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eddiiiieeee · 11 months

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Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun masterlist

something that humoured Eddie was how no one batted an eye when they see Carver and his group of rats gang up on Eddie, and that's exactly what was happening. just another day for everyone, while Eddies got a black eye, a cut on his lip and possibly a broken nose with all the blood coming from it, Eddie did hit back, but he was one on five, he'd manage to get one down, another would come back up. they were getting their dignity back after Eddie had beaten them up a few days back. "you know whats a real big shame, freak? that pretty girlfriend of yours, y/n. She's got a bright future ahead of her, but do you think shell really achieve anything with you by her? fuck no" Jason said as Eddie pushed him away from him, leaning his body against the wall behind him as he wiped his bloody nose before Eddie knew it, he was on the ground while Andys foot hit against his stomach over and over again, before they'd decided to leave him alone, but what hurt the most wasn’t the kicks or the punches. it was the fact that deep down, eddie knew they were right, that Eddie was holding y/n back from amazing things, he knew that the tiny voice in his head that he would ignore was right. Eddie wasn’t good enough for y/n, no matter how hard he tries, he’s just a phase in her life he needs to get her out of, but how could he leave her? the love of his life was y/n, he felt sick just thinking about how hurt she would feel, he knew deep down that he was holding back.

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y/n had been waiting for Eddie at his trailer with Wayne, her dad needing to take an extra shift meant y/n all by herself, so she grabbed the left overs from the lasagna she’d made, making sure she left some for her dad, and made her way to the Munson trailer. “Eddie’s mom” y/n mumbled as Wayne handed her Polaroids of a woman who looked similar to Eddie “yep, she was beautiful, my boy got everything from her, even his wild hair he can’t seem to brush” y/n chuckled as she looked at the picture, Eddie looked just like her “he’s got her eyes” she said as she smiled noticing the ring on her finger, it was the ring Eddie had given her for her birthday

y/n handed Wayne the picture back before the door abruptly opened, revealing a rather pissed off Eddie. both Wayne and y/n shot up from their seats “Ed’s what happened to you?” Wayne asked as y/n walked up to him, placing her hands on his face as Eddie moved away from her “Ed’s what happened?” she said looking at him “nothing, i got into a fight” he mumbled keeping his eyes on the floor, as he bit the inside of his lip “come on, we need to clean you up” y/n said trying to wipe the blood from his lip before he moved away “man, get off me will you?” he spat glaring at her before he walked off into his room

“boy get back here!” Wayne said as he heard Eddie bedroom door slam shut, y/n stood there shocked before she turned to Wayne “he probably wants to be alone it’s fine” she said giving Wayne a small smile before she moved to grab the empty places on the table, putting them in the plate as Wayne helped her clean up. once they were done, Wayne had gone out for a smoke while y/n went to check up on eddie “Eddie? can i come in?” she asked, before opening the door, as Eddie sat on the floor with a cloth on his lip, he took a glance at her before he looked away “what?” he mumbled moving the cloth away to look at the blood

“i got you food, its lasagne” she said walking in as she closed the door, sitting next to him as she placed the plate down as well. “you wanna tell me what happened?” she asked as she looked at him “i don’t have to tell you everything” he said looking at her “stop getting all up into my shit.” y/n face fell as she nodded, Eddie’s never once spoken to her that way. she nodded before she looking at around “Wayne showed me a pictures of your mom, she’s really seems prettier in ever picture i see” Eddie sensed the hurt in y/n’s voice, he knew he was starting to hurt her

“listen i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep, can you just go home and i’ll, like, call you i guess?” He said looking at her as y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused “Eddie, did i do something?” “god, not everything revolves around you, y/n. i get it you’re my girlfriend but that does not mean we have to hangout all the time” y/n gulped as she bit the inside of her lip “sorry, it’s my fault that i’m trying to be a good girlfriend. and i’ll go home, don’t worry” she said getting up as she walked out the room, grabbing her jacket and bag before heading out. Eddie rubbed his face as he got up, moving into the bathroom to get the first aid kit out, and clean his face up.

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y/n had set up the table, three plates, like every morning. she hummed along to the Elvis record she had on, soon finishing up the pancakes and placing the plate of them in the middle of the table. “y/n?” Nick had called out as he walked down the stairs “in here!” y/n said as she poured coffee in the three glasses she’d put on the table, Nick walked in and smiled at her “morning” he said as he sat down yawning a-bit “morning, what time did you get home from your shift?” she asked handing him a glass of water, a habit they’ve had since Nick always forgets to drink water.

“around three, you were asleep when i got home” he said beginning to smear chocolate all over his pancake “did you eat the leftovers? i took some for Wayne and Eddie and left out some for you since i knew you’d get home hungry” “yea i did” he said his mouth filled with a mixture of pancakes and chocolate “Munson not coming for breakfast?” he asked nothing Eddie’s empty chair at the table “i’m not sure, he wasn’t in the best mood when i saw him last night, he was… all beat up, just really sour” y/n said as she sat down, grabbing a pancake and doing the same as Nick did “i’ll just keep some aside for him, and after school i’ll give them to him” she mumbled taking a sip of her coffee

as Nick nodded “so i was thinking tomorrow night, we could go out pick a movie out, and have a movie night, I’ve got tomorrow off” he shrugged as y/n swallowed her food nodding ”just saying i am not watching top gun maverick again, i think i can recite the entire movie scene for scene” she said as they both chuckled “it’s a good movie besides if i let you pick the movie it’ll just mean i’m either watching dirty dancing or pretty in pink” “hey you cried watching pretty in pink!” “i did not!” “did so!” she laughed as she then looked at her watch

“shit Eddie’s late” she said finishing off her pancake before drinking the rest of her coffee “You go ahead to school and I’ll clean up, need a ride?” Nick said wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin “I do, You sure you've got the time?” “yea I’m sure, I’ve got a couple hours before my next shift,” he said as y/n got up helping Nick clean up before grabbing her backpack, swinging it on her back as Nick tied his work boots, getting up once he was done, grabbing his keys. both of them getting in the car and driving off. .... y/n pulled out her chemistry textbook out of her locker, to place it inside her bag, she hadn't seen eddie for the last two periods. she was lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Robin who was staring at her concerned "you okay?" the blonde asked as y/n looked at her, clearing her throat "yea yea, its just Eddie, he's acting off" she said closing her bag as she closed her locker, locking it as her and Robin walked off to Chem "have you seen him today?" y/n asked, concerned about her boyfriend. "no but during lunch, ill call up steve and ask if they're hanging out, you know Eddie, he'll ditch a day of school to get high with king steve" y/n hummed in agreement as the two made their way into class, something was off and y/n knew it. Eddie was sat in the back of his van, a joint hanging from his lip, as Robert plants voice rang through his headphones, the ones y/n had gifted him along with the cassette player for his birthday, his eyes set on the song journal in front of him "fucking shit" he mumbled, closing the journal and throwing it next to him as he took a deep drag from the joint, letting the smoke into his system, maybe it would help drown out Jasons voice and y/ns, the anger and hurt that laced it last night. he's going to do it, today. he'll break up with her and just support her from the side lines, where she wouldn't know. after a few more minutes of sitting and string at the carpet of the vans back area with Zepplin filling his head, Eddie stopped the tape as he took the headphones off, opening the door to his van and setting out, throwing the joint on the floor as he put it out, grabbing his journal and stuffing it in the mess he calls a backpack, zipping it uo and swinging it over his leather clad shoulder, closing the door and locking the van, before walking inside the building and heading to the drama room. .... part 2 here!

part 3 here!

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dandylovesturtles · 6 months

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Splinter and Donnie: Treat!

Eeeeyaaaa Splinter and Donnie my beloveds ;; I will absolutely write a treat for them.

This one has a little angst in it but don't worry, they resolve it.

This is set in early S2, so Donnie is still 14 or maybe just turned 15 depending on how you're spacing things out.

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Splinter could privately admit to himself that he hadn't always been the best father. His fear of confronting his family history, and his depression over what had happened to him, led him to cut off a lot of himself from his boys, and as a result he wasn't there for them like he should have been.

But then the Foot Clan and Draxum and the Shredder came along and forced everything out in the open. There are no more secrets (well, almost), and in an unexpected twist he and his sons were brought closer than they had been in years.

He was really feeling that, this Father's Day. Usually, the boys ran past him with a quick, "Love you, Dad!" and a hastily procured gift thrown in his lap on their way to do something more interesting. But this year they had made it an entire to-do; Orange made them a big dinner with cake for dessert, Blue and Red made a banner that said, "Happy Father" (with the "'s Day" squished into the corner), with Purple finishing the decorating. Instead of being tossed unceremoniously in his lap, his gifts were presented to him one by one, between dinner and dessert, and each boy seemed proud of their offering.

Orange had painted a lovely picture of the two of them together, that Splinter planned to frame as soon as he had the time. Red had found him a replacement of a life size Lou Jitsu cardboard cutout he used to have, that had been destroyed in a still unexplained incident. And Blue had gotten him a garish sign that said, "Warning: Beware of Rat," but he'd also slipped him an envelope with a gift card to his favorite burrito place so Splinter couldn't be mad about it.

Finally, the only one left to give him a gift was Purple, who smiled wide as he brought forward a very unassuming box. Somehow it was smaller than Splinter expected.

"You might want to get a hard hat for this one," Blue joked from where he was lounging on a bean bag.

"Scoff!" responded Purple immediately. "Just wait until you see what I've made! It's thoughtful and just what I think you, Dad, have been needing."

"I'm sure I will love it," he said, before opening the box. Out fell... "A TV remote?"

That's what it looked like, though there were extra buttons that he wasn't familiar with. It was purple, unsurprisingly, with that familiar blocky D embossed on the bottom, so Purple must have made it from scratch.

"Oh ho! This is not merely a TV remote." Purple pulled it away from him, holding it aloft. "This is the only remote you will ever need - my incredible GeniusBuilt Ultimate Universal Remote! Patent pending."

"Ooooh, a universal remote!" Splinter nodded excitedly. He'd always wanted one of those!

"It controls everything in here," Purple continued, still talking like a showman as he turned so his brothers could also get a look. "The projector and speakers, obviously, but also the lights!" He demonstrated this by flickering them with a push of a button. "And this button will start the popcorn maker and deliver it hot and fresh to you!" He demonstrated this, too, the sound of popping corn quickly filling the air.

"Oooooh! So fancy!" said Splinter with a clap of his hands.

"Eh, showoff," whispered Blue.

"That's just the beginning of all the features I've loaded this baby with," said Purple proudly, handing the remote back to Splinter. "I have a user manual around here, somewhere..."

While he was searching for it, Splinter took the remote and examined the buttons. One directional pad had a picture of his chair next to it.

"What does this button do?" he asked, before pressing the down arrow. Immediately, his chair responded by reclining back, with a soft mechanical whir that hadn't been there before.

"It controls my chair, too!?"

"Oh, yes!" Purple looked over from where he was searching. "I outfitted your chair with electronic parts, too, so it's entirely automatic."

"Hmmm! Very impressive, Purple one," said Splinter with glee. He pressed the left directional arrow, and his chair responded by swiveling to the left. "I feel so fancy!"

He released the button, but the chair... didn't stop moving. It kept moving to the left.

"Ah, Purple?" he called, as the chair began to pick up speed. "Is there a way to make it stop?"

"Huh? What do you- oh!" He caught glimpses of Purple's face as he spun around again and again, gripping onto the chair for dear life. "O-okay, um, just a bug, I can fix this, hang on!"

With a clatter the remote went flying, and Purple dove after it, desperately jamming on buttons. At least Splinter thought that was what he was doing, but it was hard to keep track - now the chair was spinning so fast it made him dizzy.

"I can fix this!" Purple was chanting. "I can fix this, I can fix this!"

"Pops, let go!" yelled Red. "We'll catch you!"

"Oh boy," he heard Blue say, which was not encouraging. But if he stayed on the chair any longer he'd lose his dinner, so he decided to let go.

They did not catch him, but it's not like he expected them to.

"Papa!" Purple shouted, and he blinked blearily as his son appeared overhead. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened! But I'll fix that right away, just give me a few minutes-"

"Thank you, Purple," said Splinter, sitting up and patting his hand (it took a few tries because there were three Purples for some reason). "But for now I think I will stick to my usual remote."

"Oh," said Purple softly. "Okay."

Then, clutching the universal remote in his hands, he turned and fled the room.

Splinter blinked after him as his vision steadied. Then he turned to look at the other three, who were all looking between Splinter and Purple's retreating back with uncertain expressions.

Splinter knew the answer before he opened his mouth. "Did I... say the wrong thing?"

"Ah, well," said Red hesitantly. "You know... Donnie is just... a little sensitive?"

"Oh, you crushed his heart," Orange immediately chimed in. "Like, completely mangled that sucker."

"Donnie's gifts always have kinks," said Blue slowly, like he was explaining how the world worked to a very stupid child. "But you don't just tell him you don't want it. Sheesh."

"I did not say I didn't want it!" Splinter protested, but the looks his other three sons were giving him were not particularly forgiving. And that was fair - he had made a mistake, he could own that.

He got to his feet, dusting himself off, and said, "I will talk to him." Then he made his way for Purple's lab.

At first the room appeared empty; he was not at his worktable like Splinter expected, and he wondered if he'd made a mistake, and Purple had gone to the arcade or the garage. But just as he was about to leave, his ears picked up on the telltale sound of a little turtle's sniffles.

Ah. So he was here.

Splinter followed the sound toward the back of a lab, until he finally found his son, crammed into the space between one of his big, incomprehensible machines and the wall, balled up with his face buried in his knees and his arms wrapped tight around his legs. The remote was laying in two pieces on the floor, like he'd thrown it down.

It made Splinter's heart ache to see Purple like this, and know he caused it. It wasn't even the first time they'd been here, because he couldn't seem to get it right.

"Donatello," he said softly. Purple didn't look up, just tensed a little more tightly into his scrunched up position. "I am sorry I made you upset. I really do like your gift."

Purple sniffed and raised his eyes up over the top of his arms. "No you don't," he accused. "Why would you? It doesn't even work."

"That's not true! It just has some..." What was the word Blue had used? Ah, right. "...some, uh, kinks! I'm sure those can be worked right out."

"What does it matter?" Donnie huffed. "You already have a remote."

"Yes, but it is not a universal remote!" He patted Purple's knee. "It was a very thoughtful gift, Purple."

"I didn't want it to be thoughtful, I wanted you to love it! So you would use it and..."

Purple ducked his head again, burying away where Splinter couldn't look at him. Splinter leaned in closer, perking up his ears so he could hear the mumbling.

"...So you would use it and think of me."

"Oh, Purple." Splinter reached in and carefully nudged his son until he finally showed his face, eyes red and miserable. It hurt Splinter's heart, and he reached out to cup the boy's face in his hands.

"I don't need a gift to think of you. I know I haven't always shown it, but you boys are always on my mind."

He lowered his hands, then scooped the pieces of the remote off the floor. On inspection, it seemed the back casing for the batteries had simply popped off; Purple had made it quite durable.

He slid the backing back on, then looked back at Purple, who was watching him closely. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to make you think I didn't like the gift. I like it very much."

Purple sniffed, but slowly started to uncurl from his ball. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Splinter smiled warmly. "It's a gift that my precious Purple made just for me, how could I not love it?"

He held out his arms, and Donnie lurched forward into the hug, grabbing on tight even given the awkward position. Splinter gave him a strong squeeze, as best he could with the battleshell in the way; whatever he had to do to make Purple feel better.

Purple pulled back first, giving him a wobbly smile. "I should actually fix the issues before you use that, though. Just as a matter of safety."

"That's fine. I eagerly await its return when you are done." Splinter gestured toward the door. "But not right now! First we have cake to eat!"

"Mmm..." Purple took the remote into his own hands, turning it this way and that. "But I could get so much more done today if I start now..."

Splinter reached out and put his hand over Purple's, stilling them. When Purple looked up, Splinter gave his gravest look.

"Donatello," he said seriously, "I fear if you do not come back with me, your brothers will skin me alive."

Purple snorted, amused, and stood up, setting the remote aside.

"I guess a small slice of cake wouldn't hurt."

#rottmnt #rise splinter #rise donnie #dandy trick or treat #i love splinter but he's learning!#he loves them very much though

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mxheaven · 23 days

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Ramon's Birthday!

A Ramon Focused Fic

(With bits of hideduo/fitpac, of course!)

Ramon doesn't have the custom of celebrating his birthdays, perhaps due to how lonely his first ones were. However, today is different. The bright lights and happy laughter bring him a type of childish joy he didn't allow himself to feel for a long, long time.

(Crossposted on AO3, Wattpad and Twitter. English is not my first language, but i hope you all enjoy!)

Ramon remembers his first birthday. It didn't have anything special, as far as he could remember. His first month alive was much of a blur, to be honest. He slept more than he'd have liked to.

Spreen wasn't there. Ramon, at the time, had hopes he would be.

It was a simple day. Just like most of his birthdays.

Now, an entire year later, he's still unaccustomed to the bright lights, balloons, songs, people… it was a dream come true, yet he feared it could change to a nightmare.

He and his two siblings, Dapper and Leonarda, celebrated their birthday on the same day. Chayanne, their brother, was only a day older than the triplets, but decided not to celebrate as… “glamorously” as them, claiming that he didn't need it.

Leonarda asked her dad to build a very nice place for their one year birthday party, and he did not disappoint at all. It is a beautiful place with beautiful towers that no one has no idea how Foolish built in two days.

As a courtesy of Dapper's dad (to be honest, mainly Dapper), the place was guarded by intricate, dangerous and technological security assets. Dapper made sure that nothing would go wrong today.

The decoration, however, was the part that Ramon was the most proud of. He and his family spent so long decorating everything just like his siblings deserved - just like he deserved.

It was full of balloons and pretty lights (which he expected to have, but never expected Fit to be the one to put all of them), beautiful tables with a place for everyone on the island, entertaining songs that Pac (and his rats) chose… Everything was so thought out and Ramon was so proud of his family for doing all of that so well.

He felt especially proud of this decoration, because Pac made sure he wouldn't forget any of the children that would commemorate their birthday today, meaning that the decoration resembled all of the little ones that had already passed, a little altar for each one of them.

Tilin's altar had a few pictures of her, her red bow, drawings, her signature flowers… Pac took the time to talk with all the parents of the eggs that had already passed so he could respect their memories properly.

Trumpet's altar was rainbow colored, it had his little hat, and a few pictures he managed to find with the federation's help. Unfortunately, Maximus had been gone for so long, Pac couldn't decorate it properly since he had no one to consult with his questions. Every part of this decoration was made with Bagi's help, since she spent the Dia de Los Muertos bonding with the little boy. One of the pictures in the altar was one of Trumpet and Leonarda.

Juannaflippa's altar had been the last one to be decorated, since neither Mariana nor Slimecicle had woken up for weeks. Her altar was green-themed, with plenty of pictures of her and her parents, and a few pictures of her and Tilin.

Bobby's altar was the first to be made. Pac gathered all his courage to consult both Cellbit and Roier, unfortunately not being able to ask Jaiden anything since she disappeared. For some strange reason, Cellbit was the one to answer more questions, whilst Roier kept a distance from the topic.

The boy's altar was blue-themed, there were a few drawings that Richarlyson made, his signature gun (don't ask Pac how he got it), a bunch of pictures of him with his parents, with Richarlyson… all of that.

In all of these, there were messages that people put, hoping that the happiness could reach the four that weren't there anymore.

Ramon got distracted looking at the altars. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss those four. They were always making a bit of a mess, that's for sure, but… he'd be happy if he had the opportunity to share a cake with them again.

Speaking of which, we shall not forget one of the most important parts. The cake- actually, the cakes, made by Chayanne himself, were individually created thinking of who it'd belong to.

Leonarda's cake was purple and somehow even shiny! On the sides, there were some silly faces - made of frosting and fondant - that she requested, just like the multiple hats she's always wearing. The three pieces of chocolate on top of it were painted with food coloring, going from light shades of purple to- yellow? There was one, lonely, yellow piece… Ramon wonders why Leo requested such a specific thing.

Dapper's cake was, of course, black. It still seemed delicious, though, just like Leo's, since it was made by Chayanne. The cake looked amazing because it had some little ghosts - also made of fondant -, some decorations of things that Ramon couldn't quite recognize, everything that exhaled his brother's personality. Chayanne really outdid himself this time.

His cake, well… it wasn't any different. He almost cried seeing it? Well, sure. No one needs to know that though.

Ramon's cake was mainly white, but Chayanne managed to make amazing representations of Ramon's interests, such as the multiple create machines (machines that he info dumped about multiple times to Chayanne), his mustache on one of the sides, the meathead, his glasses…. And a little yellow Pac-Man.

Ramon looked at his parents. Pac and Fit were talking to each other on a corner, probably having some silly conversation, as they always do. Ramon smiled. He was so lost in thought, thinking about how proud he was of his family, that he didn't realize someone was approaching.

— Hey, Ramon! Happy Birthday, king. — Ramon got scared when he heard Tubbo talk, not expecting anyone to come talk to him so early.

What he didn't expect though, was Sunny appearing out of thin air and hugging him tightly. He wanted to answer Tubbo, but couldn't as Sunny restrained his hands while hugging him and basically shaking him. Eventually she let go, leaving Ramon dizzy.

— Happy birthday, my mustache boy!!!!!!!! — She spoke while she signed.

— “Thank you, Sunny” — He signed back a bit messily, forgetting how strong his sister was.

— Where should we put the gifts? — Tubbo asks, holding three different gift boxes. Ramon couldn't deny how excited he was for Tubbo and Sunny’s gifts, since they had so many create stuff.

Ramon points to a little table that was slowly filling up with gifts.

Tubbo ruffles Ramon's hair before walking up to the table, placing the three boxes there.

Sunny gives him one last, tight hug before running up to her dad again.

Ramon giggles. He's so happy to have them both here.

He was so excited, too. Everyone he knew was going to be there, for the first time! Sure, maybe it's because it's finally the first one year birthday out of all the eggs, after all this time- after everything they went through, they're still alive. They survived.

This thought could rapidly become darker and sadder, were it not for Leonarda and Dapper showing up out of nowhere to bother Ramon and snap him out of these thoughts.

— “Stop thinking about create, Ramon, you're gonna end up overworking the gears of your brain.” — Ramon found himself looking at the hands of his brother, Dapper. Dapper was wearing, obviously, his signature top hat and little black and blue suit, and alongside him was Leonarda, wearing a dark purple dress and red sneakers, with her red cap backwards, as always. On her cap, though, was a little crown sticker.

— “Así es, tus neuronas se freirán si te quedas ahí. Vamos a hacer algo divertido, ¡es nuestro cumpleaños!” — Leonarda signed. Dapper and Ramon didn't mind speaking in English with each other, but Leo keeps Spanish as her main language when talking to anyone, using the translation tool to speak with people who couldn't understand. Speaking of said tool, the translation apparatus translates her sentence to the following: “That's right, your neurons will fry if you stay there in the corner. Let’s do something fun, it’s our birthday!”

None of the three needed translations, since all of the triplets spoke English, but it helped – the surprisingly silent – foolish to understand their conversation better from a distance.

— “I will! I'm just… waiting for everyone to arrive before I go.” Ramon explained, and Dapper crossed his arms.

— “Casi todos ya están aquí, wey. Sólo faltan tio Cellbit, Roier y Richas, ellos se perdieron en el camino.” Leonarda answers her brother, who fidgets with his hand, anxiously. The translation device, although a bit late, reproduces Leonarda's phrase in English, “Almost everyone is already here, dude. Only uncle Cellbit, Roier and Richas are missing, they got lost.”

— “Okay… if you guys say. What should we do then?”

Dapper and Leo looked at eachother, then shrugged.

— “I don't know. What do you want to do?”

Ramon seemed just as uncertain as his siblings. The three of them had the same thinking face, showing how connected they were on this, all triplets being confused.

— “We could…. I don't know… maybe-” — Ramon feels a shiver when someone touches both his shoulders, whispering “boo.”

Ramon screams due to the suddenness of it, and can quickly hear the loud laugh of Richarlyson, followed by Leo and Dapper.

— Opa, Ramon, feliz aniversário. — Richarlyson was one of the few children that talked while signing, most of them resorting to sign language basically most of the time. He liked being heard, that was for sure. — Scared ya?

Ramon felt his heart beat extremely, unusually fast. If anything, Richarlyson almost gave him a heart attack. He's also extremely embarrassed for screaming, as he called attention from everyone at the party.

— “Hi, Richas. Obrigado…” — He signs, pulling up his bandanna ever so slightly to hide his embarrassment.

Richarlyson seems way less noisy with the other two, waving and saying;

— Feliz Cumpleaños, Leo. Happy Birthday, Dapper. — Richarlyson congratulates them on the languages the two speak the most, and both smile, Leo more so than Dapper.

Behind Richarlyson were three figures;

Tiny Pepito waved to the three, wearing his little striped shirt with his big glasses and little red shoes. He was so cute and small.

Roier had a grin, looking at Leonarda. He was the first to speak.

— Eh, Leo. Ya estás muy vieja, pensé que ibas a morir antes. — Roier teases, and Ramon can see Foolish squinting his eyes on the corner to read the translations that said: “You're already so old, I thought you were going to die sooner.”

Leo hits Roier, who both laugh. They both take the death thing as a joke, clearly, so no one minds.

Behind Roier, was a slightly off putting figure to Ramon. Cellbit.

He hasn't talked to him in a while, after knowing what he did to Pac is…. It's a little bit scary. Ramon waves, and Cellbit's serious face softens into a smile.

He crouches down to Ramon's height, like he did that one time they were together at the boat race.

— Feliz Cumpleaños, Ramon. — He says, and Ramon can't help but smile. He doesn't understand how the man that hurt his father so much was so sweet to him and the other children. It just didn't seem like the same person.

— “Thanks, tio Cellbit.” — He signs, and Cellbit smiles.

— You still have to choose your paranormal room, you know. When we find a way back to the old spawn, we'll find some time for you to choose. — Ramon is very clearly happy with the suggestion. He and Dapper helped Cellbit decorate the ritual room, but he never had found the time to choose one of the paranormal elements that Cellbit talked about.

— “I promise I'll find some time!” — Cellbit smiles when Ramon agrees, getting up and walking over to Leo and Dapper, probably to congratulate them too.

Little Pepito walks over to Ramon after talking with Leo, handing Ramon a little paper and a painted rock.

— Feliz cumple, Ramon! — Pepito says, he apparently tries to mimic Richarlyson by talking while simultaneously using sign language, but he, just like the many others eggs, seems to have a little bit of problems while talking. Nothing unintelligible, though. For his age, he speaks very well. Ramon remembers he barely talked when he was Pepito's age.

Oh, god. He's feeling old.

— “Muchas gracias, Pepito.” — Ramon thanks the little boy, who quickly got distracted by a butterfly and almost walked away, being grabbed by Richarlyson so he wouldn't get lost.

Ramon smiles seeing everyone, looking as his siblings get distracted with Cellbit's and Roier's presence. He takes the opportunity to leave discreetly, trying not to call much attention. He just wanted to be on his own for a little bit, deep in thought and quietly appreciating his happiness.

While trying to leave without being spotted, he bumps into something, almost falling before feeling like being caught.

— Oi, Ramon! — He hears Pac's voice, and smiles widely, hugging him without any hesitation. — Are you enjoying your birthday?

Ramon lets go slightly of the hug, shaking his head in agreement. When he's with Pac, he barely talks or signs, only communicating through movements and actions, because his Pai understands him so well they don't need words.

— That's so nice, I'm so happy to be here with you. — Ramon giggles, he gets so sillier when he's around Pac, it almost doesn't feel like himself. — Want to see something? Don't tell anyone, though.

Ramon gets a little bit confused, and agrees with a nod.

Pac, still holding the boy in his arms, discreetly walks over to the table with the cake. He looks everywhere around him, sometimes smiling and greeting somebody who came around, making small talk, seeming... suspiciously unsuspicious to Ramon. (Ramon is also slightly embarrassed to be seen this way, being held by Pac, but it doesn't matter right now.) Ramon then sees Pac reach for the table while still holding him, whispering a “Passa tudo”.

Pac, then, walks away from the table and goes to a corner with Ramon.

— It's our secret! — Ramon, confused with Pac's words, finally notices his dad holding a little plastic plate with sweets, mainly brigadeiros. Ramon's eyes shine, he really wanted one but apparently they had to wait for some reason.

Ramon quickly signs — “Obrigado, Pai!!” — before grabbing one brigadeiro and eating almost the entire thing in a bite.

Pac laughs, giving Ramon a kiss on the forehead, clearly happy to be with his neném.

— What are you two up to? — Ramon almost chokes on the brigadeiro when he hears his father's deep voice.

Pac turns to see his boyfriend, smiling happily.

— It's a secret. A secret-y secret! Is that even a word? — Pac giggles when saying that, and Ramon shoves one other brigadeiro on his mouth.

— Hm, is it? — Fit asks, chuckling. He approaches Pac and Ramon, placing his hand on Pac's waist, to bring him closer. — Can't you guys let me in on this secret?

Ramon looks at Pac, who makes a thinking face.

— Maybe… — Pac says, smiling. Ramon pinches him lightly, just to send him a sign, it didn't hurt or anything. — Do you think we should tell him, Ramon?

Ramon nods, and Pac smiles, looking back to Fit.

— We may or may not have taken a few sweets from the table… — Fit raises an eyebrow as Pac begins talking, being unable to contain a chuckle. — But no one noticed! You know, what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't feel- or however it goes in English.

— Fair. — Fit answered with a chuckle. — Are there still some for me, or did you guys forget?

Ramon immediately grabbed the last brigadeiro on the little plastic plate, handing it to his father.

— “Pai and I would never forget about you!” — Ramon signed, and Fit smiled, a genuinely happy smile.

— That's true! — Pac confirms, quickly nodding to show Fit how Ramon was right.

— Aw, you guys are too good to me. — He says, caressing Ramon's hair and taking a bite of the brigadeiro. — Leo and Dapper asked me to call you two, they want to open the gifts with Ramon already.

Ramon didn't like opening gifts in public, he was the more reserved one out of the triplets when it came to that. Fit, however, already seemed to notice how Ramon got hesitant, and said;

— It's alright, Ramon. You don't have to open your gifts now, they just want your company. You can send letters thanking the gifts later. — Ramon smiles and sighs, happy that his dad understood.

— We have to go, then! — Pac excitedly said. — Everyone has to sing happy birthday to you, to Leo and to Dapper!

Pac has clearly always been very excited for birthdays. Back to Fit's birthday, he taught Ramon about the Brazilian tradition of the first piece of cake, and was so excited to go to the party, although he unfortunately couldn't in that specific day due to having passed out (spending the entire night farming for a trident may not have been the most healthy idea).

In any case, he was always so happy with birthday celebrations, and this was definitely showing now, as he carried the boy over to the table where his siblings waited, looking at the beautiful cakes Chayanne made.

Fit followed his family a little behind, smiling as he looked at Pac and Ramon having so much fun together. He felt complete with these two in his life.

Ramon tapped Pac's shoulder, wanting to be put down. Pac didn't take long to realize what the boy wanted, putting him on the floor.

— I'm going to call everyone, go stay with your siblings a little bit. — Ramon nodded as his Pai said that, seeing him walk away towards Fit. Ramon looked back at the cake table, seeing Dapper and Leonarda discussing something.

— “No, I'm pretty sure you give the first piece of cake before people start singing happy birthday, no?” — Dapper explains, and Leonarda shook her head, clearly disagreeing.

— “¡Pero no tiene ningún sentido!”

(But it doesn't make any sense!) — Leo argued.

— “How does it not?” — Dapper confusedly asks. As Ramon reaches his sight, both of the children turn towards him.

— “¿Cómo es la tradición del Pastel, Ramon?”

(How is the cake tradition, Ramon?) — Leonarda asked, assuming her brother would have a better understanding of said tradition considering he has a Brazilian father.

Ramon seemed slightly confused. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to put it all into words. He thought for a bit, before signing back to his siblings.

— “Uh.. I'm not sure. But Pai said you sing happy birthday, then if you want you do a little speech on why you're giving the first piece of cake to this someone, and then you… just give it to them? I guess.”

Leo and Dapper exchanged looks.

— “Can it be only one person?” — Dapper asked, and Ramon nodded. — “Oh… that's difficult… Can we make an agreement that we can't give it to each other, then?”

Leo shrugged, and Ramon seemed to agree. He wouldn't be able to choose between Dapper and someone else if he needed to…

— Alright! — The three heard Pac's voice a little far away. Everyone was already gathered around the table. — Everyone sing happy birthday in your native language!!

— That'll sound a little bit like a mess. — Somebody in the back said. It was probably Tubbo.

— Mmm Yeah, probably, but it'll be nice. — Pac assured. Ramon giggled at his dad's answer.

And with Pac counting down from three, the guests began singing. You could hear any of the languages present on the island there, really. Some singing parabéns pra você, other joyeux anniversaire, even the mostly-asleep spanish speakers were there, singing. In the back, you could hear one voice in German, and a few in korean.

As Tubbo mentioned, it was a little bit of a mess. It sounded nice, but you could barely pick out who was singing what. They were having fun, at least, but that's what mattered.

Leo is proudly standing in front of her cake, smiling widely. Dapper, although looking more collected, is smiling at his father. Ramon is standing there a little bit awkwardly, but he looks proud of himself nonetheless.

Chayanne was in the middle of everyone singing, as he didn't like this type of celebration to himself, but people were clearly singing it to him too.

The singing stopped, although everyone cheered. The triplets blew the candles, Ramon having to lower his bandanna to do so.

Somebody in the back yelled something in portuguese. Ramon assumed they were talking about the cake thing.

He poked Leo, as she wanted to start.

— “Ehem. Buenos dias.” — Leonarda talked while simultaneously signing with her hands. She didn't have trouble talking, she just didn't like it much.

— “Ramon y Dapper están avergonzados, así que empezaré.”

(Ramon and Dapper are shy, so I'll start.)

Leonarda began, and Foolish cheered her on the back, saying something along the lines of “Vamos!!! Mi niña!!!”

— “Como es mi cumpleaños, digo que los fundadores de Fobo cuentan como una sola persona. Todos ellos son muy especiales porque están construyendo mis riquezas. El primer pedazo de pastel es para ellos.”

(Since it's my birthday, I say that the founders of Fobo count as one person. They are all very special because they are building my wealth. The first piece of cake is for them.)

People seemed slightly confused, although Tubbo and Foolish cheered.

— Can she do that? — Somebody asked.

— Meh, who cares, it's her birthday. — Pac was the one to answer.

Leonarda cut one big piece of cake into three, and Tubbo and Foolish walked up there to grab the cake.

— “To Sunny too.” — Leonarda signed, and Sunny walked over, unable to contain her smile.

— I'm not building anyone's wealth, though. It's my own wealth! — Sunny said. She is one of the few eggs that talk more than sign.

Leo rolled her eyes.

Everyone clapped as Dapper's turn began. Silent took over for about three seconds before he simply said, nonchalantly;

— “Pomme.”

Although people were confused by the lack of speech, it didn't take long for people to cheer as Pomme walked up to the table, grabbing her piece of cake, clearly extremely moved by her brother's choice.

Ramon was getting anxious. He's not usually anxious but… he didn't want to, for lack of a better word, fuck this up. It was an important tradition to his pai, right? He can't fuck it up. Not right now.

He took a deep breath. Everyone was looking at him. That didn't usually happen. He's not often in the spotlight.

He cut a piece of cake.

He took another deep breath, and made an effort to say:

— I… Uh, since this is a very important Brazilian tradition… — He tried signing while talking, but talking more loudly took a lot out of him and it honestly made him sign a bit slower, to match his voice. — the first piece of cake goes to my pai Pac.

With the cheering that came with that, everybody could hear Pac, almost crying, extremely happy, running towards Ramon. Instead of immediately grabbing the plate with the cake that Ramon was going to grab, Pac jumped over the table to hug Ramon.

— Eu também te amo muito, meu nenê!!! — The Brazilian exclaimed, tearing up. Ramon tried to get out of his pai's arms, almost suffocating, but giving up as he decided to simply hug back.

The songs that were playing before this began again, everyone walking over to the table to grab sweets and cake. Ramon, however, didn't let go of his dad for a while, both extremely happy.

Fit is looking at his boyfriend and his son from a slight distance, smiling more than he ever did. Fit already knew Ramon was giving the cake to Pac, since the boy and him had already been talking about it for weeks.

He takes a happy, relieved breath. He can live like this for the rest of his life.

He hears something, a metallic footstep. Fit quickly looks back, seeing Richarlyson stand beside him, arms crossed.

— I haven't seen my dad happy like this in a while, tio. — Fit looks curiously to the boy, who seems to have some stuff to say. Richarlyson, however, keeps quiet for a while. — You know… he had been very sad these past months.

— I… yeah, I could notice. — Fit answered, waiting for the boy to elaborate further.

— You and Ramon made him happy. — He chuckles, tilting his head slightly to the side. — Thanks for that.

Fit smiled gently.

— You took part in that, you know? — Richarlyson looked at Fit, now curious to what he had to say. — You make your dad and… and well, everyone around you really happy.

Richarlyson laughs a little, seeming embarrassed. Fit has come to notice how shy this boy actually is, even though he's so loud, outgoing and interactive with everyone.

— If you say so. I'd just like to thank you and Ramon for that, I like seeing my dad happy. — Fit places his hand on Richas’ hair, who fidgets with his hands, a bit embarrassed, but happy.

— Thank you to you too. Now go enjoy the party, Pepito's been yelling for you for a while now. — Richarlyson looks around, confused. He seemed to be really distracted, considering how he didn't hear his brother yelling for him.

— Obrigado, Tio! Falou! — The translator didn't quite catch what Richas said, but Fit assumed it was a goodbye. He waved to the boy, seeing him grab Pepito, who had begun crying due to not having found Richarlyson.

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It was around 11pm when the party ended. At least for Pac, Fit and Ramon, since they were always the ones to leave early. Pac is carrying a sleeping Ramon in his arms, the poor boy having slept on a chair due to getting tired quickly. He has his head against Pac's shoulder, and snores softly as he sleeps.

— I can carry him, Pac, it's okay. — Fit said as they walked. He couldn't help but stare at Pac, the moonlit night making the yellow on Pac's eyes shine, absorbing every single drop of Fit's attention.

— Oh, it’s okay. I really want to carry him, I don't know if i'll be able to see him again tomorrow. — Pac answered, adjusting his arms so Ramon could stay comfortable.

They spent a few seconds in a comfortable silence, and suddenly, both spoke at the same time.

— Thanks-

— Obrigado-

They went silent again, looking at each other, before they eventually broke into soft laughter.

— You can speak, please. — Fit said, his tone oh-so loving.

— It's just… — Pac began, before he eventually decided to switch languages, wanting to say it in the best way possible. — Obrigado. Obrigado por estar comigo, e por-... por poder me dar essa vida com você e com o Ramon.

They stopped in front of Fit's house. Fit smiled so clearly reading what appeared on the translation device.

“Thank you. Thank you for being with me, and for- for giving me this life with you and Ramon.”

Fit smiled. Such a genuine, loving smile. He couldn't have asked for anything better. Even after all the pain, even after everything he went through, he wouldn't change a thing. He would suffer it all again for these two.

Fit took a step closer, touching Pac's cheek.

— I love you, Pac.

Pac smiled, and Fit could see his expression soften into what seemed like overwhelming, genuine happiness.

— Eu te amo também.

Fit leaned closer to Pac's face, the hand on Pac's cheek moving to the back of his head, lightly pulling him closer. Pac closed his eyes, just wanting to feel Fit's presence for a few seconds. Fit did the same.

They didn't kiss. It still didn't feel like the time. But to both of them, what happened today was enough.

They spent at least twenty seconds just appreciating each other's presence, their foreheads touching. Some could say they'd spend more time there, had Ramon not shifted ever so slightly on Pac's arms, reminding them that they had to go. They separated, seeming to smile more than they did before, if that was even possible.

— See you Monday? — Fit asks, and Pac tries to nod, although stops mid way.

— If the rats manage to wake me up, yes. I can't promise, though… — Pac answered honestly, seeming a bit embarrassed. Fit chuckled.

— Fair. Hope they will, though. I already miss you, even if you're still here.

Pac chuckled, seeming even more embarrassed than before. He slowly and carefully hands Ramon to Fit, trying to not wake up his son.

— Oh, I almost forgot! — Pac reached for his pocket when saying that, and Fit, now with Ramon in his arms, seemed confused. Pac takes out from his pocket a blue bandanna with a yellow Pac-Man on it. — Give it to Ramon for me. I didn't have the time to give him this.

Fit felt more in love with this man with every second that passed.

— Sure will do. Boa noite, Pac.

— Boa noite, Fit.

That night, Ramon slept hugging a different bandanna, for a different reason.

#fitpac #hideduo #qsmp ramon #birthday #dapper qsmp #qsmp leonarda #qsmp chayanne #qsmp fanfiction #romance #fluff

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From Thief To House Husband Part 1

Sometimes, life just deals you a shit hand. My parents both died when I was young, and I had been on my own since then.

I survived by being a petty thief. I’ve been caught a few times, but it’s all that I can do. I know the Holidays are times where stores step up their security, but I needed to steal some things to sell just so that I could make this month’s rent. I chose a high end mall where boring rich people shopped, knowing their security would be a bit more relaxed due to the usual clientele. I found a decent department store that sold a ton of knickknacks and chose the gems.

Everything was going well, until Mr. Suburbia found me…

He seemed to be some boring house husband shopping for his kids. He kept cracking jokes to the staff that seemingly knew him well and caught me stuffing my bag. He pointed it out to a security guard who quickly stopped stuffing his face with homemade candy and started to approach me. This would be my last strike, and they’d charge me for a felony!

I quickly dug through my bag and found a familiar black case. Inside of it were five vials filled with a dark blue liquid. One day, a guy traded me these for some stolen goods. Said that he was working for some shady company as a lowly janitor. Allegedly these would allow you to push your consciousness out of your body and into someone else’s, taking control of them. I tried pawning them off immediately and failed, so I kept them around for emergencies. In a panic I took a vial and tossed the case aside so they couldn’t take it with me. I locked eyes with the stupid dad who ratted me out, deciding that becoming my body would be a fitting punishment for making me abandon this one. I popped the lid open and drank it in a hurry before I collapsed…

…then woke up seconds later, watching security swarm around my old, now empty body. I looked down and saw the tacky penguin button-up and knew that it worked. They knew this guy well though, which meant that I had to get out of here before they noticed I wasn’t acting like him. I scurried over to where the case dropped, sliding it in my pocket and quickly rushing out the store, leaving his cart behind.

When I was in the parking lot I pulled out his wallet, finding a picture of him alongside his wife and college aged kids. “Rick Smith…what a boring name for a boring man. But it’s mine now I guess.” I sighed and pulled his phone out, using Face ID to unlock it. I checked his planner and sure enough, it was filled out with his agenda for the day. In fact, it has the entire family’s!

His wife was out of the country for business, and his sons away with friends for the day. He was getting his shopping done apparently, but I didn’t really care since I didn’t feel the love for these people he did. After finding a pic of his car I searched for it and got in, driving to the address on his phone.

I gasped in shock at the mansion I drove up to. Just yesterday I was trying to get my landlord to fix the lock on my shitty door, and now I had a house that looked like it could be worth billions!

I parked the car and rushed inside, heading to his bathroom first and stripping down to take a look at my new body. “Kind of basic, but there’s a certain fatherly charm you’ve got going…” I said and grinned as I looked at myself.

I was about to get to know my new body when the doorbell rang. I sighed and rolled my eyes, not bothering to get the rest of his clothes on and walking down to the door to open it.

I was greeted by a good-looking young man around the age of my body’s youngest son.

“Hey Mr. Smith, I’m glad you remembered-“ he cut himself off as he saw me standing in my underwear. “Remembered what?” I smirked a bit, looking him up and down. “T-that we were going to discuss Blake’s Christmas gift…are you sure you remembered? You told me you’d put a bunch of fake things in the family planner so he wouldn’t know I was coming…” Well, what a lucky coincidence.

“Of course I remembered, come on in, stud.” I winked at him, earning a quick blush. I sauntered towards the living room, making sure he got a good look at my body’s likely virgin ass. He followed slowly, trying to collect himself. “So as I was saying earl-“ I cut him off, “You know what I think, cutie? I think my son just wants to see his Dad happy. He’s that good of a son to me. And do you know what would make me happy?” I asked, spreading my legs open. He gawked, tugging at his collar. “N-no, sir…I’m not sure…” he said bashfully. “A good pounding.” I said simply, but confidently.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“A good, honest-to-god pounding. Like I used to get in college back before I got tied up to the missus.”

“O-oh…”

“So come here, and give my son his gift by making his Dad happy.”

The boy slowly came over, placing a hesitant hand on my thigh. I just chuckled and pulled him in, kissing him passionately and hungrily. Within seconds he dropped the shy act, stripping all of his clothes off and pulling my underwear off. He got on his knees, placing my legs on his shoulder and dragging my hips towards the edge of the couch. “I’ve wanted this for so long sir! I just thought you would never want this, you seem so happy with Misses Smith!” I grinned from ear to ear, petting his hair. “Well, I put on a good act. Speaking of good, you better get to it. If you can eat my ass well enough I’ll let you skip the prep and start pounding right away!”

That was all he needed to hear. He leaned in and slid his tongue into my hole, starting to swirl and move it ravenously. He ate me like he was starving and needed this to survive. My new voice’s moans filled the room as I titled my head back, enjoying the sensations of my sorely neglected hole feeling a pleasurable touch for the first time. My cock stood rock hard at 11 inches, surprising me. “Good for you, old man…” I muttered under my breath, the boy too enveloped in fulfilling his fantasy to notice.

Soon I had gotten all I needed, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up, making him lay over me. “Now give it to me, boy. No holding back!” He smiled from ear to ear, a dopey look in his eyes. “Yes sir! With pleasure!” I saw his cock fully hard now, standing at a girthy 10 inches. What was in the water here? He shoved himself in eagerly, earning a loud moan from me as he leaned down, starting to kiss over my neck and slide his hands all over my body.

As I enjoyed the pounding all I could think about was the fact that this son of a bitch would absolutely hate this if he could see what was happening. His body getting fucked by one of his son’s good friends, defiling his marriage right in the living room! And most of all, some dirty poor thief holding his life in his hands!

“Harder!” I commanded, enjoying the pounding immensely. The boy was already sweating and panting, practically a dog in heat as he pounded into me, defiling his friendship with my new son. Both of us were sinners, and both of us were getting lost in pleasure. Soon enough he found my prostate and earned a piercing cry of pleasure for me. Like a dog with a bone he continued to pound into it, determined to impress me with his performance.

We lasted for a half hour this way until I finally came without ever touching my new cock, all over my chest and even getting a few splashes on my face. He didn’t last much longer after that and tried to pull out, but I quickly moved my legs to his waist and forced him to stay inside, moaning in another wave of ecstasy as I felt him shoot a load into me. Once he was done cumming I released him and pushed him out of me, chuckling and panting. “Mm…good job boy, you’ve made his dad very happy. Now…don’t tell a soul about this, and get the fuck out of my house. Send me an Amazon link to whatever he wants and I’ll get it, money is not an object.” I smirked as I laid there, inside of Rick Smith, a loving house husband now painted in and dripping cum from a man half his age in the house he raised his children in.

The boy was shocked by the new side of his best friend’s father, but obliged and quickly got dressed, fumbling his way to the door. “W-will do sir! Thank you, I hope we can do that again!“ he said before rushing off, leaving me to lay in ecstasy.

“Ohhh…thank you for reporting me, Rick. I never knew using those vials could bring so much pleasure. I wonder what I’ll get into next with your body. Or should I say who…”

#male possession #younger to older #revenge #male body possession

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usedtobeguest123 · 7 months

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Encantober Day 1 - Sunset

Bruno stepped his bare feet down onto the wood of his bedroom floor. He stood from his bed and padded to the center of the room. The air was thick with salt and brine, filling his nose with the sharp, wet scent. He could taste the saltiness on his tongue. The tide pushed in across the floorboards, the chilling foam washing over his bare feet, thinning as it went until it was just a film across the wood behind him. As the water pulled back, it carried grains of wood with it like sand, and Bruno's heels sank slowly into the floor, leaving him standing just a little deeper than he'd begun. He'd never been to the beach. He'd read about it, but being here was different. The saltiness tasted different than salt tossed into the air, than the rush of dry sand. It all felt thicker, heavier. He used to daydream as a child of visiting the beach, and here he was. How funny that all he had to do this whole time was step out of bed. Ahead of him Mirabel and Antonio splashed and played in the wake, seagulls dipping down to greet them with harsh calls. Deeper in, Luisa and Camilo swam amidst the waves. Antonio was almost as tall as Mirabel. When had he gotten so tall? ... It was a sunset. Or was it a sunrise? Wait--hadn't it just been night, hadn't he just been in bed? As the last of the orange sun slipped below the line of water, a flash of green raced out like a gunshot, pulsing toward him faster than the tide. WOOSH. He squeezed his eyes shut as it pushed past. Everything tasted green, salt and brine.

For @encantober-official Day 1, I took inspiration from a vision-dream that Bruno has in chapter 13 of my fic La Traes. His reimagined bedroom is from my other fic Bruno from Before; you can find its description below the cut!

There were no more treacherous stairs to trek up, nor ghastly images of a haunted prophet to pass to get to Tío Bruno's cave. Now it was just the ornate round door settled deep into the back wall of his room, shadowed slightly by an hourglass shaped entryway that no longer poured out sand. His main room was cozy and warm now, despite the impossibly high ceiling of the tower that rose above it. Natural light filtered in from the round window at the top of the tower like a cathedral, illuminating minute particles of dust and sand that floated lazily through the air. The left side of his room held a small bed tucked against the wall, a desk littered with papers and pencils, and a dresser situated next to the main door. The entire right side of the room was a sitting area, red and green cushioned chairs angled at each other just enough to encourage conversation but not enough to force it, a low table sitting between them. The backs of the chairs were to the center of the room, the chairs positioned to face a wall of bookshelves loaded with not only books but also doo-dads and collected odds and ends that Tío treasured for some reason or another. Two or three of the plants gifted by Isabela climbed precariously from their potted places on the shelves. One entire shelf seemed to be some sort of rat maze. Framed pictures of each and every Madrigal, some current and some yellowed with age, spread across all the walls like butterflies drifting in clustered groupings. And there, straight across from the main doorway, stood the hourglass cutout and the large round door through that, looking for all the world like nothing more than a particularly interesting closet and not a room where the future sifted into the present.

--Bruno from Before

#Encantober #Sunset #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Encanto fanart #encanto fanfic #This took me all of september lol #we'll see what else I can get to #but man am I proud of it!#Woot woot!#mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #Bruno from Before #La Traes #my art #my writing #flashing lights

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dlrconlicense · 5 months

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MY CULTURAL FIRSTS

Louise Brealey: My first kiss with Sherlock’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The actor and writer on taking acid at her first gig, meeting Michael Caine – and the moment she knew the BBC detective drama was going to be huge

Louise Brealey

LEO STAAR

Jake Helm

Sunday November 12 2023, 12.13am GMT, The Sunday Times

First concert I went to

I would like to say an unknown band called Blur in a tiny tent at Reading in 1994, but I accidentally took my first and very much last acid tab off an apprentice plumber called Tony from Swansea and watched the The on the big stage instead. It was all fine until the music started to creep up from the grass right up my legs and I was surrounded by terrifying gargoyles.

First pop-inspired fashion trends I adopted

I’m afraid I was a relentlessly unfashionable child. I was a square and listened to 10cc I’m Not in Love and The Eagles’ Desperado on repeat. I did love Robert Smith [from the Cure] but I didn’t wear enormous jumpers until my twenties.

First time I realised the BBC drama Sherlock was going to be a huge hit

The read-through was electric, which is not normal. Usually, it’s nerve-jangling because everyone is terrified they’re going to be sacked. A few weeks later I was watching the scene where Benedict first stuck his head round the lab door and said to Martin Freeman: “The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.” And I thought, yes it is. But really, I realised it was going to be huge when I was on early Twitter and the show went off. When Sherlock kissed [my character] Molly I got 60,000 followers in an hour.

Louise Brealey as Molly Hooper, right, and the cast of Sherlock

TODD ANTONY/BBC

First TV show I enjoyed

Like everyone at school I was obsessed by Jim’ll Fix It. I put two letters into one envelope to double my chances. One was to ask to meet John Travolta because I’d seen him star in The Boy in the Plastic Bubble, a film in which he plays this kid that can’t step outside a little plastic tent or he’ll die. The other was asking to meet the pop star Paul Young — I figured I had a better chance with him because he was from Luton. At least I didn’t do what my brother did and write to Jimmy Savile to ask to meet Rolf Harris.

First film I saw at the cinema

The first film I saw on my own at the pictures was Stand by Me at The Point in Milton Keynes. I had seen River Phoenix in the video for Ben E King’s single on Top of the Pops and was utterly love-struck. That was it. River was the only one for me. I still think River was the great acting talent of his generation.

First time I cried at the cinema

Watership Down. That was actually the first film I saw at the cinema. At the Palace in Wellingborough, when I was five or six. It was the first time I had any clue that creatures die. I was very affected by it — I called my next rabbit Bright Eyes.

First actor I admired

Joan Greenwood in Kind Hearts and Coronets. She was the single most beautiful woman I’d ever seen — and I was fascinated by her voice. I also loved Richard Burton’s voice, mainly because he narrated The War of the Worlds, my dad’s favourite album. I wanted to marry Richard Burton so I could listen to him all day long.

First thing I did to embody my new character Deb in Such Brave Girls

I started with her voice. I wanted to use the Northamptonshire accent. It’s the land of my birth and how my whole family talks except for me because I was a scholarship kid at a posh school, and I’ve never worked in it before. And then the clothes — Deb is obsessed with being feminine, so with her costumes it’s often about the cleavage. I think of her as a wily street rat in dangly earrings.

First famous person I met

I didn’t meet anyone famous until my first proper job, which was as a film journalist. The most exciting thing to happen was to go to a film set and sit in Michael Caine’s trailer. He asked: “Would you like to marry me?” I blushed and started stammering at him. And then he politely pushed a little dish of Murray Mints in my direction and I realised that he’d actually said: “Would you like a Murray Mint?”

#Louise Brealey #Such Brave Girls #BBC3 #A24 #Sherlock

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I just rewatch Merlin season 1 of Merlin.

Here are some thoughts and notes, for anyone and writers.

• Merlin was reckless with his magic and his actions. He never sits to think how stuff is going to affect everything in the future.

He made the document for Lancelot without stopping to think that if only one person from that house visit, sent a letter of was in the city his plan would be doom, and Lancelot will pay for it. Same with Gwen's dad a LEAVING A GLOWING BAG IN HER HOME. It's ok if you want to cure him, but take away the evidence!!!

• Arthur did trust Merlin, he just wanted enough evidence to bring stuff to his father (because he wouldn't listen)

• Uther was a bad king, he killed everyone that was related to magic, but at the same time he didn't. He cared more about being King (power), rather than being a good ruler.

Also, maybe Uther was a normal king, and It seems bad just because If a politician tries to be like that it would be seen as a terrible person and would damage his public image today. Kings can be bothered by that, but it's not like people can do much if they don't like Uther.

He killed the person that offered inn to a sorcerer (that didn't even know, it was a service they provided to anyone), but not the daughter of the men that was saw doing sorcery (Gwen's dad and the alchemist).... They live in the same home. Also, if you say something that he didn't like he wouldn't listen to it, he prefers to throw everyone in the dungeon rather that acknowledge that everyone else has a valid opinion) That's why Arthur did hide stuff from him. Also, It took one incident so Uther completely trusts a new medic with everything. It was so weird because even if someone is a better healer than Gaius, the old man has a lot of knowledge about the kingdom that you can't replace. wtf is wrong with Uther.

• Arthur defended magic multiple times, saying that they deserve a fair investigation/court process. Even if he thought Magic was evil, he was rational about it. He just knew what he was told, but was open when magic proved to be good

He was grateful with Will, with the orb in the cave. He was open to proceed with the test in the unicorn fiasco.

• Merlin didn't care about murder when it was the enemy, he killed multiple people in season 1 without remorse. He killed bandits like flys.

• Since the first "lucky tree" that helped Arthur in battle, he never saw that as something weird.... He always thought it was luck. My price, you're so blind and oblivious.

• Merlin was able to move stuff without words, just his intentions. I would like to believe that using spells to do the same things would need to be more efficient.

Like, less draining, or more effective, or more controlled, or more specific. It has to be a reason why he uses spells for something that he did without much effort. The only thing that I can think of as an example is when Merlin moved his boots when he was hiding in Morgana's room, he didn't drag those, he made them quietly walk towards him.

• Arthur did tell Merlin that he saw him as a friend.

• Arthur and Merlin ate rat meat, and It seems that Morgana and Gwen did too. Do with that info what your creativity wants to do.

• Uther was supposed to die on season 1. It seems that Arthur was supposed to be king not long enough after Merlin arrived at Camelot. Merlin saved his ass so many times, even when Kilgharrah told him multiple times to let it be.

• Merlin knows a spell to bring to life statues and pictures. I'm still on season 1 but I don't remember him using that spell even again....

• Morgana was just as sick as Arthur about the bullshit of Uther. Arthus train though was "I need to be better than him", and Morgana was "We need to hurry his last breath". Arthur has hope, Morgans has desperation.

• In season 1 It looked like everyone was kind of flirting with the opposite gender. Merlin was looking with idiotic eyes for every woman, everyone was pairing Morgana and Arthur to the point of jealousy. It's weird, I need to reach the point where Arthur has eyes only for Gwen and Merlin always remembers Freya.

• ALMOS EVERY CHAPTER HAS SOME SORCERER/MAGIC TRYING TO HURT UTHER/ARTHUR/MORGANA, it's not weird that Arthur bought Uther ideas, even just a little. I'm surprised he's that cool about certain situations in season 1.

I have more thoughts but it's 2 am and I'm tired.

Sorry for any errors, it's late, I'm tired, and English is my second language.

#merlin #merlin bbc #arthur merlin

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After what you just posted, I couldn't even form words for five minutes. That reaction image was the exact face I was making, lol. I'm not even mad because I am way too baffled by this reveal. Bro, I love this au an uncontrollable amount.

I kind of caught on a bit ago, but I didn't know that Draxum like truly truly cared about the turtles in this au. I knew he loved Spot, but I didn't know where he truly stood with the others...I'm not 100% sure he's the good guy yet. But I can tell that you've fully embraced Dad Draxum. He definitely would've been a wonderful father in the show. That's one of the main things about Rise that I so desperately wished we got to see more of. In a way, this au is healing a part that part of my soul :']

I guess the turtles really don't remember anything. I don't know if Splinter is actually dead or not because I still think there's more to the story. But I'm pretty confused since we haven't actually seen him yet. But if he is, then that really sucks :'( Leo did mention them already having a father figure, so I hope that's him mentioning Splinter.

Man, the poor babies watched their Dad get killed right in front of them by someone they don't even know. I still have no clue as to why the Rat King is after their family! I don't know why he killed Lou. I don’t know why he took the others. They were literally just playing together, and then out of nowhere, the Rat King just dumped Yoshi's body on the ground. Draxum had to watch it, too. And all he could do was save Spot from that monster.

So I guess you could say Little Brother is a bit like a separation au with a mission. It's kind of like the Life Mission au, ngl. I'm still excited about that project.

Anyway, all the signs were there.

Draxum talking with them. It's a lot more gentle than he did in the show, too. Wanting them to meet Spot and telling them, "There's so much you still don't know." I just assumed he was talking about Spot. Nope, there was so much more meaning behind those words.

Spot drawing a picture of him saving his brothers from the "Rat King" because he quite literally watched them get taken and was defenseless to stop it. Either what happened is actually what happened. He just wants to save his brothers and be with them again. He also believes the Rat King still has him under their clutches. But what about Draxum? He's met them already, and he's met April. What's his side of the story? And if Splinter is still alive, then that opens room for Spot to question, "What? How?". And since his brothers don't remember him and don't remember being taken, then he's gonna think they got brainwashed. Then that's gonna be a whole ordeal that'll start conflicting Spot about everything. That's where I think he's gonna start turning against Drax. Only if Splints is alive. I just don't believe they've been taking care of themselves this whole time. Because then April's relationship with them would be a little more complicated.

And this part? Wow, it makes so much more sense now. His brothers, in fact, do not remember him for a reason. And Spot is, has, in fact, NOT grown. It's just, from the angle you put him at, he looks a lot taller than what he actually is. Because it had literally only been three weeks later from where we're at now. Anyway, I'm assuming that the reason he's chasing April is because Draxum saw them with her and assumed she's the enemy. So, where I think this is going is that this is Spots' first real try at getting his brothers back. And I now know that he most likely hasn't turned against Draxum, lmao 💀

I mean, it's still possible since I have a little inkling that Draxum may be lying about something. Or may have gone in Spots memory or whatever. It's just a hunch, I guess. It's not like I want it to be the truth, though. I would love to be wrong and for him to truly just be a wonderful Dad. And for him to want to save his babies and get revenge on the Rat King as much as Spot does. I'm just trying to piece together what could have happened to Yoshi.

And that nightmare he keeps having? It's just a replay of what happened that night, over and over. My boy is traumatized, and all I wanna do is wrap him up in a weighted blanket and give him his brothers back :'(((((((

Aaaah, Finn. I love this au so muuuuuuuch, it's killing me. And you're cute frickin adorable artstyle that I wanna gobble up isn't helping. Also, the new design for the Rat King is SO COOL. He is AWESOME, so here's a gold star for amazing character design ⭐️⭐️⭐️

GGGRRRRHGGRGRGRAAAAAAAAAGGRGHHHHHH!!!!!!! SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS

#little brother au #sharkfinnasks #rottmnt au

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Silent Grace| ix : "Reunion" p. i

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 2.4k (4.8k total)

Chapter warnings: MAJOR FIGHT AND BLOOD MENTIONS if there is anything else I will come back and put it:(

summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You decided to trust Yoongi and quit your job. You have a nice dinner date but it's rudely interrupted.

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“Your dad is pretty hard on you because of that night?” you asked gently, understanding that this is still a touchy subject. Yoongi hummed.

“Yeah. I could hardly go anywhere and when I could, on the rare occasion, my father had his men follow me everywhere. I didn’t have much of a life after that. I understand why he did it but that and that night took a mental toll on me. It pushed me not to pursue this lifestyle. It’s one of the reasons I took up music. Producing and writing are something I love. I wish I had time to work on it a little more.”

You nodded taking the time to think about the next question you were about to ask, unsure if you should even ask.

“So this why you locked your office? I couldn’t go in there because of this?” you asked. “Not because of a secret business idea?”

Yoongi nodded.

“A lot goes on in that office, more than just files and meetings. Sometimes things happen, I just…” Yoongi starts, “I just rather you not walk in on them.”

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The dimly lit home office of Min Yoongi, once grand and beautiful was cloaked in an eerie silence, with only the soft hum of an antique desk fan pervading the stifling air. The room exuded an aura of power, adorned with expensive blank marble furniture and walls lined with frames displaying Min Yoong's achievements within the ranks of organized crime. In this fortress of darkness, Yoong's two trusted confidants, Seokjin and Namjoon, stood sentinel, awaiting their boss's entrance.

Crisp footsteps reverberated through the room as Min Yoongi, an imposing figure in an impeccably tailored suit, finally emerged from behind the intricately carved door. Yoongi was called while on a date with you.

From time to time, Yoongi likes to visit you when you work the night shift. He’ll sit with you for your lunch and just soak up every ounce of you he could. He always orders everyone not to call him during this time, but it seems this was just too important to ignore, even if he was with you. His piercing gaze swept over Seokjin and Namjoon, who stood at attention, their faces masked in determination.

"I hear someone thought it would be wise to steal from me,"

Yoongi's voice crooned, as he leaned against the edge of his desk, exuding an unsettling charm. His eyes flickered with a dangerous gleam as he regarded his lieutenants. Both Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged glances, each mirroring the other's resolve. They had sworn a blood oath to protect their boss and preserve the integrity of his empire but more importantly, their best friend.

The thief would be made an example of, a testament to the ruthlessness that awaited any who dared challenge the reign of Min Yoongi."Yes, boss," Seokjin replied, honing in on the coldness in his voice, ready to fulfill his duty. "We've gathered information about him and his whereabouts. The insolent rat is currently holed up in a rundown apartment not far from here. It seems his wife and daughter haven’t seen him in weeks."

“Wasn’t he supposed to be on watch at the hospital with Jungkook?” Yoongi asked with a raised eyebrow before looking down at the Sliver picture frame that held his favorite picture of you and him. “Yes, tonight was his night” Seokjin added.

“Hmm, so not only did he steal from me and he also put my Blossom’s life in danger, but he neglected his daughter? Isn’t she three or four?” Yoongi asked pouring him a shot of the brown liquor that sat in his small bar. “ All because of what exactly?”

“It seems he has a gambling addiction. He owes quite a few people money.” Namjoon answered. “Does he at least win?” Yoongi asked Namjoon and Seokjin laughed before shaking their head. Yoongi kissed his teeth and shook his head. “That’s quite sad. I was hoping for a better explanation than that and he would have at least won something for his efforts”

Namjoon, his eyes alight with unwavering loyalty, added, "We have a team stationed outside, ready to move in and apprehend the criminal at any moment just in case he feels a little froggy."

A sinister smile danced across Yoongi's lips as he straightened, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. "Good. Let’s show him the consequences of crossing the one who graciously feeds him."

The trio moved with silent precision, their steps punctuated by anticipation as they made their way toward the car parked discreetly outside Yoongi's lavish mansion. Seokjin took the wheel, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel with unyielding determination, while Namjoon sat in the passenger seat, his mind calculating the steps needed to extract every ounce of information from their victim. As the engine roared to life, dark energy permeated the vehicle, an unspoken alliance forged in the fires of loyalty. No words were necessary between the men; their shared mission spoke clearly through the intensity etched in their features. Their journey was marred by an eerie silence, the quiet anticipation of a confrontation looming large in the confined space. The scent of blood and retribution filled their nostrils, fueling their resolve as they prepared to take matters into their own hands.

Only one thing was troubling Namjoon and he was going to voice it. “Yoongi”

Yoongi turned from the window and met Namjoon’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Why didn’t you do the same to Jungkook? He’s proven himself useful, of course, but the only difference is, that he didn’t steal money.” Namjoon asked. Yoongi nodded. “There is a difference though, my friend.”

The man frowns slightly as he tries to understand. ‘I’m not following”

“Jungkook stole for a cause. He wanted to see his mother smile. This man did not have a cause. He stole for his mishap. He tried to cover his ass. Jungkook didn’t know who I was. Quite frankly, I would have done the same.”

The run-down apartment came into view, a hovel nestled amidst a sea of towering buildings. Its deteriorating walls mirrored the consequences that awaited its inhabitants. Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon emerged from the vehicle, stepping into the shadows with the grace of predators aware of their prey.

The air was thick with tension as they approached the door, their every step calculated and deliberate. In one swift motion, Seokjin kicked the door open, a thunderous crash splintering the silence, effectively obliterating any semblance of security the thief might have had.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering light of a moth-eaten table lamp. The thief, trembling with fear, staggered backward, his eyes wide with terror as he caught a glimpse of Min Yoong, Seokjin, and Namjoon advancing upon him like vengeful spirits.

“As much money you’ve taken from me and this is the best you can do?” Yoongi looked around the “humble” apartment. The stench of mold, old food, and cigarettes poured from the dingy walls. “This is was you have your wife and daughter sleep in? I expected more from a new father”

The trio looked at the man with pure disgust. The man stood there trembling with his hand in front of him. “S-Sir! I wasn’t excepting you-”

“Of course not, they never do” Yoogni started as he walked around the apartment looking at the filth surrounding him. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Yoongi's voice cut through the stillness, icy words taunting the trembling figure before him.The man's voice quaked, "I-I... I didn't mean to steal, boss. It was a mistake. Please, spare me.""How does one ‘not mean’ to steal? I do not understand. What about you guys?” Yoongi asked Namjoon and Seokjin.

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“Neither have I”

A devilish smirk curled at the corner of Yoongi's lips as he advanced, his steely gaze locking with the man's fearful eyes. Seokjin and Namjoon flanked Yoongi, their presence choking the thief's feeble attempts at escape. Yoongi nodded towards the man. The room crackled with an almost tangible electricity, in this den of shadows, the thief's screams would echo through eternity, a cautionary tale whispered in hushed tones among those who dared to cross the line. “Come, let’s take a trip.”

~~~~~~~.

As the three men forcefully dragged the struggling thief through the dimly lit corridors of Yoongi's headquarters, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. Each step echoed off the cold, concrete walls, emphasizing the thief's vulnerability against the backdrop of ruthless power.

Yoongi led the way with a calculating air of authority. The people who worked in his home avoided him as they walked through. His intimidating presence exuded an icy confidence that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned criminals. Kai watched on in fear.

She knew whatever the man did, it was enough to cause Yoongi to act in this way. She didn’t like to see him upset. Namjoon and Seokjin flanked either side of the trembling thief. Namjoon's tall and muscular frame towered over the thief—a stoic figure radiating an air of intelligence. Seokjin, on the other hand, was adorned in an impeccably tailored suit, his handsome features masked behind a mask of unreadable calmness.

The thief's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing to make sense of the dire situation he had found himself in. He had foolishly underestimated the power that Yoongi wielded, thinking he could outsmart the mob boss and make a quick getaway. But now, caught in the clutches of the criminal underworld, he knew there would be no escaping the consequences of his actions.

They finally arrived at Yoongi's office, an imposing room filled with luxurious furnishings that contrasted starkly with the unsavory nature of their surroundings. As the thief was ushered inside, the heavy black door creaked ominously behind him, sealing his fate.

Yoongi settled into the sumptuous leather chair behind his grand black desk, his piercing gaze never leaving the thief. His eyes bore into the man like a predator seeking its next meal, his expression unreadable yet merciless."Sit," Yoongi commanded, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room.

The thief shuffled towards the chair opposite Yoongi's desk, his limbs trembling with a combination of fear and anticipation. Namjoon and Seokjin positioned themselves strategically behind the thief, a silent reminder that there would be no escape from the punishment that awaited him.

With deliberate slowness, Yoongi leaned forward, placing his palms on the desk as he fixated his gaze on the trembling thief. "Why did you steal from me?"The thief's voice wavered as he stammered, "I-I-I made a terrible mistake, Mr. Min."

Yoongi’s face scrunched up. “Don’t ever call me that. I am not my father.” His voice was cold and laced with irritation. “Now answer my question.”

“I-I just needed to pay some people back. That’s all” he stuttered “I wanted to pay off my debt at once.”

“So you decided to pay off a debt with money that did not belong to you?”

The man’s mouth fell open but he couldn’t come up with any reason.

“Please, please sir. Have mercy on me. I will never do this again and I will pay you back everything I took! I beg for your mercy.”

“That’s cute,” Yoongi's lips curled into a predatory smirk, his voice dripping with icy disdain.

"Mercy? In my line of business, mercy is a luxury reserved for the innocent, weak, and foolish. You, my friend, fall into more of the weak and foolish categories. But sadly, I haven’t got mercy for you tonight. You see you were meant to be on patrol at Yn’s workplace with Jungkook until he learned her routine and got the security job but you, from my understanding haven’t been going and left Jungkook to figure things out on his own. Thank God the kid is fucking smart and doesn’t need a fool like you to do his job. That’s your first strike. You’ve interrupted my time with my blossom with your selfish acts. That’s your second strike. And on top of that, you steal from me. I don’t care about what you do to my father but you stole from me and you have the balls to come into my home, smoke my cigars, drink my liquor? That’s your third strike. And to put the icing on the cake for a bonus strike, you left your wife to take care of your child alone without the funds to do so. Do you really think I’d have any mercy for you?"

“You ask God for mercy, not me.”

The thief's heart plummeted, knowing his fate had been sealed. He had crossed a line he should have never dared to cross, and now he had to face the consequences.

~~~~~~~

“I’ve done a lot of things in that office that I’m not so proud of and I wouldn’t want you to see that,” Yoongi said softly. You looked over at the window. “I don’t want you to think of me as I monster.”

You turned back to him and sighed softly. “I can never think of you like that. It’s just all a little overwhelming for me. I don’t think I could be like that.” You admitted.

“You don’t have to. Baby, I’m not asking you to join me. I do not want that. I just need you to at least for now, understand.” Yoongi grabbed your hands and pulled you onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tight. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder as you looked down at him. He lays his head on your chest, holding you as close as he possibly could. You ran your finger through his hair and sighed softly.

Yoongi slept with you close by his side. Although you didn’t leave, Yoongi felt your relationship shift. He loved you with everything he had and hoped it alone was enough.

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bts taehyung #bts mafia au #bts jimin #bts seokjin #female oc #bangtanwhq #micdropnet

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Finals Season

Batfamily Week 2023 day 6: Body Swap | Hugs | “You owe me big time.”

Summary

Steph and Cass switch bodies.

Any other time, this wouldn’t be a big deal. They’d lay low while they figure it out like they always do.

This isn’t any other time, though.

It’s finals season.

Everyone had a thing.

Some cooked. Others composed music or made scientific breakthroughs. Dick swung from chandeliers. Damian drew pets napping in sunbeams. Jason quotes Jane Austen in the mirror. Tim took photos and Duke wrote stories about them. Bruce was Dad.

Cass fought. That was her thing, as decided before she was born. Running along rooftops, swinging through the city, and giving enemies a taste of her batarangs. She stopped bad people from doing their things. It’s fast, it’s nonstop battles where she barely got a breather between the rushes of adrenaline.

Steph had a lot of things—purple, breakfast food, randomly breaking into song. But right now, her big thing was school.

School wasn’t Cass’s thing. David Cain deprived her of anything that would help her remotely succeed in it, and even though the Wayne family helped her recover some of those abilities, she couldn’t compete with the way Steph grinded through college on top of her other responsibilities.

But now, Cass had no choice. It had to be.

(Long story short: magic villain, the usual ordeal. They gave their case to Dick and Jason because of it.)

Steph (in Cass’s body) paced around her apartment panicking on the phone while Cass (in Steph’s body) tried to decipher the hieroglyphic study guide. This test was supposed to be about humans. Why were there pictures of dogs and rats?

“Harper, I’m telling you, there’s nothing left to do but wait,” Steph said from the other room. “The Batcomputer already ran a full analysis—twice. It should wear off in forty-eight hours, which isn’t enough time to make my final.”

Cass turned back to the study guide and squinted.

How was this guy’s name pronounced? Fred? Frude? According to this, he was the first person to analyze psychos.

“I called the office, but they said the last day to reschedule was two weeks ago. How does that even make sense? What if I came down with salmonella the night before?” Steph sighed. “I’ll probably just spam the dean's email again. It worked for my student loans.”

She hung up and flopped onto the couch next to Cass. “You already know the bad news.”

Cass nodded.

“I can’t afford to fail this test,” she groaned. “It’s a required class and it’s supposed to be the easiest.”

Cass looked at the guide. It still didn’t make sense. But then she looked at Steph, head in her hands mumbling to herself.

“I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“When’s the test?”

Steph pulled the syllabus out of her backpack. “Noon, day after tomorrow.”

Cass counted on her fingers. “That’s thirty-six hours.”

Steph looked at her incredulously. “You want to cram a whole semester of Intro Psych in a day and a half?”

She shrugged. “I can try. If you don’t take it, you fail. If I take it, you might fail less.”

Steph bit her lip. “It’s better than nothing.”

Cass beamed. “Where do we start?”

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wenwenbittercake · 8 months

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My Flightless Angel

Chapter 1: Angel without Wings 🪽🪽

(The story can shift from different POVs either, from Edrawd’s perspective to Y/N’s perspective. Y/N can also be changed from referring as ‘she’ to ‘you’ to connect with the reader more in important bits to make readers feel more immersed in the story. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it.

TW: Alcohol, Thank you and enjoy🩷🌷🩷🌷🩷)

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It’s suffocating. The sounds of typing. The chattering of people. The constant buzzing of the white-led lights. The small space he is packed in to work in. All of it is strangling him. When it’s getting too much for him, he just wants to slam his face on the computer screen until his head goes through it. However,

“Mr. Nashton, do you want coffee?”

That sweet voice. That sweet sweet angelic voice that brought him back on earth from whatever manic episode he’s having. His gaze shifted from his excel screen to the face over the cubicle. She smiles down to him with her arms resting over the cubicle wall. He wonders if he would still receive her pearly smiles if she knew how twisted he is.

“Excuse me?” Edward replies with a nervous push of his glasses over his nose bridge.

He heard her the first time, he just wants her to keep talking to him even if it’s just a few seconds longer.

“Coffee. Do you want me to grab you a coffee? You really look like you need it.”

“Oh, um yea I would love that.” He replies with a nervous light lip smile as he leans back over his work chair a bit to ease himself, but it certainly is not working.

“Black coffee with no sugar as usual?” She said with her usual uplifting playful tone.

“Yes yes of course, why would I order anything else.” He stumbles and ends it with a nervous smile. (Embarrassing 🫣)

“Okie then.” Y/N chimed and with that, she walked away. Edward’s eyes can’t help but linger over her as she walks off like he can’t get enough of seeing her.

Y/N the only reason why he hadn’t quit his job in the first place. Y/N L/N started working recently as his boss Zach’s secretary. He groans at the thought of his boss Zach who only worked there for 3 months to gain that position. Anger seethes through him at the thought of how privileged bastards like Zach got a place in society but the poor like him scavenge for leftovers. If he were to get half of the privileges like those bastards, he wouldn’t be here, he would be somewhere better, somewhere where he’s known. But here he is wasting his life away in a cubicle with the other rats.

However, Y/N changed that. She’s not like others. Her presence changes everything. He feels blessed with just her eyes on him. Her giggles, her cheeks smiles. Every little thing she does is so intriguing to him. He’s completely head over heels for her but she doesn’t need to know that no. He knows deep down, nothing good would come out of a confession. It would only push you further from him. He already had hard times keeping you in his line of sight, he doesn’t need any further interference to push you away further than that.

He’s not oblivious, he’s not delusional. He knows he isn’t the best looking nor the most interesting person in the office. If you really like riddles and dad jokes, sure, you will find him partly interesting but either way, you aren’t going to choose him out of all people for a romantic partner. He believes he isn’t that sane to be with you either. You deserve someone normal, someone perfect. Someone who’s just not him. And his boss. He can never picture Y/N and Zach together no matter how, it just tickles his brain in the wrong way.

“Coffee’s here.” A familiar female voice came beside him which knocked him out of his daydream.

“Oh um thanks.” he said as he hurriedly took the coffee from Y/N’s hand. Edward then realizes she’s holding a handful of other coffee cups with different names on them. He almost felt sorry for asking for his coffee in the first place.

“Want me to help you with that, you seem to have too much stuff in your hands.” He said with a bit of a worried tone. He even stood up from his work chair, ready to help to which Y/N reply with a sorry,

“Oh no I got it, thanks a lot though.” she said with a reassuring smile before heading quickly back to the other cubicles calling out the names of other coworkers. They all brush her off or give a halfhearted nod of gratitude to her for getting their coffee.

Dam those rats. Edward cursed at his coworkers in his head for treating Y/N in such a way. He wishes he could beat some sense in their head to see what a beauty you truly are. Anyhow, he continues doing his task in hand, numbers just focus on the numbers.

“So, you want to join a work party? It’s just us going out for a drink at this Korean BBQ downtown. It’s going to be great.” Social gatherings and parties aren’t really Edward’s thing. He liked to keep to himself and hated being seen. (Ironically🤨) However, being asked by his one and only angel, he starts to doubt himself.

“Well, I’m not really sure, maybe next time?” He rejected not because he doesn’t want to spend time with Y/N. The idea of spending another minute with those pretentious fucks make him want to throw up.

“You say that all the time, I really want you to feel included this time that’s why.” Y/N said as she even goes as far as to give him those doe eyes he can’t resist. He looks around nervously at the parking lot of their work building to avoid Y/N’s pleading eyes.

“Forget it Y/N, he won’t even go even if you get down on your knees for it.” One of his annoying co-workers said with a smug look.

Anger boils in him in resentment at that comment. Before he could retort a glare or anything. He realizes Y/N's sadden face in defeat. Does she really want me to come with her that much? Edward sighs and finally gives in even though his social anxiety side of his brain screams no.

“I’ll join, ok? Only this time.” Edward muttered in a caring tone. His eyes search desperately for any joy in her eyes and when he finally does, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

As expected, the Korean BBQ restaurant is filled with the employees of KTMJ. The restaurant has a cozy warm atmosphere, except for the loud obnoxious drunks who call themselves employees of KTMJ. Except for Y/N who smiles naively at everything her co-workers are saying. How nice of her, even though most of what the co-workers say are a bunch of bullshits and lies. Edward sips on his beer as he sits at the edge of the table with Y/N beside him who doesn’t seem to mind his silent presence at all. He’s now on his 2nd cup. Edward, surprisingly, has a strong alcohol tolerance.

At the corner of his eye, he can see Y/N’s face a bit flushed from the alcohol and her naïvely nodding along to her co-worker’s nonsense. Seems she couldn’t take much alcohol in her system. He thought. His mind wanders over how close they really are. He can practically feel her warmth against his arm and all it takes for him to move a bit to feel her arm against his. But he sided with his better judgements, not too. However, his co-worker, Drue or Drake or Dane whoever the hell he is, is too drunk to realize Y/N’s discomfort over him forcing her for another drink.

“Come on, another one, it ain’t gonna bite cha.” Danny teased as he slightly shoves another cup of beer to Y/N.

“No um I’m good. I don’t think I can take more.” She said with a forced smile on her face.

“Come on, just oneee and you bet you can get your pretty little ass back home.” Danny slurred his words as he said. Edward jaw clench at the comment. He gulps down his cup at a fast pace to burn the anger rising in his throat.

“Um ok just this one.” Y/N said nervously as she took the cup from his hand.

“Atta girl.” Danny cheers.

“On the count of 3. 1 2…” Danny counts to chug together.

Y/N on the other hand nervously eyed at the beer cup and gulp and before the countdown hit 3. Her cup was taken by a larger hand from hers. Before she could even react, Edward chugs the entire cup of beer in secs before her eyes. His Adam apple bobs as he chugs down it in ease as if he had done this multiple times before. Then with a small burb he hands the empty cup over into Y/N hands. Before she could say a word-

“Woah damm girl you really got it in you don’t cha!” Danny’s booming voice distracts her back to the present.

His drunken self is too distracted to realize Edward was the one who drank it instead of her. All the other co-workers were too wrapped up in their own conversation to realize what happened.

“Oh, yea I guess.” Y/N replies dumbfoundedly leaving Danny in a laughing mess.

Her attention goes back to Edward who seems quietly watching this encounter beside her. She looks up to him and mouths a ‘Thank you’ and smiles sheepishly. Normally he could give back a tight lip smile but, maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the loudness of the room, he couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly. She watches Edward’s laugh; he even has to hold his stomach as he laughs hysterically at something so mundane. Everyone from the table shifts their attention to Edward and the room becomes silent only filled with Edward’s laughs. Some of their faces are filled with confusion, some with terror. Y/N on the other hand watches him intently almost like she’s mesmerized by his hysteric laughs. She could help but smile.

He looks cute when he laughs.

(Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, I hope you can leave a like or a note so I would know how much you guys like it to continue this series. I apologize if there's any grammatical errors or if you are unsatisfied with the experience. Thank youʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)🩷🩷🩷)

Chapter 2: A Mistake🪽🪽🪽 Chapter 3: Disclosure

(Me trying to convince myself the riddler is hot and doesn't look like an incel. [He is literally a discord kitten])

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bentosandbox · 2 months

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I don’t know if anyone had asked this yet but I wanna know your opinions on vernal wind(after reading ur qiubai skin review) and what do you expect the story to go on after the event?

WOW sorry i took so long to reply this the next sui story already came out (although i haven't read it yet) but i did just finish reading silberneherze and it reminded me of vernal a lot so i finally managed to frame my thoughts(?) also did i review her skin i can't find the post so sorry if i repeat anything ive said before lol anyway

disclaimers: 1) didn't reread before typing this so i prob forgot a load of stuff 2) subjective as hell

Vernal was so aarhhhhgggg not bad but it was so... Traditional Wuxia which I thought I would be happy to read but bruh. they played every trope a bit too straight imo. i think the main thing that stuck with me was the crazy levels of filial piety which isn't a bad thing per se but come on. waaifu's dad. shakes my head i think ya01 should have destroyed him. i think wei should also have been bedridden bare minimum or something from the early encounter just from main story karma. only rat king gets to go scot free cause hes actually a nice dad to lin so i guess it makes sense she's like no no 'i'll continue the family business' i remember reading the story for the first time and being like (woozy emoji) over lin saying she'll take over because it was so.. girl youre probably not even 25 yet and you just put on some heavy af shackles which was so very 'the Right thing to do' great character flaw(?) for someone supposedly morally 'Not Good' i suppose

this avengers ahh looking CG... everytime i think about the context its just SIGH they really just girlies gang up!! and then Ya just 'aight cya' maybe im just salty du yaoye isn't in it and still isn't playable just undercooked as fuck banger image but weak setup and payoff there was no satisfaction to be gained other than 'nice art' (for me)

like... basically every girl in the picture's main motivation in the story is related to some guy which was so zzzzz to chew about when thinking about a bigger picture. actually maybe even every woman even jieyun's teacher i think only lin gets to go off the hook because of that lungwrath scene (probably my fave part of the event) so pathetic... so human... ok i know im bias

Chongyue: honestly i was kinda zzz-ing at the boss fight idk i guess there is a kind of 'damn even now when fighting he's alone lol' but other than that i was just like 'okaaaaay'

anyway silver lake spoilers below

leto's dad sucks but he's still at least 50 times better than waaifu's and i feel like degenbrecher is in a similar place where chongyue was except she basically goes idgaf and i enjoyed that very much

and just the littlest thoughts on Here A Peoples Sow (will they fix this title for global) because... funny i said how vernal was so 'traditional'. they literally flipped 男耕女织 (Men Till and Women Weave) basically feudal era? traditional division of labour with Shu and Jie lmaoooo

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Phantom - Chapter Twelve

Phantom’s P.O.V

Something extremely bright disturbed me out of my sleep and I peeled an eye open to see that the sun had risen. I groaned, rolling over and caught a whiff of cologne. I immediately froze. Where was I? I opened both of my eyes and saw a messy bed with a black sheets. Yeah this was not my bed.

What the hell happened last night? I sat up, looking around and saw several pictures of Maverick, Goose, Rooster…and my dad.

Oh no, this cannot be happening!

I was in Maverick’s bedroom.

How drunk did I get last night? Did we sleep together? How did I even get here? Questions just fired off in my brain and if they didn’t stop I was going to actually scream. I jerked and looked down to see I was still clothed. Thank God.

I would much rather prefer us having sex sober than drunk, not that that was even important at the moment but it still left me to wonder what happened last night.

Ughhhh!!! I rubbed my hands down my face and sat there for a good ten minutes before even getting up.

Scooting off the comfy bed, I tiptoed around the room to find the bathroom. Maverick wasn’t in the bed so I figured he slept on the couch. For someone who was a wild card, he sure was neat and organized, unlike me. My dorm room was a hot mess.

I found the bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and found myself to be a hot mess. My hair was a rat’s nest, my skin looked horrible from all of that sunscreen yesterday, and the mascara I had on was just plain awful. I looked like a freaking raccoon. I couldn’t go out there in front of Maverick like this!

I could feel my heart racing but I gripped the counter in an attempt to calm down. “It’s okay. Everything is just fine.” I muttered.

Looking back into the mirror, I told myself not to be a little bitch. It was going to be okay. I took a deep breath then turned the water on to rinse my mouth and try to freshen up the best I could.

Feeling a lot less like a zombie, I walked out of the bathroom and tiptoed into his living room, if you could even call it that and the smell of bacon assaulted my nose. My stomach immediately growled.

Well that’s just cute.

“Mornin sweetheart…I made breakfast.” Maverick said with a smile. I looked everywhere but him while he was at the stove.

“You can sit down, I’ll bring it to you.” I remained silent as I sat at his makeshift table. I smiled at how he lived in a freaking airplane hangar. Very typical of Maverick.

Not even a moment later did he slide a plate of bacon and eggs along with some orange juice in front me.

“Thank you…” I said quietly.

He just smiled and began eating his food meanwhile I picked up the fork and took a tiny bite of the eggs. My stomach was feeling a bit queasy, not just because of last night but because I don’t remember what happened and how I ended up at Maverick’s house.

Silence passed and I couldn’t take it any longer so I nervously rubbed my hands on my legs and said “What happened last night? Because I do not remember how I got here…” My voice sounded small but he heard me because he very slowly put down his fork and looked at me with worry.

“You don’t remember?” I looked up at him and saw how amazing he looked which caused my heart to beat erratically. Ugh. I couldn’t stand how much he affected me.

“I remember being at the bar and having some beer but don’t remember how I got here.” Maverick took a sip and confidently said “I brought you here.” I lifted my eyebrows, surprised.

“Oh.” I said and I could see a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Do you remember what you told me last night?” Immediately, my cheeks begin to heat up. I did remember that. I just didn’t expect him to say something about it this morning. I don’t know why though because I volunteered the information and I should feel better now that I full on confessed it.

The screech of a chair caused me to look up and see that Maverick had scooted next to me and grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay if you don-” “I do remember what I said.” Rubbing circles into my skin, he said “I don’t want to pressure you.” He simply said and I was confused. “What do you mean?” He took a breath and said “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to -” I interrupted him once more because I could see where he was going with this and I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want him but I did. Probably a bit too much.

“Pete…I do want you, more than you probably know. I know I was drunk when I said it so…don’t think that what I said wasn’t true.” I reached out with my own hand, touching his face.

Apparently that boosted his ego a bit because he said “Oh I know…” A pause then “They say drunk words are sober thoughts…”

“Yeah….” Too nervous to say anything else.

I was looking everywhere but him and he was probably questioning it.

Fingertips reached out and swept the hair out of my face. With one hand, he touched my jaw, bringing me face to face with him. There was a sweet look on his face and my heart melted. Leaning in ever so slowly, he placed a tender kiss on my lips and my hands clenched in nerves. It was a kiss I’d never experienced before and I wanted more but he pulled back.

I furrowed my brows as I watched him get up, grabbing our plates to take them to the kitchen. I should have helped but a thought came over me suddenly.

“Mav…” I said quietly. He turned around and said “Yes?”

I stood from my seat and walked towards him. “What are we going to do?” I asked and he looked confused so I elaborated. “I mean…how is this going to work? You’re my instructor…isn’t that against the rules?”

At that revelation, I was scared he was going to put an end to this before it even began. I didn’t want this to end even though not much had happened.

“Ahh…well we all know I’m not a stickler for rules.” Maverick said that in a joking tone but I was serious. I wanted to know how this was going to work. He must have seen it on my face because he dropped what he was doing and walked over to me, grabbing my hands.

“No one has to know right now….we can make it work if you trust me.” His hand came up to cradle my face and I leaned into it. “You should already know I trust you.”

“Mmhm…didn’t seem like it the other day.” I opened my eyes and said firmly, “That’s because you pissed me off.” He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it was more intense and I had to clutch the countertop, keeping myself from pouncing on him.

Our mouths moved in sync and I placed one hand on his abdomen, letting myself roam. Maverick pulled back with a smirk and said “Are you feeling me up?” Flames erupted on my face and I said with a small laugh “Maybe.”

“Hmm…I like that.” I laid my forehead against his and said “Good.”

We stayed like for a moment, soaking it in.

Suddenly Maverick grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards his plane. “Uhh…Mav…what are you doing?” Pete turned around with a wide grin on his face. “I’m taking you up in my plane.” Excitement fluttered through my chest but then I realized that today was still a training day so I spoke up.

“Aren’t we supposed to be on base training today?” With his usual grin, he said “They can wait.”

“Wow…really testing the limits there aren’t ya Mav?” I said jokingly.

“An hour at the max?” He asked and I looked over at the clock on the wall. “Ughh…fine. One hour, that’s it.” I pointed at him, not being able to resist his charm.

“Let’s go.” He said as he reached out for me with his hand.

I pushed myself onto the wing of the plane, stepping into the plane. I had never been into a vintage plane before and I was somewhat nervous although I was an experienced pilot myself. My concern was the age of this plane but considering Maverick trusted it then maybe I should put some trust in it myself.

I sat in the back seat, in awe of how well preserved it was. Maverick stepped into the plane, helping me get buckled in.

“You know I could do this myself right? After all, I am a pilot.” I wiggled my brows.

He leaned in, causing my breath to hitch and said “I know, I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”

Shaking my head, I then said “Alright captain, show me what you’re made of!”

I watched as he got in the cockpit, put his earmuffs on, his voicing coming through mine. “Are you ready?” He asked with a smile in his voice.

“Never been more ready in my life.”

With that, he started the engine and I could hear the muffled engine in my ear. Oh I could definitely tell it was old but it still seemed in good shape so I relaxed and admired the view as he took off down the runaway.

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practically-an-x-man · 4 months

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Prompt:

"Where the fuck did all these kittens come from?"

Haha alright, I think I can see where this one's going... Ophelia, guest appearance by Siv

____ Amadeus

Word Count: 1.2k Content Warnings: swearing I guess? ____

Ophelia pushed through the door separating her lab from her apartment... and nearly tripped over an animal in the doorway. Her body jolted with surprise, and she managed an awkward half-hop to keep from stepping on the creature.

At first, she thought it was a rat. It was rat-sized, and a ratlike blackish-gray, and had a rat's long, thin tail....

And then her brain caught up, and she realized it wasn't a rat. It was a hairless cat, a hairless kitten, for some reason traversing the hallway with stumbling, too-wide steps. Confused, she scooped it up and held it against her chest.

"Peter?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the floor as she moved further into the apartment. She didn't want to step on any more defenseless animals. "Hey, why's there a cat in our-"

She reached the living room and froze.

"Where the fuck did all these kittens come from?"

Counting the one in her hands, there were five. Peter was sitting on the floor, managing to distract two of them with a piece of string. One of them had lost interest and was wandering the room with clumsy steps, and the last was attempting to wriggle its way under the coffee table. Ophelia promptly rerouted that one.

"Oh, uh, someone rang the doorbell. They were in this basket." Peter said, gesturing to a fabric-lined picnic basket near the door.

"Why are they in our apartment?" she asked, settling the last writhing kitten on the floor before it could decide it wanted to bite her.

"Well, I wasn't just going to leave them," he argued, "Figure at least we could see if anyone wants them before we take them to the animal shelter."

"Did you see who dropped them off?"

"No. They were gone too fast. There was, like... lightning."

"Lightning?" Ophelia glanced out the window. Cloudless skies. And she hadn't heard any rain or thunder - she could get hyperfocused on her work, yes, enough that she'd missed the sound of the doorbell, but she would've noticed lightning. Especially after the way she'd been pulled from her original life.

"Not the weather. Like superpowers." Peter explained, following her eyes to the window. One of the kittens lunged for the string, and he winced as tiny claws caught his skin.

"Hm." Ophelia replied, glancing from the basket to the clowder of kittens sprawled across her living room. "I thought you were allergic to cats."

"Not these guys. They don't have fur." he replied, jerking the string to make the kittens pounce. One took a tumble upon landing, legs going every direction in a tangle of limbs. Peter laughed. "I like that one. He's kinda clumsy. I'm gonna call him Amadeus."

Ophelia took a second glance at the cat. He'd picked himself up from the floor and was making a second, renewed pass at the length of string. He didn't have much more luck this time around. The kitten looked like one big, wobbly wrinkle... but almost in a cute way.

"No- don't name him, you're gonna get attached to him." she muttered, "And this place is really not... cat-friendly. Plus, my dad's allergic too, and he's just downstairs."

"They still don't have fur." Peter pointed out, then scooped up the kitten and held him out to her, "C'mon, Ol's, isn't he cute?"

"We need to take them to a shelter." Ophelia sighed, fishing in her pocket for her phone. She had a feeling she knew who was responsible for all this. "Give me ten minutes."

She ducked back down the hall and into her lab, waving a cursory hand at her actuators as she swiped through her phone. Even just a brief glance at her text history confirmed her suspicions. She'd been sent a picture of a black sphynx kitten - that looked damn near identical to the one Peter had started calling Amadeus - from an unknown number less than a week ago.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and dialed the number.

"Siv Thawne, what the fuck?"

"You said it was cute!" the other woman replied, not sparing so much as a moment to wonder who was at the phone.

"Cute does not mean give me five kittens!" Ophelia huffed, pacing her lab with a hand on her hip, "What makes you think I'm equipped for one cat, let alone five?"

"Hey, I've got number six!" Siv fired back, and then their voice softened slightly, "Her name's Delilah. Have you named yours yet?"

"I'm not naming them. We're taking them to a shelter. I'm telling you, we're not prepared to own a cat, especially not one as high-maintenance as a sphynx. They're prone to skin problems, poor temperature regulation... half these kittens at least probably have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy..."

"See, look, you already know how to take care of them." Siv drawled, "Perfect."

"Sivonne. I cannot adopt a cat right now. I most certainly cannot adopt five cats right now." Ophelia said, "I thought you were texting me about... the other thing."

"Oh, I was. Still need a hand with that." they replied, "But I found these kittens and figured..."

"What, that you could just drop 'em off and it would all be fine?"

"Kind of."

"Come pick them up. Find someone else to watch them."

"You don't even want to adopt one?" Siv asked, "You need a pet that's not robotic. And I thought you'd like the little wiggly one. Clearly you're into goofy things."

"Clearly?"

"Well, if the guy who answered the door was any indication."

Ophelia tilted her head at that. Yeah... she had a point. Peter was a pretty goofy guy. She ran a hand over her face.

"I will... consider it." she finally relented, "But you need to come pick the others up right now."

"Thirty minutes."

"Now."

"Ugh, fine."

Siv promptly hung up, and Ophelia tucked the phone back into her pocket. She ran a hand over her face with a sigh, then pushed back through the door to her apartment.

"I've got someone coming to pick them up." she said, already scooping up the kittens that had begun to wander too far. Peter gave her a look of exaggerated disappointment, then pointedly tilted his chin down at himself. Amadeus was apparently sacked out from the exhausting task of catching the string, and was curled up in Peter's arms.

"Look at him, Ol's."

The doorbell rang almost as soon as he'd finished his sentence. Peter's dejected look only grew, and he glanced from her back down to the kitten.

"That'll be Siv." Ophelia said, setting the rest of the kittens back in their basket. Peter tightened his grip on the last one, just a little. Ophelia pressed her lips together. The doorbell rang again, more incessantly, but she didn't move. Finally she sighed.

"I need you to run down to the pet store on the corner and pick up some cat stuff."

Peter's face brightened so suddenly it felt like the whole room got a few shades lighter. It was almost as cute as the sleeping kitten in his arms.

"So we can-"

"We can hold onto Amadeus," she agreed, "For a little while."

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #ophelia octavius #amadeus the cat #revan ocs #siv thawne #delilah the cat #oneshot #ficlet #fluff

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