#I'll never get over how april really had him wrapped around her little finger from day one

[squirrel-fund]

Here's my fic for Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 @gallavichthings @gallavichfanficlibrary

Summary: Mickey gets volunteered at Franny's school.

Prompts used: The Big Easter Egg Hunt & “No. Hell, no. Absolutely not.”

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Mickey sits at his kitchen table, in his West Side apartment, sipping a beer while he listens to his niece who is 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 enthusiastically telling him about the upcoming Easter egg hunt at her school.

"And Harper's Mommy is bringing juice boxes 'n Emma's Daddy's are bringing cupcakes-" She takes a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Ian had made her, swallows, then continues, "and Mommy bought candy for the eggs."

"That sounds cool, Fran!" Ian says as he opens the fridge, joining the conversation and taking a bottle of water out for himself. "When is it?"

"Friday! It almost got cancelled though because Noah's Daddy can't make it but I saved the day!" She grins wide like she's proud as hell and just a little bit smug.

Mickey laughs at that. "Oh, yeah? Whadja do, kid?"

"They asked if anyone knew someone small enough to wear the bunny suit and I volunteered you, Uncle Mickey! It's sooo cute and fluffy!"

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Mickey chokes on his beer as Ian slaps him on the back laughing.

Mickey shakes his head, face red from both embarrassment and his beverage having gone down the wrong way. "No. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, no. Absolutely not."

And well, a few years ago he would have knocked the shit out of 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 who called him small or cute or... fucking... 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺. But the kid frowns like her entire world has come crashing down around her and damn it, Mickey feels guilty. 

So, he rubs both his hands over his face and breathes out a sigh. "Sounds... great, Fran. I'll be there."

She rushes around the table and launches her tiny body at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Really?!"

Ian side eyes him. "Yeah, really?"

Mickey hugs her and rolls his eyes at his husband who now looks like a giant fucking puppy with pleading eyes. "Yeah... really."

~♡~

Chicago in April was never what one would call 'hot' but today, as Mickey sits outside while wearing this ugly ass Easter Bunny suit, it's fucking sweltering. Even the Snickers bars that he had taken as 'Uncle tax' were now liquid chocolate swirled with nougat and peanuts swishing around in their brown plastic wrappers.

It was becoming unbearable and Mickey wonders how much longer this torture is going to last when Franny's teacher announces that the egg hunt will start in ten minutes and that the lucky kid who finds the most eggs will win a gift card to Amazon. 

The tiny humans shriek over this information and Mickey sighs as he sits down on a bench under a shade tree.

"Mr. Milkovich!" The teacher, Mrs. Who-the-fuck-cares, jogs over to him and smiles. "No time for rest! We need you to help hide the eggs and then there's the photoshoot-"

"Photoshoot? For what?!"

"The kids sit on your lap and tell you a 'Springtime Secret'. Then they get their picture taken with you."

Mickey laughs because, honestly, that has to be a fucking joke but when the teacher frowns at him he realizes that he has just become some weird bunny secret keeper and he nods while mumbling that he can't wait.

She hands him a bucket of plastic eggs and he wanders around the area, hiding them in both really obvious places and some a bit more sneaky. He even manages to trade out his melted Snickers bars for fresh ones when no one is looking.

Ian shows up just as Mickey hides the last two eggs - one on the bench he had been sitting on earlier and the other inside the school mailbox.

"You look adorable." Ian says as he makes his way across the parking lot to hug his husband. Mickey makes a jerk off motion because they agreed the middle finger wasn't allowed.

"Don't think that's allowed either, Bugs."

Mickey glares at him but obviously the stupid bunny smile and wide eyes hide it.

"This suit is fucking hot as balls, man. Give me a break."

Ian chuckles at that. "Take the head off."

Mickey shakes his head, exaggerated so Ian will see it. "Can't. We'd hate to ruin the 'illusion of fun.'" He adds air quotes so Ian knows those aren't his words or thoughts. Like he'd ever think they were to begin with.

"Are you almost done? I thought we could go get a late lunch."

"I fucking wish. Apparently I have to listen to stupid secrets from the lollipop guild before I get parole."

Ian rolls his eyes. "You're so dramatic." Then kisses him on his fluffy bunny cheek. "I love it."

Some ankle biter sees them and begins to heckle them. "Ew, gross! You kissed the Easter Bunny!"

Ian, never bothered by kids and their dumb words, just grins. "Why is that gross?"

"He's hairy!"

And well, that's fair.

But Mickey just steps in front of Ian and points his thumb back at him. "This guy loves my jelly beans, kid. Can't get enough."

The teacher goes bright red at that before clapping her hands together and announcing for everyone to grab their baskets and start hunting for eggs.

And the kids are fucking savages. Running to the nearest plastic egg and practically roundhouse kicking each other to grab it first. There's apparently an unspoken rule that if you touch it first, it's yours. A rule that Franny has decided is unbreakable as some kid grabs a green egg just one millisecond behind her. She yanks it from the other kid's hand and places it safely into her basket. 

Mickey watches the kid's eyes well up and he stiffens as someone who he assumes is the kid's mom marches over to Franny and the crybaby.

"Franny! That wasn't nice!"

The redhead just shrugs and says, "I know but it's ok. I got the egg anyway."

The PTA mom is speechless at that and Mickey has never felt so proud of anyone in his entire life that wasn't his sister or Ian.

"No. I mean what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 did, Miss Gallagher. Shouldn't you say something to Ashley?"

Franny raises her eyebrow, matching the one on Mickey's face, hidden from view by his stupid fucking costume.

"Like what?" 

The mom is clearly irritated and she has the nerve to scoff at a six-year-old. "Say, you're sorry."

Franny shakes her head and stands her ground. "Why? I got here first."

And Mickey isn't going to let this continue so, bunny suit or not, he walks over and joins in on the conversation.

"There a problem here?"

"Yes. There is. Franny stole an egg from Ashley." The woman smiles at Mickey. "Maybe the Easter Bunny could talk to her?"

Mickey puts his hands on his hips and looks down at Franny who is extremely confused. "Well, what do you say, kid?"

Without missing a beat, she crosses her arms and gives the other kid an exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry that you were slower than me."

The woman, a fucking 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵, grabs Franny by the arm and pulls her towards the school. "Maybe a time-out will do you some good, young lady."

"Hey!" Mickey grabs Franny's arm to stop the lady. "I don't fucking think so, bitch."

And well, that's a problem, right?

The Easter Bunny can't just go around calling PTA moms bitches, can he? 

According to the court of Mrs. What's-her-name, the answer is a resounding no and that's how Mickey finds himself in time-out with Franny. 

But truthfully, he's glad. The classroom they've been sequestered in has air conditioning and snacks. Mickey takes the bunny head off along with the gloves and sits in a tiny chair across from his also, very tiny partner in crime.

He nudges her foot with his. "Hey. We showed her, huh?"

"I won't win that gift card now." Franny frowns and plays with the candy necklace around her neck.

Mickey can't help but huff out a laugh as he grabs two cupcakes that look like little bunny butts. God, how his life has changed. He sets one in front of his niece before taking a bite of his own. "Don't sweat it, Fran. We'll get Uncle Ian's debit card and buy whatever you want."

Instead of making her happy like he thought it would, she looks sad and her bottom lip starts to tremble, tears imminent. "What's with the water works?"

"I wanted to win so I could buy something... for you."

Mickey freezes, mid bite and furrows his brow. "Why?"

She sniffles and looks right at him. "Mommy says you were there for Uncle Ian when he needed it most. That you make him happy and well," She shrugs and unwraps the paper from the bottom of her cupcake, "that makes 𝘮𝘦 happy."

And damn. Kids are too fucking honest, aren't they?

"Can I tell you my Springtime Secret now?"

Mickey just nods because a lump is now forming in his throat. Franny leans across the table and grins at him. "You're my favorite but don't tell Uncle Ian, k?"

He clears his throat and smirks. "You got it, kid." They tap their cupcakes together in a moment of solidarity. "You're my favorite too."

#i really love Mickey and Franny #ill never stop #mickey milkovich #gallavich #gallavich spring cleaning 2022 #easter #easter bunny

[hoodharlow]

Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

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Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

Word Count: 3.1 k

Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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[jjmaybanksbaby]

Leaving Paradise: Part 4 | JJ x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

summary - your vacation in the outer banks is quickly coming to an end but that means saying goodbye to jj

word count - 1.1k words

a/n - so "later this week" in june might have turned into april 20201 but here is the fourth (and final) part of leaving paradise! sorry for the wait! enjoy the ending!

check out my masterlist here!

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JJ docked HMS Pogue as the rain continued to pour down around you. He jumped out of the boat, quickly securing it as the waves from the storm rocked it back and forth, threatening to throw you into the water with every movement.

JJ looked up at you, using his hand to shield his eyes from the rain.

"It's just up here," he yelled to you. He held out his hand and you grabbed it, climbing out of the boat and running up the dock toward the house.

The rain coming down was surprisingly cold for summertime but the adrenaline coursing through you kept you warm enough.

A small house came into view at the top of the hill.

"Welcome to the chateau," JJ shouted over the sound of the rain. "The twinkie's not here so John B's probably at the Cameron's."

"The what?" You asked, confused.

"It's this old Volkswagen van John B drives," JJ replied.

He ran up the porch steps, pulling you inside behind him. Heavy breathing and bits of thunder filled the air as the two of you finally took shelter from the storm picking up around you.

"Oh my god," you laughed. "I'm shocking wet."

JJ's blue eyes locked with yours for a moment and then he was closing the distance between of you. His lips landed on yours with a sense of urgency. He forced you backward, pinning you against the wall as he kissed you. Your head was spinning.

You wrapped your arms around JJ's neck leaning into the kiss with a growing need. This was a different version of JJ than the one that had kissed you yesterday at the cliffs or earlier today, lazily on the boat. The tension between the two of you was electric and feverish as if you both knew that this was exactly where the day had been leading.

You could feel the rainwater dripping off the both of you leaving puddles on the floor but you couldn't care less. JJ's hand left little sparks on your skin as they moved across your body. His fingers ghosted over your chest and then the hem of your bikini bottoms. You tell just how badly he wanted you out of them.

You reached to pull his soaked shirt over his head as he moved his mouth down to his kiss your neck.

"JJ," you whispered into his ear. "I want to..." You didn't even have to say the rest. JJ knew exactly what you mean.

His eyes came up to meet yours. "You sure? Cause I fucking really want. But only if you're sure."

"A hundred percent sure." You replied and JJ's laced his finger withs yours pulling you into the bedroom he'd claimed as his long ago.

...

Your ringing tone pulled you out of sleep. You lifted your head off JJ's chest and rubbed your eyes as your phone continued to beep in the back. You picked it up off the bedside table where you had left it last night.

You left out another yawn and JJ shifted next to you, still mostly asleep.

The screen lit up as another text came through. This was from your sister.

8:15 a.m. Where are you?

8:45 a.m. y/n?

8:47 a.m. ???

9:22 a.m. Mom is so mad.

9:22 a.m. Dad's threatening to leave for the airport without you.

Your eyes flew across the screen, reading the messages. There were another three from your mom.

12:21 a.m. Please be home by 2

7:45 a.m. WHERE ARE YOU Y/N

8:15 a.m. You have half an hour to get home.

Shit, shit shit. You thought. Your flight was supposed to leave at 11 and you were naked in a bed with a boy you'd know for three days. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath to steady yourself. What had you been thinking?

You needed to get back to the vacation house. You had to pack and leave. You couldn't be here.

You jumped out of the bed and JJ groaned at the sudden movements.

"JJ," you hissed pulling on his shirt that was laying on the floor. "JJ, I have to go. I have a flight." You searched the room frantically for your swimsuit but couldn't find your top.

Fuck it, you thought. I'll have to go without it.

JJ hadn't moved from the bed.

"You have to take me back. JJ, please get up." You could feel tears collecting in your eyes but you weren't sure if it was anger or sadness or fear of what consequences your parents might hand out. You turned away from him and whipped them away before he could see.

"I don't think John B's back so we'll have to take my bike." You heard JJ say as he finally dragged himself out of bed.

"Okay, that's fine." You walked out of the bedroom without looking at him.

You grabbed your bag off the floor near the front door and walked outside. JJ appeared next to you moments later.

"Hey," he started. "You're not regretting that we like..."

"Sleep together?" You finished.

"Yeah," he replied. Neither of you dared to make eye contact. JJ ran a hand through his blonde hair nervously.

"No, JJ." You paused. You didn't regret it at all. In fact, you wished the night had never had to end. You wished you could have spent the rest of the summer here with JJ. "I just have a flight to catch." You finished.

"Oh, okay. Let's go then."

You climbed onto the bike, settling comfortably behind him. You rested your head on his back as he drove away from the chateau and every bit of magic the last three days had been.

...

JJ slowed the bike a few houses down from the one you were staying in. You could see your parents loading the car up in the driveway.

You wanted to kiss JJ goodbye and find the words to tell him what the last three days had meant to you. How every time he kissed you, it stirred this feeling inside of you that you couldn't name but you longed to never stop feeling. How you wanted to be a part of his life because being with him felt like living. You wanted JJ to turn the bike around and hide out with him in the chateau until your parents sent the FBI to drag you home.

But you could feel your parents glaring at you, their speeches about responsibility and maturity on the tip of their youngest.

You silently climbed off the bike, giving JJ’s arm a little squeeze

"Thank you." You whispered, afraid that if you said it any louder the tears would start rolling down your cheeks.

“See you around.” He replied.

You couldn't stop a laugh from escaping you. “Probably not.” You said.

“Yeah, probably not.” He smiled as you turned around and began to walk to your driveway.

“We already packed your stuff,” your mom said, not even trying to keep the anger rout of her voice.

“In the car. We're gonna be late.” Your dad added.

Your sister gave you sympathetic smile as you slide into the seat next to her.

Your dad slammed the trunk and settled behind the wheel, keeping his eyes on you in the rear-view mirror the whole time. He started the engine, backed out the driveway, and the four of you drove off.

You knew if you turned around you’d be able to see JJ one more time, see his smile and his face one more time. JJ kept his eyes glued to the car willing you to look back.

But you never did.

...

A few months later, when JJ dropped his lighter under the bed and went searching for it, he would find your missing swimsuit top and realize just much how those three days had meant to him too.

—————————————————————————— a/n - Anddddd that's the end of this series. I hope you're feeling unsatisfyingly satisfied. And who knows maybe y/n ends up going to UNC where Pope also gets a scholarship too and you run into JJ one weekend he's there to see Pope. Who can say?

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[my-tony-stark-drawings]

--- TAKING CARE OF HIM (Fluff) ---

Summary: You find Tony stressed out in the lab and do everything to relax him because he deserves all the happiness in the world

A/N: Please join us on Twitter on 24th April and spread the hashtag #BrinBackTonyStarktolife

A/N-2: I'm not a native english speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. And it's my first real fanfic, so I'm sorry if it's lame.

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When you went to bed with Tony yesterday, as often, you had to get him out of the lab so he can come to sleep.

He's SO caring and selfless, he's always working on a new way to protect the world.

But he works too hard for his health and his health is your priority.

The moment you wake up because the place next to you in bed is empty, you know exactly where Tony is.

You turn on the light and ask:

"Friday, since when did Tony get back down there?"

"Since a few hours Miss (Y/L/N)"

You're really scared for Tony. He's always doing everything for others but no one is ever there for him. He deserves SO MUCH BETTER.

You get up and put on one of Tony's t-shirts to warm yourself up, and you walk around the Tower to the lab. You quickly pass through the kitchen on your floor and take a piece of strawberry cream cake in the fridge.

It's Tony's favorite cake.

When you get to the lab, you enter the code and open the door.

Tony is tinkering, working on a new project. He's focused on what he's doing. You can't help but admire him for a few seconds. He's so handsome and so smart. You love his look when he's focused on science like that.

But he needs to sleep

"(Y/N), aren't you sleeping?"

You approach him and he looks up at you, gives you a little smile and comes back to his project

"Neither do you" You answer him and smile at him "The bed is too empty without you"

He sighs of relief at your touch, his gaze not leaving his project.

He looks stressed and tired. You put his hand on his numb shoulders and massage them.

"I can't let go of this project, I have to finish it."

"Come to bed please, you need to sleep"

"Your health is all that matters honey. You ARE all that matters..."

You grab the piece of cake, and you put it next to him (he doesn't like to be handed things, and you know it, you know him too well)

"I brought you some cake!"

He lays down his project, looks up at you and gives you an angelic smile at the attention. You melt. He takes a piece of the cake and swallows it.

You giggle

He turns his swivel chair towards you. He looks at you from top to bottom and raises an eyebrow "I love when you wear my things"

He never leaves his eyes off you now. You always manage to distract him, he thinks.

"So you're coming with me?" You ask "I'll get you a bath and you're going to relax."

"Good idea"

He puts the cake on the table and hugs you. He puts his hands behind your back, his head in your chest and hugs you very tightly. You put your hand through his soft hair.

"I love you so much Tony.."

"Thank you.." he whispers.

You kiss him deep with sweetness and passion.

You take him by the hand, tie his fingers with yours, and take him to the bathroom.

You've been learning how to turn a simple bath into a relaxing bath. It's going to be perfect.

You turn on a light for a soft and calm atmosphere. Then you light a scented candle.

Tony looks at all your actions and gestures.

You run her a hot bath with bath salt, essential oil and everything else you need.

It warms his heart.

It is unbelievable for him to finally see someone who cares about him and takes care of him and understands him.

He doesn't think he deserves you, but you spend your life proving to him that he deserves everything good

You put your arms behind his neck and kiss him "I'd do anything for you"

"Thank you for taking care of me."

He looks at you smiling, and undresses himself.

"He's so perfect" you think. He catches you looking at him. "You like what you see?" He laugh

The bath is ready.

He gets into the bath.

"Do you feel better?" you ask

You nod

"If you join me it'll be even better" he smile

You didn't think twice, you undress, his eyes on every part of you.

You blush and smile shyly "You're beautiful" he says to you.

You give him a massage. Not forgetting any area. You feel his muscles and soft skin under your fingers.

You sit in front of him and wrap your arms around his waist. You lean over him, against his chest, and kiss him all over his face, on his neck and his body and everywhere

You get in the bathtub and join him

You spend several minutes like that, talking about everything and nothing, to take his mind off things. You talk and laugh and his smile is so wow. You would do anything for him to be happy forever.

He sighs of pleasure

"Baby, your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world"

Everything is so peaceful and perfect.

~♡ Later ♡~

Tony gets out of the bath, grabs the first towel and throws the other one at you. He then wraps his around his waist and moves into the room holding your hand. He sits on the bed and sits you on his lap.

He kiss you, and then trace kisses all the way to your neck. You put your hand through his wet hair, you can smell the soap in it.

"Relaxed?" You whisper

You look at him in his beautiful, loving puppy eyes.

"Completely"

"So mission accomplished!"

You admire him and you feel your soul exploding with so much love, he's your whole life

"I love you"

He lies down against you, wrap his arms around you, and you put your hand through his hair massaging his head and he smiles.

"I love you more"

You whisper how important you are to each other and how much you love each other

You put on your pajamas and lie down in the king size bed. You turn on the TV, select a movie and put it on at a perfect volume.

He feels protected, reassured, relaxed and safe in your arms. He feels loved and desired.

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"I will always be there for you and always love you"

You watch TV while you cuddle.

He loves these moments of calm, just the two of you, when you hold each other tight.

He falls asleep on you during the movie. You put him in a comfortable position under the sheets. And you fall asleep with him.

Tony is the love of your life, and you'd do everything for him to always be happy and safe. You will always be there to take care of him, remind him that he's perfect, that you love him more than anything, and that he deserves all the happiness in the world.

JOIN US ON 24th APRIL ON TWITTER AND SPREAD THE HASHTAG #BringBackTonyStarktolife ❤

That's all you want. You want him to know how much he is loved and deserves to be loved.

Tony REALLY deserves all the happiness in the world!!

and sign the petition to bring him back ^^

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[hallospaceboyy]

April Fools

Madam Spellman

Sabrina plays an April Fools prank on Lilith and Zelda.

I wrote this on April 1st lol, but I don't think I've posted it here, so here ya go.

“And as mortals say on this particular day of the year, ‘April Fools!’ You can both STAY in there until you learn to get along!” Sabrina gave a satisfactory smirk as she charmed the lock of Zelda’s study at the academy, with the Queen of Hell and her High Priestess trapped inside. Lilith and Zelda had been bickering incessantly, as they always did during their meetings regarding the restructuring of the coven. Sabrina was fed up, everyone was fed up, with the two women stubbornly keeping up the facade of their hatred toward one another, when in truth you could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife.

Zelda glared at the door, cigarette holder perched in hand, and Lilith was certain that any moment now, smoke would begin billowing from her ears. “Sabrina! Let us out this instant if you would like to live to see your next birthday!” Zelda seethed, but the troublesome witch had already gone, satisfactory smirk still present on her face as she teleported herself back to the mortuary.

Lilith smirked as she regarded Zelda, realising that this was not merely an attempt to bring the two women together as friends but that darling Sabrina was playing matchmaker. Zelda really was quite beautiful when angry, and Lilith felt a slight tingle in her lower abdomen as she studied the redhead, still staring daggers at the door and smoking her cigarette, and unaware of Lilith's attentions being on her. “Well, Zelda, I suppose we must sit at this desk and work out all of our differences, until our mischievous little Sabrina returns.” Lilith’s smirk grew wider as Zelda looked at her abruptly, a single eyebrow raised.

“And how do you suggest we do that, My Queen?” Zelda spat sarcastically as she stubbed her cigarette out and leaned against the desk. Her face was red with rage, and she sighed and closed her eyes for a second, letting out a deep, measured breath. “Perhaps she is right. We have a responsibility to this coven, and we have been acting like petulant children.” Zelda rubbed her temple and looked to Lilith, a resigned expression on her face, and Lilith felt a pang in her chest as she realised just how tired Zelda looked, her responsibility weighting down her usually proud, erect posture.

Lilith nodded, and moved to lean against the desk beside her. “I agree, my dear.” Lilith eyed Zelda with a sudden affectionate look, and Zelda startled when Lilith placed a warm hand over her own. “I know I have given you no reason to trust me. I schemed and plotted under the coercion of Lucifer, and I’ll admit, I enjoyed it at first, so certain of the power obeying him would surely bring me. But I was wrong of course.” Lilith shook her head and chuckled cynically, her eyes welling up with tears that she was struggling to keep at bay. “He never meant to reward me at all. I was a mere puppet, and a willing one at that... But you must believe me, Zelda, I have no ulterior motives. I’ve gotten what I wanted... I’m Queen now, and no thanks to him.” Lilith sneered. “I have you to thank. You and all the Spellmans.” She was surprised when Zelda turned her hand, palm up, and took Lilith's hand in her own, a tender look in her eye.

“Lilith...” Zelda sighed, her own eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. “We have both been subjected to injustices at the hands of men. I'll admit, it hasn’t been easy... working beside you after everything. I suppose that’s why I’ve been pushing you away, ignoring my... instincts.” Zelda blushed slightly and looked to the ground, clearing her throat. “Our tormentors have gone now, and we must be the strong women that we are, work through our trauma, and rebuild what they shattered.”

Lilith smiled, genuinely at the witch realising not for the first time, but openly, how amazing the woman beside her was. She had felt a strong pull toward Zelda from the start. Even when still disguised as Mary Wardwell, and when they began working closely together, as Queen and Priestess, it became more difficult to ignore. Lilith resorted to snide comments and hardened expressions to keep Zelda at arms length, and it seemed Zelda had been doing the same, both too frightened to pin their hopes on the other after all that had happened. Lilith raised her hand, the hand not still clasped in Zelda's own, and stroked the other woman's cheek tenderly, biting her lip when Zelda's eyes slipped closed. She tucked an errant auburn curl behind Zelda's ear, and their lips met gently, tentatively, as if both scared the other might break. Zelda sighed softly, and their tongues met, the kiss deepening as both women grew braver, or perhaps just more comfortable in the other's embrace. Lilith broke the kiss, taking in Zelda's slightly laboured breathing and pink cheeks, and decided she had never seen anything more exquisite, regarding the redhead as one would a work of art.

“Well, it seems young Sabrina got her wish...” Lilith chuckled, a blush tainting her own cheeks. “I’m almost certain the little minx was playing matchmaker when she locked that door.” Zelda rolled her eyes, but her pink lips we curled up in a smile, the first genuine smile Lilith had ever seen grace the witch's face, and it suited her, happiness. “We will not let this coven down, Zelda. And I am most looking forward to getting to know you...” Lilith's eyes roamed Zelda's body deliberately, making her arch her brow and smirk. “...better, as we do so.” Zelda chuckled and pressed a kiss to Lilith’s now only red tinged lips. “And I must admit, Dear Zelda, I could have unlocked that door from the very start.” Lilith pointed a slender finger at the lock, and a click resounded throughout the room. “But I was very curious as to where this was going to go, and I’m very glad I didn’t.” She grinned as Zelda narrowed her eyes, trying to suppress a laugh, and eventually failing, laughing loudly and shaking her head.

“You really are impossibly mischievous yourself. I can see why you and my niece get along so well.”

Lilith grinned, pulling at Zelda’s hand so she stood in front of her, still perched on the desk. She wrapped her arms around the witch's waist, and kissed her again, pouring all of herself into that kiss, hoping Zelda knew that she really had no intention of hurting her, could never dream of hurting this precious woman in her arms. Zelda's hands slid into brunette locks, and as the kiss grew more heated, Zelda pulled slightly, forcing a groan from Lilith's mouth into her own.

“Have you two killed each other in h-" The wooden door swung open and Sabrina stopped abruptly and her eyes widened for a second, before her whole face broke out into a huge grin, as Zelda and Lilith jumped apart. Lilith’s usually perfect hair was mussed, both woman's painted lips smudged comically, pupils blown and chests heaving. “I knew it!” Just as abruptly as she entered, she left, shouting something about Ambrose owing her 20 dollars.

Zelda and Lilith looked at each other, and burst out laughing, and with a flick of Lilith's wrist, the door slammed closed and the lock clicked. “Perhaps we should keep that locked.” Zelda smirked and merely nodded, stepping back between her Queen’s legs, and hungrily kissing her again, silently hoping for no more interruptions.

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[diamondsnpolaroids]

I know I havent posted in awhile, and I will catch you all up on my weekly polaroid progression shots but I've really been struggling this week and I need to get it out somewhere.

Yes. I am still pregnant. In 3 days I'll finally be 40 weeks. A milestone I never thought I'd get to because this entire pregnancy has been a rollercoaster of emotions, pain and endless struggles. I didnt want to be pregnant this long. At all. This is going to be long and there will be a lot of personal details, but I need to get it out. I'm tired of having all these thoughts with no outlet.

Since I was 16 years old I was convinced I would never be able to have a child. It was always a devastating thought until I got to the age of 22 when i finally kind of accepted the fact and was okay not becoming a mother. The one thing i wanted between those years, the one thing that broke my heart was I'd never be able to experience the feeling of being pregnant. That may seem silly because that's such a short period of time when it comes to being a mother. 9 months of growing a human compared to the years and years of seeing that person grow is so minuscule. But for some reason that was always what broke me most.

I was dating the same man that entire time. I was 16 when we first starting dating, and I'll be convinced till the day I die that he was my soulmate. He was my best friend over absolutely anything. I could be my totally authentic self with him. He knew how weird I was and stayed. He watched me drown myself in my depression and stayed. He saw me act like a child, like an adult, my worst and best moments. Experienced my grief and my biggest accomplishments and was always right there for me. Growing up with an alcoholic drug addict father I knew I needed a man that would never abandon his family for those things. He was the man I knew I never needed to worry about.

I never really noticed the abusive behavior. The mental torture, isolation, the control he held over me, how hard his harsh words would hit.. it never really crossed my mind because when the good times were good, they were great. When they were bad, I was convinced it was all on me. My depression was the controlling one. My insane mind was the problem. Never him. Then the alcohol started to take over. He consumed himself in it whenever he had the chance. His childhood was ruined by this substance just like mine was and he was slowly turning to it instead of working out his trauma that it caused. Hed increase the intake slowly but surely and when it got too much for me to handle I'd cry and beg that he stopped. Seeing how upset it made me the first few times hed stop or slow down. But it was never for long. Hed go a week and then once again it would slowly increase and the cycle would continue. After awhile, I was "crazy" and he was "just doing what everyone our age was doing". No one our age was drinking 6+ a night on week days and spending $200 at least per night on the weekends. By the time we hit 7 years it got to an all time low. April of 2019 I realized all of this wasnt okay any more. An old friend had walked into my life and for the first time in years I was treated like a human being with feelings. Real feelings that were valid. I was told and shown that I was no where near the same happy girl I once was. It was all over my face and in my body language that I was a totally different person and not in a good way. It was clear just by looking in my eyes that I was severely depressed. I was reassured that my decision to split to work on ourselves was indeed the best step forward I could have ever taken.

My boyfriend reluctantly agreed to end the relationship for the sake of bettering ourselves or else we'd never last as a long term couple. He stopped drinking. Wed still hangout but was met with an extreme depression on his end, begging for me to stay and help him through it as if I hadn't tried for years and years. I knew nothing I could do would make him change, it needed to be a decision he made for himself. He had ruined every part of my being and I needed to explore who I was as an individual. My old friend made me feel ways I hadn't in years and eventually I caved to my emotions and desperate need to feel wanted without the attachment and abusive behavior always on my shoulders. I wasnt with my ex, and I kept it from him. After a month I started to notice his changes but it wasnt enough. He still tried to keep me wrapped around his finger while questioning my every move. He was working on it though, and I was noticing the change, but I couldnt stop what I was doing.

After another month he found out. He was upset, naturally, but was still around. He still wanted to work on it. Then 3 days later I took my first pregnancy test. It was positive. I kept it to myself praying it was a fluke. I took 2 more the next day. It wasnt. I took one last one, called my doctor, then called him over. I told him, and it wasnt an ideal reaction. He was forcing an abortion on me. For someone who never thought they could get pregnant, to find out after years that it was indeed possible, I just couldnt. This was a miracle in my eyes. Once I told him I couldnt, giving him the option to sign off all his rights and to stay away if that's what he wanted, he accepted he was going to be a father. But he also disappeared. Just up and left, and I was met with the worst mental abuse he could ever dish out for weeks. I had never felt so low in my entire life. Being told our child is a mistake, how terrible of a person I was and how him not being around is totally and completely my fault. What i failed to mention is for the last 3 years of our relationship he would use snapchat to talk to girls behind my back. I'd check his phone after every fight and hed go out drinking, just to see up to 7 different girls names with a "sent" notification beside them. I'd delete them off his contacts, confront him, ect ect, but he never stopped. I was always ashamed I stayed with someone who could do this but my love for him was so blind and so strong.. I couldnt let go.

Whenever I would mention all the hurt he caused me, it never compared to me sleeping with someone else while we weren't even together. It was ALL. MY. FAULT. And he couldnt take even an ounce of responsibility for how he treated me and pushed me out of his arms. After 2 weeks of us knowing I'm pregnant, he started seeing someone else. He was drinking beyond what he ever was with me, and now he was with someone else. Some girl who was also fresh out of a long term relationship, totally okay with the fact he was to but also expecting a baby with. I shouldnt have been mad or upset, we weren't together, but it hurt. I wanted the man I thought I'd never have to worry about being a good dad to actually be here with me on this journey. But he wasnt. For the months to come he gave me promises that their relationship wasnt an offical thing and reassured me he doesnt think she'll be around long. I shouldnt give up hope on us. My hormonal, emotional self prayed that was true.. until they became official in September.

Once that happened, it was like a ghost town. I only saw him for the 3 ultrasounds we had to pay for. He never came to any doctors appointments, he didnt feel the baby move, nothing. The entire time blaming me for him not being around. I sat at home every day after long shifts at work knowing I'm all alone in this world, growing a baby, doing everything by myself while he lived his life with no responsibility, laying next to her every night. Every day my heart broke. Some days were better than others, but not a single day I didnt wish and pray that hed atleast be there for his child. I knew my feelings weren't relevant anymore, I just wanted my son to have a father. He needed to have a father. I wasnt going to let my kid go through life always wondering why he wasnt enough for him like I did. I still hurt for myself, but no where near as much as I hurt for my son. I was given empty promises from my ex, he said hed call every day so atleast if he didnt watch our baby grow inside of me, hed atleast know his voice when he finally arrives. But hed go days without calling, and it would somehow turn into my fault because I hurt him too much to call his son.

I've spent this entire pregnancy working on myself, on my mental health, researching how to be a mother, what I need to do and stay away from, how to cope with every type of situation that may arise. I've done nothing but work on growing myself to be the best person I could be for my son. He just stayed drinking away his problems, distracting himself in every type of way he could. Avoiding all responsibilities of becoming a father soon.

Fast forward to about a week ago, when a phone call got a little spicy heated between us and ended in me sending him some snapchats of myself by his request. I know I shouldnt have, he was with someone else, but I missed him and wanted one last feeling of being wanted by the man I always thought I'd marry. I did exactly what broke me the last 3 years of our relationship and I really didnt feel bad about it. For 2 days this continued until it just stopped and he got cold with me. Once again, I'm left broken hearted but this time, I know it's my own fault.

During the time before this, for months I highly considered giving my son my last name. It made sense. He wasnt reliable enough to even spend 30 seconds every day to call his son, how could I ever believe hed be there every day for him once he was born? It was logical. Everyone who knew our situation told me I should even before I brought up that being an option I was weighing in my mind.

A few days after our snapchatting stopped, I had to finally tell him. I couldnt bring myself to blindside him with something so serious. I should have, really, but I still hold his feelings deep in my heart, and I couldnt hurt the man I spent over 7 years with like this. So I told him. He broke. But not in any way I ever thought he would. He confessed how he still loved me, how everyone around him knows he still loves me, ending with how much this would break his heart, giving us no chance of ever being together again. We'd never be able to do things as a family, hed never look at me or our son again. It was, to say the least, extremely intense. But it also left me wondering if this was one of the many manipulative ways he knows to get what he wants. He always brought "us" up to get his way on things. It felt genuine, but I'm also extremely hormonal and yes I still love and miss him like crazy.

It's been a few days since then and theres been no word of any feelings since. Hes been cold and more distant and my heart is once again broken into a million pieces. Hes called a couple times but he still misses days. I was given the go ahead to try and self induce labour by my midwives so I have been. When he calls and asks what I did with my day, I'd tell him. Last night apparently I shouldnt have. I was met with anger because I should "leave him be, he'll come when hes ready" as if he knows any kind of physical pain I've been through these last few months.

These past 2 weeks alone I have felt nothing but pain. Between feeling my hips separating, my pelvic bones shifting and my son's head descending lower, constant back pain, not being able to walk properly, my kid sitting on nerves leaving my legs feeling paralyzed or sending shocks into my vagina. Not being able to sleep more than 2 hours at a time max, peeing every hour on the hour, his feet kicking my ribs so hard I curl over, getting his feet stuck under them as well. The pains are unimaginable as you can see, now mixed with all the emotional distress I've been under... you could imagine how I'm ready for this child to enter the world. But no.. I'm being selfish. He isnt ready. I'm fine to keep going. Because apparently my ex knows everything my body is enduring just to bring our child into this world. It broke my fucking heart last night when he yelled at me for it. Absolutely shattered it.

Which brings us to this picture. I couldnt sleep once again, and every time I woke up I was met with mind numbing depression and long crying spells. I feel more alone than ever. My 16-22 years of age is crying for me knowing this was all I ever wanted out of life and it has been constantly ruined and brought down by a man I never knew would act the way he has been. This pregnancy was so easy in almost every aspect compared to most women, I've been so so blessed to have such an easy time physically and yet I constantly feel as if he has ruined this experience for me. Sometimes the mental abuse from a man is worse than the physical. And he knew exactly how to ruin this all for his own selfish needs. I've spent all day today feeling ruined, beaten down, and just straight up depressed. I'm not ready to be a mother, infact I am absolutely scared shitless to be one. But I'm willing to go through being scared over all this physical pain I've been through that seems never ending. I'm ready to meet and love my little man. But once again I feel like I cant even be happy about it because of my ex.

I'm tired. I'm so so so tired of being so inlove with a man who has shown me time and time again he wont be the father I always knew he could be. My heart hurts so bad for my son every single day. And I'm just.... tired. Which is why I'm posting this picture along with my story. I know some women have it worse with their pregnancies and the fathers leaving. I know some men can be all of this plus physically abusive towards women. I know I dont have it the worst, but I'm trying. I need to for my son. I doubt this post will get very far, and I know a lot of judgment will come my way for it, but if my pregnancy journey can help even one woman not feel so alone, then I'm happy with sharing it.

#pregnancy mention #pregnant #preggers #pregnancy #single mother #single mom #polaroids #polaroid #instax #instant photography #inspiration #instaphoto #baby bump #baby #babyboy #my baby

[shaylybaby2032]

Foolish Hearts

Rated: NSFW/18+

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel x OFC

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Word count: 9,511

A/N: Please do not copy my work to any platform without my permission, even if giving credit.

Summary: Audrey stops in for a visit with Sam, Dean, and her favorite Archangel on April Fool's Day. Pranks backfire and feelings are called out. Will Audrey and Gabriel be able to come out on the other side of this holiday with each other or will they foolishly let love slip through their fingers?

Audrey had known the Winchesters for years, and the friendship she had built with the two men meant the world to her. When Castiel, Gabriel, and Jack had joined the family it just seemed to make things complete. She loved each of them dearly, however the life of a hunter kept her time occupied. She didn't get to see them anywhere near as much as she would have liked, save for Gabriel, who liked to pop up to check on her often wherever she may be.

Those times when he would randomly show up and jump into whatever it was that she was doing, whether it be a hunt or just hanging out in some no star motel watching bad TV, always made her smile. Aside from some playful flirting, that she knew was just Gabriel being Gabriel, he had never shown any interest in her other than friendship. Still, she couldn't help the flutter that happened in her heart when he looked at her with those mesmerizing golden eyes of his and smiled at her with that turn of his lips that showcased his dimples. She couldn't stop from melting just a little when he called her one of the pet names he had seemed to reserve just for her.

She always made sure to keep those feelings locked down deep. Her friendship with the Archangel meant way too much to her to ruin it by revealing her feelings to him, especially when she knew he did not feel the same way about her. How could he? Why would an Archangel have any interest in her whatsoever?

Audrey's dark blue eyes lit up as she pulled up to the front of the bunker the Winchester brothers called home. The younger of the two was standing outside waiting on her with an excited smile on his face. She placed her vehicle in park and shut off the engine as she tucked a few errant strands of her chestnut brown hair behind her ear. A bright smile overtook her face as she turned to see Sam already opening the door for her.

“Sam!!!” Audrey squealed as she jumped from her seat and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

“It's great to see you, Audrey!” he replied as he returned her sentiment, winding his arms around her tightly.

As they pulled away from one another, she shut her door and he slung his arm around her shoulders.

“So what brings you our way?” Sam asked as he guided her toward the bunker’s entrance.

“Had a case in Colorado. Couldn't resist swinging by to see my boys on the way out.”

“Well, we are all really happy you're here. Though, you may have picked a bad time.”

She looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow is April Fool's Day,” he stated simply. “You know how Dean and Gabe get.”

“Oh, Gabe is here?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant about the subject.

Truth be told, she knew exactly what day it was, and that it meant her favorite Trickster Archangel would be around plotting out his pranks on the eldest Winchester.

“Yeah, he's here,” Sam confirmed, an annoyed look taking over his features. “They are both already paranoid of each other. Cas took Jack on a road trip to get away from it.”

Audrey laughed happily as she took in her friend's expression. “We'll get through it together, Sam!”

“Yeah, you say that now. But wait until you get pulled into one of their pranks!”

The two continued chatting as they entered the bunker and made their way to the kitchen where Dean was taking a beer from the refrigerator. When he turned and saw them he smiled widely and crossed the room to hug Audrey.

“It's been too long!” Dean said as he pulled away and started toward the fridge again. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, that would be great!” Audrey said as she moved to lean against the counter in the middle of the kitchen and rested her elbows on the surface, clasping her hands together.

Sam mimicked her actions, placing himself next to her as Dean retrieved two more drinks from the fridge and brought them over. The three of them stood gathered around the kitchen island catching up on what had happened in their lives since the last time they had seen each other. As Audrey was telling the brothers, rather animatedly, about her last hunt, Gabriel quietly walked into the kitchen.

The Archangel had had every intention of greeting her when he walked through the doorway, that was, before he saw her fully engrossed in the conversation she was having. He loved how expressive she was when she was talking about something she was passionate about, and he could watch her do so all day. The way her eyes sparkled, how her body moved with the emotion she was conveying, and the grin that stayed on her lips always had him transfixed. He recalled the last time they had been together, less than a week prior, when he had listened to her talk for two hours about her love of theatre, egging her on with questions when it started to look like she was second guessing herself on talking about the subject in the first place.

Gabriel leaned his shoulder against the door jam with an adoring smile etched into his features as she mimicked stabbing the wraith she had been talking about with a silver blade. The action had caused her to turn and catch a glimpse of the Archangel watching her intently. She stopped mid sentence as her eyes lit up and her smile grew. Seeing how happy his presence had made her made his heart stutter.

“Gabe!!!” she cried exuberantly as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a year.

“Hey, Sugar!” he greeted as he wrapped his own arms around her middle.

The display of affection lasted much longer than the quick hugs she had given Sam and Dean, long enough that both brothers turned to each other with knowing grins on their faces. Both knew that the two of them had ceased to exist for the moment in their friends’ worlds. They let them continue for a bit more before Dean cleared his throat, causing them to break away from one another and reluctantly turn their attention back to the brothers with both of their cheeks holding a tint of pink.

“Geez you two, get a room!” Dean teased, not being able to resist furthering the embarrassment in both of his friends’ posture.

“Dean!” Sam half scolded, failing to hide his smile.

“Sam, do you think you could take a look at my laptop?” Audrey said quickly, nervously trying to change the subject. “It's been acting kinda screwy lately.

“Sure,” Sam replied with a chuckle. “Where is it?”

“In my car. I'll go get it!”

She hurriedly turned and almost sprinted out of the room with the younger Winchester following her, still quietly laughing to himself. Gabriel watched as they left, trying to bury his annoyance with Dean for his remark.

“So,” Dean started, pulling the Archangel's attention to him once more, “are you finally going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” Gabriel said, raising a speculative eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. “That you got a thing for her.”

Gabriel's mouth dropped open in surprise. He had thought he had kept his feelings for Audrey on the down low, burying them deep so they wouldn't interfere with their friendship. He loved being able to come around her whenever he wanted to see her. She was always so happy to see him and they always had fun together. No sense in ruining that by telling her he wanted more than friendship with her when he was certain she didn't feel the same.

“What?!” he stammered. “Dean, I don't...that's not...we're just friends!”

The Winchester barked out a laugh at his lame attempt at deflection. “Is that the best you got?”

Gabriel glowered at him.

“Come on, Gabe! You are so not subtle! You hate hunting. Hell, we have to practically beg you or be near death for you to help us on a case. Yet, you are willing to walk into any hunt with her. Not to mention, she told me about your date.”

“What date?!” Gabriel demanded. “We didn't go on a date!”

“Yeah, she claimed it wasn't one either,” Dean said with a sly smile. “But what else do you call sitting through a four hour performance of Hamlet for a girl in a tiny little black box theatre when you don't even like Shakespeare? Oh! And then there was the dinner you took her to beforehand when you don't even eat. Sounds like a date to me, man.”

“It wasn't a date!” The Archangel exclaimed defensively. “Hamlet is her favorite Shakespeare play and she was having a really bad week! I just wanted to see her smile!”

Dean's grin widened in triumph. “Exactly my point. You should tell her how you feel. She did come all this way to see you. Least you can do is meet her half way.”

“She didn't come here to see me! She's here to see you and Sam!”

Dean's brow raised in disbelief. “You really think she didn't know you were going to be here given our traditions with April first? I'll admit that Sam and I are a bonus, but she's here cause she knew you would be here.”

Gabriel didn't even want to think about what the possibility of her being at the bunker just to see him did to him. He pushed down the fluttering in his stomach and scoffed at the edler Winchester. “Whatever, Dean. It's just not like that.”

Dean pursed his lips, contemplating his next move. “So...you won't mind if I make a move then?”

“WHAT?!” A turbulent mix of anger, jealousy, and anxiety had the Archangel's stomach turning.

“Well, I mean, you're not interested and Audrey's hot. Besides that, she's just an all around awesome chick. Might be fun.”

Gabriel's mind was racing so fast he wasn't sure what to say. Was Dean serious?! He wouldn't! Would he? Would she? No! She wasn't interested in either of the brothers like that! He was sure of that! Well... mostly sure. She had never mentioned any interest at least. Of course, Gabriel tended to avoid the topic of her being with anyone like the plague. The thought of her hooking up with some random guy shot feelings through him, much like the ones he was feeling for Dean right now, and from the self satisfied smirk on the Winchester's face, he knew exactly what he was doing.

The Archangel and the hunter stayed locked in their staring contest until they heard the steel door of the front entrance open and close. Audrey and Sam’s muffled voices filtered through to the kitchen. Dean's grin suddenly turned wicked and he took off in the direction of the library where he knew his brother would take Audrey's computer to work on it. Gabriel was quickly on his heels and they both skidded into the library almost stumbling over each other. Sam and Audrey looked up from the table they were seated at to look at the pair quizzically. Dean quickly recovered from his almost fall and sauntered over to the woman sitting with his brother.

“Hey Audrey,” he started, flopping down in the chair next to her, “you wanna go out and grab a drink with me tonight?”

Audrey's brows knitted together in confusion, her shoulders tensing a little at how he had phrased the question. “Just you?”

“NO!” Gabriel bit out before Dean could answer. When three sets of shocked eyes turned his way, he reeled in his reaction. When next he spoke, there was a much cooler exterior to his tone. “I mean, he's asking if you want to go with us...all of us.”

Audrey turned to Sam, who seemed to have as much of a clue about what was going on as she did. A thought finally occurred to her and she turned to look at the two with stern eyes.

“I swear to God you two!” she warned. “You better not be pulling me into this dumb prank war! Sam told me about the glitter breathing dragon in the bathroom Gabe snapped up last year!”

“Gabriel is under a strict no Archangel powered pranks rule this year,” Sam chimed in, narrowing his eyes at the now grinning angel.

“Oh, lighten up!” Gabriel said. “It wasn't real, and you gotta admit: Dean's face was priceless.”

Audrey couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her mouth as she thought about Dean walking into the bathroom for his morning shower and coming face to face with a dragon that looked like it was plucked straight out of the movie Dragonheart, thinking he was about to be roasted, only to be hit in the face with a shower of brightly colored rainbow glitter. However, she missed the swell of bashful pride that washed over Gabriel at her appreciation for his prank.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said in dismissal. “It was a good one. Even I have to admit that. Either way, there are rules this year that Sam and Cas made us both agree to, one of them being that the war can't commence until it is officially April first.” Dean moved to put an arm around Audrey's shoulders. “So, whaddya say? You game for a night out, Sugar?”

Gabriel had to fight back his grace from flaring in his eyes as anger coursed through him at Dean using one of his pet names for her. He desperately wanted to go over and rip his arm from her.

“Don't call me ‘Sugar,’” Audrey chided as she narrowed her eyes at the elder Winchester. “Only he's allowed to call me that.” She inclined her head in Gabriel's direction as she spoke.

“Sorry,” Dean replied quickly as he slipped his arm away.

Audrey relaxed at his apology and stood from the table. “Yeah, I'm up for going out. Just give me time to shower and change.”

Dean nodded and she moved to exit the room with Gabriel smirking in triumph as he watched her leave.

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Secret of the Sewers: Rescue and Revenge

Casey's head was throbbing like crazy as he began to come to. He went to rub his head, surprised when he found his wrists connected to each other. He looked at his hands, noting the futuristic cuffs with a note of disdain.

"Dammit." he cursed. "They got us."

April let out a groan from the ground next to Casey. He looked over at her, gently cradling her as she woke up. As he did, he noticed a strange straw dangling from the corner of her mouth. That was about the time he noticed a similar straw in his own mouth.

"What the-?" he let out, going to grab the straw.

Before he could, Splinter's tail wrapped around his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

"I would advise against that, Mr. Jones." Splinter warned. "These things are what are allowing us to breathe."

Casey went wide-eyed when he saw the rat master leaning against the wall, as well as Mr. Murakami. What really shocked him was the unconscious form of Leatherhead, bindings around his wrists, ankles, and even a muzzle over his mouth.

"Holy chalupa..." he let out. "They got all of us."

"Indeed." Murakami agreed. "These creatures were quite thorough in their hunt. Whatever the turtles and their sister did to anger them, it must have been quite a spectacle."

"From what we've seen of them, they're not one to do things by halves." April commented, sitting up and leaning against the wall of the cell.

"Yes." Splinter nodded, looking at his bound wrists. "I can only hope that their situation is less dire than our own."

...

Mikey was pacing back and forth across the floor of the rebel base. His fingers were running through his hair as he grew more and more anxious.

"Oh man, I can't believe this is happening!" He exclaimed. "They got everyone we knew! I mean, I can see them snagging April, possibly Casey too, but sensei, Murakami and LH?! That's insane!"

Raph whacked his brother upside the head, causing him to stop pacing. He shook his head, facing his red brother.

"Feel better?" Raph questioned.

Mikey thought for a minute.

"A little." he admitted.

"We need to find them." Leo declared. "Traximus, do you know where Zanramon would take his prisoners?"

"While he would normally send his prisoners to Incarceron, considering who he is dealing with, I doubt he would be willing to risk a repeat of what happened when he imprisoned the five of you." Traximus answered.

"I see our reputation around there is still intact." Mikey remarked.

"But Incarceron was his high security prison." Donny remembered. "Where else would he send them?"

"That is just it, Donatello." Mona Lisa spoke up. "I do not believe they are to be 'sent' anywhere. If anything, they are to be 'delivered'."

"Delivered?" Leo repeated.

"To Zanramon himself." Traximus concluded.

A silence fell over the siblings before Raph voiced their collective opinion.

"Frikken shitaki mushrooms on a stick!" He cursed.

"This is gonna make things a lot trickier." Leo dreaded.

"Hey, it's not like our lives were ever easy before." Hisako reminded.

"So, how are we gonna infiltrate Zanramon's place or whatever, rescue our friends, and put the whammy on our least favorite Prime Leader, all the while getting out alive?" Donny proposed.

"I don't know." Leo admitted. "I don't know."

...

With Splinter and the others, Commander Mozar escorted the five captives down to a private chamber where the Prime Leader was waiting. Two Triceratons were dragging Leatherhead, the croc still heavily sedated to prevent him from fighting. Casey scanned the area they were entering, Splinter doing the same.

"Uh, Splinter?" Casey whispered. "Is it just me, or does this place look like a private torture chamber?"

"Keep your wits about you, Mr. Jones." Splinter told him. "These are not the first adversaries that sought to break us."

April just let out a whimper, staying close to Casey as the group was finally brought before the Prime Leader. He looked as intimidating as ever, though now that they met him in person, the group could see some strange burns across his skin. April recognized them almost immediately.

"It looks like he was dumped in some sort of acid." she muttered quietly. "I wonder what-"

"Welcome, inferior creatures." Zanramon created, cutting off April's train of thought. "I suppose you five are wondering why I had my men bring you here."

"Actually, I was wondering what happened to your face." Casey quipped. "Lose a game of acid dunk tank?"

Zanramon growled in response.

"If you must know, these burns are thanks to the four Gamarons and the humanoid that you five ally yourselves with." He snarled.

"They did that?" April questioned. "But how? They're not capable of-"

"Silence!" Zanramon ordered.

Mozar then stepped forward, stabbing April in the back with a stun baton. She screamed and fell to her knees, Casey catching her as Splinter stepped forward.

"Enough!" Splinter snapped. "Your quarrel is with my children, not with them!"

"Any ally of those five fugitives is an enemy of mine." Zanramon dismissed. "And you have the nerve to call them your children so flippantly? It seems you are unaware of just how many crimes your so-called 'children' committed."

"Then perhaps you would like to enlighten us of these supposed crimes." Murakami spoke up.

"They assaulted officers of the Triceraton armada." Zanramon began. "They stole personal property of the Prime leader not once, but twice! They instigated a riot in our maximum security prison, as well as attempted an escape! They caused a full rebellion in my Arena of Carnage, freeing all of my gladiators! And, to top it all off, they held me hostage before feeding me to a Kraathatrogon!"

"I'm guessing that's the reason for your bacon face." Casey assumed.

Zanramon was seething with rage, to the point that he walked up to Casey and slapped him across the face. He fell to the ground, his face stinging.

"It seems that everything associated with those five pests is wrought with dissent and disrespect." the Triceraton snarled.

"Only to those who deserve it." Splinter remarked.

Zanramon lifted his hand to smack Splinter, but the rat didn't even flinch. Realizing that giving into his anger was pointless, Zanramon lowered his arm, adjusting his robe and taking a deep breath.

"You are merely eating away at your own time." Zanramon warned. "This planet's very existence lay on the line, and you stand here making witty remarks and trying my patience."

"Then I suggest you get the point." Splinter told him.

"Very well." Zanramon replied. "Tell me where your 'children' are hiding. I get them, and perhaps I will allow your planet to become part of the great Triceraton Republic."

"Never." Splinter said firmly.

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way." Zanramon declared. "Prep them, and start with the rat."

Mozar grabbed Splinter, dragging him over to a large, metal slab. He slammed him against it, thick bindings immediately grabbing hold of Splinter. The rat master instinctively struggled as several guards held back Casey, April, and Murakami.

"Even the most resilient of prisoners always give up their secrets." Zanramon bragged as Mozar picked up a menacing looking helmet. "Because we pry them right from your brain. Though I will warn you, the process is… excruciatingly painful."

Mozar slammed the helmet down on Splinter's head and it latched on. The rat stiffened as Zanramon leaned in.

"Last chance to do this the easy way." he warned.

Splinter remained silent, his fists clenched in anticipation for what was to come. Zanramon snorted, then straightened up.

"Fine." he let out.

All of a sudden, the helmet began to spark wildly. Splinter started growling in discomfort from the helmet's effects. The groans soon began to become louder as the pain grew, his claws scratching at the table as he struggled to free himself, the helmet delving deeper into his mind.

...

"Zanramon wouldn't have them brought to his throne room." Traximus surmised. "He's most likely taken them to his private torture chamber."

"Do you know where that is?" Raph questioned.

"I'm afraid not." Traximus lamented.

That's when Hisako brightened.

"I bet I could find out where it is." she suggested.

"You got a lot of ground to cover." Donny told her. "You sure you can handle it?"

"This place isn't as big as the whole city of New York." Hisako argued. "Besides, what choice do we have?"

She assumed a meditative position on the ground, branching out to try and find the others. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, she suddenly doubled over, clutching her head and screaming in agony.

"Hisako!" The turtles cried out.

She kept screaming, her fingers digging into her skull as blood began to run down her face. Still, despite the extreme pain she was in, she could feel another presence suffering with her.

"Sensei!" she cried out.

"Sensei?" Leo repeated. "What about Sensei?"

"He-!" she convulsed again, curling up tighter as she tried to fight through the pain. "He's hurting!"

She writhed on the ground, drawing in a crowd of concerned revolutionaries. Blood was now beginning to flow from her eyes, much to Donny's grave concern.

"Hisako, get out of there!" He shouted. "You're killing yourself!"

It was unclear whether she heard him or not, but she did not stop, reaching out desperately for her father's mental spirit.

"SENSEI!" she screamed, both physically and mentally.

...

In the midst of all his pain and agony, Splinter somehow managed to hear his daughter calling out to him. Needing something to focus on, he latched onto her voice, calling out to her.

"Hisako..." he mentally wheezed. "My child… is that you?"

"Sensei… it hurts… what's happening?"

"He is… trying… to probe my mind…" He barely replied. "For you…"

"No… He can't..."

"I need you… my daughter…" Splinter requested. "Use me… as a channel..."

"I can't! It's too much…!"

"Yes... you can!" Splinter told her. "I… have faith… in you… be strong!"

"I'll… try..."

...

Hisako's screaming began to peter out as her entire body began to glow. Small bits of rubble began to shake around her, floating off the ground. The turtles looked at this, realizing what was about to happen.

"Everybody!" Mikey shouted. "Hit the deck!"

The others went for cover, the rebels following suit as Hisako began floating in the air. She let out an ear piercing scream as energy exploded outward, sending everything and everyone flying away from her. Light poured from her eyes and mouth in perhaps the greatest display of power she'd ever shown.

...

The helmet attached to Splinter's head began dancing with green power. The lights flickered and the room began to shake. Casey and April exchanged looks, then grabbed each other and hit the deck. April dragged Murakami down as well, urging him to take cover. Then, the helmet completely exploded, sending out a wave of green energy that seemed to come out of Splinter himself. His eyes were glowing for a moment as his bindings disintegrated, the energy freeing him.

The wave of power knocked all of the Triceratons back and freed the other four captives. More than that, the feeling of power washing over him caused Leatherhead to stir.

"Oracle..." he groaned, fighting off the tranquilizers keeping him down.

The light died from Splinter's eyes as he slid from the table, disoriented and shaken from what had just happened. April quickly helped steady him, looking at him in surprise.

"Was that-?" she began.

"Hisako, yes." Splinter replied. "She felt the same pain I did, and helped to free me from that accursed device."

"Oracle… pain..." Leatherhead snarled, his eyes beginning to glow.

Casey saw the croc beginning to liven up and got an idea.

"Yeah, these guys hurt Hisako's dad." Casey explained. "And when they did that, she felt his pain. She was screaming, crying out, because of what these monsters were doing."

Leatherhead snarled at the thought, his eyes becoming bright red as the Triceratons were beginning to come to. Casey took a step back, then utter the phrase that signed their death warrants.

"If it had gone on any longer, they might have killed her." he told the croc.

With that, Leatherhead snapped up and barreled at the Triceratons. He picked one up and threw him into a group of others, knocking them down. He then whipped his tail around and smacked another Triceraton back. As one ran up, he leapt onto him and slashed at his face, causing him to cry out before falling to the ground.

"Restrain this beast!" Zanramon ordered.

Leatherhead snapped his head around and snarled at him before running straight at him. Zanramon stood his ground, catching Leatherhead's hands and wrestling with him. As the two struggled against one another, Casey grabbed Murakami as April continued helping Splinter.

"We need to get out of here." April insisted. "More Triceratons will be coming, and even with LH worked into a blood frenzy, I doubt he'll be able to hold them all off."

"Agreed." Splinter concurred. "We must escape and the sooner the better."

"What about Leatherhead?" Casey asked.

"He is strong of will and spirit." Splinter reassured as they got moving. "I have a feeling he will not be captive to them for long."

"Yo, LH!" Casey called out. "Hisako's waiting for ya!"

Spurred by the idea of seeing his precious Oracle again, LH gave Zanramon a hearty shove, sending him flying into a wall. The croc then lumbered after the group on all fours. With the mutant croc back among their ranks, the five bolted out of the room and down the hallway.

"Yoshi-kun." Murakami spoke up. "Do you know where we are going?"

"Yes." Splinter answered, slowly pulling himself from April's grip and taking the lead. "Hisako showed me the way."

...

In the aftermath of Hisako's mental bomb, the psychic had promptly dropped to the ground, motionless and groaning. Raph and Mikey hoisted her up while Donny checked for vital signs.

"She's alright," Donny reported. "But she's spent a shell ton of energy."

Traximus pulled himself out from under a pile of weapons, looking at Hisako with surprise.

"I am thankful that she chose a pacifist route when we crossed paths in the Arena." he said quietly.

"She's very selective on who she gets violent over." Mikey told him.

Hisako groaned in Raph and Mikey's grip, her head lolling about as she tried to focus.

"Sen...sei..." she let out, her voice weak and cracking.

"Take it easy sis." Raph told her. "You put on a shell of a show."

"Escaped..." she winced, weakly pointing off in the distance. "Coming… Need… to help..."

Her hand became shakier with each word before her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out, her arm flopping down once more.

"I think I know where she wants us to go." Leo deduced. "Trax, you mind carrying her?"

"Not at all." Traximus replied, plucking up Hisako and draping her across his shoulder.

The group then went down the direction Hisako was pointing.

...

Splinter and the others made their way out of the hallways, and down into the sewers to avoid detection.

"We should be safe down here." April said, though it was clear she wasn't quite certain about her statement.

LH began sniffing the air, his eyes still bright and he was still on all fours.

"Not… alone..." he snarled.

Casey and Murakami readied themselves as April held Splinter, still recovering from the mental strain. Suddenly, a cluster of shadows began to approach the group, making their way around the corner. The first to emerge was Traximus, a bloody Hisako still on his back. The second he laid eyes on the sight, LH completely lost it. He charged forward and tackled Traximus to the ground, ready to claw him to pieces. Fortunately, the turtles sprang forward and grabbed his arms.

"Whoa, Leatherhead!" Mikey called out. "It's cool!"

"This is Traximus." Leo explained. "He's a friend."

Splinter cradled his daughter, who had been knocked to the ground in Leatherhead's haste. As he held her, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled slightly.

"Hi dad..." she whispered.

"Hello my child." Splinter greeted back. "I knew you could do it."

LH turned towards Hisako, hearing her voice. He quickly went over to her and caressed her face, the glow dying from his eyes as she reached up and returned the touch.

"Oracle..." The croc said quietly.

"Hey big guy..." Hisako replied. "Don't kill Traximus. He's a good guy."

"If you... say so." Leatherhead relented.

"Aww." Mikey let out. "He acts all big and mean, but he's really just a big softie."

He then realized Traximus hadn't moved from where LH had pinned him, no doubt afraid to provoke the croc anymore.

"Dude, you can get up now." Mikey told him.

Traximus then got back to his feet and rejoined the others, keeping a wary eye on the croc.

"We're just happy you're all ok." Donny told them.

Mona Lisa then let out a cough.

"Perhaps we should retreat back to base camp before the Prime Leader sends out a search party?"

"What about Zanramon?" Raph asked.

"Hisako is in no condition to do anything to him right now." Leo told him. "We need to fall back and give her time to rest. Once she's fully rested and we have a plan, then we make our move."

Raph nodded in response before the group retreated.

...

Back in the torture chamber, Zanramon had just picked himself up as the troops not decimated by Leatherhead began to get up. Mozar dislodged himself from a broken table, his metal arm off to the side. As he fetched it and reattached it, he turned to the Prime Leader in fear and shame. He knelt down, bowing his head.

"Forgive me, Prime Leader." he begged. "The creatures have all escaped."

"This will not stand!" Zanramon declared. "Prepare communications to broadcast another message! It is clear that we have been too generous with these inferior pests."

Mozar gave a salute, then rushed off to do as he was told.

...

Once the group returned to base camp, Hisako was laid to rest on a small blanket off to the side. Leatherhead curled around her, acting as her guardian and pillow as she slept. Splinter took the time to rest as well, the mental strain from earlier still weighing heavily on him. All the while, April and Casey took the opportunity to meet their new alien friends.

"So, you're the alien salamander Raph told us about." April said to Lisa.

"Salamandarian." Lisa corrected. "And yes. You may call me Mona Lisa."

Casey grinned as he elbowed Raph playfully.

"Guess Hisako's not the only one who's attracted to powerful reptiles." he quipped.

"Oh get over yourself." Raph replied, playfully pushing him.

The two laughed as Leo introduced Traximus. The blue turtle also took the opportunity to apologize for earlier.

"Sorry about Leatherhead almost ripping your face off." he apologized. "He's extremely protective of Hisako."

"And it didn't help that I worked him into a frenzy so we could escape." Casey added, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry."

"It is quite alright." Traximus insisted. "It is not hard to see how protective he is of her."

"You have no idea." Leo replied. "The guy would both die and kill for her."

"At the same time if he could." Donny added.

As the group continued talking, Monza-Ram came running up with a distressed look on his face.

"Everyone!" He called out. "Zanramon is making another announcement!"

Everyone quickly gathered around a small holographic projector, even Splinter and a semi-conscious Hisako joining, the latter on LH's back. Monza-Ran turned on the projector, showing an image of Prime Leader Zanramon.

"It has come to my attention that I have become far too lenient with my ultimatum regarding the Gamarons and their allies." Zanramon addressed. "They have escaped justice for far too long, and I have grown tired waiting for you insects to hand them over. Because of this, you now have one hour to hand them over to me. Otherwise, your planet will feel the might of my Decimator Cannon!"

There was a collective gasp from every single revolutionary in the base camp. Lisa's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes going wide as she fell to her knees, her face a paler shade of blue. The hologram then cut out as a stunned silence filled the camp. The turtles looked around at their allies, feeling more than a little apprehensive about Zanramon's threat.

"Okay, I'll bite." Donny spoke up. "What's a Decimator cannon?"

"It is the ultimate weapon of the Triceraton republic." Monza Ram answered. "It is a deadly laser that can cut through to the center of a planet, detonating its molten core."

"Many planets have been obliterated by the terrible weapon." Lisa let out, shivering slightly. "Including Salamandaria."

The turtles were left speechless at the revelation.

"Can… can he really do that?" Donny asked.

"He can." Traximus dreaded. "And will unless his demands are met, or we manage to destroy that weapon."

"Then we got to get to Zanramon now!" Raph insisted. "We need to change his mind so he leaves before blowing up the earth!"

"Even if Hisako was in a state that she could perform such a feat, I do not believe it would do much good." Splinter spoke up.

"Yoshi is right." Murakami agreed. "I have heard that amount of hatred and venom before, from none other than Oroku Saki. Even if you convinced him that you five were not on this planet, he would simply destroy Earth out of frustration and anger."

"Then we gotta take out that weapon." Leo decided. "... uh, any ideas on how?"

A heavy silence filled the room once more, then one of the all-stars went to speak. However, Monza Ram quickly shushed him, giving him a pointed look. Leo noticed this, not needing Hisako's telepathy to know something was up.

"If one of you guys has something to say, then now's the time." Leo told them.

Monza Ram shook his head instantly, but the all-star he had shushed refused to listen.

"I will not hold my tongue any longer." the All Star insisted. "Our blind silence has caused enough pain and suffering."

"Cathar be silent!" Monza Ram ordered.

"We were once the team in charge of the Decimator cannon." a second all-star spoke up, much to Monza Ram's fury.

"Mor-Tax!" Monza Ram exclaimed.

"We know how it works, how to arm and disarm it, and how to destroy it." Cathar concluded.

"It is what we were arrested for before we were thrown into the games." Mor-Tax added.

"Tell us everything you know." Donny insisted.

The two all-stars began their explanations as Monza Ram turned away. Leo looked at him in confusion, following him towards the corner of the base. The Triceraton was grumbling to himself, several expletives slipping past his lips.

"Why did you want your knowledge of the Decimator cannon a secret?" Leo asked.

Monza Ram sighed, his anger giving way to what looked like resignation and exhaustion.

"My men and I were loyal to Zanramon." He explained. "We followed orders and destroyed many planets for the glory of the Triceraton Republic. We never thought to question what we were doing… until the day we found a young Salamandarian boy carrying a young hatchling hiding on the ship."

"Sal Commander." Leo realized.

"They were children, innocent beings." Monza Ram recounted. "It is easy to forget that such creatures exist in times of war. They were a stark reminder of exactly what we were doing every time we fired that cannon."

He sagged to the ground, leaning against the stone wall.

"We destroyed their home." He let out, turning to Mona Lisa, who was being comforted by Raph across the room. "Her home."

"She didn't know." Leo guessed.

Monza Ram shook his head.

"How do you tell someone you are responsible for the destruction of their entire race?" He questioned. "How do you even begin to atone for such a crime? And… how can she cope with the knowledge that her brother gave his life to protect the ones who doomed her to this life?"

"I… don't have the answer for that." Leo admitted. "Only you do."

Monza Ram looked down in resignation, letting out a log sigh. After a minute, he lifted his head and rose to his feet.

"For now, the best I can do is aid my men in finishing what we started all those years ago." he declared. "Destroying that accursed weapon once and for all."

"Then let's get to work." Leo declared.

The two returned to the group, where Donny was in the middle of drawing up a plan. The All-Stars were still giving him as much info as they could. Traximus observed it all, occasionally glancing at Mona Lisa. The Salamandarian kept her eyes on the All Stars, as if unsure of what to think anymore. Raph just held her, quietly petting her head like he'd done to Hisako a million times.

"You gonna be ok?" He asked.

"I do not know." she answered honestly.

"Alright, according to the All Stars, the Decimator cannon is located at the lowest level of the home world." Donny reported.

"Hang on, there's a level lower than the sewers?" Mikey questioned.

"The Prime Leader wanted to ensure that saboteurs would have a difficult time finding and reaching it." Monza Ram explained.

"There's a single access point hidden within the Home world's main armory." Mor-Tax interjected, pointing to a spot on a provided map. "From there, we take the transport lift down to the bottom. We may meet some resistance from the team in charge once we get down there."

"Yeah well, what else is new?" Raph remarked.

"After we reach the Decimator cannon, we'll plant charges around the power supply line." Canthar instructed.

"And blow this baby to kingdom come." Donny finished.

"You make it sound so easy." Mona Lisa quipped. "But since there is only one way in or out of the cannon chamber, we run the risk of walking right into a possible ambush."

"She's right." Splinter concurred. "We need something that could draw the guards' attention."

"We could." Mikey spoke up.

Everyone turned to him.

"Think about it, Zanramon wants us, right?" Mikey asked. "We can lure his forces away while Traximus' team plants the charges."

"But, wait." Casey spoke up. "What about your secret?"

"Yeah, if you guys put yourselves out in the line of fire like that, you run the risk of getting captured." April noted.

"More than that, Zanramon seems like the type who would make your execution public." Murakami added. "No doubt the entire world would know you exist, and in the event you survive and our plan succeeds, I doubt you would be able to return to being secrets of the sewers."

"Our little secret doesn't matter much if there's no one to keep it from." Mikey said.

"Mikey's right." Leo agreed. "If we put our desire for secrecy over the lives of billions of innocent people, then we're no better than the monsters we've worked so hard to fight."

"Besides, he's gotta catch us to execute us." Raph snorted. "He got lucky last time he caught us, and he ain't gonna get another opportunity like that again."

"Right, he'll leap at the opportunity to get payback for everything." Donny agreed.

"He made that much quite clear when we spoke with him." Splinter nodded.

"Then I guess it's settled." Hisako spoke up, leaning over Leatherhead's shoulders. "We earthlings will draw Zanramon's forces away while Traximus' team handles the cannon."

"My friends..." Traximus interjected. "I cannot ask you to do this."

"It's alright, Traximus." Leo insisted. "We know what we have to do, and we're all in agreement. This is the only way."

"Well if we're all in agreement, I suggest we get to work." Donny spoke up. "We've got less than an hour to pull this off, or Earth goes the way of the dodo."

"Right." Leo agreed. "Let's move!"