightstand and tells you to lay down, you do as he tells you, billy then grabs the knife and starts ripping your clothes off of your body with his knife, you smile as you notice the seriousness in billy’s face while he’s doing this. Stu looks at you with an excited expression, he’s bouncing up and down while he sees your clothes getting sliced off of your body, billy sees you’re wearing his favourite lingerie, he kisses your thighs and says “good girl~ doing this for your two men~~”. You chuckle and smile, billy and stu put their masks back on and stu gets on top of you and starts grinding on you, you start blushing intensely.

[timeskip]

After you, billy and stu had sex you were laying in bed feeling completely destroyed, billy had taken off his mask and stu had taken off the costume completely, suddenly billy spoke “i think our little one deserves a little reward after being so good for us, dont ya think stu~?” Stu agrees “oh yeah, most certainly she does~”. Billy ordered stu to go down on you, as billy grabbed your phone and started to go through it “hey” billy spoke “who’s this guy in your dms you slut, hm? Who’s he?”. You felt extremely flustered as stu’s tongue was inside of you, “aahhh~~” you moaned out of pleasure, “he’s just a friend of a friend” you replied, quivering and shaking from the pleasure stu was giving you. Billy thought for a second “Hm. Then why was your conversation with him archived~? You’re not cheating are you~?”, you knew that billy wasn’t being serious, he knew you loved when he got jealous and was possessive, you replied “no~~ i just dont wanna get notifications from when he talks to me, he’s really childish”. Stu said “oh i get it! No one likes a childish man!” Stu chuckles, “SHUT UP STU DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?” Billy yells at him, knowing that stu has a degrading kink, “sorry!” stu replied as he kept going down on you, you started to feel like you were close to climax so you warned stu “s-stu~~ i-i-im so close~~~”. Stu smiles and makes eye contact with you as he keeps licking your privates, billy spoke “ah ah ah darling~ when you’re about to come, you tell me~ alright~~?” You replied “y-yeah~~”, after a while you can extremely hard and moaned extremely loudly.

a/n: decided to write this and give you guys a litlte treat since I haven’t posted fanfics in a while, doesn’t mean im completely back but i might be taking requests :)

#billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu x reader #ghostface

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kimberly-spirits13 · 1 year

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A Good Time to Call the Experts: Justice League Dark PT. 1

IT’S SERIES TIME AGAIN 🥳

Pairing: Batman x reader

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: Mentions of that mother jumping off the roof in the movie (not graphic), creepy shadow, mentions of the various crimes commited in the movie (running people over, killing the family, trying to yeet your baby from a building NOT IN DETAIL)

Summary: Growing up, you were experienced with magic and the forces beyond the mortal realm. You’d always been close to them, you and Bruce knowing exactly how far it goes beyond the known world. Despite there being a quietness for a long time, a magical force is disrupting the balance of peace again, meaning that you’d be disrupted again. Following a series of gruesome crimes around the world, and an encounter with a messenger acrobat from beyond, you and Bruce decide that it’s time to call in more of the experts.

The day that you came to the manor, back from the escapades that had taken you away from Gotham as a child, Bruce didn’t ask many questions as to what happened to you and where you went. He was more concerned that you were turned up with a bleeding forehead and some wild story about killing some leader. When Alfred had stitched up your wounds and given you tea to calm your nerves you had explained everything in detail.

You were taken by your parents who, apparently, were not really your parents but rather recruiters for a youth program specializing in training powerful girls. Your parents had sold you off to them for a sum of money before you were one years old and this couple took you as their own. A short time before Bruce’s parents were killed, they swept you off to some foreign pocket dimension, away from everything that you had ever known to be trained for the sole purpose of becoming an agent for the organization.

Eventually, when you were old enough, you finally had the advantage of being more powerful than the leaders there. You had taken your revenge on the leaders, killed them off, set free those that were captive to them, and escaped from the world you had been stuck in for so many years. When you had arrived to the mortal realm once again, the only place you knew you could go was back to Gotham.

When you woke up tangled in the bedsheets Bruce was already stirring from sleep. Usually when you woke up around this time of year rain sprinkled the windows of the manor. This morning was no different. As dim beams of sunlight seeped through the cracked curtains, you could feel Bruce move closer to you, if that was possible.

“G’morning” His voice was soft but still audible.

“Morning.” You laughed softly and ran your fingers through his hair.

Bruce grabbed at your sides and pulled you closer, laying his body on yours, crushing you for a few minutes. He found it amusing that you tried to hide the fact that you were laboring to breathe for the moment.

“B, you know that no-kill policy you’ve got?” You squeezed out.

“Mhm.”

“Well I think you’re about to break that.” Finally you pushed him off you just enough so that you weren’t struggling.

He let out a laugh and moved himself to be situated at your chest instead of covering your entire frame. There was a lasting silence and contentment between you two which lasted for what seemed like a long time. The only thing that interrupted it was a buzz notification that sounded from your phone. It read “League meeting at 10”.

“I’m pretty sure if we stay like this for much longer, the two of us are going to be very late.” You said looking over at your alarm clock.

It was only 8am, but considering that you two were not morning people, you needed to get moving.

“I’m pretty sure that we could just stay here for another hour. Can’t you just use some wavy finger magic and get us ready really fast?” He mused.

“Wavy finger magic?“ You raised a brow, “Here I thought you weren’t one to willingly use “wavy finger magic.””

“Only if it means another hour with you.” Bruce didn’t move off of you but instead laid there like a statue.

“Fairly positive that if we stayed in bed for another hour, Alfred would come in banging pots and pans together.” You sighed squirming under him.

That earned another chuckle from Bruce who eventually after some prodding, got up off you to start getting ready for the day. Bruce had gotten into the shower and you were busy washing your face when you noticed a strange shadow at the end of the bathroom. There was no light that would have caused the ill-placed shadow to appear there and you were sure that you had never seen one here before.

You stared at it, face wash still bubbling around your hairline from the contact it had with the water. The spray of water was loud enough in the other part of the bathroom that Bruce would never hear you muttering to it.

“Now I suppose you’re not a normal figment of the light are you?” You said rubbing the face wash out of your hair with a wet wash cloth. There was a slight shift in the shadow, “Well I hope you didn’t come here for a show this morning.”

You to raised your hand at it casting a light spell. The shadow ran itself wild convulsing and falling over itself on the marble floor. You saw the darkness drain from the spot that it was previously laid, knowing that the light you produced caused it to disintegrate. You wouldn’t mention the appearance of it to Bruce yet. It always put him in a bad mood when something was suspected to be amiss with magic. You also wanted to ignore the fact that it was in your bathroom for the time being.

When Bruce had finally gotten out of the shower you had already gotten yourself pulled together for the meeting. The only thing that the two of you needed was to pull on your suits and down a cup of coffee or two. The two of you headed downstairs where you were greeted by Alfred with the desired cups of coffee and a breakfast that made your mouth water.

“I don’t suppose that this meeting will last all day?” Alfred asked cordially.

“It’s not supposed to.” Bruce replied still scanning over the morning news, “We’re only going to review footage of the recent crime wave. Some of the Leaguers think the crimes are connected to each other.”

“Well I’d certainly hope it’s a quick fix.” Alfred looked at the two of you, “I’ve heard the family who has adopted the child from the other evening has been having a splendid time taking care of the child. It seems he will be alright.”

“That’s good news to hear.” You added, “The coroner is investigating the wellness of the woman before the incident. He thinks that there was possibly a mental disorder leading to the cause of the suicide.”

Bruce didn’t say anything, and instead continued staring at the news. You knew it wasn’t a good night for him. That night, you were working on the other side of the town because of the recent spark in crime. The two of you figured it would be better to spread out and cut down the area needing to be patrolled. When you got the call from him of what happened you rushed to his location to make sure everything was alright. Bruce didn’t let the baby go but to take off his cape to wrap the baby up. That time you were the only one allowed to hold the child. You knew he was thinking back to that night in the alley and his cause for possessiveness over the baby was because of his experience.

“I think it’s best that we get suited up.” He finally chimed in, “We should be leaving here in the next fifteen minutes or so.”

Bruce stood up and took your mug to the sink where he ran water in it and placed the cups into the dishwasher like Alfred had ingrained in him as a boy. With the look of satisfaction Alfred walked the two of you to the entrance of the cave, saying his goodbye.

You waited as the elevator stopped lowering and stepped out when the door opened. Bruce was beginning to start his brooding mood and you simply couldn’t have that so early in the morning.

“I heard Diana broke a sword against the training dummy during demonstrations yesterday.” You said throwing on your boots after getting dressed.

“Clark said she was more shocked than the interns watching.” Bruce responded.

“Well yeah, I’d think so considering that we’ve used those training dummies for so long without breaking weapons over them.” You chuckled, “She must have just used one with a metal deformity.”

The two of you finished getting ready and started for the Zeta tube in the cave. It was near the computers but far enough away that if there was an intruder, action could be taken to subdue them before they got too close. Bruce was sure of this when they were being installed. When the two of you beamed into the watch tower, there was a group of interns sitting around working on analytics together over coffee and tea. They looked surprised seeing the Batman and yourself walking in. It wasn’t that you two weren’t here often enough, there’s just always an aura of intimidation when you two walk in a room. That didn’t mean that they didn’t like you two though.

“Morning guys.” You said, “How’s it going?”

“Good, we’re just working on those stats for the energy of the tower.” The woman with glasses and long blonde hair chimed in, “I think most of the leaguers are here minus Flash.”

You nodded, “He’s always pushing it.”

You and Bruce walked into the meeting room where Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Hawkman, and Shazam were situated. Like the worker had said, Flash wasn’t yet there. You two took your seats and listened to the chatter for a moment. Clark and Diana greeted the two of you and Martian Manhunter floated near to run a data configuration over with you. Before the meeting was meant to start, Flash came zipping in with a smile and an excuse that his alarm didn’t go off in time. The punchline was that he wasn’t late.

“So, I’m sure that everyone has heard of the recent crime spike.” Diana started, “Every crime that has happened so far has been in a similar nature. This is the footage of the crimes.”

Everyone sat quietly looking over the videos. Images of a woman running over civilians with her car, a man being detained by the FBI after passing out, the woman from Gotham jumping to her death, and other similar videos were played. You glanced over at Bruce you then did the same for you. It was as if you were talking to each other with simple looks. He was telling you that there was definitely something going on but he was sure the League didn’t have the right answer. The chime of the computer sounded off as the video paused on the woman running over innocents with her car.

Superman stepped up out of the side of the projection, “These crimes were committed by law abiding citizens.”

Diana did the same as the screen faded to blue, “They all claimed to have seen nightmare visions before hand.”

Lantern chimed in from his seat, “Any idea of what’s causing it?”

Superman looked at him, “No idea.” This gained a sigh of annoyance from the Lantern.

“The one week I fill in for Jordan, and it couldn’t be some hairy ass monster?” Lantern looked down at the table earning a smirk from Flash.

“The same pattern is repeating around the world. So, there could be an overriding factor. Perhaps a paranormal element?” Diana pressed the control switch on the remote that displayed a world map with red dots representing the sites of the crimes.

“Are you talking about magic?” Bruce asked.

Diana turned to face you two, “We’ve come up against magic before Batman. Circe, Trigon Felix Foust. Y/N is the most powerful magic user we have here.”

“Even Shazam’s powers are based in magic.” Clark chimed in before looking at you, “With as much as you’ve seen, can you rule it out?”

You looked dead on at Clark, “The criminally insane don’t need magic as an excuse.” You stood up from your chair getting ready to leave, “I recommend spending more time on the streets instead of flying over them.”

With that, you started walking out of the room. You heard the squeaking of the chair Bruce was sitting in and the footsteps following, indicating that he was trailing closely behind. You heard Lantern say something as the doors were closing but didn’t spare a glance backwards. Instead, you started for the Zeta tubes again.

“I think we need to call Constantine. Zatanna would be a good addition too.” You said, “There’s dark magic at hand. The kind that the league isn’t familiar enough with. Even Diana would be dead weight on cases like this.”

Bruce looked over at you as you were explaining, “You’re sure these cases are related somehow with it?”

“Almost certain. There’s shadows lingering around the manor again. Sign that something’s amiss beyond the mortal plane. Besides, what massive group of strangers are all going to coordinate the exact same response to the crimes committed. It seems extremely telling of something beyond insanity.”

“You just didn’t want the League asking digging deeper into it.”

“Not at all.” You said as the two of you walked inside the Zeta tubes.

Maybe it wasn’t being entirely honest about the situation. With your experience though, you knew that this wasn’t something the league needed to handle.

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How It Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 6

Harry and Y/N spend the morning after the Grammys together, deal with the fallout from a drunken decision and Harry makes Y/N an offer she can't refuse.

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Taglist: @theekyliepage @sleutherclaw @b-reads-things @mxltifxnd0m @lovurryy (just reply or send an ask to be added)

Y/N woke up to her hotel bedroom strewn with the contents of her suitcase, a pounding headache and a slew of Instagram notifications. Beside her, Harry lay in her spare set of pink silk pyjamas. It was certainly quite a sight.

True to her word, there had been no funny business when they'd got back to the hotel, although it had admittedly been tempting. Instead, they had cracked into the minibar. And that had resulted in Harry trying on half of her clothes. Because, as Y/N had asserted, Harry was "due a leather wearing era". Embarassing, she thought now. Although he had looked unfairly good.

Then Harry had insisted they record evidence of the evening, and of how he looked in Y/N's clothes, something they were both maybe a little too excited about. Y/N propped her phone against the dressing table and found herself dragged into Harry's lap as the self-timer ticked down.

Harry had grabbed her phone before she could get to it and was halfway to posting it to her Instagram profile by the time she snatched it back.

She had vetoed the caption he'd written out: Popstars in Leather, Coming Soon to Theatres Near You. This was on the basis that a) it didn't make any sense b) it sounded like a bad porno and c) there was a very real possibility that their fans would actually believe that they were announcing a film and the fallout from that would've been such a headache that they probably would've had to actually make a film called Popstars in Leather.

The Y/Nfication of Harry Styles

Tagged: @/harrystyles

Comments:

@/user1 MY FAVES TOGWTHER AT LAST

@/user2 this is gonna inspire a new wave of bisexual crises

@/user3 im sorry is harry in her clothes, im not ok

@/user4 is this a relationship announcement or...

Y/N brought up Twitter, knowing that wpuld be the place to go to see what fans really thought. And sure enough both of their bames were trending. There were the inevitable accusations that one or other of them was too good for the other, or that one was leeching off the others fame, but mostly people's minds seemed to be breaking a little at the fact that they had finally shown evidence that the knew each other.

Y/N grinned to herself, she kind of loved messing with her fans, feeding them rumours that didnt quite make sense so that there was always something new for them to discuss, but they could never be sure enough of anything to make a solid guess about what was going on in her life. The chaos of it let her keep a bit of privacy, as she could hide the truth in plain sight.

She just hoped Harry felt similarly.

Now, Y/N chugged back some paracetomol and a pint of water, keen to stave of her hangover from developing further. She brushed her teeth, and started gathering her clothes from around the room, careful not to wake Harry.

Thankfully, she only had a few days worth of stuff with her, so it didn't take quite as long as it might have. Y/N found her last remaining set of clean clothes - she couldn't quite face the implications of putting on the clothes she had leant Harry last night - and hopped in the shower.

"Morning," Harry groaned when she returned. His face was still buried in Y/N's pillows. She planted a fresh glass of water and the same painkillers she'd taken half an hour before on the bedside table next to him.

"Morning handsome," she smirked. "I know we planned to go out for breakfast, but how does room service sound?" she said. "Not sure we would fair well moving very far after the amount we drank."

"Oh thank god," said Harry. "I don't think I'll be able to sit up at a table for a couple of hours." He gulped down half of his water.

Y/N tossed him the menu. He picked it up and studied it intensely.

"Pancakes, please," he said.

"Alrighty." Y/N picked up the phone and dialled the room service number. "Pancakes for two," she said. "Oh and coffee," she added. She turned to Harry. "You want coffee?"

"Please," he said gratefully.

"Yeah, and a massive pot of coffee, thanks. Just charge it to the room." Y/N hung up. She joined Harry back on the bed.

"Oh, I would've paid," Harry said with a frown. "You were kind enough to put me up for the night, after all."

"Don't be daft," Y/N laughed. "You might be a multi-millionaire, but so am I. This is hardly going to bankrupt me," she said. "You can pay next time," she added cheekily.

Harry chuckled. "I think I can manage that." He stretched. "Mind if I take a shower?"

Minutes later, he emerges from the shower damp and rosy cheeked.

"I've not thought this through at all," he said. " I don't have any new clothes to change into. This is gonna look like such a walk of shame, I can't leave the hotel wearing a feather boa, its the morning! Feather boas are a strictly nightime accessory." He scrubbed his hands over his face.

Y/N reached into her suitcase and plucked out the leather outfit of hers he'd worn in the photo last night. She chucked it at him.

"You're already all over Instagram in my clothes, you might as well lean into it, don'tcha think?"

Harry stared at the clothes for a moment, as if weighing up his options. "People will talk," he said.

"They're already talking," Y/N pointed out. She flashed him her Twitter feed. "It's totally your call. But I reckon this'd reduce walk of shame accusations by at least ten whole percent. At least in my clothes there is an argument that you're just borrowing cloth3s from a friend. Which ironically is exactly what would be happening."

"At least ten percent, hey? Hard to turn down an offer like that," Harry laughed. "And you're sure this isn't just an excuse to get me in your clothes again?"

"Can't it be both?" she said.

Flirting felt as easy as breathing with Harry. So much so that she sometimes worried she was laying it on a bit thick. Harry, though, gave as good as he got.

Y/N excused hersle fto the bathroom under the pretense of brushing her hair in order to allow Harry a little privacy to change.

She returned to him fussing with his hair in the mirror.

"You were right," he said when he spotted her. "I do look good in leather." He lets the implication hang in the air, and it's all Y/N can do to summon a good humoured grin onto her face and hope that the totaly brain malfunction he had just caused isn't entirely obvious.

Luckily, she is saved by a knock at the door and the call of "room service".

"Wait in the bathroom, yeah?" Y/N asks. "I know I just made you put on my clothes, but the last thing we actually need is visual confirmation that you stayed over. Hotel porters are notorious snitches."

"Fair point," Harry nods, doing as she'd asked.

It was just as well too, the person delivering their breakfast was, it turned out, a fan of hers and asked for a selfie together. Y/N agreed, on the promise that they wouldn't post it anywhere until after checkout time. The last thing they needed this morning was their location being leaked.

"Alright, you can come out now," she said once the person had gone.

"Thank God they hadn't checked their social media this morning, or that could've been a disaster.

Then he nodded.

"Like you said, they're already talking about us, right?"

"You can give these clothes back next time you see me," Y/N suggests with a fiendish smile.

"Well if I knew it meant I got to see you again, I would've agreed to wear your clothes much quicker."

They bypassed the perfectly good table and chairs and brought their breakfast to the bed, settling themselves against the headboard.

"I would've expected you to being having toast," said Harry plainly.

"Toast?"

"Yeah, because your album is called Morning Toast," he spelt out.

"Oh. Yeah I'm actually pretty much pro all breakfast foods to be honest. It's the best bit of the day," Y/N explained.

"How come?"

"Well you know how this life is, we're always moving from one place to another, sometimes you've got no idea where you'll end up by the end of the day, or when you'll next end up having a decent meal because you're so busy. But there's always breakfast, and I think its pretty easy to get a decent breakfast in most places."

"So breakfast is the one constant in life is that it?" asked Harry.

"Got it in one," Y/N grinned.

They continued to chat trivially as the ate their breakfast and sipped at their steaming mugs of coffee. Until, Y/N got a call from her assistant telling her they were due to leave for the airport in 45 mins.

"Ah shit," she said. "Alright, I'll be ready then." She hung up. "I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to kick you out so I can finish packing and get checked out," she said regretfully.

"That's ok," said Harry. "We probably shouldn't be seen leaving at the same time anyway. I'll let my driver know."

Y/N nodded, and rose to start gathering the last of her things.

"Driver's nearly here," Harry said a few minutes later.

"Ok," Y/N nodded. Harry put his suit from the night before in a suit bag Y/N offered him and slipped on his shoes.

"Guess this is goodbye for now then?" he said at the door.

"Yeah, for now," she replied.

Harry lingered in the doorway, then he leant down and kissed her on the cheek. As he pulled away, Y/N could've sworn that she caught his eyes dart to her lips, but neither of them did anything about it.

And with that, Harry turned away and walked to the lift.

She closed the door behind him and went back to packing. About two minutes later however, she received a text from Harry.

Harry: When can I see you again? ...to give back your clothes no other reason of course.

Y/N: of course, no other reason...

Harry: I wish I'd kissed you just now

Y/N: I wish you'd kissed me too. Next time

Harry: Yes, I promise. When?!

Harry: I don't really have a free moment for the next two months. There's week when I have nothing on, but my agent is threatening to book me in on a couple of talk shows.

Harry: I can't wait two months I'll go insane. When is that week off?

Y/N gave him the dates.

Harry: What if I booked you in that week?

Y/N: Harry we dont exactly get annual leave in this industry

Harry: No, what if I booked you in for work reasons!

Y/N: I feel like I'm getting deja vu...

Harry: its a different offer I swear! And you can say no, but it just sounded like you very much didnt want to go on those talk shows!

Harry: I'm filming a music video for Treat People With Kindness, and I'd love you to be in it.

Y/N: Shit I love that song. Ok, I'm listening.

Harry: Really! I was fully expecting you to shut me down again.

Y/N: Depends on the premise. It better be good.

Harry: It is, I promise. It's gonna be a fifties style concert hall thing, all shot in black and white. And the idea is that I'm performing and there's a person in the audience who is kind of a mirror image of me

Y/N: I see where you're going with this

Harry: And you would basically get to vibe around, drink some cocktails then we'd dance on stage together at the end

Harry: Not like swing dancing or anything, it's more a double act than anything else.

Y/N:... that does sound fun.

Y/N considered the offer.

Y/N: Have your people talk to my people, I want to see a storyboard before I commit to this. And!! I want to sign of on my outfits for this, I don't wanna look like a twat.

Harry: YES

Y/N: I can't believed you're inviting me to be in your music video just so you can kiss me. Thats crazy energy

Harry: Hey! You can't agree to it and then say I'm crazy, that's not fair.

Y/N: Technically I haven't said yes yet.

Harry: I'd say I'm at least pencilled in

Y/N: I'll allow that. Putting it in my diary now. "Provisional plan: Kiss Harry Styles."

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #musician!y/n #how it turned out

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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Hey, I just saw a Marauder stan claiming that James has changed because he apparently plans to make Snape the godfather of his second child. Like... what ?? Do you know where this is coming from ?

*laughs in day 3760 of dealing with Marauder stans’ fanon bullshit*

Aight, let’s get to work:

That claim is a completely unfounded fan-theory that makes no sense whatsoever. This theory/whateverweshouldcallit was presented as one of Jowling Kowling Rowling’s headcanons/unpublished ideas, but it did not originate with her.

There are so many things wrong with this fan theory, including the fact that:

Lily was not pregnant with a second child and even if she was I highly doubt that she and James would pick Snape as a godfather. Peter is right there [a) I’m not counting Sirius because he’s already Harry’s godfather so let’s assume they’ll want to pick someone else b) I’m not counting Remus because we were told that they suspected him at that time]

They didn't know that he already was on the good side at the time and probably haven't even seen him for years.

Even if they knew, James most definitely would not pick Severus as the godfather (no matter how much he supposedly changed), and hell, I don’t even think Sevy himself would want that. Jimothy and the leapfrog would probably pick Sirius again, or perhaps Peter, whom they trusted oh-so much? (😏)

As far as we know Sevy and the deadhead redhead never crossed paths once during the war. They were on opposite sides of the war and Lily got married to James. It’s more than likely they never crossed paths after graduation. Even when Severus had begun operating as a double-agent for Dumbles—which was before Lily died, mind you—the Order was completely unaware of it.

To even get remotely close to the sort of scenario, this would mean that:

— Severus and Lily would need to have rekindled their friendship.

— James and Sev would have needed to make peace with each other.

— Dumbledore would’ve had to reveal Severus’s position as a spy to the Order—whom he knew included a traitor (oh god.. Marauder stans bouta have a field day with this)—which was extremely risky.

^^ And I don’t doubt either of the first two points I listed above would have taken a much longer time than a year/year and a half. And besides, in between Sev switching sides and the Potters dying, James and Lily would access the privilege of seeing Severus only at Order meetings… which a) they did not b) wouldn’t have been enough time to get that close to someone to the point where you’d want them to be the godparent of your child. Plus, there’s a chance that James and Lily didn’t even attend any Order meetings whilst they were in hiding.

So yeah, not only is this very much not canon but it also ignores most of what’s established in it.

To expand this a bit more, you say this Marauder stan used this as proof of James’s apparent growing up? Well, let’s debunk that, shall we?

It isn’t canon. Boom. Argument completely debunked. It ain’t canon = don’t use it to defend your non-existent faves. <3 Piece of cake.

You can’t use “oh well it’s possible that James would have matured/matured” or “it’s possible he would’ve made peace with Snape,” those are mere what if’s. What if’s are not arguments. It’s ridiculous how this is such a simple thinking process but these arguments have been going on for such a long time. It appears the logic is unable to continue logicing in the Harry Potter fandom.

Story time:

I remember a year ago I dealt with this idiot on YouTube who used this exact argument. (I remember cause 1. holy shit time goes by fast 2. I got a notif for someone complimenting me for my responses 😌 3. around a month ago, I argued with someone in that same comment section.) And I of course corrected them and wrote most of the arguments I’ve written here. They got super pissed and kept on telling me “shut up you stupid Snape apologist,” “fuck you,” “James actually grew out of his bullying ways,” “most of what you said are lies and exaggerations about James (💀💀),” etc. I will legitimately NEVER get over the fact that that person actually said “I guess it’s one rule for Severus Snape and another rule for everyone else,” like sir… do you not know how ironic that is coming from a Snape anti? 😭😭

Anyway, I hope I answered your question, anon! Have a nice day.

#anti james potter #anti lily evans #kinda #this is mostly anti james but sure why not #anti lily potter #anti lily evans potter #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #anti snaters #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (feel free to ignore this if it isn’t your vibe!)

hey tober!!

the texture of mucus is like an instant-vomit button for me

i once got out of a ticket for a) running a stop sign and b) making a u-turn on a high way in the same incident because my mother happened to drive past and she went WHAT DID YOU DO??? so he knew i was going to get chewed out anyway

i rarely, if ever, drink plain water

anyone who sees this can reblog with facts about themselves. i want to see it.

#asks

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The Pizza Game (Chp 3)

Chapter 3: Better to Have Loved and Lost or To Have Never Loved at All?

Chapter 1 | <Chapter 2 | X | Chapter 4>

Ao3 link

Summary: Little Casey Jr's birthday is coming up and Donnie needs to know what he wants. And an important decision is made. Words: 2918

Donatello walked into the training room, where his blue wearing brother and adoptive nephew were training.

Little Casey Jones was only 4, about to be 5, and had been with them for two years now. His mother (who refused to go by Cassandra, instead going by Big Casey) insisted he begin his “Warrior Training”. Said training mostly consisted of learning how to run and dodge and hide, and some basic self-dense moves. He could learn more complicated self defense once he was a little older.

Donnie was a little surprised to find both of his other brothers in the room as well. They must have gotten back from their supply run early. He could ask them how it went later. The fact that he didn’t get a notification from the security system was a little puzzling. He added Check Security Alert System to his list of tasks. For the moment he had other priorities.

“Casey Jones,” Donnie addressed the young boy.

“Hi Unca Dontello!” Casey chirped from where he was stretching to reach his toes.

“What brings you here, Uncle Dontello?” Leo smirked off to the side at the mispronounced name. Donnie maturely ignored him.

“Casey Jones, your birthday is in two weeks, and I wanted to know if you had any preferences for a present.”

Raph and Mikey both went wide eyed, Mikey whispering “oh CRUD, is that next week already?”

“A present? I get a present for my birfday?” Little Casey asked, brow furrowed as he attempted a sit-up with out his feet coming off the floor. Donnie saw Leo gently place his own foot over Casey’s to help keep him steady.

“Of course you do! Presents have been traditionally given for birthdays, as well as other occasions and holidays for a long time.”

They hadn’t been able to celebrate his birthday the previous year due to dealing with an attack on one of their supply bases a couple of weeks before hand, and then forgot about the day until it had already passed. But Casey was little and had no idea that anything was amiss about it. Donnie was determined that the same thing would not happen again this year.

“WOAH,” Casey wonder filling his eyes.

“Well bud, what would you like for your birthday?” Leo asked again, smiling at the young boy.

“Hmmm,” Casey hummed, hand on his chin in a way that Donnie recognized as something Leo and Raph did often. “I dunno, what do others want for birthdays?” Casey asked after a moment of contemplation, looking to his uncles, stretches forgotten.

“Pretty much anything!” Mikey said excitedly.

“Traditional gifts most often given to young children are: Toys such as action figures or dolls-“ Donnie began to list.

“I got a lot of plushies for my birthdays!” Raph added.

“-or stuffed animals.” Donnie amended. “As well as games, movies, recreational modes of transportation like bicycles or skateboards.” Casey nodded along, although Donnie knew he likely had no idea what he was talking about. There weren’t much of those things in the apocalypse. “Tool sets, power tools, and scientific equipment are also possible gifts,” Donnie finished.

“Pretty sure you were the only kid asking for the stuff Donald,” Mikey huffed a laugh.

“Just because I’m the only one smart enough to ask for them does not make them bad gifts” he defended.

“It can also be other things like a trip to somewhere or just something special you want to do.” Leo added. Donnie could remember when they had been little and Leo had asked to go topside as a birthday present. Papa had vetoed that idea, but the brothers had decided they would give him it as a present anyway, and snuck out. They got lost of course, but it was also when they met April, so Donnie considered that a pretty good present to all of them.

“A trip? Like to Jersey?” Casey asked, head tilted in thought. Donnie and his brothers had equally disgusted faces.

“No. Well, technically yes, that could qualify. But you don’t want to go to Jersey, Trust Me.” Raph said, and the other three turtles nodded in agreement. They did occasionally have to make supply runs there, which was likely where Casey had heard about it, but as true New Yorkers, Jersey was tainted land.

“More like if you wanted to go Visit the Hidden city! Or uh..” Leo trailed off. Donnie understood his struggle. There weren’t a lot of places left to go to that would be fun to visit. Mikey bailed the slider out.

“Your present could also be something like a special treat! I used to ask for my Dad’s Special Ramen! It can be something that you don’t get to eat very often, or to eat a bunch of it, like a pizza or ice cream party!”

“Aww Mikey! You mentioned pizza!” Donnie groaned along with his brothers.

“Oh jeez! I wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“What’s pizza?”

Four heads snapped to the child sitting across from them. “What?”

“What’s pizza? Issit a bad thing?” At the wide eyed stares, Casey looked down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of his shirt and finished with a stutter “I- I mean, you guys say it sometimes, but but you get uh um mad? When you do? So issit a bad thing?”

Donnie shouldn’t be surprised. They hadn’t been able to eat any pizza in something like seven years, while also (trying and failing to) never speaking of it. It made perfect sense that Casey wouldn’t know what it was. It still short circuited something in Donnie’s head.

He was trying to figure out how to explain the concept of cheese to the boy when he realized something.

“No no Casey, its not a bad thing,” Leo knelt in front of the boy. “it’s uh-“

Donnie smacked his hand into Leo’s face.

“FAMILY MEETING RIGHT NOW.” Donnie declared, grabbing Leo’s mask tails with the hand he had just smacked him with, and robotic arms extended from his shell and began pushing the other two out the door.

“W-what? Don?” Leo stuttered as Donnie pulled him along. “Uuuhh, be right back little man! Finish you’re stretches, then do Brown Wall, Grey Wall two times, and then uuh meditate on what you want for your present!” Leo yelled back at him before disappearing out the door.

“Yes Sensei!” Casey saluted as the door shut.

“Okay Don. What’s this all about?” Raph asked once they were in the hall.

“Is it better to have Loved and Lost or to have Never Loved At All?” Donnie asked.

“What.” Leo deadpanned.

“Explain what you mean Don,” Mikey said.

“Casey has never had pizza. Who knows when or if he will get the chance to try it.” Donnie paced as he began to rant. “WE have had pizza, and the loss is so great we don’t even talk about it anymore! So should we tell him about the most wonderful substance in the world and have him be sad he’s never had it, or do we not tell him and let him live in blissful ignorance of what he’s missing out on, but then will also never know about the 6th greatest thing to ever exist?” Donnie finished.

“Oh.” Raph breathed.

“Oooooh.” Mikey said in dawning horror, grabbing his own face.

“Wait, pizza is only the 6th greatest?” Leo asked.

“Really Leo, THAT’S what you’re focused on?” Raph huffed.

“Yes, 6th, beat out by such things as: Newton’s Laws of Physics, Galileo’s discoveries, and My Own Mystic Tech, to name a few” Donnie listed. Also on that list was Donnie’s family. But his Emotionally Unavailable Self certainly wasn’t going to admit that to their faces.

“Uh huh, sure” Leo said.

“You guys done?” Mikey didn’t wait for an answer, “So what are we going to tell Casey?”

“It feels weird not to tell him. I wish we could let him eat some. Hey!” Raph gasped “What if we could try to make a pizza for him as a present!”

“I like the idea Raph, but we don’t have any of the ingredients or even any good substitutes. And that still leaves us with the problem of Casey then mourning the loss of pizza as well.” Mikey patted the biggest brother’s arm as his shoulders slumped.

There was just no optimal solution. Well… the Optimal course of events would be to have never ended up in an apocalypse, to live where pizza was still around and the entire concept of having to Explain What Pizza is, would be ridiculous.

Donnie and his brothers stood in the hall and contemplated what to do. Don’t tell him? Tell him and try to explain the blissfulness of pizza? (Could he even remember it well enough to describe the taste?)

“Okay okay, How about this?” Donnie turned to Leo whose face was tight in thought as he spoke. “Once we defeat those overcooked beetroots, and we, ya know, fix this whole situation,” he twirled a hand through the air. “Get Life back into the world, and get all the ingredients we need, we’ll throw Casey the Biggest Pizza Party ever, huh?”

“Not bad,” Donnie hummed while Raph and Mikey’s faces brightened at the idea. “However that will mean that we can’t talk about pizza anymore.”

“Well, I mean we’ve already been doing that with The Pizza Game” Leo smirked.

“Scoff. And how WELL have we accomplished that task? Have any of us gone more than 6 months without thinking of pizza?” three sets of eyes refused to look at Donnie. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. To further prove my point, Casey just told us that he’s heard the word pizza multiple times. If we want to truly keep him ignorant of its existence, we can’t keep talking about it or he will just ask someone else.”

Donnie looked at his brothers and saw their serious and determined faces.

“We can do it,” Raph stated, straightening to his full height with conviction, “We can keep the pizza mentions to the minimum and not talk about it in front of little Casey. I believe in us!”

Raph stuck his hand in the middle of their little huddle. Donnie and his other two brothers added their hands.

“Mad dogz!” Raph cheered.

“MAD DOGZ!” They echoed back.

That left just one more problem.

“Great plan Fam,” Donnie said, “but we still don’t know what we’re going to say to answer Casey’s question of “what is pizza?””

“Ah crap.” Leo sighed.

“Language”. Raph rumbled reflexively.

“Hermano, I am 27-“

“28” Donnie corrected.

“-28 (whatever, time is fake), years old” Leo continued, “I think I’m allowed to say the word Crap.” Leo tried to throw an arm around his Big Brother’s shoulders, but the height difference made it look more like Leo was draping himself against Raph’s side. Donnie tried not to snicker at the sight.

“Not in front of the kid though!” Raph whisper shouted and gestured at the door to the training room where Casey was likely done with his stretches. The movement knocked Leo from his leaning position.

“Relaaaax, he can’t hear us!” Leo drawled as he kept himself from falling over.

“Speaking of Casey” said Donnie loudly. His dumdum brothers still can’t focus on a subject for very long. Internal sigh. He continued, “We are getting off track. WHAT are we going to tell Casey?”

“I don’t know, can’t we just tell him that it’s something that’s not around anymore, and to not worry about it? It’s not even a lie” Mikey suggested.

“You think he’d accept that as an answer?” Raph asked.

“Raph he’s barely 5. He’ll believe anything we tell him.” Leo said. Donie had to admit, young children were easy to deceive, especially when they were his primary source of education.

“We’ll have to let Big Casey and April know the plan.” Donnie said while he looked at the base schedule on his wrist gauntlet to see where they were at and/or would be at the base soon.

“Do you think Big Casey will be okay with us making this decision?” Mikey asked.

“Eh if she disapproves, she can always go ahead and tell him. But I doubt she will, since she comes to us for advice half the time anyway.” Leo shrugged.

You know it’s the end of the world when you go to bachelor turtles for parenting advice, Donnie thought to himself.

“I have patrol with her for the next week, so I can double check it with her then,” Raph supplied.

“Great! Let’s get back in there before he starts trying to climb the walls.”

They walked back into the training room, where Casey quickly got back into a meditating pose from where he had obviously been looking at the various practice weapons and training gear (in view but out of reach of the 5 year old). They all nicely pretended not to notice.

“Okay Casey Jones, we’re back”

Little Casey excitedly opened his eyes and bounced to his feet.

“I know what I want for a present, Sensei!”

“Oh yeah? Decided already?” Leo asked, ruffling his hair.

“Mmhm!!” Casey nodded his head so quickly Donnie was worried he’d get whiplash. “I wanna stick like Mom’s!” Little Casey pointed to where Big Casey’s spare Hockey stick was hanging on the wall.

Not a bad choice. Donnie could work with this.

“A hockey stick, not bad, young Casey Jones. Any special requests for amenities? Hidden sword? Lasers? Blow Dart Gun? Retractable Chainsaw?”

“Don,” Leo said through gritted teeth, smile plastered on his face for Casey’s sake. “You will not give a five year old a chainsaw.”

“I would Never!” Donnie lied. Leo’s eye twitched.

Casey giggled at his uncles.

“Okay!” Leo said with false cheer. “Me and Casey still have some exercises to go through, so visiting time is over. You all can see him later!” He said as he began to push his brothers out of the room.

“What?! Us too?” Raph and Mikey complained. Donnie knew either of his brothers could have held their ground, yet they let themselves be pushed out. Dum dums. Donnie allowed himself to be pushed out because he had the information he needed and a list of duties to get to.

“Yes you too! I know you guys still need to finish the inventory reports on the supply run you just got back from” Ah so that was why they let themselves be pushed out. Although, not without complaint.

“Booo” Mikey complained and stuck his tongue out at Leo. Casey broke into a fit of giggles.

“Okay see you guys later!” Leo chirped before he leaned in and poked at Donnie’s chest, “No chainsaws or lasers!”

“Bye Unca Raphyell! Bye Unca Mikyjello! Bye Unca Dontello!” Casey called from behind Leo.

“See ya later, Casey!” Mikey called back.

“Goodbye Young Casey Jones” Donnie responded while already beginning plans for the gift.

“Bye Little Man! We’ll visit you later when you’re done training!” Raph waved.

“Bye!” Leo sang as he shut the door on them.

“He just wants ta hog Casey all to himself!” Raph muttered as they began to walk down the hall.

“Hey Don, you gonna get him the hockey stick?”

“Affirmative.” He was already creating blue prints. Can’t have the stick be too tall or heavy for him to handle, but should be big enough for him to use for a couple years before getting a new one to match his new height.

“You’re not actually gonna give him a chainsaw attachment, are you?” Raph squinted at him.

“Of course not.” Donnie said. “That will be the gift for his 8th birthday.”

“Donnie!”

“Man, I don’t know what to get him!” Mikey complained, floating up to drape himself over Raph’s shell.

“I already got him a gift,” Raph said proudly. Donnie shouldn’t have been surprised. Raph being the Big Brother and softy that he was made him prepare for birthdays and other such things.

“Whatchya get him?” Mikey asked, leaning over his brother’s head to look at him upside down.

“That’s a surprise” Raph smirked.

“Aww come on Raphie! I need ideas!”

“I want to surprise him and, no offense, but both of you can’t keep a secret and are terrible liars.”

“I take much offense to that!” Mikey gasped.

“OFFENDED GASP… But it is true.” Donnie admitted.

“HEY. Maybe I can find him some new bedtime stories.”

“Why bedtime stories?”

“Because have you HEARD the stories Big Casey tells him?! Just last week she was telling him about how the krang came through the portal! As a BED TIME STORY! Who does that?!”

“That… does not surprise me.”

“Okay Raph you know what we’re getting him, now tell us what you’re present is!” Mikey asked once again leaning into his face.

“Not tellin’. You’ll just have to wait two weeks to find out what Raph got him.” Raph said with a smug grin.

One week later Donatello was forced by Raphael to make two promises: 1) to give Casey his gift for him and 2) To make sure that Casey got the Pizza Party after the war was over.

It was the last thing Donatello heard from his big brother before the Krang dropped a building on Raphael and Cassandra Jones.

A week later Donatello hugged a sobbing Casey Jones as he fulfilled the first promise.

Sitting next to a hockey mask was a patchwork stuffed animal shaped like a turtle. It was each color of the rainbow, but was mostly red.

This is where the angst begins. Hold onto your seats. It does have a happy (bittersweet?) ending.

(if it makes you feel any better, in another timeline April Drops a building on the Sister Krang as poetic justice)

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auntieclimactic · 2 years

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Just got the email notification from Ao3 about Apostate! I've deduced that at least one of them is/was Mormon but is there anything else I should know about this show I've never heard of going in?

First of all, I am HONORED that you would read a fic o' mine without having seen the miniseries it's based off of. You are a true gem of a human being.

Secondly, here's what you need to know going in:

Jeb Pyre (Main Character A) - Detective. A good ol' Mormon boy. Probably born and bred in Utah. He has a wife (Becca) and twin daughters (Annie and Caroline), who are 8 during the period of the show. Eight is the year a Mormon is baptized.

Bill Taba (Main Character B) - Another detective. Jeb's partner (professional). Bill is Not A Mormon. In fact, Bill is Native American - Shivwits band of the Southern Paiute to be specific. That makes him not only an outsider but a Laminate in the eyes of the LDS. Laminates, according to the Book of Mormon, are one of two ancient people descended from Israelites who settled in America. Laminates did not believe in the gospel of Jesus Christ, and--as punishment--their skin was turned dark. Native Americans are the descendants of Laminates. (This is also known as racism.)

Basic Plot You Need To Know:

American Fork is a large but sleepy town of 13,000 in the 1980s. The majority of people who live in this town are Mormons. In 1984, Ron and Dan Lafferty broke into their brother Alan's house and killed his wife Brenda and her baby Erica. This is all true and horrible and there's an excellent book about it upon which the show is based.

The Laffertys were a prestigious Mormon family in the area. Everyone knew them, so the fact that they straight-up murdered a woman and her baby “because God told them to” was A Huge Deal.

Jeb and Bill are fictional characters invented for the miniseries. They investigate the murder, and Jeb learns more about the bloody history of the LDS religion and how it nurtures Mormon extremists. As a result, Jeb starts questioning the faith he was brought up in. Cue religious trauma. It's great.

As Jeb starts to question everything in his life, Bill is literally the only person he can talk to. Becca, Jeb's wife (who is honestly kinda a badass and would crush it outside an institution limits the role a woman can play in the home and in society), lovingly tells Jeb she cannot listen to his struggles and the others in his LDS community undermine him at every turn. Jeb and Bill have some of the most poignant talks on the show, and it RUINED ME.

The show ends with Jeb deciding he can go through the motions of his religion to keep his family together and, thanks to Bill, finding the miraculous in the everyday. It was actually an incredibly moving ending for an incredibly moving show.

Cut to my fic! I basically wanted to dig into what happens after the credits. How long can someone give lip service to an institution they have come to resent? Where can Jeb turn after he leaves his whole world behind? My fic, Apostate, is the aftermath of everything Jeb experienced.

Again, thanks for being willing to go into my fic blind.

Godspeed and happy reading!

#under the banner of heaven #auntie c's fic #Romeo and Juliet in 1980s Utah

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krockat · 8 months

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hi i was randomly reading tags late at night on videos, and i saw yours you added onto https:// www dot tumblr dot com/krockat / 726501511214022656 a while back asking for the source of the music and not sure if you ever figured it out so apologies if you did, but its part of the ost from the anime black butler, not a game! but if someone did use it in a game i hope you find it too!

ouffh..... anon........

see... in that post in those very tags you speak of.. . I.. i did promise i would give plenty praise and love to those who would help solve my mystery.....

and you did nothing wrong anon.

you are a beacon of light, a shining example of a person just randomly going out of their way to be a nice little light-shedder-on-er-er, while prev just doing some'n simple n pleasurable (as pleasurable as the mixed crockpot of reading random strangers tags Can be) for themself.

but.. lemme tell you.... this is rough news.

to have a rare glance of something so similar to this great (i mean no, the quality of said game itself might be questionable, but a great soundtrack and alternative Weirdness and nostalgia of a seemingly never discussed old playstation game relic of my memory lossy past - it is despite it all quite great a) mystery -

it was so hopeful and enticing!

and then i learned.. and then i learned.. it was actually from my number one enemy-anime Black Butler!!

you see, black butler and I have history.

apart from it being a creepy show where two adult demons thirst for a child boy (that for some further context also had an unfairly banger ost that deep inspired my youth), it was, infact, and here comes an actual Real trigger warning for the content ahead:

warning you, here it comes! the tags will have what specific triggers this is about.

a tool used in grooming me.

so, while i really am grateful for your kind message and explanation - to find that this music that was so similar to what i remember from the soundtrack of the game - was actually from that show? Oh real unfortunate. just realllll unfortunate.

lemme tell ya when i woke up to read i got a notif w the beginning premise that someone had figured out this mystery song - meaning also maybe the coveted mystery game?

even barely awake and conscious as i was, and just really there initially wanting to check what time it was, because my alarm certainly hadn't called yet and the darkness seeping from my curtained window spoke of other promises -

and when then i ofc immediately opened that shit up and was left face to face with the reality of KROCKAT ENEMY-ANIME NUMBER ONE - ?

oh i knew it was gonna be a special kind of day.

so, sorry for no earlier reply but i was put into a certain state of reflection these last couple days.

and it's been interesting, actually

which might sound a tad bit morbid to those inclined,

but well you know us Aquarius Suns(TM) Hahoo - who often find morbid and sad stuff fun and entertaining to think about and toss and turn around like an old sausage in a corporate bodega hot revolver grill. just a lil interest in that

it actually got me to get into a creatory headspace. thinking about all that shit.

so yea pretty good now, but the first hour of gripping w that? yeah. idk how or that i would or could or would want to explain perhaps why or how or in what way that little fact did affect me.

but. you've still done me a great service. and i intend to make good on that reward i did promise whoever would solve my inquiry.

thank you you kind little folk! very very nice of you to come in to my ask and give me answers! you seem like a nice type.

...

but yes a post this long and involved (?) does got to have an end, and one useful trick to end things you don't know how to end is to put music at the end of whatever it is.

now, Best ending would be to have the music of the Actual game's ost i was talking about. but i still don't know what the game is.

Worst ending is probably just that bl*ck b*tler song that baited me (yes i am now "blurring" it out as this is the end part of the post that's meant to end as a reprieve)

and not to say that would necessarily be a bad way to end the post. hells, it might be the interesting (♒🌞) way to conclude this post.

but i think i will just leave you with this.

(sorry that it is a link to spotify. and that it is a from a corporate-y compilation album. and w songs i haven't vetted. i had no choice in what release it was. do you still like me)

(here also comes a youtube link. )

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Black and white picture of Swedish jazz singer Monica Zetterlund - on a youtube thumbnail and link to a video upload of her singing the song "Att angöra en brygga".

end image ID.]

#tw grooming mention #tw csa mention #krockat answers anons #anti black butler #krockat krockar #idk how to tag black butler so ppl can block that tag - but not have fans of it have it in their tags n open myself up to shit from em.#also i rly don't know what my anon tags or asks tags are lol. i don't remember.#also haha to be clear with the astrology joke #- i like to use astrology as a for-fun personality test and sometimes day-to-day vibe advice for my own self. i am fine about it #and no i don't just laugh or schadenfreude at people's whatever else misery - more like that its often a stimulating topic and interests me #to talk w ppl about their shit. and of plenty at/w myself and my imagined blorgbos or whatever.#<writing that cause i know it's the internet and ppl like knife-at-throat-ing ppl when its a sport to assume the worst.#also to be clear - that video visually is just that still image. not of her performing the song. was unsure how or if i should word that in #the image ID. seemed too much.#oh shit now that i have written an image ID after already writing all these tags on mobile - damn it.#image described #also i am tired of this post and having it actually be any good now (which i dont think it is at this point) but idc.#better to just post the beast than not at this point. right #man these tags are too serious overall than what i did w the post. like I said. ♒🌞so to me it's fine to be silly w it #also the song I chose just cause it has a whimsy while also being very vibey and dreamy and jazzy. and there's inherent silly w its namesak #and also more specifically and esp because it's one of the main songs I've been listening to lately. so it's just a glampse into my state #i would explain the lyrics (them being in swedish and all) at a request. otherwise this posts just too long and idc :D #att angöra en brygga #monica zetterlund #my music tastes #long post #also yea i didn't give anon the full promised compliment hoard or wtvr tf I said in those og tags - but i just wasn't feeling it!#you gotta match the vibe of who you're talking to - right. what point is there to just ham it and no one wants to have ham at the table.

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sebystann · 2 years

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Naïve

Summary: Bucky' needs to grow a pair and stop fooling with Y/n's feelings.

Pairing: AU College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: Tiny mention of sex (but not really)

Note: Sad excuse for writing :) Enjoy my lovely piece of trashy work :D

It was like he was embarrassed by being seen with her, only having time for her after dark.

"Shit, where is your fucking shirt?" Bucky groans, looking around his dorm room. He threw his stuff around, trying to help find y/n's old worn out Garfield t-shirt.

"Steve is going to be back any minute." He shot daggers over at y/n, who had sat down with a loud sigh of defeat. "Get up!" He stumbled over his feet.

"Just give me one of your shirts." She gestured to his freshly washed and folded shirts.

"Fuck it!" He grabbed a shirt from the folded pile and threw it at her. "Here."

She took the shirt and slipped it on over her bare breasts. Her nipples peeked through the fabric from how chilly the room had been.

"I don't see why I can't just stay and meet your friends?" She questioned him.

"I've told you y/n I haven't told Steve and Sam about us." He says, taking a set beside her pulling her in close to place a kiss on her swollen lips.

She pushed at his chest, mumbling against his lips. "I just find it funny." She slid out his arms to stand. "That you haven't told them about us. I mean, are you embarrassed by me?" She asked.

"Y/n you know that's not true." He says, standing up to pulling her close to him. "I promise I'll tell them soon."

"Okay." She nodded, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

"Oh, by the way, don't wear that out. I'll come by and pick it up sometime this week." He smiled, kissing her cheek. Bucky's phone chimed with a notification. "Shit, they're here. You gotta go!" He pushed her towards the door of his dorm.

"Oh- uh- bye." She stuttered as he yelled a bye slamming the door in her face.

It always started the same. Bucky would text Y/n at midnight after having a few drinks at some party he had been talking about earlier that week. It'll begin as normal he'd asked her how her night was going. And then he'd tell her how much he'd miss her.

"I fucking miss you."

Y/n rolled her eyes. She tried not to let her naïve mind get the best of her. He didn't miss her. No, he couldn't even tell his friends they were together. He was embarrassed by their relationship. She knew this for a fact.

"Sure you do, Buck... go to bed." She replied. She watched as the three dots that indicated that he was responding appeared.

"No, I'm dead serious y/n."

"I miss you."

"I miss your lips.."

"The way your hair smells like peach mangoes."

"God, I fucking like the way your hair smells."

"Makes my dick so hard."

She rolled her eyes, but she responded like the naïve girl she was.

"I miss you too."

...

Those three dots appear as he starts to respond to her text.

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, Wanda is with her boyfriend tonight, so."

And just like that, Bucky was ball deep in her cunt. It always ended up like this. For the last six months, they had been screwing around in secret. But if it were up to y/n, she would have been open about how she felt about Bucky publicly. But for Bucky, it was different. He didn't want to go public. He would always tell her it just made things more complicated. Which he was being honest about, but honestly, the reason it made things difficult was y/n just didn't fit in with his group of friends.

When he had mentioned her a few months back to Steve and Sam, they had choked on their beer from laughing so hard.

"Dude, you have got to be kidding, right?" Steve asked, raising his brow.

"Yeah, man, she's so dull. Imagine her in bed. Shits probably boring." Sam butted in, elbowing Bucking in the ribs playfully.

"Yeah, I'm joking." He laughed nervously. "Could never fuck with y/n."

Steve and Sam had been so wrong about her. Especially about the sex part. Y/n was a literal goddess in bed. She knew how to make him tick. Her personality was even better than her bed skills, but Bucky couldn't see himself publicly dating her. He knew it was selfish and wrong, but what would the guys think of him?

"Shit- shit, I'm about to cum." Bucky groans into y/n's ear as his thrusts get harder. Y/n moans gripping onto Bucky's shoulders as he comes undone above her. She loved that his eyes would roll to the back of his head and the way his arms would tremble. The way he would groan when he finally released inside of the condom, now that was a sight she could never get tired of seeing.

"God, you're so damn beautiful," Bucky whispers, kissing her lips. He slowly rolls himself off of her. "You need some tissue?" He asked her grabbing a few to clean himself off.

"Yeah, thanks."

It was silent as they cleaned themselves off. It wasn't awkward, but the silence was heavy. There were unuttered words that the two wanted to say but couldn't seem to find a way to say them.

"I better get back to my dorm." Bucky sighs, grabbing his clothes.

Y/n glances up at him, her bare chest the only part of her that wasn't covered by the thin sheet. "You can stay." She gestured to the spot beside her. "I mean if you'd like."

Bucky sighed, slipping into his pants. "I can't." His answer was short. He never stayed. This was usual for him. And sometimes y/n wish so damn much that he would stay for once. Just pretend for a moment that they were an average couple.

"Of course, you can't." She spoke sarcastically. "You never can. That's just who you are."

He turns to glare at her for a moment. "What is that supposed to mean y/n?" He asked, grabbing his shirt.

"I don't know maybe the fact that you say you want to be with me, but you treat me like some raunchy late-night booty call." She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, I'm sick of this, whatever we are." She gestured between the two of them. "I want something more... Something real Buck, and if you can't give me that, then this, us, it can't work."

"Are you serious right now, Y/n? I'm doing my best! I'm going to tell my friends. I'm sorry I don't live up to your fantasies of relationships." He barked back, rolling his eyes at her.

Bucky groans, "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I do like you, and you are more than some booty call." He steps towards the bed and takes a seat beside her. "I'll stay okay." He takes Y/n's warm hand in his, "All of this is just so new to me okay. I haven't felt like this about someone before. It makes me nervous." He confesses.

"I understand that, Buck. I feel the same. But I can't be your secret forever. And I won't be." She takes her hand from his. "You should go."

"But-

"No, I have to study in the morning. Just go, Bucky." She asked with pleading eyes.

"Okay." He nodded, grabbed the rest of his things and headed towards the door. Stopping, he turned to speak, "For what it's worth, you mean a lot more to me than you think." And he disappears out the door.

Y/n sighed, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in her chest. She wished Bucky didn't have this effect on her. He clouds her mind. He was all she could think about. And right now, all she wanted to do was forget the last six months of the memories they had made. It would make things so much easier. This heavy feeling in her chest begged her to chase after him, ask him to come back and pretend for the night. But damn, he should be the one begging her.

The sound of her phone caught her attention. A message from him appeared across the screen.

"I hate leaving on bad terms. I want you to know that you are more than just sex to me. I want to be with you. If you give me two more weeks, that's all I ask. I will be ready to go public."

"Let me know your answer when you are ready. Good night beautiful."

And like the naïve girl she was, she answered back.

"Okay, only two weeks. Promise?"

...

"Promise."

To be continued....

Two weeks my butt. >:(

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kyufilms · 2 years

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ㅤㅤ⌗ kanemoto yoshinori ―︎ over & over

synopsis ―︎ in which you’ll always be able to count on the fact that you can find comfort in your best friend, over and over again.

wc + genre + pairing + warnings ―︎ 4.5k words worth of angst and fluff for a bittersweet, one-sided love. best friend!yoshi x gn!reader. not proofread. lowercase intended. i think i was a little too mean o.o (i won’t say the exact trope, but if you want to, you could check the tags for some clarification at the end!! idk how well i actually executed the intended concept, so i thought i’d throw the explanation in just incase).

request ―︎ jules 🥺 i love your work 💙 could i please request an angst imagine for yoshi from treasure? maybe with the concept of best friend!yoshi too?

director’s notes ―︎ AHHHHH!!! i’ve had this idea in my mind for months & even talked about the concept with loki a little while back, so i was really excited to be writing this even though it makes me sad </3 it turned into more of a fic than an imagine lmao. the whole idea is heavily inspired by the song ‘let’s fall in love for the night’ by finneas, but i specifically got inspired after listening to this cover by junny :] there may or may not be a few elements of the fic inspired by ‘best friend’ by rex orange county as well, since i had that & junny’s lfilftn cover looped back to back as i wrote. also! yoshi was almost in reader’s situation, but i actually couldn’t decide whether i wanted yoshi to be person a or person b in terms of the plot, so i flipped a coin to choose how it would go for me :3 anyways, i’m not sure how happy i am with this, but i hope you like it anyways anon <3 im so sorry

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kanemoto yoshinori couldn’t remember how much time had passed since the first time he told you that he loved you.

maybe it’d been a few weeks. maybe a few months had passed. for all he knew, it could’ve been a little over a year now. maybe two. if he was being honest, he could no longer keep count of the days going by. everything always felt like a blur to him.

if you asked him how long he’d loved you, he’d say he wasn’t sure. falling in love with you was never his plan, but it happened before he even realized it, and when he finally did, he didn’t want to stop. it’s not like he could’ve, anyways. even if he wanted to.

maybe knowing how much time had passed was no longer all that important.

after all, you were his best friend. all that really mattered to him was nothing would change between you two. having you by his side was all the comfort yoshi could ever ask for.

ㅤ ⇌︎

it was 08:31 on a sunday night when notifications illuminated up the once-dark screen of your best friend’s phone, indicating new messages from you. it was almost as if he knew it was you before he even checked the text. it hadn’t even taken thirty seconds for yoshi to come running in from another room when he heard the soft ping of his phone.

08:31 pm | y/n 🌱

they broke up with me.

we got into another fight because they kept telling me to stop hanging around you

and then they told me that they were done with my bullshit because they were tired of me putting you before them

they said that they finally found somebody else

and then they broke up with me.

the second he read the messages, it was as if he was on autopilot, bumbling around the living room in search of his wallet & keys. he found himself forcing on his shoes and grabbing one of his hoodies from the coat closet. he didn’t even bother pulling it on, opting to clutch it in his hand instead. he was rushing to you, nearly forgetting to lock the door on his way out of his apartment.

you saw the three little dots pop up within two minutes of hitting send on your last message to him, his responses hard to read as the tears in your eyes blurred your vision.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

ㅤ ⇌︎

though yoshi said it’d take twenty-five minutes to get to you, it actually only took fifteen. he may or may not have been going a little bit over the speed limit here and there, and he really shouldn’t have been, but in his eyes, a little bit of trouble was worth it.

you were worth it. always.

you couldn’t remember opening the door to let him in. all you knew was you were sobbing one moment, and the next, he was stepping through the threshold of your front door, pulling you into his arms so you could cry your eyes out as much as you wanted to.

“it’s gonna okay,” he mumbled, rubbing your back as your tears began to form a spot on his shirt. “they’re an idiot. a jealous idiot. fuck what they say; they don’t deserve you, y/n.”

there was a little pang in your chest that hit you as your best friend spoke; you couldn’t even respond. instead, you found yourself hugging yoshi tighter as you tried to bury your head further into his chest, too upset to pull yourself together.

“it’s alright, i’ve got you.”

you’re not quite sure how long you stood there, sobbing in his arms as though you were in hysterics. it could’ve been anywhere from a few more seconds to an entire hour later, but he didn’t mind it at all.

yoshi always knew how to comfort you. he’d never judge you for being frustrated or upset; instead, he’d rather hold your hand and listen to you get everything out of your system. if you didn’t want to talk, that was alright too. he didn’t mind the silence; he just wanted to be there.

he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t alone.

“you can let it out, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”

ㅤ ⇌︎

when you had calmed down enough to pull yourself away from your best friend’s grasp, he guided you over to your couch, making sure you were comfortable before he excused himself for a moment.

curiously, you watched as the red-haired boy busied himself, running back and forth down the hall once or twice, even popping into the kitchen. he was back within all of two minutes, a blanket, your favourite stuffed animal, and two spoons to go along with the emergency tub of your favourite ice cream in his arms.

you didn’t remember telling him where everything was, but you figured he must’ve known you too well & it just slipped your mind.

he didn’t say anything as he began putting things onto the coffee table to free up his hands. instead, he simply laid the blanket over you and placed the stuffed animal by your side. the hoodie that he’d brought along with him reappeared as well, resting in your lap a moment after he passed it over.

only then did yoshi reach for the spoons and the ice cream tub, making himself comfortable as he sat opposite of you in order to see your face. he found that you were still watching him curiously, so he finally spoke up.

“did you wanna talk about it? or would you rather we just binge through one of your favourite shows and eat this entire tub?” he asked, holding it up with a small, comforting smile.

only kanemoto yoshinori could make you laugh despite being in tears mere minutes before, even if it was only a soft giggle.

so with that, you tugged on the hoodie that had previously laid in your lap, beckoning the boy across from you to scoot closer so he could share the blanket.

ㅤ ⇌︎

“don’t you have to leave soon?” you asked softly, your head resting upon your best friend’s shoulder.

“no. not if you don’t want me to,” he replied, lightly squeezing you into a side hug as he rubbed your arm comfortingly. “are you feeling any better?”

“if i said yes, would you believe me?” you joked, reaching for his hand. you still felt shitty, but something about yoshi’s presence comforted you. the idea of him simply being there already made you feel a little bit lighter than before.

sometimes, it felt like the red-haired boy next to you was the only person in the world who understood you, but that wasn’t a bad thing. whenever the thought crossed your mind, it made sense to you; he was there for you through thick & thin.

everything was just so easy when it came to him; there was no reason to argue. you had your opinions, he had his, and even despite some of your differences, at the end of the day, you not only felt respected, but you felt seen.

“let’s take a drive,” he changed the topic. “we don’t have to go anywhere in particular. we could just get something to eat and drive around until you feel okay, yeah?”

“i’d like that,” you smiled softly, picking your head up from his shoulder and taking his hand as he pulled you up from the comfort of the couch.

ㅤ ⇌︎

a few hours would pass before you made it back home from the drive, but it’s not like the two of you had much to do anyway.

“thank you for cheering me up,” you spoke up gently, your tone barely audible as you focused your eyes on the last stoplight before the two of you would reach your house.

“it’s nothing,” he shrugged, stealing an unnoticed glance at you as the two of you waited for the light to flicker from red to green.

you were ethereal in his eyes. sure, you weren’t wearing anything fancy, and maybe your eyes were a little red & puffy from crying earlier, but it wouldn’t change his opinion of you. he’d grown to love every little thing about you, even outside of your looks.

he loved that you were the type to stop while you were out & rush over to pet every dog that you could if you were given a chance.

he loved that you were the type to text him the dumbest jokes at three in the morning, just because it made you laugh like a fool and you wanted to share something you thought was funny.

he loved that you would never lie to him, even if you wanted to. you were always honest with him, and though you could sound blunt or sarcastic at times, he appreciated it. frankly, it made him feel like you were comfortable with him.

for every little quirk you had, yoshi had found a reason to love you.

“i just don’t like seeing you sad,” he added onto his previous words, pulling his gaze off you after a moment. he still worried for you, knowing how bad you were probably hurting after everything that happened.

yet, even when you were sad, he couldn’t help but adore you.

ㅤ ⇌︎

“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

it was 03:52 in the morning, but you couldn’t really understand why he was so insistent on leaving at first. you couldn’t explain why, but you were somewhat sad that he was leaving; it was like a part of you knew something was off, but it didn’t make sense to you.

you’d see him tomorrow, right?

“it’s alright,” he smiled reassuringly as he stood in the doorway, “i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

the door to your house was half-closing when you found yourself reaching for the handle and stopping it before it could shut completely. the next thing you knew, you were outside, standing right behind the boy who had frozen in his place.

“hey, is everything alright?” you called after him gently, “i know i probably should’ve asked you sooner, but i just wanted to check. i was a little distracted when you were busy cheering me up earlier, but now that i think about it, you seem a little down.”

if there was one thing in the world you hated, it was liars.

you mentioned it several times before. you would rather be hurt upfront by the people you care about most instead of having them spare you the pain with a teeny little lie. at least then, even if they hurt you, you could convince yourself that you’d learn to cope.

when your best friend turned around to face you, something was off, but you didn’t know what, and unluckily for you, the boy that stood across from you was one hell of an actor at times.

“i’m alright, y/n,” he relaxed a little, giving you another one of his signature reassuring smiles. “really, i was just worried about you.”

if you could curse him and that smile of his, you probably would. you’d never admit it, and you might not even know it yourself, but you had a weak spot when it came to him.

yoshi always knew how to reassure you; it was like a double-edged sword, both a gift and a flaw.

“okay,” you let your hands find their way into the pocket of his hoodie that you had yet to take off. “you’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? this friendship thing works two ways, you know.”

the sound of his laughter at the words you said had been enough to make you smile subconsciously. maybe you were overthinking things. you had a long day, after all.

“of course i would. you’re my best friend, after all.”

“you promise?” it was as if you were under a spell. you don’t know what prompted you to ask him that question; you didn’t even realize what you’d said until he answered.

“i promise.”

the pressure that built up in your chest had completely vanished by then, and before you knew it, you were smiling like a fool and wrapping your arm around his torso. “alright, i know it’s late and you’re gonna tease me for being sappy, so i won’t keep you here any longer,” you joked, squeezing him lightly before pulling away. “text me when you get home, just so i know, okay?”

“i will.”

“goodnight, i love you,” you grinned, laughing softly as you turned around to walk back to your door.

the random ‘i love you’ that you had thrown in at the end of your sentence was meant to be harmless.

while your best friend wasn’t really one to say it, you, on the other hand, expressed it freely. over the years you’d known him, you figured he was just careful about saying it back, so you didn’t ask questions. it never seemed to do any damage before, and the fact that yoshi never really said it back hadn’t affected you much either.

something about that night was different.

if you had just stayed looking in his direction a few more seconds, maybe you would’ve seen it; the way he froze all over again as if he didn’t see it coming.

unfortunately for you, your timing seemed to be off, and as you turned around once you stepped foot in the doorway, he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in.

there was a smile on his face, but if you’d seen it, you couldn’t be sure if it was to reassure you or himself. he could mask his mixed emotions all he wanted, but the usual softness of his gaze wouldn’t quite reach his eyes the same way it usually would.

he knew something you didn’t.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

ㅤ ⇌︎

when yoshi woke up in his apartment hours later, a single thought crossed his mind.

maybe this time would be different.

a mix of hopefulness and uneasiness bubbling up inside him left him too nervous to check his phone. he didn’t dare look for the hoodie he left behind with you, nor did he turn on the news or check the calendar to be sure of the day’s date.

he was scared.

while he hoped that things would be different, he was downright terrified of what would happen if his hopes came true.

perhaps he should’ve thrown all caution to the wind.

maybe if he didn’t overthink everything, he’d stop hoping he’d see you sooner & actually do something about it. as luck would have it though, yoshi was careful. perhaps a little too careful.

he’d force himself to wait and see if he was right.

ㅤ ⇌︎

the hours seemed to go by at the slowest rate.

when the red-haired boy finally allowed himself to leave his bedroom, the sun was no longer in the sky. instead, a dark blue hue painted the endless sights above his head, the color continuing to fade away over time.

08:21 pm.

the silence that filled the air only thickened as the minutes seemed to count down, but the thoughts running through yoshi’s mind were too loud to ignore.

what would happen to the two of you afterwards?

would things stay the same?

if something changed, would it be for better or for worse?

the loudest thought of all, however, was the one that had worried him the most.

would he lose you for good if you found out?

08:29 pm.

he didn’t want to risk losing you. he couldn’t.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

how was he supposed to let you go if things didn’t go right?

08:31 pm.

the familiar chime that indicated notifications brought the boy out of his thoughts before he could think any further, and when he realized what had happened, he froze for a second.

walking out to the living room with a hint of speed in his steps, he slowed as he approached the coffee table where his phone lay. the screen lit up as the notifications rolled in, and at the top of the bubbles, he saw the familiar letters that formed your name.

the feeling or realization that had hit him in the moment was confusing. yoshi wasn’t really sure what he should have felt when everything clicked.

he’d gotten his hopes up only to scare himself into overthinking, but with the way things had turned out, it seemed he shouldn’t have done either.

he was relieved, but he was also disappointed.

regardless, his feet moved on autopilot once more as he picked up his phone to respond to you. he’d found his wallet sandwiched between the couch cushions in it’s usual place, and his keys were on the edge of the kitchen counter.

he wasn’t sure how many times this moment had actually passed, but it was enough to be etched into his memory. he already knew where everything was; he didn’t even have to look up to gather his things.

still, a small part of him wished that the universe was playing tricks, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when he opened the door to the coat closet, there’d be some kind of indication that things had worked out in the way he had hoped.

maybe the world is against me, he decided, feeling that small part of him crumble down into nothing in mere seconds. he knew that he should have expected this to happen by now, but still, he let himself get his hopes up.

pulling out the same hoodie he’d left with you the night before, he clutched onto the fabric in one hand as he opened the text conversation & typed out the same reply.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

ㅤ ⇌︎

“i thought you didn’t even know this artist,” you piped up, “how do you know every line to this song?”

the smallest hint of a smile found itself creeping onto your face as you relaxed into the passenger’s seat of yoshi’s car. it was just past eleven in the evening when he suggested that you take a drive to get your mind off of things.

you, for one, had no clue where you were, not even sure what direction you’d been going in anymore. then again, it made sense; you’d been distracted.

the car ride felt too quiet, but you didn’t really want to talk about things anymore. most of the stuff you needed out of your system had already been covered when you talked earlier. so, instead of making conversation, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your music app as the bluetooth connected you to the speakers.

“i guess i must’ve heard it somewhere,” the boy across from you spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he hummed along to the fading outro of the song.

you shook your head in disbelief, even letting out a small laugh as you let your gaze shift back to the window. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“maybe you’re just a little late when it comes to noticing things,” he teased lightheartedly, ignoring the bittersweet twinge he felt in his chest.

he was glad to see you feeling better, but the fact that he was the reason behind it only amplified the fluttery feeling in his chest.

ㅤ ⇌︎

you let out a sigh as you fell back onto your couch when the two of you had returned from the late-night drive. “do you think i should just call in sick for work?”

you both knew exactly why you asked that question. it made sense, considering the fact that your now-ex worked in the same place as you. you’d much rather lock yourself in your room and never come out, not even wanting to think about what your ex might say about it.

unluckily for you, work was work, and you couldn’t just hide away forever, even if yoshi couldn’t help but tell you what you wanted to hear. he always caved when it came to you.

“if you want to,” he shrugged, “it’s late, and you have an early shift, but if you ask me, you deserve the break.”

“i like the way you think,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you gave him a look. “what time is it?”

“time for you to get some rest,” he responded, laughing a little bit when you scrunched your face up at his light sarcasm. “it’s a little over half-past three in the morning. almost four.”

“we were out that long?” your eyes widened, not realizing how long the two of you had been out on your drive. “it barely felt like an hour to me.”

a nod from your best friend confirmed your surprise as you sat up a little bit, still confused as to how it felt like you had lost so much time. it felt too short.

yoshi would probably agree with you on that.

despite how many times he’d lived through the same scenarios, he couldn’t deny that he wished he could spend more time with you. whenever he was by your side, time seemed to pass even faster than it usually did.

perhaps that’s why he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since then; he could no longer keep track of how many times he’d been stuck reliving that same night over and over.

the night when he told you he loved you for the first time.

ㅤ ⇌︎

“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

the same words you usually said each time had etched themselves into yoshi’s head, along with a number of other things. he could essentially recite the entire day & night’s events.

it wasn’t always exact. sometimes, little bits and pieces changed. sometimes you didn’t say certain things or make certain decisions, but most of your words and actions stayed the same.

not that you would know that, of course.

yoshi, on the other hand, had relived the day enough to know it was practically pointless doing anything else. there was a time when he would go through the same events, only changing a detail or two to see if it would change anything.

he couldn’t count how many times he’d switched his approach to things anymore. the minor details turned into major details, and if he was asked, he’d probably swear that he was stuck at that point in time forever.

no matter what happened, when 08:31 pm rolled around, your text messages would appear on the screen of his phone and he’d be rushing out of his apartment to get to you.

no matter what happened, he’d still be wishing you goodnight as he stood at your doorstep at 03:52 in the morning, telling you that he loved you for what would appear to be the first time.

no matter what happened, you’d still assume he meant that he loved you platonically. he’d still drive himself home, not bothering to correct you in fear of losing you.

the end result always seemed to have the exact same outcome.

“it’s alright, i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

you’d heard the exact same words god knows how many times now, but you’d never know it.

“wait,” you called out, stepping past the threshold of your front door for the umpteenth time.

he already expected you to stop him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as your arms wrapped around his torso in a tight grip. he was weak when it came to you.

“thank you for being here when i needed you most,” you mumbled, the familiar feeling of tears pricking your eyes causing you hide your face away in his chest out of embarrassment. “if i’m honest, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“i’ll always be here for you,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you in his arms for a moment. he needed to say it, even if you’d forget his words in the next few hours. he needed you to know. “always. you know that.”

when you pulled back from the hug, you giggled a little bit. maybe you were tired, maybe you were laughing at yourself, but regardless, you felt shy. “i must look like an idiot right now, huh?”

“of course not,” he replied, moving one of his hands up so he could gently wipe the tears off of your face.

“i don’t like liars,” you teased, though you still avoided his eyes as you tried to collect yourself. “i should let you go now, hm?”

when you looked up at him, he couldn’t find it in himself to respond; all he could do was give you one of his signature smiles of reassurance.

you caught him off guard when you pulled him back into your grasp. your grip was a little tighter this time, as if you were holding on like you were scared he’d disappear. you only seemed to surprise him even more when you spoke up with slightly muffled words.

“goodnight, i love you.”

two nights in a row, you said it first. that was new.

he knew that the chances of things going back to normal were low. the universe had given him a clear message; he wouldn’t be able to move forward from then on, no matter what he did. he was stuck in the same series of events without any idea as to how he could end the cycle.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

those last three words felt like a kick to the stomach every time he said them. it felt was like someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

a part of him wanted to explain; to make it completely clear that he loved you the way he did. he couldn’t even put it into words sometimes, but another part of him was glad he could never the courage to explain his true feelings to you.

he couldn’t find it in himself to risk losing you, so he didn’t dare to try, even if it meant that you would know how he really felt. he’d never forgive himself if he allowed you to slip right through his fingers and walk out of his life, so he’d bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

it had taken him years to muster up the courage to tell you that, only for you to think he meant it as nothing more than a friend.

that’s what he was, after all ―︎ your best friend.

perhaps you’d forgive him for lying to you in another life.

perhaps kanemoto yoshinori was a fool for getting his hopes up.

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