#yeah sorry this is a long one but once I started rambling I couldn’t stop

[bianquitasunderworld]

dave lizewski smut plsss i love nerdy dick 😭😭🙏

Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I love nerdy dick too twin, you so real for this omg😭‼️ (omg y’all i didn’t expect myself to make this kind of romantic sorry y’all i’ll write something crazy next time, this is long as hell ‼️)

How did this happen? How did Dave end up with the woman he thought was the hottest girl on earth, on top of him straddling his hips?

It all started when Dave decided to invite his girlfriend over to study. She definitely did not want to study—how could she, when all she could think about was how hot he looked while he rambled on about some silly, boring, and excessively long economic questions for class.

Truth be told, she didn’t care much about anything he was saying at the moment. Although that might sound rude, she didn’t care one bit. Her boyfriend sat at the edge of his bed, rambling, and he looked absolutely perfect. His glasses were set perfectly in place on his face, and the way the tip of his tongue stuck out as he delved deep into thought about his stupid economics homework—how could she possibly focus?

Dave was completely oblivious to her ogling. He wasn’t aware that she was practically salivating just from looking at him, he was oblivious to all the impure thoughts running through his girlfriends head, he was so focused on finishing his assignments he didn’t realize just how needy his girlfriend was.

Although Dave and you were in a very serious relationship you’ve never discussed sex it was uncharted territory for both of you. Dave was too shy and embarrassed because he was still a virgin it was a sensitive topic for him. Everyone is aware he isn’t the most popular guy at school.

You on the other hand were scared you’d send him running for the hills if you tried to suggest sex, It’s not like you both never did anything well…the furthest you’ve gotten with each other was making out and grinding against each other, and the ending result was always the same: Dave blushing, covering his lap with a pillow while he sat at his desk chair, and diverting into discussions about random comics and superhero references as if you didn’t just have your tongue in his mouth.

You kept eyeing Dave and biting your lip the thoughts running through your head were pure sin, you were convinced if Dave knew about them he would be a stuttering and blushing disaster. You didn’t think your staring was obvious until Dave suddenly redirected his attention from his five-minute monologue about consumerism, catching you in the act.

He looked back at you from his spot on the bed as he cleared his throat and spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is um something wrong?” God he was so sweet and caring he was oblivious to the fact that all you wanted to do was have him whimpering and groaning beneath you, your desires were consuming your mind. You always wondered what he would sound like when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. You’d caught a glimpse of it once, and since then, your thirst for more was like that of a desert traveler yearning for a drop of water.

“Yeah-Mhm everything’s fine sorry my mind was somewhere else for a second” you smiled at him trying to sound as if you weren’t seconds away from jumping on him. He smiled and adjusted his glasses before he nodded and turned his attention back to his paper.

You couldn’t stand it the last straw was when he bit his bottom lip in concentration you couldn’t stop yourself you swiped his paper off the table, the rustling sound breaking the spell between you. You set it down with a bit more force than intended, a bold move that marked your intentions.

Leaning in, you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, a surge of unspoken desires finally finding expression. His initial surprise melted away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. In that stolen kiss, the air crackled with a mix of passion and anticipation, as if the world outside had faded, leaving just the two of you suspended in that breathtaking moment.

And there it was, the culmination of all those unspoken desires, manifesting in the reality of the moment. Dave found himself reclined against the headboard, a sensation of both exhilaration and disbelief coursing through him. You straddled him, your legs encasing his body, intimacy that had been a distant fantasy until now. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, which had turned a deep shade of crimson. The flush of his cheeks mirrored the intensity of the moment, a testament to the shared vulnerability and passion.

Your gaze trailed down, drinking in the sight of his bare chest pressed against you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath a captivating dance. The tousled strands of his hair cradled his head against the pillow like a crown, accentuating his allure.

His eyes held a mix of emotions as they lingered on your chest, a blend of curiosity and desire. The gravity of the moment weighed on the air, punctuated by his words, “Are you sure about this?” Your fingers, tender as a whisper, glided across his cheek, a gesture of reassurance and care. Leaning down, you captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss, your intention clear—to grant him the choice to halt if his comfort wavered.

You sought to convey through touch what words might not fully express. His gaze held yours, a reservoir of affection and trust that spoke volumes. With a glance saturated in love, he nodded, affirming his readiness to explore uncharted realms with you.

He looked down between both your bodies, you were hovering over him, he bit his lip. Dave whined out a small, broken “please.” You closed your eyes savoring the way he spoken his plead was music to your ears.

You slowly sank down on to him, your mouth let out a small gasp at the feeling as he let out a deep groan, he felt the way you clamped down against him, the way he stretched you open had you groaning. You leaned down to kiss him gently, and gave yourselves time to adjust to the new sensation. Dave was girthy and long, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, this felt different from all the times you’ve had sex this, this was love. You could feel the love radiating off of him as he kissed you and groaned into the passionate kiss.

Once you both adjusted, Dave gripped your hips and bucked his hips into you, his thrust were slow and deep, the noises of skin against each other and pleasurable moans filled the room. “Y-you’re so beautiful” Dave muttered and he looked into your eyes. “You’re so pretty davie” You couldn’t help but cry out as you reached down to play with yourself rubbing small gentle circles on your clit and slowly grinding down against him.

He whimpered and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you in place. You could feel the tension in his body, the excitement building as he felt you against his body. You leaned down to kiss him gently, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tender embrace. You were addicted to the feeling of him inside you, the way he held you, the way he moaned your name. The pressure was building and you knew that you were about to cum you were trying to hold off trying to make this last for as long as you could. “Dave-I’m gonna cum--“ You cried out.

“I-f-fuck” Dave stuttered out as he felt you squeeze around him as you reached your climax, your body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Dave was groaning deep in his throat, his hips moving up and down as he came as well. You felt like you were one, a single unit, moving together in a synchronized dance of pleasure as he came deep in you.

Dave whimpered as you rode out your high against him, he felt himself growing overstimulated, he reached for your hips and kept a firm hold on you to keep you from moving, his body was shaking and sweat dripped from his forehead.

“I love you,” you murmured, your voice laced with affection.

“I love you too, baby,” Dave replied, a tender smile on his lips. With a gentle motion, he lifted himself and drew you in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

Releasing yourself from the embrace, you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you reclined against the bed, Dave at your side. He seemed to shift, a hint of nervousness tainting his usual bashful demeanor. “So, uh, how did I do? Was it okay?” His cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato’s hue.

“You were amazing.”

#dave lizewski x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #kick ass x reader #kick ass fanfic #dave lizewski #dave lizewski smut #aaron taylor johnson smut #atj x reader #kick ass 2 #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski fic #dave lizewski fanfic

[melrodrigo]

Tardy - T.C.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None??

Summary: You come late to a class one day, and an unexpected friendship, (and maybe more) blossoms.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Woo! This was a long one to write, and i'm not sure if i added enough fluff in there, but if you guys want a part two, i'm happy to write more :)

You had been pining over this girl for six months. At first it was all fun and games, just some motivation to get up and into class each morning. But soon with every nice gesture and soft smile she sent your way, it turned into something more.

Tara Carpenter.

She was the prettiest girl you've ever laid your eyes on, with wide doe eyes and freckles littered everywhere across her face. You'd noticed her one particular day when you had realized you overslept, rushed into class, in nothing but your jamies and an oversize hoodie.

When you opened the doors, a little loud, okay maybe a lot loud, everyone's heads snapped to you. You stilled, acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on you.

A small giggle sounded through the room, and you locked eyes with a short-looking brunette.

Feeling embarrassed enough to last a lifetime, you quickly hurried over and sat next to the girl, a blush rising up your neck at everyone still staring.

"As I was saying..." The professor began, to which most people took their eyes off you and focused back on the lesson. You breathed out a sigh.

"That was quite an entrance, if I do say so myself." A voice sounded beside you.

When you turned your head to look at her, the comeback you had so cleverly thought up died in your throat.

"I- um, hi! Yeah, it was a crazy day, see- I just went to a party last night and I might've gotten crazy drunk and then forgot to set my alarm and woke up and realized we had a test today, so I really wasn't thinking about my outfit, but-" You stopped when you realized you'd been rambling, the blush rising to the tip of your ears now, though for a totally different reason.

The girl cocked an eyebrow up and gave a tiny smirk.

"Sorry, my name's YN. I'm not usually this stupid." You offered her a handshake, head turned down in embarrassment.

"A handshake?" She asked a little teasingly, but took your hand nevertheless.

Deciding you'd already embarrassed yourself enough for one day, you turned back to the teacher, determined not to act stupid in front of this pretty girl.

"Tara." She mumbled after a while, but loud enough for you to hear.

"I'm sorry?"

She turned to you and tilted her head a bit, like staring hard enough would allow her to read your mind.

"My name's Tara." She said, giving you another soft smile.

You felt your lips start to tug upwards at the ends, and a giddy feeling, like butterflies entered your stomach.

"Pleased to meet you, Tara."

_

The both of you never talked about the routine you got into, but ever since that first day, when you walked into class and scanned the room, you would always look for Tara first.

She would always leave a seat beside her for you, death glaring anyone that tried to sit in it.

It was a comfortable situation, and you were content in being in her company, even though it was only for a few hours.

You’d bring her and yourself some coffee, quickly remembering what her go-to order was.

Sometimes you guys would study together in the library, throwing flirty comments and looking at each other longer than friends should.

You couldn’t help but get distracted sometimes in class, what with such a gorgeous girl next to you, how could you not?

Unbeknownst to you, Tara would also sneak some peeks in, but she was a lot more discreet about it. You never caught her staring once.

-

But on one random Tuesday morning, she wasn't there. It was weird of Tara to not be there before you, since you were always late, but you shrugged it off and figured she might've gotten lost on the way to class. She would never miss a class in her life. You brushed the nagging feeling in your chest away.

Halfway through the lesson, the nagging feeling turned into outright worry. Tara would never miss a class without an important reason, and if she did, she would have at least texted you about it. The two of you had grown pretty close in the last semester.

y/n: Hey, are you okay?

She never answered.

As soon as the class ended, you sprinted outside and started running.

Finding the way to Tara's apartment was a bit challenging, seeing as though you'd never been there before. But Tara had given the address to you once, during a frat party you attended together.

You swayed on the heels of your feet anxiously, hoping Tara was home and not out somewhere dangerous. You had heard news of a new killer around, though you didn't pay it much attention. You certainly didn't want Tara to be one of his victims though.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A girl you'd never seen before opens the door, expression clearly annoyed. She looked a bit like Tara, but her demeanor was all dark and gloomy, completely unlike Tara.

"Um...is Tara home?" You mumbled, starting to feel small under her intense gaze.

"And who the hell are you? " She asked, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"YN?" Came a voice from inside, and you immediately recognized it as Tara's.

The girl at the door was pushed aside gently, and you looked down to see Tara, a curious expression painting her face.

"Ohmygod i'm so glad your okay. I was so worried I thought that psycho killer might've gotten you." You mumbled as you pulled her in for a tight embrace, her face nuzzling in the side of your neck. A small giggle erupted from the girl, and she held you a little tighter.

You stayed like that for a while, until someone loudly cleared their throat beside you.

You pulled away quickly, forgetting that there were other people present, and straightened up, raising your hand to the girl who greeted you at the door.

“Sam? Is everything okay?” Came a male voice from inside the apartment.

“Yeah, we’re good Chad!” She shouted back, still eyeing you like you were scum on earth.

You took a breath and stepped forward, raising your hand and meeting her eye.

"Hi. I'm YN." She eyed your hand, arms still crossed and very much still looking furious.

"A handshake?" She shot Tara a look, expressing something like a "really? this is the one you pick?"

"Yeah i'm sorry if i'm intruding, I just wanted to make sure Tara was okay since she didn't come to class today." You explained.

The older girl was fast to snap back, "You are, and you've seen her, so you should leave now."

"Sam!" Tara exclaimed, taking a hold of your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

"It's okay Tara, I don't mind. As long as I know you’re okay, then I’m good." You whispered, making sure she looked you in the eye to express how serious you were.

Her eyes softened a little, before turning to Sam and speaking slowly.

"He must've saw her come up. We can't let her go. She might get attacked."

You furrowed your eyebrows, starting to get confused about what they were talking about.

Sam must've saw the look in Tara's eyes, because she rebuffed her immediately, glaring at you as she said, "Absolutely not. I know nothing about her, you know nothing about her. For all we know, she's the killer!"

At that you step in.

"Woah, woah woah. I just gotta defend myself here and say I don't know what you're talking about right now, but I am most definitely not a killer." You winked at the older girl, trying to keep the mood light.

Oh shit. That sounds exactly like something a killer would say.

"I mean-! I'm just Tara's friend, I wanted to make sure she was okay. She never misses class so I came to check on her." You hurried out, seeing the look of suspicion growing on Sam's face.

"Please, Sam. How many innocent people are you gonna let die? And if she is the killer, then we'll have her right here with us! We'll keep an eye on her." Tara pleaded, though her tone was more pressed than anything.

Sam let out a scoff, and walked away, further into their apartment.

You’re left standing in the hallway corridor, not really sure what just happened.

"I guess that's a yes." Tara sing-songed and smiled at you, pulling you in and closing the door and giving you a peck on the cheek.

Your eyes widened and you tried your best not to gulp, but by the way Tara's smile turned even bigger, you know you failed.

"Come on, let's go meet the others." She tugged on your wrist, which she was still keeping a death grip on. Effectively dragging you forward to the living room.

You snap out of your daze and start to follow her, but not before asking a question you should’ve asked about five minutes before.

"What's this about me being a killer again?"

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #scream vi #tardy

[meganwritesfanfics]

Take the Heart From My Chest

Jamie Tartt x Reader

Jamie and the Reader's baby is on his way, and both could not be more terrified.

Check out Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Trigger Warning: Difficult Birth

It had taken only a half an hour before the pair found themselves in hospital, having been ushered into a room as soon as they had arrived. Jamie sat next to Y/N gripping her hand tightly, his leg bouncing ferociously. They were still waiting for someone to come see them, when Jamie’s mom came running into the room. 

“Mum,” Jamie sighed as he ran to her burying himself in her arms. 

“Oh baby,” Georgie cried as she held onto him. “Have the doctors come in yet?” 

            “No, they just put us in a room, i  um… mummy can you… will you stay with Y/N. I need to… I need to call someone.” Jamie said leaving the room. 

            “Jamie,” Both his mother and Y/N called. But his head was already filled with a loud ringing. He couldn’t breathe. He was absolutely terrified and there was only one person he wanted to talk to. As he paced back and forth in the hallway he quickly pulled out his phone. 

“Tartt what the fuck do you…” Roy grumbled

“Y/N she… we were just walking, I was showing her around town and then, he showed up and he… god I should have done more I should have not let him anywhere near here and…” Jamie started rambling. 

“Woah, woah, what the fuck happened.” Roy snapped. 

“I don’t know, the doctors just put us in a room, no one has come to talk to us yet. I…” 

“Doctors, are you at the hospital. Fuck Jamie what the fuck happened.” 

“My dad, he saw us walking and he started in on his normal rant and I just… I just stood there and took it. But Y/N, she stood up to him and he shoved her, and something happened, she was in a lot of pain, but  I don’t know what is going on, and I don’t know if the baby is ok I just… I don’t know and I… I need you here. And I know Y/N needs you here.” 

There was moment of silence. 

“I will be there.” Roy said and Jamie let out a relieved sigh. “Text me with updates.” 

“Yeah, of course!” Jamie said and then the two hung up and Jamie took a moment just to breath before he headed back into the room. His mother was sitting next to Y/N dabbing her forehead with a wet flannel. 

“Where did you go?” Y/N gasped as she saw him come inside. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain. 

“I’m sorry baby, I needed to make a phone call.” Jamie said as he took his place back by her side and grabbed her hand bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. 

It was another 15 minutes before a doctor finally came in to see them. Jamie tried to stay calm as he helped Y/N tell what happened and what was going on, but it became harder when he watched the doctors face fall. 

“Well let me take a look really quick ok, can I have you both help me get her in position.” The doctor responded. 

The whole time Jamie held onto Y/N’s hand tightly. When the doctor finally turned to look at them, Jamie could see the worry in her face.

“It looks like your baby is impatient, he is coming now.” 

“What!” Jamie and Y/N gasped. 

“No that’s, that’s not possible, it’s… it’s too early.” Y/N said and the heart rate monitor she was hooked upto began to spike. 

“Baby,” Jamie said as he tried to sooth her. 

“Now I’m not going to say this isn’t risky, but unfortunately the baby is past the point of where we can stop the labor. We are going to have to proceed, but in order for this to happen safely I am going to need you to stay calm Mrs. Tartt.” The doctor replied. And Y/N blushed but she didn’t correct her. “We need to try to keep your heart rate and the baby’s as steady and normal as possible for as long as we possibly can.” 

“Of course.” Y/N replied. 

“And unfortunately, because this is such a high risk, an epidural would not be advisable either.” 

Y/N mouth opened but no words came out, and Jamie could feel her start to shake. 

“I will be back in an hour or so once labor progresses a bit more, and it seems that your son is an over achiever so I can imagine it will be a quick labor.” The doctor joked trying to lighten the mood in the room. “Feel free to hit the call button if you need anything.” She smiled and then she left. 

The minute the doctor left Y/N lost it. 

“Jamie, I can’t do this, I can’t the pain, it… and what if the baby, oh god what if… nope I’m not doing this, he is just going to have to wait until I am ready.” 

“Y/N, baby, look at me.” Jamie said as he grabbed Y/N face. “Breathe, breathe for me ok, you can do this. Everything will be fine, the baby will be fine.” 

“You don’t know that, you can’t possibly know that I…” 

“Y/N darlin’ did I ever tell you the story of the day Jamie was born.” Georgie started as she brushed some hair out of Y/N’s face. “He was not an easy birth let me tell you, there were so many complication. And there were moments where things got scary, but he turned out perfect.” 

“Thanks mum.” Jamie smiled. 

“I know you are scared, and trust me you have every right to be.” Georgie continued. “But you are so much stronger than you could ever possibly imagine.” 

“And I’m here for ya, every step of the way.” Jamie said. “What ever you need, I will do it” 

“We need to think of names, god we haven’t even picked out a name yet.”

“I didn’t pick Jamie’s name out until he was almost 2 days old. We just called him grandad, he looked like such a wrinkly old man.” 

Jamie’s jaw dropped, and all he could think about was how he had been calling Roy Grandad for years now. 

Y/N giggled as she held onto Jamie’s hand even tighter. 

“We are going to be parents Jamie,” She smiled her body stil shaking, but he could see that she had finally started to calm down. 

“We are going to be the best fucking parents,” Jamie smiled as he leaned down to kiss Y/N forehead. “Apart from you of course mummy.” And Georgie laughed. 

*****

Jamie hated seeing Y/N in pain. Every time she made any noise of a contraction happen or her being uncomfortable in anyway, he woul instantly do whatever he could to help sooth the pain. It had been almost an hour since they had last seen the doctor, but Y/N pain was getting worse, and her body shook so bad she couldn’t even get out of the bed to do any other the pain relief exercises Jamie and her learned for labor. 

“We are not naming out son after a footballer.” Y/N laughed but the laugh quickly turned into a groan as another contraction hit. Jamie had been trying to distract her from the pain by running through baby names with her. All of his ideas included famous football players names. “Jamie,” She cried as she crushed his hand as it held her. 

“Just breathe love,” Georgie tried to encourage as she rubbed Y/N’s back. 

“It hurts,” Y/N cired and Jamie’s heart broke. 

“I know baby, how can I help, what do you need me to do.” He pleaded trying to find some way to ease her pain. 

“I can’t do this Jamie, I can’t.” She sobbed. 

“Oh but baby I know you can. You are the strongest woman I know. And this baby is going to love you so much, and I love you so much. I know you are in pain, and I wish to God that I could take that away, but it won’t be too much longer know and our little Ronaldo will be out in the world.” He smirked and Y/N laughed again. 

“You are the worst.” She said as she sighed the contraction pain lessening. 

“But you love me.” Jamie smiled as he kissed her forehead once more. 

“I love you so much Jamie Tartt.” Y/N said as she shifted so she was sitting more upright. “So very much and I…” She winced in pain again but she had something she needed to say. 

“Baby, what are you doing don’t move if it hurts?” Jamie said concerned. 

“Will you shut up and let me say this.” She smiled. “Jamie Tartt I love you so much and I want nothing more than to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?” 

Jamie’s jaw dropped. 

“Jamie, answer the girl!” Georgie gasped, but Jamie just let go of Y/N hand and ran over to where his jacket was draped over a chair. He returned holding a small box in his hand. 

“I was going to ask you tonight, that’s why I took you to the bridge.” He opened it. The wedding ring was unique in the way the bands twisted, and how the stone was set. Jamie had spent hours stalking Y/N pinterest to find the right ring. 

Y/N gasped. 

“So to answer your question. Yes I will marry you, and will you Y/N Y/L/N marry me?” 

“Of course!” Y/N squealed as she pulled Jamie into her for a long kiss. “You do realize though that that ring is not going fit right now.” 

“I anticipated that so,” He pulled the ring out to revel that it was on a long chain. “I had them add this to it, just until I can properly slip it on your finger.” 

“Oh Jamie.” Y/N said. “Can you help me put it on,” she asked as she leaned forward so Jamie could clasp the necklace around her neck. 

“Oh I’m so happy for you two! I have already considered you my daughter but now it’s official,”  Georgie beamed. 

Suddenly a nurse burst in, “Mr. Tartt, there is, well there is a lot of people demanding to see you and one very angry and scary man who I am afraid may hurt someone.” 

Jamie looked at the nurse confused before he followed her out into the waiting room. 

There he found the entire Richmond team, including Ted, Coach Beard, Rebecca, Higgins, Keeley and Roy. 

The minute Roy made eye contact with him, he shoved the nurses who were trying to hold him back out of the way rushing up to Jamie

“Jamie,” He gasped. 

“I… I’m so scared Roy.” Jamie broke. 

Roy pulled Jamie into his arms and hugged him tightly.

#jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #series #fanfic

[claraswritings]

Stay For Now, I Love You Forever

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (a tiny bit of Marc Spector x Reader- pining)

Summary: Steven meets a girl. Steven falls for her. Marc falls too.

Warning: Some angst. Set mostly pre-series. (Also for the sake of the fic, Marc is already divorced). First time writing Steven/Marc/Moon Knight system. This is not spell checked as I’m posting at nearly 2AM lol.

A/N: Meant to finish this sooner but I got Covid :( Tagged @marvelenthusiast10 )

***

“Okay Steven…what’s your symptoms.”

The man before you shifted in the chair, drumming his fingers on his jeans, eyes flickering over the walls. It looked like he was battling the urge to run away. It was obvious that he felt awkward, and you couldn’t blame him. It was pretty bizarre having to explain your sleep symptoms to a total stranger.

“Right…” Steve started then trailed off “Sorry Uhh…” he hesitated once more as he looked away from you and rested his gaze on the view from the window. where he could see I t had started to snow heavily.

“Huh…it’s snowing.” He commented “Didnt know it was going to snow? Did you?…Do you think the buses will be running?”

Sensing his rambling was a outburst of nerves, something to distract himself, you attempted to placate him “I didn’t…but I like the snow… I’m sure the buses will be fine but I’ll check the TfL website for you before you go. Do you need a drink?”

Steven brought his dark eyed gaze back to you. “Right sorry, sorry…” he muttered, scratching his jaw… “I’ll get to the point and stop rambling…”

“It’s okay…take your time…” you reassured him. “I have lots of time”

He hesitated, once more before he took a breath for composure

“Okay, so sometimes, yeah, I wake up… and…I‘ve lost… hours or even sometimes days at a time…like couple of weeks ago… I went to bed on Friday…” he gestured, with one hand, the sleeve of his over sized jacket sliding up as he did “but I woke up on Sunday…but I’m still tired…Fell asleep on the bus…” he trailed off for only long enough to rake a hand through his wavy dark hair “Feel like I’ve been hit by one too.”

He gave you a muted smile, as he pulled the long sleeves of his blue jacket back down.

Your lips lifted at corner as a response to his joke, and you nodded slowly, writing down what he was saying.

“That’s not normal is it? Losing days…” He frowned a little, his gaze on you, as you could feel him almost crying out for help “I feel like I’m losing my bloody mind.” He mumbled, his voice quiet.

“No Steven, you’re not, a lack of sleep can do all sorts of things to our bodies, that’s why I’m here. Sleep is a very difficult thing to get right… but we can help you…once we work out what might be causing whatever is happening…do you have any other symptoms? Do you ever sleep walk?”

“See… I thought maybe I did, cause I’d wake up and be like coming back through the door…” Steven leant forward, uncrossing his arms to draw a circle in the air “But like the sand circle would still be yknow in a circle, right? So I can’t be?” He spoke as if he was offering a suggesting, shoulders moving up and down in a shrug that did not look as nonchalant as he had clearly hoped

Now he’d lost you.

“Sand circle?”

“Oh god I’m gonna sound like a right weirdo…” he flopped back in the seat. “I put the sand circle around my bed…, yeah, cause if I was sleep walking I’d shuffle and ruin it.” Steven explained with a wave of his hand. “Wouldn’t I?”

You had to admit it, it was clever, if a little unconventional. “Yeah, that’s actually quite a good idea… never heard that one but I like it.” You nodded encouragingly. As the years you’d spent helping set up various sleep studies, you’d heard all the classics-no caffeine, no cheese, lavender oil, hot baths, white noise, black out curtains… but you’d never heard of using a sand circle to test if you were sleeping walking.

“That and the restraint on the bed.” Steven tacked on then instantly realised what he clicked your eyebrows shooting upwards “Not like that...I’m not like…” He muttered, a red creeping up over his face, as his hand crept up to itch the back of his neck. “Don’t really get the chance for anything like that with the…funny sleeping stuff and that…” he trailed off.

stoptalking stoptalking stoptalking stoptalking. He told himself internally and shook his head, trying not to visibly shudder at his own awkward comment. How he’d just told you, the prettiest woman he’d seen in…god knows how long, that he had a restraint on his bed. God Steven, way to show off your glaring red flag.

“You…you have a restraint?” you paused, trying not to smile at the flustered man before you, as he now was staring directly at the spot where your desk met carpet. “To prevent the sleepwalking of course.”

The comment about not having the chance stuck out to you. Must mean he’s single.

“Yeah, uh..I have tape too for the… for the door. So I can’t get out and bother anyone…Tried to keep myself up aswell, listened to a podcast and did the stuff it said… puzzles, reading books, all that…didn’t work though…”

His eyes shot back to you as hand ran through his thick wavy hair again Everything about him was a bundle of nerves from the fidgeting to the eyes looking from you to the window and back to the tangents, now on top of that, he was worried his sleep issue would bother anyone. You couldn’t help but feel for him.

“And how long have you been using these… techniques for?”

“Oh god…” he blew out a long exhale “I don’t actually know…to be quite honest…ages now…Doctor”

“It’s okay Steven, anything that can help you is worth trying…and I’m not a doctor… I’m a sleep…tech…” you held your hands up. “I just check you in and help with results.”

“Oh..sorry…” he faltered, a little embarrassed , trying to find the words “…Ms. Sleep… Tech…Technician?… Technologist?”

He cringed inwardly at his own sentence only seconds after the words had left his mouth and for the… he’d lost count… time since he’d entered the room.

“Just….[Name]”

Once again, you weren’t pulling back, recoiling or phased by his awkwardness. You were, much to his surprise, smiling at him. Not the weird passive smile Donna gave him when asking, or rather telling him, to stay late. Not the fake nicety smile exhausted tourists usually gave him, you were actually smiling at him like you thought he was funny. The smile you were giving him was so genuine and warm, he felt himself relax under your eyes.

“You must always be well rested. Must be nice.” Steven attempted to extend the conversation, hoping his attempt wasn’t too ungraceful.

“Ah. You’d be surprised,” There was a smile toying at the corner of your mouth “I’m better at giving advice than I am at following it.”

“Suppose It’s like chefs innit…they come home and probably just Deliveroo themselves a Nando’s or KFC or something?”

You laughed “Yeah, exactly what I mean…Now look…I know this is going to sound cliche but…problems with sleep, it’s more common than you think.” Pausing, you put your notebook down, and leant in, elbows planted on the desk. “But basically in your deepest stage of sleep… your brain switches off the muscles… so you won’t be acting out your dreams or anything crazy. If you are in that stage, you won’t go anywhere, Steven.”

You turned one of your folders over and pushed a case plan towards him, and pointing out the diagrams with the end of your pen.

“We’ll chart your brainwaves whilst you’re asleep… then we can use them to work out what’s going on.”

“And that’ll help me?” He sounded hopeful as his gaze ran over the notes, following your make shift pointer.

“Yeah I hope so, i mean it might not stop the processes but it’ll help us understand what’s going on.”

“You must think I’m a right weirdo…but it’s nice…to talk to someone that isn’t my fish…or the living statue bloke,” Steven turned back to you, giving you a thankful look. “Or my boss.” He pulled a face.

“I don’t think you’re weird, Steven… I want to help you. I’ll listen for as long as you need me to”

You hadn’t automatically assumed he was some weirdo which was a relief. He felt comfortable with you like you actually wanted to help him rather than judging him.

There was a moments silence, then your eyes flicked down to the notebook that lay between you and back to Steven.

“Do you drink tea…or coffee?”

“Oh… um, just tea with soy milk and one sugar. Sometimes a hot chocolate? Although that’s not caffeine is it? I wouldn’t mind one of those flavoured ones, Think they do them that cafe around the corner if you’d like?” He grinned somewhat awkwardly “they do refills…which you know in London, gotta get your moneys worth… it’s expensive.”

You felt a heat creep up your face “Erm…it’s for the questionnaire? I need to know how much caffeine you’re drinking?”

“Oh..oh god I’m sorry, I’ve just put my foot in it havent I?… I thought you were…and now I’m rambling, I do that…”

“But…yes Steven. I’d love to have any hot drink with you…”

“Wait. Really?” Steven faltered, surprised.

“Of course. I finish at half five. I’ll meet you there.”

And when you’d walked into the cafe, saw him already waiting there, drink gently steaming on the table and book in hand, reading glasses on, you’d slid in beside him and had never looked back.

*

When Steven offered to meet you at your flat to go for dinner two days later, you agreed. It was suggestion, that had it come from any of the fuck boys in your Tinder matches would have had you hitting the un match button…but with Steven…you knew he was being sweet.

You knew he wasn’t just asking to try get into your place and into your underwear, although you wouldn’t have minded. He was asking because he didn’t want you to walk to the Tube station alone in the dark.

Steven had wrapped up in a winter coat, and worn a dark blue scarf and matching gloves. He brought chocolate and a dozen pink roses, which as he’d handed over, he’d told you that he noticed your notebook had been pink and thought it was a safe bet for the colour. Before you could say thank you he’d already apologised for the chocolates incase you hated them or incase he’d got the colour wrong.

You’d kissed him on the cheek, told them they were perfect and that you’d share the chocolates with him, before linking your gloved hands together and starting your walk to your favourite Asian restaurant in Camden, where he’d had a tofu version of a curry and you’d had chicken teriyaki skewers. It was closing time before you’d left arm in arm, giggling as you walked together.

As you made your way back to the Tube station, Steven had excitedly wanted to try a bubble waffle, so you’d opted for a shared vegan friendly version and ate it with two forks. You’d hugged him outside the station then met him outside his work two days later…and before long you’d fallen into an easy pattern of dating.

The first time he hadn’t called when he said he would, was one month into dating and he was eight hours late. Steven had saw the voicemails left from you and panicked, fully expecting the “you’re an arsehole, never talk to me again” but no, you’d called him to check he was okay, came by his place and even posted a card through his letterbox telling him you were thinking of him and you hoped he was okay.

You were worried.

Steven kept that card in the top drawer of his beside table alongside a napkin from your first date, one of the gratuity sweets from your second, the first note you’d ever wrote to him, a puzzle you’d bought to do together and a model pyramid you’d saw online and thought of him. You’d said you just saw it on Amazon, but it wasn’t one you could just buy. Steven knew from the model that you’d have had to buy it from a specific retailer. You’d never tell him you googled it specifically but he loved that you did.

He knew he loved you then and there

*

“Hey babe.” You stuck your head around the entrance to the gift shop and grinned at him.

Steven, at the sight of you, dropped the plush back into a box and ran to you, squeezing you tight.

“Hiya love, I’m just finishing up here. Won’t be five minutes and I’ll be over to you” he kept his hands on your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck and kissed him before reaching up and straightening the collar of his patterned shirt

“Okay, babe. I’ll just wander around. We can go to that new bakery if you like. I’ve checked the menu, they do have vegan options.”

His lips curled into a smile and he squeezed your hand by way of thanking you before you headed off to wait for him.

“That sounds brilliant. Really good!”

“Stevie!” A call rang out from across the room and Steven rolled his eyes

“Oh fuck Donna.”

“Stevie! I told you the answers no. So just stop talking to guests…alright? Leave it to the real tour guides…”She turned to you, not giving him the chance to reply “Is he bothering you?”

“Actually…” you wrapped your arm around Steven. “He’s not. I’m…”

“Oh…Stevie’s girlfriend.” Donna pointed at you “Gunna be honest, thought he’d made you up. Kept saying you were dead pretty and let him talk. Didn’t actually think you were real.” She laughed mirthlessly. “Thought he was bothering the guests again!”

“Well Steven is a wealth of information, and I want my info from the best source” you gave her as friendly of a smile as you could muster.

“Best source is a tour guide” she smiled “but I’m glad he has someone to listen to his weird rambling.”

“I’d rather hear about it from someone with a passion for it”

“I’m sure our guides are plenty passionate.” She turned on her heel to face Steven. “Clock off please. I’m not paying you to chat to your girlfriend.”

“Sure, Donna. Pleasure as always.” He gave a curt wave, however she had already stalked off before she could return the acknowledgment. “Back in a sec, love.” He leant in and pecked your lips before disappearing off to clock out.

When he returned a few minutes later you linked you arm through his, and noticing he looked slightly dejected, attempted to offer him some comfort.

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. I’ve done a few of these tours and I’ve learnt more from listening to you at home than I have from any of them”

“Really?” He perked up “Cause we have this new exhibit, it’s basically like the super group of Egyptian gods and it’s really interesting…the posters only show seven but there’s nine and…” Steven was suddenly conscious he was babbling but when he looked at you, he was still holding your attention.

“Tell me about it?” You asked him.

“About the super group?” Steven was quick to check, excited at the chance to discuss his passion before stopping. “I don’t want to bore you, love”

“You won’t.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze through

Steven could never bore you, everything about him was captivating. He was so excited and so passionate about Egyptian mythology that you couldn’t help but be drawn in by his wide eyed enthusiasm. You liked it when he went off on a tangent. It was cute.

“I love you, you know. And not just because you let me go on about Egyptology or that, I just really do love you, and I never thought I’d get that.”

“I love you too Steven.” You kissed him. “Now tell me about these super gods, I wanna know about the missing ones…”

***a few weeks later***

Marc froze. You were half asleep-half awake, the lights from the window, casting bright lights through the window of Stevens flat. You looked angelic, the slopes of your face, the curves of your body as you pulled the duvet tighter.

He’d watched from the background as you and Steven had fallen for each other over the past few months and Marc had, having seen how you were to Steven, had fallen for you too.

He’d realised it when he saw how gentle you were with Steven, after he’d woken one night when you’d been staying the night. He’d stumbled back to bed, a struggle to keep control of the body and barely collapsed into a half slumber before Steven had woke with a jolt around fifteen minutes later, pulling hard at the restraint and checking around him.

**flashback**

“Hey hey, it’s me babe, you’re okay…” you, on instinct, sat up next to Steven. He was checking the restraint, pulling at it hard to make sure it was in place. “…Steven, babe. You’re here, I’m with you, it’s okay.”

You reached for him slowly not making contact until Steven turned to meet your eyes. He was breathing heavy, chest heaving and shoulders tight, brow furrowed as you wrapped one arm around him and held his hand with the other.

“Steven. You haven’t had anything like this in a while.”

It was the first time you’d been there when it had happened. Usually, if Steven had a rough night, he’d call you and you’d talk and you’d stay with him listening.

“Im here babe.” You whispered

“Youre here.” His voice sounded so small and lost and such a far cry from how you’d ever heard him. A part of your heart broke seeing your usual bubbly, chatty Steven such a wreck. “I thought you’d left.”

“No. No.” You pulled him into you, lying back with his head on your shoulder as you carefully carded your hand through his curls. “I’m not leaving.…” You reached for his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please stay for now”

“Of course, for as long as you need me.”

**

Marc had felt so guilty that night that he’d resolved that he wouldn’t go far when you were staying the night. Steven deserved some happiness, a sense of peace, some chance to be normal so tonight he’d kept it short, a quick hour before returning back to you.

Marc wondered if he’d met you first…rather than Steven, would you have fallen in love with him? Would you be stroking circles on his back and whispering sweet nothings to him when he woke in the dead of the night, freaked out and panicking.

He doubted it. Everything you loved was so rooted in Steven. Sweet, endearingly quirky, good-natured, warm hearted, clever Steven, who was nothing like Marc.

You were always staring at Steven, looking in his big wide eyes, playing with the fluffy curls that Marc usually slicked back, sliding your hands under Steven’s oversized clothes that Marc hated, asking him questions about the book Steven was reading that Marc didn’t know anything about, offering suggestions for whatever puzzle Steven was looking at that Marc didn’t care for, you cooked Steven vegan versions of your own lunches where Marc would have preferred the meat, you left cute notes for Steven to find. You called him Babe all the time.

Steven deserved the world but, god how Marc was jealous. He wanted you to look at him the way you looked at Steven. He could feel it heavy on his shoulders as he breathed and like an open wound in his chest.

“Steven?” He froze in the spot where he was, you turned over in the bed, voice half asleep. “Come back to bed. It’s cold.” You muttered

“Shhh, back to sleep.” He had hoped you wouldn’t notice the change from London to American as he whispered approaching the bed.

“Babe you’re talking different.” you muttered.

The second of silence that passed felt like an age to Marc, the only sound was his hammering heart rate, before you filled the room with a sleepy laugh “You’re so funny…I love you Steven.”

And like that you were back to sleep, leaving Marc alone with his own racing heart.

**a few weeks later**

Steven had been gone for five days. You’d spent most of your mornings leaving early for work to drop in on him and see if he’d shown up, your lunch breaks scouring the local news to see if an anonymous man had shown up in any hospitals, you’d called almost every hospital and police station within a ten mile radius. The police had told you they’d “note his name and description” and let you know. By Wednesday you’d even went to his work twice only for Donna to tell you Steven doesn’t work here.

You’d began to wonder you should be going back to the police to tell them the missing person you’d reported still had not shown up when you heard a knocking at your door

“Gimme a minute,” You called out as pulled yourself off the sofa and headed to the door. Hauling it open you half expected to see your neighbour or the postman. What you were not expecting to see was your boyfriend, in a baggy navy jumper, hair sticking up at all angles and looking like he’d come off a 72 hour all nighter.

He wouldn’t have of course, Steven barely drank so you couldn’t process exactly how or what the fuck had happened until he spoke.

“Hi.” He managed to get out “I’m sorry I didn’t call you.”

“Steven…You‘ve been gone for days…where the fuck where you?” Your mouth formed the words, quieter, more concerned than angry.

Instead of saying a word, you felt him slump into your arms, exhausted.

“Fucking hell Steven, what happened?” You repeated yourself with a mutter as you looped an arm around his waist and the other you used to support him and helped him to the couch, where he flopped down. Your heart ached just looking at him.

“Don’t go.” He murmured, “Stay here.”

“I’m just getting you a blanket and a cuppa, babe… okay?” You brushed some of his curls back as he nodded. “I’ll be back in two minutes… I promise.”

You kissed his head and exactly two minutes later, you returned a steaming mug of tea and your favourite sage green blanket. You’d bought it in the Dunlem sale and it never left your bed until it made its way to Stevens. You’d wrapped him in it once when he’d fallen asleep at his desk and he’d looked so adorable you’d insisted he kept it.

“Are you okay? Should I be calling an ambulance or the police or something?”

His hands knotted around the edges as you draped it over him and sat the mug in front of him. You sat in silence beside him until he’d had a few large gulps. Steven shook his head

“I’m okay…no ambulance. no police needed. It’s alright..”

“Steven. You have to tell me where you were.” You tried “Please. I thought you were missing or dead, I kept expecting to see your picture on the news as a fucking body found.”

“You wouldn’t believe me…” he let out a tiny impression of a laugh “I mean not just you… no one would and I don’t blame them.”

“I will…I promise.”

“It sounds made up”

“Babe, not that long ago Spider-Man had a fight on Tower Bridge, and before that half the world disappeared and came back and before that Thor had a fight with that…alien thing in Greenwich and before that if you’d asked me, I’d say that shit only happens in New York but I’m three out of three of mad things that have happened to me so nothing you say is going to freak me out… but saying nothing is…” You pressed your head to his. “Please…please tell me where you were.”

Steven sighed, you looked so desperate to help, so worried and he could hear Marc, telling him to be honest with you, not being honest with Layla had cost him his relationship, and although they were still friends, he didn’t want the same to happen to you.

“Yeah okay…” he started “but you got to let me tell you the whole thing, alright? No matter how mental it sounds.”

You smiled. “Of course.”

And for the whole time, you kept your attention on him, nodding, asking questions and squeezing his hand”

“Suppose that’s it all.” He said with a finish “I’ll understand if you don’t want to go out with me anymore…”

“Steven.” You pulled him into a hug, hands reaching up to rub his back. “I believe you and I love you and of course I still want to go out with you.”

“But all I do is cause problems for everyone…I don’t want to mess up your-.”

“You could never be a problem. Not for me.”

“I will eventually.”

“Steven, there is no problem you could cause that would be too big. You were never a problem to me.” Your head shook vehemently “and you never will be. Not now, not ever. You and me always.”

“I love you…” he muttered leaning in and pressing his head to yours so softly “forever”

“…I love you so much.”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me…us.” He paused, as you tilted your head with a smile “Marc won’t come forward now but he cares for you. A lot.”

“Steven, you will always be enough for me…but one day I’d like to meet him…Marc…if that’s okay with both of you…when he’s ready.”

Steven nodded. “I think he’d like that too.”

The relief lifted a weigh off his shoulders and he felt himself settle back into the sofa. You joined him, and slipped your arms around him, pulling the blanket around you both.

“I’ve missed you.” You muttered quietly.

“I missed you too.”

Steven kissed you softly and started to apologise before you planted another kiss on his lips, softly and gently.

“Shhh, you have nothing to apologise for. I’m just glad I have my boyfriend back.” You gave him an easy smile and he leant in.

.“I’m glad I’m back too…love. To the rest of our lives Eh?” He leant in to you as you repeated his sentiment.

“To the rest of our lives”

#steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #moon knight imagine

[jerzwriter]

Tobias took his friend Casey to see his hometown of Washington, DC, all decked out for the holidays; then, she showed him how her hometown of Philadelphia did it. Now, they make one pitstop on the way back home and decide what city does it best... and wrestle with what they mean to each other.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Tobias Carrick & Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 2,400 (sorry) A/N: This series is a rewrite of a fic I originally wrote in 2022. But, as I fill in the gaps in my Tobias/Casey headcanon, I needed to make some adjustments - and wanted to make some improvements. I haven't tagged my full list for the other parts, but I'm going to do so here because this is the part that had the most alternation - and will lead us back to the question: "So how did they actually end up together?"

Thank you to anyone who has read this - it really means so much to me! :)

Series Masterlist | Tobias x Casey Masterlist Masterlist

“Last stop!” Tobias jumped out of his Jaguar, eagerly tossing the keys to the valet. There was no denying he was as excited about the last minute addition to their itinerary as Casey, perhaps even more so.

As she gingerly stepped out the passenger side, her enthusiasm was diminished, and concern was written all over her face. “Are you sure this is a good idea? The traffic was worse than we anticipated, and you have to be at work early tomorrow.”

“No worries,” Tobias chuckled. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Unamused, she stood her ground. “Well, I’d like to keep you around for a while, and you need your rest! So we’re not staying too long, all right?”

“Whatever you say, ma’am,” he nodded, and she couldn’t help but crack a smile when he animatedly gestured toward the street that would lead them to their next adventure.

The cold air and aroma of roasted chestnuts mingled with jingling bells and car horns blaring at tourists who blocked intersections made it clear... it was Christmastime in New York City. Casey was mesmerized, stopping at every store window to peruse the holiday displays. She was so enchanted that she didn’t notice the minor miracle that had taken place; Tobias Carrick was... quiet.

While his mouth had stopped moving, his mind was in overdrive. Amid the joyful chaos, he could focus on only one thing: fighting the visceral urge to take Casey’s hand in his, and not out of fear of becoming separated. His internal debate was relentless... would it be so wrong? Friends do hold hands sometimes, especially in crowds like this. It would make sense. Perfect sense. It wasn’t like he was leaning to kiss her. Not that they hadn’t done that recently. They had! Less than a month ago, they declared they’d be friends with kissing benefits. Of course, it hadn’t happened again, and if it did, Casey would have to initiate it, not him; fortunately, his rambling thoughts came to a halt along with the rest of him when he walked directly into a light post.

Casey turned around, startled, but began to laugh once she realized he was OK. “You OK there?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he recovered. “Just a little... disorientated.”

In desperate need of a distraction and wishing to prevent further injury, Tobias started a conversation to occupy his mind for the rest of their walk.

“So tell me, how did you manage to attend NYU for four years, yet you never saw this tree?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “I had intended to but never made it. Christmastime is also final exam time, and you know me, I had to get straight A’s, so my mind wasn’t fully on the holidays until I finished the last exam... then I was usually on a train home to Philly.”

He shook his head with a chortle. “Didn’t anyone tell you all work and no play is bad for you? Man... you really needed an influence like me in your life  back then, kid.”

“Oh, that’s probably the last thing I needed,” she laughed. “And I managed to have a lot of fun in college. I saw the Bryant Park Tree. Of course the Washington Square Park tree and I were very well acquainted. I just never saw this tree.”

“Well, as much as I am surprised, I’m kind of glad you didn’t... this way, we get to see it for the first time together.”

Casey gave Tobias a side glance; it was now her turn to fight off visceral urges, but she merely gave him a tender smile. “I am, too.”

Then, with the turn of a corner, there it stood, towering above them in all its glory: the world-famous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.

“Holy shit!��� Tobias exclaimed as Casey gasped in awe. “That thing is huge! It’s twice as big as I thought it would be.”

Casey playfully nudged his side with a giggle. “That’s what she said.”

“Really, Casey?” He mocked. “Really? It’s Christmastime.”

“Well, I’m not going to stop being a smartass just because of that,” she winked. “That wouldn’t be fun at all.”

After a moment, it was Casey who made the final determination.

“Well, I hate to admit it, but that guy was right.  I think this Christmas tree is the winner. It beats Philly, and it definitely beats DC!”  

“I’m so glad you said it,” Tobias chuckled.  “I’m done conceding loss on this trip! I just wish we could see it at night.  Can you imagine how beautiful it must be then?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. But we can’t stay that late today. Maybe we can come see it again next year.”

Next year.  Those words from her lips took his breath away. Mere months ago, they didn’t know if Casey would survive to see this Christmas, much less next. Yet here she was, full of vitality and right at his side... smiling. Next year. She was thinking ahead, and she was including him in her plans. He wasn’t one for Christmas lore; he sure felt like that red-suited, white-bearded old man had dropped a present right into his lap. But as he felt a swell of promise rising inside him, he also felt something else: fear.

He promised he wouldn’t let this happen. Yet here he was... the happily confirmed bachelor was smitten; he couldn’t even deny it anymore. So he made a new promise: to keep his feelings to himself. Casey had made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t ready for any romantic entanglements, and even if she were, he didn’t know if she’d want those entanglements to include him. He had bungled their first chance together badly. He knew how much it had hurt to lose her and didn’t want to face that again. He was lucky to be in her life at all. Friendship was plenty, he convinced himself. Still, as he watched the tree lights flickering on her beaming face, his heart filled with a warmth previously unknown, and he had to wonder... if the time came, would he be able to watch her fall in love with someone else, knowing how much he already loved her so?

“Well, we’ve declared a winner,” Casey said. “We should start heading back to Boston.”

But Tobias had an impish glint in his eyes. “We could.... unless…”

“Unless what?”

“I have always wanted to take a carriage ride through Central Park... and how often will we be in New York. What do you say?”

Casey turned to him, and he could just see the little angel and devil battling over her shoulders. In the end, he was delighted that the devil won.

“You!” she said with a gentle shove. “Leave it to you to find something impossible to say no to!”

“Well,” he smirked, “that is kind of my specialty.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” she laughed. “Now, let’s go!”

As much as Casey insisted they make haste, that didn’t prevent her from having a lengthy conversation with Joel, the carriage driver, and she refused to step foot inside until she was satisfied.

“No, Ma’am, I promise you, George here is very well cared for. It’s not like it used to be.  He only rides through a special route in Central Park. It’s perfectly safe.”

Petting George’s beautiful mane, Casey continued her cross-examination. “And what about at the end of the day?” She demanded. “How do you get him back to his stables?”

“In a trailer attached to my truck that I drive very carefully.  Would you like to run my license?”

“Please, don’t give her any ideas! She just might,” Tobias laughed.

“Ma’am,  George, here is family to me. I assure you, he’s the most spoiled horse in the City.  I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“OK,” she nodded. “Then we can take the ride, but can I feed him a carrot first?”  

“You sure can,” the driver smiled.

When she was done, Tobias helped Casey step into the carriage. “You’re incredible,” he smiled. “You know that, right?”

“Really? Incredible in a good way or a bad way?”

Tobias’s eyes crinkled as the driver gave them a blanket to help keep them warm.

“In the very best way.”

“Thank God for this blanket,” Casey said with a shiver. “I didn’t realize how cold it was until we sat down.”

“I did,” Tobias laughed. “In fact, I’m thinking about striking a deal with Joel so we can keep this thing for the walk back to the car.”

While they were seated closely together, Casey eyed the tiny gap between them with caution.

“Well, if you’re that cold, we could huddle together. You know... for warmth.”  

“We could,” he replied nonchalantly. “Anything to stave off frostbite, right?”

“Right,” she smiled, sliding closer to him.

Tobias cautiously lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, pleading with the universe for the gesture not to upset her, and the universe delivered. Casey nuzzled her head into his shoulder.  He didn’t think this trip could get better, and just like that, it did. 

The clip-clopping of George’s hooves cut through the crisp air, providing the soundtrack as the carriage meandered gentle curves through the park. About halfway through, delicate snowflakes began to fall, and Tobias and Casey agreed this was better than anything they had ever seen on screen. They were approaching the end of the ride when Casey looked up and nervously giggled.

“Yes,” Tobias asked with a raised brow.

She pointed to a small sprig of mistletoe dangling between the red fringe that lined the carriage’s hood; it would have been easy to miss. Biting her lower lip, she turned away. The scene was too perfect, the moment was too ideal, but should she take the chance? Not allowing herself to give it further thought, she turned to Tobias with abandon.

“So... remember that day back in Cambridge? When I asked if we could kiss... you know... with no strings attached... and you said we could be friends with kissing benefits?”

“I do,” he smiled mischievously.

“Well, we are under the mistletoe, and this is such a special day.  Don’t feel obligated... you don’t have to... but if you want, I thought maybe we could.... mmmhhhh.”

Just like last time, she didn’t get to complete her sentence. Tobias’s soft lips were upon hers, his hand gently cupping her cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was sweet, warm, filled with a tenderness that each longed for but was afraid to claim as their own. This time, when the kiss broke, Casey was unwilling to let it end, pulling him back for one more.

When they silently parted, a blushing Casey diverted her eyes, and perhaps because he wasn’t ready to face the moment either, Tobias pulled her close against his chest, placing a loving kiss atop her head. They remained like that for the rest of the ride, each with a million thoughts swirling in their heads, but not a single word could make its way to their lips.

“Well, this is it, kids!” Joel yelled as he hopped off the carriage. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”

“Yes,” Casey said almost too quickly. “It was... it was beautiful!”

Tobias shook Joel’s hand, slipping him a tip, before he and Casey began their trek back to the car. The usual easiness between them was replaced with an awkward silence punctuated by small talk about the frigid temperatures and how they could no longer feel their toes. But each attempt to quell the discomfort faded too quickly, and quiet was upon them again. Finally, Casey grabbed Tobias’s wrist.

“T, wait a second,” she insisted, tugging him to face her.

“Is everything OK?” he asked.

“Yes... It’s more than OK. This weekend was just magical. It was more than anything I could have imagined, and I will always treasure the memories I made with you.”

“I’m going to do the same,” he smiled.

“I just hope,” she nervously chewed at her lip. “I hope I didn’t ruin things.”

“Ruin things?” he asked, with a creased brow. “Casey, you couldn’t ruin things if you tried.”

Looking up from under her lashes, she gave a tantalizing little smirk. “Wanna bet? The kiss on the carriage... I... I just got overwhelmed; everything was so beautiful, it was so romantic, and then the mistletoe was there, and I...I....”

“Casey, Casey...” he said, taking her hands. “It’s all right. Everything’s fine.”  

“It... it is.”

“Sure,” he comforted. “Look, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

He watched as the relief that just settled on her features turned into something different, something that looked like hurt, and he was quick to recover.

“Let me correct that. Of course, it means something. Everything with you is very special... because it’s with you. That was a beautiful moment, and I’m glad we got to share it together, but it doesn’t have to mean any more than you want it to. I know where you are right now, and I respect that. We can just leave that tender moment alone.”

“You know... I am feeling better every day,” she insisted. “On this trip, for the first time since the attack, I felt like my old self again. In fact, I went two whole days without even thinking about it.”

“I could tell,” he smiled. “And it was beautiful to see.”

“But, I’m still not... I’m just... still not...”

“Casey,” he whispered. “It’s OK. I promise you...it’s OK.”  

“Good,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

“But maybe,” he stalled, already kicking himself for what he was about to say. “Maybe we should hold of on that friends with kissing benefits stuff. You know? I don’t want it to confuse you, and I really don’t want it to hurt what we’ve built between us.”

“Well, I don’t see how they could hurt,” she faltered. “But... but... maybe you’re right, at least for now. But hug... hugs are still allowed, right?”

“Oh, hugs are always allowed,” he grinned, pulling her into one of the tightest ones he could offer.  

“Good,” she sighed with relief. “Because I always need those.”

Then, the two friends stood in the middle of the busy street as the cold wind blew. The sounds that made up the City's symphony- laughter, arguments, honking horns, and sirens blaring in the distance surrounded them. But Casey and Tobias didn’t recall that they were on an island of nearly two million people, for there were only two who mattered, and right now, they were clinging to the moment for as long as time would allow.

“Come on,” Casey smiled, taking his hand. “We need to get you home to Boston.”

“You got it,” he nodded. “But I have a feeling we’ll be back to visit.”

“I think so, too. Oh, and Tobias?”

“Yes?”

“I know it’s early, but... Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Casey,” he smiled, tenderly bopping her nose. “Merry Christmas.”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Will tag others in reblog.

#choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #holiday fics #playchoices fanfic #playchocies

[mouthfullofmunson]

I kinda wanna write a modern older pornstar/ camboy Eddie 😢

No bc picture this

Like he’s early twenties, just got out of school and he saved up enough to get his own little apartment (I’m thinking neighbors to lovers🤭) and he has to figure out how to keep up with his bills and stuff but he works a stupid job stocking shelves at a market and it’s just not paying the bills

So one night he stumbles onto a random cam website and he’s like… “hm, doesn’t seem so bad 🤨”

So he starts playing with his cock on live, giving a little show to the people that watch

And then after he sits back and watches the money flow in

And maybe y/n is his shy neighbor who has a crush on him and is always too nervous to knock on his door to tell him that his music is too loud and she’s trying to study but then touches herself when she can hear him jerking off through the thin walls

And he didn’t think much of it, she’s cute, and she always gets nervous and smiley when they bump into each other or when he talks to her at all

Especially nervous when they had to evacuate their building because someone started a fire trying to make a grilled cheese

And the only thing y/n had to cover her body was a towel since she was in the middle of a bubble bath

He just thinks she’s really cute, he would definitely like to see what’s under that towel

But he doesn’t notice her giant crush on him

And one night she goes on a a cam sight and notices that the man that gets her all wet and sticky just from watching him heel off and hear his moans has the same tattoos that her neighbor does

It couldn’t be a coincidence… right?

Especially when she notices that the ringed hand that is sliding up and down the mans cock are the stand exact hands that slip up and down her arms to try and warm her up while the sat and waited for the clear to go back inside

So she finally gets the courage to knock on his door once she goes on the cam site and notices that he’s live

So she walks over ignoring the throbbing in her panties and waits for him to open up

Which obviously takes a while and it’s super scrambled so he’s breathless and shirtless while he opens up

“Hi, sorry to bother but I’ve got a bookshelf I’ve been meaning to set it up for the past two months and finally my giant pile of books collapsed and I decided enough is enough and I need some help setting it up and I don’t know anyone else to ask”

And she can’t stop with her rambling since Eddie is leaning against the door frame with his chest glistening and a bulge in his pants

“Yeah, I’ll help you”

So they go over to her place and after an hour of trying to set up the complicated bookshelf that came with no instructions he gives up and reaches for her laptop to see if he can find any instructions on there

“Wait no, I’ve got my phone!” But it’s too late and he already sees what is open on the screen

And of course the rambling starts “I’m so sorry! I’m promise I’m not down like weird pervert stalker or anything! I just noticed a couple days ago I get if you don’t want to talk anymore! You can leave, it’s fine”

But Eddie thinks it’s so cute that she’s been getting off to him without knowing for so long, so cute and so clueless :)

So I’m obviously leaning toward camboy idk…

Let me know what you think 🤭

:)

#eddie munson #my post #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #camboy!eddie #eddie munson headcanons

[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Billy Hargrove- PassionFire

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Talk of virginity, implied smut, 18+, First Kiss, talk of mean/abusive ex-boyfriend, helpful friend, sweet Billy, fluff, smoking. drinking, soft!Billy.

Summary: You’re hurt by your now ex-boyfriend when he breaks up with you for not giving up your virginity; Billy is more then willing to help

A/n- Fireflygraphics for dividers

WC- 2.5

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // First Kiss Master List

The tears hadn’t stopped, for hours I had been crying my eyes out. I knew why Jamie had broken up with me but I couldn’t really imagine why it was hitting me so hard. He and I had the talk about the fact that I wasn’t really comfortable with giving up my virginity, or truly anything that stripped my virginity away from me. Espically not when he was drunken mess from the lunch date earlier. 

Had I walked all the way to Billy’s house? Yes, I had walked all the way toward Billys. I hadn’t meant to just walk out of my house. Well maybe I had, my mind was clouded and I wasn’t able to think about anything other than needing someone, a shoulder to cry on. 

I had only ever been to Billy’s once or twice. Nothing more then to tutor him, a one off exchange between the both of us. I was tutor him once a month and he would help me with othe basic things. If I thought about it he was the one that introduced me to Jamie. I knocked on the front door only once, before i rang the doorbell. I could hear the rock music playing in the house at volumes I doubt his father or stepmother would allow. “What the hell do you…” The door had opened Billy was standing there. In nothing but an old beat up white tank top, and his signature jeans. 

“Y/n?” He questioend, he was aware of the tears I had running down my cheeks. Or tears that had stained my cheeks. “Billy I know that I’m here unannouced. I just didn’t know where else to go and Jamie he… well Jamie broke up with me.” I said in a ramble of mixed words. He kept his eyes on me for only a moment before the anger swept through his facial expressions. I had a quick moment of doubt, a moment of realizing my mistakes of trekking down to his house on Cherry Lane. “Billy… I’m sorry I think it will be better if I just leave.” I said hastily. Before I could turn to walk away he was grabbing my arm pulling into the warmth of the house. 

“Did you walk all the way here?” he asked his voice a little horse from what I would only guess he was trying to push down the anger. I only shook my head and then he was slamming his bedroom shut. His room smelt of cologne and smokes. Something that always had my head in a twist. “Why would you not just call me? You know I would come and get you?” He asked, to many questions and my own thoughts were cloding my already foggy brain. The bed was softer then I imagined it would be and it bounced as I moved on it. 

“Hello Mcfly? Are you there?” Billy asked waving his hand over my face. “Yeah I’m here. I just I’m sorry I need a second?” The words tumbled out of my mouth and the urge to cry was boiling over in the back of my throat. “Goddamn it Y/n.” Billy said throwing a punch into the air. “I’m sorry. Okay I’m sorry.” The tears had started to run again, I’m sure why or why I had even walked my sad ass all the way towards Billy’s. 

Billy hadn’t yet looked over at me up until that moment. “Fuck I’m sorry Y/n. I just don’t know how to deal with you know.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Of course the crying I forgot.” I said. I looked over at Billy for the first time. Looking at the sharpness of his jawline as he sat down beside me. I brushed the tears from under my eyes, and breathed hard. 

We sat in a cold and harass silence for a little to long. The room growing smaller as it more and more uncomfortable. I wondered where his parents where, and where was his witty red headed stepsister. I was dragged out of my thoughts when I heard Billy ask me a question. “So, if you don’t mind telling me what happened?” He asked, as he got up from the spot next to me and grabbed his smokes. 

Billy wasn’t always the most emotionally supportive friend or really a good friend at all. I had seen the small arguments that his father and Billy would get into. Things would be thrown, voices would get louder then normal, and punches would go flying normally hitting Billy in the chest, stomach or square in his perfect face. 

-

Did I mind telling Billy what had managed to happen. To have me to end up at his door on a random night. No, I honestly didn’t mind that’s why I had walked all the way here, to talk to someone about it. To let it go into the air and away from my over thinking mind, that was currently mualing it over. “I don’t mind Billy. Just promise you won’t go crazy on me?” I asked. I licked my chap lips, and looked over at him. He was ever so sightly taller then me. No matter if we were standing or sitting down. 

He sighed heavily, like my requests was a rather hard on to swallow down. “Yeah I promise.” He said exhaling a puff of smoke. So my story from earlier in the day began. “So I guess I should start earlier in the day right.” I said looking down at my hands. My fingers dancing between the fabric of my shirt and messing with my short nails. All I heard was a small hum for me to continue with my story. 

“Jamie and I had just gotten back from a lunch with his friends. You know the ones from the basketball team?” I asked, but continued on. “So we had gone and everything was okay. Jamie had picked me and was all gentlemen like. I don’t know how they managed it though, somehow where ever we went with Jamies friends they were able to get some sort of alcoholic drinks. I wasn’t sure of what kind, but I’m not a drinker. I never have been, so instead I watched as the boys and their girlfriends who were to prim and proper to know just how disgusting day drinking was. Drink and drink til their hearts were content.” I said, taking a slow breath, looking at Billy he was still interested in the story. 

“But a subject was brought up during lunch today. A topic that you don’t normally talk about in fucking public or with other people who aren;t in your relationship. Jamie had been asked how good of a fuck I was, and if I knew what I was doing.” I said, my words getting caught in the back of my throat. To be honest as I talked about it outloud the words seemed dirtier, and heavier then before. 

I shook my head and continued on with my my heart breaking story. “He laughed about it, telling everyone that I was prude, and didn’t ever really staisfed him at all.” I chortled, not that it was funny or a joke at all. Just sounded funnier now that I had time to think about his words and just how stupid of a guy he truly is. “Are you sure this is Jamie that you’re talking about? The same Jamie I know?” Billy asked me raised eyebrows in wonder. 

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, and please just let me finish and then I’ll get out of your hair.” I said with a huff before returning to my story. It wasn’t like there was much, beside the argument we had in the drive back to my house, and the argument we had before he broke up with me. There wasn’t much more to tell. 

“For the rest of that god for saken lunc hI sat in the uncomfortable silence of his friends girlfriends speaking about me like I wasn’t there and him and his friends laughing about the fact I was still a virgin. I hadn’t even kissed him yet.” I said. “We left not shortly after, and the car ride was horrible. I wasn’t able to hold it in any longer the anger boiling and finally tipping over the edge. I yelled at him as he drove me back to my house. He called me a prude once again and then a bitch for not just  giving him what he wanted.” I said my fingers twitching within my lap. Looking down at the carpeted floor. The stains from whatever Billy brought into his room had seeped into the flooring. 

And for the first time in the entire day I smiled. “The fighting didn’t stop, not even when he followed after me half drunk into my house. I tired to push him away but he wasn’y having any of that. So, he grabbed me tightly around the wrist.” I pushed my sleeve up showing the growing bruise that was caused because of his grasps. “I did try and get away Billy. I screamed at him to let me go and pushed him away, until his cold and dark eyes looked back at me and told me that he never not once in out entire relationshoped loved me, and that I was better off alone. The lost and little lamb that I was, was better off alone because nobody would want such a prude like me.”

It was silent for a moment before I started to speak again. “You know the rest Billy.” I said with a shurg of my shoulders. I was tired the crying, and screaming taking a lot of me. I sat there still, before I felt Billy’s rough hand touch over both of mine. “I knew I shouldn’t have shared you with my friends.” I heard Billy whisper out, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle into my skin. The touch was intimate for many a reason. But the most obvious one was the simple fact that Billy wasn’t one for touch, or any true sign of emotion. 

“Shared me?” I questioned. Shared me what the hell did that even mean? There was no pretending that the crush I had on Billy was ever going to go away. The crush had grown and been growing even through I was dating Jamie. “All of those damn guys are just pricks. Not to mention their dumb, dull girlfriends.” Billy said, his hand still resting into my mine. Thumb still rubbing soothing circles into my hand. 

“Yeah I get that, but what do you mean share me?l I was intrigued more about what the implications of his words meant, not by how his words made me wanna melt into his sheet. “Just be honest with me Billy. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” I just for once tonight wanted the truth.whether it was cold and harsh or  made me feel giddy. I don’t know what was happening all around me. This felt like a hazy dream that I had dreamt a million times over. He deeply stared at me, a few whispys of his golden hair falling infront of his forehead. They were distracting me from another part of his handsome face. Those sky blue eyes that somehow pierce right into your heart. 

A heavy sigh left him before he composed himself. “I just mean that… you’re were my friend first ya know. I shouldn’t have let you out for the wolves.” Billy said. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, and the grip he had on my hand was getting stronger. “Billy? Please.” Was all I had left to say. The truth, please just the fucking truth that’s all I had been searching for all day long. 

“Fine, you want the truth don’t you. You can’t just leave it at the front door can you? Fuck,” Billy said voice growing deeper by the second. His eyes casted down to my bruised wrist. “I should have just kept you for myself. Treated you better than some asshole who clearly doesn’t doesn’t know who they have in their arms.” It was like pulling teeth with Billy to just get him to talk about the simplest emotions. 

I wanted to laugh, but that felt wrong. This must be a true joke right. Billy would never, never fall for the innocent, shy girl that was only his friend because he got something out of it. Right? “Now you’re tight lipped.” Billy commented as I had gone silent. I went to say something but things wer eswirling around in my head. “That’s okay. I get it, big bad Billy can’t help but like the girl that’s to cute for her own good. Who lets people walk all over hee. I should have protected you from an asshole like Jamie, but I thought that you would never. I mean never take a liking to me. I was a dick to… well to everyone. Maybe you alrady knew that, but then you still end up here at my doorstep. So, that must mean something right?” Billy rambled on. 

I was in shock for to many reasons at this point. Was he was rambling because he was letting his guard down, the millions of walls that he had built. He was still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention to the endless flow of words that were falling out. I was paying attention to how his tongue jutted out and licked over his lips. A shiny glaze making them glisten in the little light that he had. I didn’t know what was happening, not even after I started moving towards him. 

His hand was still on mine, so I leant in. “Billy.” I whispered. “Will you stop talking and just make up for the lost time.” I begged in barely a whisper. That signature smirk crossed over his rambling expressions. He reached me. A hand coming to cup the back of my neck as he leant down and pressed his lips against mine. 

The kind of kiss made me feel like the time around us had stopped. It wasn’t a kiss that I would ever be able to explain to my friends. It was like stars had aligned, and everything for just that one moment was perfect. Billy had taken my first kiss, and when we broke away from each other. That signature smirk hadn’t left his face, he was very cheeky. “How was that for a first kiss huh?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, “How about you ask me later. Like I said you have to make up for a lot of lost time.”

I winked at him, before going in for another deep and lustful kiss. This was going wherever it was supposed, without any further pushing on either of our parts. He pushed me down onto the mattress. His free hand roamed down my chest and found a spot on the side of my ribcage. Billy’s other hand stayed on my cheek, holding me closer than before. 

Completed on: 02/05/23

Posted on: 02/06/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

#billy hargrove one shot #billy harringrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #fem reader #female #virgin!reader #first kiss series #first kiss fic #fluff #abuse mention #tw young smoker

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 23 Final

-bad boys bring heaven-

Warnings: none because i'm an asshole.

a/n: long chapter, sorry it took so long.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*1 year later*

*Billy pov* 

It was my fault that she… she….. I should have driven to the diner a different way, or I should have fought harder. There were so many things I should have done so that y/n didn't…. The past couldn’t be changed. my sanity slowly slipped. It had only been a year. I couldn’t sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. There was nothing I could do to stop it. 

“I love you forever, y/n,” I whispered as her casket was lowered into the ground. “And I’m sorry.” My eyes stayed trained on her grave for what seemed like an eternity until I felt a presence beside me. For a fraction of a second, I foolishly thought that she was standing there beside me with our baby. I fell to the ground, screaming at the sky.

“BILLY?, BILLY WAKE UP!” a voice shouted. Jolting awake, I looked around frantically, trying to catch my breath. 

“Billy, look at me.” 

“M-max?” I breathed stilling up from the couch.

“You were having a nightmare, I just woke up from one myself.” she breathes. I noticed she had been crying, sweaty, and breathing heavily as well.

“Wanna talk about it?” she asks.

“I-I watched them bury her.” I started to cry and pulled her into me. She gave a tight squeeze.  

“Do you think these nightmares will ever get easier?”  she asks. 

“I don't know kiddo” All of a sudden, a cry was heard from the bedroom and hush whispers.  

“Shh sweetheart, mamas got you.”  I heard as I moved to the door.

“I love you so much.” I sigh from the doorway, leaning on the door frame, taking in the beautiful scene, “I love you so much more. Did you have another nightmare?” y/n said with a smile which quickly dropped when she saw the redness in my eyes.

“Yeah, it was the same one, but I'm ok now.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and Cora. y/n leans her head on my chest and sighs. 

“Are you ready for today?” y/n asks.

“Of course, I've been waiting for this since i met you”

*y/n pov*

I was going to marry Billy today. As I tried to calm my nerves, I heard the door creak open. It was Max.

”Hey sweetie,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied with a small smile. “What's wrong, sweetie?”

”Nothing is wrong, just a tad nervous, I don't know why because I'm sure you're just as nervous. i'm just happy that we are finally family, i wish you the best, and i love you…… and i'm rambling”

I smiled and chuckled. “Thank you, and I love you too, kiddo. I'm so happy that you're my maid of honor and sister in law because if you weren't, i would be going insane.”

She laughs. ”come on, let's get ready.'' I say I held on her hands. “I'm ready to be Mrs. Hargrove.” 

She had helped me into my dress, a long ivory skirt, beaded corset top with lace sleeves that fit my curves quite nicely, standing at the mirror for quite a long time admiring the way that she looked. It wasn’t anything extravagant it was simple but fairytale like,  i knew for sure that Billy would love the way it looked on her. He had once told me that I would still look beautiful down the alse dressed in sweats and an old tee. As much as that was tempting, it wasn’t appropriate attire for our wedding day.

We hadn’t seen each other since this morning. I wish I could be in his arms right now. I was anxious to see him dressed up in his nice tuxedo.imagining how handsome he would look at the end of the aisle, i wondered if he would get emotional during the ceremony or manage to keep it all bottled up. After all, I knew I would not be able to hold back my own tears the moment my eyes landed on him waiting for me at the altar.

“You look gorgeous,” Max said as she stood behind me “Billy won’t know how to act when he sees you.”

“Do you think he’s nervous?” i asked,

“Oh I know he is. He always has been when it ever came to you. ” she said with a small smile. 

I had never imagined that I would become a wife to someone, let alone be marrying hargrove. It seemed surreal, but I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life. He was the father of my child and now is going to be the perfect husband. 

“I’m just so happy that we’ve made it here, with all the shit we have been through”

“I’m willing to bet he’s thinking the same thing.”

“Do you think all of the guests have arrived yet?” I ask, switching the subject off of almost losing him and almost dying. 

“Mm, it’s getting close to the time the ceremony is supposed to start, so probably!” she said enthusiastically. 

I smiled and was about to say something else before we heard a knock at the door. Max decided that she would be the one to answer it, just in case. Billy came to ruin the tradition of not seeing me before I walked down the aisle.

“Steve” Max greeted him with a surprised tone in her voice before she moved to let him inside the room. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s fine! I just came to make sure y/n wasn’t getting too nervous. Wow, you look so beautiful! Hargrobe is going to fall over when he sees you walking toward him. I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. 

“Thank you, Stevie. How is he doing?” I asked him as he took a seat.

“Yeah, he’s nervous as hell. He even threatened to punch me like typical Hargrove. But he will be fine.” he laughed.

“So did you need something?” Max asked.

“Oh, no, I just wanted to come by and check on everything, and I wanted to brag to Billy that I got to see his future wife before he did.”

“Yep, you're asking for it.” I laughed. 

“Anyway, I think they’re almost ready for you. They were telling me to get down to the altar, but I told them I had to come to see you first. Your parents should be here any minute.” he says.

“You’d better get going, you’re supposed to be standing at the altar with Billy, and you’re gonna be late!” Max said he seemed to take notice of the urgency in her voice and left the room with a quick bye and wave wave. It wasn’t much longer before my father and mother arrived at the door. 

“Your absolutely beautiful, darling. Are you ready?” my father asked, a warm smile on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for anything,” I answered, and we all left the room to make our way toward the ceremony.

“The ceremony is about to begin,” I heard the priest say as my bridesmaids and groomsmen formed a line with me in the back. everyone in my party gave me a thumbs up.

*Billy pov*

I  stood on a raised platform, his step mom sat in front pew, and a few of my family members scattered about. Adjusting my suit as I looked out to the carpeted path of the church.

“You’re lucky that you found someone that loves you enough to marry you.” Steve chuckles at my state of nervousness.

“Are you saying that you didn’t think anyone would ever love me?” I asked, and he burst out laughing. 

“No, I mean some people let things like that pass them by without a second thought. It’s good that you have y/n and held on to her, that’s all," Steve clarified his statement, and I couldn't help but think that he might have been referencing someone from his past…Nancy. 

“I feel lucky to still have her despite everything” I said in response. and the bridal party started to file out. Nancy, Dustin, Robin, Lucas, Joyce, Will, Mike, and El helped little Cora, who was the flower girl. And Max As she got closer, she whispered to me “she's gorgeous by the way” as she said that the doors open to reveal y/n. I could see y/n in her ivory dress, bouquet of y/f/f in her hands. She was looking straight at me, smiling that beautiful smile that lit up any room that she had ever entered. Her e/c eyes were sparkling with what I could only assume were tears, and I couldn't help but smile at her as she and her parents slowly made their way down the aisle. All I could see was her and how beautiful she looked, and the fact that she was about to become my wife. I tried to keep my emotions at bay.

“Who is it that allows this woman to be married to this man?” the priest asked. Her father smiled at both of us.

“Her parents” he said, she hugged her father and mother tightly and I shook his hand before her father made his way to sit down in one of the empty seats in the crowd, and then it was finally time.

Taking her hands in mine as she turned to face me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she smiled so lovingly at me. i reached up with one hand to wipe away her tears, and she laughed a little, seemingly embarrassed at the fact that she was crying, to begin with.

“Thank you all for being here today to witness the marriage of one of this lovely couple. I have the privilege to be the one performing this ceremony, joining two people who are in love as these two are. Anyone who has been in a room with the two of them for any amount of time can feel how much they love each other. I understand the two of you have prepared your own vows, so we’ll start with William”

“Me?” I asked quietly, and y/n giggled.

“Do you want me to go Hargrove?” she says with a teasing smirk.

“Oh shut up nerd” I sighed, which earned a chuckle from her and the crowd that had come to witness our marriage. reaching into my tuxedo with one hand pulling out the piece of paper that laid within the breast pocket. Clearing my throat.

"Not many people can say they truly married the love of their life, but I can. when we met in highschool —I used to fantasize about this exact moment—and now  I finally get to say, 'I do.' This journey, this adventure that we're on, has already challenged us as a couple, to work through hardships and obstacles, and to become stronger in our communication, in our commitment and to our love. It has been the biggest growth I have ever had for myself by far as a partner. Our relationship is full of more love and support than I could ever ask for. I have never been more adored or felt more safe, and the trust that we have built, that we have worked so hard to protect, is invaluable. So thank you. I've heard it said: 'It is better to not make a vow than to make one and not be able to keep it.' Therefore, I know what this commitment means. I promise… to help shoulder our challenges and celebrate all of our little wins. To tell you every day how much I love you and appreciate all that you do. To continue to learn from you and to follow the examples of patience and respect that you continuously share. To continue to build upon the trust that we have and to be by your side fully and faithfully. To put you and Cora first and above all, always. To try my hardest, to step away from my stubbornness, and accept that I make mistakes and that I am (to my dismay), not always right.  Most importantly, today, in front of our closest friends and family, I take you as my wife. Because this is a great love story and we're getting married and I love you." A tear fell from my eyes.

She wiped away my tear that had fallen as she still had a smile on her face as she cried. Max handed her a tissue, and she dabbed her tears away. She took a piece of paper of her own from Max. 

 "The night we played 7 minutes in heaven was the best decision in my life I had ever made in my life because now I'm so proud that today I become your wife. I love you. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the feeling of being protected in your arms. I love that you protect your family and friends. I love that you're open to trying new things. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise never to stop holding your hand. I promise to give you all the love and support. I promise to share my food with you, never go to bed angry, and always honor your passions. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. Listen to you when you speak. I promise that when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect, and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I choose you. I'll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, I'll keep choosing you. Today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but I already belong to you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I love you."

“El do you mind bringing little miss Cora with the rings.” the priest asked, and she lifted Cora from her lap into her arms, carrying her, and rings over. Cora let out a squeal when she saw us. 

“Mama! dada!” she said. Everyone in the church laughed at her cuteness.

“Hey pumpkin.” y/n says with a wide grin. As El handed the rings to me. Me and y/n gave Cora a quick kiss on her cubby rosey cheeks, which she erupted in laughter. El took her back to her seat. 

“William, go ahead and put the ring on y/n finger,” the priest instructed, and I slipped the shining silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds onto her finger. She did the same with my ring, which was also silver to match hers, and slipped it onto my finger.

“With the exchange of these rings, William and Y/N make a promise to one another to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. They promise to take care of one another and to keep the promises that they’ve stated in their vows. if anyone that’s gathered here today has any objections as to why they shouldn’t be married.”  There were no objections from our friends or family.

“you may now go forth and fulfill your vows with the same love and devotion which now blossoms between you. You are now Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove. And now for your first kiss as a married couple, you may now kiss”  the priest said with a smile before he backed away from the two of them. 

she pulled me down with eagerness into a passionate kiss as I smiled into the kiss as I melted against her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into his kiss, picking her up slightly before we pulled away for air. When we turned back to face our family and friends, they were all on their feet cheering and clapping loudly as we made our way out of the church hand in hand.

*y/n pov*

“Wow, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove, that really is something.” dustin says as he hugged me

“It’s going to take some getting used to,” I said with a smile as I held tightly to Billy's hand.

“It suits you,” Billy says, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Ugh, yall are adorable. You two are so perfect together that it makes me sick. Max teased.

“We’re married,” I whispered with a smile as I looked up at him.

“I - I love you so much” he answered, unable to find any other words. He was happy, so happy that he couldn’t even think straight. The last two times I saw him this happy was when I woke up from my 3 week coma and the birth of Cora.

“Listen, I know we put a lot of planning into this whole reception thing, and there’s cake and dancing and...whatever, but, don’t you wanna just go home?”

“Home? Everyone is expecting us…what about Cora? "I laughed. 

“Sorry I can't help it, you're so gorgeous in that dress and all I can think about is getting you out of it,” his voice lowered a few octaves as he pulled me closer to him.

“Patience husband, we have a whole week to ourselves.” I say with a smirk, breaking free from his grasp, I start running off toward the reception. looking back at him, giggling as he just stared at me for a moment. 

“You coming daddy” I chuckled as I saw his eyes darken. “You're asking for it princess” He growled as he shook his head and jogged after me to join in the festivities. 

(let me know if you want a honeymoon chapter)

previous chapter

masterlist

2023

Taglist: @goth-cowgirl-03

#Spotify #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things billy #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove fanfiction

[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x reader - someone there

A/N: so like this is probably really bad and I’ll probably delete it later but had the idea stuck in my head :))

Sitting with your head resting again the steering wheel, you took a deep breath as you tried to control your emotions.

You knew going there was a mistake, but you just had to.

Lifting your head, you wiped the tears from your eyes and started your car.

You weren’t sure where you were going to go, but you knew for a fact that you had to leave the town. At least for a little while.

You were on the road the left the town when your phone started to ring.

Pulling over, you stuck it on speaker.

“(Y/N) where are you? Are you okay?” Elena asked.

“Yeah.. I’m Uhm.. I’m Fine Elena. I’ve just got to leave town for a while.”

“Just come back. I’m sorry for what I said, just come back so we can talk?”

“Elena.. I just.. I want to be left alone. Okay? I’ll message you when I’m back… then maybe we can talk.”

Hanging up, you went to start driving again when there was a knock on your window.

You jumped slightly, turning to face whoever it was and you came face to face with Damon.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he motioned for you to roll the window down.

You rolled it down halfway and sighed.

“What Damon? I’m not in a mood for your mind games.”

“Woah. I haven’t even said anything yet, what’s got you so riled up.”

“Nothing. Leave me alone.”

Going to roll the window up again, you were stopped by Damon placing his hands on the glass, forcing you to stop before you broke the window.

He tilted his head to the side a little bit.

“What’s got you so worked up?” He asked again.

“Not going to work Damon. Vervain, remember?”

“I wasn’t trying to compel you.”

Damon walked around the front of your car and climbed into the passenger seat.

Fastening his seatbelt, he turned to you and grinned once more.

“So, where we going?”

“Get out the car.”

“Nope.”

You sighed again, you weren’t in the mood to fight him so you simply started driving.

You never said one word, and for a shirt while Damon kept quiet for a little while before letting out a small groan.

“It’s so depressing in here. How about a game?”

“No thanks.”

“Brilliant. It’s a guessing game, I’m going to guess where you’re being so broody, and you tell me if I’m getting warmer or not.”

Damon started listing random things, and you tuned him out.

Soon his listing turned into rambling.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying, you focused on driving down the small first road until you pulled up to a cabin.

Getting out, you made your way towards the back of it and towards the pier, sitting down with your legs dangling over the edge. Your feet barely touched the water.

Damon stood at the start of the pier, hands in his pockets as he looked at you.

“What is this place?” He asked.

“Family cabin.”

“It’s very overgrown.”

“No one comes here.”

“It’s kind of a shit hole.”

You got up, storming back over you slapped him across the face.

Pain spread across your hand and you sneered at him.

“If you don’t like it, piss off.” You snarled.

Damon smirked, grabbing you by the front of your hoodie.

“You’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Kill me then.”

Damon held your for a few seconds before dropping you and you stormed past him.

Making your way into the cabin, you left the door wide open.

You knew he couldn’t follow you even if he wanted too, so you made your way into the front room and sat in front of the fireplace.

You weren’t sure how long you were sat there, just staring at the photos.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“No. I’m going to sleep, do whatever it is you do.”

Making your way to the bedroom, you crawled into bed and fell into a restless sleep.

You were tossing and turning, mumbling in your sleep but Damon couldn’t make out the words.

He had his back against the door, just listening as you struggled with yourself in your sleep. Your heart was racing, your words were slurred.

Damon sighed, resting his head on the wood as he closed his eyes.

You were having a nightmare.

You’d been having them for a while, he never knew what they were about but he’d calm you down and let you sleep properly but instead now he had to listen to it.

He couldn’t do it anymore and he left.

The morning when you woke up, you were still exhausted and you felt heavy.

Getting up, you walked over to the door and tossed it open, aiming to go to your car to grab something to eat.

What stopped you was the sound of someone on the roof.

Taking a few steps away from the cabin you looked up to see Damon up there with some tools and planks of wood.

“You’re awake.”

He jumped down, and beamed at you.

“What’re you doing?” You asked tiredly.

“Fixing the roof, can’t be sleeping if waters getting in your know.”

“Damon, just go home…”

Grabbing your bags, you hauled them inside and set them down.

“You can come in…”

Damon walked in and looked around.

Coming over to you, he stood in front of the wall full of pictures. Some he recognised you in, others he didn’t.

“What is this?”

“Memory wall. Every year we’d add our favourite photos here, in order.”

Damon pointed to one of them.

“Is that you as a baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You were a fat baby.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at him with a small smile.

“Yeah I was.”

He looked over the photos. It was like a story of your life, and finally he reached the last one.

You standing by yourself in front of the lake, a huge smile on your face.

“I was 15.”

“Four years ago.” He said.

“Yeah…”

“What happened?”

You sighed, taking his hand you led him over to the lake and sat down, letting him sit next to you as you played with the laces on your shoes.

You stayed quiet for a few minutes. This was something you hadn’t spoken about in a while.

“When I was 15, I was going through a rough time. I’d run away, party, you know all that.”

He nodded his head.

“Well, one night my parents and I got into a fight. I stormed out, I walked around aimlessly and got lost, my parents waited up all night for me. As a result they forgot that they had a fire burning, and while waiting they fell asleep.. the first caught on something… it spread…”

You held back your tears, holding your head in your hands as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was Damon, don’t you get that!? If I hadn’t gone out then.. then they’d still be here… and Elena knew that… and she reminded me of that when we got into an argument…”

Damon placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You had no idea what was going to happen.”

“The last thing I said was a I hated them…”

Damon wasn’t sure what to do, so he shuffled over and gently pulled you back into his chest.

He rested his head on yours and kept his arms wrapped around your waist and just sat there while you were cried.

He wasn’t sure what to do, emotions weren’t his thing but you needed someone to be with you, and as much as he’s hate to ever admit it he felt the need to be there for you

#the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries imagine #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #Damon Salvatore imagine

[christinakratt]

@skiejustskie @alice-devil69

Requested by Skie

Mia and Me

Mo X Reader

Butterflies

Request Fic from Tumblr

Fandom: Mia and Me

You had been living in a small settlement of the west side of Centopia for as long as you could remember. You had never gone to the central kingdom. So it came as a surprise when you received an invitation to the butterfly festival that was being hosted at the royal palace. All of Centopia had been invited, and you were giddy with excitement. You had woven flowers into your hair and pulled on your most expensive top and started making your way to the Palace of King Raynor and Queen Mayla. You loved flying. It made you feel so free. Moments like these were why you loved living in Centopia. You landed in front of the castle, taking in all of its beauty. You were so distracted by your thoughts, that you didn’t realize there was someone in front of you, and you ran right into him.

“Oh!”

Came the voice from the other.

“Oh my! I'm so sorry!”

You apolgized.

“Hey, it's totally okay. I'm used to getting run into. My friend cannot fly for the life of her.”

He replied.

Cutting himself off from his own tangent, he looked up and finally got a proper view of your face. You noticed him stare for just a moment longer than usual.

“Oh sorry,”he said, rubbing their back of his neck, before stretching his hand out to shake yours.

“Mo.”

He introduced.

“Oh, Y/N”

You said.

Mo sighed. You could practically feel the stress emanating off of him.

“You okay?”

You asked.

“Yeah, i'm good. It’s just, i'm so tired of these parties, but i'm required to attend.”

He said shrugging.

“Tired of them? They seem so exciting! This is my first one!”

You replied, in disbelief.

Mo cracked a smile at your excitement, before a look of adventure spread across his face. He took your hand and nodded towards the palace.

“I have an idea, come with me.”

You followed him through the crowds of people, stopping when you arrived at an extravagant dessert table. Mo reached for a miniature cake shaped like a butterfly and placed it in your palm.

“Here, if this is your first party, you have to try some of the royal desserts. Trust me, the royal chef knows what she’s doing.”

You smiled, there was something about Mo that felt familiar, but you couldn’t place it. He was so sweet and his excitement after he began showing you around was so endearing.

You had finished three mini cakes when he lit up with another idea. He pulled you through the back door and into the palace garden. In the yard, there were rows and rows of every type of flower you could imagine. Some were glittery, some were reflecting a rainbow color and some held magical abilities. He bent down and picked up one of the rainbow colored lilies and handed it to you.

“Milady,”

He joked with a smile.

You gently took the flower, turning to hide a rosy blush that had spread across your face.

You took a deep breath in, taking in the beauty of the palace garden.

“PRINCE MO!”

Came a voice from beyond the door.

Mo turned to you.

“Come on, it’s time for the ceremony to start.”

You dashed back into the palace and were met with Mo’s royal hand maid, who looked a bit frazzled.

“Mo! Where have you been? Your parents were looking for you.”

“Sorry,”

He replied sheepishly. A deep blush crept over his face and he glanced at you.

“I got distracted.”

He stepped closer to you, instantly relaxing once your shoulders touched.

“The maid pulled the prince away.

“No time for that now. Come along.”

She pulled him up to the throne display where his parents were waiting.

“Ah Mo, dear. We were afraid you had gotten lost or something.”

Queen Mayla half joked to her son.

“Come and sit down, it’s time for the butterfly ceremony.”

King Raynor said, gesturing to the petite throne designated for the elf prince.

Mo sat down next to his father. His energy seeming to diminish, now that you weren’t with him.

The king and queen began addressing the guests and rambling on about the balance of nature, and welcoming spring. Mo rested his head in his palm and yawned. Just as he was about to doze off from boredom, the queen tapped on his shoulder.

“You ready, Mo?”

She asked, holding out a rope that was secured to a net.

Mo glanced at the net and realized there were hundreds of butterflies restrained beneath.

“Yeah one second, mother.”

Mo dashed off into the people-dense room to find you again.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where’d you run off too? Come here I want to show you something!”

He spotted you talking to a group of serpents. Likely the same race as Polytheus.

“Y/N!”

He shouted once more, stepping closer.

“Oh, excuse me guys.”

You said, politely excusing yourself from the conversation.

“Oh no bother, go ahead.”

The female serpent snickered when she saw the scarlet blush on Mo’s cheeks when you acknowledged him.

Mo took your hand and nodded politely to the serpents before pulling you up to the throne stand where the king and queen were still waiting impatiently.

Mo picked the rope back up and handed part of it to you.

“What are we-?”

You asked before he winked, cutting you off.

“You’ll see.”

On the count of three, you all lifted the rope up, raising the net and releasing the butterflies around the room. It was a truly magical sight.

“Wow!”

You exclaimed, twirling with delight, while the butterflies weaved between your outstretched arms.

“This is beautiful!”

“Yes they are. They remind me of you.”

The prince replied, with an uncharacteristic level of charisma.

Now it was your turn to blush.

The butterflies still danced around the room, golden dust shimmering off of their wings.

“Come on Y/N, the party isn’t over yet.”

And with that, the prince takes your hand again , interlacing fingers this time and pulls you back into the festivities.

(Hope Y’all enjoyed! I had fun writing this!)

#mia and me #Mia and me X reader #prince mo #prince mo X reader #miaandme #Chrissy writes #ask chrissy #let me know if there are any mistakes #constructive critism welcome

[talkingattumble]

okay deltarune opinion incoming so spoilers and all that

Okay here’s like my take on the secret bosses so far. Fair warning this isn’t structured at all, I just kinda leap from subject to subject and this entire thing is just ramblings so don’t expect some well thought out and presented theory it is just my thoughts, and some messy theories. SORRY IN ADVANCE FIR THE LONG POST like seriously this post is just a bunch of enormous paragraphs about my extra shaky barely supported deltarune theories so be warned

First of all, jevil is pretty widely assumed to be the joker card in a deck of cards. Mostly from the fact that he was the jester in a card based dark world and that he is wearing a joker outfit. Also, his signature line is “I can do anything”, which is kind of a reference to the fact that a joker card can do anything in most card games. Anyways, so I saw this theory in a video about the bosses being tossed aside or ignored things. And I was agreeing with it, but then I thought about jebil. Why would a joker card be tossed aside? Okay well in my experience. The joker card is usually super op in most card games. For example, in war, most of the time the joker is regarded as being able to beat any card (in some cases only an ace can beat it, but I’m not sure how common that rule is or if it has any significance to the interpretation). For this reason, it’s usually not included to make the game more fair, as most of the time anyone who ends up with a joker card gets a huge advantage. So a lot of the time people end up playing without a joker and forgetting about it. And his whole backstory? I think that jevil believing that his life is a game is another reason he’s always saying “I can do anything”. The world he lives in is populated by (mostly) a suit of cards. And once he realized he was the joker, he kinda realized how powerful he was compared to everyone else. He could literally do anything they could. So yeah that’s my take. Very badly structured and probably obvious, but I’d rather make a post than spam my friends about it.

Spamton is kinda more easy because of the sheer amount of characters who are able to add details and perspectives to his story. But I’m still gonna take a crack at it. Right off the bat, it becomes obvious that spamton is a spam ad. His disjointed speech that’s often interrupted with words or phrases you often see in spam, the fact that he pops out and starts forcing us to make a deal (in contrast to the other ads who you could choose to interact with), the rip off items in his shop, and his literal name. I think this is also what the addisons meant when they said “he was just unlucky”. Unlike the other ads, spamton was kind of doomed from the start. No matter how hard he works, nobody will buy his products because he’s a spam ad, and basically Nobody ever clicks on spam ads. The rest of his story is mostly outright told to us. He gets famous from a man named Mike, gets so popular he gets into the queens castle, the addisons leave him out of jealousy, Mike stops helping him, he goes a bit insane and starts worshipping a broken down machine, he gets evicted, and eventually we come along and help him (to sum it up). I also have a theory that he might’ve falllen into the acid pool at some point, but it’s not well supported. My only evidence really is that he’s very tiny and the dialogue in his shop where he randomly starts screaming in pain and saying how “it burns”. Not really important but I couldn’t fit it in anywhere else. Ok moving on. So even though we’ve basicslly got spamtons backstory down, there’s still something we’re all in the dark about: Mike, the man in the tv. So it’s kind of widely accepted at this point that mike is the grinning tv seen at the end of chapter two, and that’s what I’m basing my theory on. So why would the tv guy help spamton? Okay so here’s my thoughts. One thing that has been a regular thing on tv for a while is dumb commercials that try to convince people to buy useless things. I feel like Most people usually don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff. But I will say, even though I have no evidence to support this, based on my experiences and the people around me, commercials work much better than spam ads, even if they’re essentially the same thing. My thoughts on why: spam ads are something st the edge of the screen that you can ignore or usually close. And when they take the form of messages or emails, they’re usually sent straight to the junk or spam sections, meaning there’s a huge chance they won’t even be seen. But on tv, most of these spam advert style commercials are on live channels, meaning they can’t be skipped. Meaning that more people see them and are tempted to buy the things in them. So if spamtons ads were out in commercial form, it would make sense for him to suddenly get a boost in popularity. But this could also explain why Mike stops helping him. Eventually, due to changes in the way tv works, these dumb spam ad type adverts became less effective and only caused people to be more annoyed with live tv/switch to other methods of watching movies. So it would make sense for Mike to drop spamtons commercials as soon as they started causing viewers to drop. My last piece of evidence to support this would be, how one addison specifically calls attention to the noise that is heard when you try to call someone in the dark world. It’s described as garage noise, but what you hear is a messed up kind of staticky noise. Spamton also has static in his eyes when he mentioned Mike.

Oh yeah, here’s another thing. Something I don’t see many people talk about it the moment in his shop where his eyes go dark and he says “hello….can anyone hear me…..” or smth like that, and then says that he didn’t hear anything but he thinks it’s probably for us?? I’ve got a few theories. It could be his connection with Mike (again, note that he has dark static eyes when he says this). “It’s for you” is a phrase commonly used when you get a phone call for someone else, and in this theory we can surmise that Mike was the one calling spamton. So maybe it’s a hint about us facing Mike next chapter? I have some other guesses but no actual evidence to support them so I’ll leave those out for brevity (I say that as if this post isn’t a gajillion paragraphs long already lmao)

Ok last thing: this is pretty irrelevant to the bosses but it technically counts. So a lot of others have already drawn the obvious connection between spamton neo and mettaton neo. But why is mettatons robot body rusting away at the bottom of queens castle? Here’s my theory. So mettaton, at the moment, seems to not have transitioned by this point (wether you view his transition in undertale as being a trans thing or just being a ghost inhabiting a body it likes thing, the word still applies either way so it’s what I’ll use). He refuses to show his face, and is a lot more negative, angrily answering to you and immediately assuming you want to see napstablook instead. Another thing to note is that he calls himself a nobody, and no one in the town seems to mention him. So given all that it’s safe to assume he’s still a ghost with no body. But what does that have to with his neo form in the cyber world? Well my thought is that mettaton designed what his dream form would look like using the computer, but then for some reason (sadness, shame, despair, whatever you want to interpret it as) he tried to delete the file or buried it deep. As the queens castle in general reminds me of a search engine (the rooms based on the characters searches, the butlers giving people the things they ask for or like, the bookshelves, queen herself being concerned with noelles searches, etc.), it’s possible he might have even bookmarked a tab with his design and then forgot about it/didn’t want to revisit it, and the bookmark got buried under the searches and bookmarks of others. Whichever makes more sense idk it’s late. Anyways. So if mettaton is at the point where he wants fame, knows that he wants a different body, and has long had a design, why is he still a ghost who hides away? Well the sad truth is (in my opinion), he’s got no way to make the body. Undertale was a much more fantastical world, full of magic and crazy inventions and things that would be otherwise impossible. Deltarune is a much more grounded world. It contains monsters, but there’s seemingly no magic, no crazy inventions, ordinary shops and buildings. While a “magic portal to a dark town” would be commonplace in the world of undertale, this same thing is laughed at and not believed in the world of deltarune. So, chances are it would be way harder to build a robot as complicated as mettaton neo. Especially because it seems that deltarune takes place in the 2000a or 2010s (based on the computers they use, the chalkboard in the classroom, the clothes the characters wear, and also undertale took on as in 201X so I’d this truly is a parallel world then it likely also takes place at that time). Also, in this universe, alphys is a schoolteacher. There’s no such occupation as “royal scientist/inventor”. So there’s nobody to build the body anyways. In a nutshell: mettaton designs his perfect body, forgets about it or buries it deep due to negative feelings about not being able to achieve this, and he never transitions, meanwhile the powerful design he made stays in the computer, old and buried deep underneath all the newer searches and files.

But why would spamton worship this machine in particular? Well the first theory is that the machine is very old. Mettaton is obviously older than Kris (he was much older than frisk and doesn’t go to school with Kris). So it would make sense that by the time Kris gets to the cyber world, mettatons design file is considered very very old to the cyber people. Maybe file she has something to do with power, or maybe spamton assumed it was an ancient relic because of its rusty and decrepit look. I’d guess the second because I think one of the swatchlings has dislogue mentioning that spamton would pray to the machine, and that swatch refers to it as a relic. My second theory is that spamton thought that if he could transfer his consciousness to any other body, his strong would be cut, no matter what form it is. And the only available empty body in the castle was the machine in the basement, so he placed all his bets on that.

And finally my third theory (least likely to be true, I believe the answer is a mix of one and two, but this is my personal favorite) is that mettatons body design was made with freedom in mind. This is something they might have sensed and started worshipping the machine for. After all, for mettaton, that body meant being free to be himself, to express himself, to be who he really is. If queen can sense emotion through searches (she called noelles searches strange and sad and is protective of her due to this), who’s to say spamton can’t? Spamton also mentions the smell of freedom a lot, so it’s possible freedom is smth he can just sense.

WOW THAT WAS A LOT. Alright that should satisfy my “must talk about deltarune to everyone and anyone” urge for the week. A lot of this is super shaky, and a lot of it probably has canon answers I just forgot about. But whatever, I mostly just wanted to ramble about deltarune, no structure just word vomit (plus it’s like super late so I’m kinda tired). Also I’m sorry this post is so spamton centric, I know I said I’d talk about both bosses but jebil really got less words than mettaton of all character lmao. I do live jevil and have a whole other load of opinions and theories about jebil, but it’s late and that writing all that here would only make this essay of a post longer. Also there’s way more information available about spamton (two routes worth of content, lore dumps by almost every character in queens castle and even some outside of the castle like the sweet capn cakes or the addisons, the secrets in the spamtons sweepstakes arg stuff, and you can actually talk to him instead of just fighting him) which makes him easier to talk about.

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE LONGPODT GOODNIGHT AND CONFRATS ON ACTUALLY READING TJIS HIGE POST

#deltarune #undertale #spamton #jevil #deltarune spoilers #undertale spoilers #theory #long post

[goldengleams]

30: “i’m not going anywhere” w/ Jamie Drysdale. it can be angst but end with fluff 🥺

more jamie drysdale content? coming right up!!!!

Instead of watching Jamie play in person, like you normally would, you were sat on your couch, watching the Flyers beat their opponent of the night. You wanted to feel happy for Jamie, who got another point as a Flyer, but you couldn’t help but feel sorry for yourself.

Two weeks ago, you wouldn’t have believed someone tell you that your boyfriend, Jamie, would be playing for a new team, across the country. You and Jamie had met through one of his teammates, so not only had his whole life revolves around the Anaheim Ducks, your life with him did, too.

The sun was only just setting as the game in Philly finished up. You hated being out of sync with Jamie. Whenever he used to go on road trips to the east coast, you never minded because you were always awake when he called after the game. Now, you ached to be with him, to walk out of the arena together. You wanted to feel the cold winter air in Philly whip your face instead of the bright sunshine that mocked you in Anaheim.

You sat and waited for his FaceTime, the only thing connecting the two of you now. He called you less than an hour after the game ended, which should’ve made you feel special and like a priority to him, but instead, you just felt like a burden, like another item to check off his to-do list.

You picked up on the third ring, sighing before you tried to put on a happy face for the camera.

“Hi Jamie, great game tonight,” you mustered out. You hoped Jamie took your halfhearted smile as genuine.

“Thanks, babe. Always goes better when you’re watching,” he said. You could see him get comfortable on the hotel bed, his dark hair contrasting against the bright white pillows.

“Yeah, wish I could be there in person,” you said sadly. Jamie knew the trade was hard on you, especially since you had just gotten your first real job in the Anaheim area.

“Well, we’ll figure something out when I play on the west coast in the next few weeks, I can’t go that long without seeing you,” Jamie said sincerely. You let him talk about the team for a few minutes, enjoying just hearing his voice. You had zoned out, thinking about your future as a couple, when Jamie brought your attention back.

“What are you thinking about, babe? You look sad,” Jamie said glumly.

“No, I’m good! Sorry, you can continue, I want to hear about the team,” you said, trying your hardest to sound enthusiastic, but Jamie could see right through you.

“You know this won’t be forever, right babe? We can figure something out once things die down.”

Leave it to Jamie, trying to be logical in a very chaotic moment.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He said, in a voice all too calm for your liking. Tears started to spill down your cheeks at his words. Jamie looked startled that you had started crying, unsure of what to do.

“But, but you are, Jamie. You just joined a new team that actually has a chance of, like, actually winning things. And you live across the country now! And I might not see you, and we-”

“Y/N, babe!” Jamie called your name. You stopped rambling for a minute to look at him. His big, dark blue eyes pleaded with you.

“I may not be in Anaheim, but I’m always here, alright? And I don’t want things between us to change. We’ll figure this out. We’ll be okay. You just have to trust me.”

Even though you had nothing but his word to trust, you nodded, coming back to earth.

“Okay, Jamie. I trust you,” you sighed. “This won’t be easy, but I think we can do it. Do you think we can?”

“Oh I know we can, Princess. I’m never letting you go.”

hope you liked it!!!

[dylobilysmomg]

Gone

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟰)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 (𝗦𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗚)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗳!

You plopped down on the bed in your dimension, waiting for Eddie to fall through, but he didn’t. You saw him move the bed from the floor and pick his gear up.

“Eddie come on! What are you doing?” You yelled.

“Buying more time.” He replied, charging for the demobats. You screamed for him to stop but he was long gone. After some quick thinking, you jumped in after him, dropping onto the hard floor of his upside down trailer.

You stood up and instantly ran outside, head spinning in circles looking for him. You screamed his name but got nothing in return. You ran down the street searching for him.

You could hear screeches and turned the corner to see a swarm of bats. Then, all of a sudden and all at once, every bat fell to the ground, splatting on the concrete.

There, in the middle of all the bats, was Eddie. He seemed to be lying lifeless on the ground. You screamed his name, sprinting towards him. You practically tripped right onto him, knees dropping to the ground beside him.

“Eddie,” You said out of breath, bringing your hands behind his head to lift him into your lap. Eyes stinging at the sight of him. “Hey baby,” He said, forcing a smile, revealing all the blood that filled his mouth. Tears started to fall from your eyes. “We gotta get you home, to a hospital.” You said, trying to lift him up, he grunted in pain, “Just—just give me a minute.” He said, and you slowly lowered his head back into your lap.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” He asked, and you let out a choked sob. “No, no you didn’t run.” You cried, holding his face in your hands. “But this is the one time I wish you did.” You sobbed harder, your tears falling down your neck and chest.

“You—you told us not to be a hero.” You said. “I was wrong.” He simply said, choking on his words. “Was I the hero?” He asked, and you smiled through your sobs. “Yeah, you were the hero.” You replied, brushing hairs out out his face, “You’ve always been the hero.” You added. “Really?” He asked, still smiling despite everything. “You’ll always be my hero.” You cried, Eddie couldn’t stand to see you cry like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Eddie, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You replied, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I’m sorry we never got married, or—or had a family. And—and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I loved you. ‘Cause God, Y/N, I love you. I love you so f-fucking much.” Eddie rambled, making you cry even harder at his words, if that was even possible.

“Eddie,” You cried, “it’s okay.” Eddie was crying now too. “I love you, more than anything.” You sobbed, face so close to Eddie’s that your noses brushed one another. Eddie lifted a hand to place over your beating heart, “86’ baby.” He said, and slowly his breathing came to a halt, his hand sliding from your chest, and eyes glossing over. Though he was in your lap, he was gone.

𝟕/𝟐𝟒/𝟐𝟐

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @liltimmyst

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson masterlist #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine

[taelonsamada]

Tidbit Tuesday - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster

@dominimoonbeam tagged me in this, and surprise surprise, I’m still knee deep in my mafia rom-com story XD I also apparently struggle to grasp what a ‘tidbit’ is… 😆 But this is turning out so cute, and I want to share so much of it with you all!!

….it’s been a week and I’m almost 30k into this story. At this rate, I’ll have this book finished, edited and ready to publish by summer XD

Tagging @zozo-01 @glassbearclock @ejunkiet and @romirola cause I’m nosy and wanna see what you’re working on!

Also tagging @d-cs cause you requested tags for all my mobster stuff!! ♥️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“But Mama, it’s Tuesday! The dinos are on today!”

Carter couldn’t help smiling at the despairing tone Madeline was pleading with her mother in as the elevator door opened. Watching as exhausted Cathy stepped out with her five year old daughter in tow and barely two month old baby in hand.

“I know, Maddie, I’m sorry. We’ll try and get back before they start, promise.”

“Nuh! It always takes forever, we never get back in time!”

“Going on an adventure?” Carter asked, tapping the mail he’d gathered into a neat pile and smiling at Cathy as she stopped beside him and gave him a ‘look’.

“Doctor’s appointment. And guess who bailed on babysitting duty?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a baby!”

“I know, sweetie, it’s just a phrase.” Carter winced, giving her a sympathetic look. All too familiar with Cathy’s flake of an ex-husband.

“Want me to watch her? I’m guessing this is an appointment for little Sarah there?” he offered, and couldn’t help grinning as Madeline immediately gasped and started tugging at her mother’s hand.

“Yes, Mama, yes! Can I stay home with Carter, please? It’s been forever since he was over and he knows all the good dinos!” she begged, giving the biggest doe eyes to her mother that Carter had ever seen.

How that woman ever said no to that little girl, he had no idea.

Cathy looked between the two of them for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the sleeping baby in the carrier she held before looking at Carter once more.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Wouldn’t have offered if it was any trouble,” he assured, and laughed as Madeline wrenched her hand free of her mother’s hold and latched onto his leg. Cathy laughed weakly and shook her head as she held her purse out to the little girl.

“It should only be a couple hours,” Cathy assured as Madeline dug around in her purse and eventually pulled out the house key with a triumphant yell.

“Add an extra hour onto that and go sit at a little cafe for a while. We’ll be fine,” he insisted quietly, waving as Madeline grabbed hold of his hand and started dragging him back towards the elevator.

Which was how Carter found himself sitting on the rug in front of the tv of Cathy’s apartment, watching Madeline focus intensely on his hands as she slathered his nails in polish. Looking up at him with a huff as soon as she’d finished his middle finger.

“No, cuz they don’t really spit poison,” she insisted, to which he looked scandalized.

“But the movie had them doing it, and it looked so cool!” he insisted, his chest aching with the battle to not laugh as she dramatically rolled her eyes before returning her attention back to his hands.

“The dinos in that movie were made how people think they look,” she insisted, shaking her head. “People get dinos wrong all the time.”

“Like that one you told me about before that was actually made up of four different dinosaurs?”

“Yeah!”

He grinned as he watched her work away at his nails, rambling about the accuracy of dinosaurs in media in between each finger. Checking the time to see how long they had before her show started.

“Hey, you said your uncle was going to take you to the museum last time we did this. How was it? You get to finally see real dinosaurs?” he asked, frowning as she went still and quiet, staring at his hand for a moment.

“…No. Uncle Toby isn’t allowed to come here now,” she answered, and Carter felt his stomach heave for a moment. Immediately scolding himself for going to the worst case scenario and forcing his expression to remain calm.

“Did he get in trouble for something?” he asked, watching as her brow furrowed.

“I think so… Mama won’t talk about it, but she and Da were yelling about it for a while. They said something about my cousin Ally, about how her ribs were hurt.”

“…did they say how her ribs got hurt?” he asked softly, his heart pounding in his ears at the sad look on her face.

“Mama said she got kicked,” Madeline spoke, staring at his nails.

“…Maddie,” he spoke quietly. “…has Uncle Toby ever hurt you?” He watched her sit there in silence for a moment before shaking her head. “Has he ever yelled at you? I mean really loudly, and really scary?” Seeing her slowly nod was like an ice shard to his chest, and he sat quietly with her for a long moment.

Eventually he lifted his unpainted hand to tap her chin, causing her to look up at him. “You told your Mama about how he’d yell, didn’t you?”

“I did, and I think I got Uncle Toby in trouble cause of it!” she wailed, to which he immediately shook his head, fussing with her hair for a moment.

“No, baby girl, not at all. It’s good that you told your Mama, that was the right thing to do. Because you spoke up, they’re now going to be able to keep not only you safe, but also your cousin Ally safe. Cause it’s one thing for a father to have to be strict with his children, but no one should ever kick anyone. Especially not their kids,” he insisted, his heart hurting as he watched the tears well up in her eyes as she nodded.

He held his arms out and she immediately crawled into his lap and hugged him with so much strength it almost broke him. Rubbing her back gently and rocking for a moment. She didn’t cry, but she shook for several moments, obviously still torn up about ‘getting her uncle in trouble’.

Looking up at the clock again, he smiled faintly and leaned back a bit to get a look at her face. “Hey… guess what time it is?” Watching as she sniffed loudly before peeking up at him.

“…what time is it?” she asked in a tiny voice, and he responded by grabbing the remote and turning the tv on, flicking through the channels until a familiar song started playing.

The speed of which her head snapped up to look at the screen nearly clipped his chin, and he was immensely relieved at the instant change in her demeanour. Settling back with her against the front of the couch to watch a middle age man race across landscapes and interact with CG’ed dinosaurs as if they were really there. Discussing facts about the creatures as if they were modern day creatures.

And silently filing Uncle Toby away in his head for later.

~~~

Staring at the most recent message on her phone, Eliza frowned gently, wondering how worried she should be.

C: Please help. I am trapped and unable to move. My body weakens with every passing minute.

She knew he wasn’t actually in danger, but she couldn’t help being curious about what it was she was going to walk in on. Then her phone chimed again and she grinned.

C: Cathy’s place. Bring treats.

E: Give me a couple hours. I have to deep clean my fridge first.

C: ELIZA I BEG YOU IM SO HUNGRY BUT I CANT GET UP

Laughing softly, she put her phone away and hummed as the elevator climbed, her grin growing with each ping her phone gave off. Heading into her apartment, she took enough time to put away the groceries she’d picked up and fill a small container with the pecan butter tarts she’d made two days ago.

Returning to the elevator, she headed for the second floor, knocking lightly on Cathy’s apartment door.

“It’s open. Quiet, though,” Carter called in a soft voice, which only heightened Eliza’s curiousity. Pushing the door open, she leaned in slowly, casting a wary look around the apartment. It all looked perfectly normal.

She spotted Carter waving to her, seated on the floor in front of the couch, a cartoon movie with dinosaurs playing on the tv. He gestured for her to come over, perking up at the sight of the container she had in her hand and making an eager grabbing motion with his hands.

Narrowing her eyes, Eliza walked over, and stopped short as soon as she rounded the couch. Staring down at her neighbour.

Her neighbour who had messily painted nails, barrettes with glittery streamers clipped all through his hair, and a dangly earring with a bell in place of his usual simple gold hoop. He also had a five year old passed out and slumped against his thigh, which explained his refusal to move.

She lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at him, her grin growing as he immediately started pouting and gesturing silently to Madeline. Tilting her head in silent question and causing him to huff. “I will not be the kind of villain that wakes an innocent angel like this!” he hissed softly.

Shaking her head, she opened the container and offered him one of the tarts, sitting down on the recliner by the couch and watching as he happily devoured the dessert.

#my writing #mafia fiction #romantic comedy #mafia romance #mafia rom-com #I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster

[hadesforpreswrites]

sleepless nights

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoy this little fic! i started it writing it based on my own issues with insomnia and mental illness because i wanted some comfort and i thought that maybe someone else could be looking for something similar.

there's a character friend named scarlett mentioned in here. she's just mentioned but is a good friend to the main girl. also, i feel like i'm shit at writing dialogue, so i'm very sorry lmao.

there may be a part 2 to this, i haven't decided yet. if you want a second part let me know and what you might want to see in it! (which is why it's marked explicit for the time being)

pairing: kim namjoon x unnamed female character

genre: hurt/comfort, mutual pining

warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, namjoon calls her 'babe,' "platonically"

word count: 1,844

summary: when her brain won't let her sleep, she calls her best friend

part two

she let out an audible groan as she felt around for her phone hidden somewhere in her comforter. once her hand hit the elusive electronic, she brought the lit screen up to her face so she could read the time. 03:00 am. great, it was one of those nights. 

she’d been living with insomnia for as long as she could remember; only being diagnosed about a year ago. on top of that, her manic states that came with her bipolar disorder often assisted the insomnia in keeping her awake. 

tonight she didn’t feel manic but she sure couldn’t sleep. she’d tried almost everything. she took sleep aids, she meditated. she felt tired exhausted but she just couldn’t fall asleep. 

she sighed as she looked at the clock on her phone again. there was only one thing left to try and she was already feeling guilty about it. she scrolled on her phone until she landed on his name, which admittedly didn’t take long as he was in her favorites list. she let her thumb hover over his name for a minute before taking the plunge. she put the phone on speaker as it rang, biting her nails unconsciously.

while it rang, she thought about what she might say this time if he answered. and what she might say if it goes to voicemail as those will be two very different things, she thinks. 

after three rings she was about to hang up when, on the fourth ring, he answered. “hey, you.”

“hey,” she answered, quietly. she hadn’t noticed she was on the verge of crying until she heard his voice. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” she heard him stop whatever he was doing.

“it’s just not fair,” she said, fighting the tears.

“what’s not fair, babe?” normally the nickname caused her heart to flutter, even if it was platonic to him, but tonight she couldn’t focus on that.

“why can’t i sleep?” her voice broke.

she couldn’t know but his heart broke to hear her like this. every time she called him in the middle of the night sounded like she was losing a bit of herself. she was his best friend, the one who usually took care of him (save for nights like this). 

“i wish i knew,” he all-but-whispered. 

“i’m literally so tired, joon. exhausted. i should be able to fall asleep with how tired i am,” she rambled, frantically wiping her face.

“i think i already know the answers but you know i have to ask,” he started.

“i know,” she sniffled.

“took your meds?”

“yeah.”

“meditation?” 

“yep.”

“tried counting sheep?”

“of course.”

he looked over at his desk and computer screens. he could use a break, he thought to himself. he checked the clock, shocked at the time. he could really use a break. 

“want me to come over?”

“then what would happen? you also stay awake? i can’t ask you to do that, joonie,” she said, stubbornly.

“babe,” he sighed. “i’m already awake. i’ve been working all night.”

“then you should sleep!” her heart resumed its normal activity of fluttering at the sound of him calling her ‘babe.’

“how could i sleep knowing you’re awake, crying, possibly entering the ‘bad times,’ hmm?” she could hear him moving around the room, shutting things down.

she was silent as he ordered an uber to take him to her, knowing he was right and, also, she was too tired to put up more of a fight. “do you have your key?” she asked after a few minutes of listening to him get ready to leave.

“yep,” he jingled his keys for her to hear.

during the approximately thirty minute ride to her house, she lived across town from him, he kept her on the phone. they didn’t say much but he knew it made her more comfortable to hear him when he was out this late. the driver made some small talk with him as he drove, mostly inquiring as to why he needed a ride at 3 am in the morning. namjoon assumed he assumed that it was a hookup because when he told him about his friend’s predicament he didn’t seem too convinced it was innocent.

part of namjoon wished his assumption was at least semi-accurate. he often found himself wondering what would happen if they bridged the gap they had created in their relationship, however unknowingly. they did most things couples did and their friends took notice right away, often teasing them. well, him mostly. but for now, he counted his blessings that he could just be in her world. even when nights like this happened, he counted himself lucky. of all the people she could call, she chooses him every time. 

when the car pulls up to the apartment complex she lives in, the driver curses. “why is a girl out here at this time of night, in this weather, wearing that? she’s gonna get sick.”

namjoon lifted his head from his phone where he was reviewing the driver to see who he was talking about. he sighed when his eyes met the figure of the girl he was just thinking about. she was outside, on the sidewalk, in shorts and a hoodie with no shoes, in the middle of winter. “that would be her,” he said to the driver. and then into his phone he said, “what on earth are you doing?”

“waiting for you, hurry up,” she chattered. 

how he didn’t hear her leave her apartment was beyond him, maybe it was during the conversation with the driver. he quickly finished his review so he wouldn’t forget and exited the vehicle as fast as he could. he shed his overcoat and threw it over her shoulders as he waved to the driver.

“i told you i had my key,” he scolded as they moved to the entrance of the complex.

“i thought it’d make my brain go to sleep if it froze a little,” she said, sheepishly. “and besides, you always wait for me when i come to your house.”

“yeah, but not without at least shoes,” he argued.

she turned to smile at him, he was behind her with his hands on her shoulders. he could see the tear stains on her face and the exhaustion in her eyes but here she was smiling at him. it made his heart flutter.

once they were in the elevator, heading to the fourth floor, he leaned his back against the wall of the elevator and pulled her to him. she turned around and circled her arms around him. “thank you,” she mumbled in to his chest.

“any time,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

they made their way to her apartment and once inside, he kicked his shoes off and hung his overcoat up on the hook by the door. “well, what do you wanna do?” he asked her.

“you mean aside from the obvious?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“aside from the obvious,” he nodded matter-of-factly.

she thought for a moment before answering. what would she like to do if she’s not sleeping? nothing really sounded appealing to her. she must have made a face because namjoon chuckled. “what?” 

“nothing. you’re just cute when you’re thinking,” he said, a blush creeping up his neck. he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. 

“i’m having a hard time landing on something to do. i should’ve gone to your house, then i could sit in while you work,” she whined.

“too late,” he said with a laugh. 

“can we just lay down?” she asked. it didn’t matter how many times this happened, she was always shy about it.

“of course, whatever you want,” he grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom.

she climbed into her bed. something that felt like both an escape and a prison. once under the comforter and sheet, she curled herself into namjoon’s side, one hand on his chest. she sighed as she began to trace shapes on the fabric of his shirt. 

he wrapped his arm around her and held her close, placing another kiss to the top of her head. after several silent beats, he thought that maybe she had finally fallen asleep. but then she  spoke.

“you know i love you, right?” it was just above a whisper.

“i know. i love you too.”

“you’re the best thing in my life,” that was a whisper.

“hey,” he maneuvered so he was looking at her. it was hard to see in the dark of the room but her eyes were shining in the little light that came from a night light that she always insisted was for safety purposes. she was tearing up again. “there’s so many good things in your life. i can count eight right now, would you like me to name them?”

she nodded.

“one: scarlett. that girl wouldn’t know what to do without you,” the mention of her friend made her give a choked laugh. “two through seven: jin, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, and jungkook. they have gotten so much joy getting to know you, you bring them back to the world when they get in their heads. eight: me. you’re my best friend and much like scarlett, i wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

she was full-on crying now, head buried in his chest, hiding. 

“do you know what makes these things so good?” he asked.

she shook her head.

“you do. without you all of us would have a little less light in our lives,” he used his hand that wasn’t around her to run his fingers through her hair.

he didn’t know what was going through her head at this moment as she was buried in his chest. but he kept his motions in her hair with his hand, hoping to sooth her and maybe she could sleep for a few hours. he was starting to feel tired himself for the first time all night, now that he was in a dark room, in a bed, comfortable. he willed himself to stay awake until she was asleep, however. he knew that this could mean he doesn’t sleep until the next night but it was a risk he was willing to take. for her.

he saw the sun start to poke through the crack in her curtains. he guessed it must be about 5 or 6 in the morning now. he ignored it as he tightened his arm around her. he felt her hum in contentment. he thought maybe she had fallen asleep so he quietly questioned, “babe?”

when he got no answer he smiled to himself and closed his own eyes. he didn’t know how long she would sleep but he felt good enough in that she had at least dozed off for a bit. he also knew that if she woke up before him, she’d do her best to not wake him as she moved around the apartment, no matter how many times he told her she didn’t have to let him sleep.

#bts fanfic #kim namjoon #rm bts #rm #fluff #bts fluff #rm fluff #namjoon fluff #kim namjoon fluff

[midnightcreator12]

And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 13 - After the Dust Settles

AO3 Link

-----------------------------

That day had been so normal for all the insane things that happened in the late afternoon.

Casey hadn’t even really thought about April’s mom once the shock of finding her had worn off. Like, yeah, a part of him was jealous but…that was kinda why he’d been hiding in the barn and taking out all his feelings over everything on the truck.

Because as much fun as it was to blow off steam via riling Raven up, she’d started hitting him in retaliation. And she hit hard.

So, yeah, he’d gone to the barn, and spent all day messing around with his project truck. Donnie had come in at one point but Casey had ignored him. If there was one thing he’d picked up on about Donnie, it was the guy would vent and it was best to just let him tire himself out or let him talk himself through whatever he was upset over.

Only Donnie had dipped in and out and hardly said anything louder than a grumpy whisper under his breath.

Now, hours later, after the metaphorical dust settled, Casey kinda wished he’d stopped him, asked what he was so grumpy about.

Because maybe if he had, they could have avoided…everything that came a few hours later.

Everything being the two downed turtles, one bleeding heavily from his head and the other trying to get his brother off his shell, chirping and clicking in concern. The space super soldier sitting on the ground, holding her ribs and wheezing, trying to get the air back in her lungs after almost being crushed. And the very, very horrified redhead staring at the puddle of green goo that had…been her mom? Or a Kraang pretending to be her mom?

Casey wasn’t sure, actually. Whatever Mrs. O’Neil had turned into was clearly not human so it couldn’t have actually been April’s mom. But April also had weird alien DNA so maybe that was her mom?

But as much as he wanted answers to all these questions, they had much bigger things to worry about. Namely, the fact that Leo was chirping up a storm and Donnie had yet to move.

Casey shook his head as he moved, forcing all the shock and confusion and the very painful bruising on his back from being thrown by a creepy Kraang shapeshifting thing, and made his way to Donnie and Leo.

By the time he got there, Leo had managed to drag himself out from under Donnie and was now shaking his brother’s shell, a series of low rumbles coming from his throat as he tried to rouse Donnie. He looked up at Casey’s approach, his eyes had gone all wide and sad again and he let out a breathy whimper when Casey crouched on Donnie’s other side.

“Yeah, erm, I got him dude,” Casey wasn’t used to…whatever this side of Leo was called. He was still Leo just…more open? Donnie had rambled about brain damage a few times but from what Casey could see, Leo just wasn’t doing that whole ‘super serious leader’ thing anymore.

But it made him a lot less predictable. 

So Casey watched him as he reached for Donnie, pressing two fingers to the pulse point and letting the steady thrum reassure him that the nerd was okay. And Leo watched Casey back, eyes wide and a litany of sounds coming out of him, but none sounded threatening.

Until his gaze suddenly snapped over Casey’s shoulder. He stooped, eyes going white and a long hiss escaped his throat.

Casey glanced behind him…and winced when he saw April, who looked like she’d frozen mid-step, hand outstretched as if to help.

Honestly, he didn’t really blame Leo. April had launched him halfway across the yard. But he still felt a little bad for her when she tried to step closer and Leo let out another, louder, much more threatening hiss.

“Dude, she didn’t mean it,” Casey tried to placate, keeping his voice low and calm.

April was quick to nod along, “I’m so sorry Leo. I just…I dunno, I panicked but I shouldn’t have I know you don’t just…go after people like that, I know-”

Leo growled again, one arm moving over Donnie, protectively shielding him. April winced again, finally taking a step back.

Casey felt a little bad at the sigh of relief that came out of him when Leo relaxed, but his spine went rigid again when Raven approached. But Leo’s gaze didn’t move from April, not even when Raven slipped past the other girl and stood next to Casey. Leo had his attention firmly fixed on April, not even giving Raven a second glance.

There was a jab on the end of Casey’s tongue. It was more habit than anything by this point, had become their thing where he’d poke and then she’d hit him. But looking at her dirt-smeared face and hunched posture in an instinctive effort to protect her ribs, he decided to let the quips slide for now.

Instead, he watched her move to crouch at Leo’s side and place just the tips of her fingers on his un-injured arm. The contact finally seemed to catch Leo’s attention, making him take his eyes off April and look at Raven. He was still tense but he blinked and his eyes were back to having blue iris and pupils again.

“Jones,” Raven spoke without taking her eyes off Leo. “Carry Donatello inside.”

The urge to sass back immediately intruded into Casey's brain. It was hard to not just let those first thoughts slip out but he bit the inside of his cheek and focused on Donnie’s bloodied face.

Because he and Donnie were friends now. And his friend needed help.

He could save the poking at Raven for later.

Casey moved to take Donnie’s arm, carefully watching Leo out of the corner of his eye in case he got…bitey. But Raven seemed to be doing a bang-up job of keeping his attention. Her hands were ghosting over his arms and shoulders and he only hissed when she grazed the beginnings of bruising on his skin.

Casey levered Donnie into a sitting position, only to freeze when he groaned. Donnie’s head lolled, eyes cracking open a tiny bit. They were hazy and he clearly wasn’t fully present but, apparently, the sound was enough to get Leo’s attention.

Casey had to scooch or risk being shoved, hooking Donnie’s arm around his shoulders to keep him upright. Leo chittered, bringing up a hand to cup under Donnie’s jaw.

And to Casey's surprise, Donnie’s head lifted slightly to look at Leo and he let out a very gravily chirp. When Leo started responding better to words over the turtle sounds, Donnie had clammed them up again and stuck strictly to human sounds. But, apparently, words were too much effort for him right now…not that Casey really blamed him.

Leo brightened, chirping back and stooping to bump his forehead against Donnie’s. The action would have been sweet if Donnie didn’t let out a whimper at the contact.

“Okay, come on,” Raven grabbed Leo’s wrist and wrapped her other arm around his shell. “Inside, both of you.”

Casey tensed, waiting for Leo to lash out at Raven.

But surprisingly, he didn’t. He whined but let Raven pull his arm around her shoulder and hoist him up, leaning on her as they both started to limp towards the house.

Casey puffed out a heavy sigh and looked back towards Donnie…who’s chin was on his chest again and his eyes had closed.

“Gee, thanks dude,” Casey mumbled as he adjusted his hold. “Wake up long enough to say hi to your bro and then leave me to carry your heavy-ass shell by myself?”

Donnie didn’t respond.

Casey huffed again but he couldn’t keep chatting because he actually did have to haul Donnie to the house. He shifted again so that he could settle Donnie on his back and heaved himself up. The turtles weren’t that heavy, most of their weight came from there shell but the said shell made them harder to balance. But Donnie wasn’t nearly as bulky as Raph so Casey managed to start walking with only minor effort.

He heard April’s footsteps starting to trail after him…and very far behind him, deathly quiet.

Yeah, there would be conversations later. Gross.

The door to the house had been left open so Raven easily led the way into the living room. Where they found Raph, also bleeding from a cut on his temple, looking a lot greener than he should and trying to crawl across the floor.

Leo chirped in concern, squirming in Raven’s hold. She held firm, not letting Leo go but she spoke to Raph, “I told you to stay put.”

“‘eo,” Raph mumbled, the one word slurring horribly as he lifted his head and tried his damnest to focus. Tried, because it seemed he kept looking a little too far to the left.

“We got Leo,” Raven shuffled over to Raph, carefully lowering Leo to sit next to him.

Leo repeated what he’d done with Donnie, moving his hands to carefully prod at the wound on Raph’s head before examining the rest of him. Raph grumbled at the poking but he leaned against the coffee table and shut his eyes, shoulders relaxing.

Raven breathed a massive sigh, gesturing towards Casey, then the couch, “Can you get Mike outta the basement after you set Donnie down?”

This time, Casey couldn’t bite his tongue, “What? He too heavy for ya space cadet?”

Raven was quiet for a moment, “....I almost dropped Leo on the porch stairs.”

Casey paused halfway through dumping Donnie onto the couch.

Oh.

Casey hadn’t noticed that but…yeah, he vaguely remembered Donnie telling him once that lifting was harder with busted ribs. And Raven definitely had something going on with hers if the way she kept wrapping an arm around them was any hint.

So he deposited Donnie the rest of the way onto the couch and quickly made his way to the basement door…which was no longer there, “Dude, did you bust the door?”

“Technically,” Raven called back. “Donnie did it. April, go get whatever medical supplies we got.”

Casey only partly heard April’s reply and her footsteps going upstairs. His attention was more focused downward, firmly fixed on the fact that he had to get Mikey and trying very hard not to think about the fact that the freaky Kraang shape-shifter thing had come out of there.

The third floor had been creepy before but, somehow, seeing that thing had made it ten times creepier.

What other weird alien things were hiding in the Kraang ship? For all he knew, there was another shapeshifting impostor that had already taken Mikey’s place and they’d have to deal with all of that again-

The second his sneakers hit the dirt floor, there was a loud beep and a light flashed on.

Casey jumped, one hand instinctively moving over his shoulder before he remembered that he hadn’t seen Raven’s little pet.

And it was because he was crouched on Mikey’s chest, boxy little head bobbing at Casey so that the light shined right into his eyes.

“Dude,” Casey hissed. “I’m here for Mikey, we took care of the Kraang thing and everyone’s gettin’ fixed up.”

“Mom-Thing.”

Casey blinked. Because when Scrap stopped trying to blind him he could see that Mikey was very much awake.

Well, if you ignored the slightly hazy look in his eyes. But it didn’t stop him from dragging a hand up to point at Casey, “I name the baddies. That one is Mom-Thing.”

“Seriously?” Casey snorted as he made his way over. “All the names you could go with and that’s what you pick?”

He expected Mikey to quip back, maybe boast about how excellent he was at naming things or adamantly defend the name choice.

But when he stooped down next to Mikey, he did not foresee the turtle bursting into tears.

Scrap gave a panicked-sounding beep, shuffling forward on Mikey’s plastron and dropping his head to rest right on the top lip of it.

Casey also froze, hands hovering, not fully sure what to do.

Because Mikey was dramatic, over the top, a real heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy. But Casey had never seen him cry. Even leaving the city he hadn’t cried. Once the need to be fighting everything had passed he’d just clammed up and stared into space until they found Raven.

But now he was starting to hiccup, hands moving up to rub at his eyes as he mumbled, “My head hurts.”

…oh.

Casey looked around the floor until he spotted a red smear near Mikey’s head.

Apparently, everyone had gotten a good conk on the head today.

“Okay tough guy,” Casey helped Mikey sit up, sending a beeping Scrap to the floor. “Everyone’s okay, and Raven is patching the guys up.”

“Ray-Ray,” Mikey turned big, sad blue eyes up at Casey. “The real one, right? There…there was….a baaaad one. She didn’t….didn’t have Scrap, that how you can tell.”

“Pretty sure she didn’t have him because she told him to guard dog you.”

Mikey blinked and his chin dropped to stare at Scrap, who gave a long sad beep.

“Oh yeah,” Mikey started to nod, then winced and aborted the movement halfway through.

Scrap beeped again, scampering to the bottom stair step and shifting from leg to leg, like he was anxiously waiting for Casey and Mikey to catch up.

“Yeah, yeah, hang on,” Casey started to lever Mikey up…then paused again. “Why am I talking to a buddy-bot?”

“Cause he’s like a lil friend,” Mikey sniffed, wiping at his eyes again. “Like…like a bird or a dog…but he understands. Ray-Ray says he just speaks binary cause…cause his model wasn’t….mmm, made for voice box thingies….and I think she said he doesn’t like them?”

Scrap beeped, bobbing his head.

Casey rolled his eyes and finished helping Mikey to his feet, “Right, of course. Why would an alien robot want to speak any English?”

Scrap beeped again. Probably in answer.

But since Casey could not understand any of it, he just jerked his head towards the top of the stairs, “Just make sure I can see so I don’t drop Mike.”

Scrap beeped again, jumping up a few steps so he could shine the light down the stairs, thus giving Casey an uninhibited view of the steps. 

Mikey gave a small cheer that turned into a groan as Casey started moving. 

It was borderline painful getting out of the basement. Casey had to move slowly, letting Mikey carefully set both feet on each stair before they braved the next one. Scrap stayed about four steps ahead of them, keeping his light on the steps even when he shuffled back and jumped up the next few planks.

It took forever, and Mikey had to stop quite a few times but, finally, they made it to the ground floor and stumbled back into the living room.

April was nowhere to be seen but she’d clearly been there. The coffee table was covered in supplies. Leo was still next to Raph but he’d stopped poking in favor of just laying on the floor and pressing his shell against Raph’s leg. Raph himself didn’t seem to mind, he was simply leaning on the table, arms stretched across it and eyes drooping.

Donnie was propped up on the couch pillows and Raven was carefully cleaning the blood from his face.

Scrap beeped and sprang forward, skittering across the room and climbing up Raven’s back. 

Casey deposited Mikey in the armchair, “Where’d Red go?”

“Ran off,” Raven answered. “Leo’s still mad at her.”

Raph made a grumbling sound, “‘ssh sucks. Gotta….wait.”

“Unless you’d like to help,” Raven added.

Casey hesitated. Because he wanted to check on Red. Even if her mom turned out to be a fake it still probably messed with her head. 

But, looking around at the guys, some of whom were still recovering from New York and were now sporting brand-new scraps and bruises and cuts, he decided to grab another towel and pressed it to the back of Mikey’s head.

He happened to be pretty adept at first aid. He’d had to learn when he started doing his vigilantism or else risk his dad finding out that he wasn’t just goofing off in skate parks half the night. And his ability had only gotten better when he got mixed up with the turtles. The frequency of fights hadn’t changed much but the size of his opponents sure as hell had.

All that to say, he was very efficient with patching up each turtle. Mikey only really needed a patch to the back of his head, the same went for Raph and the cut on his temple. Casey guessed they’d both be out of it for at least the next twenty-four hours. Which was fine for Raph, he seemed to just be droopy and agreeable, but Casey still went tense every time Mikey would randomly start crying again.

Donnie also seemed to be pretty easy. He was banged up but they could really only treat the double whammy he’d taken to the skull. Raven cleaned and patched both cuts before pulling the couch pillows out from under him so he could lie down with on cushion over his face.

Leo was slightly more involved process. Both he and Raven worked together to restitch and rebandage the gashes in his shoulder. There were also some serious scrapes along that same side, likely from hitting the ground after April…threw him.

The last thing Raven took care of, cleaning the unnaturally-colored blood from Leo’s hands.

Casey watched avidly during that process, eyes mostly fixated on Leo’s claws. He didn’t even know the guys had claws but, now that he was looking, he could see they all had small points on their fingernails. It was weird because he was pretty sure none of them had those a month ago.

He wanted to prod Raph or Donnie, ask if that was how their nails grew in and they just kept them trimmed down, why he could see the claws now, what other little quirks did they have that none of them had bothered mentioning.

Except everyone was very, very out of it and he doubted he’d get a cohesive answer. Especially after the pain pills were passed out.

So, instead, he looked at Raven, “How’d… all this happen?”

Raven shrugged as she tucked blankets around the guys and helped them get comfy, “I missed most of it. Last night Mikey and me spotted Mom-Thing leaving the house. It was late and she was very clearly trying to sneak out undetected so Mikey wanted to follow her. I asked him to hang back, check on April and everyone while I investigated.”

Raven finished tucking a pillow under Leo’s head and started to move away, but Casey put out a hand to stop her, “Nu-uh, you’re next space cadet. Mikey’ll kill me if he wakes up and finds out I let you walk around with busted ribs. Sit down and finish the story.”

Raven blinked at him, brow furrowing, “I very much doubt you want to see me without my top on.”

“You’re wearing a sports bra, right?”

Raven’s eyes narrowed.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, I was with April when she got them for you. So go sit down already.”

Raven's brows were still pinched but she finally moved toward the coffee and sat down. Casey waited until she had stripped down all the way, putting the molted bruising up her sides on full display. As well as a weird bird symbol tattoo on her shoulder and a bit of scaring peeking out from beneath her bra.

Casey frowned for a moment, before shrugging the new details off for now and got to work, “So, what happened when you went after Mom-Thing?”

“She was attempting to steal mutagen from Donnie’s lab,” Raven lifted her arms for Casey to start working the gauze around his torso. “I intercepted, tried to apprehend her…I was caught by surprise when her arms turned into tentacles.”

“Creepy,” Casey commented dryly.

“Extremely,” Raven agreed. “I did my best to fight her off but…I was knocked out and I woke up in the basement. Scrap had been damaged in the fight and had entered sleep mode to prevent any permanent damage and I was tied up and gagged. I don’t know how long I was down there, but she eventually brought Mikey down. She hadn’t taken his weapons, so we attempted to use his hidden blade to escape. She…” 

Raven sighed. “She brought Donnie down while we were trying to cut through Mikey’s restaurants. She threw both of us to opposite sides of the basement, I managed to avoid hitting my head….Mikey…”

Casey nodded, “Hit something?”

“The stair railing,” Raven said. “When Mom-Thing left I tried to get to the….ku-sara-gama. Donnie woke up, we helped each other escape, found Raph, and…well, I think you saw the rest.”

Casey nodded, “She’d…shifted into Donnie, right before you escaped, I think. We thought he’d gone feral or something.”

“Why would he do that?”

Casey frowned, finishing off the wrapping and pulling away, “Well, Red said that the mutations can mess with people’s heads sometimes. She thought that was why Leo was still being weird.”

Raven reached for her tank top and shirt, “Any mental altercations from mutagen usually are stress responses from pain. And Leonardo very likely has a brain injury that’s affected his ability to speak.”

“Yeah,” Casey rubbed his hands down his face. “I mean, I thought that sounded weird but…I dunno, it also sounded possible? Feels like mutagen does something different every week.”

Raven hummed, gaze turning downward to where Scrap had been standing sentry at her feet, “You feel up to a little slicing?”

Scrap beeped, doing a little jump before scampering back towards the basement.

Casey frowned pointing after the bot with a questioning humm.

“He’s gonna go find what kind of intel is on that scout ship,” Raven explained. “Then he’ll bring me the raw data so we can decode it. With any luck, they’ll be answers as to what Mom-Thing really is.”

“And he’s gonna do that by…cutting into the ship?”

“What?” Raven turned back to Casey, frowning. “No. Why would he do that?”

“You told him to slice it!” Casey argued.

“Yeah, slice, not slice.”

“That is literally the same word.”

“No, slice like…like breaking into a ship system without a keycode.”

“...we on Earth call that ‘hacking’.”

Raven frowned even harder, “…that’s just another way to say slicing.”

“One, it’s not,” Casey stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Two, I’mma go find April.”

Raven nodded, reaching to her side and handing Casey a box of bandages, “I didn’t see her get hit but it is better to be safe.”

“...yeah, sure,” Casey took the offered box. “Any idea where she went?”

“Upstairs.”

“Thanks.”

Casey headed for the stairs, mulling over what he wanted to say to April.

Hey, sorry your mom turned out to be an alien? Sucks you had to explode the shapeshifter pretending to be your mom? 

Yeah, there weren’t really any good ways to segway into this conversation.

He ended up finding April in her room. She had the window open and was sitting on the sill, legs dangling outside.

“Er, yo,” Casey tried to fall back on the laid-back skater persona, casually strolling into the room and leaning on the wall next to April. “Uh, you good? Any boo-boos I need to kiss better for ya?”

“Not in the mood Casey,” April snapped.

Okay, she was…upset. Understandable.

Casey sighed, tipping his head back to rest on the wall, “...look, all that was….pretty messed up-”

“Messed up?” April growled. “What’s messed up is that I fell for a stupid Kraang in disguise. Again.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault-”

“But it is,” April spun around, frustrated tears streaming down her face as she glared at Casey. “They keep tricking me! And I keep just…falling for it! I brought Kraang Sub-Prime right to the Lair, to the guy's home! And then…I stupidly bought into everything that…that thing said! I actually thought the guys were going crazy right in front of me. They’ve lost everything, of course none of them are acting normal! How was I so…so stupid?”

Casey hesitated, rubbing his arm, “I mean…if my mom came back outta nowhere, I’m pretty sure I’d hang on everything she said.”

April’s breath caught, her eyes going wide.

Then she buried her face in her hands, “God…I’m such a mess.”

“Yeah, well, I think we all are,” Casey shrugged. “But hey, we won, the guys are gonna be fine. All’s well that ends well, right?”

“...Leo hates me now.”

Casey blew a raspberry, “Leo doesn’t know how to hold a grudge. By tomorrow, he’ll be all chirpy with you again.”

April sighed and curled more into herself.

…yeah, Casey didn’t quite believe himself either. But he could hope.

—-------------------------

Casey and Raven ended up taking shifts, checking on the guys. April had tried to help too but every time she stepped into the living room, Leo’s eyes would snap open and fix on her like a hawk.

They didn’t want to risk him doing anything to hurt himself or April, so Raven and Casey rotated out, waking the guys up to make sure their brains were recovering okay. And when Raven wasn’t on shift, she was at the kitchen table with Scrap, shifting through whatever the bot had gotten out of the Kraang ship.

By day two of recovery, the guys were on the mend. Rpah was even aware enough to keep Leo calm and let April finally come and see everyone. She still tactfully gave Leo a wide berth but she seemed glad to finally be able to visit again.

But only a few minutes after they all managed to settle in and start arguing over what to watch, Raven walked in with Scrap perched on her shoulder, announcing she had results.

Of course, all eyes were focused on her in an instant.

Raven hesitated, slowly scanning the room until her gaze ended up on April, “The information…has a lot to do with you.”

“Me?” April echoed.

“Yes…I can keep those details confidential and debrief you later.”

April quickly shook her head at that, “No. No more secrets. Whatever you have, you have to tell everyone.”

Raven hesitated again. Then huffed in a deep breath, “The creature that Mikey has dubbed ‘Mom-Thing’ was a prototype for an infiltration mutant, one able to blend in anywhere it pleased. They had originally been placed among the O’Neil family because the isolation from a larger human population would make it…easier to erase things if anything went sideways.”

Casey shuddered at the implications.

Raven continued, like a soldier giving a debrief, “They would pretend to be human and marry into the family. There are notes that indicate they had some semblance of psychic abilities to influence whomever they were trying to marry. Essentially making the unfortunate victim think that there was genuine affection. It would explain why everyone believed her story.”

“Duuude,” Mikey made a disgusted face. “That’s messed up.”

“So how come you and Mikey didn’t buy into it?” Raph asked.

“I have my shields,” Raven said. “And…I have been teach Mikey how to do it.”

“Seriously?” Raph looked towards Mikey.

He shrugged, “What? It seems cool and it worked, didn’t it?”

“So, that was it?” Donnie frowned. “Mom-Thing would just…pretend to be a different human and marry members of the family?”

“Yes,” Raven agreed. “They would marry in, pretend to grow old and die, disappear for a bit and come back with a new identity. Now…almost all of these unions didn’t result in biological offspring…until they married Kirby O’Neil.”

April sucked in a breath, “My dad?”

“Indeed,” Raven pressed on. “There were quite a lot of observations but, the short version is, Mom-Thing had become so integrated with humans that they wished to experience…more.”

“Hang on,” Casey interrupted. “What, exactly, do you mean more?”

“I mean…” Raven sighed. “That Mom-Thing had a biological offspring with Kirby O’Neil….in other words…April.”

“Wait,” Donnie sat up, eyes widening. “So…that thing…wasn’t pretending to be April’s mom….that…that was actually April’s mom?!”

Raven nodded.

Casey’s gaze whipped around to April. She was staring, eyes wide with horror and a hand slowly moving to cover her mouth.

He expected her to let the silence ring out but, instead, she spoke, “How…but why did we leave her behind?”

“That’s…where the logs get spotty.” Raven cleared her throat. “There were at least two Kraang monitoring progression at the time you were born. The last few logs mention how Mom-Thing was becoming almost… obsessive with you. And then there is a roughly a five-year gap before a log of the cryo-tube activating.”

“What…” April swallowed. “What does that mean?”

“My guess?” Raven said. “After you were born, Mom-Thing bonded very strongly to you, probably because of a shared psychic link. The logs show a steady climb of them being more invested in you before the cut-off. If I hazarded a guess, they devoted so much mental concentration to you that your father was able to break through their influence. Once he realized what was happening…he likey concluded the best way to protect you was to cryo-freeze Mom-Thing and get you into a more populated area where you wouldn’t just…vanish.”

April sucked in a shaky breath through her hand, “That…that Kraang…

Raven slowly nodded.

“That was my mom,” April removed her hand from her mouth, staring down at it. “That….part of me…is that.”

“Does this mean April can shapeshift!?” Mikey cried out, bolting out of his seat. “Dude, turn into a turtle! We can be samsies!”

“Mikey,” Raph, Donnie and Casey snapped in unison.

“What?” Mikey looked around, seeming genuinely confused.

April suddenly stood, keeping her face down and moving quickly to the front door.

Casey was up and after her in an instant, calling, “Hey, April, hang on.”

He caught up to her by the swing. She’d stopped next to it, shoulders shaking and staring at the green smudge that was still left from the fight. 

She started to ramble when Casey got close, “I’m…I knew I had Krang DNA but I…I’d hoped it was just spliced in or something…but…” she turned to Casey. “I’m…one of them.”

“No you aren’t,” Casey stated firmly, shoving all his normal bravado to the side as he pulled April into a hug. “Yeah, you’re mom was a piece of work but you aren’t like her. Or the Kraang. You’re April, okay?”

April didn’t answer. She just buried her face in Casey's shoulder and sobbed.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #oc