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austinelvisimagines · 2 years

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Trouble

Austin Butler Elvis imagine

Word Count: 3.8k

Synopsis: After waiting tables at an Elvis concert you find yourself in trouble only to be saved by Mr. Presley himself.

Warnings: There is a scene with a fairly violent assault but nothing explicitly sexual and it doesn’t get anywhere near it.

You had been a waitress at the Cotton Club since you got out of Highschool two years ago in 1953. It wasn’t your life dream or anything, but it paid the bills and sometimes you got to meet the performers who played the club. Initially you had the night of the 6th off, but the club’s manager had asked you to come in anyways, apparently the singer for the night was expected to bring in a big crowd and the owners were worried they couldn’t handle it without all staff members being present. Oh well, all you were going to do was sit at home alone and drink the bottle of wine you’d been saving for a special occasion. You didn’t have a car but the walk to the club from your small studio apartment was only thirty minutes or so.

The club itself wasn’t very large, but with the fairly small Lubbock population, it didn’t need to be. Walking around to the back you ducked into the employee door and hung your purse on the hooks provided just outside the kitchen.

“Joe?” you called out for your manager, assuming he had to be somewhere nearby. You heard the man before you saw him.

“Y/N, is that you? I’m sorry to call you in on such short notice. I really appreciate your- fuck!” You hid your laugh behind your hand as Joe came into view, knocking his meaty hip into the corner of the food prep counter.

“It’s no problem, Joe. I had nothing better to do anyways.” You walked around the counter, tying your bubblegum apron around your waist.

“Who’s the artist anyways? Must be someone important if y’all really think we need all hands on deck.” Joe rubbed his balding head before looking you over.

“If that’s true we need to get you a better social life kiddo. Anyways, he’s a singer, real up and coming. I don’t know that we’ll need you all for sure, but I’ll feel better knowing you’re here. You’re our best girl, ya know?”

“That’s only because of my distinct lack of a social life.” You clapped your hand over Joe’s shoulder and began to move past him towards the double doors that led into the concert hall.

“I’m going to start stocking the wait station and the bar well. Let me know if there’s anything you need me for.” The man only nodded vaguely, distracted by a sticky spot on the counter.

You shook your head before making your way through the tables that surrounded the vacant stage. After stocking the straws and cocktail napkins you went behind the bar and began cutting lime and orange wedges. Technically you weren’t a barback, but the bartenders always appreciated your help and made sure your drinks were served first throughout the night. Looking up at the sound of the kitchen door you saw one of the younger waitresses glide into the room, humming under her breath. You smiled to yourself. “Hello, Lorna. You sure are chipper.”

The blonde perked up, apparently unaware of your presence until now. “Oh, Y/N!” She clutched her hands to her chest and sighed dreamily.

“How could I not be? We’re going to meet Elvis.” She dragged the unfamiliar name out wistfully and spun coquettishly, her thick skirt fanning out around her.

“Who?” You looked up at her from the table you were currently wiping down.

“Who?!” She shrieked and covered her mouth.

“Elvis!” She looked at you expectantly as if saying the name for a second time would clear things up. You widened your eyes a little and moved your chin forward.

“Elvis! Elvis the Pelvis!” She shook her head and threw her hands up.

“He’s only the hunkiest man who ever lived! My cousin saw him a few months ago and she won’t shut up about it.” Her hand was on her hip now and the other was extended conspiratorially.

“The joke’s on her though because I’m going to meet him and I’m going to make him fall in love.” She popped the gum in her mouth as she closed out her sentence.

You chuckled before straightening up and moving on to the next table. “No, I don’t think I’ve heard of him. Besides, there’s no guarantee that you’ll meet him.”

“That’s because you live under a rock. I absolutely will meet him though, Joe said I can wait on Elvis personally. I bought a new skirt just for the occasion.” She spun again and then twirled a perfect curl around her finger.

“Yes, you look very pretty. Now help me wipe down these tables and put the flowers out.” You threw a rag at her and she huffed.

“Fine, but if I chip a nail or my hair falls and Elvis doesn’t fall head over heels for me, I’m blaming you.” She glared playfully at you as you laughed.

“If he’s so famous, I don’t think either of those will be the reason he’s not smitten.” A half hour later the rest of the tables were ready. Lorna had disappeared before you had finished, but the other waitresses had steadily filed in and helped. They were all practically bouncing off the walls with excitement and you had heard more than a few of them sigh out, ‘Elvis Presley’ in between their hushed giggles.

Moving back into the kitchen you ran into Joe who was mopping his forehead with a yellowed handkerchief.

“Y/N, there you are! Is everything ready?” The vein in his neck looked about ready to burst and you wondered just how important this ‘Elvis’ was to have Joe so stressed out.

“We’re all set, everyone is here, tables are clean, bar is stocked, and I assume you took care of the kitchen delegation.” You ticked everything off on your fingers and looked at him expectantly.

“Okay good, we’ll have our staff meeting and then I want doors opened, there’s already a massive line and they’re getting restless.” The man swiveled around you and went back into the main hall, calling out for all your coworkers to meet him in the pit below the stage.

After the meeting everyone dispersed to their sections and the hostesses moved to open the main doors and let the crowd in. An hour on and you were swamped; Joe wasn’t kidding, the house was packed. There was an opening act on stage, a young comedian who had the crowd politely laughing, but you could sense they were impatient for the main attraction. Grabbing your drinks from the bar, you weaved through customers and employees alike as the lights dimmed and the comedian closed out his act. Your master of events came out on stage and walked up to the microphone.

“Give it up for the funny man, ladies and gents!” He paused for the demure round of applause before continuing.

“Now, I know what’ you’re all here for and I know you’re getting antsy. So, I’m here to tell you that the wait is over. Without further ado, give it up for Mr. Elvis Presley!” He walked offstage to raucous applause that wasn’t for him. Yet, as the singer’s heavy steps sounded across the stage the room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even your coworkers around you had stopped moving and were instead staring intently at the stage. Then there was the sound of a microphone’s hiss; Guitar wrapped around his body the man focused his gaze and the room froze. Then, in a deep southern drawl.

“Thank you for having me here tonight; my name is Elvis Presley and I’m going to sing a few songs.” His blue eyes were ringed in soft black eyeliner and his full lips seemed to be hugging the microphone. Looking to his band behind him, he nodded and then strummed an opening cord.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.” Suddenly he was jerking his hips forward and throwing his head to the side. Looking around, you saw that every girl in the place was laser focused on the man. Breaking from your spot you continued walking to your next table to clear their empty glasses and see if they needed anything else. The woman at the table waved you off while the gentleman with her looked at you apologetically and asked for a water. You nodded and went off to get it, sparing only a second to glance up at the singer.

For a moment it seemed as if his eyes landed on you, and he sang.

“Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you.” You walked back towards the bar. He sprang into more evocative dance moves and suddenly there were girls screaming at the top of their lungs. You jumped as one near you let out a wail that seemed to burst out of her soul unbidden. Left and right, girls were clutching their chests and holding their faces in their hands. Some were bouncing in their seats, and you noticed a few were visibly clenching their legs together. You weren’t dumb, these girls were obviously imagining ripping the man’s clothes off. Leaning against the bar you turned your head to it’s tender, Murray.

“I see why they call him the Pelvis now.” You threw a rag over your shoulder. Murray cracked a smile.

“You’d think these girls had never been turned on before.”

You barked out a laugh.

“They probably haven’t!” He laughed along before asking if you needed anything. You didn’t, having decided to leave your tables alone since you were clearly little more than a nuisance to most of their occupants while their attention was on Mr. Presley. You weren’t blind, he was definitely attractive and his obscene dance moves did speak to some primal part of you, but you also knew that he was likely a rake and would never give a girl like you the time of day.

Later, after closing the club with Lorna (who wouldn’t shut up about her brief interactions with Elvis), you were ambling on your way home. The streets were dark and quiet, most everyone tucked into their beds at two in the morning. You were about halfway home passing an alleyway when you heard something behind you. Turning, you saw a man emerging from the shadows. He was clearly intoxicated and started shouting in your direction.

“Hey there pretty girl.” The words came slurred, and he ambled sloppily in your direction. You turned and kept walking.

“Where’re you going so late lil girl?” You rolled your eyes at the sound of the man’s voice and quickened your pace, but you didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grabbing your hair and yanking you back into a barrel chest.

Yelping, you screamed. “Get the fuck off me, creep!”

The man only laughed and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“It ain’t polite to ignore a man who’s talking to you.” He reached down and grabbed your breast with one hand while the other wrapped around your neck. Tears welled in your eyes before you slammed your heel down into his foot and he screamed, then let you go for a moment.

“You little bitch!” You turned to run but he fisted his hand into your skirt, and you fell to the ground, scraping your arms and hands on the pavement. The man flipped you over and crawled his way on top of your body. Thrashing around, you tried to buck him off, but he was too strong. You threw your hands into his face trying to push your fingers into his eyes. You vaguely registered the sound of tires screeching and a car door slamming before a shout rang into the air.

“Hey, get off her!” Suddenly the man on top of you disappeared with a groan as a tall figure hauled his frame to the ground a fair bit away from you. You crawled backwards on your hands until your back hit wall. In front of you, your savior was pummeling your assailant and you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight. Served the scum right.

The asshole was unconscious, and the mystery man straightened and looked in your direction before making his way to you. You pulled back towards the wall and hid your face in your hands as he got closer and he stopped in his tracks, crouching down with one leg cocked a bit behind the other.

“Hey, it’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He held his hands up and you peeked from behind yours before slowly bringing them down to your knees. You looked at him, observing the dark hair that hung in his face. He smiled.

“My name’s-”

“Elvis.” You breathed out his name in unison with him. He ducked his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s yours? Name that is.” His elbows rested on his knees and his hands hung between his legs.

“Y/N.”

“Are you okay?” You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice. Lorna was going to flip. He shifted his weight to his front leg and stretched his hand out towards you.

“Let me help you up.” You gently placed your hand in his very large one and his fingers curled around yours. You stood together and you winced at the small amount of force he exerted against your sensitive palms. Noticing, he let go quickly.

“I’msorry, did I hurt you?” His eyebrows flew into his hair.

“No! No, I scraped my palms up on the pavement when he-” you stopped in your tracks. He spoke softly, his deep voice obviously trying, and succeeding to sound soothing.

“It’s okay, Y/N. That piece of shit ain’t goin’ nowhere, and he definitely ain’t gon’ hurt you again. Can I see?” He gestured to your hands which you were holding gingerly to your chest. You haltingly extended one towards him and he carefully held it, palm up, to his scrutinization. He used his fingers to gently pry yours apart and lightly ran the tip of one along your palm. He repeated the action after reaching for your other hand. He seemed extremely focused when he pulled your wrists up and observed the scrapes that ran down the sides of your forearms. The action had caused you to unknowingly step closer to him and you could observe his face more closely now that his attention was preoccupied. He really was handsome, and strong. He ran his tongue against his full lips absentmindedly before his eyes flickered up to yours. His gaze was piercing, and you felt your throat close in response. He held his eyes for a beat longer before letting go of your hands.

“Nothing too bad, but we should get you cleaned up, doll.” You choked out a soft ‘okay,’ then he was turning in the unconscious man’s direction. You thought, I forgot he was even here, before focusing on Elvis who was talking again.

“-and they can come get this asshole.” He was looking at you expectantly.

“I-I’m sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?” You felt embarrassed at having missed what he said.

“That’s alright, mama.” He smiled softly at you.

“I was just saying that I’m going over to that payphone over there and I’ll call the police to come get this jerk.” He nodded in the direction of a payphone that was a few light posts away.

“Oh, okay yeah.” You looked at the man on the ground to be sure he wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Elvis noticed your glance.

“you’ll be okay, I promise. I won’t let nothin’ happen to you.” You nodded your head believing what the man said and watched as he turned towards the phone. He half jogged his way there and quickly dialed the number for emergency services. He turned and watched you as he spoke, and you were actually glad for the bit of distance between the two of you. You were suddenly processing the events of the last hour and realizing the gravity of what had almost happened. You were too busy noticing how pretty Elvis Presley really was up close to even think about the situation at hand. You were broken from your thoughts when the pretty boy in question came to a stop next to you.

“The police are on their way.”

“Thank you.” You felt stupid for not having said it earlier.

“I- I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come.”

“Don’t thank me, I was just doin’ what any man should do.” He smiled softly. You were about to reply when you saw two squad cars turn the corner towards you. They came to a stop about fifteen feet away and the officers inside got out.

“I heard you were in town today.” The officer speaking was glaring at Elvis.

“Should’ve known you’d be involved in this, boy.”

“I was just helping this lovely lady, Sir.” He spat the last word out and straightened his back. You weren’t sure what was going on but assumed that cops and Elvis didn’t necessarily get along. If all the hullaballoo at the concert was any indication, it was logical that the man had a bit of a bad boy reputation. You didn’t care though; he had saved you. You stepped forward from Elvis’s side.

“Officer, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but this man likely saved my life and did most of your job for you. The man you ought ‘a care about is layin’ over there.” You gestured over to the crumpled excuse of a man. After getting both yours and Elvis’s statements the officers put your attacker in handcuffs and pushed him into the back of a squad car. They gave you their information and said they would be in touch within the next few days. Watching the two cars pull away you turned to Elvis again.

“I really can’t thank you enough Mr. Presley. I’m sorry to have kept you so late. I’m sure you have somewhere you need to be.” You ducked your head and pushed the hair that fell in your face behind your ear. His hands were in his pockets, and he tucked his tongue into his cheek before rocking on his heels.

“I still don’t know why you’re thanking me. I should thank you for standing up for me just now.” You let out a short laugh before clapping your hand over your mouth.

“No, that was nothing. Definitely not lifesaving.” He smiled and bounced his chin.

“No, but I appreciate it. Lot of folks that think I’m evil.” He flashed a wink so fast you could’ve missed it.

“Evil?” You smirked.

“You might be a rake, but you’re not evil.”

“A rake?!” He clutched his hand to his heart.

“Ma’am, I’m just a man who likes to sing, ain’t my fault that pretty girls like the way I dance.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You tell me, pretty girl.” He looked at you from under his eyelashes with a small smile.

“Oh, ho, ho, definitely a rake. Only a rake can flirt that good.”

“You’re killing me!” He took his hands out of his pockets and held car keys in one of them.

“Can the rake take you home?”

“Oh no!” You were not going to inconvenience him any further.

“That’s okay. I can walk, it’s not far.”

“Then it’ll be a short drive.” He walked over to his car that was still stopped in the street and held the passenger door open for you.

“Come on, I insist.” You hesitated, looked back at the sidewalk before turning toward the car and made your way over while his grin widened. A short time later Elvis was pulling to a stop in front of your building.

“Well thank you, again.” You moved to open your door when he stopped you with a hand on your arm. He spoke softly, his blue eyes deeply earnest.

“Let me get that.” He got out and came around to your side before he pulled the door open and held out a hand to help you. You grabbed it and let him guide you from your seat. He made sure you were firmly planted on the ground before turning to shut the door. When he faced you again his eyes were soft, and his mouth hung open slightly.

“Here we are.” He took your hands gently in his before looking up at the building. You looked up at his sharp jawline and made a quick decision.

“I could use some help patchin’ up the scrapes that I can’t see very well.”

“Careful lil mama, somebody might think you’re inviting a rake up to your apartment.” He smiled cheekily and dipped his head down. You scoffed.

“Well never mind then.” You pulled your hands away from his and walked over to the stairs that led into the building.

“Goodnight, Mr. Presley.” He ran over to you, one arm reaching for your hand.

“Wait, wait, wait. I was just foolin’ I’m sorry. May I please help?” He was a step below you when your hands touched again, and you looked down at the place they met.

“I’m sure you need to get going, you’re on a tour, aren’t you?” You knew you shouldn’t, but you really wanted to drag him up the stairs to your apartment. He looked frustrated. His eyes scrunched together, and he seemed to stall out before he spoke.

“No- well yes, I’m on tour, but I ain’t got nowhere else to be right now. I wanna be here, with you.” Ugh, you couldn’t help it. He was a bona fide dreamboat and he wanted to come to your apartment. Rake or not, this was Elvis the Pelvis, and you hadn’t been laid since your last boyfriend.

“I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I didn’t say you were.” He was closer now, still a step below, but his hands had moved up your arms and rested on your waist. He looked up at you and the breath flew out of your lungs. It should be a sin to look at someone the way he was looking at you. “But now that I met ya, I wanna know ya, darlin’. Don’t you wanna know me?” His eyes were open wide and if you didn’t know any better, you’d believe he really thought you could say no. Your teeth worried at your bottom lip as you made up your mind.

“You’re gonna be trouble Mr. Presley.” His smile turned devilish, and he rose as if to kiss you, one hand at the back of your head.

“Call me Elvis, baby.”

“Well come on up, I guess.” You smiled before trapping your lip between your teeth. He surged forward, wrapping his strong arms around your body. His lips dominated yours as he threaded fingers through your hair.

Lorna wasn’t going to flip; she was going to slip into a murderous rage.

Okay look, this fell out of me yesterday and I definitely don’t hate it, but it’s just a jumping off point which is why I didn’t take it past the final scene. If I got to 4k I’d feel like I had to make a full length fic. Let me know what you think and feel free to send in requests.

-LM

#Elvis #Elvis 2022 #Austin Butler #elvis/reader #elvis imagine #austin elvis imagine

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markosbabymama · 7 months

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Midnight Rain| J.CxGN!Reader.

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“would you be open to writing a Johnny cade x gn!reader fic where maybe it's storming really badly so reader let's Johnny stay the night at their house?? maybe they're just friends and end up confessing to one another or something :00 (bonus points if Johnny ends up wearing readers' hoodie bc his jacket got wet 🤭)”

warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of abuse.

it was a stormy night in tulsa, but i enjoyed nights like this, i love the rain, and the cold. as i’m laying down in my room reading a book i hear a knock on my door, and i knew exactly who it was.

i walk up to my door, shivering a tiny bit since the windows were open and the cold came into the house, i answered the door seeing my best friend, and the boy i’ve been in love with since i was 12, johnny cade.

johnnys like a lost puppy, that’s how the gang and i described him. he’s been kicked around his whole life, though i never knew why. johnny was the sweetest boy i think i’ve ever met, an real gentleman.

“hey john, what’s the matter?” i ask seeing a hurt look on his face, it pains me to see him so sad. “hey y/n, it’s nothin’ just the old man bein’ a pain again is all.” he says with his hands in the pockets of his soaked jean jacket, kicking the ground.

i look at him with sadness in my eyes, he didn’t have to say much for me to know what happend back at home. his old man always hassled him for no apparent reason.

“well, don’t just stand there johnny, please come inside.” he looks at me with a slight hint of guilt, “are you sure? i don’t really wanna bother y’all, maybe i shouldn’t of came here.”

johnny was always one to feel bad for everyone, he would be bleeding out and still try and find a way to blame it on himself.

“johnny don’t be silly, you know you’re always welcome inside my home, besides it’s just me anyways, folks are out of town for a few days.”

he looks hesitant, but he walks through the door, taking off his shoes and jacket as soon as the door shuts. “i’m sorry i just popped up over here so out of nowhere, i just didn’t know who else to go to.”

i look at him sympathetically, I really don’t understand how Johnny thinks he could be such a bother, his parents get into his head too much.

“you ain’t bothering me non honey, stay right here and i’ll get you some new clothes, yeah?” he smiles softly at me. “thanks y/n.” i smile back. “no problem johnny cakes.”

I walked back into my room, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants for the cold boy. I don’t worry about size because Johnny is very small for his age, even though he’s 16 he looks 12. Not certainly a bad thing though, it’ll come in handy when he’s older.

I walked back into my living room seeing Johnny sitting on the couch, shivering a bit “ hey, I got the clothes for you.” I say, handing him the clothes. “thanks y/n, i appreciate it” he gets up and walks to the bathroom down the hall to change.

once he gets out of the bathroom, I ask him if he’s hungry and if he wants me to whip him up something very quickly, I really don’t mind, I never minded when it came to Johnny.

after some laughing and joking and longing looks he speaks up. “thanks again y/n, i really do appreciate you letting me borrow your clothes and letting me stay here.” I look up at him from the kitchen table and just smile at him “no need to thank me Johnny, It really doesn’t bother me none. besides we all know i have the best clothes and food.” i smile while admiring johnny.

he laughs a little bit, i love his smile, he doesn’t do it very often but when he does he can make a whole city light up. once he finishes eating and i finish cleaning up, we both head to bed.

it was never weird sleeping in the same bed as him, i’ve known him since i was 12, and even though i have feelings for him, it never bothered us any.

he tucks himself in the bed, laying his head on my chest while i run my hands through his hair, it’s quite, all i can hear is his breathing, and the raindrops on the windows.

he hums softly, his face in my neck, i can feel him hesitating to say something.

“y’know, i really appreciate you doing all this for me y/n, i know i say it a lot but i can’t tell you how much i really mean it” i smile softly while listing to the boy, i always loved how sweet he was. “no problem john, i enjoy taking care of you, it makes me happy knowing you’re safe and fed. especially if it’s from me.” i giggle a little and he smiles.

he looks at me with a look i cannot describe, like love and care and maybe confusion.

he released a shaky breath then looks up at me. “i love you y/n.” my heart beats faster as he says that, but i know he just means it as a friend, so i don’t think much.

“i love you more johnny cake.” i say, still ruining my hands though his hair. “no, I don’t mean it in a friendly way, I really do love you y/n. you’re always there for me. You’re always taking care of me, you’re always making sure I’m okay, always making sure that I’m safe. we could be in a room with 200 people and you’ll still find a way to get to me just to ask if I’m okay and if I ate something. I’ve never received love like the way I receive it with you. I’ve loved you since the day you saw me at the lot and brought me an apple and a water. It wasn’t much but it showed that you cared. I’ve loved you ever since you found me after the soc’s jumped me, and you made sure to patch me up once we got back to the Curtis’s. i love you, y/n with all my heart. you mean so much to me.”

my eyes are wide, and my jaw was on the ground. i can’t believe what he just said, was this a dream? if it was i never wanna wake up.

“johnny, I love you too with my whole heart. I’ve loved you since we were 12 years old. I’ve loved you since we played football together when we were 13 and dallas tackled me and you were the first person to rush to me and make sure i was okay, i’ve loved you since we worked on that stupid project in school together for 2 weeks and still got a C on it, i love you johnny cade, and i always will.”

His smile was so wide and bright, the smile i’ve loved since i was 12, the smile that makes my whole world stop. the smile that on a bad day could flip it around and make it a great one.

he leans in to me slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. i close my eyes, screaming on the inside with pure joy, i can’t believe this really is happening. his lips crash onto mine, they’re chapped but soft at the same time, he tasted like cigarettes and mint gum, he was slow and passionate, didn’t rush anything. didn’t try to over step or make me feel uncomfortable. it was the best kiss i’ve ever experienced. his hands cup my cheeks, they’re calloused and ruff. we pull away from the kiss, gasping for air.

“that was amazing.” he said smiling. there it is again. God, i’ll never get sick of that smile. ever. “was it? i think we should do it again just incase.” i say smirking a bit. “i think we should.” johnny says smiling and pulling me down on his chest.

guys this took my so long😭😭 hope y’all enjoyed it i love johnny sm🩷🩷🥹🥹

#the outsiders #johnny cade one shot #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade the outsiders #johnny cade #i love this boy

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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Different version of daggers meet Jake's dads, but in the other au I'm writing (and squealing about!!)

They joked about roos being nepotism kid, having been raised by Mav (maybe mav and Goose, in an au where goose lives ❤️, but mav doesnt grow that much close to tom), and Jake obviously has Chris last name, no one connected to navy or anything. Until they see him break in the wildest grin that has mav reconsider everything cause fuck I know that grin, and shortly do grabby hands and running-crashing against the compacflt and his second in command and that small blond that is basically Jake but smaller and with tattoos.

Omg yes okay

So I’m writing this in the au of Chris x Ron x Tom just because I can.

Mav and Goose were leaning against the bar talking with Bradley. Everyone so far has made fun of him for being such the nepotism baby.

Mav noticed that Jake is the only one who hasn’t made a jab at him. Jake just keeps checking his phone.

He hears more people come into the bar, but Goose hits him. He turns and looks, shit is that Tom? And Ron Kerner? Who the hell is the blond under their arms?

Jake takes off from the group. He slams into them. Goose can’t help it he lets out a “what the fuck.”

Jake gets a kiss on the head from each man, he drags them back over. “Mav pretty sure you know who this is.”

God that little shit. “Hey Tom. Hi Ron. Hello blond man who is Jake in 20ish years.”

That gets a laugh out of Jake. He grins.

Oh fuck. That’s the grin Tom gave him in the locker room at top gun. Is Jake Tom’s kid?

“Mav meet my dads. Ron, Tom, and Chris Seresin.”

Goose snaps out of it before Mav does. “Good to see you guys again. Congrats on all the promotions.” He shakes everyone’s hands, “didn’t know you had a kid Tom.”

Tom smiles, he ruffles Jake’s hair, “yeah. Didn’t talk about it.” Jake smacks at his tata’s hand, “shut it.”

Bradley raises his hand from where he’s sitting behind them. Ron points “clone of Goose go ahead.” Bradley thinks for a second, “y’all can’t like permanently ruin me if I ask this right?”

Tom laughs. “Oh I can but I’ll let it slide tonight.”

Bradley nods. “Are y’all all together?”

Jake blinks at Bradley, “you’re dumber then you look aren’t you.”

“Jake I swear to god I don’t care that your dads are here I’ll kick your ass.” “I’d love to see you try Roo.”

Chris claps his hands together. “Boys!”

They both blush. “To answer Bradley’s question, yeah we are.”

Mav leans over to Ron. “Were you guys together when we were at top gun?”

Tom answers from where he’s leaning against Ron. “Kinda. Ron and I were hooking up but he was with Chris. Didn’t realize I could have both of them until Chris called me a fucking idiot and kissed me when we got back to Texas.”

Goose blinks. “Oh my god.” He points at Jake. “That’s why he has that evil grin you guys both have.”

Jake laughs. “You nailed it old man.”

Bradley blinks again. “Wait a second you’re also a nepotism baby!”

Tom glances at Jake, “he’s not wrong.” “Hey! Don’t agree!”

Mav tilts his head. “How the hell did I not know this?” Chris answers this again. “Wanted to keep him safe from the navy. Biology wise he’s my nephew, so we just kept our last name. Didn’t ever marry legally.”

Ron kisses the side of Tom’s head, “there was that hippy dippy wedding we did though.” Tom laughs and pulls Chris under his arm, “that was a fun wedding.”

They break off into chatting in polish, Jake tries to not hear what they’re saying. He smiles as he watches his dads. Bradley touches his elbow. “I’m sorry. I was a real dick.”

Jake laughs. He taps his fingers on Bradley’s chest. “Not like I was an angel but you had it coming. Needed you to jump off that cliff you were standing at.”

Bradley and Jake hug, Chris leans back and kisses both of his men. “Think he’ll be okay?” Ron tucks Chris in between them. “Yeah they’ll work it out.”

“Sexually.”

“Tom I swear to god.”

Chris laughs. “He’s not wrong it’s like watching you two.”

There’s a chorus of heys but Chris just keeps smiling. He catches the rest of the daggers looks. “Go on get me a drink, I think we’re about to be interviewed.”

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #ron x chris x tom #jake hangman seresin #this is an au but I’m definitely writing more #I googled polish names for dad and tata came up as the most common response #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #goose lives !#bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin x bradley rooster bradshaw #eventually #tom kazansky x ron kerner

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Hey! This isn’t an ask, just me yapping about what’s going through my head rn- I hope you don’t mind.

BRUH- I am losing sleep over Fire right now. My brain will not shut up about what if’s, theorizing about what the hell is going on with Fire so I can figure out how/the best way to help him. Y’all said to investigate and use your intuition, but I can’t tell if I’m cooking/on to something or overthinking things. 😅

The fact that there are two different colors—TWO—for when Fire is talking: those being Black and Gold/Yellow. He’s switched between Black and Gold text in two different posts. That being the “first” one he appeared in, and the most recent one (as of writing this ask.) I feel like Black might be the “real” Fire speaking, because Gold is a color I’ve only ever seen be used for when Arceus was speaking and/or present.

And that leads into my next thought. The thought that Fire might not really be Fire. Not in a sense of “oh, it’s a mimic” no. I’m talking like, it’s him in his own body, but there’s something (or someone) that’s getting in the way of him really being himself. Like, someone’s doing the talking for him or subconsciously coaching his responses so he can’t speak his truth. Aka: the words hidden in the talksprites. (Fire CAN feel. (At least, I’m pretty sure he can.) But it’s like whatever senior gold-text is doing is subduing his ability to act on his own.) I know that Fire and Arceus are linked in some way, which is why the god-horse is my prime suspect.

And the smoking gun to my theories and potential overthinking? That last fucking talksprite.

That last talksprite (as of writing this) was like a flicker of humanity in Fire. A glimpse of the real him. There were no shadows on that one, he seemed to genuinely and deeply feel whatever emotion struck him in that moment when Pallette Town was mentioned, and his eyes didn’t have any gold in them. I can’t tell if the lack of gold color in Fire’s eyes was a mistake when drawing, but from what I’ve seen of your art so far, everything is put in a piece with purpose. But then, a second later, all of it was gone. The shadows came back, the gold was back in his eyes, and the look on his face seemed… pensive…? Like he was conflicted or scolding himself? I can’t fully tell, but he seemed tense.

This all scares me. Because now I know that this blog doesn’t really have a predetermined ending, but that the asks can (and will) sway the fates of the characters—and that makes me nervous. I want what’s best for them, but I don’t know what to do or what’s going on, and I feel like if I say one wrong thing I’ll mess everything up. I’m not scared of Fire anymore. I’m scared of hurting Fire and screwing up his chance (and the chances of others) to be happy. Am I cooking with my theories or am I cooked? I don’t know! I’m stressed! AAAAAA-

TL;DR: Missing Numbers has me in a chokehold—and Fire is just the beginning. Please do continue to post stuff. It’s really good. That’s all my ramblings. Sorry if it was annoying.

Referring to this point in the story.

[hiya everyone!! beings some of you have started discussing and collaborating together for the blog, we've decided to release the theory asks we've gotten from the inbox!

I'll be putting em out in the order we recieved them, oldest to newest. we won't be offering any commentary to confirm or deny how accurate they are, but we figured this would be a nice way to allow cross-referencing with each other's thoughts n speculations if you wanted!

theories/speculation like this will be tagged as #mn theories. have fun, and thank you all for your continued interest in the blog!]

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shipsgaysfordays · 11 months

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Mid Night (Remus POV)

next chapter of although i am broken, my heart is unchanged still

Links to the other chapters here

we’ve got another chapter soon after the last one boyz!!! i’ll be honest that i cried way too much while writing this chapter, so like, be prepared with that knowledge. also, there’s a part of me that’s considering having this be the final chapter. now, i do have more planned. but i wonder if that should maybe be a sequel fic, please let me know in the comments. if y’all agree then i might make some edits to this chapter because i had something planned for the final that could fit in here.

love y’all, again this is really emotional so like be prepared.

Remus POV:

Zer screaming had been going on for a while, ze used to do this when they were kids too, it stopped for a while but it seemed that given all that’s happened these past few years, night terrors returned to plague Sirius and accompany their many other issues.

At first ze tossed and turned, when Remus heard the creaking of the bed he woke. Not too long after the yelps and mumbling began, then full on screaming.

Remus got to his knees to see what was going on. Small tears started in their eyes. He slid onto the bed and next to Sirius. Gently touching zer hand until deciding to firmly grasp the other wizard’s hand in his.

“Shhhh,” Remus pet Sirius’ hair, “it’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay. We’re here for you, I’m…I’m here.” He wiped the sweat from zis forehead. “I’m sorry for it all, I’m here now. I won’t….it’s going to be okay. We care about you, I…I lo–”

Sirius started to stir. Zeir heart quickened.

Remus’ eyes widened. Why, why, why? I’m such an idiot. As gently yet quickly as possible they slipped out from underneath Sirius and back to his spot on the floor, laying on their side, facing the wall rather than the slowly waking person, pretending to be asleep as the weight of Sirius’ stare is crushing and burning all in one. Like a cannonball. Like a meteor. Like a star thrown at his chest.

“Remus,” zis voice was dry, but still able to hold the weight of that one word, hold and hurl it. Hurt and deep, abandoned within seconds. “Remus, come back.”

Silence overtook the room.

“I know you’re awake.”

How, Remus started to wonder, but immediately his question was answered.

“--you snore when you sleep.”

“Come over here, please. I need…no, I….at least turn around, I can’t keep talking to the back of your head.”

Eyes shut tight, Remus rolls over.

“I know I should stop loving you when you obviously don’t–” Sirius started, zis voice resigned with hurt.

“I love you,” Remus interrupted instantly with a whisper.

“–but then I see these pieces of you and…what?” Sirius continued.

“I love you.”

“Again? Still?”

“I don’t know, but I love you.”

“Look at me,” there’s hope in zer voice, hope Remus knows they’re destined to crush, if not now then eventually. It’s got to happen, it always does.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Gone blind all of the sudden?”

“If I look at you, that makes it real. It means I have to switch any lasting hate into love, I have to accept that everything was wrong and I was wrong. And I was wrong. And I hurt you. And lived off hating you. Looking at you means you could trust me again and I could hurt you again,” their eyes are as tight as possible, straining their face, eyebrows arched.

“We’ve both hurt each other, probably will again in small ways, I’d rather you look at me and love me because this is killing me, Moony. Loving you and watching you torture yourself, separate yourself and fragment pieces of you so you’re toned down, it wounds me more than you ever could.”

Remus sighs, sits up, and opens his eyes to see the star with tears glistening down their face from red veined eyes. A mess of curly black hair going everywhere, bedhead that ze was so insecure about as a child. Mouth instantly moving from something else into a small smile.

“See, it wasn’t so hard,” Sirius speaks after a long time of staring into the other man’s eyes.

“It was.”

“Why?”

“I can always see you, you’re always in my mind. And in every single painting and every single photograph I would search for a glimpse of you. And the burden in that, Sirius, is that I would see you, in every stroke of the brush or movement of the trees I would see you,” Remus paused for a moment, and then looked up, “but those images and memories are such a vast difference from now, we’ve both changed.”

“We both still love each other.”

“What if I just forget?”

Sirius’ eyebrows lower, “What?”

“The-the past few years, what if I just obliviate myself and then I’ll be who I was then. I’ll be the person you need, who you all want me to be. Or…forget everything, become a new man, a better one,” Remus whispers the last sentence, an idea for later, for a worse night, for a more desperate and self hating Remus.

“No, no…” Sirius choked out, zer eyes becoming an ocean during a thunderstorm, water spewing out after only 5 minutes of relief. Dehydration would be an issue soon.

“Mary brought up the idea once, early on…I wonder if she would have done it, I wonder if I should have. Just imagine, all of that pain, everything that never happened–gone.”

Sirius crawls across the bed looking like a man on a mission, zey sit on zer knees next to Remus, hands on his shoulders. “No Moony, I love you how you are now. I need you,” Sirius pulls them closer and despite a part of Remus wanting to stay stiff and cold as a statue, he lets himself be moved and clung to, tightly.

“We could be happy, simply happy.”

“We can find our own happiness as ourselves, I love you as you are now, not just some former self.”

“You can love a man who hated you that deeply.”

“You love me?” it was spoken by zem as a look for reassurance.

“I do.”

“Then I can do anything.”

“Your confidence and use of the word anything is frightening, conjures horrifying hilarious pranks on slytherin in my mind.”

Sirius breathes a laugh, “Maybe it’s time for the marauders to come out of retirement.”

“In the morning,” Remus yawns.

“Can I tempt you to bed with me?” Sirius, still clinging onto Remus, started to stand, picking them both up.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of course, I asked the question.”

“...I still can’t.”

...

Soon after Remus fell into the throes of a deep sleep, Sirius lay across the room, listening as best as ze could to the sound of their heartbeat.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar au #wolfstar angst #angsty wolfstar

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depressed-teacup-inc · 2 years

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Destruction is out and boy, this one’s a doozy

Ok review/rant time let’s go motherfuckers, and for simplicity sake, I will be dividing this post into subcategories to make reading this tolerable, because HOLY FUCK SO MUCH HAPPENED.

The season could have ended here… again.

I swear to god this season’s theme might as well be “let’s show you all the ways we can finish this show in one episode using a smart idea, but proceed to beat it to a pulp with a hammer because we need this show to run on forever and ever and never stop EVER” because Ladybug takes Hawkmoth- oh sorry, MoNaRcH, on this entire fucking treasure hunt 5D chess game, ONLY TO FLUB IT IN THE LAST SECOND?!

LIKE BITCH STOP MONOLOGUING I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH OF A GUARDIAN YOU ARE EVEN IF YOU FAILED IN EVERY ASPECT POSSIBLE, BUT NOWS THE TIME TO SHUT UP AND GRAB THE MIRACULOUSES

The Kwamis are also still kinda brat babies, but I forgive them this time because monarch deserved it

Also is the show not aware that they’re pointing out the absurdity of the fucking rooster miraculous by explaining it?! Like bitch if it’s meant to give you powers it’s fucking OP! And Hawkmoth could’ve easily asked for the power to translate the Kwami bubbles into speech and whoops look at that doesn’t contradict other Kwamis HE WINS!!!

And speaking of Hawkmoth…

BITCH YOU LITERALLY WERE FACING LADYBUG!!! I DONT CARE HOW MAGICAL AND STRONG THE FUCKING MASKS ARE, IT TAKES A SINGLE NEURON FOR YOU TO GO “wait a minute. A random girl around ladybug’s age with same hair and eyes and physique conveniently has the first key to the puzzle to find the miraculous. NO ITS THE MOUSE MIRACULOUS LETS GO FIND LADYBUG’S FUCKING ADDRESS”

It’s so… stupid. Again the show starts with a smart idea to look like they’re becoming a sophisticated plot that moves forward, but the characters’ actions are just so idiotic! Like ladybug/Hawkmoth could’ve easily won if they had done the one logical thing anyone else would have done!

Chat noir… is a tool

Real quick y’all Chat Noir has 1:15 minutes of screentime from a 20 something minute episode, and his screentime consists of one scene where he kills it to being a prop for Ladybug’s plan.

Also is it just me? Or is the show really trying to push chat noir into the back? Like I’m still not sure because it’s only been three episodes, but Chat Noir has been entirely downgrade to funny quips, one line that fans will adore and latch onto, and “yes ladybug you’re amazing ladybug you’re ideas are always right ladybug and you’ll always fix everything ladybug despite failing miserably, still betraying my trust and hiding secrets, and being all in all a shit human”

Either way I feel bad for him, you did good baby, now go contemplate how your cataclysm works please don’t use it on yourself

What the fuck is the timeline?!

Ok so when the fuck does this exactly take place?! I know the actual mission is supposed to take place between episode 1 and 2 because of Hawkmoth’s appearance but then why the fuck did they say last episode that there was a time skip where Hawkmoth did nothing?! CLEARLY IF HAWKMOTH WAS CAUGHT LIVE PUTTING A RANDOM GIRL IN A HOSTAGE SITUATION WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF IT?! OR LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR WOULD HAVE ALERTED THE PUBLIC?!

Also if Adrien just cataclysmed Hawkmoth, wouldn’t he have more on his mind then marinette?! Which speaking of, watch Gabe’s cataclysm mark be forgotten until the show needs it ti be relevant again

The show be pretending to have a timeline, but the timeline is as bad as ever✨

Monarch 2.0… ugh.

Listen I’m gonna make a whole ass separate post about the miraculous rings, because this shit is so absurd and breaks every single rule we’ve known about the miraculouses thus far that it needs its own analysis post (I’ll try to put it here if I remember) but long story short, the rings should not be able to work if they were ground up ti powder because of what we know happens when there’s a single crack in a miraculous, and Gabriel’s way of using them with the unity rings is the most bullshit way ever that breaks every rule we’ve known about Kwamis and Miraculouses ever AND IT INFURIATES NE SO FUCKING MUCH

Also Gabe’s new look is fine if it weren’t for those hideously tight pants, and Monarch 2.0 is actually the ugliest design this show have come out with so far

Whew! Now that all that is out, I’m heading to bed! Goodnight!

#ml season 5 #miraculous ladybug #ml rants #ml destruction #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #MoNArCh #I’m legit so tired this season’s theme is the illusion of fan service and bashing good plot ideas in the head #BUT LADYBUG IS THE BEST AND SHE HAS A PLAN EVEN THO SHE HONESTLY JUST NEEDS TO LEARN TO SHUT UP AND GRAB THE MIRACULOUS #adrien agreste

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marveleefan · 2 years

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hi everyone! this is my first marvel fan fic and my english is not my first languages so please be nice haha :,D

this is a tickle fic, sooo if you don’t like those kind of things, bye bye ;)

also warning: a bit of cursing

you’re feeling sad today, don’t worry your brother loki always know how to cheer you up

Ler!Loki, Lee!femalereader

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“She’s just a friend” said your boyfriend, y/b/n, who was standing in front of your door

“Since when do friends kiss each other ?” you asked almost crying, you couldn’t take this anymore, it was like the third that in a month that he said this

“Y/n c’mon it’s not a big deal”

“oh shut up y/b/n, just go, and never come here again. please. ”

“Y/n…” he didn’t even looked that sad, he just seem bored actually that you didn’t want anything with him anymore, but he deserved this. it was too much

“GET THE F*CK OUTTA HERE” you scream, now with tears falling down your cheeks

“Geez, okay bye” you shut the door and went as fast as you can in your room,

and by how stressed you didn’t see that loki was there he saw you run to room, he wanted to come directly to your room and comfort you but he thought it would be better to let you have some peace for 5 minutes

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“knock knock, it’s me” loki knocked at your door in a playful voice hoping it would make you at least smile

“leave me alone, i know you saw everything” you were lying in your bed, on your stomach still crying, but not as much as before

“i’m sorry for all this, i know how much it hurts sweetheart..” it was maybe the first time he called you like this

you turned to face him and gave him a hug, and started crying again on his shoulder..for at least 5 minutes

“i don’t understand why nobody wants me, i mean i’m not that mean right ? i try to be as nice as i can” these words really hurt him, even if he didn’t show you this everyday you meant to world to him and hearing you say all those bad thing about you destroyed him.

“hey young lady, don’t ever think that you’re not nice, what that boy think about you does. not. matter. okay ?” he was sincere, it was rare that he talked to you like this, he was more the type of making fun of you all day

“mhm” nodding to him as a yes, with a fake smile on your face

“now this is not a real smile darling” you smiled again and he did a fake disappointed face, he started brushing his fingers on your sides

“lohoki stohop ” you started giggling but not to much.

“stop ? stop what darling ?” he was now spidering softly all your belly area. even is this weren’t rough tickles it was driving you crazy

“thihckhlihng mheheh” you started to blush so much you didn’t why everytime you said that words it was just so awkward, maybe it was cuz you actually liked it…

“hey sweetie why are you blushing, is it the word tickle that makes that effect…awn look how red you are, Tickle tickle tickle..” he was now with one hand on your armpit, and one still spidering over your belly, how did he know that this would still make you go crazy, i mean he was your brother but it has been a long long long time since he tickled you

“mmh i’m going to check if those little feets are still as ticklish as they were” sh*t, even tho it has been years since you’re last tickle fight you knew it that your feet were still your death spot.

and in a second he was already tickling your little ticklish soles

“hahahHAHAHA NOHOOH NOHOT MY FEHEHET”

“Cootchie Cootchie coo sweetie..” he said smirking at you, you started to become red, but not because of how awkward it was but because you needed a break

“okay okay i’ll let you breath hahaha” he said while laughing a bit, and he pulled to a hug

you even had forgotten what happend with your boyfriend and you really felt better even if it was rough at the end..

“feeling better princess ?” you nodded and hugged him tighter.

“loki ?”

“yes sweetheart ?”

“can we cuddle ?” you felt so awkward for asking this but you needed it

“ofc my dear come here”

i hope y’all liked it, and feel free to ask me some request!!

#tickles #tickles fic #tickle #ler!loki #lee!reader #lee!sisterreader #loki brother #tickles imagine #tickle community #tickle fluff #marvel tickle #mcu tickle

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juipterjim · 2 years

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MIKEY AU PART 3

*real quick, I just wanna say thank y’all so so much for being patient with me. Like I said in my update post, it was kinda struggling trying to figure out where I wanted to take this. But I got through the writers block 🥳. Again, please let me know what you think in the comments and without further ado, let’s get into it....🤪*

Sometime earlier…

Mikey’s POV

I’ve never been able to fully tap into my power like that ever. It took a lot out of me. Lying crippled on the ground, the pain was shooting like darts around my body. It hurts to even move an inch.

Repeatedly screaming in pain, I hunch over and curl myself into a ball, hoping that it would ease the pain. I’m just really glad my brothers aren’t here to see me like this. They already have enough going on with the whole krang ordeal, this would only worry them tenfold. Suddenly, I heard loud metallic footsteps slowly approaching me. I squint my eyes from the brightness of his one glowing eye from the top of his armor.

My stomach felt immediate pressure as his foot was on top of it. I gasped. This is it. My 15 years of living are ending at this very moment. I can feel the tears dwelling inside me and pouring out of my eyes before I can do anything about it.

“ AGAIN… STRENGTH ALWAYS PREVAILS” it explains again in a mock tone. I try to utter a response, but instead, blood gurgles out of my throat and onto my plastron. It smirks in satisfaction after seeing that. “You’re the smallest of the group. You’re cowering into your shell. Tell me… what do you HONESTLY THINK YOU can do? Your so-called BROTHERS thought they could handle my power and look at where they are now” it boasted with complete arrogance.

I grunted with retaliation and threw my arms around for the closest debris I could find. With one of my arms landing on a rock, I quickly took it and chucked it at its face which was at his body. It screams in pain and I use that time to give myself space between it.

“ Do… you ever…shut up?...” I remarked trying to catch my breath.

It looks at me in shock but then shifts into its threatening stare. “...I’ll admit that was impressive…but you won't have that luck again” I glared at him, once again taking out my nunchucks and getting into a battle stance. But before I jump in I quickly turn on my communicator.

“...Guys…I don’t really have a whole lot of time left…so I just wanted to tell you guys one thing before I go…”

Everyone’s POV

Present

Our whole world stops when we all hear that sentence from Raph's communicator while arguing about what we should do. His eyes widened in shock, April doing the same but covering her mouth along with the action. Leo’s whole body tensed, and Donnie looked distant like he was staring into space. Ten long seconds passed and his chest was rising and falling at an irregular rate, not sure how to process all of these overwhelming emotions. Splinter just couldn’t maintain his emotions as a father and the tears were pouring uncontrollably like a river. Everyone has one train of thought: We did NOT just hear my little brother/son say that

“ WHAT?!?!?-”

“MIKEY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!-”

“ WE CAN FIND A WAY TO GET TO YOU!!!-”

“AIN’T NO WAY YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW?!?!?!-”

“MASTER MICHELANGELO!! NO!!!!!-”

“MY SON! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS?!?!?!?-”

“....guys stop yelling… and hear me out.. please”

The silence was deafening as they all stopped talking.

“... thank you. Now the krang is too tough for me, so I’m gonna use my trump card on it. I mean if Casey jr. said future me could do it, then I gotta try. I just wanna say that I love all of you guys so so much. Leo, I’ve always looked up to you and I know you’re going to do just fine as a leader. Casey jr. practically admires you bro so that’s a good sign. Keep being the face man for the group. Raph, keep being that big softie that I’ve always loved. I’ve always admired how you watch over all of us. I can’t even imagine the pressure you feel from that, so I’m sorry for causing you hard times. And all those times when you were being overprotective, though it could be a bit much sometimes, I’ve always secretly loved it cause it showed how you have a big heart. Never lose that okay?”

Everyone was either sobbing or just silent, all of this was crashing on them and it was too much to bear. Throughout his speech, they noticed that Mikey's voice was breaking a little as if he was crying.

“And Donnie…gosh Donald, I love how you always get so lost in your tech as you’re venting to me about it. Even though I usually have no idea what most of the words you use mean, It always makes me happy to see you happy with doing something you love. I know it’s hard for you to express your feelings, but please promise me that you’ll keep trying. Remember the lessons I gave you as Dr.Feelings. The family loves you so much and can help you with that. Thank you for being an older sister to me April. I’ll never forget you and the fun times we had together. Watch over future boy too. He’s gonna need you guys”

“And dad..” Mikey's voice broke even more. “Thank you for raising me and for giving me a family in the first place. Just know that I’ve always appreciated you. All of you guys will always hold a special place in my heart.” a laugh escaped from the communicator. Always watch over each other…. then it went static.

utter silence.

one…

two…

three…

four…

“guys…just WHAT DOES HE PLAN ON DOING?!?!? WHAT DID HE MEAN BY CASEY JR SAYING FUTURE HIM COULD DO THAT?!?! ” April questioned though her expression looked panicked.

It went silent for a few seconds and then Donnie's facial expression went from distant to paralyzing fear.

“No…no no NO! Micheal, you better NOT be doing what I think you’re going to do!!” Donnie screamed.

“Donnie, what are you talking about?” Leo questioned.

“Remember when we were in the turtle tank and Casey jr. explained what Mikey will do in the future?!?!”

“What? What are you talking abou-” he cuts off. His eyes widen in shock as the realization crashes on him HARD leaving the already tense atmosphere amplified tenfold. Everyone else was intently listening to the new information that was shared.

“No…you don’t think he’s gonna…”

“YES LEONARDO!! HE’S GOING TO USE WHAT HE CALLS HIS “MYSTIC HANDS!!!” Donnie just let go of the very little sanity he had left in him.

“ …Purple… What do you mean by “mystic hands?” Splinter questioned.

“It’s..um…this mystic ability Mikey unlocks in the future where… he can open a portal…and…” Donnie struggled to find the right way to explain this drastic news.

“What’s going to happen to him, Donnie?” Raph questioned warily.

“...He’s…going to lose his own life just by opening it.”

*stay tuned for part 4 🙃

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fandom #agnst #mikeyau #tmnt fandom #tmnt2022 #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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Someone with depression: diagnosed with usually incurable chronic depression

Someone Not A Doctor But Definitely In The Know About Mental Health On Fb: some people are just miserable and depressing on purpose, they’re just behaving this way for fun, they do this for the sake of irritating ✨Me✨, because I can’t handle anyone being #Negative around me or anyone else’s emotions and won’t just stop following those peoples posts anyway, and I hate acknowledging mental health disorders are real! This is for Attention as we all know I mean sorry me and my poor 2 friends I’ve blackmailed into smiling around me and being cheerful when they’re not, but yaa this bad vibe is just for Attention, like all my posts are too bye check out that last selfie I spend 5 hours putting makeup on for to get the attention of 4 likes~ but that’s not the point. You are to blame for staying in an abusive relationship too, and for your PTSD flashbacks liek why don’t you just Stop Thinking! Don’t take drugs though bc I’ll boycott u for bottling it up as wellllll even though I made you feel you had to. You’re making yourself miserable, idc if I have no idea how abuse can work it’s Your fault why don’t you just become homeless to leave an abusive household since you can’t afford to move by yourself somewhere which need 4 working adults to pay rent for a box flat!!! ~ honestly I’m fed up with humans feeling sad in any way too, crying, etc. and naturally having low moods they can’t change due to chemicals in their brain which they have less or more of which are out of their control because well, party pooper, and rather than doing things which keep my own spirits up and just saying I can’t be an emotional support option right now because I have my own things going on I am able to control sharing or not to the degree I want, I’ll just totally lay tf into someone for feeling those things, which is unnecessary and makes people hide how they are from friends for fear of rejection and attack and result in serious damage to future relationships and dynamics because they now have an unhealthy relationship with allowing themselves to feel anything publicly or tell themselves it’s shameful to the point where they can’t cry in front or a partner or share emotions with people they love and maybe even end in death. I’m not going to acknowledge anyone who’s been through anything bad which is keeping them this way and won’t acknowledge they may not of healed yet or be ready as trauma takes a long time to receive from, y’all just a nuisance for not being happy for ✨my✨ sake all of the time. And don’t dare post about it to your own social media, posts that are nothing directly to do with me nor which I’m obligated to read, and lower my mood on purpose when I could just unfollow but I suppose I personally can’t change the situation myself though it’s just a follow button and simply must lacerate your entire being for trying to tell someone, anyone, on your own place of safety, that you’re in desperate need of support from someone which doesn’t have to be me because I want to pretend I’m always happy and never miserable for whatever reason.

Someone with depression: … I said I was struggling today, that is all, in order to feel better instead of bottling it up. Wait, why are you friends on purpose with someone who’s depressed when you feel like this? Perhaps you’re just staying reading all my stuff on purpose to stay angry because you could make a change if you wanted to and mute posts. If every pill tried worked instantly, I’d be cured in a day. If therapy was easy to get in 2 seconds, the potential year long sessions would be over by now. If people weren’t forced to bottle it up unnaturally or get met with anger and manipulation to shut up entirely, we might actually start feeling better. Because no person with depression has once ever only known people that wanted them to be allowed to express the feelings safely rather than bottling it up and hurting themselves more, no matter how many supportive people there are there’s plenty who wish for people with mental health to just stifle it or blackmail them with emotional punishment at their most vulnerable if they do appear less than 100% happy or “atypical” all of the time, and that’s the cold hard truth.

The FB Depresion Doctr: If it’s a sad number 1 song about trauma and pain by Taylor Swift though omggg yaasss queeeeeeEEEEE, gonherr for coming out about it she’ssostrong *cries listening to it every time but it’s ok when they’re sad (it actually is ok I’m just speaking in terms of they think that’s fine only)*

#depression is such a big killer and so many people AID IT #in the sense of either accidentally on purpose making people feel worse for expressing it or anything to do with it #depression is real #depression awareness #depression kills #depression #depression is the worst #depression is a bitch #ableism #this doesn’t count for people emotionally blackmailing you to constantly listen to them and hurt yourself mentally or they’ll die btw #mental health awareness #mental health #mental health is hard #chronic depression #depression cw

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sxbrinalogan · 2 years

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Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers “so i will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door...if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon. you are sick and you’re married and you might be dying, but you’re holding me like water in your hands. when you saw the dead little bird you started crying, but you know the killer doesn’t understand.”

I will simply always jump on the chance to talk about this song so HERE I AM. This song is about giving all of yourself to someone who doesn’t give you half as much back. Sabrina would have done ANYTHING for Bertram and he literally got her stabbed. She felt like he was holding her so carefully, but really she was slipping through the cracks all along.

Dear John - Taylor Swift “you’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who ‘don’t understand’ and i’ll look back and regret how i ignored when they said ‘run as fast as you can’...you are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry. never impressed by me acing your tests. all the girls that you’ve run dry, have tired lifeless eyes ‘cause you burned them out... don’t you think i was too young to be messed with?”

Alright this song destroys me on a good day, but here we are anyway. All I can think about is some secretary or something that saw Bertram do the same thing he did to Sabrina a thousand times and warned her and she blew it off because she was too heart eyes for him. Bertram jerked her around constantly, but she was always blaming herself for it. Now that she can see the full picture, she understands that he was the one at fault the whole time.

All Too Well (10 Minute Version) - Taylor Swift “they say all’s well that ends well, but i’m in a new hell every time you double cross my mind. you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine and that made me want to die. the idea you had of me, who was she? a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel who’s shine reflects on you... just between us did the love affair maim you too? ‘cause in this city’s barren cold, i still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell. i remember it all too well.”

Y’all are gonna hate me for this... but I think there’s a tiny part of Sabrina that will always love Bertram (sorry West) even after all the hell he put her through. She can’t help but remember when things seemed so good between them, and she’s desperate to know if any of it was even real. Did their breakup hurt him as much as it hurt her, or was she as disposable to him as she felt?

Villain - Maisie Peters “now i’m drunk and i’m mean outside your house and you said this is getting ridiculous now, please i don’t need reminding...blacked out, babe and i can’t shut up. whole town’s gonna here how you messed me up. you don’t wanna know? well that’s too bad. yeah, i’m out my mind and i said some shit, but i miss you more than i meant any of it. and isn’t that just sad?”

The self-para that never was. Bertram never actually broke things off with Sabrina, he just changed the locks on their shared apartment in Grape. She showed up at his house drunk off her ass, pounding on his door and screaming for him to face her. His husband called her father to come pick her up (because he’s NICE IN MY HEAD and him and Sabrina get BRUNCH every other Thursday now). Back then she would have taken him back in a second, and she feels not so great about that!

#cusastart

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bananaapplewaffle · 1 year

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Archon Quest Interlude Chapter: Act III: Inversion of Genesis

I’ve seen the warning signs that Paimon is in fact worse in this…

Good Luck to me, Charlie.

Place your guesses now in the replies.

Okay uh

We’ve got someone from Inazuma who sounds british

I really like his voice

OH NO

ITTO WANDERER ARE THE SAME FR

I really, really, really, need these two to meet.

Niwa? That’s an important something but good god I can only remember because of Dango

WAIT

IS THAT NOT HIM?

IT IS HIM

BUT NOT THE ONE I THOUGHT

(Not me starting right when dinner was done, chile let this cutscene finish then I’m taking a break)

WELL THAT’S A BIT OF A NAIL ON THE HEAD

I ain’t reading all dat

I AIN’T READING ALL DAT

HELLO???

MANS IS JUST WALKING THE STREETS

Sometimes you gotta stretch your legs

Anyway, I’m back.

Had some tacos and finished some TWST stuff

Paimon he’s literally right there

Please excuse, Paimon.

She’s not house trained.

He’s gonna what?

Honestly?

Head empty, no thoughts

Not him side-stepping over saying that he wants to die

I mean…she literally made a deal with Dottore so

Not surprising

Damn, tossed away like Woody

Head on hands

I should not be this surprised

Or is it excitement

I can’t tell

HUH??

Started talking to a friend and my ass was not listening

Anyway, yeah we’re looking for Aether

Literally what the hell is happening

Bitch

WHOOP ZONED OUT AGAIN

Sorry, we are theorizing

…This looks a bit like Mona’s thing

This is also reminiscent to what we seen with Makoto and the tree

Kinda sad that the tree isn’t huge and I wish there was like techno like effects

But I guess I’ll see!

WAIT

SO THIS IS YGGDRASIL???

AND IF WE STRAY OFF THE PATH WE DIE

GIRL IS THIS GOD OF WAR????

GIRL WHAT IS HAPPENING

Girl let me see an actual way point

Girl I was listening and zoned out

But tbh all of my Tatarasuna knowledge is fuzzy, so no wonder

Not surprised that he knows we’ve telepathically gabbing

Okay wait

Nahida said that my brother was in Irminsul

And now its taking you some real digging to find anything

HUH

ANONYMOUS DATA???

Some shit is about to go down y’all

And now I’m thinking

His Character Teaser was a little more on the real than we thought

Will we get faces to these voices

NEVERMIND

WE’RE GETTING TRAUMA

PAIMON SHUT UP

AYO HE GOT A MODEL!

But who are we?

He sounds familiar…but that could be from another piece of media.

Hmmmm ion who he is exactly, but he is from Fontaine

…

Oh, I see what’s about to happen here.

I see he has it on him.

I feel like Niwa knows.

Some kind of miasma?

Oh my god his ponytail is the same?

Hold up

Oh, it's her….

DON’T TURN YOUR BACK DUMMY

NOOOOOOO

GOD DAMNIT

AND THERE IT IS

BACK MEAT EXPOSED

HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO EXPOSE SOMEONE, TELL THEM YOUR PLAN, AND THEN TURN YOUR BACK, WHEN YOU CLEARLY SAW THE KNIFE STRAPPED ON THEM

WAIT

WHERE ARE YOU FROM THEN

OH SHIT

DATA

WHAT

ITS THE FUCKING DOCTOR

WHAT

OH THIS IS FUCKED UP

THIS IS REAL FUCKED UP

So…..

How you holding up?

Oh baby he going sicko mode

Also ENG that second Dettore was supposed to be a loud ass yell, you know the one.

All the fury, rage, sadness all that

…Yeah…no one has ever deceived you, Paimon

But will she deceive us

OH MY GOD

Oh..so now we just ge to listen to him be angry

Okay but what about Aether????

We’re about to talk about the sky being fake, aren’t we?

OH BABY WE’RE TALKING ABOUT KHAENRI’AH

Y’ALL KNOW I LOVE ME SOME KHAENRI’AH LORE

…What?

Are you saying that the gacha has an importance story-wise

WHAT?

HE LIVED IN KHAENRI’AH AND KNEW THE JESTER

Girl we not finna fight

Oh?

Private convo huh

Oh its even more private now that its telepathic convo

OH MY FUCKING GOD

I THINK IM RIGHT ABOUT THE TEASER

GOD DAMNIT

OH MY FUCKEN GOD

Funny that he says he doesn’t like insects

And there’s a ladybug on my tv rn

I FUCKEN CALLED IT

HE FUCKING DID IT

THAT’S WHY IN THE TRAILER THEY DIDN’T RECOGNIZE HIM

BECAUSE HE ERASED HIMSELF FROM IRMINSUL

…Hmmmm

YEP

I KNEW IT

THE MACHINE IS UP

Once again, I was not reading all that

So…Nahida…Does “The Balladeer” mean anything to you

WAIT

DOES THIS MEAN WE TOLD HER ABOUT

THE GREATER LORD

Okay no, we’re keeping this to ourselves

For now

Checking the Irminsul Database please hold

Knowledge Cube!

Because technically that’ not directly about The Balladeer

WHAT

SO YOU CAN HIDE INFORMATION

OH LAWD WHAT IS EVERYONE COOKING

STORY TIME

Okay its all coming together

NOOOOOO

KITTY SCARA NOOOOOOO

Hmmm…WAIT

THE WORLD RETURNING TO DARKNESS

ONCE AGAIN

I AM ON MY KNEES

Y’ALL NEED TO PLAY KINGDOM HEARTS

Hmmmm the shape of the red glow in his eyes…interesting

AND THEY DON’T

THEY DIDN’T REMEMBER HIM IN THE FUCKING TEASER

Okay Sora

Wait…not Sora

Ion but some KH character would say some shit like that

OH MY FUCKING GOD

EI’S VOICELINE ABOUT KUNIKUZUSHI IS FUCKING GONE

Now I gotta look at everything

Is he gonna be in the Bazaar?

OH MY THIS BITCH

NOT A STEALTH MISSION

Oh! It’s not!

Does that mean that he knows that we’re following him?

Yep, also—

The fucking golden feather

Oh she’s got her little terminal up

Oh girl

Kingdom hearts

I feel like

This is where forbidden knowledge comes in

The party is Lumine, Wanderer, Raiden Shogun and Barbara

Damn…they were infected.

Damn this is tragic as fuck.

OOP BABY THE ROOM IS RED

AYO

JESTER SCARA TALK

Oh we’re back in this room

Oh look!

Dead people!

Damn yeah Signora did seem like the bitch to say some outta pocket shit like that

But she never attended…

Next up is—

Ah…

Yeah this is crazy

WAIT WHAT

SO HE WAS HEAVILY EXPERMINETED ON AND TORTURED

THEN THEY TOSSED HIM INTO THE ABYSS

WHAT

Are we gonna see what happened after he fell

WAIT

BITCH

WAS DANGO ONCE AGAIN RIGHT

THEY ACTUALLY HAD SOME SORT OF CONVERSATION

OH MY GOD

DANGO NEVER MISSES

I know what this means

Yeah we’re gonna have to put you asleep for about a year but don’t worry and don’t forget

Thank Naminé.

God I’m just

How is he going to get this vision

And did Venti have a part in it

Or rather what parts

Oh my god

The whole truth

A CUTSCENE

IM SITTING UP

OH SHIT

NOT AGAIN

QUEEN SHIT

PAIMON SHUT THE FUCK UP

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHAT THE FUCK????

AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HE WIPED A TEAR AWAY YOU CAN’T TELL ME SHIT

WAIT

Huh…his signature weapon doesn’t appear when he’s attacking

He’s back btw

Yeah, so the world has still forgotten him

Thinking about the rest of my tacos

Pretty stoked

AAA

He keeps going in and out

Lumine, standing there knowing good and well someone else has to do it for you

WAIT

HIS NAME WON’T ACTUALLY BE WANDERER IN GAME AFTER I NAME HIM

GIRL

I'M SCARED

NOW I REALLY GOTTA GET SERIOUS

After some consideration

I’ve decided to name him Vega.

A fallen star who attempted to cast himself out of the false sky.

But returned alongside the light to reclaim what was always his own.

Aka

Aether is the sky

Lumine is the light

Paimon has been alluded to being the moon

So, he’s the stars.

God that took like 30 minutes.

“Are you sure?”

Ion man let me spend another 30 minutes doing that

AND THUS

Vega was born.

OH MY GOD WAIT

IM SO SMART

HE REALLY WAS A FALLING STAR BECAUSE I WISHED FOR HIM AND HE CAME TO ME

LUMINE

THE LIGHT

OUT FROM THE SKY

AAAAAAAAAA

I picked the best name, NOBODY CAN SAY SHIT TO ME

Oh the Fatui? Yeah we gon link up for that one.

Ion about all that

I did not just give you a name, just for you to die

You will live.

That is your punishment.

Girl look at the fanfic writer in me just saying shit

I’m not gonna lie, I’m like so excited that I see his name there

Look at what I did y’all!

I did that!

My dog is trying to sleep and I’m about to go get this tacos.

So sorry my beloved

…So before—

WHO THE FUCK

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS IS RHINEDOTTIR

OR THE CRYO ARCHON

OR ANOTHER DESCENDER

(Hello it's me from the after-writing this! Yeah, pretty sure it's Mona's Teacher actually)

…Y’all we are still not done with Sumeru’s story what the fuck is going on

Yeah, you can’t really trust your eyes since things can be changed.

But…

Anyway…that’s that on that.

He’s also still erased from everyone’s voicelines.

#waffle plays #waffle plays genshin #genshin 3.3

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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All The Good Dreams

A/n this one is based on a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera who requested a fic where General Kirigan has been dreaming of the reader for as long as he can remember and that’s one of his few reasons to smile and the reader has been having the same kinds of dreams about him and when they meet they just know.

This one is being written in third person bc it’s the only way I can see this fic being done but I’m a little insecure about writing in third person so be gentle lol

Also a little personal update I’ve been working on my original novel and it’s coming together y’all!!

ALEKSANDER.

The morning sunlight seems to only come to take her from him, peaking through the curtains and stirring him awake and away from his dreams. Aleksander keeps his eyes closed for a moment longer, trying to will her features to remain in his mind. She had looked more angelic in last night’s dream, dressed in all white and watching him with an adoration he doubted real life could duplicate.

The girl has haunted his dreams like a ghost of promise since before he began to change the world. Since before anything in his life was solidified. He lets out a sigh, something similar to a smile playing at his lips. Thinking of her would not bring her to him, if he could manifest her, she’d be by his side right now. He has things to do, duties and obligations that will bring his final goal closer. Each day is a step closer to victory, and each night brings the promise of dreams. The promise of her.

Y/N.

“Y/n.” The voice is gentle and distant. “Y/n,” a little harsher. “Wake up, you’ll be late.”

Fighting against grogginess, y/n wakes up, eyes squinting open. “What time is it, Danna?”

“Late.” Danna’s reply is curt as she steps away from y/n’s cot. “I thought you were awake already and then I came in to look for my boots and you were still asleep with that ridiculously peaceful look.” Danna paces around the room. “You must have been dreaming of your prince again?”

Y/n feels her skin warm. “He’s not a prince!” It’s a weak defense. “I regret telling you that almost every time I dream I see the same man.”

Danna drops down, grabbing her worn boots and pulling them on quickly. “You’re making me believe in soulmates, l/n.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, sitting up and placing her feet on the ground at her own leisure. “It’s nothing like that--I’m not even sure he exists.”

Lacing her shoes, Danna narrows her eyes at y/n. “Sure.” Y/n opens her mouth to protest, but Danna beats her to it, “If you need to argue with me, do it while getting dressed, we can’t be late today--General Kirigan’s visiting this camp for the first time and I doubt he’d appreciate being interrupted by a non-Grisha medic.”

At that, y/n wrinkles her nose, but she stands anyway. “Ugh...Grisha.” She walks towards her uniform. “They can get away with anything and I hear Kirigan’s the worst of all of them because he’s in the same order as the Black Heretic that began all of this.” Y/n pauses, crossing her arms. “And it’s ridiculous that the army even needs non-Grisha medics. Healers exist and they should not be primarily reserved for other Grisha who rarely get injured, especially to the extent that the rest of us do.”

“I know, y/n, but don’t speak like that until the General is gone.” Danna draws her lips into a thin line. “And hurry up before you get us both in trouble.”

Y/n lets out a sigh. “Go ahead without me, I’ll catch up.”

Danna eyes her friend wearily. “Alright, worse comes to worse I’ll try to cover for you.”

“You won’t need to.” Y/n isn’t sure she believes herself. “I’ll be there.”

Danna pulls on her second boot, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t really believe you.” She stands easily. “But knowing you, you’ll talk yourself out of any trouble the way you always do.”

“I do not always talk myself out of trouble.”

Turning to leave, Danna pauses, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. If she had more time to argue with Danna she would take it. But she doesn’t. She’s quick to get dressed, thoughts of the mysterious stranger from her dreams keeping her company. Last night he seemed more tired than normal, a crease between his dark eyebrows as he sat by her side. A part of her she keeps buried worries about him. It’s ridiculous, to concern yourself over a figment of comfort your mind created for you.

By the time y/n’s changed, she knows she doesn’t have much time to get to her station. She’s rushing out of her tent, one boot still untied. The medic bag she slings over her shoulder swings as she jogs towards the medical tent. Today the camp is hectic, everyone desiring to appear efficient and reliable for General Kirigan. It’s all ridiculous to Y/n. General Kirigan will never be impressed by them. If he’s revered even among Grisha, Y/n can’t imagine the superiority complex that man must possess.

Her eyes scan the soldiers and workers she knows so well, each of them behaving so differently than normal. There is no friendly chatter this morning, no casual banter. There is only the business of war.

Y/n watches the people she knows, so focused on their nerves that she barely registers the person she crashes into. “Sorry!” The apology leaves Y/n on instinct. Her bag falls off her shoulder, gauze and antiseptic falling onto the ground on impact. Y/n bends down instantly, beginning to pick up her supplies. She mentally curses herself for being so easily distracted and not properly shutting her bag this morning. “Everything’s so hectic today and I was running late and I just--I have no idea how I didn’t see you.” She drops her supplies back into her bag. “I guess it’s a good thing they keep me off the battlefield and in the medical tents.”

Reaching for the last of her supplies, Y/n’s eyes land on the shoes of the person she just crashed into. They’re leather. The fine kind of leather meant for marble halls, not trekking through the unknown. Y/n’s mouth goes dry as the possibility of the graveness of her mistake sets in her mind. She exhales slowly, daring to look upwards as she closes her bag.

When her eyes meet those of the stranger, she is left with no choice but to gape. She’s not staring because she’s now at the mercy of General Kirigan. She’s not staring because nothing could have prepared her for his beauty. She’s staring because she knows that face. She knows those sharp features and steady eyes.

His lips are slightly parted. Y/n is struck with the odd thought that perhaps he too has words wedged into his throat.

“It’s you.” The whisper leaves her faintly.

The words seem to unfreeze Kirigan, his expression moving from shocked to stoic. “Excuse me?”

Awkward regret floods through Y/n. She drops her head downwards, desperate to escape the power of his gaze. “General Kirigan.” She uses her words as a way to dismiss the emotions her chest seems to be brimming with as she stands. He’s not the man from her dreams. That’s impossible. “I apologize for my inappropriate behavior an--”

“No, no,” he shakes his head once. Y/n bites her tongue at his dismissal. “You said ‘it’s you.’”

Embarrassment knots her stomach. “I just hadn’t realized that I ran into you, General. I--I knew you were coming today, but I wasn’t expecting to see you much less like this.”

Kirigan’s eyes seem to be nothing more than inviting pools of kindling emotion. So familiar yet so distinct. He can’t be the man from her dreams. The man from her dreams must be nothing more than a composition of traits she finds generally attractive. General Kirigan just happens to possess those features. That explanation is the only thing that keeps Y/n’s feet rooted to the ground, but the longer she looks at him the more that explanation loses its strength. There’s just something so knowing behind his expression, so specific to the face that she’s only seen while asleep.

Tearing his gaze away to scan the area, Kirigan reaches forward, placing a hand on Y/n’s arm. The touch leaves Y/n warmer than it should. Maybe that’s why she lets him lead her forward, ducking into an empty medical tent. She keeps hold of her bag as he turns, his eyes full of something dark and unknown. But not angry, Y/n notes, no, not angry. The look is too peaceful for rage, perhaps even hopeful.

“When you looked at me…” He exhales, voice low and sacred, “You said ‘it’s you’.” Y/n can only blink, still mesmerized by something so foreign and familiar all at once. “Do you know me?”

In his urgency, Kirigan’s hold on Y/n’s arm becomes more assured. Something in Y/n wants to pry herself free in order to prove to herself that she’s capable of resisting his drawl. But his touch is not to trap her, the look in his eyes tells her that. His touch is pleading--desperate and hopeful.

“Everyone knows you,” when Y/n finally finds her voice, she is not convinced it is her own.

The corners of Kirigan’s mouth fall downwards, something in him threatening to deflate. “I meant--have you seen me before?” The question is not one Y/n is too willing to answer. How could she tell this strange man, this general she was convinced she’d dislike on some fundamental level while never speaking to him, that she knows him? She knows him like she knows her own beginning. “Because I’ve seen you.”

Y/n can’t help the way her eyes widen. This doesn’t mean anything, she warns herself, he could have seen her walking. “I didn’t see you, that--that’s why I ran into you--”

“No, you’re avoiding the question.” Her face is warmer than it was when Danna was teasing her this morning. It’s warmer than it’s ever been. “Because you’ve experienced it as well.”

The swelling in her chest is overwhelming. “Experienced what?”

Kirigan eyes the entrance to the tent once more, confirming that no one is approaching. “All of the good dreams,” he exhales, “They have been of you.”

Y/n can’t help the way everything in her melts. She’s not insane. She’s not projecting something dangerous onto the Shadow Summoner. “I see you in my dreams always.”

Slowly, he releases his grip on her arm. Watching her like she might be a mirage, Kirigan raises his hand, brushing his knuckles along Y/n’s cheek. She lets him, holding her breath until his hand falls back to his side. A part of Kirigan expected the girl to be a trick of the light, something that his touch would reveal to be a fallacy. But she remains true, watching him with eyes the size of saucers.

“How long I’ve been waiting for you, you’ll never know.” His voice is as heavy as a lament.

Y/n feels her back straighten slightly on instinct, desperate to pass whatever scrutiny is being passed over her. “How--how does this happen? How do two strangers dream of each other for so long and...”

Something knowing colors his smile a shade of ambitious green. “What is your name?”

“Y/n.”

Kirigan’s minds flit through lifetimes worth of faint memories. The girl laughing, the girl teary eyed, the girl embodying all the stars he’ll never have, the girl representing all he needs. Y/n. There’s finally a name to her.

“Y/n,” the name is a gift. Kirigan pulls a ring from his fingers before grabbing Y/n’s arm. Too lost in a strange euphoria, she lets him pull her arm forward before pressing his ring into her skin. Her brow furrows as he begins to guide the metal down her skin. That slight confusion quickly turns to total shock as a thread of light begins to spindle down her skin, following the path he’s creating with the ring. “You and I are going to change the world.”

General Taglist: @theincredibledeadlyviper @grishaverse7 @lonelystarship @mentally-in-northern-italy @uhanddreag @kaitlyn2907

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Better Than Your Pillow

Hey guys! There was an anon that asked for a little more sub!neville as a cure for their blues, and I couldn’t resist. Sub!neville is chicken soup for the soul. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Requested: Ye

Anonymous Requested: i need more sub neville. i’m so sad

Warnings: Pillow humping, mild voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, mild praise kink, sub!neville, dom!reader, swearing

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If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. Neville. Your sweet, shy, ever awkward Neville curled over his pillow, humping it with the desperation of a dog in heat. All while spilling the filthiest fantasies into the open air. Every one of them revolving around you. In your shock, all you could do was take it in. And you couldn’t say you minded. He was really putting on a good show.

“(Y/N)! Fuck, I’ll be your good boy!” he cried, fisting his sheets like they were the only things keeping him steady.

“I’ll be so good! Use me however you want. Please, I want you to!” he babbled. His hips shifted faster, maybe imagining your reply. You certainly knew what it would be.

You took a step further into the room, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb the scene in front of you. It was everything you’d ever hoped for—the amalgamation of every wet dream you’d ever had wrapped up in a pretty bow. Well, in an argyle sweater vest, actually. Leaning against the bedpost, you let his sheer want wash over you. It was heavy and searing but more perfect than you ever could have imagined. And from there, you could see his face. The way his mouth gaped open, chest heaving with every sound out of him and his eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of pleasure your phantom self was giving him. It made you wonder what he’d look like if he got the real thing. You couldn’t believe Neville hadn’t noticed you yet. Then again, he was too busy talking to hear your own labored breaths.

“Do anything you want to me! Please, I’m yours. Your little slut to play with! Tie me up and play with me until you’re satisfied!” he begged.

“If that’s what you want.” The words slipped out of your mouth completely unbidden.

“(Y/N)?!” he squeaked.

“You were late to our study session,” you said.

“I-I’m so sorry. Merlin, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Let me just p-put my trousers on an-and I’ll be there in a minute,” he rambled, scrambling into a sitting position with the pillow doing very little to conceal his flushed, dripping cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth, “It looked like you were just getting to the good bit.”

“Please don’t tease me,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Who’s teasing?” you asked, feeling a smile curling at the corner of your mouth.

“Why can’t the castle just swallow me whole and put me out of my misery?” he said miserably. It was like he hadn’t heard you.

“Who’s teasing, Nev? I’m interested,” you said.

“I-Interested?” he sputtered, head shooting up.

“Mm-hmm, I’d love to help you out. If you want me to, that is. If not, I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened,” you offered.

Blinking at you with big, slightly unsure eyes, Neville let his pillow slip off his lap. He wanted to. You could tell that much. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body was leaving you a little hot under the collar. Smiling, you waited for him to answer. It was his decision, and who were you to rush him? Taking in a shaky breath, he reached for you, pulling you gently onto the bed while trying not to look you in the eyes.

“Please?” he whispered.

“Please what?” you asked despite the knowing glint in your eye.

“Please, touch me,” he muttered shyly.

“Like this?” you asked, drawing patterns over his plush thigh with your fingertips, just barely brushing his cock each time. It jumped with each gentle attention.

“(Y/N),” he whined. You gave him a wolfish grin.

“I guess I did say I wasn’t teasing,” you said. “Undress me.”

“A-Are you sure?” Despite the question, he was already working the buttons of your shirt with shaking hands, popping them open one by one.

“Hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting,” you ordered.

“A-Alright. Anything you want,” he breathed, yanking your shirt the rest of the way open and pushing it off your shoulders before making quick work of your pants. Each item was laid carefully beside the bed as soon as it left you. Before long, you were bare in front of him as his eyes roamed your body. It was like you’d showed him Eden. He couldn’t figure out where to look first. You smiled, pulling him toward you by his sweater vest. God, you were glad he’d kept it on.

“Good boy,” you purred, “Now, I want you to finger me open until I’m nice and ready to take that pretty cock of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, reaching blindly for the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the edge of the bed when he started.

Slicking up his fingers, he stroked over you a few times just to excite you a little more. Also likely just to touch you like that. You let him. Bringing your hands to your own chest, you pinched and tugged at your nipples lightly. Partly to add to the sensation of Neville’s fingers stroking your sex and partly to put on a show. He watched your fingers dancing over your chest for a moment before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Can I-Can I suck them?”

“Kiss me first,” you said. As his lips touched your own, he pressed a finger into you gently. Groaning, you arched your back and bit down on his lip. When he let out a thin whine, you laved your tongue over the spot. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, his finger moving in you, kissing you as though the world was burning down around you. Then you pulled back. Dragging in a deep breath, you fisted his hair.

“Go on. Use your mouth.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Licking and sucking at your nipples as he added fingers. His tongue flickered over one hardened bud, pressing his fingers into you all the more eagerly. For a while, you simply lost yourself to the sensation.

“(Y/N),” he whined, grinding his dripping cock against your leg.

“Be a good little slut and beg for it,” you said.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be such a good boy for you. I will. So good. Please, (Y/N), let me put it in. Can I put it in?” he plead, practically humping your leg like he’d been humping his pillow earlier.

“You really want it?” you teased.

“Yes! So much! I’ll be such a good boy,” he promised.

“Fuck me.” Your voice was low and sharp—an order. One that he couldn’t have resisted even if he wanted to. He pressed into you slowly, watching you to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Each inch was a little more heaven than the last. Growling, you tugged his hair and bucked your hips down impatiently.

“I-I’m trying to be gentle,” he whimpered, shaking in your grip.

“Who the fuck asked for gentle?” you snarled, yanking his hair savagely. “I said fuck me, Neville!”

“Ooooooh!” A long howl burst from his mouth as he thrust into you recklessly, which you silenced with your mouth. Swallowing down his pathetic, little sounds of please and trading them for yours. His hips pounded against yours, encouraged by your heels digging into the small of his back. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was chasing his pleasure or yours. You didn't care. It was all the same.

“Fuck, there! Good boy, right there!” you groaned.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you...” his thanks became a chant into the crook of your neck. He only interrupted it to sink his teeth into it every now and then.

“Harder!” Obedient as you expected, he fucked into you hard enough to scoot the two of you up the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall was just background noise to you. Neville’s drawn-out, sobbing moans were far more interesting.

“Close,” he breathed.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” you hissed in his ear.

“Please, please, (Y/N). So close,” he begged. His hips had completely lost any semblance of rhythm. They just pistoned away unevenly, somehow managing to hit exactly where you wanted it most.

“C’mon, a little more. Almost...!” Your words trailed off into a long, high moan as your orgasm washed over you. For a moment, the world whited out. All you could feel was Neville driving himself into you like a man unhinged and wave after wave of pleasure. When you finally came back to earth, Neville was hammering into you, sobbing incoherent pleas into your shoulder.

“Can I cum? Please?” he sobbed.

“Cum for me,” you said. And he was gone. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, but it did nothing to stifle his shout of pleasure. You could feel his hands leaving bruises on your hips, but you didn’t mind. Not as he shook on top of you, pumping his cock in you a few final times before collapsing on top of you. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair.

“Better than you pillow?” you giggled after a moment of catching your breath.

“I’m never going to live this down,” he muttered, keeping his face buried in your neck.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” you said. Pulling back, he looked down at you with a good measure of surprise on his face.

“R-Really? I was good?” he stuttered in disbelief.

“So fucking good. Jesus Christ, Nev, I almost blacked out,” you said. He made a pinched-off sound, dipping his face out of your eyesight. After another moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. If you ever wanna do that again, come find me,” you said, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Can I take you on a d-date first?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that, but how about a nap first,” you said. Nodding, he curled up against your side and dropped off almost immediately. You, however, laid awake for a bit. That was so much better than studying. And definitely better than his pillow.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 1

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Just so you’re aware, this takes place during the mid-60s and Lee is a little older than in the movie :) Just so you’re not confused.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You felt alone on campus.

When you got your acceptance, your parents swore it would be the experience of a lifetime, not to mention the value of education. Always the quiet one, withdrawn and wispy, the thought of moving away from home and living among strangers made you nervous.

Your first day in the dormitory assured you of your doubts and a semester in, you were still the sore thumb among the six girls in your unit. Your lectures were your sole respite from the pressure to make friends and fit in. You were always early and always intent on the professor.

That was what you were there for after all. If you wanted to hold onto your bursary, you had to maintain your average. You couldn’t be like the other students; you didn’t have rich parents or a trust fund, your degree actually had to mean something.

That night, you walked back from the evening book club meeting alone, as usual. You signed up in hopes you might meet someone like yourself, someone who didn’t just want to drink or smoke. While the members weren’t interested in the party life, they made you feel awful stupid as you struggled to pick up on the same themes in your readings and your sharing skills were never strong.

When it was your turn to talk about the chapter, you stuttered and muttered until you just gave up. You replayed the disastrous meeting in your head, the used copy of Nabakov under your arm as your bag swung against your side.

The sky turned a deepening azure as you reached Greek row and heard the muffled crackle of a record player and the buzz of voices from the largest of white houses painted with their respective fraternity colours. It was that new kind of music, the kind that made you want to hop, the kind the Christian club lobbied against on campus green.

As you got further down the street, the late winter crisp crawled up your thick stockings and made you shiver. You got closer to the raucous façade and watched as a couple stumbled out in bubbly conversation and quickly embraced against a pillar of the porch. You kept your head down and focused on the sidewalk.

A flash of blue and the ‘wop’ of a siren brought you to a halt. You stopped just at the corner of the frosty yard, the cloudy breath of the co-eds filling the air as they parted. The cruiser door opened and closed loudly and steady footsteps crossed the street. You watched from the shadows as the officer strode up the walk and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, propping his foot up on the lowest plank.

“You kids are bein’ awfully loud,” his voice carried above the din, he had the local accent that lilted his tone so that even the meanest words were dampened.

“Sorry, officer,” the girl pulled away from the boy and came to the top of the steps, “it’s Friday and we were just having fun--”

“Yeah, yeah,” the cop said as he hooked his thumb on his belt, “y’all know I’m here every week… you turn that racket down or maybe I come in and find something that needs confiscatin’.”

“Got it,” the frat boy said as he stood beside the girl, “I’ll tell Leighton.”

“Ain’t fun for me neither,” the officer slid his foot down to the ground, “I don’t like to ruin you kids’ night.”

“Thank you, officer,” the boy said, “I’m goin’ now.”

“Mhmm, I’ll see you next week then,” the cop scoffed as the boy grabbed the girl and dragged her inside. His voice called through the noise of the crowd for the boy Leighton and the music dulled just enough that it was only a subtle hum, “funny kids.”

The officer turned and chuckled as he reached into his jacket. He paused and his eyes wandered over to you as you stood silently by the edge of the yard. He pulled out a small box and tapped out a toothpick as he smiled at you. He replaced the box in his pocket as he stopped short.

“You headin’ in, girl?” he asked as he placed the toothpick between his lips, “looks like you late for the party.”

“Uh, no, I was just… going home,” you slowly urged yourself forward, “didn’t want to get in your way.”

You tapped towards him in your mary janes as you adjusted the book in your hand. He watched you approach as you kept your head down, just wanting to get past and get on to your dorm.

“Hold up,” he said just as you reached him, “you walkin’ home all alone after dark?”

“My dorm is just… just around the corner,” you said as you stopped and kept your eyes on his shoes, “thank you, officer.”

“Now, I don’t care if it’s just right there, you shouldn’t be alone,” he insisted, “how’s bout a ride, hmm? I gotta make a round of the campus anyway.”

“I can make it on my own…” you began and he tutted, “I mean, thank you, I suppose it’s rude to… um…”

“You’re not from these parts, huh?” he asked, “you got that accent. Real fine.”

“Uh uh,” you uttered, “it’s a nice place though.”

“City is, but the rest of the county...” he remarked, “you must be far from home then.”

“A little,” you shrugged.

“Well,” he rubbed his hands together, “let’s get goin’, it’s cold tonight.”

“Thank you, again,” you slowly followed him as he backed away and turned to cross the street.

“Not at all,” he said warmly as he neared the car and pulled open the back door, “one thing, it’s against policy to let passengers in the front seat.”

“Oh?” you blinked and looked into the cruiser, “I can walk, I--”

“Go on,” he waved you in, “probably comfier back there anyhow.”

You gave a tight-lipped smile and slid into the back seat. You swept your bag up into your lap as the door snapped shut and tucked the book under the flap. The car shifted as he got in the front and he looked at you in the wide rear view mirror.

“Mind my manners, I didn’t even introduce myself, Sheriff Bodecker,” he jingled his keys as he spoke, “and you, honey?”

You hesitated at the added pet name. No one ever called you anything but ‘miss’ or ‘young woman’. You cleared your throat and shifted as you tugged nervously at your scarf as it pressed against your chin. It was damp from your hot breath. You gave him your name and shrank back against the leather.

“This your first year?” he asked as he pulled out and tossed his toothpick out the window.

“Yes, sir,” you answered and you saw his head tilt just slightly as he drove slowly.

“You like it?” he continued.

“It’s… new,” you said stiffly, “I don’t know many people but I… I’m learning a lot.”

“Oh, I hear they teach lots of interesting things these days. Lotta red nonsense,” he sighed, “which way am I goin’, honey?”

“Left, sir, the third building on your right with the orange brick,” you replied.

“No parties to go to?” he snickered as he came up to your dormitory and rolled to a stop.

“I… I’m not much for them, sir,” you said as you tried the handle but the door didn’t budge.

“Sorry, forgot about that,” he got out and opened the door from outside, “there ya go.”

You stepped out and your foot slipped on a patch of thin ice. You caught yourself on the door as he grabbed your arm and helped steady you. You laughed nervously and thanked him.

“Careful there,” he said, “hate for you to mess up that face, honey.”

“I’m alright,” you assured him and carefully drew away from him, “thank you for the ride, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s just my job,” he sniffed, “you know, keepin’ the campus safe… when I can.”

“I’m sure you have much more to worry about than some college kids,” you said.

“Eh, you’d be surprised,” he intoned, “I’m around on Fridays, there’s always noise complaints ‘round here.”

You were quiet, unsure what to say or how to detach yourself gracefully. You just wanted to go inside and listen to the radio as you reread the chapter. You smiled nervously and he looked down at you beneath the streetlight.

“I might see you around,” he said, “and don’t mind givin’ ya another ride, ya know? Can’t have you lost in the dark, heh.”

“It’s nice of you, sir, but I’m grown now, I can take care of myself,” you assured him, though you hated how black it got on this side of campus.

“Well, don’t be shy, give me a wave if you see me,” he closed the door as you sidestepped it, “and you have a good night. Get yourself warmed up with some nice tea… though I know you college kids prefer a harder comfort.”

“I don’t drink,” you said awkwardly, “but, uh… good night, officer.”

You went around the back of the car and stepped up onto the curb. You went up to the grated door and fished out your key. You peeked over your shoulder as you unlocked the door and found the Sheriff watching you over the roof of his car.

His large-brimmed hat shadowed his face and his constant gaze sent a shiver through you, but that could’ve been the nightly chill. You gave a small wave and let yourself in, quickly hiding behind the inner door, happy to be home safe.

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milliumizoomi · 3 years

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𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐻𝐸𝑅?!

TodoBakuDeku x Black FEM! Reader

AGED UP!!

Warnings: Fluff to Angst to Fluff, cursing, confused boyfriends, tw,, racism mention and hidden talents.

A/n: my motivation be dropping really fast but we back😩✨. also i got a lil lazy at the end so that’s mbb😭.

✗ 𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐃, you knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen. They weren’t supposed to find out like this and now they're calling and texting you trying to find out where you are and what exactly it is that they just saw on literally one of the biggest billboard TVs in the city.

✗ But I should backtrack and say what lead to this.

✗ It started about 4 days ago.

You came home from work to an empty house, as usual. You were used to this. Your boyfriends were pro heroes so this was normal. You walked to your shared bedroom and dropped your purse on the bed. You sat down on the same bed and slipped your heels off. You then flopped down and let your body relaxed. “Ugh.. today was stressful. Ima go take a shower the wait for the boys to come home” you said. You then got up and stripped. You then picked up your shower cap off the dresser and walked to the bathroom. You pulled your lace front into a bun and put your shower cap on and turned the water on then hopped in the shower.

20 minutes later, you got finished with your shower. You stepped out and grabbed your (f/c) towel and dried off. You then also took the chance to peel the shower cap off of your head. You set the shower cap on the shelf and wrapped the towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom. You got to the bathroom and grabbed your lotion off the dresser and started to apply it to your body. After you were done, you threw on a big t-shirt that you had bought some time back.

You walked into the living room to see none of your boyfriends are back. You shrugged this off and decided to make dinner. Today you thought you make ackee and saltfish. You knew that your boys enjoyed your food. Especially since they weren’t used to food like that. So you got to work.

About an hour later, you hear the front door jiggling. And then the sounds of gruff voices could be heard. ‘They’re home’ you thought as you covered the pot and walked to the front door. When you got there, you saw all of your boyfriends leaning on each other as support for taking off their shoes. “Welcome home,” you said to them. They all looked up, stunned. They didn’t even notice you were there.

“Oh hey angel sorry you startled us. Are you ok?” Todoroki said as he stood up and hugged your much tinier figure. “Yes, sweetheart I’m ok. And how are my other boys?” You asked teasingly. Bakugou grumbled and stood up and leaned down towards your shoulder. You could tell he was stressed. “Ease up ‘Suki babe I need to my hair outta the way,” you said as you felt Bakogou’s head resting on your hair. He lifted his head for a second and allowed you to move your hair then dropped his head right back onto your shoulder. Midoriya then walked up to you and snuggled his head into the top of your head. “Hi pretty baby.. you ok?” He asked as he continued to rest his head on you. “My baby m’ok but y’all look tired.. rough day?” You asked as u were still supporting all of these huge men whom were all 6 foot and over. He nodded his head in your hair, answering your question. You stayed like that for a while until you remembered. “..Did I turn off the stove?” All the boys perked up at you at your question. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Bakugou yelled as he bolted to the kitchen. “Oh crap..!” You said as he managed to turn it off before anything bad happened. “I can’t believe I totally forgot..” you sighed. “Well boys go clean up I’ll share your plates,” you told the boys. They nodded and headed to the bedroom.

‘They were off.. what happened today..?’ You thought. You had realized that their behavior was slightly off as soon as you walked up to the door and inspected them. Their body language was a little different. ‘But why didn’t they tell me..? Do they not wanna talk about it?’ You continued to ponder. You decided that you would ask them later. You shared their plates and placed them on the table. You then shared your plate and sat down. They all emerged out of their bedroom in their casual clothes. And by casual I mean shirtless with sweats on.

They came and sat down at the table. “Thanks princess, it looks delicious!” Midoriya praised. Bakugou grunted in approval and Todoroki nodded, indicating he thought the same. You all then started eating in silence. It felt awkward. You decided this would be the best time to talk about what may be bothering them,, so you asked. “My loves?” You started. They all looked up and you, letting you know you have their attention. “Did something happen..? I mean! The reason I was asking is that you guys seem to be deep in thought about something” you continued.

You watched as all three of the men looked at each other then looked back down at their food. You sat there confused. Where they not going to tell you? You opened your mouth to say something but Bakugou cuts you off, “Don’t worry about it Y/N.. it doesn’t concern you anyways” he grunted. This surprises you. You all had been keen on communication in this relationship and yet here they are shutting you out. “What does that mean Kastuki? Y’all know that we communicate in this relationship. I want to help you with whatever it is that is bothering y’all but how am I supposed to when you won’t even tell me?” You said, having your english slowly beginning to break because you were getting a little upset.

“Drop it Y/N. This isn’t something we wanna share ok” Todoroki said calmly. “But why? We’re supposed to be open about this stuff” You answered back. You weren’t going to drop this so easily. You wanted answers all while trying to stay rational, calm, and patient, but that was slowly dwindling. “At least explain to me why you don’t want me to know and I won’t push it! You aren’t giving me any answers here! How am I supposed to feel seeing the three people I love so much walk through that god damned door looking frustrated and shit huh?!” You say getting even more frustrated.

“STOP FUCKING ASKING! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND OK!” Bakugou yelled. “Now I don’t know who the fuck you raising your voice at ‘cause I know it ain’t me,” you said, trying to maintain your calm state of mind. “Yes! I am talking to you” Bakugou grunted out. “No the hell you not y’all know I don’t take disrespect from nobody,” you said while leaning your hand on the table and resting your face in your palm.

They stayed silent. “And why don’t you think I’ll understand?” You continued. They didn’t answer. “Well?” You questioned. You scoffed. “Wow ok, no answer tough crowd I guess..” you said, rolling your eyes. You looked over at Midoriya who was silent the whole time. You could see he wanted to say something by the look on his face.

“You got something to say don’t you Izuku? Go ahead say it. ‘Cause right now I’m trying to understand” you told him. He froze up at the sound of his name. You didn’t really use their real names much so it was a shock to not only him but the other two men as well. “B-babe.. well I— I just—“ he started. He then sighed and started again. “It’s something you wouldn’t understand because um..” he said and then mumbled something at the end. “Ima need you to speak up please ‘cause you mumbling and I ain’t hear what you said” you said. He froze for a second then said it again. “Because your not...” he mumbled again. “Izu I still can’t hear you” you told him. “BECAUSE YOUR NOT A PRO HERO!” He blurted out. Your eyes widened and you froze. We’re they seriously not gonna tell you what’s bothering them because of their job?

“Are yall fucking serious..?” You mumbled out. “We’ve lived together for so long.. we’ve been dating for so long and y’all trying to tell me the reason y’all can’t explain what the hell is bothering you is because I don’t have the same fucking job..!” You stated getting angry. “What does that even have to do with anything?!” You said, fuming.

And they just sat there. Staring down at the table. “I don’t give a damn about your job all I want to know is what’s wrong so I can help you!” You yelled out. “You should give a damn about our jobs.. all you do is leech off u—“ Bakugou started but stopped as soon as he heard what he was saying. The other two men looked at him wide eyed. They all turned to look at you. You stood there in shock. You then laughed, but there was no humor behind it.

“Wow.. this all started because I was trying to be a good girlfriend. And then the people I call so called boyfriends wanna tell me that I’m LEECHING OFF THEM?! THAT THE REASON THEY CAN NO LONGER TALK WITH ME IS BECAUSE IM NOT A FUCKING BIG SHOT LIKE THEM?! UNLESS YOU FORGOT I GO TO WORK TOO! I DON’T LEECH OFF NOBODY FOR SHIT!” You said, seeing red. How dare they. They know the shit you go through at your workplace. Having to deal with racism and things of that nature. You stood up from the table with the food that was barely touched. “Eat your food I’m going to bed.. do whatever the fuck y’all want ion care,, I won’t ask no questions no more. Thanks for telling me the reason though” You said as you walked off to one of the guest bedrooms to sleep.

They boys sat there in silence. They knew they were wrong for what they did and no doubt they felt horrible. “Fuck” Bakugou started, leaning down to hit his head on the table. “That was the worst conversation ever..” Midoriya said, pushing his plate away. “I feel really bad.. all she wanted to do was help” Todoroki chimes in. The guilt settles with them. “She.. she didn’t deserve that..” Bakugou said feeling extremely guilty. “Why did I say those stuff.. I’m a fucking idiot!” He continued. “Don’t say that Kacchan! Granted we didn’t act the best but..” Midoriya trails off. “We should go talk to her..” Todoroki says as he gets up. The other two men get up as well and they all walk towards the room you were in.

They stopped in front of the door when they get there. Midoriya knocked softly. “B-babe..? Can we come in?” He said silently. There was no answer. He looked back at the two males behind him then spoke a little louder. “N/N can we come in please we’re sorry.” Still there was no answer. Todoroki moved in front of him to test if the door was unlocked and it was.

He looked over at Midoriya and Bakugou, then looked forward and pushed the door open. The room was dark, with only a soft glow coming from your phone. Your back faced away from the door so you couldn’t see the boys when they came inside the room. “B-babe..?” Midoriya croaked out. You didn’t answer. “Babe we’re sorry please face us..” He continued. You stayed silent, not moving a muscle. The boys looked at each other and sighed in defeat. They moved to leave since they knew that when your mind was made up about something, there’s no persuading you.

“Hey..” you called out to them before they left the room. “Yes?!” Midoriya called out first. The three men turned around quickly, facing you. “Say that to me again.. and I won’t stay here..” you said as you turned to face them. Your eyes were red and your face was tear stained. You cry when frustrated.

The three men stiffened. The my knees what they did was wrong, but they had no clue it affected you so much. “Do I make myself clear..?” You asked seriously. “Y-yes babe.. we’re sorry.. just please don’t leave.. please” Todoroki said as he leaned down next to your bed and hugged you. You put your hand on his head and reassured him. “I’m not, I’m not. I trust you guys. You have me your word. I love you. All of you.” You tell them. Bakugou and Midoriya stood there, probably too overwhelmed with the situation. “Come on you two. Get over here.” You smile at them. The all laid in your bed together and fell asleep, the dinner forgotten on the table.

You woke up the next day to a cold bed. ‘Oh they probably went to work already..’ you thought. It was Friday. “Well.. time to get up” you yawned. You got up out of your bed and stretched. You took a shower, put your clothes on and made breakfast. You realized the dishes from the dinner you cooked yesterday were washed and cleaned already. You smiled at this and continued to finish getting ready for work. You finished your preparation and went to your car. You started the car and drove off to work.

When you pulled up, you got a text from your friend since middle school.

✗ Messages

[???]

— hey y/n! how you been?

[you]

— hey … ! ive been good,, hbu?

[???]

— ive been doing alright,, but i need to ask you a favor

[you]

— a favor?? what kind of favor??

[???]

— remember what we used to do in high school >:)

[you]

— lemme think abt it ok

[???]

— alr but lmk soon ok

[you]

— np xai yk i will

Read at 8:43 a.m

You spent the whole morning considering what your long time best friend asked of you. You really wanted to, but you weren’t sure. ‘It has been a while.. and I’d like to catch up. I wonder if they still act the same,, knowing those bitches they haven’t changed” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

A few hours pass and you get off work and get home. You slip your shoes and jacket off and walk to your shared bedroom with the boys. ‘Ugh..my head is killing me..’ you thought as you sighed and plopped down on the bed. You took your phone out of your back pocket and looked at the messages again. You really weren’t sure whether or not it was a good idea. You decided to take some more time to just think it over.

You sighed as set your phone down on the bed. You payed there for a bit just to relax. After a couple minutes you decided to go take a shower. “Ugh.. time to take a shower. Damn work took it outta me today. Wonder when them niggas getting home today..” you stretched and said. You laughed to yourself as you thought of how many times you’ve called the men you live with different names. It’s funny because they don’t mind it at all, so you get to basically call them anything you want. You shook the thought from your head and headed to the bathroom to take your shower.

After you finished, you walked out with a towel on and headed back to the room. ‘Ok I needed that..’ you thought to yourself. You made sure to dry your skin properly and continue to do your night routine. ‘Finally finished for the night.. god I’m tired but I still have to cook’ you thought.

You made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You chose to make some fried chicken with rice and a homemade sauce you created a while back. You got the pots on the stove and started cooking. Like clockwork, the 3 men you shared your home with came through the door at roughly the same time as the day before. Right now, it was 8:39pm. You heard the front door and the muffled voices from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself knowing that they made it home safely. Being a pro hero does not mean you living to see tomorrow is guaranteed, so you were grateful. You heard their heavy footsteps and muffled voices coming closer towards you. You turned away from the stove to greet them.

“Hey how was work?” You questioned as you were putting a knife down. “Stressful” Bakugou said running his had over his face. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to look at what you were cooking. “Hey babe” Todoroki said sitting at the table. “Hi Sho. I’m guessing your day was just as bad as Katsuki’s huh?” You snickered. Todoroki shook his head with a soft smile on his face because of your antics. “How ‘bout you Izu how did the job go for you?” You said teasingly. He groaned and leaned up next to you on fridge. “It was stressful today that’s for sure..” he exasperated.

You couldn’t help but laugh at them. They look so out of place and annoyed. “Awe come on babe cut us some slack. Some of these people really know how to get on my nerves ok!” Bakugou groaned. The two other men nodded in agreement. You let out a final laugh before calming down. “Okok I will. I’m sorry” you said, still trying to calm down. The three men looked at you then smiled. This went unnoticed by you since you had shifted your attention back to the stove. Your mind was still lingering on the day before with the events that took place. You shook you’re heading to try and shake off the feeling since you opted to try and not think about it and got back to cooking.

“Oh by the way N/N, we have some plans we have to look over for the weekend ok? So we need to focus because apparently this new mission is a big job” Todoroki said. You nodded. You knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious, plus, you had no energy to say anything otherwise. “Dinner’s ready!” You said as you placed their food on the table. You could see that they’ve already started talking about what they had to do.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in you head. “Aye.. y’all.. I actually have something a friend wanted me to help them on this weekend. They didn’t say what it was but apparently it’s some sort of project” you tell them. You decided you were gonna help your friend since the boys are gonna be extremely busy. And that meant you were most likely gonna get ignored unintentionally, which is something you weren’t looking forward to anyways. And since they already started planning out what they were going to do about the mission, they just waved you off. You rolled your eyes and went to your shared room and grabbed your phone.

✗ Messages

— i’ll be there,, and expect me early cuz i may be leaving tonight or early tomorrow

Delivered

You put your phone down and started to pack a bag full of stuff you may need. ‘Should I leave a note when I’m going?’ You thought. ‘Naw whatever I’ll text them that I’m gone’ you decided. You continued to pack your overnight bag, making sure to put all the essentials in it. You look at the clock to see it was already past 10.

“Damn that took longer than I thought..” you said as you leaned up to stretch your back. ‘Where are those overworkers anyways? I thought they’d come in here and see me packing or sumn but I guess not’ you thought as your mind traveled to your boyfriends. You walked out of the room and into the kitchen to see they were already done eating. You rolled your eyes. “Of course those niggas are already working. Guess I’ll leave tonight. Got nothing to do anyways” you said to yourself.

You went back to your room and changed your clothes. After you were done, you made sure to grab your purse and put everything that may be needed in it. You wrote a note and stuck it the one place you knew they would all see it. The fridge. After you were done, you took all your stuff and grabbed your car keys. You walked out of the big doors and opened your car to drop all of your stuff on the passenger side of the car. You walked back around to the driver side and jumped in. You started the car and drove off, already knowing the address to the place you needed to go.

You arrived at the big house that was blaring with music. ‘A music video.. I knew it’ you thought. You and your friend, which was a well known musician. A famous one at that. And he wanted you to be in it since well, you’re a dancer and sometimes you sing too. ‘This was the project huh..?’ You thought as you shook you’re head and laughed silently.

“N/N YOU HOE YOU MADE IT!” Your friend, Xai yelled as he hugged you. You hugged him back. “Shut the fuck up bitch, yes i'm here. Now tell me what I have to do nigga” you said teasingly.

He rolls his eyes at you. “You know exactly what to do don’t act” he says walking away. You laugh. “Yeah yeah I hear ya. Now where’s my outfit. This is gonna be so fun” you said with excitement.

A few days later•••

And that is how you ended up with your situation. Apparently you went viral in that music video. You were one of the dancers and one of the background singers. You were dancing with your friend, who’s stage name was Xailli, in a scene and people found you captivating. So now your face was on some of the biggest billboards in the city. And apparently they, meaning your 3 boys, saw you and is now blowing up you’re phone.

“XAI! WHAT THE HELL! I DIDN’T KNOW THAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY PLANNING ON RELEASING IT SO QUICKLY!” You yelled at him on the phone. “I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE RELEASING IT EITHER!” He said frustrated. “Oh my god.. and now their blowing up my phone” you said. Right now you were hurrying to drive home.

“Omg I’m gonna get a fucking earful when I get home. And I honestly thought it was supposed to be a rough draft” you sighed. You never told the boys about your secret talents and now you were pretty sure whatever conversation that’s waiting on you wasn’t gonna be a pretty one. “Wait are they planning on releasing the rest?!” You asked expectantly. Xai scratches his head. “You know I’m not even sure no more I’d have to ask but since they can pull shit like this I wouldn’t put it past them..” he answers very frustrated. “Fuck..” you sighed.

“When I see your producers again they getting they ass beat. And why did they make us sign that NDA?” You asked. “Honestly I have no idea. I feel like they tryin to hide sumn but I don’t fucking know” he answered, visibly stressed. “Ah whatever.. I just pulled up outside the house so I’ll talk to you later ok” you said to him. “Alright laterrrrrr” he answered in a singsong voice. “Byeeeeee” you answered as you hung up.

‘Ah fuck..' you thought as you got out of the car and made your way to the front door. You walk up the stairs and go to open the front door when it swung open. You froze. ‘shit! shit! shit!’ You thought. You head was tilted down so all you saw were their feet. You were pretty sure they were starting down on you so you didn’t move an inch.

“Well?” Midoriya said. You didn’t even shift. For some reason you were so nervous that you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath. “Get your ass inside. We need to talk about something that I’m pretty sure you know about” Bakugou said, turning around. The other two men turned around and walked inside the house.

‘Why the actual fuck is this happening right now’ you thought as you walked in the house, head still facing the ground. You put all your stuff by the door and took you shoes off, then just stood there awkwardly. The three men stood in front of you, towering over your body.

“So.. you gonna start explaining? Because we sure as hell would love to know what we saw on the billboards all over the fucking city" Bakugou said. “And look up at us when we’re talkin’ to you” Midoriya says.

‘This is gonna be a fuckin' pain..’ you thought. You stood up straight and look at them dead in the eye. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. They all looked down at you knowingly. “We for one, why the fuck were you on a billboard today?” Bakugou asked. You sighed. “Ok I left you a note saying that I was gonna go to my friend’s house to help them with a project, given I had a feeling it was gonna be a music video but I wasn’t 100% sure” you said honestly. The three men looked at each other, then back at you. “Ok.. so then why didn’t you text us to tell us that’s what you were going to be doing when you found out?” Todoroki questioned. “I couldn’t. For some reason I had to sign an NDA, which I don’t normally have to do” you replied.

“They made you sign an NDA?!” Todoroki asks, concerned. “And you said they usually don’t make you do that..? Does that mean you’ve helped or does these types of things before?�� Midoriya asks. “First yes Sho, I’ve been in helping in the music industry and in all my years of doing that I’ve never had to sign an NDA. And secondly, Yes Izu, as I said before I have been helping in this industry for a while.” You answered honestly. The three men stood there bewildered.

“So you’ve been helping with these kinds of things and never told us?” Bakugou asked. “Well yeah I guess.. it really wasn’t a everyday sort of thing. Whenever they called me to help I’d either tell them yes or no.” You answered. “Ok.. so what about the NDA?” Todoroki asks. “Well.. we did multiple videos, meaning music videos, and the producers released the video you saw today without Xai’s permission so I’m not sure what their gonna do now” you answered.

“WAIT THERE’S MORE?!” Bakugou yelled. “Uh.. yeah??” You answered in clear confused. “And they made you sign an NDA?!” Midoriya questioned. “Uhh yeah I’m sorry I don’t get it” you answered back visibly still confused. You looked at the three men who looked at you then looked at each other.

“Yeah we’re going down there NOW!!” Bakugou said, grabbing his jacket. “Wait wait WHAT HOLD ON I DON’T GET IT!” You yelled in confusion. Just then, your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller ID to see it was Xai. You answered it quickly. “Hey what’s up? You good why you calling again?” You asked. “No time to explain but you need to get over here quick. It has to do with the NDA. Turns out the producers and some people on my teams’ been pulling some shit behind the scenes,” he replied. You’re eyes widened at this and then mumbled a quick “thank you” then you hung up.

“They tried to fuck us over.. let’s go” you said as you rushed to the car. The three men looked at each other then proceeded to follow you. “I’m driving” Todoroki said as he took the keys from you. You all jumped in the car and he drove off. After you gave the directions and he got there, there was a spectacle outside. There were news reporters and paparazzi crowded outside. It was the house you shot the music video at, not Xai’s actual house. “For fuck's same how’d they find out already?!” Bakugou yelled. You sighed.

“I’ll handle this” you said as you got out the car. You walked up to the door but before you could get there, there were flashing mics and cameras being stuck up in your face. “Can you please get that away from me?” You asked as you tried to push forward but to no avail. “Excuse me but I think our love said to move back thank you,” Midoriya said, coming out of absolutely nowhere.

And the reporters just stood there in shock. Then the questions started bombarded all of you. You all managed to push through the flood of reporters, granted with Bakugou yelling curses for them to get out of your face. You all managed to get up to the front door. “XAI LET US IN! THESE REPORTERS OUT HERE ALL UP IN OUR FACE!” You yelled over the noise the door swung open and Todoroki pulled you up and walked inside the house with Midoriya and Bakugou quickly following. “Sho why’d you pick me up?” You asked. “I wanted to” he said nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes as he set you down.

“So where’s this Xai person and where can we find his management and team?” Midoriya said seriously. “No shit, they’re not getting away with this” Bakugou said. “I’m Xai and I’m talking to them right now, you can come along if you want to you know,” Xai answered. “You stay here” Midoriya said. “I ain’t staying nowhere,, let’s go,” you said, following Xai. The boys shook their heads at you and followed your lead.

✗ Eventually they got all the information they need and filed a lawsuit. Apparently what was happening was that Xai’s management was trying to squander the resources they have for this project they were currently doing for another. Basically copyright. And therefore they’ve made all who were there sign an NDA so that if this came out to them and those workers realized what they were doing then they wouldn’t be able to say anything.

✗ They got sued of course and Xai had to find new management. And you won the case and everyone was paid the money they deserved. You, on the other hand became a well know singer and dancer after that, with the help of the boys’ support of course. You were happy and so were the boys and you could honestly say that things couldn’t have turned out any better.

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