#and my brother isn’t the best dad but he’s way better when she’s not around

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for whosoever believeth in him (shall not perish but have everlasting life)

An exploration of the two oldest Applebees siblings' relationship with religion. tw// religious trauma, child abuse, let me know if I should add anything else.

Part One: The Prophet

Part Two: The Proselyte

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight."

-Proverbs 3:5-6

When Kristen was having a hard day, this is the verse that came to mind most often. It was the one she fell back on when it got hard to stay awake at church, or Bucky did something to annoy her and her first instinct was to annoy him back. She was Helio’s Chosen, she knew better than to act like that. It’s not Bucky’s fault he hadn’t learned yet, he wasn’t Chosen like her, he would come to it in his own time. Instead, she would correct him gently and mend anything he broke with a Mending cantrip, one of the earliest signs of her Blessing. It’s the one she’s repeating under her breath now, as she dies in a highschool cafeteria, surrounded by the corn that should have, by all accounts, been blessed with Helio’s light and protected or healed her rather than harmed her. It’s her first set of dying words, though no one else would ever know it. 

She sneaks her principal into heaven only to be sent back to the mortal plane herself. Worse than that, Helio refuses to answer the one question that’s been sitting on her mind for years: why do you let bad things happen to good people? Not only does he not have an answer, he throws her out of the afterlife when s he asks. There is a seed of doubt firmly planted in her heart by that interaction, though she supposes this isn’t the first time she felt a flutter of something like it. 

"I can do all this through Him who gives me strength."

-Philippians 4:13

She supposes this could have gone better. She’s never been left home alone to babysit before, but her parents say that since he just turned nine she’s finally old enough. She’s making macaroni and cheese, with all three boys running around the dining room table. Bucky and Bricker are chasing Cork around the table because he has something she can’t quite make out in his hands, all screaming over each other. She’s just glad that when she told them it wasn’t safe to play in the kitchen they actually listened to her. She felt herself glow with pride at the thought, knowing her mom and dad would be proud of her for taking care of everyone tonight if all went well. 

Then, a lot of things happen at once. There’s a crash, a scream, a thudding sound, and then all her brothers are crying. Bricker runs into the kitchen and barely stops short of crashing into her. 

“KRISTENKristencomequickit’sCorkhe’shurt and—” he half-shouts, but she stops listening. 

“Stay here, turn off the stove, and bring me the emergency phone!” she says immediately, shouting her instructions as she runs into the other room. When she arrives she sees Bucky first, blood all over his hands and face. It takes her a moment to remember what Bricker said and realize it isn’t his own blood, but Cork’s. She casts her eyes downward to see her youngest brother lying there, limp and colorless as blood pooled around him. There’s an action figure, one of Bucky’s, scattered into several pieces about a foot away from his hand. She approaches quickly, realizing that the blood is coming from his head, and grabs one of the napkins off of the table as she pushes Bucky out of the way.

“What happened?” she demands. Bucky looks up at her through his tears, and she realizes abruptly that she doesn’t know how to fix this. 

“We were just trying to get my Adventure Man toy back! I tried to grab him and he lost his balance and his head hit the table and then he just started bleeding so fast I didn’t know what to do,” he says, and she does her best to offer him a comforting smile. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” she assures him, silently begging Helio for forgiveness for bearing false witness, knowing the moment the lie passes her lips that she’ll have to repent in church for it on Sunday. He seems to relax at her words. “Go and get the black bottle with the white cap from under the bathroom sink.” she says, and he runs off. She’s left alone, for just a moment, with a slowly-dying Cork, and is faced with the helpless thought that she can’t heal him. She should have been watching him. 

She begins to whisper prayers, each and every one she knows, under her breath. 

Bucky and Bricker enter the room at the same time, both holding the things she instructed them to grab. She takes the hydrogen peroxide and tells Bucky to take the phone and call their parents, tell them they need to come home, but she’s not sure how to proceed after that. She feels tears prickle in her eyes as Cork’s breathing becomes shallower and shallower, and does her best to clean the wound and wrap it up despite the fact that the blood-soaked towel isn’t doing much anymore. 

Just when the tears begin to fall, the moment that all hope seems lost, it happens. Her hands glow with a brilliant, burning golden light and the air fills with the scent of popcorn. Cork’s eyes fly open as the color returns to his face, and suddenly she can breathe again. She pulls her littlest brother into a tight hug, and Bucky and Bricker join them. She can faintly hear the sound of her parents as they come through the door, moments too late to be helpful but she’s grateful they’re there nonetheless. The whole world feels far away except for her brothers, right here with her. 

“What happened here?” her mom asks, “Kristen, did you just heal your brother? Was he hurt, did you heal him?” 

Kristen looks up from the hug and is only able to nod before her dad starts to separate the four of them. Bucky and Bricker move back when they’re told to, sent off to get cleaned up, but it takes her a few extra seconds before she can let herself let go. Her mom wraps her arms around her to guide her into the living room, and through the shock Kristen can faintly hear her calling Pastor Amelia to share the good news. 

“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is Sol’s will for you in Lord Helio.”

-1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Kristen’s eyes are starting to get heavy. She’s been staring upward for almost a full twenty-four hours at that point, feeling the searing heat of Sol’s light burn her face as she murmurs her prayers along with the pastor onstage. Pastor Amelia’s shift ended some time ago, so it was a man’s low southern drawl leading them now, but she can’t be sure how long it’s been. She’s ten, so it’s not her first Harvest Festival, so Helio is making her last longer than he used to before he intervenes to help her through her prayers. Her skin feels raw and blistering, and her eyes strain against the unrelenting light. She’s doing her best to make him proud.  

She knows the girl beside her, who seemed so devoted when they met at the beginning, was carried out after only three hours or so. The boy in front of her passed out from the heat not long after. She had noticed that he drank all of his daily water in the first hour, but could do nothing to warn him. Bucky is on her other side, here for his first year in the Prayer and doing well. Next year they’ll be in different age groups, but she’s glad to have him here now. She’s pretty sure he’ll have to kneel soon because of how he’s shaking and sweating. Kneeling is allowed as long as they know you’re still awake. There’s a part of her that wants to kneel first so he’s not nervous, but she also knows it’s important that she remains standing as long as possible to fully connect with Helio. 

She knows that probably within the hour, they’ll get an optional ten-minute break to refill their water. If Bucky can last until then, she’s pretty sure he’ll be able to make it through the next day. 

He kneels, his head falling onto the ground immediately. She knows it’s technically against the rules, but she kicks him in the arm and casts one of her smallest healing spells for him. She can barely see in her peripheral vision as he glows momentarily and looks up at her. He’s still faintly murmuring prayers, so he’s not actually out yet. Kristen feels the toll the spell takes and her knees buckle, so she slowly kneels to avoid taking out those around her if she falls. She distantly notices several other kids around her kneel quickly after, as if they were all awaiting her cue as Chosen. She thinks she should maybe feel guilty for that, but she can’t quite bring care about them right now, only Bucky. He’s still sweating, but as she kneels he seems to remember his placement and raises his face to the sun yet again. 

She waits anxiously for someone to say something or for Helio’s reprimand to come for breaking the rules. He sees all, so she knows it’s hopeless to think he won’t notice. 

Despite that, nothing comes. When the ten-minute break arrives, Bucky turns as if to speak with her and she just hands him her water jug. “Can you fill this for me, Buck? I’m going to pray through the break. As much ice as you can crush in there, please.” she requests, and he nods. 

“Yeah, Kristy, I can do that. I’ll let mom and dad know,” he responds, and she suddenly and desperately wishes for last year, when she was the only one of her siblings doing the full prayer and Bucky’s only job was to make sure she had water on breaks, free to spend most of the rest of the festival playing and enjoying the summer. 

The pastor is taking a break, so anyone staying is welcome to do their own prayers. If there’s anyone else in the field, they must be really far away from her. She feels the breeze for the first time in a while, but the sun also beats down harder than before. She sends Helio her apologies, doing her best to appease him, but never feels the sweet rejuvenation of his miracles. Not until the very last second of what should have been her break, right as people return to the field. She feels all eyes on her as she realizes she must have been the only one that stayed judging by the size of the crowd. Right as she registers that information, she feels a warmth in her chest. It expands outward and the day becomes ten times brighter. She’s glowing and feels herself becoming weightless. She knows it’s Helio’s blessing at last, knew all along that forgoing her break was the perfect way to repent. It lasts a full minute before she slowly descends, and when she does she feels it.

She feels like she’s fresh off of a full night’s sleep, completely refreshed. Her braid has redone itself, she feels clean, and her skin is no longer blistering. People suddenly crowd around her on all sides, each kneeling beside her and taking a moment to look up to the sky before returning to their new formation, remaking the neat lines that had been lost before as others failed. Bucky is the last to approach and takes his place beside her, reaching out to grab her hand for one fleeting moment before pulling away again. He puts her water jug and his own between them. For a while, everything is perfect. 

Seven hours later, the night brings a unique challenge, and the one that finally removes Bucky from the Prayer. It’s much cooler, a reprieve from the intense heat of the sun, but it’s also dark. At this point in the festival, that makes it too easy to fall asleep. He has the sense to kneel before he does it, but not to totally avoid colliding with Kristen. He falls across her feet, and suddenly she feels tears in her eyes. Maybe she should give up too, help him out of the crowd. She knows it would be frowned upon, and can picture the look of disappointment on her mom and dad’s faces when they see her step away. She can’t bring herself to move. Someone comes to collect Bucky, but she doesn’t see who. 

She lasts until noon the next day. It’s been a full forty-eight hours, and she’s the last one standing for their entire age group. The field is empty around her. The clock strikes loudly for twelve o’clock, the time of day where Helio’s magic is the strongest, and suddenly her legs buckle and go out from beneath her. She hits the ground hard, feels the dirt and rocks scrape against her knee. The moment her head hits the ground, she loses consciousness. 

Kristen wakes up alone on a cot. There’s a window open, letting fresh air and a little early morning light into the room. She checks her crystal to see it’s six in the morning, eyes aching at the light from the screen until she turns the brightness setting all the way down. She hovers over her mom’s contact for a few moments, considering texting to see where to find them, but can’t bring herself to actually do so. She closes her eyes instead to do a silent prayer for her daily spells, and it feels like a weight off her chest when she feels the holy magic fill her with warmth. Helio is proud of her. She did good. 

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord Helio is giving you.”

-Exodus 20:12

“Kristen, I don’t know how many times we’re going to have to go over this. If they don’t worship Helio, they’re sinners. It doesn’t matter what they do or say because anything done outside of Sol’s light is sin.” her dad is saying, frustration coloring his tone. 

Her mom nods in agreement. “If they aren’t faithful, they aren’t your friend. If you can’t depend on them to make the right choice on the most important decision, how can you trust them with anything else?”

Kristen finds herself at a loss for words. It had been Bricker who started all of this, playing with that little Goblin girl on the playground before Mac and Donna had gotten the chance to pull him away. It had been an innocent question. “But she was so nice, what could be wrong with her?” he had said. He’d also immediately accepted his parents’ simple answer: she was a non-believer. Kristen had been fighting this battle for half an hour at this point, determined to show her parents the truth of Helio’s light. This is part of being Chosen, she thinks. It’s her job to right these wrongs, even if it means standing up to her parents. 

“Mom, Dad, Sol’s light touches all creatures the same. If they act with good intentions and follow the rules of scripture, they have potential to find faith. Isn’t it our job to lead them there, and let them take their own path there? It doesn’t make them bad people, just lost ones.” she says, not for the first time. 

“That’s enough, Kristen,” Mac says finally, using his this-conversation-is-over voice. She winces slightly, knowing that she’s in trouble. “You need to drop this, or we’ll have to go have a talk with Pastor Amelia about you questioning Helio’s word. Is that what you want?”

Panic fills her at the thought of Pastor Amelia’s disappointed face and tone. There’s no way she would still be Helio’s Chosen if she really questioned Him and she knows it. Pastor Amelia having to step in would definitely call it to His attention. She shakes her head quickly. 

“No! No, of course not. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to question Him. I just didn’t understand, I guess,” she assures them quietly, and they seem satisfied. When she glances at her brothers, Bricker looks disappointed. She looks away.

“There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.”

-Proverbs 6:16–19

Kristen has never been more excited than her first day of highschool. She’s excited to make friends, and to fulfill Helio’s word by showing them the light. It’s the whole reason that she wanted to go to Aguefort, and it’s why she asks Daybreak to send her to detention with the bad kids. Who better to help the most lost souls in the school than the Chosen of Helio? Who better to bring them under his holy gaze?

She feels a little bad for lying, but knows that she can repent for it tonight and Helio will understand. She feels worse about asking Daybreak to lie for her, and knows she needs to apologize to him too. She’s Chosen, she should know how to act better than that.

It doesn’t matter. They don’t seem happy about her proselytizing, but they seem to like her anyway. She’s looking forward to her new group, to finally getting the chance to be the yeast that makes the whole loaf rise. 

She dies instead. 

“Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin."

-Leviticus 18:22

Tracker is maybe the coolest person Kristen has ever met. She’s openly queer, a werewolf, and she worships Galicaea. She grew up in the church and chose to leave it, which is scary, but it’s also really… Exciting? Thrilling? Enticing? Attractive? Kristen isn’t sure she has exactly the right word for it yet, but she knows it feels almost good. 

She’s not so sure about Helio anymore. How could He not have the answers she was looking for? Not even for her, His Chosen? What did it even mean to be Chosen by Him? Did it mean anything, if she didn’t choose Him too? She’s not so sure anymore. 

She hates that she hasn’t seen her brothers all week. It’s not like it is with her parents with them, they haven’t done anything wrong. She hates that her long school days have led to her avoiding her whole family. She’s had more sleepovers since school started than she has in the whole rest of her life. 

She’s pretty sure she has a crush on Tracker. What would that mean for her? Would that make her gay? Or maybe bi? She hopes, for a moment, for that to be the truth but now that she’s thinking about it the thought of spending the rest of her life with a husband in a traditional marriage sounds… suffocating. Spending the rest of her life with someone fun and interesting like Tracker sounds so much better. 

Maybe Helio isn’t everything. Maybe her parents are right about him, and if they are then she’s not interested. Maybe Helio holds hatred in his heart. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe she’ll find something new. 

Maybe she’ll take a leap of faith. 

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

-Hebrews 11:1

She can still cast magic. She’s not sure who or how, but her leap of faith didn’t strip her of her divine magic. She can still heal her friends, and her Spirit Guardians aren’t corn-themed. The magic flowing through her is strange and new, no longer searing heat but instead a slight chill that shoots its way through her from her very core. 

Every night’s a sleepover as long as she’s not living at home. Her parents haven’t even tried to get her home yet, not even a text since the other night. She’s just glad Fig and Gilear have been so nice to let Kristen move in with them. There’s no way she would have been able to leave that house if they hadn’t offered; she couldn’t imagine actually asking her friends to take care of her like this. Fig was just nice enough to offer first, so she didn’t feel as bad just accepting. 

Tracker is going to be her girlfriend, she’s pretty sure. She still has to actually ask, but she’s pretty sure the feelings she’s having are reciprocal. She talks to Ragh, quietly and briefly, about being gay. He doesn’t make fun of her, which she suspected he wouldn’t. He just nods respectfully along as she speaks and gives her a little head pat before they depart, the most affection she’s seen him show anyone but Dayne. 

Kristen’s decided that she’s happy with who she is. If someone has a problem with it, she doesn’t need to care. That’s how Tracker talks about it all: her queerness, her religion, her lycanthropy. There’s no reason Kristen should have to change who she is for some bullshit rules that don’t actually mean anything. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.

 “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.”

-Ephesians 2:8-9

Kristen is dying again. In the gym, at prom, she is being killed by the vice principal, but it doesn’t even matter. As Helio’s Chosen she is directed straight towards the main office of Heaven when she arrives, only to find Arthur Aguefort waiting for him. Not only does he agree to come back and help her return, but he also gives her his watch to use. 

Oh, and she creates a new god. 

No big deal. 

Okay, big deal. She hates her new god, but it’ll be okay. Maybe YES! just has to grow on her. 

“For Sol so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life”

-John 3:16

The chapel makes Tracker freak out, but Kristen can’t get the image of the goddess out of her head. She was beautiful, and there was something strikingly familiar about her. She tries several times to draw her, but to no avail. She doesn’t voice her desires to her friends or even to Tracker on any kind of deeper level, but feels herself drawn to the idea of a forgotten goddess who specializes in doubt. Doubt has already gotten her this far, right? 

As they venture into Sylvaire and split up to gather the ingredients, only to lose all their allies except Gilear. Oh, yeah, and Kristen almost dies again, but at least this time she saves Riz. At least this time she has the chance to do some good. She thinks that it’s worth it as long as her friends are safe. 

When they make it to the chapel in the forest, their second time coming in, she’s grateful to have Fabian watching her back. The whole place seems creepy, but also strangely alluring. She wants to understand who this goddess was before she was abandoned. Why would her followers do this to her? She steps closer. 

‘Why do you searching for me?’ a low, crackling voice speaks directly into her mind. 

“I heard that you were the goddess of doubt, and that really resonates with me right now,” Kristen begins to say, but those aren’t the right words. She pauses for a moment to think. “I have a lot of praise for you.” she says finally. 

There’s a sharp pain in her chest, accompanied by a horrible wet sound. She chokes, suddenly unable to catch her breath, and grasps for whatever hurt her only to make contact with something that feels like solid bone. She looks down and— Is that a spike? 

Fabian says something and then he’s gone and it’s dark. She holds onto consciousness for as long as she can, tilting her head up to the sky and wishing, just for a moment, for the strength of a god supporting her the way Helio used to. It doesn’t come. Neither do her friends.

‘I have a lot of praise for you.’

What was she thinking?

Kristen Applebees, dying yet again with a prayer on her lips.

“‘Who’ is easy. It is us, everything, and you. ‘Why’ is harder.’Why’ is something that only you can decide. The universe doesn't have a ‘why’.”

For a while, she’s floating in nothing. She doesn’t have a sense of time or space, it’s neither light nor dark, there is no sensation. Everything is just empty for a while, and then it’s not anymore. Her eyes are already open when she comes to, face turned upward towards the ceiling. 

She looks down to find a gaping hole in her chest, her tie-dye shirt soaked through with blood. She puts her hand through it to make sure it’s not an illusion, but realizes belatedly that that doesn’t mean anything in the Nightmare forest. Looking at her hand, she realizes that her pinky finger is missing too. 

She slowly, carefully, wanders out of the room and into the forest. Her friends are far away, and she’s scared, and she’s pretty sure she’s still dead. That suspicion is confirmed when she’s brought face-to-face with the person she wants to see the least right now: Helio. He’s accompanied by Sol and a woman Kristen doesn’t immediately recognize. 

The woman introduces herself as Galicaea, Tracker’s goddess, and Kristen can’t help but feel comforted by the thought of her girlfriend for a few moments before it all goes wrong. Are these her only options? Sol’s bullshit or Galicaea’s? 

No. 

She’ll make her own options. She punches Helio in the face. 

Her philosophers aid her as they always have, helping her find the path away and giving her magic while she can’t rely on a deity. She knows what she needs to do. 

She’s going to bring back the mystery goddess, no matter what it takes. 

“The first rule of existence is as above, so below. People are fractal images of the universe. You are, as we are.”

If the first rule is as above, so below, that’s where she’ll start.

She ends up deep in the forest, and she can hear Tracker hunting her somewhere in the distance. She takes mud from the forest floor and blood from her own chest, using it to paint the goddess’s face on the bark of a wide tree. She’s no artist, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

She all but lays down, her knees folded underneath her and body pressed low, but her eyes cast up to the image. Slowly, it shifts until it shows the image of a beautiful goddess, the very one Kristen has been reaching out for. 

She appears in an inky void, mountains in the distance and a deity made of starlight in front of her. They speak of finding comfort in the dark unknown and wielding doubt as a tool rather than holding it in her heart; Kristen feels something slot together like a piece has been missing from the core of her very existence and it’s finally here. 

She’s pulled out of the conversation by danger looming outside of her new twilight protective circle, but Tracker is the danger. He escapes into the woods, free yet again, and finally finds her friends. She feels drawn in until she can pull the pinky finger bone out of Adaine’s pocket. She casts raise dead, there’s a sudden bright flash of light, and then it’s done. 

She feels her body return to her, hears her friends’ exclamations of surprise at her sudden appearance. She can see, in the low dusk light, the purple tie-dye of her new shirt made to represent her new goddess. Cassandra. She takes her first breath.

St. Kristen Applebees is born again. 

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[akkpipitphattana]

i think kids should have way more of a say in custody battles btw

#like obvs if they literally can’t speak for themselves but even if they’re only like five or six they’re voice matters #and yes if there’s like definitive proof that the parent they choose is hurting them/an unfit parent that sucks #but kids are also so much smarter than people give them credit for #i’m so pissed off rn bc my brother is getting divorced and his ex is a manipulative bitch that has such control over him #she’s convinced him to go 50/50 with her having placement and it’s such BULLSHIT because shes an awful mother #she’s put hands on her kid before and she lives with her parents who are constantly yelling at him #not to mention she has two other kids shes fucked up and one doesn’t even talk to her #and my brother isn’t the best dad but he’s way better when she’s not around #and he also lives with us rn so the kid at least has me and my parents who care and have patience with him #and it’s just pissing me off bc everytime my nephew leaves here he throws a fit bc he doesn’t wanna fucking see his mom #and he’s just allowing her to make the fucking decisions. he’s not standing up for his kid at all #and it’s not like i don’t have sympathy for the fact that she’s clearly manipulating him but #BUT SHE HAD HIM ADMITTED LAST NIGHT AND THIS MORNING HES SINGING HER PRAISES #i’m just so pissed. i want better for my nephew #he deserves so much better than this #liz rambles

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hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

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This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

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[calzone-d]

Growing (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader

warnings: so much fluff, michelle & ted’s mom mention, ted worrying as per usual, talks of having a child

summary: just some domestic fluff and then a deep convo caused by something henry said

a/n: promise i’m alive! posting this from the basement of nursing school. but only 7 more months left then i will go crazy on here. anyways here’s dad!ted fluff to make your heart swoon. i miss ted so much, he deserved so much more 😭

find my masterlist here.

requests are always open!

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the morning sun felt warm against your skin as you stretched in bed. you’d slept throughout the night for the first time in months. usually, you’d wake up with your baby girl a few times a night. sometimes you and ted would swap off.

apparently he took it upon himself to be on baby duty all night, and you definitely appreciated the extra sleep.

if you listened close enough you could hear ted talking to henry. henry’s laughter echoed through the hallways and it made you smile softly.

henry was the best big brother to charlotte. he loved helping pick out her outfits and teach her new things. at first he was worried you’d pull away because after all, he isn’t technically your kid. luckily, after lots of pinky promises and hugs he got comfortable with the idea of a new addition to your tight knit family.

from the minute he first held her they’ve been best friends.

as you lay reminiscing, you could hear her high-pitched giggles and babbles mixed in with the rest of the chatter.

your joints popped as you stretched once more before pulling yourself out of bed to slip on one of ted’s old sweatshirts and your pajama shorts. the floor was cold on your feet, so you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and followed the sound of the laughter.

henry was in the living room, and had swapped out entertaining ted and charlotte for his video game. ted had your baby strapped to his chest in the baby carrier while he moved around the kitchen making breakfast. he had her facing forward, and her chubby little hands reached out to grab at anything he dared to pick up. her dark wispy hair and button nose were a replica of ted’s and it was even more obvious when their faces were close enough to compare.

when he wasn’t using two hands, he had one planted firmly on the front of the baby carrier over her stomach. even though she was secure, they both found a bit of extra comfort knowing the other was right there. by the way her fingers gripped his larger ones, she clearly didn’t mind.

ted made conversation with her like she was able to communicate with real words.

“the batter look good enough to you, baby?”

she cooed at him. he dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and brought it up to her mouth to taste.

“try some, charlotte.. here you go”, his voice was soft as she mouthed the pancake batter off his finger. she was silent for a moment before she began smacking her lips.

“you like it, sweet pea?”

she cooed and squealed more excitedly this time while kicking her legs out. her actions made ted giggle while he wiped his hand on a dish towel.

after a few minutes she started reaching for bowl of batter. ted brought another fingertip up to her mouth for her to taste. this time, it drew a sharp “ow!” out of him.

“shoot, sweetheart.. feels like you’ve got a tooth comin’ in there, huh?”

she looked up and backwards as best she could at him. one of ted’s hands came up to brush her hair out of her forehead while he rubbed his finger around her gums. she grunted at him and brought her tiny hands up to hold his. ted moved to the freezer to get a gel teething ring out for her to chew on.

charlotte babbled when he handed it to her and quickly realized it gave her more relief when it was in her mouth.

“that feel better? hmm.. there you go, baby.”

he murmured to her as he went back to breakfast. when he turned around, the sight of you made him break out into a smile, while charlotte broke out into a fit of babbles. her chubby legs were kicking in the air, occasionally hitting ted’s stomach.

“well good mornin’, sweetheart.”

“hi, teddy.”

you smiled at the pair and let ted pull you in for a sweet kiss. it didn’t last very long with the way charlotte was growing restless at the sight of you. she was a daddy’s girl all day long, but she still loved some time with her mom.

ted held a strong hand against her while he unfastened her harness, which wasn’t the easiest job with how wiggly she was. you chuckled lovingly at him and stepped closer to help him out.

“mama! mamamama! mamaaa!”, charlotte’s squeals and babbles made henry want to join in on the fun.

his feet raced across the floor until he came in the kitchen and immediately hugged you. he knew to not hug you in a way that would make you drop baby girl, but still found a way to give you a routine good morning hug.

“..there you go, sweetheart. go show mama those chompers.”

with one hand around henry and another holding charlotte on your hip, you shot ted a look.

“her teeth are coming in?”, this was news to you.

ted shared his discovery with you as he finally began cooking the pancakes.

“sure are, didn’t even realize ‘til she ‘bout bit my finger off”, he jokingly waved a finger at charlotte and you all laughed as she giggled at him.

“oooh! can i see?!”, even henry was excited about her new milestone.

you sat down at the kitchen table and placed charlotte on top so that she was facing you. henry joined and held a hand to her back while you took her face in your hands. charlotte was chomping away at her freezer ring and it was already covered in drool.

you softly pulled it from her mouth, “let mama see, baby.. oh my goodness! you do have some teeth in there!”, you cooed as you gently opened her mouth to take a look at her baby teeth.

ever the responsive baby, she squealed in response to your words. she let you hold her mouth open long enough for henry to take a peek, but she realized that her mouth was starting to hurt without her teething ring.

she settled down as you put her back in your lap with an arm holding her close to you. you bounced her softly and brushed her curls from her face, “she’s growing up, ted..”

ted shot you a smile from where he was flipping the pancakes, “i know! if we’re not careful, she’ll be as tall as henry next week!”

ted’s words made henry laugh, “no she won’t dad! she’s just a baby!”

more quiet now, charlotte have a drool-covered smile around her teething ring that was slowly growing warm.

“our big girl, huh baby?”, her high-pitched giggle made you all smile.

“alright, henry these are about done. want to help me with the last ones?”

henry eagerly shot up and ran to help ted flip the pancakes. you flipped charlotte around to where she could lie against your chest and gave yourself a moment to just hold her.

she immediately pressed her cheek against the part of your chest not covered by your t-shirt. her eyelashes fluttered against your skin, and even though it tickled you had no intentions of moving her. she began growing fussy against you as her teeth began hurting again.

“shhh,” you shushed her and began gently rocking her, “i know it hurts baby, i’m sorry.”

you didn’t realize it but ted had stepped away and left henry in charge of the pancakes. he quickly returned with some baby teething gel you’d picked up in preparation for this moment.

“oh- thank you, honey.”, he handed it to you before returning back to where henry was standing near the stove.

“look at that sweet girl, daddy’s got us all fixed up.”, you sat her back on the table and she fiddled with her now lukewarm teething ring. she watched you take the cap off the gel and smear a little on your pinky.

“here, baby..” she quickly opened her mouth to gnaw on your pinky and hummed in content as the gel began kicking in.

in seconds your finger was covered with drool but it was worth it to know she was a little bit more comfortable.

“breakfast is ready, darlin’.. you want a plate?”, Ted came up behind you and put a warm hand on your back as he spoke.

“I’m okay right now, tryin’ to help out our girl here. We’re gonna come to the table though, I’ve missed you guys these past few days.”

ted smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your hair. “I’ll go ahead and put a plate in the fridge for you?”

you smiled back, “thanks teddy.”

charlotte had somehow calmed down even more after you moved her to the table and she could see everyone. her eyes grew heavy after she finally got comfortable and you moved her so that she could nap on your chest.

her chubby hands grabbed a hold of your shirt while she drifted off in your arms. mouth slightly open, she was drooling all over your pajama top but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you were just glad she’d finally got some relief.

as ted and henry filled you in on their upcoming week, you rubbed soft circles on her back and pressed kisses to her wispy curls.

“mom, did you know my friend alex has TWO baby sisters?”, henry’s hopeful tone made you raise your eyebrows.

“does he, now?”

“mhm”, henry hummed as ted shot you a panicked ‘I’m sorry’ look.

you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the look, though. you loved the family you’d made with ted and had no qualms with expanding it.

henry continued filling you in on the details of his weekend plans with ted as he got up to put his plate in the sink. he ran to the living room to turn on the show he’s been watching recently.

charlotte stirred on your chest, and you looked at her with the biggest heart eyes on earth. she looked so much like ted.

while you admired her features, ted stammered out an, “i-i’m so sorry about what he said. i don’t want you to think- i know you just-“

“you don’t want another one, teddy?”

“wha- no! no, i absolutely do! i just.. i had no clue he was gonna say that, i’m sorry.”

“s’not anything to worry about, love. would love another one of your babies. maybe not right now, but that doesn’t mean i want that any less.”

ted seemed almost relieved, his shoulders relaxing at your words.

charlotte had begun to stir at the sound of ted’s voice, and it was clear she still felt poorly. as soon as she took in her surroundings and registered the pain in her mouth, she began to cry around her pacifier. little tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

her tiny feet dug into your legs as she tried standing up with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders.

“hi, baby.. you’re okay sweet girl..” you shushed her.

“dada! dada!” she wailed around her pacifier. she seemed inconsolable. and as soon as ted heard her words, he was on his feet and approaching the two of you with open arms.

her outstretched arms mirrored his, and her wailing turned into whimpering the moment she was settled in his arms. charlotte turned and tucked her face into ted’s neck. she was still whimpering but had definitely settled down some.

you stood in front of them and rubbed at her back while ted cooed at her. she always loved attention from you both at the same time, so she really settled down after that.

“you’re such a good mom, angel.”

your cheeks turned bright red at his compliment.

“you’re a great dad, teddy. we love you so much.”

“the three of you are my world. how could i not want more?”

you and ted went into the living room, where the three of you settled on the couch. henry had fallen asleep in ted’s oversized recliner while watching his show, and you didn’t miss the tiny grin on his face when you draped his favorite blanket over him.

ted changed the channel to watch the day’s football match, and charlotte got comfortable against his broad chest. seeing her tiny form draped over his strong, hairy chest always does things to you. he still hasn’t acknowledged your statement, but you’d learned to give him a bit of time to mull things over in his head over the years.

her eyes grew heavy as she listened to his heartbeat and the hum of the TV. it wasn’t long before you followed, drifting off with your head on the armrest and feet in ted’s lap.

ted rubbed her back while her breathing evened out and spoke up after a few minutes, “you’d really want another?”

a smile spread across your face, “of course, ted. absolutely.”

ted nodded silently and you could tell he was beginning to overthink.

“talk to me, babe.”, you poked your foot into the side of his thigh. when you first met him, he would’ve denied anything was wrong. he would’ve pushed it down and bottled it up.

now, he found comfort in telling you his fears. he let himself be scared and be taken care of by you. he’d come such a long way from the dark place he was in when you first met.

“you don’t think i’m gettin’ too old?”, his voice was small and he kept his eyes fixed on charlotte as he spoke.

“ted you aren’t old! i call you my old man but it’s out of love. you have so much life and brightness in you.. being old isn’t anywhere on your radar yet.”

“but, what about when my mom pulls some more bull again, talkin’ about me movin’ to kansas n’all that? because now it won’t just be her, it’ll be another one she’s gon’ try to use as leverage and-“

“ted, breathe.”, you’d sat up now and rubbed at his arms that were wrapped around your daughter.

“that.. what happened when your mom came here last time isn’t going to happen again. we’re not putting any of us through that regardless of if we have another one or not.. did she call again?”

“yeah. last night while you had the kids in the bath. throwin’ all kinds of stuff out there about this being a ‘phase’ n’all that. told her to call me if there’s an emergency and just hung up.”

you were both silent, and you could tell his blood was boiling just as yours was.

“i’m proud of you ted. i know she’s being.. difficult.”

“m’just scared because.. havin’ another just gives me more chances to screw ‘em up and i don’t- i couldn’t.”, his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in his arms as his voice grew tight.

“you haven’t screwed anything up. you love these kids, you love me. you were literally meant to be a dad and, shit, a husband too. you have the most gentle, kind, loving heart. there’s not a single bit of me that worries about these kids with you.”

“s’just so easy to imagine sometimes, you know? I worry about somethin’, then I imagine it happenin’ and I start circling the drain..”

“you’re growing and learning too, just like them. it’s okay to worry, hun.. but they’re here, and they’re wonderful.. they’re you.”

“it has been brought up by the boys lately.. especially now that she’s getting older.”

a smile had finally appeared on his face.

“just think about it, ted. doesn’t have to happen tonight. just want you to know that i’m beyond happy to have another baby with you, love.”, your words were exactly what he needed to hear.

“we may need to get to practicin’ then..”

thanks for reading!

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Find Your Way Back Home: Part One

Pairing: No Pairing (for this part)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: minor angst?

Summary: You're tired of living and not doing anything with your life. The group home you're in doesn't provide many opportunities to go out and find yourself, so when you meet Sam and Dean Winchester, you fall into the hunting life. Best thing to ever happen to you, honestly.

Author’s Note: This is the first part of six parts of the commission for @winchester-sinchester. Dean is eighteen, the reader is ten, and Sam is fourteen.

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Kids climb the jungle gym savagely trying to outdo one another. Kids swing high on the swingset to the point where they might fall off and onto their asses. That's something you’d like to see. Parents are seated on the bench with phones in their hands or to their ears, calling out to their kids to get back up once they’ve fallen.

You should be having fun out there with the rest of them but you’re off to the side by yourself away from it all. You’ve always been an outcast in your group home. It’s better than being the center of attention. There is a whole forest surrounding the park, a forest that must have secrets of its own. Secrets that are begging to be found by someone like you. All the parents including your fake ones are too busy on their phones to notice what’s going on, so you sneak off towards the forest without a look back.

You’re not going to go too far since the forest is pretty big and you don’t want to get lost so you always stay far enough into where you can see the park if you were to look behind you. You take two steps to the right when you hear gunshots and bottles shattering. You veer off the path a bit until you come to a clearing where two boys are. One of them looks old enough to be in high school and the other looks like he is just starting high school.

The younger one aims the gun in his hands at the bottles before shooting, and the glass shatters everywhere. They’re far enough away from the park where the noise isn’t going to be a bother to the kids playing. This neighborhood isn’t the best anyway, so gunshots aren’t unheard of here. The younger kid shoots another bottle which prompts you to walk closer to them.

“Can I join?”

Both boys jump out of their skin when they hear you, and the older one narrows his eyes.

“Beat it, kid.”

“Let me shoot just one.”

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“Just because I’m a kid doesn’t mean I can’t shoot a gun.”

The older kid turns to you and crosses his arms to look intimidating but it doesn’t work.

“How old are you?”

“Ten.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dead.”

The older boy thinks for a second before nudging the younger one.

“Give her the gun, Sammy.”

Sammy hands you the gun handle first so his hand is wrapped around the barrel. You take it and step to where he once was before aiming. Years of using your fake dad’s guns are finally paying off. You hit the third, fourth, and fifth bottles with precision, shocking both boys.

“I’m impressed. Where did you learn to shoot?” the older one asks and grabs the gun from you.

“My dad who is not really my dad has a cool gun collection. He doesn’t notice when we get into them. Not like he’d care anyways.”

“Your dad who is not really your dad?”

“Yeah, my parents died when I was two or three. I’ve spent my time in a group home ever since. The mom doesn’t really stick around a lot. I think she’s only with her husband because of the money he gets from all the kids he has. The dad is cool so as long as you don’t piss him off. Like I said, he lets us use his guns for target practice so that’s cool.”

“I’m Sam,” the younger one smiles. “That’s my brother, Dean.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Y/N.”

Dean’s phone chirps and he checks it immediately.

“Shit, we have to go.” You get kind of sad at the thought of not hanging out with them anymore. “See ya, kid.”

Sam and Dean leave the bottles where they are and leave with the gun. You have no choice but to go back to the park, your fake parents having no clue you even left. There is something about the brothers that sticks with you even after a few days have passed. You can’t wait to see them again, so when your fake parents take the kids back to the park, you run over to the same place last time.

Sam and Dean are in the same spot shooting bottles once again.

“Hi, Sam. Hi, Dean.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam smiles and shoots another bottle.

“Question. Why is Sam the only one shooting?”

“Sam needs the practice,” Dean answers.

“Why? Why are you shooting to begin with?”

“Because we have free will.”

“What do you want to shoot at later?”

“Do you always ask a lot of questions?” Dean asks you.

“Only when I’m curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

Despite how cagey Dean is toward you, you like being with them. They’re a lot better than the kids at the group home.

“Can I try shooting again?”

“No, Sammy needs to do this.”

“It’s Sam,” the younger brother grumbles.

“Just shoot.”

Sam gets in a few good shots before lowering his weapon.

“I’m good, Dean. I’ve been doing this for weeks.”

“Oh, you think you’re ready now, huh?” Dean looks at you who stares at him with wide eyes. He looked like he was going to continue with the threat, saw you, and backed down. “Come on, we should be leaving.”

“You just got here,” you complain.

“Kid, we have shit to do. Sammy, come on.”

Dean walks away but Sam stays where he is. He takes out the phone his dad allowed him to have for emergencies and hands it over to you.

“Put your number in. We can talk later.”

“Okay,” you smile. Dean turns back and sees this. He lets Sam have his friend and this moment. When you’re done, you hand it back to Sam. “Text me.”

“I will.”

Sam runs off with his older brother, leaving you alone. This time, you head back to the park with a smile on your face. The days after are spent with your face in your phone texting Sam. You keep asking about Dean but he doesn’t say much about him. Sam is nice and is your first real friend, and you’re not going to let someone like Dean scare you away from him.

A week later, you’re lying on your bed reading a worn-down book when your phone rings. The group home has a small library filled with books that are well out of your reading range in the opposite direction. They’re all kid books but they pass the time. You smile when you see Sam’s name pop up on the screen.

“Hi, Sam,” you answer.

“Hey, we’re outside. Wanna go to the beach?”

You scramble off the bed and look out the window to see the shiny black Impala waiting outside. With a grin, you grab your jacket and meet the brothers in the car. Sam is sitting in the backseat to give you the front while Dean is behind the wheel. His father gave him this car when he turned eighteen, a car he is in love with having.

Dean takes off to the nearest beach which isn’t far from where you’re staying. Since you’re much closer to Sam’s age than Dean’s, he lets you two have your fun in the sun while he stays back and keeps an eye on you two.

“Is he always this serious?” you ask and make a pile of sand.

“Yeah. He can be a hard-ass but he’s a good guy. He’s looked out for me my entire life.”

You look back at Dean to see him watching you with a close eye. He doesn’t want you and Sam to get close because then he’d have to break both your hearts when they up and move to the next town. John is working a demon case not far from here that has been taking a few weeks which is why they haven’t moved away yet.

When the sun got too much to bear, Dean took you and Sam to get ice cream across the street. The cold treat is a nice stark to the hot summer sun.

“So, do you guys have parents?” you ask as you eat.

“Mom died when I was a baby,” Sam answers for Dean. He knows he doesn’t like talking about Mom. “We just have a dad.”

“What does he do?”

“Something that moves us around a lot. As soon as he’s done, we won’t be here anymore,” Dean says.

He might sound harsh but he has to make you understand Sammy isn’t always going to be here. He doesn’t want to involve a kid in this life even if was forced onto him and Sam. You hear the sternness in his voice. That’s a stop-asking-questions-before-you-get-hurt stern.

You and Sam keep texting well after the beach date just because it’s nice to have a friend even if you’re four years younger than him. You’re well beyond your years, something the group home forced upon you. The kids here are worse than the parents because they’ll hurt you without a care in the world while the parents have some sort of heart when it comes to kids.

One night when you can’t sleep, you grab your phone and text Sam in hopes that he is up. He’s usually pretty quick with his responses. The past couple of weeks, he’s been answering late at night because he can’t sleep. He claims the monsters in the closet are going to get him. Ten minutes go by and you start to grow worried.

Your fake parents aren’t going to notice if you leave, so you decide to go over to where they’re staying and see if they’re okay. You pack light with only what you can carry and sneak out through the window. Luckily your bedroom is on the first floor. You take a rock and place it on the window sill to keep the window from closing and locking on you. You’d really rather not sleep outside.

The reason you are able to hang out with Sam and Dean almost every day is that they live so close to your group home. You keep to the shadows in case anyone is out at this time. You don’t want a repeat of what happened last time. You got caught and woke up your fake dad. He wasn’t happy, to say the least.

You get to the motel they’re staying in and find their room on the second floor easily. You knock three times and wait three minutes but no one comes out. You knock two more times but decide that it’s easier if you break in. Your fake parents like to keep things hidden so you’ve gotten good at picking locks.

You get into the room in two minutes but no one is inside. The beds are messy as if someone was sleeping in them recently. It doesn’t look like foul play since nothing is out of order. However, there is an entire wall of news clippings about the murders that have been happening in town.

Bodies Drained Of Blood. Vampires? Are Our Kids Safe? BEWARE MONSTERS AT WORK.

Many articles about the murders in town all point to a single kind of monster: vampires. Alongside the news articles are pages from books about vampires. Lore about vampires. What makes them tick, what makes them dead, and everything in between. Is this what Sam and Dean have been doing while in town? Is this the kind of work their dad does that causes them to move around a lot? Hunting vampires across the country?

There are vials on the desk in the back filled with some kind of blood, and you look at the notes next to it. Dead Man’s Blood. Nearly lethal to vampires. There is an address for the old Mill on the outside of town. That’s where Sam and Dean are, you bet. You grab a few vials of Dead Man’s Blood and leave the room. It takes longer to get there since you’re a ten-year-old on foot but you make it in record time.

You’ve been here a few times with your older siblings while they smoked weed and played Indie music. Even before walking inside, you can hear the screams of people coming from inside. You quickly sneak inside and follow the sounds of despair down to the basement. You haven’t seen John but assume he is somewhere here fighting off vampires.

In the basement is another vampire with a terrified Sam and Dean (more so Sam than Dean). Sam is clutching his older brother while Dean holds a machete in his hands trying to protect  Sam. They haven’t seen you yet otherwise Dean would be trying to protect you too.

“Give it up, kid. You’re not getting out of here alive.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” you say from behind them.

You jump onto the vampire’s back and slam the syringe of blood into his neck. The vampire grabs at you to fight you off, only managing to throw you off him. You knock into the wall with a grunt as the vampire goes down. Dean runs at him and swipes his machete into his neck.

That’s when John comes down with a bloody machete sling over his shoulder. He grins at his sons before noticing you.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“She saved us, Dad,” Sam says.

“How did you know where to find us?”

“The news clippings on your wall. You’re very thorough.”

John doesn’t like that you’ve been inside his room and looking through his things, but he will deal with it later.

“Get to the car. I’ll meet you there,” John orders his eldest son.

Dean takes you and Sam outside while John gets rid of the bodies so that no one will know what happened there.

“So, this is what you really do? Kill monsters?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs.

“Not sure I believed in vampires until tonight. Is that the only monster out there?”

“No. This world is filled with monsters from your worst nightmare.”

“Dean, don’t scare her.”

“She’s the one who broke into our motel room, stole from us, followed us here, and took down a vampire.”

“Is this why Sam is the only one shooting?”

“He needs the practice,” Dean says and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.

You look around the place and think about what you’ve just gone through. That was more thrilling than anything you’ve ever done in the group home.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Kid, go home,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“What home? I don’t have one. Do you think they care about me? They only care about the paycheck I bring in. I have to fight other kids, older kids, just for a slice of damn pizza most days. I hate it there.”

“Dean,” Sam whispers and nudges his brother.

Only Dean can make this decision. If it were up to Sam, you’d already be in the car. John might not be keen on having another kid with him if Dean says yes, but he’d come around once he sees how resourceful you can be.

“You got heart, kid. You can’t come with us but that doesn’t mean you can’t help. I’ll give you some books to read. Do your homework and maybe you can help us on the next hunt we have.”

“Deal,” you smile.

x

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[caffeinewitchcraft]

Narrative Town: Uncle Ralph

Summary: It's a Rule not to get involved in grown-up stories. But when your parents' lives are in danger, even you will break a Rule.

Based in this world (X) where a magic town forces people to live out popular stories/tropes

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You’re used to your parents coming in and out of the house at all hours of the day. They always have a good excuse for why they keep such unusual schedules, but there’s no way they could have an excuse for everything. Being full time thieves is a hard thing to hide.

While they do their best to keep you out of whatever heist they’ve planned, there are some things that slip through. A grappling hook hanging over the edge of the mantle. A map of City Hall spread out over the dining room table, only partially covered by the nice table cloth that you use during the holidays. Police sketches on the news that bear a striking resemblance. Little things. Things you can ignore.

The old guy sitting at the table when you come down for school? Yeah, not something you can ignore.

“Oh,” the old guy says. He looks like he scams people who own yachts. His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back and he’s wearing a linen suit at seven in the morning. He casually flips his phone face down and starts gathering suspicious financial documents back into a folder in front of him. “Good morning, kiddo.”

There’s a clatter from the living room and your mom lunges through the doorway. You haven’t seen her in two days and she looks rough. There are dark bags under her eyes and her hair is a frizzy cloud around her head.

“Fern,” she says, voice, tight, “honey. I thought you were staying at Caiden’s house.”

“I did the night before last,” you say. You’re trying to figure out how involved you need to get here. The guy is looking at you with way too much interest. It’d be just your luck if he tries to use you against your parents later down the line when he inevitably betrays them. At the same time, he looks like he’d leave one of your parents for dead if it benefited him in any way and you do not want that to happen. You let your backpack slide off your shoulder. “Who’s this?”

“Um,” your mom says. “He’s— he’s—“

The guy sits there smiling slightly, delighting in the rising tension.

“He’s—“

“My half brother,” your dad says from behind you. He’s got motor oil high on his cheek and smells faintly of sweat and iron. He grins and, being a much better actor than your mom, you can only see a bit of uneasiness in his eyes. “Fern can know, darling. I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”

The guy is delighted. He rubs his hands together as he stands, stepping around the table to hug you. “That’s who I am,” he says, arms spread wide and a shit-eating grin on his face. “Your uncle. Uncle Ralph.”

Your dad steps in front of you, pretending like the hug was meant for him. You’re treated to Uncle Ralph’s grimace as he’s forced to accept the bone-shaking slaps your dad rains on his back.

“So good to have him back,” your dad says, clear warning in his voice. He turns, one arm still slung over Ralph’s shoulders. They look nothing alike. Your dad is completely bald, shoulders well-muscled under his working shirt, and he’s got a face made for laughing. Ralph is cologne-ad-handsome and scowling. Your dad forces himself to smile. “He’s only staying with us for a couple days.”

Yikes. You watch your mom hover in the opposite doorway. She’s not happy at the sound of Ralph staying for a couple of days, you can tell. But she doesn’t say anything to contradict them and her eyes are like daggers on Ralph rather than your dad.

You study the three adults. You make it a rule to never get involved in adult stories. There’s always a higher chance of a bad ending. Death, dismemberment, general mayhem. Unless there’s a romance component to their stories, there’s very rarely a happily ever after. Judging by your parents’ reactions, romance with Ralph isn’t in the future. So it’s a regular heist story. Regular heist stories with a kid…

Well, they end really, really badly. Usually for the parents. Unless the kid steps in at just the right time.

“Awesome,” you say. You run over your school schedule, calculating. There aren’t any tests coming up and you haven’t missed any classes yet this quarter. “Can I stay home from school? I’d love to get to know Uncle Ralph better.”

Your mom makes a noise of protest. “Did you say you had a- a school project?”

“Nope,” you say cheerfully. You kick your backpack to the side and slide around your dad to go to the fridge. You’re going to need breakfast before this one. “I can take a day off.”

“Won’t Caiden miss you?” Your dad is better at hiding his desperation than your mom, but you still catch the edge in his voice. “You can always see Ralph after school—“

“Caiden needs to make his own friends eventually,” you say. You keep looking in the fridge so they can’t see the expression on your face. You’re very worried about Caiden, but he knows the Rules. You’ve got to believe he’ll be fine for one day. Two, tops. You turn with a yogurt in hand to blink innocently at your parents. “Why can’t I just take one day off?”

“Well,” your dad hedges. “That’s—“

“Just one,” your mom says. She ignores the panicked glance your dad sends her. “Okay?”

The magic takes hold all at once. You watch as it washes the resistance from your parents’ shoulders so that they stand, slumped and defeated on either side of Ralph. It settles into your bones and whispers your new possible roles into your mind. Child. Hindrance. Bait. Winner. Loser.

“Great!” Ralph claps his hands together. His eyes are calculating as he looks you over. “I can’t wait to get to know you, Fern.”

You bare your teeth and take glee in the half-flinch Ralph can’t hide. “Same, Uncle Ralph,” you say. “Same.”

——48 hours later ——

Alarms blare, earth shatteringly loud in the stillness of the night. You’re crouched under a desk, a flash drive clenched in one hand, waiting for your parents to come back to get you. The complex is big enough that they’d hidden you in one building and gone to create a distraction in the other. If all goes to plan, the three of you will be at home in less than an hour.

You breathe in deeply through your nose, straining your ears for any indication that they’re on their way. All of your preparation comes down to this moment. There’s nothing else you can do to influence the story.

Someone enters the office and shuts the door behind them.

You hold your breath, knuckles white around the flash drive.

The screaming of the alarms continues but muffled enough that you can hear the footsteps of the person approaching your hiding spot. Your heart sinks. Not two sets of footsteps. One.

“Little niece,” Ralph croons. He stops what sounds like a dozen feet from your hiding spot. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Your mind races. He’s supposed to be dead. The first phase of the plan had involved swimming through flooded tunnels to get into the building. There’d been a problem with the equipment and he’d forced your mom to take his oxygen tank so she could continue on. Your mom cried when she got out, relaying how he’d swum away from her to hide his final moments.

He made my mom cry, you think. You roll out from under the desk, gaining your feet in the walkway between cubicles to face Ralph head on.

“Not surprised? I figured. I knew you knew I was alive,” Ralph says. He doesn’t look like a scam artist anymore. No, he looks like a true villain. His hair is tangled around his face and he’s no longer in the wetsuit you last saw him in. He’s wearing a guard’s uniform.While you and your parents struggled to infiltrate this place, he just walked right in the front door. “Clever little niece.”

You feel the magic of the town all around you now, thrumming with tension. If there was an orchestra soundtrack, it would be swelling over this dramatic reveal. You’re dressed like a mini-version of your dad in a full, black jumpsuit and you’ve got your mom’s grappling hook over your shoulder. Ralph’s uniform is all white and tan, just like the suit he first appeared in. You’ve been changed by this story. Dragged out of the naive high schooler persona you once inhabited to become a thief, like your parents.

Ralph? Ralph was always going to betray you.

“What happens now?” You gesture to Ralph and then to the building your parents are still in. “You fake your death and…take the flash drive?”

“By force, if necessary,” Ralph agrees. He smirks. “I knew I would never be able to take it off your dad or your mom. They’re the best hand-to-hand specialists in the business. But their defenseless, untrained daughter? It was a cakewalk to manipulate the situation in my favor.” His face hardens and he holds out a hand. “The flash drive, Fern. I know you have it.”

You let the moment stretch. The alarms are still blaring and you don’t hear the car horn that’s supposed to be the signal for you to come out. Your parents aren’t coming yet. They probably won’t make it in time.

Your shoulders shake. You duck your chin against your chest to hide your expression. The flash drive is hot in your hand.

“I don’t have all day, Fern,” Ralph growls. “Give me the flash drive!”

You give in. You throw back your head, howling with laughter.

Ralph blinks, hand faltering. “What?”

“I knew you knew that I knew you faked your death,” you say. You snort a little. “Giving up an oxygen tank? Swimming away to die? It was all just a little too kind for the Uncle Ralph I know.”

Ralph clicks his tongue. He’s wrong-footed, eyes darting to the doors and windows, but trying to hide it.“You should know that I’m not your uncle.”

“No duh,” you say. You wipe your eyes. “That’s why I’ve been watching you this entire time. I know you were in contact with the CEO. I know he paid you to steal the prototype and blame my parents for its theft and for the theft of the financial records.”

“Well,” Ralph says, “I knew you overheard that phone call. So I’ve been monitoring your conversations with your parents this entire time! That’s how I found out that they were planning to frame me for the theft of the financial records if we got caught. So I faked my death and set the alarms off on them so they’d be caught red-handed!”

“I knew you knew I overheard the phone call,” you counter. A spotlight outside swings towards you, silhouetting you for this revelation. “I knew that neither of my parents could stop you when you had such a powerful backer. Only one person could get in your way. That’s why I called —“

“The police, I know,” Ralph says. He takes an aggressive step towards you and the spotlight casts him in shadow like an avenging angel. “What you don’t know is that I was the operator on the other end of the line! I knew you knew your parents wouldn’t be able to get out of my little web. They were going down and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Why you didn’t tell your parents, I don’t know. But I knew the instant you knew I faked my death, you’d call. So I hacked your phone—“

“I knew you hacked my phone,” you interrupt, taking your own aggressive step forward. Ralph’s mouth clicks shut. The magic of the story wavers around you as the plot twists yet again. “So I played your little game and pretended that I thought I was talking to the police.” You draw out your phone and turn it to show Ralph. “But really? I was sending an email to your boss.”

The magic is really confused now. It undulates around you, trying to keep the narrative tension tight. Ralph is struggling to follow the timeline of what you’re describing and, to be honest, so are you.

“The CEO?” Ralph shakes his head. “No, he’s already in on everything. He knows that I hired your parents to steal the financial records to cover for when I stole the prototype for him so that the shareholders would never know it doesn’t work—“

Magic sparks out of his eyes as he talks faster and faster, trying to keep one step ahead in this convoluted story. You’d pity him if he hadn’t made your mom cry.

“Not him,” you say, “your real boss.”

The magic snaps like a twig. The alarms stop blaring and the searchlight blinks out as the electricity dies in the building. The light of the full moon streams through the windows. Ralph gapes at you, frozen with his hand still outstretched for the blank flash drive you’re holding.

“Don’t you think it’s strange,” you continue softly. This is the tricky part. You’ve met Ralph toe-to-toe. If you’re not careful, you’re going to become his arch nemesis. “Why would the CEO hire not one, but two teams of thieves for this?”

“Your parents are the smokescreen,” Ralph says numbly. But his eyes are far away. “So that I don’t get caught stealing the prototype—“

“But the CEO wants people to know the prototype got stolen,” you say. The magic is starting up again, this new narrative forming right before your eyes. You talk a little faster. You need to get out of the center of the story before it solidifies. “Why wouldn’t he just hire the one team to do that? Why the financial records as well? It doesn’t make sense.”

Ralph is silent for a long moment. Then he inhales sharply, body jolting as if waking. “No,” he breathes. “No, it does.”

You nod. “The shareholders are your real boss. They don’t want the stock to go down. They want it to go up. Their real goal is the financial records. The prototype is a trap. A trap for—“

“A trap for me,” Ralph says. He finally looks back at you, his jaw square. There’s the sound of a car engine in the distance. “I see it now. I see everything. From the very beginning, it wasn’t about the company. It wasn’t about the money. It wasn’t even about the CEO. It was about me.”

Oh geez. You watch as Ralph paces to the window. You weren’t going to say that. You were going to claim the prototype theft was a trap for the CEO. That way the shareholders could put someone a little more willing to fudge the books in power. That way Ralph and the CEO would team up against the shareholders and resolve it together. If Ralph thinks this whole ridiculous sequence of events revolves around him…

You purse your lips and stay quiet as Ralph stares out towards the other office building.

“I’m sorry,” Ralph says. He turns and, with the moon backlighting him, he looks very tragic. Like a lone wolf. Or an anti-hero. “Forget everything you know, Fern. I shouldn’t have dragged you or your parents into this.” He closes his eyes briefly. “This is…this next job has to be me. Just me.”

You like the sound of that.

“My parents think you’re dead,” you say. You hold up your hands when he looks tragically back at you. “I don’t know what you realized, but this?” You whistle lowly. “I’m seventeen. I can’t be involved in this.”

“And you won’t be,” Ralph says. He clenches one hand into a fist, shaking it slightly. “After everything I’ve done, I owe your parents that. So long as they think I’m dead, they’ll be safe. All of you will be safe.”

“Great,” you say. A car honks outside. “Be safe, Ralph.” You turn to go.

“You too, Fern,” Ralph says. He laughs a little, seemingly unbothered by your hasty retreat. “It was fun being your uncle.”

You’re almost to the door. The magic is at your back. “Yep. Too bad you’re dead to us now. Off on your lone-wolf crusade. Later.”

“Wait!”

You unwillingly pause at the door. You can feel the story drifting all around you. You don’t turn to look at him.  “Yes, Ralph?”

“Your mom,” Ralph says awkwardly. Like the words hurt him. “She… she cried for me, didn’t she?”

Oh, yuck. 

“Nope,” you say. “No, she did not.”

“Oh,” Ralph says, nonplussed. “I just thought—“

“Bye, Ralph,” you say and race out the door.

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Thanks for reading! I really love this universe and especially Fern! 

Next week’s short story is already up on my Patreon (X)! If you’d like to support me and read stories a full week in advance, please check me out there!

Summary: You are caught by a devil in the woods. She wants to talk about deals and you have always been a good listener.

#my writing #second person #narrative town #fern is a badass #omg caiden was left alone #he is not going to be handling that well #lmaooooo

[sacredthefran]

In my defense these two pics made me feel fluffy. Just a warning this isn’t edited 😬

Sunday - the day reserved for rest and relaxation. Well, that’s how you and Sam viewed it. The week was always busy for you guys, in between the two of you having completely different work schedules and Saturday’s were reserved for hanging out with your friends and his brothers. Don’t get it wrong, you loved how his brothers would make your cheeks hurt from all the endless laughter and how they always made you feel like you belonged, but nothing felt better than this moment right here.

Usually you would lean over and rest your chin on Sam’s chest while he would run his fingers through your hair and both of you would pet Rosie at the same time - whispering sweet nothings to each other, enjoying each other's presence. But today? Today it was different, you woke up to find the bed empty, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion until you heard the faint strumming of an acoustic. Before rolling out of bed, you stretched a little and contemplated staying in bed for a couple of minutes, but your curiosities got the best of you, you wanted to see what your lover and your beloved fur daughter were doing.

With a small smile, you followed the faint sound to the makeshift music studio in your house - pausing in the doorway to take in the sight before you. Sam sitting on the dark brown couch facing away from the sun, the harsh rays surrounding his head, making him look ethereal. He was playing to Rosie, who was sitting with her head laying on the arm of the other sofa staring at him. As if he could feel your presence, he turned his attention to the doorway and made eye contact, him breaking out into a grin as he took in the sight of you.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He cooed gently - knowing that you’re not a morning person. “I made some coffee.”

Instead of replying you made a beeline straight for the kitchen, inhaling the rich coffee scent. You couldn’t remember if you saw a mug in the studio with Sam so you reached into the cabinet and grabbed two of them. Smiling the whole time as you made your cup just the way you liked it and deciding to leave his plain, knowing that he preferred his coffee black - no cream or sugar on Sundays, claiming that it was ‘a reset for the upcoming week’. Which made no sense to you but it did to him so that’s all that matters. With a mug in each hand you made your way back to the studio, trying to not to spill the hard liquid all over your hands.

Walking over to Sam you realized that there was a mug sitting right beside him, half empty.

“Well, looks like you won’t be needing this.” You mumbled into the rim of your mug as Sam pulled you into him with one arm, looking up at you as if you hung the stars.

“No, I want it. It probably tastes better.”

“It’s the same drink. It tastes the same.” You rolled your eyes as he took the mug out of you hand, bringing it up to his lips and taking a dramatic slurp of the dark colored liquid - humming loudly after he swallowed as if he was trying to sell you on how ‘good’ it tasted.

“You made it for me..trust me everything you make me tastes better than when I make it myself.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You chuckled, leaning down to give a soft peck to his lips, both of you breaking out into a smile as you pulled away. “As you were.”

Turning around you found Rosie half asleep, her dad’s soft playing and the rays of the sun warming her. Carefully you sat down next to her, placing your hand on her back rubbing softly, making sure not to startle her. Rosie’s ears perked up as she realized you were there, lifting her head off the arm of the couch, turning it to look at you - setting the mug on the table in front of you, you leaned into Rosie, petting her with both hands now. You giggled as she moved, clearly excited from the attention you were giving her.

“You listening to daddy play?” You mumbled against the top of her head after giving a soft peck to it. “It’s my favorite thing to do too.”

#sam kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #I’m feeling soft #sam kiszka blurb #sam kiszka fluff #greta van fleet #sam gvf

[ravencoloredroses]

All That Matters

Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)

Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have known each other their whole lives. With a new alliance forming between the Autumn Court and the Night Court, their hatred towards each other will be challenged as they are forced to grow closer.

Word Count: 6,445

Warning: Swearing

A/N: request by anonymous: “Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly (kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies to lovers” I love these characters so much! I might make another story with them… something like romeo and juliet maybe??

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The last time my father wanted to see me in his office was when I was being sent away to boarding school. I’m not as naive as I was back then, but I know that whatever he has to tell me, I will have little to no say in. That's how it’s always been and always will be.

Being the only daughter to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, I’m widely considered a spoiled brat who gets everything she asks for, which isn’t necessarily false. But people don’t realize, or don’t even want to realize, that every decision is made for me. What I wear, what I eat, how I talk, how much I talk, what events I go to and who I’m allowed to be seen with.

My older brother is the heir, the golden child, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants without anyone questioning anything. It pisses me off and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, emphasis on try, then push open the office door. My father has an unreadable expression on his face as he tells me to take a seat.

“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?”

He’s stalling

“Good morning father, it was alright.”

I take note of his stiff posture, the stacks of documents on his desk and the mountain of crumpled pieces of paper in the garbage can. This can’t be good.

“As you know, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of our people here in Autumn and sometimes that responsibility falls onto you. Alliances are an important part in ensuring our people are safe, especially in times of war.

“I’ve spoken with my advisers on this matter, but the final decision is mine to make and I’ve decided an alliance with the Night Court is in our best interest.”

I’m not quite sure what any of this has to do with me and my confusion must show on my face because my father elaborates.

“Rhysand, Feyre and I have come to an agreement that you will marry their son Nyx, before the week is out.”

“W-what? Father, you can’t be serious.” This has to be a joke, there is no way he’s actually suggesting I marry that Night Court piece of shit.

Nyx is slightly older than I am, meaning we’ve seen each other at almost every event for our entire lives. He’s never been nice to me, not once. Even when we were really little he was a bully, the type of kid to ‘fall’ off the swing set and then go crying to mommy blaming you for it.

As an adult he’s not any better, walking around like he’s better than everyone and has girls practically falling at his feet when he just looks at them. I don’t blame them though, when you look in his eyes it’s like you’re deep diving in the ocean and will never run out of air. I’ve never seen anything like it and if he ever looked at me the way he does some of them, I don’t even know what I would do.

But he only looks at me with eyes of disgust and hatred, which is fine by me, the feeling is mutual. He might be the most attractive male I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And now I’m marrying him.

“I know it’s out of the blue and a little rushed, but this has to be done, it’s already been decided.”

Right. It’s not like I’m gonna be spending the rest of my immortal life with him, so why does it matter what I think?

“Nyx is okay with this?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You will be moving to the Night Court with him and when Rhysand and Feyre pass on, you will be expected to rule alongside Nyx and produce an heir.”

There’s nothing I can say or do that will make any of this better, so I just put my head down and shut up. I can, and will, cry my eyes out later.

“Yes, father.”

“Perfect. Now, go and enjoy your day, the weather looks lovely.”

This day is going to be anything but enjoyable. As I make my way back up to my room I pass a couple members of our staff, they must be able to tell that I wish to be left alone because they don’t even make eye contact with me. I’m appreciative of that, I don’t think I could handle sympathy looks right now.

Closing and locking my door behind me, I collapse on the ground and let my tears fall, holding my hand over my mouth to control the noise. I sit like this for hours, at least it feels like hours, and when my tears have finally dried up, I head over to my bathroom. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, turn the faucet on and start to undress.

Normally, a bath with my favorite soaps will soothe me, but this time it does absolutely nothing. I wait for my fingertips to prune to get out of the tub, then change into my nightgown and head to bed; I just need this day to be over.

“You look lovely, dear.” My stylist asks me to twirl so they can view my whole look. I have to admit, I do look lovely, but none of that matters right now, today is the day where I lose whatever remains of my freedom.

“Can I have a minute with my sister?” My brother slips into the room and I give a small nod to my staff.

“Did you know?” I’ve been curious about this since my father told me, he always talks to my brother first.

“I did.” He looks down, ashamed. “Nyx is a good male, he won’t harm you.”

“You can’t possibly promise me that.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.

“You are my favorite sister, if he even pulls a hair out from your head I will knock a few of his teeth out.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister and you won’t even be living with me anymore, how will you know if he harms me?”

He cracks a smile and releases my hands. “I have my ways dear sis, I have my ways. If you need to, look at me in the audience, I’ll be in the front row.” He winks and walks back out the door, which is soon opened again by a staff member.

“It’s time, my lady.”

I’m handed a bouquet and suddenly I’m walking towards the altar on a flowered path. I round the corner and I feel about 1,000 pairs of eyes on me so I look down and focus on not falling. I make the mistake of looking up and see Nyx standing there waiting for me. His eyes run over my body and I swear there was a smile on his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a blank stare when we make eye contact.

He extends a hand to help me up the small staircase while a member of my ‘bridal party’ takes my bouquet and fixes my dress. I’m mad at myself for the way my heart beats faster because I know it’s just an act for him to appear like a gentleman. I stare down at our joined hands and zone out for a while until I hear Nyx’s deep voice say “I do.” My eyes jump up to meet his and I realize everyone is waiting for me.

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Fuck. I forgot about this part. Nyx pulls me close and presses his lips to mine. I try not to think about how soft they are or how long this is lasting, but it’s pretty damn hard to do that as his hand moves to the back of my neck and presses me closer.

Is this all for show too?

When he finally pulls away and faces us towards the audience, my eyes search out my brother. He’s watching me with somewhat of a proud expression. I notice Nyx’s family -my new family- looking at us with watchful eyes, that’s not surprising based on the little knowledge I have of these people. I’m surprised Rhysand agreed to this if I’m being honest. The Autumn and Night Courts have never gotten along, but once my grandfather died of ‘natural causes’, Rhysand and my dad became friendly with each other.

Nyx walks me back down the aisle without dropping my hand and then we head off to my new home, the Night Court.

It takes longer than I thought it would to get there, but it might have just been because it was dead silent the whole time. I thought that we would be living in the same house as the rest of Nyx’s family, but apparently we have our own place. Maybe it will be better this way, maybe this will give Nyx and I time to get along.

On the outside it looks like just a small cottage nestled into the mountains, but the inside is incredibly spacious and already filled with everything we will need. Newly renovated kitchen and bathroom, a cozy living room, an office and a bedroom with a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. A bedroom. Singular.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announces while walking past me into the bathroom. Well, that settles that I guess. I change out of my uncomfortable dress and into a large sweater and leggings, then begin to unpack my things. When Nyx re-emerges from the bathroom he has changed as well, trading his tuxedo for a simple cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. I meet him in the hallway and start to ask about what’s next, but he doesn’t let me.

“I don’t care what you do, so long as it doesn’t involve me. I will be gone all day and only return for sleep to appease my parents. Do whatever you want.” He walks out the front door and flys away. Isn’t your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life?

I noticed multiple bookshelves when we first arrived, but I didn’t get the chance to see what books were on it. I find one that looks good and sit down on the couch to begin reading.

I didn’t notice the sky getting dark, but as I finish my book my stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since this morning. I go into the kitchen and find a can of chicken noodle soup in one of the cupboards. I grab a pot and start to warm it up. Once it’s at a good temperature, I grab a bowl to pour it in and sit down at the table to eat.

Just as I get up to wash my bowl, Nyx marches through the door. He walks right past me into the bathroom without even a glance. When he comes back out, he plops down on the couch. I sigh and start to get ready for bed. Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be like?

Three days. The same routine for three more days. It’s been almost a full week since our wedding and he’s completely avoiding me.

It’s around dusk when a loud knock sounds at my front door. I mark my place in my book and open the door to find my brother standing there.

“Hey! What are you-“

“Where is he?” He pushes right past me into the house.

“Nyx? He’s. He’s um.”

“You don’t know, do you?” He spins around to face me and I shake my head in embarrassment. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Three days.”

“That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? The fucking king?” He starts to pace around the room and keeps spitting out insults about Nyx.

“Why are you here, brother?” I ask to stop him.

“I told you I’d be checking up on you, I’ve been seeing you doing the same thing everyday. That male has no right to keep you here locked up while he goes out doing mother knows what!”

He’s right. I know he’s right, but why do I feel this urge of protectiveness towards Nyx? He’s probably just busy, right? He’s the heir so he has a bunch of important things to be doing. But all day?

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find him and put an end to this.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s storming out the door and slamming it behind him.

It’s not until I’m about to go to bed that I hear the front door open. I sit on the bed and listen for footsteps. They stop outside the bedroom door, I hear a sigh and then a light knock.

“Come in.” I call out, Nyx slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks like he just got punched in the face. His left cheek is already starting to bruise and his eyes are red and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Nyx! What happened?” I go to get up but he puts his hand out signially me to stay sitting.

“I’ll be okay, but-“ He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.” No good conversation ever starts with that phrase.

“Oh- okay. About what?”

“I want to apologize.” He says as he sits down on the bed next to me. I was not expecting that. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s not fair to you and it was wrong for me to treat you that way. I know you have no obligation to accept my apology, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to start over. If that’s okay with you.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

“Did I do something to make you hate me?”

“No!” He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “When we were kids, I was intimidated by you. You had everything I’ve ever wanted, independence, confidence and I hated you for that.” He looks up at me. “I treated you like shit to make myself feel better. It was dumb and I was an idiot and I’m so sorry. I know that this relationship was forced on both of us, but if you would allow me to, I’d like to actually give it a try. I’ve um- I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and for the longest time I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t true. But it is true and I feel like I ruined any chance that we had and I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me anymor-“

“Nyx.” I cut him off and slowly move my hands to grab his, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. “I accept your apology. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the things you did hurt me.” I take a deep breath. “But it’s nothing that we can’t work past and I feel like starting over is a great idea.”

I give his hand a slight squeeze and then let go. “Would you like me to grab the first aid kit?” His face has only gotten worse since he came in. He gives me a small nod, I go into the bathroom and come back to hand him the box.

“Thank you.” He whispers and I know he’s not just talking about the kit.

“You’re welcome.”

It’s around time for dinner when I finish putting all my stuff away. I haven’t seen Nyx since we've talked, but I think he’s in the office, so I gently knock on the door and wait for an answer. I hear soft footsteps approach and he slowly opens the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted to eat dinner… with me… soon?”

Nyx looks behind him at the clock on the wall and then steps out into the hallway with me. “Sure.”

I must have been staring at the kitchen for a while because Nyx moves into my vision.

“You’ve never cooked before, have you?”

I shake my head and look down at my hands. “No.” I only know how to heat things up. I’ve never cooked anything so I can already tell this is gonna be embarrassing.

“I can teach you. If you want.” I look up at him, shocked. “My mom, she taught me. It’s not as hard as it seems.” He walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a pot. “How do you feel about spaghetti?”

“I think that sounds great.” He gives me a small smile, places the pot on the stove and walks back over to me.

“Okay. Step one, you're going to have to pull your hair up.”I subconsciously reach back to touch my hair.

“Right. I- um. I don’t have a hair tie…” He gets up and walks into the bedroom, then comes back with a scrunchie in hand. I expect him to just hand it to me, but he twirls his finger asking me to turn around. His fingers graze the back of my neck as he picks up my hair and I hold in my shiver. He separates it into three sections and begins braiding. It doesn’t take long before he’s securing the end with the scrunchie and then steps back to view his work.

“T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He coughs then steps around me and heads to the stove.

“Step two, boil water.” He picks up the pot, goes to the sink and turns on the faucet. When it’s full he carefully carries it over to the stove and turns on the burner. We stare at it for a while in awkward silence until I hear bubbles popping, which I assume means it’s boiling.

“Step three, noodles.” I remember seeing the box of spaghetti in the pantry when we first arrived, so I go grab it and hand it over to him. He grabs a handful and drops them in the water. “Now we wait.” He says as he puts the box back and grabs a jar of sauce.

It was actually really interesting to see how the noodles slowly fall into the water as they soften up. “How do we know when they are done?”

He looks over at me with a smile on his face and grabs a wooden spoon. “Like this.” He picks up a noodle and throws it at the wall. It falls straight to the ground. “Ah. Needs a couple more minutes.”

“Um… What did you just do?”

“If it sticks, it’s done.”

“Oooooh.”

He laughs. “What did you think I was doing?”

“I honestly have no fucking clue.” Now we’re both laughing and it feels amazing. “Can I try the next one?”

He nods and hands me the spoon. “Go for it.”

I fish around for one in the pot, then fling it onto the wall. It sticks.

“It worked!” I place the spoon back on the counter and turn to face Nyx.

“You didn’t believe me?” He asks, jokingly and grabs a strainer from the drawer behind me. “Can you turn the burner off?” While I do, he dumps out the water leaving just the spaghetti in the strainer. “Okay. Step four, sauce.”

I try to be helpful and open the jar, but I guess I’m not strong enough so Nyx comes over to help me.

“Here, let me.” He opens it on the first try, then pours it over the noodles. “Now we eat.”

I grab two bowls from the cabinet as we head over to the table to eat.

“Thank you for teaching me. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook.”

“You’re welcome. Spaghetti is pretty easy, next time we can try something a little more difficult if you’d like.” I smile as we continue to eat in comfortable silence. When we’ve finished Nyx offers to do the dishes while I clean up the table. After we’re done we get ready for bed and I come into the bedroom, finding Nyx staring at the bed.

“You don’t have to, anymore.” He looks at me confused. “Sleep on the couch, I mean. The bed is pretty big, so we can share it.” He gives me a small nod and heads into the bathroom.

I’ve already changed into my nightgown by the time he comes back. “Um, because of my wings I have to sleep on my stomach. I hope that’s alright.” I look over to find that he’s shirtless, just wearing loose sweatpants that are basically falling off. My eyes trail over his defined abs and the v-line that leads down to his-. My eyes jump back up and I see that he’s smirking at me. I turn my head away and clear my throat.

“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I never thought about how Illyrians sleep, but it makes sense that they can’t sleep on their backs. He pulls back the covers to get in and I follow shortly after.

His wings are tucked in and it looks super uncomfortable. “You can let your wings rest. I won’t mind.” He looks up at me surprised, I give him a small smile and a nod. I lay down on my back and he flares his wings out as we both drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I wake up to the light shining in through the window and a heavy weight on top of me. I slowly open my eyes to find a huge wing laying over my chest, then I notice that I’m pinned underneath the body that wing is attached to. We’re Cuddling. Even if I wanted to push Nyx off of me I couldn’t, but for some reason I don’t even bother to try. His face is nuzzled into my neck and he’s wrapped an arm around my waist. He smells so fucking good.

I lay there wide awake for who knows how long before he starts to stir. He wakes with a yawn and hugs me closer. He must realize what he’s doing because he quickly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me.

“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ His face is bright red.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” He gives me a nod and heads into the bathroom. I get up to fix the covers on the bed while I wait for him to finish. He comes out with sopping wet hair and a towel thrown loosely around his hips. I hurry into the bathroom before I can do something I’ll absolutely regret later.

I splash cold water on my face about twelve times before I actually begin getting ready.

When I come back out, Nyx is sitting on the bed holding a note. “What’s that?”

“It’s from my mom, she wants us to join them for dinner tonight.” He looks up at me and hands over the letter.

My dearest Nyx and Y/N,

I hope this isn’t too late of notice, but we would really love to see you both at our family dinner tonight. The table isn’t complete without you.

~F.

I sit down and give him the letter back. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can come up with an excuse, it's no big deal.”

“We can go.”

“Something like we have obligations elsewher- wait what did you say?”

I turn my body slightly to face him and lightly chuckle. “I said, we can go. It will be nice to meet your family.” I think. Actually wait on second thought... No, it’s gonna have to happen eventually, might as well get it over with.

“Okay, yeah. We can go. Um, I just feel like I should warn you.” Uh-oh. “My family is different from most, it can be overwhelming. Everyone has very watchful eyes, they will be tracking your every move, especially my uncle Azriel. He has… history with your father and will probably not like you at first. The same thing goes for my aunt Mor, so please don’t be offended if they don’t open up to you right away, it’s nothing personal.”

Nothing personal. I’ve heard stories of the hatred between the Autumn and Night courts, but I normally just have to deal with rude stares or nasty side comments. I’ve never eaten dinner with people who hate me.

He grabs my hand and looks over at me. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me and we'll go. No questions asked.” I nod and slightly smile. I wasn’t nervous before, but now I’m second guessing saying yes. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”

You can’t possibly promise me that.

“I have nothing to wear.” I say standing up.

“That box is addressed to you, from my mom.” He points to a box sitting on the floor that I never noticed. I place it on the bed, undo the ribbon and open the lid. Inside is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen. Dark, navy blue suede with ¾ length sleeves. Night Court colors. Beneath a layer of tissue paper are matching heels, that thankfully aren’t too high.

Nyx leans over on the bed to peer into the box. “Oh I have something that matches that perfectly!” He runs over to the closet and returns with a suit the exact same shade.

“It’s perfect.” I look up to find him already staring at me.

“Let’s get ready, shall we?”

I brush out my curls to loosen them up a bit and move over to look in the mirror. The dress fits me perfectly, it accentuates my curves but still looks elegant. Unfortunately, even looking as good as I do does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. My hands are slightly shaking and I doubt there is anything I can do to stop it.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Nyx softly knocks on the door, his way of letting me know that I’m taking too long. One glance at the clock behind me says he’s right, we have to leave soon.

I turn around and head towards the door, Nyx has already opened it and is staring at me with an expression I can’t quite determine.

“You- You look beautiful.” His eyes roam over my figure in a way that seems far too intimate, but I love it anyway.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I feel my cheeks getting hot, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. I reach out to take his hand, but hesitate when I see that mine are still shaking. “Are you ready?” I just need to get this over with.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He extends his arm out for me to take and then winnows us off to his parents house.

“Remember, you want to leave and we leave. No questions asked.” Nyx assures me as we walk up the pathway. I give his arm a squeeze as my response because I’m saving all my energy for what’s to come.

He doesn’t knock on the door, just walks right in and the chatter that I heard from on the porch abruptly stops. Silence. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the tile.

Two dark figures round the corner, one shorter than the other but both exude power. I already know who they are before they come into the light.

“Mom, Dad, thank you for inviting us over.” Nyx lets go of my arm to give his parents a hug while I stand by myself awkwardly.

Rhysand breaks away first to greet me. “Y/N, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could make it.” He gives my hand a slight shake and then escorts me towards what I presume to be the dining room. I’m greeted with seven unhappy faces, each one more angry than the first.

Four females, one who is doing her best to not meet my eyes, one who looks ready to chop my head off, one who looks like she has better places to be and the last one seems to be as terrified as I am. There are two winged males at the table as well, one with long hair who has a watchful gaze and the other who seems to be assessing all the ways he can kill me while these black things float around him. I already hate it here.

“Y/N, these are the members of our family. Mor, Nesta, Amren, Elain, Cassian and Azriel.” Feyre says behind me as I give a smile and take my seat between Nyx and Cassian with Azriel across from me.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s eat shall we?” Rhysand gives a small gesture towards the table and all the plates are filled with food. I don’t even bother to see what it is, I just need my hands to be doing something before I go crazy, so I begin to eat right away. Everyone else follows suit and it takes about 5 minutes before Feyre breaks the deafening silence. “Have you been enjoying the Night Court since your arrival?”

“I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is beautiful.” I take a small sip of water.

“Oh that’s a pity! Nyx, why haven’t you taken Y/N out to see more?”

“We really haven’t had the time, Mom. We will soon though.” And the game of silence begins again. This time it’s broken by Nesta slamming down her silverware.

“So, Y/N. How is your father doing?”

“Nesta.” Rhysand warns.

“No, I want to know. Because he puts everyone through so much shit just so he can keep living the high life. So tell me, how is ‘Daddy Dearest’?”

I choke on my water slightly while I’m desperately trying to come up with an answer. “I’m not quite sure what you are referring to. My father is well respected in my Court.”

She scoffs. “He is, is he? You don’t even know what happened, do you? What he did to Mor?” Everyone is staring at me now and I have no idea how to respond. I’ve heard that my father and Mor were in a relationship when they were very young, but nothing more. I glance over at Nyx to try and catch his eye, but he’s looking down at his plate.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been told much of my father’s past.”

I feel a brush of something swimming up my leg, my side, then wrapping around my throat and I suddenly can’t breathe. Azriel stares at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.

“All you Vanserra’s ever do is lie. You know exactly what your father did. Your father hurt Mor, left her for dead, you and your brother are the exact same as him, evil. Why did Nyx have a black eye the other day? Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find out?” Nesta stands up from her seat.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as my hands grab at my throat, desperate for air. My vision starts to get blurry and then Azriel releases his shadows. I gasp for air and quickly stand up. “Can you excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I run off crying.

Splashing cold water on my face does absolutely nothing for me. I slowly sink to the floor to sob and sob and sob. No one comes to check on me. No one believes me. Not even Nyx. Why hasn’t he said anything? Done anything? He knows that I wasn’t the one who hurt him, yet he stays silent.

Gods. I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I thought Nyx and I were getting along. He promised nothing bad would happen. I should have known better.

I notice a rather large window that I can easily fit through. So that’s exactly what I do, and then I’m running. I have no idea where I am, but I know where I need to go. Home.

I’m passing through some sort of market and nearly run into someone. I take a second to catch my breath. “Excuse me, sir. Could you please tell me how to get to the Autumn Court?”

The male points me in the direction I need and then I’m off again.

“Y/N!” I stop. I’ve been running through this forest alone for over 3 hours, who is calling out for me? “Y/N! It’s me!”

My brother. He runs right up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “What the fuck are you doing?!!” And that’s all it takes for me to break down again.

“I can’t do it anymore! I don’t care what alliance this marriage brings to father. I can’t be married to him, I just can't!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Take a deep breath.” He rubs a comforting hand up my back. “I’ll take you back home, okay?” I feel a slight gust of wind and look up to see that I’m in the home I share with Nyx.

“No! Why did you bring me back here? I can’t stay here! I need to go home, back to Autumn!” I start to panic.

“You can’t go back to Autumn. Father will find out and everything will only get worse.” He lightly pushes me down so I sit on the couch and then brings me a glass of water. “I need you to stay here. I will be back to check on you, but you must stay here.”

“I will, thank you.” I’m too tired to argue. Now I’m alone, again. I know Nyx will come home eventually, but I can’t even think about that right now, I just need to go to sleep. I triple check that the doors are locked, then grab every knife from the kitchen and barricade myself in the bedroom.

I wake up to the sound of pounding on the bedroom door. “Y/N! Y/N I know that you’re in there. Please, just come out and talk to me.”

“Go away!” The banging stops and then he’s standing in front of me. “What the fuck? You can’t just winnow in here?” He kneels down on the floor as I sit up.

“Please. I just need to talk with you.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You left me there! You left me there while he was choking me! I trusted you! What happened to ‘we leave whenever I wanted’? What about your promise that nothing bad would happen? Was that a lie too?” I take a deep breath and continue.

“Was everything a lie? Everything you said? How you were sorry, that you wanted to start over and your feelings for me? Everything was a lie!”

“What? No! No, I didn't lie about any of that!”

“Then why didn’t you help me? You sat there and watched me get choked and then never bothered to check on me.”

“I wanted to! But they wouldn’t let me. The minute you left, uncle Az pinned me to the chair with his shadows. I couldn’t get to you.”

Is he lying to me right now? “From the second we walked into that house, you acted like I didn’t exist! Why?”

“Because I was scared.”

“Scared? What could you possibly be scared of?”

“I was scared that my family would find out.”

“FIND OUT WHAT?!?” If he doesn’t get to the fucking point-

“THAT I LOVE YOU!”

“You- you what?”

“I love you. I have for a while, but I thought that you hated me. I figured the only way to be with you was to have an arrangement made, so I asked my dad to-“

He looks at me with wide eyes, he's said too much.

“You asked your dad to do what?” I ask slowly, scared for his answer. He takes in a deep sigh.

“I asked him to ask your dad about arranging a marriage between us. He’s the only one who knows, not even your father. I- I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I take a step back, this can’t be happening. “Y/N, please. Let me explain.”

“No.”

“Please. I understand that I-“

“Nyx. I don’t want you to explain. Just give me an answer to my question. Just one.”

“Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” He’s begging now.

“Do you love me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you love me? Truly love me?”

“Yes! Yes, I love you!” He stands up and faces me. I can’t explain it, but I believe him. Maybe all that running I just did is messing with my head. Him asking his father to arrange our marriage is fucked up and I hate him for it, but I love him too.

“Then kiss me.”

He hesitates for a second and then slowly moves closer to me, giving me enough time to change my mind. Then finally, he places a hand under my chin, closes the distance and he softly places his lips on mine.

His lips are so soft, so gentle, like he’s afraid I’m going to break. My hands find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens. I trail my tongue across his bottom lip causing him to moan and move his hands to my hips.

We break for air and just stare at each other. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mixing between us, eyes searching the others. “I love you, too.” I realize I never said it out loud and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting me to. “I don’t want to start over. I just want to keep moving forward.”

“That sounds perfect.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and gives my forehead a kiss. “Would you like to go to bed?” I nod as my response and he lets me go to pull back the covers. I get in first while he gets undressed.

There is so much we still have to work out. So many difficult conversations we have to have. But as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, I can’t help but smile. I’m looking forward to those conversations. Looking forward to finding out as much as I can about Nyx. Regardless of what his family thinks of me or what mine thinks of him. We’re going to be happy, and to me, that’s all that matters.

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[starpotionz]

Subway stops

Rise! Donnie x Gender Neutral! Reader

IM BACK BITCHES! Sorry it took so long, life got crazy man. But I’m at college now so yippee! And I finally present you with my long awaited Donatello one shot subway stops

Enjoy!

The first time you ever met Donatello was precisely 8 years and 6 months ago. A very specific amount of time, but since that first moment where small tear filled eyes meet the gaze of wide shocked ones you’ve counted the days between each meeting you inevitably have with the purple terrapin. Especially after you two became romantically intertwined, but I digress.

You met him when you were 6. One of your front teeth had fallen out earlier that morning so your cheery mood couldn’t even begin to be dampened. Clutching tightly onto your mother’s hand, your tiny feet stumbled across the concrete floors of the New York Subway station. She had just retrieved you from your mandatory after school extracurricular activity and wanted to get the both you home as soon as possible. It was Dad’s turn to make dinner that night. You remembered him mentioning it that morning before your mother took you to school.

Your father’s cooking by all means wasn’t perfect, but he was definitely the better cook out of your parents. Your mother’s stride quickened as she weaved through the thick crowd of New Yorkers.

In the corner of your eye you saw an old poster for the 5th Lou Jitsu movie on the wall. Your interest was immediately peaked and you slowed down your jog to stare at it longer. You stood there admiring the poster as your mother’s grip slipped and she continued through the crowd without you.

It was a few moments of uninterrupted admiring went bye till you reached to squeeze your mother’s hand but it wasn’t there. She was gone and you were left all alone.

All

Alone ……

Shocked to your core, you numbly glance back at the Lou Jitsu poster hoping it’ll bring you comfort.

Someone shoved into you as they were heading towards their own destination and the impact brown your resolve. You started bawling and ran towards the least crowded area you could see with your blurry vision.

Everything was caving in on you, ringing all around. There was no way out. No salvation. No mom to comfort you.

No one

No way out

NO

WAY

OUT

“Um.. A-are you ok?” A small voice inquired. You shoved you face farther into your arms. During your panic you had fallen and closed in upon yourself for some semblance of comfort.

“ ‘mn not ok. I’m lost and I don’t have my mommy a-and someone shoved me and I-I-I” you could barely get out a full sentence before the tears came out like a flood.

This startled the other child and he sat down next to you rocking back and forth. “I’m not the best at comforting others, but I promised my brothers I’d try so uh don’t cry…..please.”

You glanced up from your arms and sniffed “…..you really aren’t good at comforting”

“HEY! AT LEAST IM TRYING! Empathy isn’t really my thing” he snapped. Looking at his face you realized he was a turtle… or well a turtle who looked human. Or was he a Herman looking turtle-ANYWAY back to the turtle boy thing.

“Well..” you pondered “what is your thing Mr. Turtle” Your lips upturned a bit at his frustration, he may not be good at comforting but he was really funny to talk too that’s for sure.

“I’m glad you asked peasant for I am the greatest GENUIS SCIENTIST, DONATELLO! You can applaud now. Go ahead.” He boasted as he waved his three fingered hand at you, urging you to clap.

You snickered as a laugh bubbled from your chest, “Oh yea? Great and powerful scientist Donatello. What science do you do?”

“I invent things obviously” he rolled his eyes. Donatello’s face went blank for a moment, his eyes focused ahead as he mulled over a thought. He looked back at you and thought once more before speaking again.

“You can call me Donnie, not even my dad calls me Donatello.” He fiddled with his fingers “-WAIT! you never told me your name”

“My name? Oh uh-“ you uttered your name to Donnie and he nodded as he repeated it.

“Well now that we are properly acquainted-“

Donnie stopped his sentence as both of you hear your name being frantically yelled. The woman sounded heartbroken and desperate to find you. Wait, you knew who that was.

“MOMMA!” you jumped up as you faced her direction. You couldn’t see her from where you were but she was here. She had really came.

“Is that your mom?” Donnie asked. His words startled you as you quickly turned around to face him.

“Yea it is” Your tone got quieter, but an idea popped into you head and you jumped up startling the port turtle, “ Hey, let’s be friends ok? I think your funny so um meet me here tomorrow ok?” You proposed with stars in your eyes.

“Oh uh yea ok.” Donnie nodded, taking over your proposition, “Yea I’ll see you tomorrow right here”

“Right here!” You smiled at him and grabbed his hands to swing around with your own. Your mother cried your name and you yelled back to her that your coming.

You took one last look at Donnie before you let his hands go and went back to your mother’s waiting arms. As you were walking , you turned around to walk backwards and yelled “TOMMOROW!”

Donnie gave a small smile and cupped his hands over his mouth to yell back “TOMORROW!”

He waved as you turned back around rushing towards your frantic mother. Yeah Donnie was definitely looking forward to tomorrow. After all, he had his own special friend to hang out with and show how cool he was.

Tomorrow was gonna be amazing.

It took me two years BUT ITS DONE HAHAHAHAH also Imma change my name cause I’m not felling my old one anymore. As always Thxs for reading and Cowabunga

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[calaisreno]

Double Date

Prompt: Date

Sherlock glares at himself in the mirror. His hair looks acceptable, he decides, but he’s not happy about the grey that is encroaching. Or the little crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

“I have more grey hair than you,” John says, reading his mind. “Most of them have appeared since meeting you. Coincidence?”

“The universe is rarely so lazy. Grey hair is mostly genetics.”

“Could be worse. Look at your brother, who’s lost most of his.”

“Whose idea was this, anyway?” Now he glares at John, who is standing right in front of him, using the mirror to fix his tie. “Honestly, John. You do not need to wear a tie.”

“It’s our first double-date,” he replies calmly. “We should try to look our best. That may be easy for you, Mr Posh, but—”

“You look fine, John. Nobody expects you to look posh. I’m questioning the wisdom of this event, not your appearance or mine.”

“It’s just a date, love. We’ve had those quite often over the years.”

“When we go out to dinner, it’s not really a date, as I see it. We’re not getting acquainted. We’re already married. It’s just something we do. I do not object to dates.  A double date is something else, though. I don’t like it.”

John turns to face him. “Be nice, husband.” 

His tie is still crooked; Sherlock fixes it.

“I’m always nice. And we don’t have to impress them.”

John rolls his eyes. “Fine. You want to stay home? Let them get acquainted by themselves?”

“Dads!” 

Together they turn and face their daughter, standing at the door of their bedroom. She looks beautiful, Sherlock thinks. 

Even so, he frowns. “You’re not wearing that, are you?”

She rolls her eyes in precisely the way John does. “Yes, I am. No, it isn’t too short. And yes, I am wearing makeup. This isn’t 1895, you know.”

John smiles. “You look lovely, Rosie.” 

“Where did you meet this ‘Ben’?” Sherlock gives her a severe look.

“He’s my lab partner in chemistry. Does it matter? Are chemistry boys a bad lot? Do they have questionable motives?”

“All boys have questionable motives.”

“Including the two of you?”

Sherlock frowns; John snorts a laugh. 

“So, tell me,” she continues. “Dads. Which of you made the first move? Initiated the first kiss?”

They reply simultaneously. “I did.” Frown at each other. 

She laughs. “No wonder it took you so long to realise. Anyway, I already talked to Uncle Myc about Ben—”

“No,” Sherlock says. “Absolutely not. Under no circumstances should you take dating advice from your uncle.”

John shakes his head. “I’m afraid he’s right, Rosie. Your Uncle Mycroft certainly would like us all to think he knows everything, but sentiment is definitely not his area.”

“I mean, I had him run a background check. I knew he’d do it anyway, and it would make you feel better to know Ben’s not a sociopath or something. Uncle Greg said he seems like a nice young man. And he’s a policeman, so he would know.”

“Your Uncle Greg has met him?”

“Yeah, I took Ben down to Scotland Yard to meet him.”

“But— we haven’t met him yet, and we’re your fathers!”

“I know, but Ben is actually quite nervous about meeting you. I thought if he met Greg first, he’d be more relaxed when he meets you two. And Greg can handle Uncle Myc.”

“Will he meet us at the restaurant?” John asks.

“Yes, the Uncles are bringing him. I’ve called a cab for us.” She listens. “It should be here by now— hurry up, Dads. You both look beautiful.”

When she’s gone to check on the cab, Sherlock turns to John. “The Uncles? She’s invited the Uncles? This must be serious.”

John nods. “I think you’re right. She’s dated lots of boys, but this is a first.”

“He won’t like me,” Sherlock says. “People don’t, as a rule. Like me, that is.”

John puts his arms around him. “The first time I met you, didn’t I describe you as charming?”

“I think you said oddly charming. And that was you, John. I was really trying to make you like me, you know.”

“You succeeded. And if Ben can tolerate your brother, he will certainly like you. And he’s reading chemistry, so you’ll have a lot to talk about.”

“We’re not going to talk about the periodic table, discuss our favourite elements.” Sherlock frowns. “What will we talk about? The last murder we solved?”

“Just be yourself.” He kisses Sherlock. “We’ll be ourselves.”

“Dads! Cab’s here!”

Sherlock doesn’t let go of John. “This could change everything.”

John rises up on his toes and gives him another kiss. “She’s not a little girl anymore. I think we always knew this would happen.”

“I’m not ready.”

“I know. Neither am I.”

“What will we do, John?”

“We’ll love him because she does. She’s living her life, and that’s what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

Sherlock sighs, gives himself a final look in the mirror. “I’m going to deduce him over dinner, you know. You can’t stop me from doing that.”

“I know. Just don’t scare him too much.”

“Dads! Stop snogging, or whatever you’re doing! Cab’s here.”

John smiles at him. “Ready?”

He takes John’s hand, kisses it. “I hope… I hope she’ll be as lucky in love as I’ve been.”

“Dads!”

“Let’s go,” he says. “We need to rescue him from my brother.” 

905 words / Flash Fiction

See? This is fluffier than yesterday's! 💕

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[melodygatesauthor]

Benny miller with #7 romantic pretty please I think some Benny fluff is required

Home Safe

bbf!Benny Miller X f!Reader

Nonnie CONGRATULATIONS, you are the FIRST fluff request haha, I'm excited for this. I went with my bbf (brother's best friend) Benny. You are Santiago Garcia's little (adopted to stay all race inclusive) sister and you and Benny have been seeing each other in secret for a little while. - Prompt: “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

Tags/Warnings: SFW, soft!Benny, bbf!Benny, reader is Santi's younger adopted sister, age gap (reader is 22, Benny is 35), fluff, cute shit

Word Count: 743

Benny groaned and shifted underneath you as the movie you were watching on Netlfix concluded. You sat up, looking over at him while he leaned forward and clicked off the television with the remote and then turned to look at you. It was hard to hide your downturned expression. Saying goodbye was always a heartbreaking ordeal with him. Sometimes you didn’t know when you’d get to see him again.

“It’s almost eleven. Santi’s going to lose his shit if you aren’t home in time.” He said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingers.

“He’s not my dad.” You reminded Benny, as though he’d forgotten.

“He worries about you though. He cares about you.” He shrugged, “it’s better than not having anyone sweetheart.”

You pulled your hand away and stood up, “you’re starting to sound like you don’t want me here.”

“Honey.” Benny was fast to get up and wrap his large arms around you from behind.

He put his chin on your head and kept his hands around your waist. You giggled when his lips tickled the soft skin of your neck. You spun around, looking deeply into his eyes. He kissed you gently.

“I would love nothing more than to have you here every single day for the rest of our lives, but you and I both know…now isn’t the time.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“I know.” You kissed him again before walking over to the entryway where your coat and shoes were.

“You’re still upset.” He said in a cold tone.

You both loved and hated that Benny could tell when you were still irritated about something. On one hand, you wanted to be able to hide your feelings sometimes. Sometimes you didn’t feel like you necessarily needed to talk about what was bothering you, but other times, it felt good to know that he knew you so well.

You spun around, “yes, and I’ll remain upset until we find a way to talk to Santi. I miss you all the time.”

“Alright…” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. You watched in awe as he pressed a few buttons and held it to his ear.

“Benny no!” You shouted, grabbing it from him.

“Hello?” You heard Santi on the other line.

You froze, handing it back to Benjamin “shit eating grin” Miller.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Benny asked, making a kissy face at you.

“You called me, Ben. Everything ok? It’s late man.”

“Yeah I was just…” He looked over at you. You were shaking your head and running your hand vertically across your throat telling him no. “I was just wondering what you had going on tomorrow, was thinking about getting everyone together to go bowling or something.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“So you called at almost eleven at night to ask about bowling tomorrow?”

“You know, I didn’t realize it was that late. My bad…so…wanna go?” Benny shrugged at you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see if…wants to join us.” You were excited when Santi mentioned your name, meaning you would get to see Benny tomorrow.

“Alright cool, night!” Benny hung up before Santi could respond.

You shook your head in disbelief, “I’m leaving.”

Benny gave you a soft smirk and a peck on the lips, “call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Fine.” You agreed before giving him one more kiss and leaving the house.

When you got home, a short ten minute drive from Benny’s, Santi was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. He smiled at you.

“How was Chelsea?” He asked, gulping down some of his glass.

You shrugged, “she’s fine.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You knew instinctively that it was Benny, but you couldn’t look yet.

“Benny called, wants to go bowling tomorrow. You have any plans?”

“No, I’d love to go bowling.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“Alright cool.” He put the glass in the sink.

You went to your room after that and lay down in your bed. When you opened your phone you had a sweet text from Benny. He sent a picture with a kissy face.

Benny: I love you, let’s not rush things and mess it up ok? We will tell him when the time is right. We have our whole lives to figure it out. You: I love you too Benny.

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[asimpwithfreetime]

Hi! May I please Request a Yandere! Platonic Sully Family x Daughter! Reader fic where she has like a boy best friend and there always together hunting or in the forest and may also be sneaking out the just to hangout with him.Also that she could be a bit stubborn and loves freedom than being stuck inside and being a hunter.I would just like to see how would her life be if she had a boy best friend and also hunting on her own to see how the family would react to it since their protective over their baby girl.Also ty of I could!

(Insert ridiculous evil laugh) Yessss! I like thiiiiiissss!

Rebel (Yandere! Platonic! Sully family x Fem! Reader) [ A second chapter in the “My family” story ]

Content warning: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread yet, I am trying the first person pov again.

General warning: Yandere behavior, stubborn reader, mild cursing, character’s death, gaslighting, oblivious reader, graphic violence, descriptions of torture and pain, the Sully family pushing a minor character to death (ig?)

[ 1st person POV ]

I sighed when I heard my mom calling me. I looked at Tswlley as I rolled my eyes. “You know how she is, you better get going” my best friend told me.

I went back home to be greeted by the disapproving look of my mom and the stern look of my dad. “ You were again with that crackhead weren’t you?” Jake sighed frustrated. “He is always taking you out of the Hallelujah Mountains, we are here for a reason, Y/n”. He started preaching me.

“Gah!” My mother exclaimed. “Sky people are after us and you are off, going out with that creepy boy just to get yourself killed!” She said, I knew that her anger was actually concern.

“He always puts you in the way of danger” Neteyam sighed from behind our parents. “We are just scared for you” my older brother smiled at me. He came up to me and hugged me.

I tried to escape his grasp, but to no avail. Later Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk came back from a walk, we had dinner and we prepared for bed and we “slept”. At least they were doing that, but I had other plans. Once they were all asleep I sneaked out and I got to the Ikran nest. Tswlley was waiting there for me. “Are you doing okay? We’re they too harsh on you?” He halfway smiled sympathetically halfway mocking me.

“Shut up!” I urged him as we both got on our ikrans. Both of us got high up in the night sky, our skin glowed and our white freckles reflected light. I had fun for almost all night long. But through our hang-out I was constantly reminded how my family was always on my and how I didn’t have time for myself. We went back when we started feeling observed and I got scared of the recoms appearing suddenly.

Once I came home I was surprised to find all my family members standing there. In that moment I didn’t notice Neteyam entering the hut by the back flap. “Where the hell have you been?” Dad looked at me dead in the eye. My mom came close to me, a death glare in her eyes, but not directed at me. With that distraction I couldn’t see Neteyam whispering into dad’s ear and Jake’s eyes widening before both of their looks changing into really scary ones.

Mom sniffed the air around me. “She has been flying her ikran” her voice boomed through the hut, not loud but strong. “She was with that good for nothing friend”. She hissed the last part. Both of my brothers hissed at this.

“You could have been caught by the recoms, you could have been hurt, wounded….. dead!” My dad proclaimed before catching me in his arms and cuddling me while preaching and worrying at the same time.

“No” I said. All of them looked at me dumbfounded. “There is danger, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t live my life. You are all always on me, knowing everything about my day because you are there. I don’t have a chance to breath. Leave me alone!” I exploded. Tswlley was right, my family was too exhausting. I went for a stroll in the first rays of sun.

[ 3rd person POV ]

The Sullys were desperate. How had she gone all alone. Neteyam had informed them about what Tswlley had told Y/n and to say that they were mad about it was an understatement.

How dare he tell you something like that? Was he trying to take you away from them? Was he trying to have you all for his own?

The Sullys wouldn’t let that happen. They left Tuk with her grandma, the Tha’shik. They tracked Tswlley down rather easily, his chores were a repetitive routine and it wasn’t hard to know where he was.

Once he had gotten away from the Hometree, their plan began. “Tswlley, what a surprise finding you here!” Neteyam exclaimed in a fake tone. “I’d like to have a talk with you” he forced a smile.

Tswlley sallowed loudly looking at Neteyam. “Yeah, what do you need?” The nervousness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. “Why are you manipulating Y/n?” Neteyam’s tone dropped.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Tswlley’s anxiety growing per second. “That we will have to teach you not to mess with our sister, dumbass!” Lo’ak appeared, pushing him to the ground.

“She is in her right to not want to be with you guys. You are crazy” Tswlley exclaimed. “Oh really? We are crazy, aren’t we?” Jake’s dark voice boomed through the small clearance in the forest as he and Neytiri made their appearance.

Kiri was also there, suddenly behind Tswlley. “Are you scared?” She laughed close to him. The boy was getting more and more scared. Suddenly, the roar of a Thanator was heard close. “You know what that is? It is a wild thanator that is going to kill you” Lo’ak smiled wickedly.

Neytiri and Jake cornered the young Na’vi. “We will make sure you never speak to our babygirl again” Jake said, calmly. He grabbed him by the braid and pushed him down the small clearance, near the roaring creature. Once he made sure the boy had been trapped by the deadly animal, he turned around to his family.

“Well, let’s find Y/n and get the plan started” He smiled, ruffling Lo’ak’s hair.

What they hadn’t planned was that Y/n was near there, in her runaway she hadn’t made it too far, having to avoid all dangerous animals. But she hadn’t heard her family. They had heard her and they jumped on the tree branches to watch her from afar.

She was just kicking rocks, mumbling about her family, until she smelled the irony liquid that was oozing from a lifeless body. The sound of the Thanator close. She clasped her hand in her mouth.

She looked at the corpse of Tswlley and she was almost throwing up. Her painful wails were heard by her family members and it hurt their hearts. But suddenly the Thanator saw her. Jake broke into action jumping down from the branch with his wife following close.

Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri stayed a little bit behind. If things got serious they would join but for that time they wouldn’t want to be noticed by Y/n, that would be too suspicious.

Jake caught the Thanator by surprise as him and Neytiri were jumping down on it and they knocked it out. They didn’t kill it, showing how they protected Y/n but not killed, that way she would see them as their heroes.

Y/n, with tears streaming down her eyes, she ran to her parents, wailing and crying. “Daaaad!” Her screams made their hearts churn. “The Thanator killed him! He is dead! I… I can’t” she cried desperately.

Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri appeared suddenly. Neteyam made up a a lie on the go “Dad? Mom? Where are you? The training grounds are on the other side!”.

Y/n found comfort on her family, completely oblivious to what had just happened.

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[nerves-nebula]

“What about this one?” Leo asked.

“I think they all look nice.” Donnie repeated.

“That’s why I’m here. I can be objective.”Mikey said, shoving Donnie lightly, “Leo, that dress is obnoxiously yellow. It could look so much better if you let me-”

“I’m not letting you turn any more of my clothes into art projects, Mikey!” Leo snapped. Mikey rolled their eyes exaggeratedly, and Leo turned to Raph, “What do you think?”

“They all look fine.” Raph supplied, tiredly.

“You guys are no help!” Leo groaned, pulling off her shiny, yellow dress. She began rummaging through the pile of clothes she’d laid out.

“Can we leave then.” Raph yawned. Leo glared, and he only leaned back in his seat. It had been a while since Leo had lashed out at anyone besides Donnie; he wasn’t worried.

Predictably, he huffed and returned to picking out another outfit.

Leo had accumulated a small collection of more feminine clothes by this point. Some through scavenging, others bought, and a few even made by Mikey. She’d taken to wearing them around the house but this was the first time she was going to wear something feminine outside.

And Raph was trying to be supportive, he really was. But Leo had woke them all up so damn early, and dragged them over to help him pick out a dress.

He squirmed into a new dress, bright pink, and discolored from fixes and alterations. Raph could clearly see it was something Mikey had made. It looked like something a ballerina might wear. If they had no other options, maybe.

Leo sniffed down a little at it, seeming to share the sentiment, now that it was on him.

“I- it’s a bit patchy, isn’t it?” Donnie criticized, squinting at the mess of a dress.

“Admittedly, not my best work.” Mikey shrugged, “Why’d you even put it on?”

“Well… I thought it kind of looks like the first dress I ever found back Ho- when we were living with dad.” Leo reasoned, more subdue, looking like she was remembering something.

Mikey bounced in their seat, taking the reminder of the sewer in stride. “Oh yeah! I remember that. It was so poofy. You wore that for ages until Splinter saw it.”

Donnie nodded, “I think you found it when we were all playing. I remember you were really sad when dad made you take it off.”

Raph didn’t remember that.

It was nothing new, it shouldn’t have bothered him so much.

But the thing is, he tried.

He tried so hard to remember, but it was just blank. Nothing came to mind. It made Raph feel a little insane. They were all talking about something he knew he must have been there for, so why couldn’t he-

“Yeah, I’m not wearing this outside.” Leo scoffed, beginning to wrestle the article off.

She handled the dress fondly, though, as he discarded it. It was such a strange thing to see from Leo.

And that’s just it. They were all doing so much better now, living in the hidden city.

Mikey was so much happier, more easygoing. Donnie was becoming more confident and happy for all Leo didn’t help that most days. But Leo was trying. He was making an effort to be more open, more calm. She was communicating.

Raph, on the other hand… he supposed he hadn’t had to do as many chores. His siblings were thriving, but he was the same as he’d always been, if lazier.

Donnie had been having more good days than bad, but Raph’s memory was as poked full of holes as it always was.

Mikey had become almost always present, but Raph found himself just as prone to loosing time.

Maybe it had nothing to do with how things used to be. Maybe he was just broken, and their old living situation played no part in that. His dumb brain didn’t work the way it was supposed to and there was no fixing-

Raph was snapped out of his thoughts, as Donnie pulled at his arm. “Are you… alright? You seemed distracted.” His brother asked, fretfully.

“You need the sunhat, or it won’t work!” Mikey pushed, as they tried to shove a floppy hat onto Leo’s head.

“Mikey, It’s fine!” He screeched, flailing.

“And it could be perfect!”

“I don’t need it, there’s no sun down here!” Leo lunged, trying to pull her mask off from where Mikey had tied it around the straw hat. They yanked it away, giggling as they switched to keeping the hat out of Leo grasp.

Leo laughed with a carefree smile, as she play fought with Mikey. It wasn’t something Raph thought he’d ever see.

With a small smile of his own creeping across his face, he nodded down to Donnie, who relaxed, relieved, hands still gently grasping his arm, as he too turned to their siblings.

Despite everything, Raph’s concerns fell away in the face of his brothers’ happiness.

He felt like he’d remember this.

SHUT UPPP THATS SO SWEET OH MY GODDDDD!!! FUCKIMG ADORABLEEEEEE ASASUGHFH

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Crush Too Much - Part 17

RotTMNT Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings: Longing, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Overbearing Siblings, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis:  So you met a customer three times at work and that made a pretty big impression on you? That’s nothing to necessarily get worked up over, but when you’re all prepared to ask for his number the next time you see him and his brother gets involved instead, you might be in for something more than you bargained for.

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“Ahem, my apologies for the delay. I’m sure you’re all curious why I’ve gathered you here today.”

Maneuvering around the couch with his nose buried into his notes, Donatello took a commanding spot in front of the projector. Tossing his head back and adjusting his neck, he prepared to launch into his annoucement when he noticed his family had not taken notice of his appearance.

“And that’s when Mrs. Sidorov’s cat was saved from where he got stuck in the drain pipe!” April had her phone held up high.

“Graham Cracker was really ok?” Raph sniffled as he poured himself over the back of the couch to get a better look.

“Yup! You know, some of my coworkers hate doing puff pieces, but when you’re a field reporter it’s kinda a nice reprieve from all the typical crazy.” From her crook sofa seat, April turned her head and softened at the tears in Raph’s eyes. “Aw, Raph! He's ok! Look, I got another one of him with Mrs. S.”

“Graham Cracker is a terrible name for the cat.” Leo shook his head from where he was taking up a third of the couch.

“No way! Food names are the best pet names!” Mikey waved a hand from where he was twisted with his legs hanging over the armrest in the final sofa position.

“You’re too far away to make that judgment and I didn’t say that.”  Leo leaned over his little brother’s head. “It’s a gray cat.”

“Then-” Mikey started and stopped, squinting. “Not brown or tan or even tortoiseshell?”

“Ahem.”

“When you’re right, you’re right. The cat’s gray.” April spoke matter-of-factly.

“You guys don’t get it! Graham Cracker is perfect just the way he is.” Raph huffed, kneeling down so his chin rested on the back of the couch.

“Cough, cough!”

“More like purr-fect!” Leo chuckled, reaching around to pat his older brother on the head.

Donatello slammed a hand against the projector screen which wobbled against the wall.

Leo turned his attention languidly. "Finally, do you know how long we’ve been waiting?”

“Do you-!?” Donnie hissed before catching himself. He took a deep breath and released it while flicking his hands to rid himself of the irritation. “As I said before, I’m sure you’re all curious why I summoned you!” 

“Actually I was wondering why we’re having a family meeting without dad…” Raph tipped his head from amongst the couch cushions.

“Oh yeah! Where is he anyway?” Mikey wiggled around until his head was butted up against Leo’s thigh.

Donatello thread his fingers and pointed two of them out. "I have distracted our esteemed father with an HD cut of his favorite shows and this isn’t necessarily a family meeting, if you-”

“Wouldn’t he be in here if he was watching his shows?” April leaned forward and motioned to the recliner.

“Raph, dare you to go sit in it!” From where his arm was still slung over the back of the couch, Leo poked his older brother.

“Dad’s chair!?” Raph slunk back further behind the couch.

Mikey snickered. “Maybe by thirty you’ll be brave enough!”

“If it’s so….” Raph’s head popped back up along with an accusatory finger. “Such not a big deal then why don’t you go sit in it!?”

All three members of the couch clammed up.

“I-I’m just so comfortable, I mean look at me!” Mikey cross his legs and gave an awkward smile.

Donatello slapped a hand to his forehead and dragged it down his face. “This was a terrible idea. You’re all dismissed.”

“Sweet!” Leo snapped to his feet until April caught his bandana tails.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She tugged down and he bent backwards at the movement. “I’m sure Donnie has something really important he needs to talk about if he called us all here. Isn't that right, Donnie?”

Frowning, Donatello sighed. “As much as it pains me to say so, yes.”

April kept hold until Leo reclaimed his seat.

With the group’s silence and attention finally garnered, the weight of what he was about to do began to sink in. Donatello cleared his throat and adjusted his posture nervously. The move caused several of his note cards to break free from their brethren and he waffled to pick them up. Crouched over a stray page, he pretended to look it over. “What I’m about to discuss with you is a delicate topic in regards to my person. I would…” He sneered slightly. “…appreciate it if you could exhibit, I don’t know, just an ounce of decorum, if that’s even possible.” He straightened and looked out at his family with a disarmed expression. “Surely I don’t need to remind you that you know me and that it wouldn’t come to this unless absolutely necessary.”

Seeing the display, everyone shifted. April and Leo's backs erected. With minimal trouble, Mikey spun around and tucked himself upright into the corner of the couch. Raph momentarily eyed the newly opened space, but decided not to crowd the furniture. Instead, the older sibling rounded the couch and plopped down cross legged in front of it.

Failing to reorganize his notes, Donatello dropped the arm clutching them to his side. “Though I’m not one to harp…”

Leo rolled his eyes and Raph sent an elbow back into his sibling’s leg.

“This is very very…. very difficult for me to do. That's three verys mind you.” Donatello got the comment out through gritted teeth.

“We’re here for you, Donnie.” April reassured.

“No jokes! Whatever you have to say, we’ll help however we can.” It was Mikey’s turn to snatch Leo’s tails. Leo gave a small yelp as he was tugged down until he was below his younger sibling’s gaze. “Right, Leo?”

Shrinking under Mikey’s intense glower, a brittle laugh escaped Leo’s throat. “Y-Yup! Whenever you’re ready, Don-tron!”

Mikey released his hold and Leo scooted closer to April who casually shoved him back into the center of the couch.

With his eyes glued to the floor, Donatello screwed his eyes shut. “It has recently come to my attention that I’m in love with Y/N.”

Raph was the first to move. The elder turtle sibling nearly bounced with excitement before clapping his hands over his mouth. From above him, April bit her lip and turned to Leo. Leo’s head lolled back and he threw his fists up in silent frustration. Mikey glowered at his sibling with such intensity that Leo brought them back down and mimed out an annoyed accusation at Donnie. Mikey’s cheeks puffed up with further displeasure.

Bringing his gaze up, Donatello saw his family all scramble to resume neutral positions. He huffed as his shoulders droop. “Go ahead less you all pop blood vessels.”

“FINALLY!” Leo groaned, collapsing over Raph’s form.

“What he means to say is, we’re glad you… finally figured it out?” April gave an awkward grin.

“Don’t listen to them, Donnie!” Raph cheered. “They don’t know what they’re talking about! I am so proud! My little bro's all grown up!” He then wiped a tear from his eye.

“No, I think I would know more than any of you!” Leo grumbled, pushing off of Raph’s back roughly though his sibling didn’t budge in the slightest. “If we’re gonna throw anyone under the bus at this point it should be Dr. Heartbreak over here.” Leo jut an thumb back at Mikey.

“I didn’t tell him it was love!” Mikey squeaked at the allegation. “Plus it was you two-" He pointed a finger of one hand at Leo and the other at Raph. “-who were trying to use my fashion show as some sneaky matchmaking op!”

Leo gave a loud fake gasp. “El yo acuso! I would never!”

“Don’t play cute! You knew about it too!” Raph was sweating bullets.

“But I wasn’t going to do it and I told you guys not to!” Mikey rose incrementally out if his seat.

“You invited Y/N to the after party! How is that not participation?” Leo tipped over with narrowed eyes.

“He has you there.” April gave a knowing nod.

Mikey babbled out a series of incoherent syllables before turning a watery eye to the center of the room. “Donnie, tell them! I didn’t invite Y/N cause of that. Tell them!”

Having brought attention back to the focus of the discussion, everyone clammed up.

“Better?” Donatello asked dryly.

Everyone gave a single tight nod.

“The love part isn’t the issue at hand.” Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, Donatello cast his gaze down. “We have decided that we are going to be friends moving forward-”

“You confessed too?!” Leo scrambled forward so quickly that he hooked a spike on Raph’s shell and flipped over onto the floor. Now on his back, he gasped weakly.

“No, I did not.” Donatello responded, unperturbed.

Raph slide his hands under Leo’s shoulder and lifted him up. “Then how did ya come to that conclusion?”

“We finally discussed what we should be.”

“Isn’t it kinda hard to come to that conclusion when they don’t know the whole story?” April asked. 

“They know enough.” Donatello swept his flat gaze to April.

“But you love them?” Mikey jumped in.

"What difference does it make if I do?” Donatello winced and broke eye contact again. Feeling vulnerable, he wrapped his arms around himself.

The others exchanged looks.

“So, you brought us here to…?” Leo wheezed, shaking off a few lingering glares.

“Cutting Y/N out of my life again is out of the question. I agreed to the friendship terms. I need to rid myself of this accursed affection if I am to move forward. I already know the ins and outs of the neurobiology of love and unfortunately used it incorrectly-” Donatello grimaced. “-to talk myself out of my feelings before. I don’t… I don’t think I can handle discussing my misdeeds right now, so let’s just focus on the matter at hand.”

There was another heated exchanging of looks.

Getting to her feet and crossing the room, April placed a careful hand to one of Donatello’s arms. “Oh, Donnie… How long have you known?”

“Which part?” He kept his gaze away.

“That you were in love.”

“Since the after party.”

Mikey counted out on his fingers. “That’s… Nine? Days… I think?”

Donatello nodded.

Finally recovering from knocking the wind out of his own lungs, Leo was the next to approach his sibling. “And when did you and Y/N come to the whole friendship decision?”  

“Three days ago.” Donatello stiffened at the approach causing him to inadvertently leave April’s touch.

“Wait, you saw Y/N Friday?” As the timeline manifested in Raph’s mind, he also got to his feet.

“Yes! I needed help with my plants!” Feeling encroached by his siblings, Donatello took a few wary steps back.

“Hey, it’s ok.” April brought her hands up and moved closer to Leo. “We’re not interrogating you. Remember we didn’t know about this-” She thrust an elbow into Leo’s side when a chuckle started to escape him. “We’re just trying to get the whole picture.”

“Give me the whole picture on why everyone keeps hitting me.” Leo grumbled and retreated to the safety of the couch.

“I’m glad you’ve brought that up.” Donatello tipped his head down and reached behind his back.

April, being the closest, stiffened.

“Because I’ve prepared and in depth presentation to express that very thing!” With a swing of his limbs, Donatello turned on the projector which blinked open to show an active PowerPoint presentation.

“Oy vey!” Leo crumpled into the couch and tossed an arm over his eyes.

“As you can see here-” Donnie’s goggles came down and he positioned himself to the right of the screen. “We need to make sure everyone is on the same page. So let us start back at the beginning…” The slide turned over and a photograph of a store front appeared. “… at Lou, Mike, Tony, Tony's Pizza!”

April dragged herself to the couch in a similar that manner Leo had. Donatello began to drone on about the first time he met you. Raph, who was still standing, glanced between the presentation and his family.

“Data calms him down.” Mikey whispered, seeing Raph’s nerves. “He needs this.”

The older sibling nodded and took his earlier seat. With a furrowed brow, he squirmed until he was half facing the presenter while still able to see his family. Raph then mimicked Mikey’s tone. “This ain’t right. What are we gonna do, guys?”

“Which brings me to our first fated meeting: Jet Fuel Coffee Cart!” Donatello continued on obliviously, having now deployed a pointed extension on his tech-bō to direct attention on the screen.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Leo griped, his voice dipping to the same level. “I’ve done enough. I’m fine with the no meddling rule.”

“I’m pretty sure it was you who started the ‘keep Y/N around after the fashion show’ thingy.” Raph turned a dead stare to Leo.

“You say it was me, I say it was a group effort.” Leo shrugged with a smirk.

“Not this again.” Mikey slumped his shoulders. “No more blame. Are we seriously gonna help Donnie move on?”

Leo’s smile waned.

“New Jersey, enemy to not only to the casual New Yorker, but to Dream Vans the world over!”

“You would know best.” Raph eyed the middle sibling. “Does Y/N still love him?”

Leo twisted in his seat and gave a strained expression. “Nope! Nuh-uh! Not going there! I’ve kept my distance since throwing them a break-up party.”

Mikey cocked a curious brow.

“Don’t worry about it.” Leo waved the matter off without passing a glance at his younger sibling. He folded his arms until the persistent stares of his brothers wore him down. “Ok, fine! They were head over heels for Mr. Smarty Pants forever, but I honestly don’t know how they currently feel. I mean would you blame them if they moved on? It’s not like it was specifically anyone’s fault, bad timing let’s say, but let’s also say I have totally lost count of the number of wrongs Don’s committed. It’s basically criminal, but sorry, what was my point again?” Leo brought fluttering eyelashes to Mikey who pouted in return.

“It means we don’t know how Y/N feels. No matter how wrong we think it is, we can’t plan anything if they’ve moved on!” Raph frowned and gave a little dejected huff.

“We all saw how they were when they danced together.” Mikey murmured after a few moments of saddened silence passed.

Leo clicked his tongue.

“And while I’m not proud of what I did, I will say almost destroying Leo did have a certain level of satisfaction to it!”

“When you put it like that…” Raph hummed with mild frustration. “No, it doesn’t matter. We have to know for sure.”

“April.” Mikey leaned forward to look beyond Leo. The others followed suit. “You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m listening to both of you.” She pointed to Donnie, who was still passionately giving his presentation, and then twisted her wrist back to the brothers. “But I’ve also been thinking about something Donnie said.”

“Which part?” Mikey twisted his head and squinted at the projection in hopes of catching up.

“The part about New Jersey?” Leo croaked to himself.

“He said something about not being able to talk about his misdeeds.” April confirmed, bringing her furrowed brow up. “What do you think he meant by that specifically?”

“He’s got a ton of guilt.” Leo shrugged.

All heads swiveled to the middle brother.

“What?” Leo glanced around the group.

“What do you mean? I thought we went through the grieving process with him?” Mikey asked, dejection in his voice.

“We did.” Leo continued to look for a shred of understanding among his family.

“Then from what he thinks ge did wrong?” Raph looked to April.

“Leo, you’re gonna need to expand on that.” April pushed her hands together and then apart in demonstration.

Rolling his eyes, Leo leaned back into the couch. “Look at it this way, he’s had nine days to totally over think this whole thing. We may have helped him process his heartbreak, but if he’s saying this now then he must not have realized his was suffering was cause he was in love until then. Meaning, depending on how long he’s been in love, he’s probably been tearing himself up realizing all the missed opportunities while also being pretty dang aware of how that must have felt for Y/N.”

“You all became pretty prominent at this point, but only Mikey was present the day of the third fated meeting…”

April pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, Donnie…”

“Then three days ago…?” A spark of understanding shined in Mikey’s eyes.

“I’m gonna bet he invited them over because he wanted to see them and this and that happened before some dramatic tension popping moment where Y/N finally needed to undo the whole, terribly named, 'un-duo' situation. Donald thinking he’d already quacked up the whole thing, probably rolled right over for friendship.” Leo pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“He’s gotta confess.” April decided, determination setting into her features.

“W-wait, what about Y/N’s feelings?” Raph brought his hands up anxiously.

“That’s what you took away from what I said?” Leo turned a arched brow at April.

“I know.” She turned, her lips tight. “It seems insensitive, but think, if they really are over him then this is their chance to formally reject him and hopefully both of them can actually move on. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was chasing some dummy around, even if I had gotten over them, I’d at least want to know if they actually had liked me the whole time! It would make me not always wonder if I was crazy. Plus, and again, might just be me, but these two have fate stink all over them. They basically can’t get away from each other. That’s gotta mean something.”

Raph’s eyes were watering and he brought a knuckle up to scrub at them. “True love always gets to me…”

Mikey gave a soft look to Raph before glancing at the screen. “He’s almost caught up!” Crossing his legs, he took his meditation stance. “What’s the plan?”

The group glanced at Leo who tried unsuccessfully to ignore the attention. “Please stop making me do this.”

“Just don’t be a jerk about it this time!” April slapped his shoulder.

“I’ll give you hints and nothing else!” Leo griped, rubbing the appendage. “What does this whole thing feel like?” With an outstretched hand, he twisted his wrist around the room.

“A family meeting, duh.” Raph responded blankly.

“What else?” Leo rolled his eyes.

“It’s kinda like a mixed up intervention since Donnie’s the one who’s having a ‘problem’ and wants it to stop, 'cept he called the meeting on himself…” Mikey mumbled with a creased brow.

April popped up with an idea. “Exactly! Let’s intervent this intervention!”

“Mhm!” Leo gave an approving hum.

“Huh wha-?” Mikey mouthed in confusion.

“Time for an April O’Neil recap!” She bounced and settled into her newscaster stance. “One. Donnie wants to make up for his mistakes.”

Raph brought up a single digit to count her down.

“Two. He wants to stop being in love so he can be a good friend!”

Mikey shook his head not at April, but the absurdity of the sentence’s content.

“Three. It’s not really tricking someone if they’re literally asking us for help.” She gave a wicked grin. “Good friends try to make up for mess ups, right Mr. Breakup Party?” She turned a knowing brow at Leo.

“There’s such a fine line between romance and friendship when you add a little feelings to the mix.” Leo winked.

“I don’t follow…” Raph stared at his three fingers in dismay.

April leaned over the couch to put a hand on the elder turtle sibling’s shoulder. “We’re gonna ‘help’ Donnie by 'recommending' he ‘make up’ for his mistakes to Y/N, but our 'suggestions' are gonna perfectly set the scene for him to confess.”

“That was a lot of air quotes…” Raph pursed his lips.

“Follow our lead!” Mikey sprung forward and grabbed the top of Raph’s head, pivoting it back to Donnie.

“And with that we are up to date!” Donatello turned to find his family facing him with smiles a little too wide. “Come on guys, I practiced to get the whole spiel under 5 minutes. Are your attention spans really that short?”

“Actually Donnie, I think we got it. We’re just a little, ya know, unsure of how to help.” April offered, shifting on her cushion.

“We are?” Raph looked up as if the ceiling could offer him an answer.

“First off!” The couch creaked under Mikey’s sudden jolt. “Why isn’t Cass here!? I mean, she’s the one of us that has a kid and all!”

“Future and present.” Leo chuckled.

“While she is also family…” Donatello swirled his hands, searching for the right choice of words. “Like dad, I wouldn’t say her idea romance is particularly synonymous with my own.”

April’s lips wrinkled. “That’s fair.”

“And…” Raph could feel the eyes on the back of his head as he began. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page…” The eyes all but bore into him.

“Go ahead.” Donatello urged.

“You gave this whole recap speech, but you need our help to get over Y/N?” The eyes seemed to let up and Raph resisted the urge to blot his brow.

“Unfortunately.” Donatello began and then feigned clearing his throat. “I’ve thoroughly researched the subject and though I appear to have cleared most of the steps. There has been abject failure on my part to actually move on which puts me at a loss.”

“But you didn’t cover those steps just now… did you?” Mikey asked, tapping a finger to his knee.

Lifting his goggles, Donatello narrowed his gaze at his youngest sibling.

Mikey puffed out his cheeks as wide as they would go.

“Hm, I suppose you were listening if you know that much.” Donatello turned and clicked the projector remote to the next slide which was blank. He then brought up his cuff and from it notes began to appear on the screen

With his back turned, the rest of the family squabbled in silence right up until the second Donatello turned around.

“Alright, here is a quick rundown which I will also explain.” Though he had addressed his family, Donatello’s voice hitched so he glanced back at the screen. “I’ve already been through the grieving process, a period of distance, and, as discussed, gone over the neurological components.”

“Woah, there, smart guy!” April called out, leaning forward. “There’s no actual time limit on those things. If you’re still struggling then you obviously didn’t go through the process enough.”

“No time limit, hm?” Donatello turned to stare at this notes.

Leo pulled on April’s sleeve violently. She, in turn, gently put her hand to his cheek before shoving it so far over that he bumped heads with Mikey.

“What I think-!” Leo began and all parties shot back to their respective spots as Donnie turned back around. “-April is forgetting is that you don’t really have the time to get over it, wouldn’t you say!?”

“Y-Yeah!” Mikey piqued. “You said you couldn’t cut Y/N out of your life!”

“Very true.” April bared a vicious grin which she slowly turned on Leo. “We can’t forget that, can we? But, we also can’t forget that letting someone move forward with a bad emotional basis is also gonna screw everything up!”

“I’m sensing something is up.” Raising a brow, Donatello waited for one of his family members to fess up.

Instead the four scrambled together as if they were posed for a yearly portrait.

“What makes you think that?”

“Us? Ha! Never!”

“We’re just here to help…! I think?”

“Why didn’t you use a theme on your presentation?”

All eyes pivoted instantly on Mikey.

“I didn’t want to overshadow the content.” Donatello took a single step forward. “A change in subject is a classic Mikey diversion tactic.”

“To be fair, it’s also just something he does when he’s distracted.” Leo shrugged his shoulders while both removing his arms from where they had snaked around April and Mikey.

“Out with it. Now.” Donatello took a few more steps until he was in the center of the room.

Everyone sent their gazes in different directions. Each with their own boiling point, Raph was the first to start sweating. He was then followed closely by Mikey, who began to bounce his leg. Leo twitched next, his hands shaking minutely. Finally, April, the strongest fortitude of the bunch, turned to look over her compatriots. She shook her head and stood to address Donnie in there stead.

“You got us.”

The other boys stiffened like boards.

“We just…” She gave them all another look, this time telegraphing reassurance. They relaxed slightly, but glanced at each other curiously. “We think you’re going about this the wrong way, D.”

Donatello’s shoulders rose at the claim.

“Being in love is something you should enjoy, not something you should toss aside like a used tissue. Seriously, you said it was nine days, right? And where has that got you? You’ve been miserable for most of it, huh?”

Startling at her question, Donatello looked away. “Not, all of it…”

“When you were together?” She responded with a dry knowing tone.

“But that’s-”

“Inappropriate? Wrong? Not cool? Yeah, it can be, but if you think past all your overthinking, did they ever seen uncomfortable?” April put her hands on her hips.

Lowering his head, Donnie reviewed the footage. “Only when we discussed our status.” Bringing his gaze back up, he remembered something else. “Especially when I mentioned properly apologizing.”

“Speaking of, and let’s table the love bit for just a moment. That seems like a sore subject all around.” April closed the gap between her and Donnie in a few steps.

“I need to do it right.” He responded, eyeing her warily.

“Now, this is just a guess, but it seems like that’s more of a pressing issue for you, hm?”

“I consider the two connected, but not intertwined.”

“Ok, stay with me here, but we all know the scientific lengths you’ve gone to excuse your feelings…”

Donatello’s guard went up instantly.

April shushed him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Here’s something that might not have popped up because it’s more of a ‘you gotta know’ kinda thing, but that crazy passionate love tends to burn brighter when there are obstacles.”

“I understand you’re going for some sort of long point here, but I’ll need you to elaborate on that part.”

“Ok…” She looked to the side and curled her bottom lip up into the corner of her mouth. “So, in a regular relationship there’s all these butterflies and giggles when it’s new and thrilling, yeah?”

“I suppose.” Donnie shrugged.

“This is exactly why you need some normalized love experience.” April gave him a dead eyed stare before shaking it off to regain her composure. “Anyway, when love is thwarted the like lifespan of infatuation is extended! Basically, because it’s not working out is why you can’t move on.”

“Uh huh…?” Donnie leaned away from the touch unconvinced.

“Nope!” Twisting her hand, April snatched his bicep and dug her fingers into his muscle.

“Ow! What are you-!?”

“Bringing the point home!” She shouted before leaning back and using her grip on Donnie to toss him towards the sofa. He stumbled the first few feet and then collided with the cushions. “Get him situated, guys!”

Raph stood on command and picked up his brother to seat him correctly. Leo pretended to dust off Donnie’s shoulders and Mikey stood only to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch next to his Donnie.

“Alright, fools! Listen up! Donnie!” April turned her still outstretched arm into a direct point.

“Yeah?” Donatello paled, at a complete loss.

“I propose that you haven’t been able to get over your love because you’re the obstacle getting in its way! Because you’ve been stumbling around with your feelings, they’ve never been given a chance to breathe or chill! That is compounded by this whole self-imposed apology thing you got going on. So, until you make it up to Y/N then you aren’t even gonna start to move on. Which brings me back to what me and the guys were trying to keep under wraps.”

Donnie blinked and slowly moved to look at each of his brothers individually. Mikey gave him a beaming smile. Leo shrugged with a lazy smirk. Raph passed a sheepish grin between his twiddling fingers. Still stunned, Donnie swept the same owlish gaze back to April.

“The proposition is simple: go have fun with Y/N with some activities we cooked up to make it up to them. In doing so, you’ll get to associate your love with some good vibes and then you’ll be naturally ready to let go. If you’re keeping track, that’s an April O’Neil three-for-one special, you’re welcome!” She then ended her presentation with a sharp snap and a pointed wink.

There was silence for a moment before Mikey started a slow clap. Leo and Raph joined in and kept going until Donnie joined them.

As it tapered off, Donnie leaned forward and stared at the tingling hands in his lap. “Do you really think that will work? I need you all to be honest. I need…” He closed his eyes and winced at the minor headache coming on. “I can’t mess this up.”

“You won’t.” Mikey draped himself over Donnie. “You’ll just have to let that big brain of yours take a itsy bitsy break.”

“Do you even know me?” Donnie shook his head, his voice tight.

“Remember when you were on that dance floor?” Leo bumped shoulders with him. “Let yourself have something like that and it’s a shoo-in!”

“You know…” Raph started with a mumble before he regained his voice. “After you and Leo fought, when I walked Y/N home, we talked just a little bit. I knew how much they cared about you and I wanted to say something like ‘because you guys care about each other it’ll all work out,’ but they kinda took the words out of my mouth. I think… No, I know they just want to keep sharing those happy times with you. That’s probably why they keep coming back for more.” Raph feigned slugging Donnie’s shin. “Even though we’re family and there's a bias, I feel the same kinda way. When we have bad moments, it doesn’t negate the good ones. It doesn’t mean it has to keep being bad. You keep making good memories to chase all the bad ones away.” Raph paused and looked to Donnie with renewed determination. “Rather than being sad about not knowing something, what matters more is how you react when you discover it.”    

Silence followed for a moment and Raph stared into Donnie’s rapidly watering eyes until Mikey sniffled. He then turned to find his youngest sibling outright sobbing.

“Ya big galoot!” Leo cried, launching himself at Raph. “Not a dry eye in the house! Where have you been hiding all that wisdom?!”

“Seriously, I thought I had it in the bag and you totally one-uped me!” April used her sleeve to dry her eyes.

“You all, just don’t listen enough. Raph’s got tons of good wisdom to drop!” The elder turtle sibling twisted between eating up the praise and bowing his head with humility.

“Fine.” Donnie swallowed hard, blinking away any errant moisture that threatened to fall. “I’m convinced. What did you all have in mind?”

“Let’s round table our ideas.” April walked over and leaned against the armrest nearest Mikey. “Mine’s gotta be last, who’s going first?”

“More wisdom!” Mikey hiccupped in a cheer.

“That means you, big guy!” Leo confirmed, giving Raph a final pat before reclaiming his spot on the couch.

“M-me?” Raph spun around to face his family. “We were… pitching what again exactly?”

“Su-wing and a’miss!” Leo chuckled, sinking deeper into the cushions.

“Activity ideas for Donnie to make it up to Y/N, remember Raph?” April widened her eyes at him in an attempt to jog his memory.

Raph tilted his head at her before turning his still confused gaze to Donnie. “A gift is always good, right?”

April slapped a hand to her forehead while Mikey patted her shoulder.

Passing only a glance to the pair on his right, Donnie turned his attention to Raph on his left. “I depends on the content.”

“A gift that says ‘I’m sorry.’” Raph hummed with closed eyes. “No.”

Donnie raised a curious brow.

“A gift that says ‘I’m sorry’ from Donnie! That’s totally different!” Raph perked up and leaned forward. “You’re a big ‘make a gift’ kinda guy and your techy gizmos are… mostly fine, but getting something against character would really show how sorry you were!”

“How does pouring hours and hours into a technological wonder not show dedication?” Donnie scoffed.

“’Cause it’s too big! It’s gotta be something small, off the cuff kinda.” Raph brought an arched finger up to his lips. “You gotta win it.”

“Win it?” Donnie’s head jutted back at the unexpected note.

“Yeah! Bring ‘em to the boardwalk and win 'em a prize! It’s perfect! It’s out of character so it’ll be an awesome surprise and it’s something they can look back on and go ‘that’s the cute thing Donnie got me, oh wow!’” Raph put on a voice and brought his clenched hands up to his cheek with faux fluttering lashes.  

“Y/N sounds nothing like that.” Donnie retorted with a sneer.

“Oh, and it’s gotta be something soft and huggable!” A huge grin spread across Raph’s face.

“Shall I win one for you too?” Donnie mocked Raph’s earlier fist to cheek move.

“I mean… if you wouldn’t mind and maybe saw one that would go with my style…” Raph squirmed in place to temper his excitement.

“We’ll see.” Donnie gave his elder brother a little kick before looking at the siblings on either side of him. “Who’s next?”

“Since Aps got last, I’ll go second to last! Keep ‘em guessing! That means Mike’s up to bat!” Leo waved Donnie’s gaze to the other side of the couch.

“Heh, heh, heh.” Mikey faked a nefarious chuckle with an L-shaped crook of his finger and thumb framing his chin. “You’re in luck because I have just the idea.”

“Skeptical, but go ahead.” Donnie waited with an even stare.

“Kinda like what Raph was saying about out of character, you really wanna show how sorry you are? Then you gotta show that tender belly!” Mikey leaned forward and poked Donnie’s plastron around where his stomach would be.

“I dislike where this is going…”

“Geology.” Mikey turned a wicked smile up to his brother.

Donnie balked.

“You gotta take ‘em to the Hall of Gems and Minerals! If they know anything about you, they’ll know that’s a big deal!” Mikey grabbed Donnie’s arm and shook him.

Swaying back and forth, Donnie groaned. “But it’s the worst type of science! The only boring kind!”

“Exactly!” Mikey snickered.

“I hate all of this.” Donnie slumped.

“Apologies aren’t supposed to be easy!” April mused.

“Ugh, you know it’s bad when I’m almost looking forward to Leo’s terrible ideas.” Donnie swung his head to look at said brother.

“Pfft, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Leo used the springs in the couch to bounce up and land on his knees with blossoming enthusiasm. “Alright, picture this!” He thread an arm around Donnie’s neck and pulled his brother until their cheeks slammed together. “You totally crush them!”

“When was the last time we had you tested!?” Donnie hissed, trying to wedge his hands between their faces to free himself.

“About five years ago!” Leo’s grip tightened. “Pay attention! We’re talking ice skating! Is the rink open yet? Oh, whatever use Case’s rink! Ping pong! Rock climbing! Axe throwing! Whatever and you try to give them a total beat down.”

“Uh, Leo I don’t think that’s quite what we’re going for…” Mikey worried, his hands out.

“You’re deranged!” Donnie flailed and managed to only partially get his head free which instead locked Leo’s arm around the middle of his face, silencing him.

“You all aren’t thinking of it in Donnie terms though! He’s terrible at sports! He’s gotta go all out, get fully cocky, and then crash and burn spectacularly!” Stars shone in Leo’s eyes and his free arm reached out to some imagined movie screen. "It’ll crack Y/N right up, they’ll end up winning no matter what, and also have the lovely satisfaction of knowing that you went all out and they still beat a ninja!” With his spiel done, Leo released his brother.

Donnie wheezed and gasped for breath while clawing over his body to rid himself of his brother.

“That might actually work.” Raph nodded with an amused upturn to the corner of his lips.

“Can we play ping pong after this?” Mikey ruminated.

Regaining enough oxygen to speak, Donnie shot Leo a seething glare before turning to April weakly. “Please tell me your big finale is better than any of this detritus.”

“Yup.” She closed her eyes and gave a single tight nod. “I’ve got it in the bag!”

Donnie gave a wave of his wrist for her to go ahead.

“A walk in Central Park.”

The four brothers all tilted their heads in sync.

“That’s it?” Leo whined, throwing his arms out. “You stole what could have been my sweet finish for that!”

“It’s a guarantee” April shrugged as if there were no contest.

“In comparison it does seem rather tame…” Donnie rubbed the back of his head, still sore from the headlock.

“I don’t know, it sounds nice.” Mikey shifted, looking between parties.

“Just trust me.” April stood and followed Mikey’s gaze. “Nah, you know what? Trust all of us. You gotta do each one of our suggestions to the fullest and only then will you totally make it up to Y/N!”

“All of…” Donnie mouthed and glanced around is dismay. “Can’t I put my own spin on each?”

“Nope!” April took a single step forward to put her foot down. “Ex-act-ly what we said! You wanna ‘do it right,’ right?”

“I do.” Donnie replied bitterly.

“And you came to us because you need help, right?”

“That is… correct.” Donnie struggled through the confirmation with disdain.

“Because, your way isn’t working?” April bent over at the hips to get to eye level.

At first Donnie resisted the gaze, but eventually crumbled to return it. “It was not.”

“Then give our way a chance. You might be surprised with the results.”

“I…” He broke eye contact to look around. “Think I’d like to lie down and think this all through.” Donnie drooped as he allowed the weariness to show on his features.

“Of course.” April bobbed and took a step to the side, allowing him a clean exit.

Everyone watched as Donnie draggd himself from the couch and kept the slouched posture and he headed for the exit. He paused just before hitting its threshold and spoke without turning. “Thank you all. It… means a lot.” He then continued his trek without waiting for a response.

Quiet settled in for a moment until April shifted her weight from one foot to the other and gave a resounding thumbs up.

Leo leaned forward and fist bumped it with a thumbs up of his own. “Nice save. Respect.”

“Did we do it?” Raph wondered, a nervous edge to his voice. “Didn’t you say there’s a chance he’ll get over it?”

“There is always that chance.” April turned and gave a soft smile to the elder brother. “We set it up the best we could and now it’s up to Donnie.”

“We were never gonna force him.” Mikey clarified.

“Oh, good then.” Raph nodded. “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to handle it if they don’t end up together though!”

“Same, but because it’ll mean I went through all that pain for nothing!” Leo whooped in feigned pain and collapsed across the couch with his head falling into Mikey’s lap.

“In comparison to what you caused…” April leaned over him with a cocked brow.

Leo chuckled nervously.

“Yeah… I got a good feeling about this time.” Mikey turned a smile to where Donnie had departed.

NEXT

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PRIMOGENITAL | the Wisdom of Fredward Horniman

From The Gentlemen, Episode 1 - Refined Agression

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Look, you guys. He’s really suffered, okay?

He’s been STABBED in the heart, he’s been London-BRIDGED(?), he’s been FUCKED in the face, DOGGED on the floor.

And it’s true. He has, despite being the firstborn son, been relegated to the truly harrowing fate of being the most embarrassingly, painfully, mediocre progeny in the family line, that his dad had no choice but to break with 600yrs of tradition and cut him out of the will, passing everything to younger, much cooler more responsible brother, Edwina “Eddie” Horniman. And isn’t not having a bullshit title, nor the crushing debt of his father’s failed above-board business, nor having to deal with the surprise! extensive, underground potfarm on the estate grounds and all the accompanying stress and criminal hijinx with it— well, isn’t it just the most traumatic thing you can imagine???????

Now all Freddy gets to do is:

live in historic mansion with way-too-cool-to-be-caught-dead-with-him, Inexplicable-Stunt-Driver-Wife Tamasina (known by abs legendary nickname of Wham Tam) who also, when asked by Freddy in a moment of desperation if she thinks he’s a cock, rightly points out, “all men are cocks, Freddy”

pal around in chicken costume and steal cars with chill asf brother that he only occasionally wants dead, Steady Eddie who’s legit so good at everything that Freddy doesn’t have to be good at anything

go “fishing” aka chuck live grenades into lake full of salmon, a method worthy of Park-Tuna-Assassin Ramon Arellano Félix and invent Crack!Weed another Ramon-coded pasttime with bestie-botanist and lover of all things hydroponic, hallucinogenic, and Special Sauce, Jimmy Chang …. AND

Skeet shoot out in picturesque estate garden with creature-whisperer, actual live angel, and all around Dilf-of-the-manor, Geoff

Oh, the horror.

No, but honestly, I cannot summon from memory a single character I have so biblically despised on first watch, only to full 180, violently swing in the opposite direction to straight glee/appreciation for the comedic marvel that is Mr. (not!)Duke-SirFancyPants-RoyalDumpsterFire-LordSomethingErOther, the one, the only, Frederick “Fredward” Horniman aka thisprince👇

Yeah, talk about refined aggression? I had some refined ass aggression toward ole Fred, here. Like when I tell you I hated this “man,” I h a t e d this man.

All I could think the whole time, on first watch was, wowowow, y’know what’s worse than a useless, entitled, infantile, drug-addled, narcissistic man-fetus …?

A loud useless, entitled, infantile, drug-addled, narcissistic man-fetus.

My mans, Eddie is wayyy too generous here☝️and every other time he bails Freddy out of whatever pigshit he manages to shove his full face into bc I’d be throwing more than paper. That antique furniture would regrettably be sailing thru the air, straight at that fat melon of this nepo-baby dressed in DivineRightofKings drag, if only to get a precious few fucking seconds of silence.

Like the only one reacting appropriately here is Charly☝️who Freddy snarkily calls Lady Macbeth with a mix of love and contempt only a sibling can display which like, not the best? insult? To be called one of the most groundbreaking female characters of all time? But our boy is nothing if not scholarly, right. So im sure he super paid attention when the class was reading Macbeth

So, yeah. He’s basically the worst. There’s a metric fuck ton of evidence to support that. AND YET, this mf isn’t completely useless bc after my 2nd and 3rd rewatch specifically witnessing the genius that is his alter ego, plastic Russian gangster, Anatoly Givenchy Romanov who laavs orange cars and Siberian tigers let me do tell you, against my better judgment, I found myself growing to love and adore the (2nd) funniest character in an already hilarious show (crown goes to beautiful tropical fish Jimmy bc mans always proper vibin’)

And now, when I watch this scene, instead of berserker levels of enraged, I’m struck with a disorienting combo of secondhand cringe + juvenile glee??? Like instead of wanting to aggravated manslaughter my own tv, I’m just “awww, Fredward. What a little nothing you are. Look how silly you look in your lil boarding school jumper.” And it feels good(?) but mostly bad. And then I do this

like the true American scum that I am.

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Saul Silva x Teen!reader - Father’s Day

Hello Can you write something with Reader (teenager) and Sky who are planning something for Father's Day for Saul, please? - Anon💜

Sky watched you as you wondered about the kitchen, grabbing things that you needed.

“Are we even supposed to be in here?” He asked.

You shrugged a little, taking a bite of an apple you had found.

“Better be quick before Farah finds out we raided the kitchen.” You smirked.

“Uh huh, and when Silva finds out?”

“Please he can’t be mad at us.”

You handed Sky some things and you grabbed the rest, both of you making sure the coast was clear before you ran down the hallways.

“Did you guys raid the kitchen again?!” Terra yelled.

“Don’t tell anyone! It’s a surprise!” You yelled back.

Running all the way to your dads office, you set everything down on the desk, and so did Sky, and you looked around.

“So, how’s this going to work?” He asked.

“Well, dad isn’t usually around here yet, so we’ve got some time. Do you remember where we hid the balloons?”

“Yeah, over here.”

Sky walked over and grabbed the many balloons, bringing them over, and you beamed as you set all the food out on the plates you had also temporarily stolen.

“Presents?” Sky asked.

You rummaged through the desk draws and pulled out a few little wrapped boxes and set them on the table and he set the balloons around it.

It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t big, or expensive, but you two had worked hard to try and keep it a surprise.

“Lemme go find him!” You beamed.

Sky nodded and you ran out of the door, looking around you ran up to random people asking if they had seen the headmaster.

And eventually you found him talking to Farah and you ran over, grabbing his hand.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, come with me!”

“I’m busy.”

You looked between him and Farah, and she smiled at you, shaking her head as she raised her hands.

“We can talk later, you better go with them before they drag your arm off.”

Saul chuckled, nodding his head and he let you drag him around.

“So are you going to tell me what this is about?”

“Nope.”

“I’m your father, you can’t keep secrets from me.”

You glanced up at him.

“I have so many secrets, but I’m not gonna tell you any of em.”

“Right, right, and does Sky know any of them?”

“Oh yeah of course he does, he’s like my brother. You can’t know cause you’ll tell me off.”

“Smart move.” He smirked.

You beamed up at him and pushed him through the door, and you slammed it closed behind you and stood next to sky, both of you grinned from ear to ear.

“Happy Father’s Day!” You both beamed.

Saul smiled softly and walked over to the desk, looking at the food, the presents, the cards and the balloons.

Then he looked back up at you two.

“You did this for me?” He asked.

“Well, you’re my dad, I have like a legal obligation to do if. He doesn’t, but he wanted to help, he won’t admit it though.”

“You forced me to help shut up.”

“Nope!”

You ducked under skys hand as he went to slap the back of your head and you ran over to your dad, picking up a card you handed it to him.

Sky wondered over, and he held his card out as well, and Saul sat down to open them both.

He set them aside and you then handed him his presents.

“A watch?” He asked you.

“I know you broke your other one training, so I found this one.” You smiled.

Saul gestured for you to come over, and you did, and he stood up, hugging you tightly and kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you..”

“Here.”

Sky handed Saul his present and Saul opened it to see a little photo frame of you all.

“Thank you sky, this is amazing.”

Saul held his arm out and Sky debated it for a moment before walking over to join the hug.

And Saul stood there with a hug smile on his face.

Just him and his two kids, and that’s how the world was supposed to be, and he couldn’t be more thankful for either of you

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