#will never forget the day she helped me up front in like april

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

To find one to dance to the Devil’s call was a rare thing, but you found your match in the least expected place.

The only problem? A small, little girl that was determined to never let her new friend forget that she was home, too.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ୨୧ DILF!Bucky Barnes x Babysitter!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ୨୧ 2.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ୨୧ Fluff, domesticity, pancakes are a love language, heated kissing, implied adult discussion (doesn't actually happen in the fic), very light angst (anxiety)

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ୨୧ The awaited sequel is here! ୨୧ I think it's a very possible eventuation that I am addicted to writing this smug, arrogant, son of a— ୨୧ A very big thank you to @smutconnoisseur for being my soundboard for this fic, and for helping me make the ending the best it could be — I am so damned grateful.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ୨୧ older by Isabel LaRosa ୨୧ Lose Control by Teddy Swims

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ୨୧ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ჻჻჻ Mutual Pining (March), Domestic (April) — Masterlist

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were slow to wake the next day. The sun had not yet started to bleed through the curtains on the opposite side of the room — it couldn’t have been any later than sunrise, you hoped. 

The night before had been one hell of a shock to your system, and you could still feel Bucky’s lips ghost over yours if you just thought hard enough; or how his voice lowered to a tenor that shook you to your core. All night you dreamed of more, chasing that forbidden high he supplied wholly and fully — a willing and far more enthusiastic half to your own. 

Naturally, there were going to be obstacles and challenges to navigate to the possibility of a relationship — one of which you could hear parading up and down the hallway with fast, little footsteps. 

After Starlet’s pressing interrogation while you readied her for sleep — a surprise that she (impressively) cornered you with — that it may be more of a smooth reveal than you could hope for, but still, nerves boiled and bubbled in your stomach, clinging to your insides like glue.

No point delaying it any longer, you thought, and you threw the mountain of covers off of your body. Though the indiscernible noise of the plush mattress moving underneath your sleep-stiff body was a siren call for small ears, fortunately, or unfortunately. 

The door creaked open just as you lifted your head off of the pillow, and a figure, their head no taller from the floor to the handle, peered inside. “Hello?”

You blinked and sat up further. “He– Oof!”

In a blur of stripes and polka dots and a tangle of hair, you were knocked back onto the mattress with two thin arms around your neck. “Fawn! You’re here! Did you st– Why are you here? Did daddy let you sleep–?”

“Let her wake up, baby,” a deep voice said from the doorway. It neared as they said, “And I told you, no playing upstairs.” The weight moved from your front to your side, and you saw a toothy, bright grin that could belong to no other than Starlet. “There she is.”

You looked to the side and saw Bucky standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. He wore a dark cotton shirt and grey sweatpants while his hair lay loose and mussed. Every last comprehensible, coherent thought fled your mind and pooled in your stomach, and Bucky knew as such — the blue of his eyes darkened with a knowing glint, turning them stormy grey. 

Get it together, you intoned — outwardly, you said with a rasp, “Well, good morning to you two.”

“Good mornin’, Fawn,” Bucky said, beaming down at you. “Did you get some sleep, love?” The weight on your side pressed harder while Bucky spoke. 

“Good, good, good morning,” Starlet sang, her smile as wide as her father’s. 

A light laugh flowed with your words, “Yeah, I slept well, really well, thank you. Wait– Do I smell–”

“Breakfast! Daddy started it already because he is the best.” Bucky put a hand over his heart and inclined his head, before dramatically wiping a non-existent tear. Starlet shook your shoulder to get your attention and said, “Do you like coffee? I can press the big button on daddy’s machine for you!”

“Sure, honey,” you said, and before you could offer to help her down from the bed, she took off like a shot towards the door and down the hall. “Well, that went better than I could have hoped…”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, then he looked at you; a piercing stare that rooted you to the spot. “You feelin’ okay, baby?”

You gulped. “Y– Yeah, I am, are you?”

There was a beat of silence, the tension mounting by the second, when Bucky rounded the end of the bed to stand right next to you. His hand brushed the side of your neck, then his thumb lifted your chin. 

“Never been better, Doe,” he murmured, and he leaned close to kiss you softly. It was a fleeting, chaste brush of lips, but it didn’t fail to stir up the heat that had been left simmering from the night before. “We’ll talk later, but come down and get some breakfast, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed, though it sounded more like a wheezed gasp than a reply. “I– uh–” You cleared your throat and sat up more. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

A soft smile pulled at the corner of Bucky’s lips, and he nodded when a yell from downstairs echoed up the well, “Daddy!”

Bucky sighed and turned towards the door. “What?” he called back. 

“I wanna give Fawn one of my cups for her big girl drink!” You snorted a laugh while Bucky walked towards the door. 

“Starlet Barnes, I swear to Gramma Winnie that if you’re up on that damned stool–” His voice trailed away while he made his way down to stop his daughter from injuring herself. 

The covers came away with a rustle, and you moved to stand up and stretch. 

The adjoining bathroom to the guest bedroom was just as opulent as you could have expected — marble tiles lined the floor, and some type of gleaming tile decorated each wall. It was coloured with deep, moody tones, and as you fiddled with the shower, steam billowed through the room. 

You took a deep breath, letting the steam fill your lungs. The racing thoughts slowed as soon as the water pelted against your skin, a soothing pattern that allowed you to distance yourself from the worries of what was to come. “It’ll be okay,” you murmured to yourself, cupping your face in your hands. “It will be okay.”

After some time passed, you stepped out from the guest room, dressed in a set of clothes Bucky left for you. It was a shirt, and a pair of soft, worn slacks — they were beyond comfortable, and you yawned as you began to make your way to the stairs. 

But you froze as you reached the top of the stairs. Bucky was talking quietly, his voice soft. “Don’t bombard the poor girl, baby.” The scrape of utensils on a plate echoed, and then the drag of porcelain over tile. “She’s stressed—can’t have any more on her shoulders, can we?”

You leaned forward over the balustrade to look down into the kitchen. From your vantage point, Starlet was sitting on a tall stool and Bucky was next to her, cutting up her pancakes with care. 

The distance made it hard to discern the quiet words that Starlet uttered, but you caught them, nonetheless. “Can I make her a picture, daddy?”

Bucky beamed at his daughter. “‘Course you can, honey. I think Fawn would love it; she might even stick it on her fridge at home–”

“But home is here; she’s staying here isn’t she–?”

“Uh–” Bucky’s voice was strained, dumbstruck with the implicit question not unlike the interrogation you survived through by the skin of your teeth the night before. “Honey… I, uh– Fawn–”

“But you smile a lot when she’s around,” Starlet insisted. 

There was no air, you couldn’t pull any into your lungs; it was sapped from the atmosphere, vanished without a trace to leave you reeling at the top of the stairs. “Shit,” you muttered. 

After a long moment of silence, where you could physically watch the gears turn in Bucky’s head on how best to assuage and sate his daughter’s curiosity and downright accurate observations, he spoke. “I know, baby. Fawn is very special to me; she’s kind, she’s funny, and she’s very pretty. But you’re my priority, Starlet—always will be. 

His thumb brushed her small chin, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “She takes good care a’you and that’s what’s most important.”

You could almost hear the unspoken undercurrent of meaning in his words, and it made your stomach flip. 

However, nothing could have prepared you for what Starlet said next. 

“She makes you happy, daddy,” she said, almost a whisper. “I like seeing you smile—uncle Steeb said it’s important to be happy.”

“Oh,” you gasped, and your hand flew to cover your mouth. Tears from overwhelming tides of emotion flocked your lash line, blurring your vision. 

“I guess it is, honey,” Bucky said softly. 

It took a long while to gather your senses while you stood on the balustrade, hand still clutching the stair rail for support. The powerful waves of emotion battered against the walls you had so weakly placed around your heart, and in your own disbelief, you wondered how this could have happened so fast — not long ago you were holed up in your apartment looking for work when you stumbled upon that advertisement. You jumped at the chance, and it landed you here, in a position where you were stuck between a rock in a hard place. 

To confess and ruin your prospects for your job but possibly gain something so much more or keep your thoughts to yourself and pray that it fizzled on its own. 

And even then, you knew you were asking for a miracle; that kiss still lingered in your mind, overshadowing your waking thoughts with more than inappropriate fantasies of just how experienced he was. 

You shook your head, willing the thoughts to quieten down, at least until after breakfast — Bucky said the two of you could talk about that kiss. That would be the time to find answers, you reasoned. 

Slowly, you took the stairs one by one, sure to make yourself heard and known. The living room and kitchen was flooded with natural sunlight that streamed through the trees that lined the edge of the property, and on the edge of the counter closest to you was a bouquet of white roses, wrapped in white cellophane. 

Bucky looked up from his daughter’s plate and smiled widely as he took you in. The softness of his eyes made your heart ache; a yearning to stride forwards and embrace him. “They’re for you, Fawn,” he said, nodding to the roses. “Little miss Starlet helped me pick ‘em out for you—as a thank you,” he added as you tilted your head in confusion. “Had ‘em delivered this mornin’.”

“You didn’t have–” You started, but Starlet began to fuss. 

“And I did a little picture,” she gushed, pointing at a small piece of paper placed carefully between the numerous bulbs. 

“She did,” Bucky agreed. 

You smiled, just a twitch of your lips, and you walked towards the arrangement. The roses were in full bloom, their beauty bewitching and soft, tender — just like the love you held for the pair in front of you. “They’re beautiful,” you whispered, touching the outer ring of petals with the pad of your index finger. 

The crayon drawing depicted a princess between a knight and a queen, their gowns flowing in a rainbow of colours, and the knight’s armour gleamed white from the imaginary sun in the top corner of the paper. You looked towards Starlet and smirked. “And now I have a perfect addition for my fridge.”

Starlet positively beamed with pride. 

A plate loaded with an assortment of breakfast foods replaced the bouquet, and you glanced down — Bucky cooked each morsel to perfection, and you couldn’t help but feel your mouth water from the aromas that spliced the air. Complex notes of browned butter and sugar mixed with the heady, salted scents that could rival a five-star restaurant. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Buck–? Were you a chef?”

Bucky laughed and hung his head, and to your surprise, a blush started to bloom over his cheekbones. A few strands of loose hair fell from behind his ears, and you felt faint with the need to tuck them back, while also conflicted with the lust to run your fingers through it from root to tip and pull.

“I’ve been around for a while, honey,” he chuckled, throwing a hand towel over his shoulders. His hands held the edge of the counter, and he leaned forward, pushing his weight onto his wrists to make his biceps bulge — it was an effort to focus only on his face. “Learned a lot, all that sh–” His gaze snapped to a preoccupied Starlet who happily ate her pancakes while swinging her feet. “Sugar.”

You snorted a laugh and shook your head. “I can imagine.” 

The three of you tucked in and finished breakfast with little incident — Starlet determinedly rambled on about how many new drawings she was going to complete that afternoon, all while Bucky encouraged her and poked into her ideas with a cheeky, mischievous nature. It was no wonder that Starlet caught on and stared at her father with narrowed eyes. 

“I’ll show you,” she huffed, and she pushed the empty plate away towards him. “May I be excused?”

“Yeah, baby, you go get what you wanna show me,” Bucky said smoothly, picking up the plate. “Fawn and I will be here waitin’.”

Starlet dashed off with her unparalleled enthusiasm, and you looked back towards Bucky to start a pleasant conversation, when the words died on your tongue. The blazing want in his once cerulean eyes had vanished behind the inky black of his pupils, and his eyes were darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips, where they lingered. 

You watched, enraptured, while his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “I– Hmph!”

His lips collided with yours while his left hand cupped your jaw, his right pawing at your waist. Your feet stumbled clumsily backwards, only able to go where he put you, and your back hit the fridge door. The force of it made the appliance rattle. 

It didn’t deter you from giving him your all — the raw passion behind the kiss fueled the simmering fire into an inferno, the heat of it lapped up your spine and wrapped around every last nerve. 

“Shit,” Bucky hissed against your lips, pulling back to gasp for air. “I couldn’t resist any more, baby—can’t fuckin’ get enough a’you.”

Desperation clawed at your insides when you realised you were in the damned kitchen of all places, and Starlet would be back at any second. “Shut up and kiss me,” you demanded.

Bucky growled low in his throat and surged forwards, claiming your lips again only to nip at your bottom lip with his teeth, soothing it over with his tongue. Your fingers wound through his loose hair that fell to his neck, the softness a luxury you couldn’t help but need more of — you pulled and revelled in the hitch of breath against your lips, the way his hips bucked forward. 

A small moan vibrated your throat, and he grew more insistent, demanding in his fervour. It was only when he pulled back to mouth open kisses down your neck did you hear him groan with need. “Fuckin’ need you now, Doe.” 

“Yes, yes,” you panted. “Fuck, please–” 

Small, fast footsteps came from the loft above the kitchen and Bucky hung his head, his forehead landing on your collarbone with a heavy sigh. “Fuck, I need you.”

You blinked and shook yourself inwardly. “I– Fuck, yeah, me too.”

Bucky pulled away from your body with a thoughtful frown. “I want you.”

The way your heart lurched into your throat from your chest was almost painful, and you gulped around it. “I– Oh, god.”

“I jus’ wanna get a feel of where your head’s at, yeah?” he said softly. “I need to make sure that you want this as much as I do.” 

“That– Yeah, I do, I really, really do–” You tried, furiously working your throat to swallow, though your mouth was dry.

Bucky smiled and squeezed your waist with his hand, and he pecked you on the lips before he pulled away. “Don’t you worry, baby. I want you here with me, and with her.” He nodded towards his approaching daughter, who was occupied with carrying rolls and rolls of paper. “I know she does too.”

The words, while they were whispered against your lips, they came with a promise, one that entailed your whole future.

Starlet’s excited tone pulled you from staring into Bucky’s eyes, and you smiled as she held up some of the rolls of paper for you to take. “Come on, Fawn,” she rushed, giggling. Her small hand grasped yours, and then pulled you along. 

Deep, rasped laughter came from behind you, and you looked over your shoulder to see her father watching the two of you with bright eyes; a glint of adoration in them that made the blue of his irises so much deeper. 

“I want you,” he mouthed, and he inclined his head to look at you, then he turned into the kitchen to supposedly grab his cup of coffee. 

“What’s taking you so long?” Starlet asked, indignant. She stood to your side with her nose scrunched in annoyance — an expression you knew she inherited from her father. “I have these to show you and daddy.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, sweetheart,” you soothed, squeezing her hand. 

She took the assurance and dashed away. You watched her as she guided you towards the couch in the living room, and you heard heavy footsteps behind you — Bucky was following slowly. 

“Honey, please don’t pull her arm off,” he teased, and Starlet only huffed. “We need her, remember? Who’s goin’ to let you stay up past your bedtime then, huh?”

You blinked. “That was not my fault–”

Bucky took a sip from his mug, smirking behind the rim. “I know all, I see all—can’t hide shit from me, baby,” he whispered, and he winked.

The narrow-eyed stare you sent him only made him laugh, and somehow, the sound soothed your worries, and you knew it was going to be alright.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | one

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? April 29th 2022 (a/n yes I know some of these dates don’t actually add up, it’s just for story purposes!) Elliots POV Nursing really wasn’t for the faint of heart, which makes me wonder why I do it. Part of me knows it’s cause I’m a pathological people pleaser and like all the pats on the back I get. On the other hand I did land myself a great position in the NICU and helping babies get healthy and go home was such a rewarding feeling. I worked twelve hour night shifts but they went by pretty fast. It was about 6:45am and I was wrapping up some charting as my phone buzzed beside me. It was my best friend Danielle. “Hey boo! Don’t forget we got tickets for Bad Omens tonight!”

Shit, I totally forgot. I sighed deeply, catching stares from some of the parents visiting their babies. I hated texting Tyler about anything because he acted like everything was fine but sadly, I had to play the part too.   “Hey I totally spaced and forgot I’m going to a concert with Danielle tonight. My dad is going come over to help with Liam’s dinner and bedtime until you get home.” “Okay :) See you when you get home!” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck. My shift was over so I handed off report to the nurses coming on shift and headed towards my car. I lifted my mask off as the fresh air hit my face, waking me up a little bit. I took my phone out of my scrub pocket and texted Danielle back. “I can’t wait…I need a girls night.” “Come to the venue at 5 so we can have some drinks and sneak front row.” Danielle worked at the venue where Bad Omens would be playing, which worked in our favour. She always got us free tickets to every event and snuck us in early to get a good spot.  I discovered Bad Omens around the same time I met Tyler. I heard Careful What You Wish For on the radio and I was hooked. During the pandemic, I found myself watching all of Noah’s twitch streams every single day. It was his way of staying connected to the fans and to fill the void of uncertainty of this virus. Something about his voice was so soothing, seriously, he could do audiobooks or podcasts if this singing thing doesn’t work out. When I got home, Tyler was on his phone typing away, probably to whatever her name was. Marissa? Miranda? I don’t know or fucking care enough to remember. He got up from the table and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and lied about having a cold sore forming. He went to make me coffee and I suddenly felt nauseous. Every time he tried to do something nice for me my blood would boil. He wasn’t doing this because he loved me, he did it to keep his image. I took the coffee from him and turned away from his sad attempt to kiss me again. “You never want any affection from me anymore, what is going on?” Oh if only you knew. “Tyler, I spend all fucking night with babies on me and being overstimulated by people. I just want an hour where I’m not touched or talked to.” “Right.” “Sorry.” I lied, rolling my eyes. I started to walk towards the stairs so I could go up and shower but he stopped me dead in my tracks. “You know tonight will be the third time you’ve gone out with your friends this month.” He shot me at me. That was the one thing I fucking loathed about him. He was really, really good at being a dick about absolutely anything. I never bothered replying to him, I just headed to my master bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt so good as I washed off last nights shift, which was a mixture of formula and spit up. After my shower I took my coffee into my bedroom and settled on a rerun of Friends while I waited for Liam to wake up. I heard Tyler leave and I felt like I could breathe properly. 

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. Liam and I were having a nap on the couch after we had lunch. It started to rain earlier so it ruined our plans to go to the park, instead we settled on Disney movies and snuggles. His nap time was the only time I got to sleep during the day unfortunately unless he was at daycare. I slipped out of his grip to go answer the door, it was my Dad. He greeted me with a hug and we walked into the kitchen. I threw on some coffee for us as a yawn escaped my mouth. “Thanks again for staying here until Tyler gets home.” “Anything for you pumpkin.” He replies as he grabs the creamer out of the fridge for us. “Is everything okay? You seem a little down lately.” “Uh…yeah there is something.” I said before taking a deep breath. “Tyler’s been having an affair. I haven’t told him I know, I’ve been getting everything in order with my lawyer before I serve him the papers.” “When did you find out?” “A month ago.” I laughed. I don’t know why I was laughing, but somedays this situation felt comical to me. “I’ve only told Danielle because her mom is a lawyer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was afraid you would’ve shown up here with a shot gun.” I chuckled before taking a sip of my coffee. He half smiled but I could tell he was really upset. “Dad I’m fine. I’m going to figure this out.” “I know. Just talk to me sooner next time okay? Now that your mom is gone you and Liam are all I have.” “I miss her so much.” I said as I felt that all too familiar lump in my throat anytime I thought about my mom. We sadly lost her to Covid after she came home from a girls trip in Mexico, right around the time the pandemic hit so we didn’t know the severity of it. It hit her so fast, causing her to go into cardiac arrest and passing hours later. I had days where guilt hit me hard since she was admitted to the hospital I worked at. I wasn’t allowed to care for her cause looking after family is considered a conflict of interest. It’s been so difficult without her, but it has made my bond with my Dad a lot stronger. We talked and finished our coffees before Liam ran into the kitchen after his nap. He was only fifteen months old and could already outrun us all. I picked him up and showered him with kisses before I headed upstairs to get ready for tonight. I opened a raspberry White Claw as I put Taylor Swift’s Reputation album on shuffle, it was my favourite album by her and it was my go to while I got ready. I settled on a pair of faux leather leggings, a low-cut bodysuit to show off my sternum tattoo, and black Doc Martens. I was still learning to love my postpartum body but I had to admit, the new hourglass shape I had was starting to grow on me. 

My phone buzzed that my Uber was outside and it caused my heart to flutter. Something about the idea of finally seeing these boys in real life was making me nervous, and I had no idea why. I never put them on a pedestal or thought they were gods but it’s gonna be surreal after only seeing them behind a screen. I said goodbye to my dad and Liam before heading out the door. I was so happy it was almost May, the weather was mild enough that I didn’t need a jacket anymore. “There she is!” I smiled as I walked up to Danielle who was with our other two friends, Amy and Taylor. They complimented my look and it gave me the confidence boost I desperately needed. Danielle walked up to the bar when we got in and got us a round of double gin and tonics which was just what I needed. My nerves were getting the best of me and I really needed to loosen up a little bit. After a few more drinks we headed to the barricade and waited for the concert to start. 

“So El, are you excited to see Noah?” I furrowed my brow and looked at Taylor, “Uhh…I’m excited to see the whole band.” “Obviously, but you’re obsessed with Noah. You’ve been practically drooling over him since he was streaming.” “I have not.” At this point I was blushing so hard and I couldn’t blame it on the drinks we had. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. His long hair would make me fold every time I saw him and don’t get me started on the buns he used to do where strands of his hair would perfectly fall around his face…or when he used claw clips or… Make them Suffer came onto the stage and interrupted my thoughts that were going south. The girls and I thrashed around to their setlist and right after that A Thousand Below came on followed by Dayseeker. I cried a little bit during Without me then went back to dancing and even caught a guitar pick. I was feeling better than I have in months, I felt so carefree, happy and not thinking about what my home life was like. I wish I could feel like this every night.

The lights went dark and I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as Folio walked towards his drum set and started to play to the beat of Concrete Jungle. I had tried my best to stay off TikTok to avoid spoilers but I knew Noah came out next before the rest of the band. Before I could process what was going on, he was right in front of me. He stood there all dressed in black, his leathered hand wrapped about the mic stand and he started to sing. Holy fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the entire show. He was captivating as he had the crowd in the palm of his hands. His voice sounded better than I could’ve imagined, he had the voice of an angel and the screams of a demon. I don’t know if I was being delusional, but I’m sure we made eye contact a few times. He sat down at the edge of the stage and serenaded the crowd with who are you? and he was right in front of us. He was so close I could see clusters of freckles on his shoulders peeking through his tattoos. When our eyes connected again I waved at him to embarrass him and it totally worked cause he fumbled his next line. He got up and walked towards the other side of the stage, not before turning back around to look at me again…he was completely flustered. “What was that?” Danielle screamed at me as the girls just stood there in disbelief. I just shrugged at them before putting my attention back on the band. The show came to an end, not before Noah and I stole more glances at each other. I tried to gain my composure, but I couldn’t. I cannot believe I just flirted with Noah Sebastian. Also the show? Fucking best concert I’ve ever been to, so good that my throat was hoarse and I’m pretty sure my toes were bleeding. “Hey guys before we go, I just need to go to my office to grab my purse. I can’t stress this enough though, no looking for the band okay?” As much as I wanted to find Noah, we nodded our heads in agreement before heading back there. I was not about to get my best friend fired from her dream job cause I wanted to flirt with some boy in a band. I really needed to pee though after holding it for almost three hours so I went on a mission to find a bathroom. I circled for a few minutes before finding a women’s bathroom. As I walked in the toilet flushed and the stall door opened. It was Noah. He put his hands up in protest as he flushed pink, “I promise I’m not a woman.” I forced an awkward laugh as I looked him up and down. He already looked like he showered and changed. The scent of his cologne lingered over to me and I could feel my face burning. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands so I took the opportunity to admire his tall stature. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey Chief hoodie and white Nikes. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tattoos were exposed. My face was getting hotter the longer I watched him…I felt like a victorian man seeing a women’s ankles for the first time.

Also…Chief? One of my favourite bands? What are doing to me Noah? “Nice hoodie.” Noah smiled at the ground before looking back up to me. His eyes were so dark you could hardly see his pupils. They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in…and I definitely was. “Sorry I’ll give you some privacy.” He said gesturing towards the bathroom stall. I smiled at him as he walked past me towards the door. Noah stopped as he opened the door to turn back to me, “oh by the way, thanks for making me fuck up tonight.” “I did no such thing!” I audibly gasped. Noah shut the door and walked back over to me, “you definitely did.” “I was testing a theory that you were eye fucking me through the whole show.” I said as I crossed my arms, trying to make myself look taller but I was failing miserably. “Well, how was my eye fucking?” He replied with a deeper tone to his voice. He crossed his arms as well and got closer to me, close enough that he towered over my 5 foot frame with no problem. I was completely lost for words on account that my bladder was about to burst. “I have to pee.” “Ok fine, I’ll go.” He said, looking down at me as he grinned like a devil, “this isn’t over.”

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I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you

Pairing :John "Soap" Mactavish x Chloe Valentine (OC belongs to @chloekistune )

Words count: 942

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Tag:@chloekistune @alypink @onehornedbeast @corvosattano @cassietrn @thewanderer-000

Notes:Before letting you read the mini shot , I first wanted to thank @chloekistune for being such a special friend who allowed me to write this little story in which Johnny and Chloe meet for the first time💕. I hope you like how I imagined their first meeting, having said that I'll leave you to read.

London, April 23 10:00 am

"I'll never get this damn tattoo design to him" Chloe sighed, maniacally tapping the tip of her pencil on her own cheek.

Yet another unsuccessful attempt to experiment with a new style for one of her clients, a well-known tattoo artist in town who urgently needed her help. Apparently the person in question had asked for a design that did not match her style at all.

Matt had pleaded with her "he is a very important person, I can give you even half of the payment that he will give me."

And she had another 24 hours to complete the task, she would never make it. It was impossible for her.

If Eden had heard her, she would have gotten a hefty earful.

But Eden was not there so, she was busy with her work so she would have called Matt and told him that she was not in the right mood(actually according to her reasoning she was not suited) and to hell with the money. She couldn't lose her mind.

Absolutely not, she could not go like this and have a paper in front of her without even a pencil line.

"It will be simple" she mumbled in her head full of tangled thoughts, like the webs of some spider, one of her greatest fears.

*Drin*

The ringing of the bell at the entrance of that bar foreshadowed the arrival of two boys: both fit, one wearing the typical cap that could be seen on the head of some passionate soccer fans, with a beaming, perfect smile. The typical golden retriever boy.

The other...well the other somehow had impressed her. She of all people who had never been love at first sight found herself looking into those eyes of that intense blue, imagining running her fingers gently along his mohawk

"No Chloe what are you going to think" she mumbled, later calling herself stupid several times. How could a stranger have struck her like that?

A handsome stranger actually.

Focusing on the drawing was definitely the best solution, she would try for the last time. One time only.

"I swear if he dares to tell me what to do again I'll punch that other eye too."

"Johnny you should forget about it, Price told you that too. You know what Colonel Harrison is like."

"Johnny...that's his name" Chloe curiously tilted her head.

The wrongest move in the world.

He was looking in her direction, it was over. How embarrassing.And he was also getting closer.

"Are you by any chance an artist?" Johnny's eyes lit up, almost like a child with his favorite toy. The other man was incredulous, moments before he was talking about wanting to beat up their colonel while now he had softened.

Chloe moved her head shyly "yes, in theory."

In theory? She wanted to give herself a boot to the head, she was making a fool of herself for a man.

"Can I see your album if you don't mind? I've had a bad day and I could use something to distract me."

She could have answered no, told him she and used the defensive. Instead, she found herself helplessly showing "Johnny" her sketchbook, each page with a drawing, a commission, or simply an emotion.

"They are very beautiful you know?"

"Pff, there are much better artists" the purple-haired girl glossed over with a dismissive hand motion. Her being her first enemy had made compliments for her like allergies.

"What if I told you I would like maybe a portrait?" He approached, with that easygoing, bastard smile. The scarlet color of Chloe's cheeks reached its peak.

"My name is Johnny anyway Chloe" he anticipated her answer as to how he knew her name, pointing to that "Chloe Valentine" on the drawing paper.

From a distance his friend was looking at him laughing but his friend was right, more because if it had been anyone else surely Chloe would have found that trashy, cringe-worthy boarding tactic.

"Okay if you really want to" having confirmation Johnny wrote his number on a napkin.

"This is my number bonnie, maybe I can show you my doodles too. In the end it's not all guns and bullets" looking at her he flashed perhaps the smile that made Chloe's heart beat as loudly as a battery. She did not initially understand the meaning of the last sentence until she saw the dog tag: a military man.

"I would be very glad Johnny."

It was really sad to see him get up, but since she had his number she would definitely call him. She wanted to know everything about him, after so long she felt she strangely wanted to open her heart again.

"And I suggest you bring lots of papers, this guy uses up a lot of them" Johnny's friend also approached the two, patting him on the back, making him snort. He seemed very easygoing and funny.

"Stop it Gaz, you should get on track too."

Had he really said on track?

"But I'm already there, I'll wait for you outside. Nice to meet you Chloe" Gaz greeted the young woman artist who responded by lightly waving her hand. Alone again.

"Don't listen to him, Gaz is very stupid" the brown haired man scratched his head embarrassed, he was really cute.

"Oh well that wasn't annoying. He is very nice" she smiled with her eyes closed.

"So..."

"...I'll see you, I'll send you my number" she finished the sentence for him who nodded, before walking away. He left a final smile, exiting the bar. Chloe looked at that number written on the napkin chewing her lips and nervously moving her leg: a first date she had not planned. Inspiration had returned to her, though. That meeting had definitely changed her day for the better.

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Chapter 2 of These Are Not Our Masks!

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Donnie and Mikey land on top of the skate ramp of their lair with a thump. Donnie wants to think about the logic of Leo sending them to this area of all places but the reality of the situation sinks in.

Half of them are missing.

The Foot probably have Raph and Leo.

He drops the pieces of his tech bō and hits his fist on the ground.

“All I needed was time! I might have been able to get us all out!”

Mikey grips his shoulder.

“Donnie! We have to get dad and April! Now! We have to go help them!”

Donnie takes a quick breath then nods and slides down the ramp with him. They both run as fast as possible to where their father is sleeping on his recliner.

Mikey tearfully shakes him.

“Dad! They took them!”

Splinter snorts awake, only opening one eye before closing it again.

“Learn to share boys, don’t take each other’s things….”

Donnie stands in front of him, tense hands at his sides in fists.

“Raph and Leo are gone!”

Splinter jumps out of his seat.

“What!? Where!? How!?”

Mikey starts rambling so fast that neither of them can understand them.

Donnie places his hand over his mouth.

“Raph was possessed by a mask and The Foot showed up! Leo got us to safety but they probably took the both of them!”

Mikey moves the hand, holding it close.

“We need to get them back!”

Splinter’s mind races a mile a minute.

“Let April know, we’re going to need her help.”

Donnie quickly texts an SOS message for her to meet them at the lair. He’s not sure how calling her would go.

She might start trying to find them by herself and he can’t let her get taken too.

“Done. I’m grabbing some things from my lab in the meantime.”

Mikey squeezes his hand again.

“Can I come with you too?”

Donnie glances at Splinter who he swears is greying more than ever at the moment despite it not being scientifically possible to happen so fast.

“Stay here with father. I won’t take long.

Mikey slowly let’s go of his hand hugs Splinter tightly instead.

Splinter hugs back just as tight.

Donnie leaves the two to head towards his lab.

Once he gets there, he stares at the hologram framed photos he keeps on the wall.

He remembers why they’re there.

Before he had gotten better at keeping his lab on lockdown, Raph went inside to look for a weight Donnie had borrowed to use for an invention.

That’s how Donnie walked in on Raph absolutely bawling his eyes out over a photo of him kept in a desk drawer.

That’s also how he came across both Mikey and Leo during the next couple of days after that pretending they weren’t looking for photos of themselves as well.

The obvious decision was having photos of all of them that could switch out daily so that no one would feel he was picking favorites.

Purely logical, it’s not like his mysterious bad boy self cared about the emotions behind it.

He also definitely never checked the footage from the security camera in the lab to see his brothers come look at the photos.

His finger gingerly touches the photo of Raph and Leo play wrestling.

It was a far cry from the fight that happened earlier.

“It figures that it was the two of you that were taken…..I’m going to get you back as quickly as possible and never let you forget I did. How dare you force me to take over responsibility this way?”

“Dude, you’re totally like just talking to yourself right now.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. comments as he flies over.

“You’re acting like that’s a rare occurrence. I need you to gather up as much as my tech as you can and power up the tracker monitor.”

“Oh no, are our bros missing?”

Donnie sighs.

“Yes. Raph and Leo. Most likely kidnapped.”

“I’ll get right on it. Leo was supposed to sneak me out to play basketball, he needs to come back.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. goes to do as he’s been asked.

Donnie knows he should be mad that Leo was going to go behind his shell but honestly he finds it nice that his brothers treat S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. like a nephew in a similar way that he treats him like a son.

He sighs.

It’s annoying to be so easily swayed by how much he loves his brothers sometimes.

Of course it was never too often because he will shove someone into a wall for a pizza slice if need be but it still happens.

Eventually, his robotic son comes back with the battle shell containing all his weaponry and a bag filled with smaller items he’s been tinkering with.

He’s never, ever going to admit that they’re new gifts he made because he felt guilty about the original ones.

Donnie also gets handed the tracker tablet and quickly sets it up.

“Both of them are in Foot headquarters. Problematic, but at least it’s a location we’re already aware of. Help me take everything to father and Mikey.”

The two of them begin making their way back.

Donnie pauses when he sees the symbols representing Raph and Leo blink away. He panics, knowing that the trackers are under their skin so the only way they could be removed would be painful.

Panic fades into confusion when they appear again in a different location.

The lair.

Did they manage to get away?

He hears screaming coming from where he left Mikey and Splinter.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Donnie heavily pick up the pace to their destination.

They get there just in time to see Raph and Leo attacking their brother and father.

Donnie fills with fear as he sees that Leo is sporting a mask now too, bringing along two katanas instead of his usual, singular odachi.

These katanas have an unnatural green glow radiating off them and seem freshly sharpened.

Leo himself has all his muscles tensed up as if he’s been extremely deliberate with every movement he’s choosing. It’s a far cry from the typical, more loose and relaxed stance he had before that always gave the false impression of him being unprepared.

“Mikey! Mikey! Want to hear a joke? Come on, you want to! I know you do!” He says in almost a frenzy.

Mikey dodges several jabs from the katanas.

“Leo, you can tell one after you tell me what happened!”

“It’s the best joke you’ll ever hear! Let me tell it! Mikey!”

“Leo! Stop!”

Donnie feels an odd sense of familiarity wash over him as he realize he knows exactly what his brother is doing.

One of Leo’s most obviously qualities is how much he talks. He likes hearing the sound of his own voice. In the past, his distracting Splinter is what allowed them to take snacks from the kitchen without alerting their father.

Now this skill is being used against family again in a much more directly harmful way.

“Watch out! He just the distraction!” Donnie warns too late.

His little brother gets pummeled into the ground by Raph who was just waiting for an opportunity. He lifts him up with just one hand and slams him against the floor hard enough to leave a crack on it.

“Mikey!” Donnie and Splinter shout in unison.

He quickly retracts into his shell to avoid more damage being done.

Donnie reaches into the bag and tosses small, colorful balls at Raph explodes powder all across his face.

It hurts him to do this.

Not because he’s hitting his brother, they do that all the time during pranks and teasing like most brothers do.

It’s because he made these for battle purposes. It’s because he made these with Mikey in mind. It’s because they were all supposed to be able to use them together, not against each other in this way.

Raph growls and hisses as he tries to get the powder out of his eyes. He has difficulty because of the mask around them.

Splinter pulls Mikey shell to safety. It’s pressed close against his chest. He can’t believe this is happening.

Maybe if he had just trained them properly earlier in their lives this wouldn’t have happened. If he just prepared them, remembered what his grandpa tried so hard to teach him, they would know the dangers he placed in the back of his mind.

“Orange! Are you okay!?”

Mikey pokes his head out.

“I am! We need to worry about them!”

Splinter sighs in relief and hands him to Donnie.

“Take care of your brother. I will handle Blue and Red.”

Donnie holds onto Mikey tightly.

“Father, be careful.”

Splinter gently pats his arm and takes a step towards his other sons.

Leo cocks his head, carefully watching him approach. His limbs are twitchy. He taps his katana tips on the ground.

It’s unsure if it’s because he’s ready to strike or he’s still trying to be a distraction.

Raph finally recovers from the powder and opens his eyes. They’re red and teary, but the pupils are slit like an animal ready to strike.

Splinter holds steady.

He’s raised them since the moment they gained consciousness. Despite the moments where getting up was too much to bare, he knew his boys well. He had to in order to help them with their more animalistic tendencies.

Splinter starts reaching his hand out.

Raph opens up his jaw wide, baring his teeth. His snaggle tooth is the most prominent one.

“Red. My sweet boy. I know you are stressed, and you may be scared. Your father is here. I know you don’t wish to hurt me. You just don’t want to be hurt yourself. Please, let me protect you.” Splinter keeps reaching out.

Raph hisses and raises his arm up in warning. Leo bounces from foot to foot in anticipation at the fight to come.

Splinter place his hand over Raph’s and presses their foreheads together.

“I love you.”

Raph’s jaw slowly closes.

He starts whining loudly in a sad way.

“I….I….hurt Mikey. I was gonna hurt you.”

“Shh shh, Orange is fine and you didn’t hurt me. You listened to me. I’m so proud of you.”

Raph smiles softly.

Splinter smiles back.

Leo kicks Splinter in the side, sending him to the floor.

“Dumb and boring! You made me stand too long! Atlas, you know you’re only good for being a beast, Baron Draxum’s attack dog. You can’t kill one measly rat!?”

Raph roars at him.

Leo slams the hilt of his katana into Raph’s skull.

Raph tackles him.

They begin wrestling around.

Leo had always been the one Raph chose to play wrestle with. Raph always gave not so believable excuses for it but Donnie and Mikey knew the real reason.

He was afraid of hurting them.

Leo was different. He took prank hits like a champ. He was the last one after Raph to ever have to go to their dad crying about a a real injury.

He of course would be dramatic about things that weren’t really anything, but not ever actual injuries. Those were hidden behind his smile and a wave of his hand.

This wrestling is vicious.

They trade blows back and forth without a trace of hesitation. Leo’s face remains unbruised because his mask covers basically all of it, but his body is being bruised up.

Raph’s mask is another story so Leo punches and scratches with no remorse. It’s actually the opposite, like he’s enjoying it.

Mikey pops the rest of his limbs out and pushes himself away from Donnie’s grasp. He rushes towards his brothers.

“Mikey! No!” Donnie reaches out, but he’s too fast.

Mikey somehow manages to pull them both apart and away from each other. He has to hold Raph back from going after Leo again.

Leo slides back and hunches forward to go after the two of them.

“Blue! Stop! Those are your brothers!” Splinter shouts.

“They can take a hit! Maybe that’s why I should go a little further.” Leo cackles as he raises one of the katanas.

Raph starts getting harder for Mikey to hold back. Splinter visibly wracks his brain for a way to get through to him before things get bad again.

The click and hiss of Donnie releasing his battle shell causes everyone to look his way. Leo’s body language shows that he’s surprised by this move.

“You want us vulnerable? I’m the most vulnerable you can get and you know it.” Donnie starts walking forward.

Leo doesn’t move at first, but takes a step back when Donnie gets close.

“What’s wrong? Come on, you’ve got all the chance in the world right now Leo. I’m right here.” Donnie gets even closer.

Leo grips his katanas tightly.

“I’ll stab you straight through.”

Donnie turns his shell to him, hoping he doesn’t notice how badly his arms shake as he holds them out.

“Take your shot then! Or….ugh….a….stab at it? I can’t believe I just said that….”

Leo freezes.

Donnie glances back at him, waiting with baited breath for something to happen. Everyone else is in a similar state.

Leo’s shoulders start jerking a bit. The others worry it’s not working and that Donnie is about to be turned into a turtlekabob.

Then, Leo finally starts doubling over in laughter.

“A stab at it! That is so good!”

Donnie finally sighs in relief. That was a huge gamble. He’s proud that he was right about what Leo could never resist.

“Welcome back, my son. Let’s work on getting those masks off you both.” Splinter smiles.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Draxum’s voice booms from behind them all.

Things are still clearly far from over.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 12

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“Husk...Husk...HENRY!!!”

Husk snaps his eyes open with a gasp, finding himself standing in front of the small white house by the edge of the cliff. The waves crashing are the only sounds he can hear at the moment. He holds his head with a small groan and realizes that he can feel his own skin and hair. He glances down to find his own dark skin covered by white splotches coming up to his arms. He finds himself with his beer belly under his bright red and white checkered shirt. His brown belt tightens a hold on his black slacks, which surprises him that he’s wearing bright colors. He looks up and sees the small white house.

Somehow, he remembers this house from a long time ago. He makes his way up to the house out of curiosity. He hears wind chimes ringing on the porch, dancing in the gentle breeze. He opens the door and finds the calm colors of green paint along the walls, clothed with porcelain decorations of blue flowers covering them. Next to him, there’s a wooden hanger with three hooks to hang the jackets, sweaters, and beanies.

Husk realizes he’s wearing the polished brown slip-ons and takes his shoes off. He blinks in surprise to find his feet covered by black socks. As he walks across the wooden floor, he hears someone humming softly. He enters through the small kitchen with clean black and white checkered floors and emerald countertops. He enters the dining room, finding an opened puzzle box on the polished wooden table. His eyes move to find scattered pieces of puzzles piled up by a dark-skinned wrinkle hand of a woman in a purple dress and purple hat that has a feather sticking up.

“Well, hello, stranger,” the woman responds with a smile.

“Mom?” Husk utters in recognition. “W-Where am I--?”

“You’re home now, Henry,” she replies while taking the edges out of the stack of puzzles. “Won’t you sit down and help me with this?”

Husk sits down with a brow raised in his human form. “I haven’t seen you in years.”

“I know. First time in a long while, has it?” she responds with a warm smile. “It’s nice to do this again.”

“A-Again?” Husk questions. Sudden flashes of his mother leaving the house while his drunk father throws a glass of whiskey enters his mind. He grabs his head with clenched teeth.

His mother watched him get beat up and yelled by his father. He can’t remembered why he’s yelling at Husk as a child, but the screams are worse than he realize. But his mother did nothing to stop and defend him. It was then, he watched his mother left him with his abusive father. She hadn’t returned to him since.

Husk slams his hands on the table, standing straight up with his eyes narrow at her. “Bullshit! You’ve abandoned me with that asshole! We’ve never done anything like putting the damn puzzles together! You were gone! You’ve been out of my life! Why the fuck are you in my head?!”

He watches her go silent. She hasn’t flinched from her seat when he slammed his hands on the table or yelled at her. She watches him with a blank stare. He can’t tell if she is filled with guilt and regret or confusion.

She frowns and looks down at the puzzle pieces, continuing to take out the edge pieces. “You were left in pieces, haven’t you?”

Husk blinks in surprise at her question.

“It’s no wonder you became a cat--bird--thing in Hell. Heh, I know cats used to be your favorite animals before I left. You want one, but your father would’ve killed the poor thing without knowing it. You used to be the newspaper boy, riding on your little bicycle and throwing newspaper at the neighbors’ doors. You start working in casinos, which helps grow your love of magic and gambling. You’ve looked at the bottom of the bottle every day, wondering why you’re still alive. You’ve died of a heart attack once you reach seventy-five, never seeing the Light. You became an overlord at one point, but someone has your soul on a leash. Now, you’re in a loving relationship with your boyfriend.”

He tilts his head in confusion.

“I remembered every detail of you.”

He starts to tear up and wipes his tears away. “This is not real.”

“Maybe not. But the visions you’ve been having are,” she says while pulling out edge pieces.

In one of the edge pieces, Husk can see Stolas standing in front of his daughter, Octavia, with a protective arm in front of her to protect her from the shadow with a bloody knife. There are tears running down his face while Octavia appears horrified at what’s ahead of them.

In the other edge piece, Husk can see Charlie watching something in horror, black tentacles with green outlines surrounding and stopping her so that she wouldn’t dare spring into action.

Shining on the other edge piece, there’s Morrigan attempting to rip Fizz’s robotic limbs off one by one by the gang members. Fizz’s face contorts of anguish and pain.

Husk blinks to find another edge piece, noticing Moxxie and Blitz fighting against Striker and Crimson, bloodied and bruised.

Alastor and Vox are fighting each other in another edge piece of the puzzle.

Val holds Angel hostage, the pink and purple chains are firmer and tighter around Angel’s neck. They are sitting at the other side of the poker table with Val smirking and Angel appearing to be scared.

“Your visions are like puzzles,” his mother interrupts his thoughts, gaining his attention. “You’ll see fragments of what will or will not happen. It all depends on what path you and your friends will choose.”

Husk sees another edge piece of Rosie, except it appears to be Rosie barely taking off her mask, purple silk dress and blonde hair flowing to the side. A gasp escapes his lips, almost in terror.

“If you keep seeing the same thing, then it will happen whether you choose a path to avoid it or not,” she replies, finally done finding all the edge pieces. She puts them together, almost like he’s still seeing fragments of memories.

“How do we stop them?”

“Stop who?”

“The Vees! Morrigan and Orais! They’re going to destroy the realms and kill us all! They’re going to darken the Light and it’s only a matter of time before any of us can stop it. How do we stop it?”

She frowns and leans back against her seat. “You can’t if the pieces don’t fit together.”

“The pieces? Forget the damn pieces! Why can’t these visions tell me directly what’s going on instead of making up these puzzle-pieces bullshit?!”

“If things were given to you straight-forward, then you’re not really forging your own path to redemption, are you?”

Husk blinks in surprise. “What are you saying?”

“If things are given to you for the next steps, you wouldn’t be making choices. Your visions aren’t supposed to your guides. Your visions are supposed to show you the futures that you and your friends might have. Your visions are supposed to warn the others of danger. But you can’t stop futures, son. You can only watch them approach you,” she responds softly.

Husk sighs, looking at the edge pieces forming a circle. He tilts his head in confusion.

She hears the wind picking up the speed from outside, the light flickering above them.

“It’s time to go, Husk,” she responds with a sigh.

He glances at her. “What’s happening?”

“The future.”

He watches the house ripped apart, breaking all the porcelain dishes and tearing up the new paint. He turns to find the black hole in the red skies, sucking everything. He feels himself being pulled as he grabs onto the wooden pole planted on the ground. He looks up to find his mother having her skin and flesh torn off of her bones in a quick matter and flying up to the black hole. He closes his eyes, holding on a while longer.

“Husk...Husk...baby, can you hear me? HUSK!”

He starts to scream while his vision of the vortex seems to suck everything off of the earth. But it’s not the only thing that’s seen.

Tornadoes tearing through the forests, lifting up the dirt and trees up in the air.

Tsunamis crashing through the cities and flooding them, knocking down skyscrapers.

Earthquakes that creates large cracks that leads that lets the victims of it to fall into the lava.

Sinkholes sucking the earth into an eternal hole.

Volcanoes sending fireballs and lava oozing out from the top, coming down to the island cities.

“Husk! Husk! Wake up, it’s just a dream! Wake up!”

~.~

Husk snaps his eyes open with a scream, sweating around his furry face. He blinks to find Angel by his side.

“You okay, Husky?” Angel asks, watching his boyfriend breathing in and out heavily.

Husk looks around to find the others gather around him to make sure he’s okay. He looks down to find himself being furry again with only red swim trunks on.

He leans his head against Angel’s arms, placing his paw on his chest. However, Angel’s hand rubs his hand over Husk’s hand over his chest.

“It’s okay. It’s just a dream,” Angel reassures Husk.

Husk shakes his head. “No. No. No. This isn’t a dream. This--this is all real. We’re fucked!”

“Uh...is he okay?” Blitz questions with a brow arched.

Stolas hears the rustling of the leaves outside and senses something is off, walking away to look outside.

Husk shakes his head. “Our worlds are getting torn apart. Hell! Earth! Heaven! They’re all getting torn apart. There is this black hole that sucks everything up in some fucking sky. Many people are going to die! There’s going to be no one left alive! We have to do something!”

“He’s right,” Charlie determines. “We need to head back down to Hell and take down Morrigan and Orais along with the Vees.”

“Oh, the Vees will be easy to deal with,” Alastor responds with a wave of a hand. “I know just how to kill off Vox’s signal.”

“No, Alastor, you don’t want to fight Vox,” Husk begs.

“Oh dear Husk, you shouldn’t be worried---”

“You’re going to fucking die if you try to fight off Vox right now!”

Alastor growls, his antlers growing to the sides of his head. “Are you saying that I’m weak?”

“No! I’m trying to say that he’s going to kill you! They’re all going to kill you!” Husk screams in panic, his arms trembling.

“Husky--”

“We can’t stay here! We-We have to do something!”

“Baby. Baby, come here.” Angel picks Husk up like a cat and hugs him from behind. “It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll figure something out.”

“No, it’s not okay,” Husk replies, shrugs off his boyfriend’s hold. “Nothing is going to be okay!”

“Husk, you’re freaking us out,” Fizz responds in fear.

Stolas looks out of the window and widens his eyes at the foreign sight. He blinks his red eyes, his white pupils shrinking in fear. “W-What is that?”

The others look to see the tornado tearing through the woods, moving towards their campsite.

Blitz notices it coming closer. “Oh, fuck! It’s coming towards us!”

Alastor slams his staff down from within the cabin, using the black liquid shield to cover the entire campsite and protect them from the incoming tornado.

Husk starts to breathe heavily. “It’s happening...It’s happening!”

“W-What’s happening?” Bella whispers to Charlie and Vaggie.

Both of the women don’t have an answer for her daughter.

Unbeknownst to them all, there are only five more tornadoes roaming around the forest they are in, tearing through the trees and setting the forest on fire, sucking up the fire.

~.~

The dark swirling clouds reign over in Hell, creating a vortex to send the black birds down to their as the music begins creepily with the choir singing in the background.

“Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Morrigan steps out towards the city with her staff and sings lowly while the choir sings in the background.

“Since I have the powers of the seven rings,

All throughout Heaven, Hell, and Earth.”

Morrigan sings with the choir in unison as she sends out the bugs towards the Pentagram City, letting them spread throughout the Pride Ring.

“I send the plagues and the pests!

Into your rooms!”

The citizens are getting torn apart by the wild raptors limb by limb and eating them alive.

“Into your beds!”

The couple sleeping together in the Lust Ring feels the bugs crawling on their naked bodies, which is now common in the Lust Ring.

“Into your clubs!”

The clubs are now on fire, with people having boiling skins running out and screaming in pain as if they’re on eternal fire.

“Into your streets!”

The streets of the Greed Ring are filled with rats, biting and eating the demons and sinners alike alive.

“Into your food!”

On Earth, the food the people are eating in Los Angeles on Earth has grown rotten and filled with mold, letting bugs crawl out of it.

“Into your drinks!”

On Earth, the rats flood into the coffee shops and restaurants, getting into the humans’ drinks and trying to eat their flesh as the humans run out of the streets.

“Upon your skin!”

On Earth, the girls’ skin starts to boil and rot under the heat of the sun, causing them to scream in pure pain and agony.

“Upon your organs!”

Back to Hell, one of the buff demon’s chest burst out, his beating heart obtained by the rat crawling inside of him and taking his organs.

“Upon your hair until you grow bald!”

In a different and smaller city on Earth, every human has their hair falling out with bugs nesting on their scalps.

“In your dreams, in your waking hours!”

On Earth, the blonde little girl wakes up from her sleep with cockroaches all over her, screaming out for her parents to rescue her from her bedroom filled with cockroaches.

“Until you break, until you die!”

The music grows more the chaos unfolds both Hell and Earth. Morrigan and the choir sings boldly as everything is catching fire in both Hell and Earth, being observed by the Vees.

“I send chaos! I send disunity!

All to snuff out the Light!”

The music pauses as the gang back at the camp look at the city in the distance on fire.

Moxxie and Millie hold hands while Sir Pentious stands in front of Cherri, Nifty, and Emily to protect them.

Rosie gasps in shock at the sight in front of her while exchanging gazes with Alastor, who is still putting up the shield.

Eleanor and Sebastian hugs Nora close to them like Vaggie and Charlie are holding Bella close.

Stolas and Blitz stands in front of Loona and Octavia in a protective stance, as if they are ready to fight with whoever is causing this chaos.

Fizz breathes heavily in fear, trembling at the sight.

Angel looks at the skies turning red above them.

Everything is frozen around Husk as he starts to sing.

“Once I thought I am doing the right thing.

Once I thought the chance of

Breaking free from our chains

Can be so simple.”

He looks to see the vortex starting to form in the red skies, breathing heavily as he hears Morrigan and the choir singing in the background.

“I send the tornadoes from the skies!”

Husk’s vision is interrupted by a tornado lifting up the earth.

“I send an earthquake to shake your cities!”

Husk groans when he sees another vision of an earthquake happening at a different city, throwing his arms down and singing with pain in his voice.

“Now, more than ever, I want to be free from the curses!

Foreseeing the destruction of all living beings

Is the last power I wanted!”

Morrigan and the choir sings in the background from Hell as the hail rains into Pentagram City.

“I send the hails from the clouds!”

The hurricanes sweep through all over the world of Europe, Asia, North America, and South America while Morrigan and the choir sings in the background.

“I send the hurricanes sweeping through your nations!”

Charlie starts to cry from the camp as she sings with a heartbroken tone.

“If this happens to my home,

All this suffering and agony,

Oh, how it twists like a knife to my chest!

Now innocents and sinners suffered

Under their darkness and control!”

Morrigan overlooks the chaos going on throughout all of Hell with a sly grin. She raises her staff to summon the locusts and sings with the choir.

“I send the locusts in the wind.

Such as the realms have ever seen!”

On Earth, the locusts are tearing through crops of farmlands, leaving no food for the farmers to harvest. The blood rain starts to pour throughout all earth and Hell, boiling the people’s skins and covering them with blood.

Morrigan and the choir croons in unison.

“I send the blood rain of millions of lives,

Until there’s nothing left behind!

I send disorder, I send the scorch!

All to snuff out the Light!”

From Heaven’s Gates, Sera goes to St. Peter to check on him until she notices the creeping darkness going towards Heaven. She looks down to find Earth and Hell being in absolute chaos, tearing at the seams. She gasps in shock, realizing that the dark is coming to Heaven sooner than the Pure Angels thought.

Sera sings in her most worried tone.

“Oh, you who causes destruction,

Why must you do this?”

She watches the typhoons destroying the land of the Philipians and the bombs dropping at the Middle East, hearing Morrigan and the choir singing in the background.

“I send the typhoons! I send the bombs!”

Sera shakes her head and looks to St. Peter to sing to him.

“We must protect the Light now!”

Morrigan and the choir sings from Hell as she points her staff towards the light.

“All to snuff out the Light above!”

The angels stand in front of Heaven’s Gate with Sera, their weapons ready to fight the darkness. Lute stands by Sera’s side with more exterminator angels ready to fight the darkness.

Sera sings beautifully.

“We must protect the Light!”

The music pauses as Orais is overlooking every country, city, and continent in the Earth to see the destruction unfolding from his cauldron. He also overlooks all seven rings of Hell being overunned by chaos, tearing through and boiling the demons and sinners alike alive. Then he sings with passion and mockery of Lucifer, who’s sitting next to Ozzie and Bee.

“Now that we have the advantage!

Now that we have the upper hand!

How can you stop us, your Majesty?”

Morrigan and the choir sings in the background as the oceans on Earth boils and the thunders roar in the skies above the lands.

“I send the boiling water, I send the thunders!”

Orais corners a maniacal smile and towers over Lucifer, singing angrily.

“Let my heart be filled with glee!

For an hour of joy is amongst us!

It’s only the beginning!

I won’t stop until I destroy everything you love!”

Morrigan and the choir sings as every child and adult dies from the chaos left and right from all over the world.

“I send death, I send the powers of the sins!

All to snuff out the Light!”

Morrigan, Orais, and the choir sings together.

“We will--”

Sera sings, getting her weapons out to fight the darkness.

“We will--”

Charlie’s eyes turns red with white pupils, narrowing her brows in determination.

“I will--”

Husk looks up and starts to croon.

“I will--”

Morrigan, Orais, and the choir sings together again to finish their sentence.

“--snuff out the Light!”

Sera sings, harmonizing with Orais and Morrigan.

“--protect the Light!”

Charlie joins in with Sera, Morrigan, and Orais to sing her own intentions in unison.

“--fight for my home!”

Husk jumps in with Charlie, Sera, Morrigan, and Orais to sing in unison with them all for the final note.

“--break free from these chains!”

The song ends with a beat drop, leaving only Sera and the angels charging towards the darkness to fight against it. However, the darkness starts to creep up among the exterminator angels, including Lute, almost tearing her apart.

The dark overtakes the rest of the angels easily, storming through Heaven’s gates to get to the Light in the middle of Heaven. The angels are captured by the darkness, including Sera, being dragged away from Heaven’s Gates as they were kicking and screaming down towards Hell.

~.~

Blitz watches the lake boiling in front of them along with the forest fire. “Well, Husk is right. We’re pretty fucked.”

Vaggie notices everyone in the camp starting to whisper in panic and clears her throat. “Alright, listen, everyone! We’re not going to solve anything if we sit here and panic! So, we need a solid plan to get back into Hell and deal with those bitches once and for all.”

“Hell yeah!” Cherri cheers for Vaggie’s speech.

“Uh, question, do we have to go back now?” Stolas asks with uncertainty in his tone.

“We have to!” Fizz, the clown jester imp, answers. “Oz is down there and-and-and I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to him. He-He--I don’t want to--He means--” Fizz appears to be ready to break down crying.

Loona sees this and places her paw on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Mom might be down there too! We need to find her and rescue her too!” Octavia responds boldly. “Even if she’s a B-I-T-C-H.”

Stolas laughs nervously at Octavia’s spelling.

“Yeah, Bee is stuck down there too,” Loona responds.

“Wait a second, why are we planning on saving the realms?” Alastor questions the group.

“Because we’re the idiots that live in the realms, dumbass!” Blitz shouts at the radio demon.

“We’re going to need an army,” Rosie replies with her hands on her hips. “A big one! I know where to get ‘em.”

“I know where we can take shelter in Hell,” Vaggie adds, holding Charlie’s hands. “She might help us with the weapons.”

“It’d be good if we split into groups,” Stolas responds. “Charlie, Vaggie, Bella, Nora, Eleanor, and Sebastian can go find us the shelter we need when we arrive. Alastor, Nifty, Rosie, Husk, Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherri, and Emily can go get an army for us to use. Then the rest of us can go and find my Grimoire and maybe find Stella.”

Octavia smiles brightly, earning a frown from Loona.

Stolas opens the portal back to Hell. “Then I believe we got ourselves a plan.”

With that said, they all enter back to Hell. 

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #angel dust #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel #the vees

[literary-corvid]

I am a patchwork quilt of everyone I've ever loved

I’ve always been drawn to flowers. I could never remember why, even when I named myself after one. (My first ever friend was called Rosie. I was always envious - how full of life she seemed to be!)

I feel a faint sense of dread when I go to clasp a necklace. Only sometimes does my conscious mind drift to her, and it is only then that I wonder if she ever took hers off. I never consider that she was lying. If it wasn’t the glue around that clasp, it was something else that stayed like a noose around her neck.

I wear my watch on my right wrist. I am not left-handed, but the sister who put her watch on my hand when I was three was. It was blue and plastic and cheap but it became mine. She beamed at me: now I’ll always be able to tell you the time! I didn’t bother to learn how to read its analog face for the longest time. I had a reason to keep asking her that way.

I stumble on a word I haven’t memorized, or I teach a younger student how to pronounce that letter combination, and suddenly I am in primary, sitting on a white rug as my second sister gently sounds out the words in front of us. My parents beam at me that night as I say a new word right, and I proudly tell them how my sister taught me. It was all her, I would say. Look how Good I must be for her to love me.

A scar graces my left knee. It looks old and worn, like nothing, but sometimes I see her fingerprint there, as if the gloves she wore when mopping up my blood had vanished. She told me later, when she poured the disinfectant on two instead of three, that it would fade, that someday I would forget. I’m glad she was wrong. I sent her a message a few years ago, and never heard back. But I see her profile sometimes, and how she sees my stories. We grew apart. I’m trying to learn that that’s okay, but I still wonder if she ever misses me. I see her out of the corner of my eye when my knee throbs with a dull, faint pain. I miss her, but at least her fingerprint remains.

On my thirteenth birthday, and for many birthdays after, an alarm on my phone would go off, reminding me to go train dolphins with a sister. I deleted it years ago. I regret it every time it never rings.

I’ve always remembered when Earth Day is. My schools have always made a day of it. But now, on April 22nd, I think not of the earth, but of my twin flame. On that day, I give my thanks to the earth, for I was born of her, but I spend my life loving her. For a year, I was coaxed with sickly sweet words away from her; away from everyone. When I was back, there was no question of if she would welcome me, even through my guilt. She is the one who stayed by me, helped me up, loved me. Who keeps loving me, as I keep loving her.

I prick my finger as I sew, and each time I remember how she would chastise me, reminding me to wear a thimble. And each time, I smile and say I’m fine. I understand better, though, when she cuts herself on the tape dispenser and I carefully tear tape for her the rest of the year.

When I sew on the machine, though, I never feel quite sure of myself. It goes to fast, faster than I can think, with more strength than I am sure of. So when I inevitably fuck up, I smile, remembering her laugh as she pretends to groan at how long it will take to undo, thank god I know better than to start with a backstitch. I know that she is reminding me that it can be undone, no matter how tedious. Stitch by stitch, I fix what I’ve ruined.

I tell people I love them so easily. Anyone who changes my life, even in the smallest of ways, I cannot bear the thought of them not knowing. They say to live each day like it's your last, but they're wrong, it's not you that matters: live each day like it's their last. Loving in secret is a special torment when the guilt feels crushing. I never told him. I never can. I hope he knew, I’m sure he knew how much he was loved. Right? He knew? Tell me he knew. Please.

I go shopping, and absentmindedly look for the good apples - the ones that crunch, that tear sharply, that are just perfectly sweet or bitter. Sometimes I don’t realize until I get home and have apples I probably won’t eat. I offer them to my friends instead, because my partner is states away. They laugh when I send them the pictures, though, and tell me to eat one in their honor. I do.

There are some things I can’t see without itching to gift. Penguins and owls and squirrels and bird and those godforsaken minions and coffee and turtles and irises and this one shade of blue– I’ve left with glass hummingbirds in my pocket before realizing I have no one to give it to.

I’m not in tears over my homework, but I would be if I were alone. Instead, it hits 10:00pm - 22:00, just for them - and it’s done. It’s over and I can’t go back and they're asking for my three favorite candies and I’m thrown because I want to sob - with relief or stress, I’m not sure - but they say they’re going to get me some. Because they’re proud of me. Like it’s obvious. And when they learn I’ve never had any chocolate candy, they come back with a handful. I split the KitKat and hand them half and they watch me, some mix of delight and horror in their eyes, as they halve the Twix and Milky Way and York for us to share. I’m laughing at an irony they don’t see; it blends into every other joy here. So this is it, I think. This is what it’s like.

I keep thinking about the things I do and the parts of me that aren't as much me as they are them or us. I love carrying those people with me, mostly. There's things from friends who've died, and it hurts sometimes. I hope it stays with me, though - the grief, the pain. I don't want it to get easier because I don't want to forget them. I don't think I've actually dealt with anything that happened in the last six years, give or take? And it's all been hitting at once for the past year-ish. So, this is for the friends who are gone or lost to me, and to those who still let me love them.

I've had no less than three interactions that prompted me to actually post this within the last 24 hours, so thanks to @firefliesandfuckery and @judas-redeemed and @vanilla-cigarillos and everyone else for that!

#corvid waxes poetic #prose poem #prose #poetry #humanity <3 #on love #did i stay up until 3am writing this #thats for me to know and you to not find out #grief #tw blood

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 137

Chapter 137: "Conversion"

It may only happen twice but I shall never get tired of seeing Emma slap the hell outta Ray. He's so stunned on both occasions that he can't even think of getting mad.

He is so freakin' lost it's actually adorable. It takes a great amount of nonsense to confuse a full-scorer so congrats to the Seven Walls and Emma's reasoning for completely stumping my boy and leaving him speechless.

I know the manga is showing us the flashbacks for our sake, but with how the duo is sorta looking off to the side instead of at each other, it makes me wanna believe they can see the images too. Hey, the Seven Walls can do anything. It ain't too farfetched to think it could project their memories right in front of their eyes like little screens. It's been playing with their minds this whole time anyways.

Bro help she's so cute being this tiny and explaining something this advanced to him.

Emma outright declaring she's acting on impulse gives me serious nostalgia for ch17 and I love it so much. Trust her hunch Ray, it's been right before!

I'll be damned.. I actually remembered to bring up what I had mentioned back in April. Huzzah!

"..when the trio speculate what’s outside of Grace Field’s large walls and Ray mentions the possibility of a desert, it reminds me of his time in The Seven Walls. While there, he states he’s never actually seen a desert (and concludes one only shows up because he visualized a vast space and sand due to the riddle), but it was satisfying to remember that he at least did think of what they look like once upon a time (here in ch16). I dunno, it just feels better knowing that one appearing in T7W wasn’t totally done at random, I guess."

It's scary to think how easy it is to actually lose yourselves in the Seven Walls. Ray mentions last chapter that the longer they stayed trapped here, the more his senses became messed up and had difficulties recognizing the differences between dreams and reality. Safe to say that he'd be truly lost without Emma's guidance.

I'm sorry but my RE heart is howling at this entire chapter. It's not even due to the ohmygodtheyreholdinghands thing, it's because of how determined they are to work through this confusing place together and everything else I ramble on about below.

Ray knows her logic is insane yet he chooses to put his life in her hands once more and trusts her plans anyway despite not understanding it fully and damn it they both make me so soft.

The fact that Emma was able to make some reasonable sense of this chaotic space and advise Ray of her logic in a way he would understand so they can both advance further into the Seven Walls together is nothing short of amazing and no doubt one of my favorite moments for her. And for Ray. It's takes a lot of grit to follow such a reckless leader after all.

Them actually succeeding and my boy being completely baffled that he just becomes an incoherent mess (he's just like me fr fr.)

Ah, so this is the hole that I've been trapped in ever since I started the series because I have yet to escape it.

My lovely GP children look fabulous. Can't say I'm a fan of how Norman & Vincent plan on using them for their plan though, even if just for logistical support. I'm sure the kids probably agreed to help but eh, they way they're chatting about their possible assistance makes me kinda skeptical about it.

Favorite panel/moment:

Okay, I honestly had such a hard time to decide.. there's so much I love about this chapter: Emma slapping Ray once again, him being totally confuzzled by her fantastic big brain moments, his mumbling, and the quick glimpse and the GP resistance at the shelter. This chapter has SO MUCH of everything that I adore and is probably one of my favorites. I obviously can't forget about these breathtaking double spreads either. Demizu never ceases to amaze me. The artwork is so incredible and I'll forever be upset that we didn't get to see this beauty animated.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[ellie-e-marcovitz]

to remember

November entry for @hp-12monthsofmagic. tw: memory issues, COVID (iimplied) IYKYK.

early November, 2023

I sealed the envelope in front of me, before flipping it over and scrawling ‘Devon’ on the front. There only tended to be a few birthdays in November among my friend group, but there were some, and I dutifully did my best to owl them a card between exams and homework.

The cards would go out over the next few days. Kleio, Jasmine, Marlowe, Bill… That should be everyone… I mentally counted, reaching for my list to double check.

Which I had misplaced. Great. Stuff like this had happening more and more frequently since February.

I rested my elbows on my desk and stared intently at the small round object sitting quietly under my secondary computer screen.

Both Kleio’s and Devon’s cards needed to be sent ASAP. Aurora could handle both as soon as she returned from hunting… The small object shifted in colour, turning from a placid, near transparent sphere into an opaque, deep red sphere that seemed to glow a little in the dim light of my office, as my thoughts drifted.

You’re forgetting something…

No… really? I thought sarcastically, starting to shift the already graded work on my desk into neat-ish piles. The Remembrall had been taunting me since April, when it was given to me after misplacing my car keys one too many times.

It wasn’t exactly helpful, considering all it did was turn red and glow a bit to let you know you were forgetting something. It didn’t show you what you were forgetting.

I’d seen doormats that were more useful.

Papers somewhat sorted, I found one of my cookbooks, a Mary Berry one, along with my list stuck in at the Yule Log recipe I’d been wanting to try.

I sighed, finding an old, marked up envelope (with several lists, all largely checked off) and sticking it in the book instead.

Looking at the list, I realised I had forgotten both Victor Kesueki and Levi Kidd’s birthdays, though I had lost contact with both of them a long time ago. I’d never been close with Victor, and I hadn’t heard from Levi for quite a few years, not since the Middle East exploded with infighting in 2011.

I wrote him one anyways, setting it with Jasmine’s and Bill’s cards. No doubt there were plenty of others I didn’t remember, as I pinned my list back to the corkboard.

Weasley family birthdays were a task unto themselves, considering the immediate family was huge. Somehow, I just managed to keep the nieces and nephews ones straight, let alone Charlie’s siblings and their partners.

There was also my family, which was more manageable. Just. Eileen had a better grasp on our wider family, and more patience with card finding.

Families aside, there was also my (surprisingly large) group of friends. Uni, the phoenix resistance, Hogwarts and even a couple from the years wandering the world.

Another couple cards filled out, I shuffled them into a stack, keeping them in the correct order, helped by the date written in the corner.

A flutter of wings caught my attention, as Aurora landed in the open window. I threw a few owl treats into the bowl next to it, which she chased around the bowl, as I tied Devon’s and Kleio’s cards together.

Jacob would be able to send Aurora on to England.

Having eaten her fill of the treats, Aurora hooted dolefully as I attached the letters. I gently petted her feathers, apologetic. I, too, wished for even a brief break, but there was always something.

“I know,” I replied. “Jacob will probably have some treats or something. Greece should be nice, even.”

A little bob, almost curtsy, or the owl equivalent of rolling her eyes, before flying off. Hopefully, Devon and Kleio would appreciate the cards.

Devon belongs to @kathrynalicemc 😊

#fic #hp12mom #ellie marcovitz #to remember

[ofskysanddragonsandstars]

Just a little side project

because the RotTMNT movie ensnared me, and there are so many wonderful fics about F!Turtles coming to the past, I had to give it a shot but with my own twist. So, here is the star of the story, Casey Jones’ not-so, maybe a little bit, terrible day. Title: It’s Like Cancer, My Dear (It’s a Slow Death)

Hopefully I’ll finish the first chapter soon, but for now, enjoy this little WIP. I don’t foresee this being a long fic (says every writer), but who knows. Enjoy!

Some regular Tuesday morning. 

A persistent beeping noises reaches the teenager's ears, jerking him awake. With a groan, Casey reaches over to turn off his alarm on his phone. Sure, his time in the rebellion caused him to wake up at odd hours, but after over a year, sleep habits die hard. Slowly, he stretches out, waking fully. He has school in an hour. Rolling out of bed, picking out clean clothes, and brushing his teeth, Casey padded into the kitchen to find Splinter and Mikey. 

"Good morning, Casey!" Mikey quips happily. "I just cut up some fruit!" 

Casey smiles, "Morning, Mikey. Splinter." It never got old seeing his friends first thing in the morning. 

Splinter simply grunts and raises his tea mug in greeting. It surprised Casey that Splinter was a morning person, and when he asked, Splinter had admitted that after raising four boys, mornings were the least rowdy, allowing for some peace and quiet. However, once Casey started high school, Mikey began to wake up early as well to prepare breakfast. Honestly, it was a sweet gesture. 

Casey grabs a plate to dish up some cantaloupe and strawberries, taking a set next to Mikey. While pancakes are a favorite in the Hamato lair, the novelty of fresh fruit is Casey's favorite. He savors every bite, trying to forget about dreading to go to school.

As usual though, it does not last long. Too soon he is swinging his backpack across his shoulders, checking to make sure he has is mask and extra knife hidden. Too soon he is sitting on a public bus. Too soon he is walking the overcrowded hallways, and too soon is he sitting at his self-proclaimed desk in the back.

“Hey, Casey,” waves the brunet who sits in front of him. What is her name again? Jesse?

Tentatively, Casey waves back with a small, “Hi.” Every day, without fail, she always waves at him. Actually, Casey realizes, she waves at everyone that comes in the classroom. He is secretly jealous of her outward nature. If only it is that easy.

Aside from April, making human friends has proven to be a challenge. It’s not like he has any shared experiences to connect with people. What is he supposed to say? Yeah, I survived the futuristic apocalypse, if you count being thrown back in time as surviving, and live with mutated turtles and an old rat who is the movie star Lou Jitsu, but enough about me, what about you? Casey does not see that conversation going well. It’s easier to avoid it all together. Besides, he has Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April, Cass, and Splinter. What more does he need?

Apparently, a normal human life, according to April.

The screech of the bell rings, taking Casey out of his musings. It does not help his headache. Oh yeah, his headache. Pretty sure Professor Donatello would classify it as a migraine with how long it has lasted. Casey does not know when it started, just that he woke up it.

It’s probably nothing, he thought. I’m just dehydrated.

“Alright, class!” drawls his teacher, an old lady with streaks of silver hair and comically thick glasses. If anyone could suck out the joy of learning, it was his teacher. “Listen for roll call.”

Man, does high school suck.

#rottmnt #casey jones #casey jones jr #michelangelo #rottmnt splinter #it's like cancer my dear it's a slow death #what's CJ supposed to do? #just conform to society? #poor boy has trauma and I will be exploring it #ilcmdisd #post rottmnt movie

[hermitcraft-8]

it takes a village: summary fic

It started as a joke.

Or rather, it started with a dare, but that dare was, essentially, a joke, and was never meant to be taken seriously, but, of course, it was, because the people dared were Casey Jones.

That was a weird way to phrase it, yeah, but that's the simple truth- pretty much as soon as the multiple dimensions melded together, all the Raphaels got together and dared all the Caseys. And the dare?

Successfully care for two kids for one day a week for a year.

The kids were both Casey Jrs, both children of various Caseys- one of which was dead and the other one was from the future- so they were, in fact, their kids, so it made sense.

Each Casey accepted, got together, drew up a schedule, and so, the challenge began.

On weekends, the kids would stay with their guardians- April and Leo- which solved the issue of not having enough Caseys for every day of the week. And it's not like April and Leo only took care of them on weekends, they did often drop in to hang out with the kids, but this made it easier for them to relax and have a moment of calm.

Casey, big Casey, the Casey who always wore the mask, that Casey, got Mondays. They were pretty good at it, surprisingly, despite being known as a bit of a bone head. They took the kids out for dinner and to the park and for ice cream, and picked them up from Kindergarten on time. Their apartment was small, but it had enough space for the three of them.

"I am alone," They warned them on the very first day. "So if you need help and I am not there, you will need to go to your Mother and Uncle Leo, do you understand?"

"Why won't you be there?"

They paused. "I will. I will be there, I promise."

Jones, the ex-hockey player, the brunet, that Jones, got Tuesdays, and he wasn't… bad? He very clearly only had experience with turtle teens when it came to children, as he had a habit of forgetting for a second that these were, in fact, actual children. He let them watch horror movies and smoked in front of them and occasionally would ask them if they wanted a beer, but fortunately, April- his April- was there to save his ass.

"You can't give five year olds beer," She cried, snatching the bottle from Ronin. "They're five!"

"I was drinkin' when I was five, what's the deal?" He frowned. "It ain't gonna kill them."

"You're a menace."

Arnie, the Arnie with the long hair, Arnie with the tank top, that Arnie, had them on Wednesdays. He had no idea what to do. The rules said that he had to take care of the kids, but he was left with loopholes.

"It ain't cheating," He said, watching April and Raph stack legos in a pile while Ronin and Rise told them what to do. "It's babysitting."

Splinter scoffed. "You schemer. When's the last time you really talked to them?"

"This afternoon!" Arnie threw up his hands. "Come on, I'm not that bad!"

CJ, the high schooler, the dumb jock, that CJ, had Thursdays. He still lived with his dad and little sister, but he got permission to get a bunk bed for the kids in his room. It was surprisingly easy for him to take care of them, teaching them to skate and swear and make toaster waffles.

"You know," He told Raph as they watched the kids play tag around the hockey rink. "This is so much more fun than I thought it would be."

"Yeah, but you're a shit influence on them."

"Me? You should see Jones, dude. He's, like, so bad at this."

Cass, the ex Foot soldier, the killer, that Cass, was in charge of Fridays. She struggled more than she thought she would. She'd never had a normal childhood, and now she was 18, too old to have one of her own, and too young to give it to- well. To her son.

"You really do look like me," She told a sleeping Rise. "We have the same eyes."

He didn't respond.

"Goodnight Cassandra Jones Junior," She said. "Sweet dreams."

The Kindergarten they went to was very understanding- they had a handful of other children who were refugees from worse universes, although they didn't have any with seven guardians, but nonetheless, they all figured out the schedule pretty quick.

And so, things settled down.

And that's where the story begins.

#it takes a village au

[oculusxcaro]

📔+ learning the ins and outs of her condition.

SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

Something is really wrong with me.

Made a fool of myself at work this morning, dropping Chief O'Hara's breakfast all over the floor. It couldn't be helped. My muscles just had to have a spasm attack, spilling coffee and pancakes everywhere. First time it happened at work and it just had to be in front of her, didn't it? Kelly was so sweet about the whole thing too which only made me feel worse, even wanting to call an ambulance because a chunk of glass was sticking out of my arm. I don't think she noticed it went deeper than it looked. It didn't bleed much, just a small trickle and stopped a few seconds after that. I pulled the piece of glass out so the cut wouldn't start healing around it right away and leave anything inside, and when Kelly's handcloth pulled away, it just looked like a nasty pink gash. I'd sooner her think I was overdramatic than scared that when she lifted that fabric, there would be a fresh batch of eyes looking back at her.

...

It's April. I forget which day, it probably doesn't matter. Don't feel good at all, hungry but not able to keep anything down or feel satisfied. Bread? Nope. Packet of Fridge Raiders? Supposed to be chicken but eating them was just like eating the bread, tasteless and gutting. I boiled up some eggs. They were okay. I ate one and am saving the rest for later when I feel a little better.

... It's been a week since I last ate. The eggs aren't good anymore but I feel better. Weighed myself to be sure everything's okay, expecting a little weight loss. I'm heavier by 10 pounds. How. ... May Day. Eyes are growing on my forearm again. They sure are persistent about growing in that spot, between where my forearm regrew and where the original tissue ends. Last time I scraped them was 2 days ago. I'll need to do it again tonight before I go to work, before they start regaining function. I hate it when they squirm. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting. ... Hurt Cindy tonight. I didn't mean it, she clamped a hand on my shoulder as I came in from 'smoke break' but really I just needed to stand under the rain for a few minutes. I jumped. She jumped like she got an electric shock because she did. Thank God she's okay but I'll never forget that look of hurt in her eyes, afraid and unsure I'd hit her somehow and she just didn't see it happen for some reason. I'm sorry you have to work with a monster, Cindy. Please don't think I hate you.

#the-rorschach-mask #memes ;; journal entry #Bless you for sending this Rue 🥺 #It's less learning the in's and outs of her condition and more oh... that happened #Which I guess is the same sort of thing haha #Referencing another roleplay partner on here I hope that's okay chiefohara #<3 #She is going through a nightmare with this condition because there's nobody she can go to for help #Who do you even ask about this sort of thing? #Not Prometheus that's for sure

[thestoriedpast]

Emmett Thompson, born April 12, 1940 and died January 15 2021. My grandfather was always a reserved man, at least in front of my sister and I. He loved us more than anything in the world, as we were his only grandchildren. Things were rough towards the end of his life, he had a sour outlook on life and cancer that was too far gone to even try to treat. I try to keep the better times at the forefront of my mind. The happy moments I can remember from spending the winter nights and summer days at my grandparent's house.

Emmett grew up in a poor family with more mouths to feed than food in the pantry. The first time my grandma showed me this photograph she remarked how skinny he looked, on account of his family being too poor for hearty meals a growing boy needs. He was somewhere in his early to mid teenage years in this photo, jumping into the Little Shenango River from a rope swing. Seeing my grandfather doing something as daring as this helped me understand him in a new way, since I had only known him in his later years.

He worked as a foreman for a paving company and eventually opened his own business; Thompson Dozer and Backhoe Services. I don't know for sure how long he had this business, but I know it was for a while. He took a lot of pride in his work. He bought his family a camper trailer, a pontoon boat, all the Christmas gifts in the world. This boy who grew up too poor to eat was now seeing his hard work pay off. There was still a part of him that hoarded money for fear of it all being gone. I remember him being very cheap and frugal.

I believe that things started to go downhill when his business went under. Not long after I was born the barn that stored all of the bulldozers, backhoes, and equipment burned down. Emmett collected the insurance but never reinvested in the business. He was about 60 by now, and I guess he just didn't want to keep trying. I think losing his business broke his spirit, and triggered his financial anxiety. He started drinking a lot more after this time.

One of the silly, happy, golden moments I remember from my childhood with him was my sister and I putting on fashion shows in very cheap, dollar store halloween costumes. We would come down the staircase and Emmett would be sitting on the couch waiting for us. "Hubba hubba ding ding" was his signature compliment, sometimes with a whistle thrown in.

Another hallmark moment that is most prominent in my remembrance of my grandfather is him hooking up a small wagon to the hitch of his riding mower and towing my sister and I around the neighborhood. We filled the wagon with patio furniture cushions, blankets, and pillows. There is a small field at the bottom of their street where he would drive us around. Looking back as a city person now it sounds like quintessential country bumpkin fun, but it was one of the things that always excited my sister and I. One year he even towed my Girl Scout troop in a halloween parade as we were dressed like daisies and the wagon was decorated like a garden. I think we won second or third place that year.

Sandy left him in 2013. She moved out and into a friend's house until she could find a new place of her own. She took the dog, the cats, and the things that made that house a home. I will never forget the one day my parents, Sandy's sisters, herself, and I went over to the house and got what was left of her's out. Emmett was very upset upon seeing her, and my great aunt Sharon tried to keep him calm but eventually we just had to leave. She was taking everything from him in his perspective. He knew that my sister and I wouldn't be around as much, that he wouldn't get another dog to take care of himself, that birthdays and holidays would now be split. His drinking had also escalated, and I don't think he could think rationally about much anymore.

My grandma still invited him to every holiday dinner, even if he never showed up. She still loved him; the Emmett she married, not the person he turned into. She drove by the house often, watching it deteriorate and suffer from a lack of care. Just as the house was declining, so was Emmett. He had a mass on his side that he let go for too long. The cancer was too strong and he was too weak in health for doctors to want to try any treatment.

He went into the hospital right before Christmas 2020, and was transferred to a nursing home for round the clock care on December 23. They did not give him his dentures, and my father wasn't able to bring him a TV until after Christmas; the pandemic and the holiday had meant weird visiting hours. Emmett loved watching TV, specifically Family Feud every night, and not being able to watch his shows was one of the many reasons he hated the nursing home. The entire time he was sick he tried to get in-home care nurses to avoid having to leave the couch he slept on every night for 20 years and the TV that was constantly blaring.

Emmett attempted suicide on December 26. He spent Christmas alone in there, very sick and miserable. I cannot even imagine what was going through his mind. He was transferred to the ICU unit at a big hospital, and held on long enough to make it a couple weeks into the new year. He was so sick and so weak. The years of smoking and drinking and working with god knows what kind of chemicals finally caught up to him, and it was also his own choice that ended things. I feel guilt for not seeing him more often, especially when I still lived in Greenville. It was extremely hard to see him spiral so far down, and to be in a house that was once warm and inviting, that held so much family history. The last time I talked to him was on Christmas Day, I wished him a Merry Christmas with my sister on the phone and then he continued a conversation with my dad. I worry that he thought I didn't love him, or even like him. The truth is that I had so many emotions about him that they overflowed every time I thought about him. Visiting was emotional turmoil because I felt such a deep sense of wanting to help but knowing I couldn't save him, of wanting to just fix everything and rekindle the warm glow of how things used to be.

I hold onto a lot of guilt about my relationship with him.

[time-is-standing]

top 10 songs of may

aka the best month of the year - for real this time

1. Keep Me - Acoustic by Imminence

this month I had the best experience ever. I went to a concert & I happened to be able to help out Eddie. I got to talk to the members of the band, I shared DM's with so many people from the team & the other bands (Port Noir and Novelists, gotta give them credit for being the coolest ever!!).

it was the most special birthday I've ever had.🖤

2. MEAN! by Madeline The Person

I love this song from the bottom of my heart. this was the 1st for a while but I needed the more chill tunes to calm myself down the last two weeks of this month, so yeah.

"one thing I like about me is that I’m nothing like you and I never will be"

3. Alleviate by Imminence

here again, this & temptation made me scream and shout like I've lost my mind completely. I bawled my eyes out through this song & the videos of my show, where Eddie was crying as well... words cannot describe how I felt there. it was so moving, I wasn't able to let it go ever since.

4. Me Myself & I by 5 Seconds of Summer

oh how could I forget? I also had my 5sos concert on the last day of april. it was super special, I made some new friends & actually helped pulling out a girl from the crowd. she had a panic attack and fainted right in front of me so I & her gf helped her and I stayed with them on the side where barely anyone were. we had space to dance, we sang the songs together and I sobbed to Jet black heart & many more songs right there. it was the second best experience in my life, I had so so much fun!!

5. Castaway by 5 Seconds of Summer

fell in love with this song just before the show. I knew it before but it never really excited me much. I've been listening to it for these last couple of weeks, it's the best to hype me up.

6. Queerball by McCafferty

guess who's back?

actually, I'm more queer than ever this month after watching & reading heartstopper & young royals so yeah. it's alright but I'm getting a bit tired of writing about this song every fucking month, lol.

but what I'm not tired writing of is the mcyt community. I've barely finished my other story (the wilbur soot one) and now I'm writing the most challenging thing: a story about a gay couple from two boys' perspective. it'll be refreshing to get out of the mind of whining girls but I'm a bit terrified as well. wish me luck.

7. Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland

this song from heartstopper literally made my heart stop just as that scene was playing. I never had these thoughts before about my sexuality as I am like the teacher from the paris trip, who's figuring shit out at 24, not really knowing what's what yet. I love singing this song, it helped me come to terms with some of the more hidden feelings I have to deal with.

8. King by XXXTENTACION

"leave me alone I wanna go home it's just all in my head I won't be upset if..."

this song! this song is the best one ever. I love it when I'm upset/annoyed. it clears my mind instantly and it helps me to stop panicking and focus on important shit.

9. Welcome to the Hell Zone by Bobby Raps, Corbin

this is such a mood! I've listened to this song before and it might have been on my lists before but this month somehow I fell in love with it again. I think this is a special one for me as my life often feels like the hell zone.

"you can help me if your aim is pure - but there's no medicine, you know the cure"

10. Memories by Conan Gray

another one from heartstopper. I've watched the show two times now and read the graphic novel & started the other books as well. it's so good, I love the no-drama aspect of the show even though there are things charlie and nick have to concour. it became my absolute fav tv show with the little animations (as my autistic brain can never seem to understand scenes just the right way and this helps so much!)

#my top 10 songs #top 10 songs #of may #may #2022 #heartstopper soundtrack #why am i like this #memories #keep me imminence #keep me acoustic #alleviate imminence #imminence #5sos #me myself and i #castaway #queerball #king #welcome to the hell zone

[bubmyg]

my old manager sharing memes on facebook abt how we don’t need more stimulus money everyone is just lazy is hilarious when she paid me below minimum wage, didn’t want to give me my last overtime check hours, and cheated the system at the beginning of the pandemic to draw unemployment and still get the bonus money our restaurant received but that’s none of my business i guess

#fuck OFF lmao #like it's fuck the government get all the money u can but don't be mad at everyone else bc they don't want to be paid $7 an hour for ur #shitty as hell working environment #will never forget the day she helped me up front in like april #last april like beginning pandemic april when everyone was getting takeout #barely helped me maybe took two phone calls and bagged up some stuff #and still took half my tips at the end of the night.

[1kook]

attachment: 1 image

— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v  wc; 4.6k 

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

jungkook♡ sweet jungkook♡ got your seat ready jungkook♡ Attachment: 1 Image

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[chiliiscereal]

Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?

...✨Living with the turtles✨

Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles

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-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD

-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!

-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way

-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas

-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”

-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up

-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing

-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some

-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition

-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?

-you’re their human

-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?

-there you are

-lots of working with splinter in that field

-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation

-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work

-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”

-“compliment you about your work?”

-“well, if you insist.”

-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it

-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping

-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it

-“it’s literally 1 am.”

-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”

-“alright just stop pulling on me!”

-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it

-he’ll try, that’s for sure

-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face

-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help

-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”

-it’s not just Donnie though.

-it’s Mikey as well

-“look at what I drew!”

-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”

-“oh... about an hour?”

-“that’s really good!”

-“really?”

-will even ask you to put it on the fridge

-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work

-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week

-needs lots and lots of hugs

-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride

-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor

-and who could forget Leo

-not you that’s for sure

-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention

-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it

-“for Y/n’s honor!”

-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”

-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”

-jumps out from every corner to scare you

-can never seem to get you to flinch

-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though

-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder

-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump

-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department

-especially with weight lifting

-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”

-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though

-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf

-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way

-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived

-only responsible roommate out of the four

-only one that washes the dishes

-video games all the time

-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games

-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night

-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you

-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no

-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”

-winner gets bragging rights

- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April

-come on, she’s cool as hell!

-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general

-nosey boys

-very very nosey

-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair

-you have a diary?

-expect Leo to go through it in one night

-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?

-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter

-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer

-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows

-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books

-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking

-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space

-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair

-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store

-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay

-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened

-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it

-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up

- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie

-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway

-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks

-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed

-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence

-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him

-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone

-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would

-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join

-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear

-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates

-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them

-school

-school happens

-you have to deny them because of homework

-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting

-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better

-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster

-Raph is simply your company

-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had

-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it

-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him

-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on

-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure

-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring

Sorry this is all I got!

If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!

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