#wow I already ran out of battery again it's definitely time to go to sleep

[ashasmonsters]

The Thru-Hiker

Female reader x Male mothperson (Desmond)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: Full-on smut, references to unhappy breakups

Words: 5.1k

Note: Here's the story that earns me the "18+" in my description. This is my first time making anything this smutty public, so any feedback or criticism would be appreciated. Enjoy!

You raised the viewfinder to your eye. The rolling hills fit within the frame-lines neatly, the trail before you leading straight down the middle and towards the horizon. With a satisfying click the shutter fired. You lowered the camera and cranked the film advance lever, confident that shot would turn out well. You let the camera dangle from your shoulder once again as you looked around: this spot was close enough to the main trail that you wouldn't need any "breadcrumbs" to lead you back to it in the morning. The sun would finish setting in an hour or so, and bird chirps had given way to trilling crickets and cicadas. It was warm enough that you didn't need to build a fire. Your stove would do just fine.

"That's a nice camera."

You turned towards the voice. Standing behind you, closer to the main trail and obscured slightly by foliage, loomed a lanky mothman. He wore clothes appropriate for hiking the Appalachian trail, though you hadn't seen him around. This meant he was quick or hiking the opposite direction as you.

"Thanks." You answered. He pushed a few low-hanging twigs out of the way and took a step towards you.

"Is that a..." he paused, his brow furrowing above his red compound eyes as he searched for a word, "Yashica, right?"

"Mamiya, actually." You answered, hefting the brick-shaped camera from your hip where it dangled. "It's been a pain to hike with, but I love it all the same."

"I'm sure you've got some excellent shots in that thing. I'm Desmond." He closed the remaining distance and tenderly extended a chitinous claw. You shook it in turn and returned his greeting.

"I don't believe I've seen you on the trail, Desmond," you said, "are you using those wings or hiking southbound?"

"Oh, I'm hiking southbound. Flying would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"

"I guess that is a silly question." You lowered your eyes and made eye contact with his hiking boots. "I'm heading northbound."

"Hm. You must have started the trail pretty recently."

"That's right. I started maybe three weeks ago. You must be pretty close to finishing if you're going southbound."

"Been on the trail for five months." He answered.

"Wow." You breathed. Maybe mothmen wore it better, but he certainly looked neat for having lived in the wilderness for almost half a year. You caught yourself staring. "Um, got any tips for a relatively fresh hiker like me?"

"Take your time and enjoy yourself." He said, looking down at you. "The trail is going to take the better part of a year from you no matter what, so there's no point in rushing it."

"Thanks for the advice." A pause. You saw your reflection in his ruby eyes. "Anyway... I don't want to keep you from the trail, being nocturnal and all." You failed to suppress a tinge of longing in your voice. The sun started to kiss the horizon, making the canopy above you look like it was on fire.

"Well, actually..." Desmond rested a claw on the back of his neck fluff, "I was going to ask if you would share this spot with me. It's going to be a full moon and I planned to take a rest to enjoy it."

"Oh," you said, glad the sunset was masking your blush, "that should be fine, then."

"I don't want to impose, I could always find my own—"

"No, really, it's fine." You said, gesturing around the sizeable clearing. "We're sharing a view, not a cot. I don't mind."

"Ah, right." He played with his neck fluff again. "Well then, let's not waste the daylight." You nodded and slid your pack off.

Your sleeping arrangements for the trail had been spartan, but still comfortable. You carried a thin foam pad which rolled up nicely and fit under your sleeping bag, a tarp with hooks for hanging from above, a camp stove, and a sack to keep your food strung up a branch and away from animals.

All of this was set up fairly quickly since Desmond was helping you. He was quite tall, which made stringing up the extra food much easier than when you had done it alone. In no time, your foam pad was safely encircled by your hanging tarp and your stove was boiling a pot of water. Tonight's dinner was an Appalachian Trail classic: dehydrated cheesy rice. You took the initiative to invoke full-on luxury by adding a handful of equally dehydrated broccoli florets. You had a guest to entertain, after all.

"Thanks for making me breakfast. Dinner, in your case." Desmond said. The dim blue light from the camp stove caught only the very edges of his chitinous frame. His red eyes shone bright like a cat's through the steam from the culinary masterpiece cooking between you two.

"Consider it my treat." You smiled back. There was a pause, so you pulled a topic from the air. "Are you a photographer too? Not many people can tell apart the brands of these old things." You patted your Mamiya camera as if it were a tiny metal lapdog.

"Ah, no," He said, almost defensively, "if you have compound eyes like me, you can't really look through viewfinders. It just doesn't work."

"Right, sorry." You rubbed the back of your neck. "Where does your camera knowledge come from, then?"

"Well... you know the old mothpeople stereotype about how we like light?"

"Um." You spoke carefully. "I have heard of it."

"I kinda live up to that stereotype. Like, very much. It's why I wanted to stop here to watch the full moon."

"Okay, but how does that tie into cameras?"

"It's kind of embarrassing." He fidgeted with his long white neck fuzz. "It's the flash. When it goes off, it's like... like..."

"Like a drug?" You finished for him.

"No! Not like that. It's not addictive... I don't think. It's more like... what's that thing humans do with their nails and their skin?"

"Like scratching an itch?"

"Yes! Exactly." He said excitedly. "I don't itch, but if I did, I imagined it would feel like when a camera flash goes off."

You chuckled even though you knew he was a little embarrassed. This whole situation was just too absurd, too odd.

"So you're like a connoisseur of camera flashes." A pause. He lowered his gaze.

"Mamiyas have the best one." You chuckled again.

"Well, then." You pulled your camera from your bag and held it before you. "May I take your portrait?"

"If it's no trouble," his antennae perked up, "yes please."

Wrestling the camera into shooting position, you flipped the viewfinder open and aimed it squarely at him. The scene fit perfectly within the frame-lines; the glowing blue stove flames in the foreground and Desmond's red eyes neatly in the middle.

"Looks good to me." You said, pressing the flash release. The flash, a piece of metal the size of your thumb, sprung out of the camera and whined as the battery charged it.

"Oh, wow." He noted. You pressed the shutter—

"Goddamn!" Desmond cried, shuddering. Briefly, a low chirr seemed to emanate from him. "Pardon my French. That was good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Most people hate when I ask to take their portrait." You cranked the film advance lever and smiled. You returned your camera to its place in your bag, then... remembered there was a meal on the stove. "Crap, I hope the bottom isn't burning." You said, quickly grabbing the stirring spoon and scraping the bottom of the pot. You continued until you were sure the food was in good shape.

"You know, when I thought about making this trek, I was worried about getting lonely. Like I wouldn't be able to put up with just myself for so long... but I've already met so many people and they've all been kind." You continued stirring the meal.

"Then what made you consider it in the first place?" Desmond asked, cocking an antenna.

"Oh... you know... adventure." You lied. The resulting pause made you painfully aware of how bad of a liar you are. The cheesy rice bubbled and spat steam at you as if heckling your poor performance.

"I'd believe that if you had a fedora and a whip. And knew where the holy grail was." He chuckled, his mandibles clicking.

"What?"

"Ah, just a stupid joke. There's these old movies..." He cut himself off and extended an empty claw, taking the spoon from you and making it his turn to stir. "I don't want to tell you your business, but everybody I've met in the past five months comes to the trail to run from something."

"Well... you're right that it's definitely my business." You tried not to scowl. The turn in conversation had resurrected an unpleasant feeling in your heart; something in the same neighborhood as shame or sadness.

"Not if what you're running from is the law and you're a serial killer or something. Then that's definitely my business." He clicked once more. His attempt to lighten the conversation didn't help that feeling much. The cheesy rice heckled him this time.

"I'm not a serial killer, I promise." You started, drawing in a sharp breath. Perhaps you just needed to vent. Maybe that would ease this malaise. "Why don't you start? Tell me what you're running from first, then I'll tell you about me." You took the stirring spoon back from him. He ran a claw down his face.

"I'm running from a breakup. We dated for three years." He sighed.

"I'm... sorry." You said, unsure of what else to say.

"Don't apologize; not unless you're the girl she ran off with." His mandibles clicked weakly. "I'm kidding. She didn't run off or anything. She didn't even cheat. She just realized that men weren't for her."

You raised an eyebrow. "Three whole years?"

"It didn't take her that long to realize it, just that long to work up the courage to tell me. Maybe I wasn't her true love, but she cared about me a lot. She was so scared of hurting me that she bottled it up for most of that time."

"You didn't want to remain friends?"

"I did— and I still do. I... I just said three things: 'I need some time to process this,' 'I'm in a lot of pain but it's not your fault,' and 'I'm going hiking for six months, call me back when I'm done.' That's all I could think of in the moment, and now I'm here."

"That's rough."

"You're telling me." His shoulders dropped. "I'm used to breakups with jerks. That I can make peace with, because then it's like a problem that solves itself. Jerk breaks up with you, therefore no more jerk to deal with. But... when it's someone that you love, that you want the best for, and that means they have to move on... that's something I'm still trying to work out." He sighed hard and lowered his crimson eyes. "I think the rice is done."

You were so caught up in his pained explanation that you lost track of time. You quickly turned off the camp stove and set the pot on the ground.

"Thanks for reminding me." You grabbed your enamel bowl as he readied his and started dishing out the rice and broccoli. You both sat there in silence, enjoying the feeling of hot food in hand. "Anyway, I guess it's my turn to share."

"Please. I wouldn't want to dump my problems on you without hearing out yours."

"I had a breakup too, though honestly I think mine wasn't as rough as yours." You said.

"We all go through different things. It's not a contest." Desmond said, idly poking his steaming meal. "Tell me about it, if you want."

So you did. Over the course of the meal, you told Desmond all about your past relationship: the fights you had with your ex, the nights spent in separate sleeping arrangements, the endless worry over how much of it was your fault. He nodded sympathetically with each painful memory you unraveled to him. Remembering it all made you feel worse, but having him listen made it feel much better. When you had no more to say, he stared at you. You saw yourself reflected in his eyes. Your spoon was trembling.

"It's okay to cry. I won't mind." Was all Desmond said before you had to set down your food and hold your face in your hands. It's like you had been saving up a surplus of tears throughout all these events and just barely they were escaping you. You could hear Desmond awkwardly scoot over in the dirt to your side before he offered a rigid shoulder to you.

"Chitin isn't exactly memory foam, but..." You rested your head on him without a second thought. One of his claws found its way to your shoulder and you felt better for it. This was the first time you had mentioned your breakup out loud and unquestionably the first time anyone had offered you a shoulder to cry on, literally or figuratively.  You quickly came to find even Desmond's exoskeleton quite comfortable.

"Thanks for listening." You said as your sobs started to slow. He plainly chirred in response, making his grip on your shoulder a little tighter. His embrace was the first one you had felt since the breakup. You felt warm and safe in a way you had previously only had with your ex long ago. His neck fluff tickled you as he leaned his head onto yours.

"It's okay." You could feel his mandibles nudge your cheek as he spoke. "I know how hard it is." Your composure returned, and you stilled yourself against him. You finally removed your hands from your face, your eyes bloodshot.

"I'm glad I'm not wearing makeup." You chuckled weakly. "Otherwise my cheeks would look like a barcode right now."

"That's the spirit. Enjoy the little things." He rubbed your shoulder. "That's what the trail is all about."

You found yourself naturally holding Desmond closer, burying yourself in his neck fluff and wrapping an arm around his side as he held you. He smelled like pine and smoke. You grabbed your bowl of food once more and resumed eating, not leaving Desmond's side.

"I'm sorry for smearing my tears all over you." You said, coming back to reality. The taste of rehydrated cheesy rice wasn't great, but it was warm and familiar. Combined with Desmond's arm wrapped around you, the pain and baggage from the breakup left you like grime after a shower.

"It's alright." He said. "If moths could cry, I'd be crying all over you too. We're in the same shitty breakup boat."

He and you sat there together, finishing the meal. The camp stove had been turned off for a while now, and the only warmth you felt was your own, reflected off his chitin. The pause was permeated by lesser insects chirping and wind gently rustling the branches above. As you finished your food, you became painfully aware that Desmond couldn't hold you forever. He'd have to get in his sleeping bag eventually, and in the morning, continue his hike to nowhere other than your distant memories. Or, maybe...

"Want to share my sleeping bag with me?" The words left your mouth before you could even react. A second later, you realized what you had said and your heart raced. Your face found itself hidden in your hands again.

Why the fuck would you say that? Are you crazy? How would you feel if he randomly propositioned you for sex, huh? To which your responded to yourself with, Screw it, I'd be down for that.

Oh well. The fact he'd leave forever in the morning was both a blessing and a curse... but for now, mostly a blessing. It didn't matter if you were "rebounding" or doing something impulsive. Whatever happened tonight would stay in tonight. You and him would go your separate ways and there wouldn't be any regrets to be had. You practically held your breath as he processed what you said; the pause felt infinitely long.

"I'd love to." He broke the silence, his mandibles clicking more than usual. "Unless you're having second thoughts."

You looked up at him and shook your head. Wordlessly, he took your hand stood up with you. You led him to your dangling tarp wherein your sleeping bag and foam pad rested. Luxurious it was not, but as you slapped aside the flap and pulled Desmond in behind you, little else other than him was on your mind. You sat down on your "bed" and turned round, looking at him. His saucer-sized red eyes glowed as they met your gaze. He stepped closer.

"You're sure?" He said, kneeling before you. "I don't want to—"

You leaned forward and grabbed his head, clumsily planting a kiss where his mouth would be if he was human. It seemed to do the trick; he gasped and relaxed, his mandibles caressing your cheeks. You pulled back to breathe.

"I'm not asking you to marry me." You planted another kiss on him, tugging on his neck fluff. "I'm asking you to keep me company tonight."

"If you insist." He clicked. Something in his tone changed. For the first time his voice had timbre and need. He had left his tone suited for polite conversation and jokes outside your tarp. Here on your twin-sized foam pad, all pretenses were gone. You both knew you were going to give yourselves to each other; yet he surprised you by tugging the neck of your shirt down and scattering little kisses from your chin to your collarbone with his proboscis. It was rough and leathery and frankly didn't feel like anything you had touched before. You shuddered when he took it with him, descending past your breasts and peeling your shirt off your belly.

"Desmond..." You sighed, the only thing keeping this encounter casual being the button on your jeans.

"Everything alright so far?" He looked up at you with his large eyes, his mandibles brushing against your thigh as he spoke.

"Excellent." You breathed, resting a hand on the back of his neck fluff. "Please..." You used the same hand to ever-so-gently nudge him closer to your midst, which was already roiling with burning need. With a single claw, he carefully undid the button and zipper. You shimmied out of your jeans until his neck fluff  tickled the inside of your exposed thighs; your underwear soon followed. He clicked some more as you fully exposed your entrance to him, his eyes studying you and his claws gently finding their way to each of your legs.

"Forgive me, it's been a while." He said as he lowered his face into you. You reclined further, only gazing upwards to the tarp and a tiny patch of starry sky.

"Don't talk, just— Ah!" He pulled a gasp from you as he began his ministrations. With your head resting on the foam pad, you just closed your eyes and let the sensations fill you. Something of his, you weren't quite sure what, playfully danced around the edges of your entrance until it found its mark. It gently flicked across that tender nub and your hips bucked in response. You held his neck plumage tighter, desperately tugging him closer to you.

"Keep going, that's— oh, that's perfect..." He didn't resist your pull. If anything, as his fuzz tickled you and his mandibles started to prod at your folds he increased his fervor. Relentlessly he played across all parts of you at once. Hard chitinous mandibles spread you open while his proboscis felt like it was everywhere. It rubbed your bead with every advance it made into you, filling you with a tingling warmth that spread throughout your whole body. He didn't let up at all, your breath hitching and leaving you as moans. You rocked your hips and whined. Harder and harder, rhythmically to a rapidly increasing tempo. You gripped him tighter, burying his face into you. Ecstasy built within your core with each surge of his "tongue" until you could hold on no longer.

"Oh, oh!" You cried, your body seizing and legs locking around his shoulders. Pleasure crackled around your whole body and there, in the dark with Desmond wordlessly working you, you weren't sure how much time you spent at the peak. Slowly, the sparks behind your eyes stopped flying. Your breath resumed its normal rhythm. Lifting your head off your sleeping bag, you made eye contact with his glowing red orbs, the only source of light under your tarp.

"How did I do?" He chittered, his grin smug enough for you to sense even in the darkness.

"You were fantastic." You indulged him, running your hand through his fuzz as he crawled over top of you. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"I didn't tire you out, did I?" He asked before descending upon you and kissing you lightly. With the gap between you two closed, you felt something tumescent and twitching under his shorts brush against you.

"I suppose I can stay up some more." You giggled as his fuzz tickled your collarbone. "I'll just sleep in."

"Glad to hear it." Desmond rasped. His voice grew ragged as he nipped at your neck, cradling your chin in one claw and using the other to undo his shorts. In the darkness, you could only feel something slick, smooth, and long come to rest on your belly. You squeezed your thighs around it. Desmond immediately chirred louder than before, sounding like a baritone version of the insects outside. His deep timbre resonated inside you.

"Excited?" You teased, his length completely at your mercy as you held it between your legs.

"I've forgotten how warm humans feel." He rumbled.

"Can I jog your memory?"

"Please."

You released him from your thighs and reached down with a hand. You felt the entirety of his length in your grasp; it was delightfully slick and uniform with pleasant little ridges to encounter as your hand traveled towards his base. You grasped it gently, eliciting more bassy chitters from him as you angled it towards your entrance. You fumbled a bit in the darkness, but after a few tries his tip rested at your threshold. His eyes met yours.

"Ready?" He clicked.

"Go ahead." You gripped his shoulders and pulled him close, nestling your face in his fluff as he started entering you. His hips slowly began to close the distance, each ridge on his length pushing a squeak out of you. His pace was deliciously slow. You had just enough time to adjust but not to catch your breath. All you could do was hold him tight in the darkness, nothing but the sensation and his chirring to occupy your mind. It felt like an eternity of slowly being filled by him. Eventually, cool chitin met your wet bundle of nerves, sending electric pleasure up your spine and forcing a gasp out of you.

"That's all of it." He grunted, his body completely flush with yours. "Do you feel alright?"

"Give me a moment." you said, exhaling sharply. The sensation of fullness with him hilted completely within you took your breath away. Little moans escaped you as his shaft quivered inside your depths. Embracing him, you found a steady breathing rhythm once more. "Okay, you can move."

With only chitters in response, he buried his head in the nape of your neck, his mandibles poking and prodding as he peppered you with kisses. His hardness withdrew just as slowly as when he entered you, then returned with a steady tempo. Each time his hips rocked you moaned into his fuzz. You imagined if you and Desmond had met at a different time or a different place, you'd be voicing your pleasures into a pillow. Since he had started his rhythmic thrusts, Desmond held a low, purring chirr that surged each time his pelvis met yours.

He chittered something specific, completely forgoing English as he picked up speed. He released your shoulders from his grasp. Changing position, he now kneeled upright with his knees on either side of your rear and his claws firmly gripping your thighs. The new leverage and angle made you squeal. He pumped in earnest now, both the speed and impact making you moan with nothing to stifle your voice.

"Desmond!" You cried, one hand splayed above your head and the other reaching down to hold your sensitive bead, "Keep going!" His pace remained constant. The low chirr grew into a growl. He pounded over and over, his hips slamming into your ass. As if it took considerable effort, he wrestled his chitters back into grunting speech you could understand.

"Close," he said sharply, "getting close!" You decided against speaking, instead locking your ankles behind him and rubbing your nub feverishly to meet him at the brink. His pace quickened even more. His claws squeezed your thighs as he desperately held onto you— into you, his thrusts remaining deeper inside you as they mounted in strength. His chirring returned, ascending in volume and pitch into a strangled, desperate call. His gaze snapped skyward and his back arched and he desperately pulled at your entire body in an effort to seat himself as deep within you as he could. You cried out in time with him. Your voice reached its limits. You rubbed yourself with abandon as you felt his cock fire within you with great trembling pulses. The pleasure within you mounted, growing until it erupted with a crackling warmth that left you quivering and crying out. He held himself as deep as he could go, grinding his hips into yours. Hissing, he lowered himself upon you once more and kissed you hard. You wailed into his mandibles as you rode out your peak. His hard chitin ground into your nub and held you at your limit before his rolling hips finally relented. Still, but remaining deep within you, he broke away from the kiss. You caught your breath as your eyes locked.

"Goodness..." You panted. Your face burned. Streaks of cool wetness rolled from your eyes down your cheeks. Desmond's chirring slowed into nothingness. The only sounds left were your breathing and nature outside.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his usual tone returning slowly.

"I'm great, Desmond," You smiled, "but you managed to tire me out this time." He clicked, then slowly withdrew his softening length from your sensitive core. You felt something ooze out of you, but were too exhausted to do anything about it.

"Sleep, please." He said, stroking your hair with a claw. "I'll be right here. Don't worry about anything else."

When morning arrived, the hole in the roof of your tarp acted as a skylight. You had awoken fortuitously just before the golden beam would have shone burning rays straight into your eyes. You definitely slept in, but found yourself fully clothed. You expected to feel something regretfully sticky and wet in your underwear, but you were completely clean. For a moment, you considered that last night might have been a dream. That line of thought was cut short by the sound of boiling water and the smell of coffee creeping into your tarp.

You emerged to find Desmond sitting in front of a small fire, emptying granules of instant coffee into a pot.

"Coffee?" He offered. "It'll be done in a bit."

"Thank you, Desmond." You sat in the same spot as you did last night over dinner. The silence that followed was comfortable and warm, unlike last night's awkward pauses. You watched him shake the pot with a claw as the sun warmed you. "I guess I should also thank you for, um, cleaning me up. I kinda passed out on you there. Sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. I'm nocturnal, remember?" He looked up at you and grinned. "It felt good to take care of a sleeping human again. It reminded me of old times." His grin softened into a gentle smile. The instant coffee had fully dissolved and he pulled the pot from the fire. He filled, then offered you an enamel mug which you accepted. The aroma was cheap and comforting.

"I'm going to miss you." You held the mug tightly. You didn't meet his eyes as you spoke, instead staring into the coffee as if it would tell you what to do.

"Me too." Desmond responded.

"Could we... could you..." You searched for the best way to ask. "Would you want to be with me?" Desmond released a slow chitter. He shook his head, and his soft smile shifted further into a shallow frown.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I wouldn't feel comfortable whisking you away three weeks after your breakup. Hell, I'm five months out from my own and I'm still not sure about where I am emotionally." You nodded in response. The coffee in your hands cooled in the resulting silence.

"I guess this is where we part ways, then." You sighed.

"Maybe..." He finally met your gaze. "You're hiking northbound. That means you'll finish in what, five more months?"

"Four if I hurry."

"The trail ends in Maine. There's this tiny, tiny town up there." He mused. "When you finish the trail, look for me around town. I'll be there. If you still want to be with me... then we could pursue a relationship like normal people. Coffee dates and stuff. If not... well, I'll buy you lunch."

"Is that another one of your movie references?" You chuckled. His plan sounded like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com.

"I'm serious." He explained. "My mom lives up there, and I've got nowhere else to be in four to five months."

"How am I supposed to find you?"

"I'm pretty sure the town population is in the double digits, and I'm definitely sure that me and my mom are the only mothpeople there." You considered his offer. It was all you had to look forward to, really.

"Let's shake on it." You extended a hand to him over the dying embers. He reached out to meet you, but then suddenly paused. "What's wrong?" You asked, a pang of fear striking you.

"I have one condition: when you inevitably run into my mom, our story has to be something other than, 'we met up on the trail and had sex after an embarrassingly short conversation and a camera flash,' okay?" You burst into laughter, as did he. He took your hand in his claw and shook enthusiastically.

"We have a deal." You answered. "Don't worry, I'll come up with something good."

"You better. You've got four-to-five months to craft it." He clicked. You smiled.

When you both finished your coffee, you gave him a hug and enjoyed the feeling of his neck fuzz on your cheek one last time. The fire had gone out, you packed up your tarp and sleeping bag, and you took a few steps north on the trail. You stopped soon after and turned, watching him go. He disappeared into the foliage. Sighing, you resumed your hike. To pass the time you talked to yourself.

"Ah, so nice to meet you, Mrs. Moth-mom. Yes, of course, we met at a pottery class."

No! Stupid.

"We were flying kites in the park, and ours got tangled up together—"

Now you sound like you're referencing sappy rom-coms.

You sighed. At least you'd have a while to come up with something convincing.

#monster x reader #lemon #male mothperson x female reader #mothman x reader #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster love #female reader

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Seen ✓ - 2

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader Warnings: light anxiety Word Count: 2.2k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam. A/N: Chapter 2! Our pals are kicking it off already. Can you smell the chemistry? The rOMANCE? LESSGO

Pictures used in this chapter were found on google images :)

Beta: no one.

Catch up! : Part 1 Masterlist

Chapter 2: overthinker.

From: y/n_andrews85 To: D_impala67 Subject: I have your phone. That sounds creepy. I don’t think there’s a non-creepy way of writing this. Whatever.

Dear Dean, is it?

I just wanted to let you know I found your phone at the bus stop the other night. I wasn’t planning on holding on to it, really, but I got worried that you may have been in trouble, and then you never really looked for it either so, I don’t know, I figured better than someone who’ll snatch it and leave, you know?

Anyways, that’s why I’m emailing. I snooped through it a little, sorry, hopefully you’ll understand it was kinda necessary? Maybe we can arrange something so I can get it back to you. This girl, Jamie, keeps sending me (well you technically) topless photos of her. It’s not really what lights my candle. I’m assuming you’d like it back too.

I hope you’re safe. Looking forward to hearing back from you!

Y/n Andrews

-

Do you believe me now?

oh god

you didn’t

Sure did

wow. just wow.

you just handed his ass back to him holy shit!

last time he called, he said he dropped his phone while walking back to his motel, so

he’s okay.

That’s good, I’m glad he’s safe.

I was planning on including something along the lines of “This would’ve been easier if you were an active member of the 21st century and used social media”

But I figured the Jamie thing was motive enough?

yeah. topless Jamie? that’s something else.

Don’t be getting any ideas, dude, I don’t do nudes lmao.

oh god, no i didn’t think that

you did not just type lmao though. how old are you again?

oh god, you’re not 14 or something right? i don’t know what that would make me.

Don’t worry about it, I turned 16 last week.

…

are you serious?

Lmao, no, I’m kidding. I’m twenty-two.

But I think the word you’re looking for is a creep. Oh, and an ageist.

ouch.

Haha, I’m joking.

Lighten up, what are you, ninety?

hi pot meet kettle.

Shit I walked right into that one.

also i’d like to think i don’t text like a ninety-year-old man. could be wrong though

to answer your question i’m twenty-four.                                

Twenty-four huh? I assume you’re done with college, no?

Or- wait, I guess not everyone goes to college.

Yes, this is me fishing for information.

well… i kinda dropped out.

decided to go on a road trip with my brother.

things went a little south I ended up continuing the family business.

Damn, college drop-out ey? Where from?

Also, Family business? What do you do?

Is this too interview-y? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop.

you’re good.

stanford. pre-law.

and my brother and i are private investigators. that’s why he’s not in Kansas with me. he’s working a case.

Daaaaamn. Stanford AND a lawyer? And now working as a PI? You’re pretty smart, then.

an ageist and a generalist? i didn’t take you for such y/n.

Fuck, okay, you sound like a lawyer too.

hahahah

so what about you?

What about me?

are you in college?

Oh yeah! Film school. My dream has always been to be a director. It’s rare to find someone who loves movies more than I do.

that’s really cool.

hey i’ve been meaning to ask.

Thinking of me, Sam?

…

Do tell.

how come you were walking home through a park in the middle of the night the other day?

Ooh, I was coming back from work.

I’m a bartender and I had a late shift on Friday.

oh I see. That makes sense yeah.

I’m sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m legitimately three seconds away from falling asleep. I’m gonna hit the hay.

See you later, Sam :)

See you, y/n :)

A smile creeps on Y/n’s features at the thought of more conversations with Sam. He has given her something to look forward to, something to make her a little more excited during her boring every-day life. As she tucks herself in under her covers, eyelids heavy enough to droop involuntarily, the last thing she thinks of is him, the clever, sassy, twenty-four year old college dropout on the other side of the cracked phone screen. The overwhelming urge to get to know him overtakes her as she succumbs to sleep

--

So

Do you believe in ghosts?

that’s… random.

May be

why do you ask?

Idk, just wanna get to know you better.

that’s what you ask people you want to get to know better?

Yes?

Are you avoiding the question?

no

i do. believe in ghosts.

You?

So do i.

Well, sorta. I guess I believe in souls more than anything.

hm?

Well… I guess I hope (more than believe) that we are more than our corporeal selves.

In the sense that, it’s comforting to me that when we die, and our bodies stop working, we don’t evaporate.

I guess.

yeah I understand.

i don’t know. i guess i wanna believe in science more than anything but i know better.

How do you mean?

call it a hunch.

Oh c’mon, it’s gotta be more than that.

Sam…?

Y/n huffs out a breath, gnawing at her lip. She hopes her anxiety isn’t right, that Sam isn’t sick of her silly questions and existential dread, and is actually doing something. Perhaps his battery ran out.

...Sure.

She was doing something too, before she decided to text him. Eyes falling on all her books and notes, spread around her like ugly, depressing, anxiety-inducing flower petals. There’s a blanket over her legs, chilly fall weather seeping through her bones, and there’s a half empty pizza box in front of her. She’s full and the left overs are kept for her sister, Emily, who’s currently locked up in her room.

Damn it. Y/n is stressed and tired, and now her distraction is refusing to reply. This sucks. She hates the crawling, awful, gooey feeling of cold anxiety gripping every beat of her heart and stupidly convincing her he’s purposefully ghosting her, because he doesn’t like her.

Not knowing what to occupy herself with, she heads to take a shower. In the back of her head, she knows that she’ll probably not study any longer, so she takes it upon herself to sink under the hot water and wash thoroughly, trying to get her mind off Dean’s phone. When her feet step out of the shower and she has towel-dried herself as best as she can, she tosses her wet hair in a haphazard bun, and gets dressed.

Books stack under the rickety, stained coffee table, and she grabs her sketchbook, her favorite pencil, as well as her and Dean’s phone. She shoots Connor a text, arranging a hang out of some kind, and opens her little booklet, when a text vibrates Dean’s phone.

hey i’m sorry i got caught up in something.

It’s alright.

She doesn’t press the ghost subject, because he doesn’t seem into it and she really doesn’t wanna make him dislike her any more than he possibly already does.

The empty page of her sketchbook daunts her. With a tight grip on her mechanical pencil, she urges her creativity pumps to use some gasoline, but they seem limp and dead, and once more unwilling to help her. As her eyes fall on Dean’s phone, like a light bulb out of a cartoon, she gets an idea.

Hey, this might sound creepy, but what do you look like?

She stares at the phone. This feels like a risky question. God, if he wasn’t done with her before, he certainly must be now. But then, he surprises her.

why do you wanna know?

I’m in the mood to sketch some, and my creativity has officially left the building.

Care to help a girl out? Maybe your literary descriptions will spark something in me lmao.

i didn’t know you sketched.

Yeah, sometimes. Nothing great though, I promise. I’m certainly no Picasso.

i mean you don’t have to be picasso to sketch well. and you don’t have to sketch well to sketch at all.

Yeah, may be.

I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you really don’t have to humor me.

If you do feel like it though, don’t send me a picture. Kinda wanna spark some life into my brain cells.

haha i will. only if you show me the finished product tho.

You’ve got yourself a deal :)

She simply cannot believe he has just agreed to this. Her breath is caught in her throat.

so.

what do you want me to start with?

Just whatever. Idk, tell me about your face.

well

i have brown curly-ish hair that reaches my ears. uh, my eyes are hazel.

Okay, that’s a start.

What’s your nose like?

it’s a bit pointy. thin i think?

Jawline?

sharp? i guess?

this is by far the weirdest thing i’ve done.

Lmao, yeah, this is pretty weird.

Exciting though.

She shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, that is definitely overeager.

yeah it is.

Her stomach feels floaty at his response.

Eyebrows?

uh

normal?

How do you classify “normal” eyebrows, exactly?

i don’t know? they’re simple i guess.

Are you implying complicated eyebrows exist out there?

…

Elaborate, Sam. Are you shy? Do you not have eyebrows? Are they bushy? Or too thin? Or pointy?

i’m telling you they’re average.

Sam

what

You officially suck at this.

oh fuck off how would you describe yours?

Y/n proceeds to write a cohesive sentence that includes adjectives apart from “normal” and “average”. Words like bushy, thin, arched and curvy.

well shit yeah i guess i do suck at this.

i think it’s not a skill i mind not having.

That… is a confusing sentence.

just… draw them however. what difference can eyebrows make?

Oh you have no idea.

Okay, last thing.

Do you have a fringe?

yeah but not for long. i’ll probably let it grow out.

Okay, I can do something with that. Thanks :)

no problem

Her creativity is finally servicing her according to her commands, and Y/n puts pen to paper and scribbles messily. Line after line, they curl and sit on the page, forming a smile with thin lips, a sharp jaw, a pointy nose. She has to guess the eyebrows a bit, and the eyes are more cartoonish and generic than she likes. In the end, she gets anxious at the prospect of having to show him, and gives him a hood, so she won’t fuck up the hair.

Okay, I’m done.

that was quick, actually.

Well I didn’t have much to go on.

Sam doesn’t reply. She worries he might have misinterpreted her teasing tone.

Gimme a sec, I’ll send it over.

Ugh, Dean’s camera is such shit. Do you mind if I send it from my phone?

no go ahead.

[Y/n has sent a picture]

As you said, it didn’t take long. It’s really not the best.

that…

is actually not too far from the truth

it kind of looks like me from two years ago

wow, really?

yeah.

and it’s honestly a pretty good sketch. good job.

Thank you :)

Sam doesn’t say anything after this, and she huffs. Her head falls back on the couch, and she stares at the ceiling. She should go to bed soon, it’s getting late.

isn’t this strange?

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, she thinks. He’s regretting this. He doesn’t like her. He’ll stop talking to her and that’ll be it.

Why does she care so much? It’s a thought that passes through her mind. It hasn’t been long since they started talking and, after the near-kidnapping encounter, they’ve been having nearly daily conversations, but that still doesn’t mean much. She knows barely anything about him.

She guesses, she wants to get to know him better. He seems like the type of guy she’d enjoy hanging out with and she has so far. Stopping any kind of conversation would surely feel like a loss. She’d have to go back to her boring routine. This is the most exciting thing she has allowed herself to do in years.

A part of her feels rather lame for finding such a thrill at something so trivial. She’s talking to a stranger, and that’s all it is, but the prospect that he could be anyone at all, and she’s never even seen his face… well… It feels refreshing, new. Scary in an adrenaline-rush kind of way.

What is?

us. texting.

isn’t it a little odd?

I guess it is a bit.

I mean we’ve only known each other for, what, a week? And a half?

yeah.

should we stop?

I don’t know

Do you want to?

The extra moment his reply takes to arrive makes her want to vomit.

no

Then there’s your answer.

okay then

can I save you in my contacts?

Sure, go ahead.

I just did too.

alright.

Okay :)

I’m sorry, I have to go.

I guess I’ll text you later, Sam.

Go be whoever Sam Something is.

it’s winchester.

Like the shotgun?

yup.

That’s BADASS. Can you even get more badass than this? Pre-law, now a PI, and you’re named after a shotgun? Damn dude.

Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n Andrews.

Haha thanks.

nice to meet you, too

goodnight Y/n Andrews.

Night Sam Winchester :)

--- Part 3

A/N: Thoughts? How are you liking the newer version of this? right after I post it, I’m gonna delete the other one.

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[marinerainbow]

Hi! I have a Darkwing request! In the show, there is one clip where Gos needs to get in bed, but she won’t. So Drake chases her, until he gets distracted. It was such a cute moment! I was wondering if you could write just a small amount of family fluff, where Drake is chasing Gos around the house, while Launchpad watches, possibly cheering them both on. It’s ok if you don’t! No pressure! That moment is just really cute!

EEEE!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT A REQUEST THIS EARLY!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Anyways, I better calm down so you can (hopefully) enjoy a drabble! I'm still new to writing so hopefully it wont suck too much.

-

"GOSALYN!"

The red headed girl slid under the coffee table, her father jumped over it.

Launchpad was standing off to the side as he watched his two best friends chase each other around the house. He knew well by now it was best to stay out of the way when they got like this.

"C'mon 'DW!" The pelican called out after dodging the two speeding avians, "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if 'Gos stayed up for a little longer?" He asked, trying to reach a compromise.

"Yeah dad!" Of course Gosalyn would agree with that, "It's only 10:30! I'm twelve now so I can stay up a bit longer!"

Drake may have been a crime fighting hero, but if there was one person in the entire world who could give him a run for his money, it was most definitely his daughter. He may have been fighting criminals for years, but Gosalyn was small, a hockey player, and spirited.

"Staying up past your bedtime is bad for your health!" Drake exclaimed after emerging from the closet he crashed into, "When I say it's time for bed young lady, I mean it!"

Drake had almost caught Gosalyn, before she leapt out of his grasp and over the lazy boy. Exasperated, he called out to his trusty sidekick, "Launchpad!"

Launchpad jumped out of the way just in time before either duck rammed into him, "Well uh, you know 'Gos, your dad's right! Not getting enough sleep can make you tired all the time and you cant focus on work, you could get bags under your eyes, maybe you should go to be-"

The crash and frustrated yell that was heard from the kitchen told Launchpad that they were all gonna be here for awhile.

-

The short duck sluggishly walked down the stairs, he looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Which considering who he was chasing around the house only an hour ago, he probably did.

Gosalyn had finally tuckered out after... a few hours or so of running, hiding, and sneaking out of bed. Drake was finally able to tuck her in, sing her her lullaby- despite how much she claimed she was too old, Drake could see the smile form on Gosalyn's face when he offered to sing it to her. Only minutes ago was she resisting bedtime, but now she was sound asleep.

Drake practically collapsed onto the couch, Launchpad was waiting for him with a glass of water, which Drake wasted no time in chugging.

Launchpad chuckled a bit seeing his friend, he would have been more than happy to help but Drake insisted on getting Gosalyn to bed himself, "Looks like 'Gos finally hit the hay huh?"

Drake looked like he was ready to pass out himself, he didnt respond so Launchpad continued, "Looks like your battery could use a little recharge too! Hehe."

"What? No I'm fine!" The duck claimed, raising a single finger in the air, forcing himself to stand and make a heroic pose, "My spirited daughter is no match for the terror that flaps in the night!"

Launchpad resisted the urge to remind Drake that Gosalyn had actually threw him off her trail without leaving the house.

Instead, he stood up and stretched, "So DW, we got any crime fighting to catch up on?"

At this, the mallard sunk back on the couch, looking dejected and frustrated at the same time, "No! Not a single crime tonight! Since when dies a city not have crime!?"

Nevermind the fact that this has happened a couple times.

Launchpad offered Drake a reassuring smile, "Hey, that means you can get some rest! From the looks of things you need a nap after that chase, hehe!"

Drake gave Launchpad a slight glare, he knew that the pelican meant well, but how could he rest when his city could be in trouble? "Oh please LP, hasn't being my sidekick taught you anything? St. Canard is never 'at peace'! In fact, I bet there will be a robbery right now!" Than he clicked on the radio that was sitting on the lamp table.

Nothing to report.

"Uh, DW-"

"Ok, ok, ok, so maybe the broadcaster is late!" Drake exclaimed, "Theres no problem in checking!"

Launchpad sighed as he watched his friend head over to the two chairs that would lead to his secret lair. Sitting on one, he looked expectantly at Launchpad, "C'mon LP!"

Launchpad stood up and walked towards Drake, but he didnt sit down in the other chair, "C'mon DW," he started, "It's late! And Gosalyn tuckered you out! Theres no harm in taking a power nap!"

Drake shook his head as he looked at Launchpad scoldingly, "Launchpad, like I told you, imperfectly Fi..."

As if on cue, Drake let out a massive yawn.

...

Launchpad crossed his arms and quirked a brow at Drake but he still smiled, "That looks pretty tired to me."

Drake crossed his arms, not unlike a child who didnt get their way, "I'm not tired!"

Launchpad shook his head, not in a dissapointed manner, and said, "Drake, you havent been getting much sleep lately, you should take this chance!"

Logically speaking, Drake knew Launchpad was right. He had to tell Gosalyn that every other night. But st the same time, he wasnt a twelve year old, he was St. Canards hero! He couldnt just sleep now!

Even so, Drake couldnt deny the way his eyes felt droopy, or how it felt like the chair he was sitting in felt like it was pulling him into itself. Not to smother him, but to lull him to sleep.

Of course, no chair- no matter how comfy it may be- was no match for the great Darkwing Duck! He would rise above this bout of exhaustion! He would show the world that nothing could keep the terror that flaps in the night down!

However, he should have made that resolve sooner, for now the hero of St. Canard had succumbed to the clutches of sleep.

...

'Wow,' the pelican thought, 'I didnt think that would work!'

At first, Launchpad considered carrying Drake upstairs to his own bedroom, but than he remembered that with Drakes instincts, he would be wide awake and alert if someone touched him.

So instead, Launchpad quickly, but quietly, got a spare blanket from the linen closet and carefully placed it over his friend. He wanted to grab a pillow too, but he would have to have moved Drakes head to fit it under him.

When he made sure Drake was snug, Launchpad sat back down on the couch, leaning his head against his palm as he felt his own eyes get droopy.

Launchpad would have gone to his own bedroom to sleep, but before he knew it, he had fallen against the couch, already snoring peacefully.

End.

_

I meant to get this done sooner, but I was having a hard time getting the scenes in my head and portraying them into words, sorry for the wait!

I... I dont know if it's just my own paranoia, but I feel like the ending was bland. I coukdnt think of anything else to put in.

But anyways, I would VERY much appreciate constructive criticism! Dont be shy!

Again, thank you so much for requesting! Have a good day!

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[riderdrauggrim]

Day Unknown. Sat, Sep 26, 2020.

Nervous about randomly hiding in 4G Motorsports parking lot, I'm awake a few short hours later around 6:30. I have the tent packed by 8:30, and huddle beside the bike, waiting for staff.

9:00 rolls around and I approach the doors, making my way back to the Parts/Service desk. A young woman who's family shifts her between Alberta and Toronto seems thrilled to meet someone else from Ontario. We check if they have a replacement battery in stock. They do not. And their mechanics are not in on the weekends.

But!

There's a MAGNACHARGE Battery megaemporium RIGHT across the street!

Heartened my luck might be improving, I trot over.

Nope.

They're closed on weekends.

I trot back to 4G, on the way calling Riverside Honda in St. Albert, the blokes who'd changed my tires. They sold their last YTZ14S on Friday. BUT they'd ordered more and they should arrive at the start of this coming week.

I run over my problems with their parts guy. He suggests I remove the battery and try starting the bike with another random battery attached; That might be able to isolate if it is my battery or my starter system/charging stator/rectifier/words.

Sounds good.

Back at 4G I ask if they have a charger or a booster. The parts girl knows where a tender is, but not how to use it. It's okay, I do. They graciously let me push the bike inside their service bay so I can tinker on it, good thing too as it starts to drizzle outside.

So! My battery: Out and Charging.

My bike: New battery hooked up to test the ignition.

My key: In the ignition, turning to activate the bike-*Crack*.

One of the few flaws I've found with the NC750 design is the key is needed in a secondary lock. Turn one way to unlock the frunk (front trunk) where the gas tank USUALLY sits on a motorcycle. Turn the other way to unlock the latch securing the passenger seat, this allowing you to lift it up to reveal the gas cap to fill the tank, which sits under the rider. The problem with this lock is the key does not fully insert. It's about 3/4 depth to the ignition proper.

Over time, this has created something of a weak point on the key itself, occasionally twisting ever so slightly if too much pressure is applied, if the latches are sticky, or the frunk is overfull and a bit jammed. This was usually corrected by sticking the key in and turning it the other way, straightening the blade out again. For this trip, due to the tail luggage making lifting the passenger seat incredibly difficult at best, I had opted to outright remove the pillion cover, leaving the gas cap exposed for easy access. All I needed the secondary lock for was to get in and out of the frunk, which I was doing several times a day to fetch out Goose and Hat, or store drinks, or change power banks.

Perhaps it was this excess of one direction twisting that finally did the blade in.

Perhaps it was just six years of use and wear.

Perhaps life just wanted to take the difficulty level up a notch.

In any event.

I was left holding the top quarter of my key. The remainder still inside the ignition. Even if I can get a new battery, I can now no longer turn on the bike.

My coworker who helped fund this adventure texts me to see how things are going. I tell him my key just snapped in half. He says if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. We discuss options. I'm 3,505 km from home. I'm 427 km from the nearest Honda dealership. I just want to Abandon Quest and Hearthstone out of here, but that's not an option. So I work through various plans.

I call Riverside back and get the Service department. Nick remembers me. I fill him in on the last twelve hours. "Wow." Indeed. He puts me on hold and consults his coworkers. If I can get it there, they'll try and squeeze me in and get this sorted. Some people have good luck using super glue to get broken keys out and then jury rigged back together. With my luck, I'll make a mess and fuse the tumblers and need an entirely new ignition system. The key is also a newer blade style, not a normal tooth house lock key. It's supposed to be stronger, amusingly enough. But it's not the sort of thing local locksmiths should be able to replicate, it needs a Dealership. So even if I got a Fort McMurray locksmith to fish the main part out, if he can't make a new one, I still can't Go.

AND there's the pressing matter of the battery.

During all this my battery on the tender has completed charging. I restore it into the bike, or try to, as the damn nut in the contact for the red lead slips out of the holder and falls precisely through the ONE (1) hole at the bottom of the compartment and somewhere onto the engine block. I don't hear it hit the belly pan, and wedging my fingers into every nook, curve and cranny yields nothing but grimy hands.

I call CAA anew. I get the same woman as the night before, so that helped since she already knew the first part of this story. I now have Multiple Problems that can not be fixed locally. St. Albert is outside the Alberta tow range of 350km. But my membership is from Niagara, and I'm covered for 500km. She calls them to approve it. They say 'of course'. One hurdle down.

She contacts the tow company. New hurdle.

Due to the nine hour round-trip commute, they don't run every single broken vehicle south to Edmonton every time someone breaks down. They wait for multiple items, load them all on a long truck, and do a couple runs a week. So. Yes, they can get my bike to St. Albert. Eventuallllyyyyy.

I get it; from a logistics and efficiency and financial perspective it makes perfect sense.

From a "but... my bike..." and waiting for a nebulous amount of time in a hotel somewhere just for it to get TO the mechanics, nevermind the unknown timeframe of the shop having time to look at it, figure out what's wrong, order new parts if needed, and install them.... Hrrrggggnnnnn.

So EMI came with the short bed and picked up the bike from 4G. The logic being, now it's in their secure compound, ready to go, and when they have a load ready, they'll shove it on and take it south for me. Solid.

How do -I- get back to Edmonton.

Well, there's several buses that run the corridor, presumably for the mine workers to get up and back around their shift days. Awesome!

Oh but they don't run again until Monday. Less awesome!

But what can you do.

My bike won't leave until monday at the /earliest/ anyway, so me being there any sooner really makes no difference.

I book a ticket - cheap at 65$! For a nearly five hour trip? I paid 85$ plus tip for the 20 minute taxi ride from Supertest Hill to Fort McMurray the night prior.

Leaving Monday at 8:30am, arrive near downtown Edmonton. Found a hotel for 80$ within a block of Riverside Honda, not as cheap as my beloved Whitemud, but Whitemud Inn being at the south center of the Edmonton bubble, I'd be paying more than the 15$ a night difference in a cab to get up to St. Albert region. So I'll be right nearby the bike if we can get it going, or I need something from my bags.

In the meantime.

I found an RV campsite literally next door to the bus stop. I called the owner and explained my experiances, and my need for somewhere to simply hide in a tent until Monday morning. Sure, I could try and hide -anywhere-, but for my own safety, and nerves, if I can do this cheap and legal, the better for it. She says she can help me out. She offers a site for a price considerably cheaper than the nearby hotels, which I of course agree to. It's a twenty minute walk from 4G, made longer by hauling two drybags of tent/sleeping bag and essentials, and a third partial of food. Plus wearing my gear. And being somewhat small and scrawny. I take several rests. I drink my Gatorades. I make it. She has the sweetest tabby cat with white socks, no tail, and the SOFTEST fur. Name 'Trouble'. Awwww.

Transaction complete, I set up my tent, kindly serenaded by a curious magpie.

I hear a nearby RV owner pull up, truck doors closing, and then I see a giant white monster making a beeline straight for me. My best guess would be Lab/Samoyed. The head was very much the rectangle block and jowls of a lab, but the pelt was definitely a living cloud. It gives an very quick sniff at my tent, and promptly accepts me petting it. I realize I've been pet-starved during my journey. All my stress is put on pause as I scruffle the heck out of this random dog's sides. In fact, twice I tried to move one hand to teach for my phone for a photo, and he turned in annoyance to see why I'd partially stopped. I hear a woman calling, and ask if he needs to go. He makes no move. In fact he tries to push backwards closer. On a whim, I drop to my rear and make a bowl with my legs. He promptly fills said bowl with his rump. Me on my butt and him on his haunches, I came up to his shoulders.

Good dog.

A woman shouts again, more insistent. I give him a bump with my leg. He resigns himself to getting up and heading home. I realize the owner can't see us, so I pop up and apologize for stealing her dog. She realizes he hadn't just ran off for no reason, and laughs, saying he loves people. Yes, I had learned this.

I needed that.

There's a valley beside the camp ground.

The trees are spent matchsticks, grey and charred and empty against the sky. New growth slowly fills in around the dead wood. I don't know if this is a remainder of the BIG fire of 2016, or another more recent event. It's a staggering amount of devastation, and only a small fragment of the damage done.

The clouds out here... I love skyscapes.

Beautiful.

[avengerscompound]

Mixology - The Morning After

Mixology - A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count:  2952

Series Warnings:  Angst, Character death, Breaking up and making up, past trauma, pregnancy, talk of abortion, smut (vaginal sex, fingering, other things)

Synopsis:   Steve Rogers comes into your bar and after a night of flirting you take him home.  When he leaves the next day you never expect to see him again.

A/N:  This fic was written pre-Infinity War.  So while it follows canon for a while, it then veers off wildly at the end.

The Morning After

You wake up engulfed from behind by large arms.  The room is filled with light and you open your eyes glancing at your clock.  10.30.  Decent sleep in, in the end.  Steve stirs beside you.  His grip tightens around your body, pulling you against him.  He nuzzles his face into your hair and presses his hips against you.  He’s hard and his erection pushes against your ass.

“Good morning.”  You say.  You run your fingers down his forearms, tracing your fingertips over the prominent veins that lead down to his hands.

He hums and his hands start roaming over your body.  You don’t want him to stop, but your stupid bladder has other ideas.

He rolls away from you suddenly and sits up.  “I better call work.  Tell them I’m not coming in.”  

He picks his phone off the bedside table.  It’s one of those Stark Tech ones and he swipes his finger around the screen for a second before holding it to his ear.  

“Good morning.  It’s Captain Rogers.  I won’t be able to make it in today …  I injured myself on my morning workout … No, I don’t need medical attention … I am aware of that.”  He holds his phone out in front of him then looks back at you.  “Battery went flat.  That’s a shame.”  He carefully places the phone back on the bedside table and rolls back over, pinning you to the bed.

“Now,”  He says, kissing that spot just below your ear, “I think we should take a shower together.”

You wriggle out from underneath him.  “Okay, but I need to pee first.”  You squeak and dash into the bathroom.

After you’re done, you brush your teeth and let Steve use the bathroom too.  When you hear the shower start up you go back in to join him.  He’s already naked and standing under the water so you strip off and climb in with him.  When he turns to you, you nearly audibly gasp. You actually bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from making a sound.

He is literally the most perfect example of a human being you’ve ever seen.  Every single muscle on his body is huge and well defined.  His cock though.  His cock is a dildo creator's wet dream.  It is thick and long, and just perfect.  Veined without being too veined.  Totally straight.  You try and remember if you’ve ever seen cock as big as his before.  Not in person, that’s definitely true.  In porn?  Maybe.  It’s a little intimidating if you’re honest with yourself.

You wonder if you should compliment him.  Do guys like that?  Fuck it, you’re doing it anyway.  “Nice package you’re sporting there, pal.”  You grin at him like the idiot you currently feel like and mentally curse yourself.

He starts laughing.  “Thank you?”  He says.  

You shake your head and start giggling.  “I’m sorry.  I’m an idiot.”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards him.  He guides your fingers to his cock and moves them up and down his length.  He stiffens under your palm and you wrap your fingers around it.  As you pump your fist up and down his shaft he starts kissing you.  He spins you both so you’re under the water and pushes you against the wall.  His mouth moves down your neck to your chest.  Each kiss is accompanied by the graze of teeth on your skin.  

When he reaches your breast he teases your nipple with his teeth and the point of his tongue.  When your nipple hardens he moves to the other breast and repeats the process.  After what feels like a tortuously long time he sucks one nipple into his mouth.  It sends a jolt through you and you groan.  Your head falls back, pressed against the shower wall and you lift your leg and wrap it around Steve’s waist, pulling him against you.

“Steve,”  You breathe, “Let me …”

He pulls away from you and you drop to your knees.  You run your tongue up his length, tracing it over the veins and ridges.  You take him into your mouth, sucking on the head.  His hips move forward and you allow him to push his cock further into you, opening your throat for him. It feels like the amount you can take isn’t as much as what you can’t though.  So you use your hands on his shaft and stroke him as you suck and lick and roll your tongue over his dick.

Steve places his hands on the bathroom wall and leans against it as you bring him to orgasm with your mouth.  

“Y/N, I’m gonna…”  He pants a warning.  You increase your speed, sucking harder, forcing as much of him down your throat as you can.  You want him to come in your mouth.  You want to taste him.  Swallow what he can give you.

He comes with a jerk and you drink him down.   He pulls you to your feet and crouches in front of you.  His tongue slips between your folds and as he runs it up towards your clit you put your leg over his shoulder.  He presses his tongue down on your clit.  You gasp and he grabs your other leg and lifts you from the floor.  You lean back against the wall and grip the shower head to stop you from falling.  Steve laps and sucks at your pussy.  It’s like he’s paying close attention to every move and sound you make because he goes from moving his mouth around your folds to focused directly on that little mound of nerves that set you off coming into his mouth.  

He adjusts you so that you slide down his front, setting you onto your feet.  “Wow.  That was crazy.”  You say.

Steve laughs.  “Thanks for trusting me.”  He says and kisses you on the top of your head.  He grabs your shower puff and squirts some of your blueberry shower gel into it.  Slowly and tenderly he washes you.  It makes your scalp prickle as he lathers up your body.

“I don’t think I’ve even had an actual boyfriend who did anything like that before.”  You breathe.

“I’m sorry to hear that.  You deserve to be looked after.”  Steve says.  

You both finish up the shower.  You put on a robe and Steve just stays with his towel wrapped around his waist.

“You hungry?”  You ask.

“Starving.”

You put on some coffee and start mixing pancakes.  It takes a while because Steve won’t keep his hands off you.  He stays close behind you, running his hands over your ass, gripping your waist.  He’ll kiss and nuzzle at your neck and randomly spin you to face him so you can kiss as he grinds into you.  Finally, you get the mixture ready and you turn on your griddle.

“I can add something to these if you want.  I have choc-chips and blueberries.”  You offer.

“I should say the blueberries shouldn’t I?”  Steve asks.  

You shrug.   “It’s already fat, sugar and carbs.  I think you can do whatever you want at this point.”

“Choc-chips.”  

As you cook Steve starts looking around your apartment.  “You like bartending?”  He asks.

“Not always. The job I have now is good.  I’ve just been using it as a way to see the world.  Means I can see a place for longer.”  You reply.

“How long have you been traveling for?”  

You pause and think, serving up a pancake and sliding it over your breakfast bar to him.  You pour him a coffee and put the creamer on the counter for him to add himself.  “About three years I guess.  I liked going around Europe a lot.  My visa ran out though, so now I’m just seeing as much of the states as I can. You must have seen a bit of Europe too.”

Steve laughs, but it’s slightly uncomfortable.  “It was a little different when I saw it.”

“Shit.  Sorry.  Of course.  That must have been horrible.  I couldn’t imagine having to live when you’ve been part of that.”  You say.  Your words seem to have made it worst though.  He darkens.  “Sorry.  Why am I bringing shit like this up?  I’m the worst one-night stand ever.”

Steve walks around the bar into the kitchen.  He turns you to face him and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace.  “Don’t talk about yourself like that.  You aren’t a one night stand.”

You shake your head.  “That’s not what this is?”

“It might be what this is.  It isn’t what you are.”  He says.  Why do his words both hurt and feel amazing?  You don’t feel bad about having casual sex but it’s like he sees you.  You aren’t just a hole he can stick his dick into.  He sees the person you are.  “The things I do…  My past…”  He pauses and shakes his head.

“You don’t have to…”  

“Sometimes the right thing to do isn’t the easiest to live with.  You live with it because you have to.”  He finishes.  He reaches past you, picks up the spatula and flips the pancake on the griddle.  “Now I didn’t take off work to dwell on bad things.  Happy talk from now on.”  His hands go to your face and you kiss. You never want it to end.  If you died right now, it would be happy.  

He lets you go and you serve up the pancake and make yourself a coffee.  You go sit down on the couch and Steve joins you.  

“What made you want to travel?”  He asks, taking a bite of pancake.

“The world is big, and my life experience was small.  I didn’t really have anything to keep me tied down, so why not?”  You explain.  “It’s been good.  You never wanted to travel?”

“I guess it would be good to see the world as a civilian.”  He says.  He opens his mouth like he’s going to say more and then closes it again.

“I spent some time in Australia.  I met these people and we went into the bush.  That’s what they call the forest there.  Did you know that?”  You say. Steve shakes his head. “It’s funny, isn’t it.  Going into the bush.  Anyway… we found this pond I guess you’d call it.  They said it was a billabong. Australian’s are weird.  We decided to skinny dip.  When we got out, some animal had taken half our clothes.  That was a fun return trip.”

Steve starts laughing and you move your feet so they are pressed up against his leg.  “What did you do?”

“Well we shared what was still there between us, and we hid behind trees a lot.”  You hook your toes into his towel and pull it so it falls loose around him.  He smirks at you.  “You ever go skinny dipping?”

“Me?  No, never.”  Steve says.  He puts his plate onto the coffee table.  He pushes your legs apart and starts kissing up your calves.  Each kiss ends with a soft bite.  Each bite gets harder the further up he travels.

“Maybe you should.”  You say.  “Live dangerously.”

He looks up at you.  “You don’t think my life has enough danger in it?”  

You stab a piece of pancake onto your fork and offer it to him.  He takes a bite and you put your plate down next to his.  “See that’s different.  You go out and do what you do.  Save the world. You risk your life sure.  Maybe you’ll get injured, maybe you die.  You’re still seen as Captain America.  You go out and get caught skinny dipping with some friends.  Or maybe some lovers even.  You can’t physically get hurt. But if you get caught, well then people get to see Steve, don’t they?  Maybe they don’t like what they see?”

“I’m not sure that Steve is the kind of guy who goes skinny dipping though.”   He says.  He runs his face up the inside of your thigh.  With his morning stubble, it scratches and you squirm a little.

“Steve?”  He looks up at you and smiles.  “They say you can’t get sick, is that true?”

“Yes.  One of the things the serum did for me.”  

You bite your lip and run your fingers down his jaw.  “Well, I’m on birth control.  If you want to forego any other protection.  I’m okay with it.  It’s up to you.”

“You’re trusting me with a lot.”

“You’re not trustworthy?”  You ask.

“I like to think I am.  But you don’t really know me.”  He pulls the tie on your robe and pushes it open.  

“You don’t know me either.  I could be lying about the birth control.  I’m not.  I think you’re trustworthy.  Now it’s in your court to decide if I am.  I won’t be offended if you decide I’m not.”  

Steve gets up.  He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bed, placing you gently on the mattress.  You look him over again and feel real trepidation over what you’re about to do. What if he doesn’t fit?  What if trying to force him to really hurts?

He climbs between your legs again resuming the little kissing expedition up your legs that he’d started on the couch.  Each kiss is, lips followed by the graze of teeth.  They make your skin tingle all over, and when he reaches your pussy the last kiss on your thigh is not kiss at all.  He bites you, pulling at your flesh with his teeth.  You moan and heat floods your cunt.  

He runs his nose up between your folds.  Its point briefly touches on your clit and you hiss, the muscles in your legs tightening.  His tongue flicks over that swollen bundle of nerves sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.  Two of his fingers are inserted into your cunt.  He curls them stroking them over your internal walls.  Teasing over your g-spot.  He moves them like he’s trying to coax an orgasm out of you.  Beckoning it to him.

You start to writhe and moan under him.  Your orgasm builds and you grip the sheets squeezing your eyes closed as you focus on it.  “Steve, of fuck!  Oh god!”  You cry.

“Not yet.”  He growls.  

You open your eyes and look down at him startled.  He is watching you now.  He removes his fingers from your cunt only to quickly return them with a third.  He strokes them inside you and twists his hand so his knuckles grind against your g-spot.  You cry out arching your back.

“Do you like that?”  He asks.  

“Oh god yes.  Please.”  You moan.

He spreads his fingers inside you, increasing the pleasantly full sensation inside you.  “You feel that?”  He asks.

“Yes.  Please, Steve.  Please.”  You plead with him.

“I’m no bigger than that.”  He said.  “You don’t need to be worried.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay.”  You whimper.  He curls his fingers and returns his mouth to your clit, nibbling on it.  His fingers press down on your g-spot and you come, clenching around his fingers.  

He removes his hand and crawls up your body, placing kisses at random intervals as he approaches your mouth.  When his body is aligned with yours you grab his hair and pull him into a kiss.  Your tongue exploring his mouth.

He pulls away from you and you chase him, sucking his bottom lip.  He smiles at you and takes your hand guiding it to his cock.  He wraps your fingers around his girth.  

“You’re in control.”  He says, looking deep into your eyes.  “Guide me to where it’s comfortable.”

You line his cock up with your entrance and he slowly pushes in.  You sigh as he fills you, paying close attention to how his cock feels inside of you.  Your head tilts back slightly, your lips parted and he places small kisses along your jaw.  

His cock hits a spot where there is a slight sting and your grip tightens around him.  He stops pushing and he tilts your face back to his.  “There?”  he asks.

You let your body adjust and you shake your head.  “More.”  You breathe.

He pushes in further.  You feel him reach that limit where pleasure becomes pain and you stop him.  You let his cock go wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.  He allows you a moment to adjust to him and he begins to thrust.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.  He alternates between a gentle, pleasant rhythm allowing you to feel his cock run along the ridges of your cunt, to just pounding into you so you can’t even catch your breath.  You feel like you’re about to come undone.  Just when you think this is it, nothing can possibly feel any better than Steve Rogers’ dick inside of you, he brings his arm between your bodies and his fingers find your clit.  

You come.  Explosively.  Clinging to him as if he’s somehow stopping you from falling into an abyss.  You yell his name, and he bites down on your shoulder, grunting as he spills inside of you.  

He slips out of you and collapses down beside you.  You link your fingers with his and just lie on your back beside him panting.

“I think you just ruined me for all men, Steve.”  You say.  “I have to switch teams now.  Or maybe just give up sex forever.  Because that was it.  That was the best sex I’m ever going to have.” Steve starts laughing and he pulls you into his arms.  “Don’t say that.  We still have most of the afternoon available to us.”

// NEXT

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #angst #mixology #the morning after

[bitterbeanren]

The best March 17th of my LIFE

My first ever day at Emerald City Comic Con

Scroll to the bottom if you’re only here for my CR cast (sadly incomplete) hug reviews.

So this year, 2019, was the year that I went to ECCC for the first time in my existence. And it was only for one day, but I have a ton of feels. What I’ve written here is incomplete, and just what I can remember, Sunday was a busy day!

I only started getting into Critical Role about a year ago because of posts I saw on this platform and wow, it was really cool. This was after my wonderful month in the hospital and my life-changing trip to Japan. It was mostly something I watched to pass the time, but I am an avid lover of storytelling and of dice collecting so... it stuck with me. Deciding to go to ECCC was kind of a spur of the moment thing that my Partner and I decided to do when looking through the guest list, because most of the CR cast was going to be there, so yeah! Just one day. Hotels are expensive and the 4 day passes were already sold out when we decided to go. And even though I am jobless and stressed and exhausted, it was worth every cent, every minute, and to me the day was everything.

I am a Canadian human, so we woke up hella early to drive to the convention. The plan was to get there, line up to see the vendors, then hurry our booty’s to our photo op, then chill until our autograph sessions and then hopefully check out vendors again before grabbing some dinner. I got to meet someone I befriended on a Fjorester Server (Dunno if I’m allowed to tag them so imma just nott), and they were so nice and cool and their cosplay was very very pretty! So many CR cosplayers let me take pictures with them, and if I’m honest my social energy had started to wear out, but I was having fun (even though I’d forgotten my Tal’dorei campaign book across the border, still kicking myself for that). Since I left behind what I’d wanted to get signed, the hunt was on for something that I loved enough to get autographed. Oh! and I ran into a rl friend of mine and got a couple good hugs so that made me happy and helped recharge my battery a bit.

And then it was Photo Op time.

I got the team up picture with my partner, because I just wanted to be around the group that created such a wonderful community for me to become a part of and even though my partner isn’t as hype as me they are very supportive and also a Sam Riegel fan.. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but the longer I stand in a line the more anxious and nervous I get. So as the line of critters kept moving, I got more and more panicked. One of the people helping with the line stopped me to ask if I was alright, to tell me that it was going to be fine, and then it was our turn. The first thing out of my mouth was “MATT MERCER WILL YOU CURSE MY DICE?” while awkwardly holding out my Wildmount dice bag. The lines for photo ops always move so fast, and I wasn’t able to pre-order a mercer autograph session so I knew that would be my one opportunity to interact with him. And I felt SO DUMB. But they laughed, and it felt like I actually did something funny, and Marisha and Laura stood on either side of me and we got ready to pose, and I think Matt said “Wait, curse?!” and I was like “YEAH CURSE” because in my mind, cursing my dice would go one of two ways: 1, it would roll FANTASTIC and screw over my players, or 2, it would roll horribly and help my players succeed. Plus, I don’t think I could actually trust any of them to bless my dice. The drive down to Seattle was spent listening to a Vox Machina episode where there were so many natural 1′s.

After the photo was taken, I was exhausted. Didn’t help that I hadn’t eaten since the night before. Didn’t help that I hadn’t had a single sip of coffee. It’s possible that everyone has bad convention habits, but I’m kind of mad at myself for mine. Seriously Ren, you need to eat and stay hydrated!

We went to the Nintendo thing and I pet a couple of dogs that were helping out for at least twenty minutes. There’s just something about petting a dog when you’re anxious that makes all the stress melt away. Then we decided to grab some past 2PM lunch and surprisingly ran into my online friend again! we all ended up grabbing chipotles together, it was a good time (but sadly the last time I saw my online friend for the rest of the day. I’m glad we had goodbye hugs after we ate!). Then it was autograph time. Since I’m an awkward canadian human, I brought some flash cards with notes on them so I’d remember what I wanted to say to people. And since Ashley and Matt were impossible for me to talk to, I wrote a couple things to give to the others to give to them. First person we saw was Sam, which went relatively well. Got a hug, it was a good dad-like hug, if that makes sense. And then my awkward showed and I pulled out the card of things I wanted to tell Liam and said “Please give this to your husband!”

No lie, instant response: “Yeah, of course!” <-Or something of that variation.

Next was Travis. We spoke to him about his work on Ouran and I couldn't find the notes I’d written so I didn’t talk about Fjord, but I made 2 requests. The first was for him to give my note for Ashley to Brian, which he did AUTOMATICALLY. The second was for either a hug or a crisp high five. We both received the crispiest of fives. My partner said that he probably didn’t give me a hug because I’m short and he didn’t want to hurt his back. I MEAN I AM NOTT THAT SHORT TRAVIS IS JUST VERY VERY TALL.

After that we hopped into the Laura line and I chatted with some of the critters around me. Jester and Cad are my two favourite characters, but Laura Bailey is a human I actually needed to read off of my card for because I was so nervous to meet her. I gave her a recipe that I’d been working on for awhile tied with a pretty pink bow. “The Traveler’s Cinnamon Scones!” I’d named them, and one of these days I’ll be posting the recipe for everyone else to try if they want. We’d even brought a few scones and offered them, and she took them, and she gave me a great big warm hug and said in her Jester voice “The Traveler is with you my child” and when we lined up for Liam next, I sat on the ground and cried a little. I felt so bad, because with each of them that I met the more anxious I got and it made it harder and harder to talk to them. For Liam it was the hardest though, because I’d stupidly given his note to Sam. And he asked me for my name, and I broke because I didn’t think he would. And the only thing I could remember was how I loved him playing so many random NPC’s in Fallout New Vegas. My partner talked to him a bit more than me, but I told him that Sam was hopefully going to give him my note later because I just... couldn’t remember through the panic. Liam was the first to give me both a crisp high five and a hug.

Taliesin was next, and my awkward was showing. His hair is just as majestic in person as it is on camera. I told him about how Cad is like, the best big brother in my eyes and how he’s basically the M9′s big bro. He thanked me and told me that that was what he was going for. We both said we were tired and I told him to travel safely. Tal said that he was going to sleep on the plane and I was kind of just like “Lucky! I’m driving so I won’t get to sleep!” I don’t know if his laugh after was because of me or because of something else, but it was a nice laugh.

Last person I got to see was Marisha. Me and her con assistant (?) were talking about a character that the con assistant (?) was making/playing. It helped me calm down a bit before meeting Marisha. I told her a couple things that my friend had (probably jokingly) asked me to say. Like how they love Marisha and that they asked if they could be like Marisha when they were older. I mean, I already said that she could because both of them are awesome. And what Marisha said to me has stuck with me “You can be whoever you want to be.” But then I RUINED THE MOMENT by saying “Yeah! I mean, as long as you don’t steal someones identity!” I told her about how her lipstick is always spot on, I think I rambled for a few seconds about the Fjorjester chat I’m in because that’s where I always compliment her lipstick. I was able to tell her that I appreciate her existence and that I hope that she will continue to be a good role model! Then my partner made a fantastic observation. “I’m surprised you’re wearing sleeves.” Because, as we all know, sleeves are bullshit. But Marisha was so cool, probably literally because she said it was so cold in Seattle, then she pulled back the sleeve to show that she was wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath. The green fish CR shirt iirc! But I actually started crying in front of her, because it had been “a day” and the nice con assistant (?) gave me a tissue STAT and Marisha asked me for my name and hugged me and I told her about the scones.

I really, really hope they liked them.

She said she’d give Matt the note I’d written for him, and I hope that my notes made it because there’s a silly part of me that wants them to know how much they mean to me. It’s dumb, because they definitely hear it from fans all the time. They ask a lot of people for their names. Asking me for mine doesn’t mean anything. But I struggle with self worth a lot. I know that more often then Nott I’m going to be unnoticed. And there are so many wonderful people in the fandom, there were critters that spoke to me first and were understanding about my social anxiety. At least for that day, I felt like I mattered more than usual.

And it really helped.

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Anyways, hug reviews. Let it be known that from my experience the hugs were all very much top notch!

Sam and Liam give very good dad-like hugs. Considering the running for president of DnD Beyond, however, I do have to say that Liam’s hug was slightly better. Is it the minor height difference? Varying exhaustion levels? Well, it also helped that Liam gave me a crisp high five.

Taliesin’s hug is tied with Liam, as I found his hug a bit more comforting. Definitely some Cad energy up in that hug. And his hair is very nice.

Laura and Marisha were probably my favourite hugs. Marisha hugged me over a table, which made it a bit harder to gauge but there was female strength!!!! Bonus points are given because she had to see me completely crack from the long day of actually being around people. But man, Laura’s hug was so good. Jester voice, the nicest reactions to my stupid gifts, warmth! Kindness! However I am biased, I feel a lot more comfortable hugging females than I do males, even if I am the one requesting the hug.

Really though 10/10 for all of them minus the ones I did not hug. But Travis DID give a very crisp high five. And Matt cursed my dice!

Oh, and if anyone was wondering, we ended up getting them to sign the picture of us together.

It was a really, really great day.

#fjorjester #eccc2019 #emeraldcitycomiccon #critters #critical role #sam riegel #brian foster #matt mercer #talisen jaffe #laura bailey #marisha ray #travis willingham #liam o'brien #personal post #the mighty nein #vox machina #bidet #dice #cursed dice #eccc19 #eccc

[bananashemmo]

Hatred For Love (Part 3)

Pairing: Cheerleader!Y/N/Jock!Ashton

Rating: NC-All

Request: No

Words: 2.500+

Summary: When lead cheerleader Y/N and football captain Ashton are forced to share a tent at a camp trip to try put down the rivalry between the cheerleaders and footballers things seem to collapse with a compass and a map in the lost woods.

Sounds from the wind brushing through the green leaves was what made your eyes flutter open. Droplets of water were falling on top of the green tent, you could tell by the color difference.

You looked to your side and were met by a sleeping Ashton, his snores faint but still a bit noisy and his dampen curls sticking to his forehead.

You looked back and tried to find your phone almost desperately, the disappointment coming to your face when you realized it still didn’t have any battery.

What in the actual fuck.

You quickly glanced down at your body. Nothing seemed out of order and of course, you would have remembered if the two of you had slept together. It wasn’t just a memory that would slip out of the mind past the night.

You didn’t know what to say but your mouth kept opening and closing like a fish. You didn’t have control of it and you didn’t know if you should wake him up or not.

Luckily enough he came before your thoughts, feeling the movements from the left side of the tent and slowly fluttered his eyes open.

He looked just as confused as you did at first, probably not remembering the night. It wasn’t every day you would wake up in the middle of nowhere still completely drowned because of the rain and now also sleeping bags.

“Did we uh-,” He coughed lightly to get away his morning voice. It was raspy and darker than usual.

“Did we just fall asleep?”

Your eyes widened by his question, both because you could easily misunderstand it but also because he seemed a bit confused as to what had happened.

“I guess so.” You shrugged and moved your legs so they were touching your chest. You couldn’t help but feel cold and there was no wonder because there wasn’t a single dry thing in a mile’s radius.

You looked at each other again with confused gazes. Things could have easily gone wrong especially because Ashton was a great kisser. Not just the typical dream guy kisser but a deep passionate kisser. Just to make your knees go weak.

You had no idea what time it was. You couldn’t even tell by the small shine of sun peeking in through the almost ruined zipper. It struggled to survive through your time in the woods to survive.

Ashton was exhaling deeply, trying to come up with something to do.

You could tell that he was also tired and you didn’t blame the guy. He had been sleeping for a little less than four hours probably and in these conditions, nobody was able to look like they were wide awake.

“You know...” He paused to glance at you with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“I woke up earlier with you sleeping on my chest.”

You almost wanted to snort at his comment. The way he said it was ridiculous and that smirk growing on his face almost pissed you off even more. You didn’t believe him the slightest bit.

“I did not.” You were quick to argue after thinking, “I was sleeping on my right side the whole time.”

You wanted to sound convincing but it was difficult trying to defend a sleeping you. Without control of the situation or a simple memory about it, it was hard trying to come up with arguments for why he was being a smartass.

“I’m being serious.” He smirked, but then it turned into a sweeter one and you looked down at the ground with flushed cheeks.

“And should we talk about-,”

“No, we shouldn't.” You were quick to respond again. This time, with a stronger voice than before.

He raised his hands in surrender with the smirk growing back on his face and leaned back in the wet sleeping bag.

You rolled your eyes by his flashing smile and decided to stand up. There was no reason to stay here for longer than necessary and you weren’t a weather expert but it clearly sounded like the storm had disappeared.

You fooled around trying to stand without hitting the top of the tent, clearly waving your ass in the air right in front of Ashton’s eyes. Amused about he, he said nothing and waited for you to continue.

“I can’t even put on my shoes properly.” You were stubborn and didn’t want to tie them up. They were already impossible to wear because of all the water the fabric had sucked.

You were clumsily trying to make everything alright and almost fell out of the tent when getting the stupid zipper to work and zip the front part of it down.

“For god sake.” You mumbled under your breath and fell to your bum and eyes adverted upwards.

This didn’t look like the place you had camped at last night.

The leaves were wet you could tell but they were all in various colors of green, flashing through the sun and a bird was chirping from the top of the tallest tree right next to you.

It was hard to see the sky but if you looked closely you could tell that it was blue and free from clouds. Just like the weather you had heard about and expected it to be once you started to plan to go to this camp trip.

The lake that you had been carried through wasn’t as harsh as it had been last night. The winds had definitely made it look a whole lot worse than what it actually was.

It looked calm, quiet and a few ducks were swimming through it. You swore the weather height wasn’t more than to your knees which wasn’t something you would be afraid of normally.

You almost felt a little bit embarrassed. You appreciated that Ashton hadn’t mentioned it yet and you weren’t the one to mock at you because of it.

“Why so quiet?” Ashton asked in confusion and walked out of the tent as well.

He was on his knees, crawling, He didn’t understand what had suddenly caused you to not say anything for the first time ever but just like you did his mouth fell once he was inside.

“Wow...” He mumbled under his breath, “Well this isn’t really the storm I carried you through last night.”

You didn’t know what to say by his comment, you didn’t want to show your weakness to him once again. It was alright last night considering the circumstances but now you weren’t pressured to it.

Ashton was quick to notice your sudden face change and he softened.

“Hey... You know I think it’s okay. You were afraid and it was totally alright because everyone is afraid of something or isn’t great at something.”

You glanced at his face trying your best to keep eye contact by his effort but it was still hard because you felt extra shy about it.

You were never the one to look when someone was trying to comfort you. Mainly because you wanted to avoid crying, it didn’t mean you weren’t listening when you looked down at your feet instead.

“Our secret?” You whispered and he nodded his head.

“I’ll teach you one day. Remember, I used to be on the swim team.” He made a small wink with the right eye and decided to stand up.

His tall frame seemed even taller when you were sitting on the ground and you looked up at him not really knowing what to do. You were starving to be honest, you had skipped dinner last night and everything else to come.

You didn’t know what else to do but there was no reason to sit and stare.

“Should we?” Ashton nodded towards the tent and you shrugged.

“I mean, we can just stand here and not do-,” Before he could continue his sentence you started to shush at him.

He was clearly becoming offended and he opened his mouth again only for you to shush at him again.

“Don’t shush at me I’m helping us out! He stated and crossed his arms, only getting more provoked when you did it louder this time.

No!” You didn’t want to yell, “Listen!”

Silence fell upon you because of your request and he looked towards the trees with a curious expression on his face. And that was when he heard it.

Faint sounds coming from god knows where was what had caught your attention. It wasn’t because you wanted to piss him off but you really thought you were becoming weird that you needed to be sure.

Ashton was so quick to react he only looked at you for a split second before starting to yell because of the sounds of your classmates yelling your names.

“We’re here.” He screamed at the top of his lungs, not knowing where to yell towards. quickly hurried towards the tent and the two of you packed it down to get running fast.

You had no idea where to run and to be honest, you were just running because you were desperate. So desperate for a hot shower, so desperate for food and just desperate for some comfort.

“Shit.” Ashton cursed under his breath when his knee grazed one of the bushes with thorns. He didn’t have the time to sit down and take a look at it, it was just about going forward.

You almost lost your breath it was a luck Ashton was carrying your stuff. You were impressed by how he kept his head high and never showed some sort of tiredness. It came along with the football skills of wanting to finish and not giving up.

He could tell that your legs were starting to give out so he reached out to grasp your hand and continued to run while helping you.

You ran through the woods like it was depending on life. And it sure was. You ran so fast you almost skipped past two of your classmates from History standing with confused gazes to your sudden speed.

“Ashton!” You quickly got his attention and he let go of your hand when he noticed the two a few meters away.

“Oh my god...” You whispered under your breath, not being able to contain your excitement.

“We thought you guys had killed each other in the woods!” One of them commented with a joke, but none of you were laughing and you all settled in for hugging each other.

You didn’t know what else to say and Ashton only laughed quietly by the joke, looking down at you softly before you decided to hurry towards where the rest of the football team and cheerleading squad was.

It wasn’t in fact far away from where you had camped but it was still enough to not find it in the darkness.

You noticed the sun gaze over the waves of the lake and you just knew that this was the spot you should have found right away and immediately.

“This doesn’t look like anything on the map but okay,” Ashton said through a tight lip and you nodded your head in agreement.

“I cannot believe we couldn’t see this on the top of the hill, it looks like we were only a kilometer away from the destination.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes and he nodded his head in agreement.

You were swarmed by people running towards you like you had been gone for a whole month. Questions like, are you okay, how did you survive, why didn’t you rip each other’s throats out, flew out of their mouths at the same time.

You barely got the chance to say anything before you were ripped away from each other, Ashton being mashed into a bunch of footballers.

You looked over your shoulder for a second before being commented already by your uniform being browner than white.

“How did you do it?” One of them asked amazed, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Did you sleep on each side of the woods? I mean, I would never have slept a second in life next to him.” Another commented, glaring over at Ashton with a disgusted look.

You could barely form a sentence or keep along with the questions. They were all insults and you had no idea what to respond.

Far away in the distance coming from one of the tents you could see Coach Hanson and Mrs. Daniels run towards you totally out of breath.

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you’re okay.” A blanket was wrapped around your shoulders and the same thing happened with Ashton.

“Come on. You must be starving.” They nodded towards the house a little bit further away from the tents and you followed them.

The house was a community house filled with a lot of tables so classes staying on the ground could get some lunch inside. Bonfires were also outside but for this morning you were eating inside.

Some of the classmates had already prepared breakfast while others had been on a search for you. It was lucky enough that the first group had found you so they could call back the others.

You were placed on each row but were able to see each other and you watched Ashton sit down and laugh with his mates.

“Can I just get everyone’s attention?” Coach Hanson yelled, everyone becoming quiet.

“I just want to say I cannot express enough how happy I am that we found you. The guilt for not helping you is filling in my veins and we’ve been speaking about it for hours.” Coach Hanson explained and looked over at Mrs. Daniels who nodded her head in agreement.

You looked over at one of your friends come with a plate and your mouth was almost drooling. Just the sight of food made your knees turn weak and your stomach twist.

Your attention went back to Coach Hanson with your mouth filled of eggs.

“I know we said a lot of stuff last afternoon about getting to trust each other and thinking it would unite you guys together. We understand that it was a horrible plan and only involved you in much more trouble. We could have avoided this if we hadn’t put you together.”

You watched him speak, Mrs. Daniels still nodding and you glanced over at everyone else nodding their heads also. They had made sure to finish the map after all.

“We totally understand and you can put the blame on us for this horrible thing that happened. We understand this didn’t put you closer together but only even more apart.”

By this, you looked over at Ashton who was already having his gaze on you.

“I actually think your plan went perfectly fine.” He smiled warmly at you and finished the sentence with a wink at your direction.

You rolled your eyes again but with the biggest smile on your face, going back to your breakfast and talking with the girls.

#that was the end of this! #last part #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5sos preference #5sos preferences #5sos au #5sos aus #5sos smut #5sos smuts #5sos fanfiction #5sos fanfictions #5sos writing #5sos writings #5sos story #5sos scenario #5sos blurb #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer preference #5 seconds of summer preferences #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #5 seconds of summer writing #5 seconds of summer story #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford

[pain-somnia]

Title: “dronk” Rating: M (no smut but it feels more appropriate than T) Pairing: SasuSaku and TenKarin Day’s Notes: Drunk Team Taka shenanigans but in a Real Life/College AU; I will possibly write more Team Taka College AU interactions (with possible changes to the Karin ships, only SasuSaku will stay the same) because @saradacchi loves SasuSuiKa friendship

She should have stopped him a few drinks ago.

And all of those shots were definitely a mistake.

Sasuke Uchiha was passed out and Karin wasn’t sober enough to worry about the way she was dragging his body as she pulled him by his legs.

Suigetsu was suppose to be holding Sasuke’s arms but he disappeared once they got outside. Karin wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself picked up and taken to the drunk tank.

I should have stayed home and cuddled with Tenten, Karin grumbled inwardly.

She propped Sasuke up so he was leaning against a streetlamp and sat on his other side so his head could roll over onto her shoulder.

“Ah, shit.”

Karin pressed the power button on her phone two more times, hoping it would come to life. No dice. Her battery had drained a while ago as she overzealously added snaps to her story.

She rummaged through the pocket of Sasuke’s utility jacket and pulled out his phone glad that he finally switched to a smartphone instead of the flip phone he used last semester.

“Here we go.”

Karin pressed Sasuke’s thumb on the home button on his iPhone and unlocked it. She was originally going to order an Uber to get them to her place but the feeling of tape on the back of Sasuke’s cell phone case was bugging her.

“What the fuck?”

Karin squinted her eyes and then removed her glasses before putting them back on when she remembered that she couldn’t see without them.

“Return...to...Sa..kura?” Karin frowned trying to remember what she knew about her friend.

They had become part of a group in their first semester when Suigetsu had forced them all to work on a project together. Karin wasn’t friends with anyone in university yet so it helped that Suigetsu dragged Jūgo over to her seat at the lecture hall.

Sasuke had been walking by, probably trying to figure out how to do all of the work on his own, when Suigetsu wrapped an arm around his neck and sat him next to Karin.

They sort of were stuck with each other ever since.

Karin scrolled down Sasuke’s contact list until she found a Sakura with blossom emoticons and a sparkling heart next to the name.

“Cute...”

Karin dialed the number and right before she realized what time it was, “Sakura” answered.

“Can’t sleep?” A sleepy voice giggled.

“No, actually, he’s passed the fuck out.”

“Umm...who’s━”

“Karin. I’m one of his school friends and I was trying to get him home but that asshole Suigetsu ran off on us.”

“And you’re calling me because…?”

“My phone’s dead and I’m too drunk to remember my girlfriend’s phone number and this idiot apparently has ‘Return to Sakura’ taped on his phone so here I am calling Sakura.”

“You sound very coherent for a drunk person.”

“Thanks. It’s a blessing.”

There was a pause and Karin thought maybe Sakura had fallen back to sleep.

“Are you somewhere safe?”

“Yeah, yeah totally.” Karin pushed back her bangs and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could come get us?”

“It would take me an hour possibly but yes. Anywhere you could go for now?”

“University Diner is twenty-four seven I could try and get us there. It’s only a block away.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get there as quickly as possible.”

“I lost my phone.”

Karin jumped, not expecting Suigetsu to say anything since the last time she saw him was in the bar.

“You didn’t have it when we went out. To prevent any regrets.”

“What was ringing in my pocket then?”

“Nothing you nimrod. Where’s Jūgo?”

Suigetsu went silent. If she wasn’t looking at him she would have thought that he passed out too.

“We lost Jūgo.”

“What do you mean we lost Jūgo?”

“I left ‘im in a safe place after he fell asleep but I can’t remember where…”

“You had one job Suigetsu.”

“To be fair.” Suigetsu took a long pause before his next set of words. “I’m drunk as fuck.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we doing?”

“We gotta take Sasuke to the diner. Then you’re going to look for Jūgo.”

“Can’t you just drag him there?”

“Grab his arms, stupid!”

. .

It was a total invasion of privacy. She would kill anyone if they did the same with her phone but Karin was one jager bomb too many in to care.

She was feeling wired from the energy drink but also slightly brain foggy and she needed to entertain herself somehow.

Sasuke was the weirdest person she had ever met. He had created folders for everything. Not a single app was allowed to float around on its own unless they were the apps on the toolbar.

She learned a lot about him though. He had one email account for gaming, another for school, and one for social media. Karin rolled her eyes that he even bothered with social media apps considering he rarely went on them.

She slid down the booth so her head rest on the top of the seat and sighed. Suigetsu went off to figure out where they had left Jūgo so she was stuck alone at the diner with a passed out Sasuke.

Karin balled up the wrapper to straw for her milkshake and flicked it at Sasuke’s nose. She was already bored with the games on his phone and although his dog was cute, there was only so much cute she could take before she cried because she was still kind of drunk and there was no puppy around for her to cuddle with.

Opening up the Notes app she thought she would find random class schedules and the like. Karin hadn’t expected to find locked notes.

Why would he lock notes?

Karin attempted to open one but it required a password and she couldn’t use Sasuke’s thumbprint to unlock it.

What would he hide? Photos? Sexts???

Karin gagged and put Sasuke’s phone down on the table. She picked it back up again when she realized she could use the contents of the locked notes for blackmail.

Karin wasn’t fond of scooping out the litterbox of the cat Tenten adopted and she could always get Sasuke to do it for her and a bunch of other errands.

But only if she knew the contents of the locked notes.

“Typical,” Karin huffed, blowing her hair out of her face. Sasuke was the type of person that didn’t need a hint to remind him of his password.

She groaned and stretched out her arms on the table top. Next time she was bringing Tenten along.She was her impulse control. Then maybe she would be at home getting smooches and cuddles instead of babysitting a grown ass man.

No. She would have to drag him back to her place where he would be drooling on the comfy couch she and Tenten coerced a salesman to give them at a discount. And then she would be disgusted. So then she would have to draw on his stupid pretty face with a permanent marker.

In fact, perhaps she could get one from one of the waitresses...

“I got here as quickly as I could!”

A pink haired girl plopped down across from her in the booth and brushed Sasuke’s hair out of his face.

Pink.

Pink!

“Your hair. Is pink.” Karin’s jaw dropped in fascination. She squinted her eyes and then backed away with a soft, “whoaaa..”

“Oh wow, you are drunk.”

The girl that could only be Sakura waved over a waitress and ordered a tomato mozzarella panini and cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake.

“He’s going to be hungry when he wakes up,” Sakura explained. She grabbed some napkins and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Your boyfriend is a hot mess.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually get this drunk. He doesn’t usually drink enough to get drunk.” Sakura’s mouth quirked to the side as she watched Sasuke’s nose wrinkle up when she smoothed his hair away from his face again.

“I should have realized that when after his fourth shot he shouted something about his girlfriend being his impulse control and slammed three more before promptly passing out.”

“Why did you guys go out drinking like this?”

“Well we just finished a paper and this is the first semester we could actually all go to a bar since Sasuke just turned twenty-one. But tell me how you’re his impulse control. He never talks about you outside of the small updates about what he does on breaks and every weekend.”

“How are you this coherent?”

“Like I said, it’s a gift.” Karin propped her chin on her hands and leaned forward on her elbows. “But please tell me more about yourself and Sasuke. I would like to know some embarrassing things about him while you’re here and he can’t stop me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know all of Sasuke’s passwords?”

“We believe in trust in our relationship. Of course I know his passwords. We have nothing to hide from each other.”

Karin pulled out Sasuke’s phone and flipped it around to face Sakura.

“Then do you know the password to his locked notes?”

. .

“What are you doing?”

When Suigetsu returned to the diner━without Jūgo━Karin was scribbling on a napkin and the girl on Sasuke’s lockscreen was sitting across from her sipping at a milkshake. Sasuke was still passed out except now he was propped up against his girlfriend and drooling on her shoulder.

“We’ve tried like every possible password Sasuke could have used but we can’t unlock this folder of notes.”

Suigetsu looked at Sakura and then back at Karin. He looked at Sakura again for a full minute before holding out his hand.

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay but if we can’t figure it out how are you going━”

“Got it.”

Karin’s jaw dropped as Suigetsu slid the phone across the table. Where the gray lock screen was before was a picture of Sakura looking out a car window.

“What was it?” Sakura asked, eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She should have known him best.

“Bro code.”

“You still unlocked it, Sui.”

“Yeah but I’m not telling you what the password was.”

“Whatever.”

Karin started scrolling down and was confused the further she scrolled. They were all just normal candid photos of Sakura. Why would he━

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

All of the patrons of the diner turned to look at the source of the screaming. Karin shot them all a glare.

“What? What did you find?” Suigetsu attempted to grab the phone from her hand but she slapped his hand away.

“Not for your eyes!” She snapped at him.

Karin broke her glare to peek back down at the phone but then looked back up, her cheeks turning a blazing hot pink. She looked over at Sakura and shielded her eyes with a hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, handing the phone back to the source of her new discomfort. “The first set of pics looked so normal. I didn’t think he would have those.”

“Sasuke’s got nudes!” Suigetsu gasped, a giant grin spreading on his face. He pointed at Sakura and guffawed. “Her nudes!”

“Will you shut up!” Karin yanked on his shirt hard enough for him to fall into the booth. She looked over to Sakura who had gone paler than she already was.

Sasuke continued to snooze away on her shoulder despite all of the noise.

Karin hadn’t expected to meet so much of Sasuke’s girlfriend on their first meeting.

“I can show you my tits if that would make you feel better,” Karin offered.

“No thank you. I think I should just take you all home now.”

“Sui. Where’s Jūgo?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

#the password was totally powerofthepinkpussy but whatevs #don't worry the eventually found Jugo chilling at the drunk tank #ss fanfiction #sasusaku #day!fics

[kmbtob-monthly]

August 2018 # 2 : I Love the Rain... I Used To.

Title: I Love the Rain... I Used To.

Author: Mika

Summary: It was raining when I met him, and I am thankful for that. But if there’s one thing we don’t agree on, it is about the rain. Because I love the rain, everything about it makes me feel good and he is the opposite, he hates it.

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Your name: submit What is this?

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I love the rain.

He hated it.

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When you’re already having a bad day and then it suddenly rains, it sucks right? When you broke up with your girlfriend/boyfriend or when you got scolded by your boss at work, when things just don’t turn out the way you wanted them to be and the rain pours right after, it’s like the sky is playing a joke on you, isn’t it?

But that’s not the case for me. Everything about the rain makes me feel good. The sound it makes when it hits the roof, its unique refreshing smell, the way it showers my skin like it’s planting small kisses on my face. I like the rain in whatever circumstance I am in.

Well at least I used to.

Just like now, it was also raining when I met him. This is the same restaurant too, also the same time and the same month.

I can’t believe it has been three years already.

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August 2015

“They’re what?” My mind can’t process what my sister was saying over the phone.

“Mom and dad are getting a divorce.” She said in a shaky voice.

I am aware that our parents fight often. There was always this silent war between them whenever I come home but I didn’t know it was this bad for them to come up with that decision. I mean, they’ve been married for more than 20 years, why would they separate now?

I was lost in thoughts for a while when the waiter caught my attention.

“Pleasant afternoon ma’am! The usual?” a genuine smile never left his face, it was actually contagious that I smiled as well. I nodded and he held up an okay sign.

I’ve been coming here to eat lunch for quite some time. He was usually the waiter who served me and I always order the same, carbonara, chicken fajitas and red iced tea.

I was suppose to meet a client here today, unfortunately, he said he changed his mind about the proposal so... I ended up preparing for nothing. Yeah, I think this is one of my unlucky days.

My hand continued to twirl the pasta on the fork. I thought of my parents, my sister and then my job. Suddenly, I’m not that hungry.

In a few moments, the bright afternoon sunlight was replaced by gray clouds and soon enough, droplets of rain started to fall.

Is it strange that I find comfort in the rain? It warms my heart and it feels like it’s sympathizing with me.

At least the sky understood what I was feeling.

When I finished, I paid for the meal and headed out. It is a good thing I always carry my umbrella so I will be prepared when it rains.

The moment I took a step out of the restaurant, a man with a mullet hairstyle was yelling over the phone that I couldn’t help but here every word he was saying.

“What? I’m coming there now! Where are you?” he sounded angry.

He repeated the place where the person whom he was talking to said to him and I realized I was going there too.

“I left my motorcycle at the building, I’ll go there as soon as I can. Wait for-“ he paused then looked at his phone “sht! My battery is dead.” he ran his hand through his hazelnut brown hair.

“I hate this rain.” He mumbled to himself. I saw that there was no umbrella or even a coat with him. He was about to run for it.

The distance from the restaurant to the building is not that long but the rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. He’ll get soaked before he even gets there.

I reached out and tapped his shoulder “Uhm, excuse me-”

“What?!” his eyebrows were knit when he faced me.

Wow. He has quite a temper.

He noticed that I was startled with his response “Sorry. But I need to hurry.”

“It’s okay. It’s just that- I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I heard that you were going to 63 square and I’m going there too.” I saw his expression softened “We can share my umbrella.”

I know he’s a stranger and maybe not in a good mood right now but I think it was an emergency so I might as well help him.

He was hesitant at first but he later agreed and we shared my umbrella, it was big enough to cover us both and h did not have a big built anyway.

We reached the building, and I noticed that his angry face a while ago and was turned into a worried one “I maybe shameless right now” he looked at me directly, I saw desperation in his eyes “But I will be gutsy in asking you another favor, if you’re not busy, can you help me find my niece? She’s lost somewhere in this building and my phone is dead.”

I didn’t even think twice and immediately nodded. He hasn’t memorized his niece’s number so we’re a little bit in trouble.

We asked the front desk if they saw a little girl, about 8 years of age and he described to them how tall she was but none of them saw her.

We searched more until I saw a girl who surprisingly looked like him and she was crying sitting at the edge of one of the plant boxes. I told him and he came rushing to her.

“Uncle Ilhoon-“ the little girl’s voice trembled

Ilhoon hugged her “Sshh, it’s okay Yana. Tell me, what happened? Why are you here?” both of us sat down beside her, she was sobbing uncontrollably so I rubbed her back gently.

“It’s dad.” Ilhoon’s forehead wrinkled up again at the word dad. “I saw him come in here, so I followed him. I was happy to see him but I don’t think he felt the same when he saw me.” She almost stopped crying now “When I called him dad, he pushed me away and said that I am not his daughter. He was with a girl and he told her that he doesn’t know me.” Her eyes were filled with tears again. “I got lost and I didn’t want mom to worry, so I called you.”

Ilhoon wrapped his arms on Yana again to make her calm down “Don’t cry, uncle is here. Let’s get you home, don’t go wandering alone like that again okay?” she nodded in his embrace and we stood up.

I noticed Ilhoon was a lot paler than before. Maybe it was because of the searching we did and he did worry a lot about his niece.

I was about to ask him if he’s okay when he suddenly passed out and fell to the ground.

“Uncle!”

Kneeling, I shook him to wake him up but I felt that he was warm. I put my hand to his forehead and compared his temperature with mine and I was alarmed when I felt him burning.

Yana and I rushed him to the hospital. The doctor said that it was because of over fatigue that’s why his fever was so high. He said that we need not to worry, for Ilhoon only needs rest and enough sleep.

I sat beside the bed and looked at him closely. His facial features were a little bit feminine so I easily recognized his niece, she looks exactly like him. His eye bags were prominent, it looks like he hasn’t been sleeping right or maybe even eating right since he look so thin. Despite the sickly look, he is definitely handsome.

Come to think of it, he almost ran out in the rain with a high fever. My heart softened with the thought. He really loves Yana and will do anything to protect her. And based on their conversation a while ago, he was like a father to her.

“Yana, can I get your mom’s number? I’ll tell her that you’re uncle is here at the hospital.” She gave me her number and I dialed it on my phone.

After a few moments, a lady came knocking on the door. I was not surprised when I saw that she was also pretty like her daughter, and she is literally the girl version of Ilhoon.

She told me she is his older sister and I learnt that Minjoo is her name. I introduced myself first told her what happened and assured her that Ilhoon is already safe.

We talked for a bit more and we were interrupted when my boss called. He was asking where I was and that I was needed at the office immediately.

“Thank you so much for never leaving Yana here alone, and for taking my brother here even though you are busy. We are indebted to your kindness.” She sincerely said when I told her that I need to go back to work.

I shook my head “It’s really no big deal, It’s not right to leave the situation as it is. I need to do something.”

She held my hand “Bless your good heart. Only good things will come your way now.”

Her words made my heart swell with happiness “Thank you, and you too. Take care and I hope Ilhoon will get better soon.”

We bid our goodbyes and I looked at Ilhoon before heading to the door.

I really hope he’ll be fine.

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It has been a few days since the incident happened when a received a text messaged from an unregistered number.

“Hi. Is this (Y/N)’s number? I’m Jung Ilhoon, the one you helped last time. I got your number from my noona and I realized I haven’t said my thanks to you.”

I replied back telling him that this is my number and I also asked if he’s already okay.

“Yes, I am fine now. If you have time, I want to personally thank you and maybe have coffee some time?”

As I read his text again and a thought came into my mind that he had some other intention.

Is he…? Nah.

I just brushed the idea off and texted him back

“Sure, I’m free this weekend.”

I smiled at his reply

“This weekend sounds good. See you then.”

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Saturday came and we agreed to meet at a cafe near my workplace. He was already there when I came and I am glad that he looks healthier than the last time.

He really has that cold aura surrounding him but it instantly disappeared when he saw me and his thin lips curved upward.

“Hi.” He said still smiling and gestured me to sit.

I sat across him “Hello, I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”

“Not really, I just arrived here.” He shook his head and handed me the menu “Here, you can order anything. It’s on me, as a thank you.”

I’m not really used to people spending their money for me so I said that there was no need for that but he insisted on treating me and I didn’t argue anymore.

Ilhoon is different from the first time I met him. I thought he’s the serious type of guy but he’s actually funny and quite talkative. I can tell that he is smart and he has a lot creative ideas going on his mind, it’s like when he will offer you something and you will end up buying it because of his excellent persuading skills.

It’s like we haven’t seen each other for years that we conversed almost endlessly. We never ran out of topics to discuss. Maybe we have that same vibe, you know when you meet a person and you instantly clicked? I felt it at that moment. We talked so much that I didn’t notice the time. I met him a few hours after lunch and now the sun was almost setting.

It was already past 5 when we decided to part ways. He offered to give me a ride home. I declined it and I lied when I said I have to stop somewhere nearby.

The truth is, I’m really scared of riding motorcycles, and I saw that Ilhoon rides one. My aunt and I had an accident while riding her scooter when I was young and I’m still scared of riding them even up to now.

“Are you sure?” he asked while taking his helmet.

I smiled then nodded “Yes, thank you for today. Say hi to Yana for me.”

“Okay then, I will.” He nodded then pursed his lips “Take care.”

“You too, take care.” I patted his arm and I was about to walk away.

“Wait-“ he said, stopping me from turning around “Can I see you again?”

I was confused for a while and then I felt my heart started beating fast.

Is he asking me out?

“Maybe… yes?”

I really do want to see him again after this and I want to know him more.

---

The next time we went out, we watched a movie and ate dinner together. After that, it was followed by another meeting and then another one and another one until we got comfortable around each other.

One time, he asked me something. It was the end-of-the-date for today kind of time and as usual, he will offer me a ride home and I will think of another excuse after saying no to him. But then he asked me why this time.

“Why won’t you let me give you a ride home?” he asked after eating the tip of the ice cream cone. We went to the amusement park today and decided to grab some desserts before going home.

I don’t want to lie to him every time he will ask me so I told him the truth about the accident and I was stunned when he gave me his spare helmet.

“Do you trust me?” Ilhoon asked in a soft voice.

“What?” I absentmindedly asked. He moved closer to me.

His beautiful eyes never left mine, I felt my knees weaken. “I was asking if you trust me.”

His gaze has this some kind of effect on me that I just can’t not give in. Before I knew it, I was already seated behind him on his motorcycle.

He guided my arm and encircled it around his waist. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me.”

I can hear my heart racing inside my chest, I don’t know if it’s because I’m overcoming my phobia for the first time or this level of skinship we are having.

“Are you ready?”

I just closed my eyes, buried my face in his back and embraced him tighter. He chuckled and started the engine. “Here we go!”

He started off slow and was gradually speeding up, it was a summer night so the breeze was really perfect. I lifted my head up this time and I squealed a little when he went faster.

Little by little, my uneasy went away and was replaced by excitement. I love how the wind was blowing in my face and I appreciate more the city lights that flashed here and there. I can’t help but shout to release what I was feeling.

“That was amazing.” I swear that I was smiling the whole ride. He drove me to different places first before dropping me home.

“I’m glad you loved it. I hope your not scared anymore.” He said as he got off the motorcycle.

I was so happy that I hugged him “Thank you, I felt like I was missing half of my life being scared of riding this.” I whispered to him.

“Me too” he said as he caressed my hair “Perhaps I missed half of my life if I haven’t met you.”

---

After a few months of dating, we became official and it was not long when we decided to live together, he then moved in at my place.

It’s nice waking up to see an angel beside you. I often rouse up before him and stare at him for a while, then trace his beauty marks on his cheek that reaches up under his eye, his perfectly chiseled nose and kiss his soft lips that was enough to wake him up.

Ilhoon isn’t really vocal of his feelings but I know that he loves me and I love him too. We get along most of the time, we like doing the same things, having an addiction on the same brands and we also love the same kind of music. And if there’s one particular thing that we didn’t agree on, it was the rain.

I love the rain, and he hates it.

It was raining one time and we were at the porch. He was reading a book and I went out in the rain, calling him out to play. He just shook his head and gave me a firm “no”. I still insisted but he is sticking with his decision.

I had an idea and quietly turned on the water hose when he wasn’t looking and sprinkled him a little. I laughed at his annoyed face and sprinkled him some more.

“Why you- come here!” He chased me and I knew that it was a success in tricking him.

We laughed and danced under the rain, just letting the water shower us. I used to think that the typical scenes in movies where the guy back hugs the girl and spins her around was a bit cheesy, nevertheless, we did that. Never thought that I’d enjoy playing in the rain this much now that I have someone to share the special moment with.

“Y/N” he called me.

“Hmm?” I faced him and slightly played with his wet hair.

Ilhoon leaned in closer “I love you.”

He rarely say it but when he does, he makes sure that the timing is perfect and that he is sincere in saying it. And those things makes my heart flutter.

“I love you too.”

He captured my lips with his in a second. It was always sweet and gentle like it’s the first time.

“I’ve always dream of this.“ I said when the kiss ended.

“Kissing under the rain?” he asked coyly.

I giddily nodded and he kissed me again.

---

I finished drying my hair and joined Ilhoon in bed. He wrapped an arm around me as I rested my head in his chest. I listened to his heartbeat and it was now my favorite sound.

“Why do you hate the rain?” I randomly asked.

I felt him shrugged “I just don’t like it. It’s irritating.” Ilhoon’s hand tapped a rhythm on my shoulder “Why do you ask?”

“Then why did you follow me out there?”

“Hmm.” He paused for a while “Let’s just say that I hate you less than the rain.”

I lifted my head to face him “What did you say?!”

He laughed at me and that was it. It was enough for me to start a pillow fight.

---

August 2016

A year has passed since our first encounter and I realized that a lot of good things happen since that day. Although mom and dad really separated, they remained in good terms and the heavy atmosphere at home was gone. I also got promoted at work.

For me and Ilhoon, it was always rainbows and butterflies, until recently, we both started to get busier.

It was not a problem at first but now, we barely have time for each other. He came home every other night and it was reduced to once a week. I started to get worried and wondered if he was still eating and sleeping okay. It got to the point that a thought of him having another woman also crossed my mind.

Until one time I confronted him and he got furious. I mean, why? He was the one who was barely home and now he’s angry at me?

“Are we still okay? What happened to us?” My tears flowed like river on my cheeks. I was getting tired of our setting everyday.

4 words.

It took only four words to make my world crumble down.

“Let’s just stop this.”

He left after saying that and he never came back.

It was days that turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and he still isn’t home. I didn’t contact him, nor did he.

It was also raining today, and I remembered him again, how we danced and played in the rain. Every memory just hurts so much. I just wanted to move on with everything so I cleaned up the house, unfortunately, every bit of it reminds me of him. I was doing fine until I found a plastic ring under the sofa.

“What’s this for?” I got confused when he slid a toy ring from a box of candies on my finger.

“I want to marry to someday. For now, I will work hard to give you your dream wedding and that plastic one will turn into a real one.” He said and hugged me before whispering those magic words in my ear.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I immediately looked for my phone. I was about to call him when my phone rang.

It was Ilhoon.

“I’m sorry” was the first thing he said.

I was crying non-stop now “I’m sorry too.”

“Don’t cry. I’m coming there now.”

“I love you. Come home fast.”

“I will. I love you too.”

That’s the last thing he said before he ended the call.

---

August 2018 (present)

I shouldn’t have said that he should come home fast. I should’ve said to take care on the way and do not worry about me.

That day, it was raining hard and the road was slippery. He sped up at a narrow road and it made the motorcycle slip away from its course, causing him to fall, he was okay till there but...there was an accelerating truck on the opposite side of the road that was directed towards him.

I blamed everything on the rain.

I used to love everything about it. Now I just hate it. I hate the way it sounds, it’s like bullets falling on the rooftop, I hate the way it smells, I hate the way my clothes get wet and my hair gets drenched.

Everytime it rains, it just reminded me of him.

And I will never look at the rain the same way again.

Now, I have finished paying for my meal and took a step out of the restaurant. I readied to open my umbrella when someone tapped me on my shoulder.

“Excuse me, are you getting to the other side of the road?” he asked me and I nodded as a reply, he then continued “I was wondering if I can share with your umbrella? I just need to get there as soon as I can.”

I caught the pleading in his voice and I agreed. I recognized him as the manager of the restaurant since he was guiding and helping the waiters a while ago but something tells me I’ve see him before, more earlier than today.

When we got to the other side he bowed to me “Thank you so much, miss…?”

I said my name and he smiled a toothy smile that was contagious that I smiled too.

And then that spark something in me.

He was the waiter who usually served me three years ago.

“Nice to meet you!

I’m Eunkwang”

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[thenerdytomboynewb96]

Samantha Allan Park Ch. #8

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC’s.

Chapter #8

Sam hadn’t realized what time it was when she heard a knock on her window. She was in front of her desk where her t.v. sat when to her left at the window was a smiling Michelangelo. A smile also began to grow on her face as she gave him the O.K. symbol and he opened the window. He opened the window and climbed on through, leaning his skateboard against an open space along the wall. “Hey toots, you forget about me already?” She snickered. “Right, because an almost 6 foot turtle is so easy to forget.” “Well you’re the one who left the window closed.” “Not because I forgot about you, I just lost track of time.” “Mhm, right, I see how it is” he teased. “What are you listening to?” “Oh, the song playing right now? It’s called “Obsession” by G-Dragon.” “And that would be?” Sam gave him a wicked smile. “See, if I tell you, then that means you have to allow me to rant on and fangirl for a while, as in I can’t just simply say who he is, you’ll have to listen to the whole story.”   Mikey put his fingers on his chin, jokingly questioning the situation. “Hmmmm, I guess I have the time to listen to your rant.” Sam’s eyes went wide. “REALLY?!” “Really” he smiled. 

Sam then went on to tell Mikey everything she knew about G-Dragon and Big Bang, the music group he was a member[JG1] [JG2]  of. She told him all she knew and even showed him many of their music videos, which eventually lead to her showing him many of their funny moment videos. Within that same hour, Mikey had quickly become a fan of the group. He and his brothers loved listening to new groups and types of music and experimenting with what they did and didn’t like, and right now he definitely liked this group. “So, do you like older groups and songs? Since according to this Wikipedia page, the album with this song came out in 2009.” “Well, with this album specifically I just love a lot of the songs and the uniqueness to them, like it’s hard to believe that these songs came out in 09. But I’ll honestly admit that I’m all over the place when it comes to knowing songs, groups, and individual members and who and what belongs where. I’m a fan of some groups who have been around for a while, but I’m also a fan of some more ‘recent’ groups. Like I love Super Junior who debuted in 2005, but lately I’ve been focusing on BTS a lot more than anyone else.” “I guess you’ll introduce me to those groups another day then?” Sam smiled, if he held true to his comment, then that meant there would be more days where the two would be hanging out. “Yea haha, I don’t want my fangirling to scare you away so soon.” “Well, how about I introduce you to a group that I’m a fan of then?” “Alright, sounds fair. I’ve done my fangirling, now you show me who you fanboy over.” He laughed. “Since you’ve introduced me to an Asian group, I’ll continue that trend.” He currently was sitting on the bean bag chair which he had moved closer to the bed as the two had been watching and dancing to music videos that Sam was streaming on her television. Sam tossed her phone down to Mikey who began typing, and soon a music video popped up, one that ironically was familiar to Sam. “Oh, I know this song!” “NO WAY! You listen to One Ok Rock?!” “Not religiously, but I know some songs, this one being my favorite.” The two then sang along with and danced to “The Beginning” by One Ok Rock, followed by more partying to multiple other songs by the same group.

“This is awesome!” Sam then plugged her phone in as the battery was getting low. “No one EVER has the same music interests as me, and when I show them the music I like, they just brush it off like it’s horrible just because it’s in another language.” “Well not this guy!” he said with excitement. “I’ll give anything a shot!” He then looked over at the television and noticed that the DVD player had the words “PAUSE” across it. “Hey Sam, what were you doing before I got here?” She looked in the same direction he was. “I was going to start watching the beginning of a new movie that I’ve been dying to see.” “What movie?” “Naruto: The Last Movie.” Mikey gasped and clapped his hands to his cheeks. “You have it on DVD?! Is it subbed or dubbed?!” “Dubbed.” “HOW DID YOU GET IT?! I’ve wanted to watch it but I wanted to watch it on t.v. and not on a computer screen.” She laughed. “I put in a request at the library forever ago and finally it was my turn to take it home.” “Can…can we watch it now?” he asked timidly. “Oh my god yes! Like I would love to watch it with someone else. I was going to secretly watch it by myself and pretend I was watching it for the first time once I finally got to watch it with Jay, but this would be way more fun!” “Sweet!” he shouted as he ran over to the bed, halting right before he was about to leap onto it. Sam tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong? I just showered a few hours ago.” He rapidly shook his head. “No that’s not why I stopped you smell fine! Just, I didn’t want to just sit on your bed or assume that I’m allowed to or anything and I just don’t want to be rude and…yea.”

Sam gave him a blank face and then goofily scooted over while maintaining the same expression, leaving an open space on the other side of the bed. She then put her left arm out and raised her eyebrows at him. He stared at her in disbelief. “…Me?” She gave him a puzzled look with a smile. “Who else? Just take your shoes off.” “What’s wrong with my shoes?” “They touch the ground.” “So?” “I don’t want dirt on my bed!” she laughed. He shrugged. “Fair enough” he said as he kicked off his shoes and sat down next to her.

The two then watched the movie, every once in a while making comments about how much they shipped NaruHina, or cracking some type of joke about the film.

Mikey pointed towards the screen. “Hey look! Sasuke is in the film for a whole ten seconds!” Then later on it was her turn. “Look! He’s in the film for another ten seconds!” The two hadn’t realized how late it was until after the film had ended.

Sam frowned. “Dang, its 12a.m. already. I need to get to sleep so I can wake up at a decent time tomorrow for school.” “I guess that means I have to wait until the weekend to see you again, right? Because every night will be a school night?” “Um, actually, I usually don’t have a lot of homework each night, and it isn’t AP testing season just yet, so most nights I’ll be able to hangout. Sadly you’d have to come over kind of late most nights though, and you would have to leave kind of early as well.” Sam rubbed the back of her neck. “I doubt you want to make the trip up here just to have to leave so soon.” Playfully, he gave her a confused look. “Did you book me for events that I don’t know about?” “You would come all the way up here just to hangout for a couple of hours?” “Totally dude, you’re really chill and easy and fun to talk to. The only issue is if my brothers need me. Like if there’s a Foot clan attack somewhere, then I need to be there stopping them with my bros.” Sam was shocked. “You guys fight the Foot huh? That’s insane, in a good way of course. You have a phone of any kind?” Mikey reached into his right pocket and pulled out what looked like a hand-sized turtle shell. When he pressed a button on the flat side of the shell, a screen turned on. “Donnie made these for us, we call them shell cells. They pretty much work like regular cell phones.” Sam took the phone, impressed with its design. It would be cool to talk to the nerdy brother, but she knew that would never happen. Sam then began looking for a ‘contacts’ app to click on in order to prevent herself from thinking about how the other brothers had treated her a few nights previous. She entered her number into the phone and then used it to call her own phone. After a few seconds, her phone began to ring. “Alright, now we can communicate with each other. If the other doesn’t pick up when they’re sent a message, then we know that they’re busy.” Mikey’s face then displayed a mischievous smile. “Heh, now I have two girls phone numbers” he said, putting two thumbs up. Sam responded with pursed lips while slowly shaking her head. “Wow, such a player. Two whole girls.” “Hey! For a turtle who lives in the sewers, that’s pretty good!” She laughed. “Yea I guess so. Well, hopefully see you tomorrow?” He held up his phone. “I’ll be waiting for that text. Unless time gets away from you again.” “*sigh* you’re never going to let me live that down now, are you?” “Nope! Goodnight!” he said with a smile as he opened the window and climbed through, and that fast he was gone. As Sam turned off the lights in her room, she hoped that she would be able to see her friend again the next night, and she wondered if he thought of her as a friend as well.

The rest of that week, Sam and Mikey had continued to meet up with each other. Even on Wednesday and Thursday when there had been some gangs trying to rob a few banks and the turtles had stopped them late into the night, Mikey still stopped by for a few minutes to let his new friend know he was alright, and also just to say hi. It was now Friday night and Mikey was heading over to her house once again. At this point his brothers didn’t even ask him where he was off to, they just hoped that he wasn’t doing anything stupid.

For most of that first week their wishes had been answered since the new friends had just been hanging out at Sam’s apartment the whole time. Jay was rarely there, so the two were able to venture around the rest of the apartment and not just the one bedroom. On Monday the two had an intense nerf gun battle after Mikey had learned how to secretly add healthier ingredients to his pizza and then helped Sam bake a few batches of cookies. On Tuesday, Mikey helped Sam work on some projects she needed to complete for the many clubs she was a member of in the kitchen where they had more table space, and on Wednesday and Thursday the two played video games on the larger television in the living room with the little time they had. He assumed that tonight would be no different, but he was shocked when he climbed through the open window and saw that Sam was completely dressed with a small back pack on her back. He knocked on the side of the wall. Sam turned around and smiled. “Ayeee.” “Hey, you going somewhere?” “WE are going somewhere, yes. Thank you for asking.”

Sam was wearing a long sleeve dark red shirt and navy blue track sweatpants with a beanie on her head sporting the same colors. In her back pack was her basic necessities, her tonfa, a phone and tablet, her camera detector, and attached to the back was her skateboard. “Uhhhh” Mikey said in a confused high pitched tone “I can’t really go anywhere, ever.” Sam was confused. “Why not? You’re a ninja right?” “Yea, but I still look like this” he said as he held up his hand and wiggled his three fingers. “Well, blend in with the shadows like you usually do.” “Where are we going anyway? And why?” “We’ve been meeting up in the same apartment building all week. It’s been fun, but it’s Friday night! Who wants to stay locked up at home on a weekend night?” “Me, which is what I’ve been doing all my life.” “Well, you’re friends with me now, so you don’t have to do that any…more…” Sam was confused as to why the turtle in front of her was just staring blankly at her. She then realized for the first time since they had met that one of them had officially called the other a friend. She paused, afraid that he might want to run off now that she had given a title to their relationship, but to her amusement he just turned around and shouted “Alright lead the way!”

Sam fought to conceal her smile as she realized his reaction was one of amazement and joy. She was still getting used to the fact that this new friendship made him as happy as it had made her.

Theme: Marshmello-Ritual

Mikey climbed out the window and then jumped onto a ladder on the building across from where he was. He slid down the ladder and was waiting on the ground for Sam when he heard his phone go off. He read the message: Hey I’m up top. Where are you?”

“What?...” He looked up and saw Sam waving her hand over the side of the top of the building. He pulled his board from off his back and hopped on as he used it to glide up to the top of the building.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked once he reached the top of the building. “Waiting for you! What were you doing down there? Hmph, and you were the one worried about getting caught” she said as she shook her head. Michelangelo looked around, wondering how the heck they were going to move around when they were so high up. Wait…she couldn’t mean…

“Are we jumping buildings?” he asked with wide eyes. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she ran forward. “Sam, wait!” But before he could say anything to her, she had already run and leaped over to the next building. She skid to a stop once she stuck her landing on the roof. She looked over and smiled towards her friend, waiting for him to come join her. Quickly he ran over and with ease he jumped onto the same roof, but he was furious rather than happy. “What the heck was that? Are you crazy?” Her smile faded. “No, maybe when I first started doing this yes, but it’s easy now. I mean not as easy as it is for you since you’re taller than me, and ripped, but it’s still a lot easier than it used to be haha.” “You…you’ve done this before? For how long?” “About four years. I’m on my own a lot now, so I have to go find fun things to do on my own, that and being alone has increased my adrenaline seeking tendencies. That’s pretty much the main reason I met you guys in the first place.” Mikey was shocked, both about the fact that there was still so much he didn’t know about this girl and also at how much she could do. He knew his brothers were right about her being able to do things that no normal person usually could. Was all that she had learned really taught to her in a self-defense class? Then again, maybe there was just a lot more to the story than he knew. Either way, he still wanted to be friends with this girl and he hoped that maybe one day he would know all the details as to how she was who she was, but for now he just wanted to help make sure she got to wherever their destination was safely.  

“Alright, lead the way. But I’m literally going to be right behind you! Okay?” She nodded. “Gotcha!” Sam was happy that he trusted her and wasn’t questioning her about her past while being protective of her at the same time. “Here, we’ll be heading in this direction for a while” and with that Sam ran ahead and leaped from roof top to roof top.

For about 20 minutes the two constantly moved along the rooves of many of the buildings throughout the city. A few times there were moments where the two had to climb up or down, but overall they kept moving at a constant quick paced rate. Finally they reached a shorter building that was in a more vacant location in the city. Mikey wasn’t sure what exactly this building was for or why they were there, but he was assuming that Sam’s huge smile meant that something fun was in store for them.

Sam walked over to a vent and pulled open the cover. She waved her friend over and then she slipped down inside the tunnel of the vent. She pushed her hands and feet against the sides of the vent and slowly began moving down the tunnel. She would slide her feet down some, then her hands, and she continued to alternate until she was at the bottom of the tunnel. She turned back to see if Mikey was following her. He looked confused, but he was still patiently trailing behind her. She then began crawling forward, and for a few minutes or so the two continued to follow this pattern. Eventually Sam stopped and then pulled her phone out of her back pack.

“Hey, why did we stop?” “We’re above the room that controls all the security cameras throughout this building. I need to set all the cameras back a couple of hours so that no one knows we were ever here. Don’t worry it will only take a few minutes and then we’ll be free to move around.” He laughed. “You literally sound like Donnie right now.” “Then that means your brother must be a genius.” “Oh he is! Like he would probably freak out if he was able to talk to someone about tech stuff like this.” Sam chuckled, but she knew that would never happen. As much as she would also love to talk to someone else about technology, she knew that Donnie wanted as little to do with her as possible, just like all the remaining brothers did. But she shook her head and ignored these thoughts and went back to focusing on hacking into the buildings security system and editing the camera footage. “Alright, time to move on. Just a bit further and then we can get out of this vent.” The two crawled forward a bit more and finally Sam opened up one of the covers in the vent. She crawled forward and turned around to face Mikey who was cautiously staying still. “What’s wrong?” she asked with concern. “Won’t there be people wondering around? I can’t be seen, I can’t risk exposing my brothers and putting my family in danger…” Sam crouched down so that she was at eye level with her friend who was still in the vent tunnel. “So I’ve been on my own for a long while now, and I’ve explored A LOT of different places, including this one. For four years I’ve snuck in here on weekend nights. One of the reasons being that I thought the prices for a membership here are ridiculous, and the other being that I’ve never had someone to bring with me. Within the four years that I’ve been sneaking in here I’ve learned that the owner closes this place early each night at about 7:00 because he doesn’t want teenagers wrecking the place, since apparently young people go crazy at nighttime according to him, which honestly isn’t an inaccurate thought. I mean some of the kids from school that come here are freaking insane. Anyway, the owner’s house is located further towards the center of the city and it would take him a long time to get out here. Plus, since we’re not in a huge crime ridden area and also since the owner doesn’t really keep any money here, there’s no security outside, only during work hours when this place is open. I’ve scoped this place out hung out here countless times and” as she knocked on the wall “I’ve yet to get caught. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t bring you here if there was a high chance of your identity being exposed.” Mikey looked up at her and smiled. He was grateful that she had put so much thought into their get together, and this also helped him in feeling more comfortable with her and in gaining his trust.

As he crawled out of the vent and stood up, his jaw dropped as he finally got to look around and see where they were. The building was much larger than just this room when looking at it from the outside which meant that there had to be many other rooms besides the one they were in, but at that moment the two friends were standing inside a huge indoor skate park. Mikey couldn’t believe his eyes. As much as he loved to skate board, he had never gotten a chance to go to an actual skate park. The only way he was ever able to practice was by skating along the rounded walls and along the pipes in the sewers underground, but this place was obviously a million times better. “Woooooow, this place is incredible!” “Heh, I had a feeling you’d like it.” “So, are you going to show me your awesome moves?” She gave him a blank stare. “Uhhh, I like to skate and stuff, but I’m no Tony Hawk or Rob Dydrek. Honestly I’ve always been more of a speed skater, I don’t really know how to do tricks or anything.” “Well guess who has two thumbs and is super freaking awesome at everything related to skateboarding…THIS GUY!” he shouted as he pointed his thumbs to himself. “Alright then Mr. Super freaking awesome, show me watcha got.” “Oh I accept that challenge ma’am!”

He then grabbed his board and began skating all throughout the various vert and mini ramps throughout the park. He quickly went around and started doing all types of tricks. Sam knew a few tricks, but honestly she had no idea what the heck any of them were called, she just practiced some stuff she saw online until she got more comfortable with it. As the two skated around, they would talk as they happened to pass each other or as they stalled on the ramps.

Sam rolled up to the top of one of the ramp and stayed still while balancing on the nose of the board. “Hey, what happened to not knowing any tricks?” Mikey asked as he rolled up and performed the same pose next to her, and then rolled off. Sam made a confused face. “This is a trick? All I did was stop at the top of the ramp” she stated as she followed behind him. “Yea, but stopping at the top of the ramp has a name, that one was called a nose stall.” “Oh, so this is a nose stall?” She did the same thing, but this time she stopped on the tail of the board. “No, that one’s a tail stall, see?” as he followed behind her and repeated the same move that she just had. “I honestly don’t see a difference.” “The first time you stopped on the nose of the board, this time you stopped on the tail. Does that make sense?” He demonstrated a few more times and eventually she finally understood. “Okay, then does this have a name?” She then skated to the top of the ramp and stopped with the middle part of the bottom of the board staying on the ramp. Mikey rolled up and did the same thing. “Axle stall.” The two rolled off. Sam watched as Mikey was able to hop and get his board off the ground. “Does hopping have a name to?” Mikey then repeated the move. “That one was an ollie, because I used the tail of the board to jump off the ground.” “Oh, oh! Okay watch this then.” Sam then hopped off the ground, but this time she did so using the nose of the board. “Let me guess, was that a nollie?” He gave her two thumbs up as he rolled by her. “There you go!” She then watched as he rolled up to the top of a ramp and then flip the board around before riding back down. “That was a pivot right?” He shook his head and smiled. “Nope! Kick-flip!” as he went up another ramp and did the same thing. “Nice try though.” “Hmmmm okay, let me guess the name of this one.” She then rolled up to a rail and glided across using the bottom of the board. “That was grinding, right?” Again Mikey smiled as he shook his head. “No, THIS-” as he rolled up to the adjacent rail and glided across using the axles of the board “-Is grinding. What you did was a rail slide.” She threw her hands up in confusion. “What’s the difference?” He stopped his board and faced her. “You glided across using the deck, I used the axles.” “…what’s the deck?” He laughed. “It’s just another term for the board itself. Try to grind again.” Sam then rolled up and used the back axle to glide across the rail. Mikey cheered for her. “There you go!” Sam looked over at him and smiled. “So, would that be a tail grind? Since I used the back axle?” “There’s no such thing as a tail grind!” he laughed “That was a 5-0 grind.” “Oh okay, so then this-” as she rolled up and used the underside of the tail of the board to glide across the rail “is called a 5-0 slide, right?” Mikey couldn’t keep himself from laughing as he shook his head. “Tail slide!” “Then what is a 5-0 slide?” “That doesn’t exist!” “OH MY GOD I’M DONE!” she yelled playfully as she threw her hands up in the air. “Dude, how do you know how to do all this stuff but you don’t know any of the terminology?” “I don’t know, I just go with the flow I guess. Like when people teach themselves how to play an instrument but they don’t actually know all the note names.” “Fair enough, but what happened to not knowing any tricks? You’ve already demonstrated a bunch of them!” “I didn’t really consider these tricks, I feel like tricks are way more complicated.” “Heh, I can’t wait to hear what you think the complicated moves are named.” “I REPEAT I’M DONE!” she playfully shouted, and just as she did so, her board slid out from under her. She stumbled and fell back, but they both were able to see her board go flying straight up into the air and then land perfectly right into a bag-less trash can. “Goalllllll!” she shouted! “Ayeee cowabunga!” he shouted as he sat down at the top of one of the mini ramps. She looked over at him as she quickly ran up the ramp to retrieve her board. “Cowabunga?” “Yea! Got a problem with it? And if you do, then you’re as bad as Raph!” She gave him a serious yet still playful look. “Okay listen up. 1. I don’t have a problem with it, it was just random as hell. 2. Gee, thanks for the compliment” she said in a sarcastic tone. “1. You’re welcome! 2. I take random as a compliment ma’am.” “Well then you’re also welcome for your compliment, sir. What is with guys and weird sayings anyway?” “What other weird sayings are you used to?” “Whenever my younger brother scored playing sports or if he got the new high score in a video game, he would always scream ‘booyakasha.’ What the hell is that?!” Mikey burst out laughing which lead him to fall and roll down into the center of the ramp. “Dude your younger brother sounds amazing!” Sam rolled her eyes and smiled as she pulled her board out of the bin it had landed in.

For the next two hours the two friends continued to skate around, occasionally teasing Sam on her lack of knowledge when it came to skateboarding terminology. Once their time was up, the two packed up their belongings and went back to the vent where they had entered the room. They climbed their way back to the vent opening on the roof, making sure to alter all the cameras again before they left. Since neither of the two were really in a rush, they decided to walk back to the apartment, talking the entire way back as they continued to get to know each other. “Hey Sam, when’s your birthday?” “April 4th.” “Oh! So you just recently turned 16 then?” “Yup! How about you? When’s your birthday?” “February 2nd.” “So you’re not that far behind me then. You were born in 99 though, right?” “Yea, how about you?” “98, so I’m not that much older than you guys, oh, assuming that you guys all have the same birthday.” “We do actually. Donnie looked into what he could find from the old files that April could find on us from the TCRI experiments and we all actually are blood related and were born the exact same day and in the order that we thought. When we were kids, there were times when we were curious about whether we all actually were related to each other or not since physically we have similarities, like how me and Leo have the exact same eye color and then Raph’s match Donnie’s spot on, but personality wise each of us are so different. There were also times when we weren’t sure who was actually the oldest. For example, Donnie can sometimes be wise and calm like Leo, plus he’s been the tallest of us four for a long time now, so we all wondered if he could actually be one of the oldest of us four. There were other times where we wondered if Raph was the oldest because he’s always been the strongest. But regardless of these curious thoughts, somehow our instincts helped us know who was really the oldest to youngest, but it was nice to officially know that we are all blood related and the order of our births though.”

Sam smiled as she looked over at him. She was walking along his left side, so she was able to see his left shoulder where his shell tattoo was. “I still can’t believe you have that.” “What?” he said tilting his head to the side. “A tattoo. Like, I just can’t believe you guys learned how to do all that, and they look really good to!” “Dawwww you’re to kind miss.” “Do your brothers have any? And who printed them?” “Oh yeah! Leo has another shell tattoo like this on his right arm, and he also has a tattoo on his left bicep of turtles in a row with lines above and below them. The one on his bicep is a design that he made when he was younger so the design means a lot to him. Raph has a shell tattoo on his shoulder to, but of course the design is a bit different because he had to go be soooo cool and be different, pfftt! Whatever” he said as he rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Raph printed ALL the shell tattoos, but Leo printed the one on his left bicep with a little help from Raph, and I printed the one on my wrist all by myself.” “I guess Donnie doesn’t have any?” “He does actually! He has a smaller shell tattoo like this one on the top of his left shoulder, he just has so much gear on all the time that you can never see it.” “Wow, just from what you’ve told me this past week, I thought he would be a total health freak and wouldn’t let a needle anywhere near his skin.” Mikey chuckled. “You’re spot on when you say that, that’s why he ONLY has the shell tattoo, and it’s the smallest of all four of our shell tattoos. But we’ve all seen the shell tat as a symbol that represents our family, that’s the sole reason he allowed it. The rest of us have at least one other, but he would only allow that one.” “So then what’s the meaning of this one?” I asked as I pointed to the cursive writing on his left wrist. “Honestly that was a mix of me being extremely proud of myself both for learning how to print my own tattoo AND for learning how to write in cursive. Our dad taught us…basically everything we’ve ever really learned, but I was always the last one to really understand anything, so this tattoo was pretty much me rewarding and praising myself for learning the two skills.” “That’s really cool” I said with a beaming smile. “I love hearing stories about meaningful tattoos. Again this is just my personal opinion, but I just don’t get the point in getting a ton of random tattoos, but I think meaningful tattoos are really nice. Ha, is there a reason for your brother branding kanji on his shoulder?” “Oh no that one’s is just him trying to look super cool. Like even Leo who’s all for tattoos thought he was crazy for that one.” We both had to cover our mouths so that we didn’t laugh too loud in the middle of the night. “Does the kanji have a relative meaning to his life or anything at least?” He nodded. “That I can luckily say yes to. It matches the kanji on the top of his bandana.” My eyebrows rose in surprise. “I never realized he had kanji on the top of his head.” “Really? I guess you didn’t notice mine then either.” “No! Where is it?” He stopped and held the end of the left strap of his bandana so that the cloth was flat so that the kanji was visible. “Whoa! I never noticed that until now! Do all four of you have this as well?” “Yup! Leo’s is on the right side near his eyes and it stands for ‘patience,’ Raph’s kanji on his shoulder and on the top of his bandana reads ‘anger’ and the kanji on his right strap reads ‘beast,’ Donnie’s kanji on his left strap stands for ‘bright’ and he also has a small turtle print above it, and then MINE stands for ‘heart’ which I have a lot of because I’m just incredibly amazing. I guess I should also point out that there’s kanji painted on the back of my shell as well.” “NO THERE’S NOT!” “SHHHH!” “Dude…I swear I’ve been living under a rock. How have I not noticed any of this?!” “Because you weren’t looking for it, but now you are!” “Wow, I was not expecting this Psychology 101 type of info today. I was un-prepared.” “Hehe, oh hey there’s a ladder coming up, if you put my board in your bag then I can carry you up.” I nodded as he handed me his board. It was as I was securing his board to the straps on the back of my bag that I noticed the writing on the back of his shell for the first time. I hopped up onto his back as I carefully swung my arms around his neck and held on as he climbed up the ladder to the roof of the building. “So what does it stand for then?” “Mine stands for ‘child,’ a perfect fit for me if I do say so myself” he chuckled. “Mine? So your brothers have spray paint on their shells as well?” “Leo and Raph do. Leo has ‘honor’ painted in blue on his shell, and Raph has ‘family’ in red on the back of his. Hehe, Leo can write in Japanese perfectly, but when it comes to paint he just can’t keep himself from making mistakes, so don’t tell anyone this, but because I had to paint the kanji on Raph’s shell I secretly wrote ‘Mikey’s the best’ in really small Japanese characters in brown on his shell in a really hard to see spot.” “Damn, and I thought branding kanji into your skin was badass, but this totally tops everything you’ve said about your brothers! But don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” As we reached the top of the building, he put me down and put his knuckles out for a fist bump. “Thanks bruh.” I returned the gesture. “Cowabunga!” “Booyakasha!”

It only took a few more minutes and the two had reached the apartment. It had gotten pretty late by the time they returned home, time passing by much quicker since they made the decision to walk home. The last few minutes continued to be filled with nothing but kind and humorous conversation between the two friends, both enjoying the others company. Mikey slowly began to notice that Sam asked a lot more questions and did a lot more listening than making comments about her own family and life, but he also assumed this was because he was a giant mutant turtle. Most people would probably want to talk more about that than everyday life. Once they reached the apartment the two said their goodbyes and decided to call it a night, but both couldn’t wait for the following night, hoping that they would get to hangout and have another great night goofing off together just like they had tonight. 

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