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tard1sgays · 3 years

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Jamie's feeling down due to an injury he got fighting the Cybermen, so the Doctor and Zoe find an easy way to cheer him up.

on ao3.

"Ouch!"

"I did tell you not to move," the Doctor huffed, tugging aggressively at Jamie's hair with a comb.

Jamie couldn't sit still despite the Doctor's words; he never knew having your hair brushed could be so painful, "Aye well if yer' keep tugging at it so hard I'm gonnae flinch! Ouch!"

The Doctor tugged at a knot in Jamie's curly wisps, shaking his head at the boy's childishness, "Maybe if you hadn't been so thoughtless..."

"Hey now just a minute, I saved yer' life!" Jamie retorted, feeling somewhat betrayed, "If it were nae for me you'd be just a few wee ashes right now, floating 'round Cyberman territory," he pulled his head back away from the Doctor, pouting like a duck.

The Doctor shook his head again and leant down next to Jamie's ear, "You know very well I had it all under control."

"Aye but ya' said that last time and look what happened tae' the poor ol' professor!"

"Ah well yes that was rather unfortunate, but that I couldn't prevent," the Doctor groaned slightly, placing the comb down on the table and running his fingers through Jamie's hair to feel for any more knots. He'd always liked Jamie's hair, it was so soft and bounced lightly whenever he moved.

Jamie sighed and looked down at the bruises on his legs, "I guess I was a wee bit hasty..."

He sulked in the chair, going to fold his arms and whined when he realised he couldn't, "Ay for goodness sake! Doctor how long do I have to keep the blasted thing on for?"

"Well Jamie it's a cast, solid plaster. That'll be left on for quite some time I'm afraid."

Jamie's face saddened.

"You only have yourself to blame," said the Doctor, as he kissed Jamie softly on the cheek, smiling at him sweetly.

"I don' like it though,'' Jamie replied, standing up and brushing the strands of hair off his kilt. He was getting rather fed up of having a broken arm, it made him feel so useless. He couldn't do much on his own, and the Doctor had to help him with even the most basic of things like washing his hair and getting dressed. It was dreadful, and getting rather tiresome too.

He didn't regret it though, jumping in to save the Doctor like that, even if he did have a bone broken clean in half by a rather large and powerful Cyberman. After all, he'd never forgive himself if something happened to the Doctor.

"Oh, I have an idea!" The Doctor suddenly remarked, his face brightening up as if a beam of light had just hit him. He frantically looked around the room, his eyes searching for something.

"Doctor, what are yer' doing?"

"I won't be a moment Jamie," the Doctor said hastily, as he rushed out of the room unexpectedly, flustering Jamie slightly.

"What's he up to this time...?" Jamie grumbled to himself, sitting back down and sinking deeply into the brown worn cushions of the chair.

After a few minutes of boorishly waiting, the Doctor suddenly popped his head round the door frame, smiling vibrantly at Jamie, "What's your favourite colour?"

"Eh?" Jamie replied, confused.

"Oh never mind, we'll just bring them all in," he stuttered, as he and Zoe walked in clumsily, arms filled with dozens of brightly coloured felt tip pens and small tubes of glue and glitter. They lay them down on a small coffee table, pens rolling off onto the floor with a clack noise.

"Doctor, you could've at least brought a better table," Zoe huffed as she picked up all the pens hurriedly, whilst the Doctor made a small barricade with the glue tubes to keep them contained.

"What on earth is all of this?" Jamie asked, eyeing his two friends with a rather baffled look on his face.

"Can't you see Jamie?"

"Aye I can see just grand, doesn't mean I kno' what yer' doing."

"We're going to decorate your cast!" Zoe cheered, grinning like a cheshire cat from ear to ear. Oh how she loved crafty things, and it'd been so long since she last did something as fun as this. She was ecstatic, even more so than the Doctor, who was currently fiddling with a stuck pen lid like a child.

Jamie however, was still rather kerfuffled.

His eyes were scanning the pens and glitter rather aggressively, before letting out a barely audible "Huh?"

"What's wrong Jamie?" The Doctor asked, finally plucking off the pen lid and reaching over ready to doodle on Jamie's cast.

"I still don' understand."

The Doctor and Zoe exchanged glances, "Understand what?"

"Well, yer' going to draw on ma' arm thingy aren't ya'?"

The two nodded.

"Are yer' sure you can do that though? I mean, won't it cause an uh, what's it called... An infectious?"

The Doctor chuckled, "No Jamie, it won't cause an infection. It's perfectly safe!" He assured Jamie, as he drew a small heart on the edge of the plaster, "And also very fun."

Jamie took one look at the heart doodle, and suddenly his face lit up with delight, "Pass me a pen, I wan' a go!"

The Doctor passed him a blue pen, and Jamie bit the lid off before scribbling little drawings of

monsters and objects all over his cast. This was the happiest he'd been since he busted his arm, and it warmed the Doctor's hearts so very much to see his lover bright and bubbly again. Who knew that all it would take to cheer Jamie up was a few pens & some glitter?

"Aye, that's better!" Jamie simpered, looking pleased with himself before twisting his arm to show the Doctor his new drawing, "Ta da! What'd ya' think?"

The Doctor couldn't help but let out a small giggle at Jamie's sweet child-like drawing.

There was a TARDIS, or should I say more of a wobbly blue rectangle in the background, with a small dwarf (Zoe) standing next to it, and in front of that were two carefully drawn almost people.

One of the Doctor, and one of Jamie, holding hands with big smiles on their faces.

Zoe looked over at the drawing, tilting her head to try and see it better, "Where am I on the drawing?"

"Ay it's obvious, yer' there," Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at the small human-like blob by the TARDIS.

"That can't be me, that's a gnome!"

"Actually, it's a dwarf."

"Jamie McCrimmon!" Zoe shouted, annoyed at being portrayed in such a ridiculous way.

"Ay come on now lassy, it's fairly accurate considering my artistic skills," Jamie sniggered, nudging Zoe playfully, but Zoe wasn't having it.

"Oh Doctor can't you tell him to not be so harsh!"

But of course unsurprisingly, even the Doctor couldn't hold back his laughter, "Well Zoe, I think it's pretty accurate too if I'm honest..!"

The Doctor rested his head on Jamie's shoulder, as they both laughed at the dwarf Zoe drawing like children at a funfair.

"I swear you can both be such, such... Such men at times! And so childish too!" Zoe grunted, glaring at the two idiots before leaving the room and shutting the door aggressively behind her.

But Jamie and the Doctor were still laughing, and they only stopped because their stomach and faces were starting to ache.

The Doctor wiped a small tear from his eye after finally calming himself down, and smiled so lovingly at Jamie, "feeling better?"

"Aye, much better," he responded, kissing the Doctor softly on the cheek, "Thank you."

The Doctor pulled him in for a gentle hug, resting his chin on the top of Jamie's head, "Just remember, if you ever feel even just a little bit down, I promise you there's always a way both Zoe and I can help, okay?"

Jamie nuzzled his head into the Doctor's chest, listening to his two hearts beat. He wasn't sure why, but he always found listening to the Doctor's hearts so comforting, "Aye, I kno'."

They sat there comfortably in silence for some time, just enjoying each other's company and warmth, not uttering even a breath, but then Jamie piped up, "Hey Doctor, d'ya think we should apologise to Zoe?"

The Doctor shifted his head to look at Jamie, "No no, she'll be fine, we've certainly done much worse before, not that that's something to brag about."

"Aye, s'pose ya' right."

They sat it in silence for a few more minutes.

"...D'ya think we'd get away with annoying her some more then?" Jamie smirked, almost sheepishly.

The Doctor looked at Jamie with a rather, unrecognisable expression. Jamie couldn't tell what he was thinking, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

"Well, I suppose just a little bit more teasing won't do anymore harm now will it," the Doctor grinned in a kind of impish-like way, readjusting his disheveled fringe before stretching his arms and standing up. He held his hand out to Jamie, and Jamie knew that look all too well, "Come along now Jamie," the Doctor spoke, a dark but mischievous tone, "We've got work to do."

End.

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wlsonsaraharchive · 3 years

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❛ HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! ❜

WHEN: May 9th WHERE: Delacroix, Louisiana CHARACTER(S) MENTIONED: Bucky, Sam, Aaliyah, AJ, and Cass TRIGGER WARNINGS: None, aside from general Mother’s Day things for those who have asked for those sorts of things to be tagged.

❛Aye, keep it down. Y'all are gonna' wake her up with all that ruckus.❜ Sam's voice pipes up in the kitchen, where there is a lot going on. He's put the old record player to use, the sounds of "Trouble Man" by Marvin Gaye drifts through the house as everyone is enjoying the early hours of the morning. The kids are still tired, but they wanted to wake up early enough to put together breakfast for Sarah. She deserved to have a day off every once in awhile, so why not now of all days? With Sam and Bucky helping Captain the metaphorical ship, everyone had a hand in helping out. Though, some of them kept stealing bits of food here and there. Who could blame them? ❛I come up hard, baby, I had to fight. Took care of my business with all my might. I come up hard, I had to win. Then start all over and win again. I come up hard, but that's okay. 'Cause trouble man don't get in my way.❜ Aaliyah and Sam sing along to the music as the chorus rolls around, both of them dancing around and even bumping hips with one another. Laughter spilling from the pair a moment later as they set back to work once more. Aaliyah has been given the task of making pancakes, putting their artistic skills to good use. Pancakes created in different shapes and patterns, even some in shapes of different Avengers. They're proud of their handiwork, flipping the final pancake onto the stack that piles up on a plate on the counter. Meanwhile, Bucky is situated at the kitchen table. He's glaring daggers at the macaroni art in front of him. It was supposed to be a macaroni necklace, one that was supposed to match the macaroni bracelet that AJ had made for Sarah. But, it really just looked like a cluster of macaroni glued together haphazardly. ❛That's not how you're supposed to do it.❜ AJ's voice pipes up behind him, causing Bucky to turn towards the young child with a frown. ❛Yeah, I know, kiddo. I just don't know where I went wrong.❜ AJ settles down at the table beside Bucky, having finished up his duties of helping grab clean dishes from the cabinet. He wasn't allowed to do much in terms of cooking, so they gave him the easiest task possible. With a gentle sigh, Bucky turns towards AJ. ❛Do you think I can fix this?❜ AJ frowns slightly, picking up the still drying bundle of glue and macaroni. He shakes his head, tossing the mess into the trashcan not too far from him. Taking a seat back into the chair, he glances at Bucky. ❛Don't worry, we can just start over. We have a lotta' time before she wakes up... I think.❜ AJ wastes little time in helping Bucky out with the necklace. Soon, they're focused on their own conversation, one where AJ is carefully instructing Bucky on the proper way to glue the pieces together onto the thick strands of yarn they had used to make the necklace. In the end, they had come out with a colorful macaroni necklace. ❛Hey, look! This one turned out a lot better. Next time, you just ask the pro.❜ AJ nudges Bucky with his elbow, to which Bucky responds by tugging him into his arm to nuzzle his flesh fist against his head in a noogie. Breakfast had been taken care of, though the mess left behind would have to be cleaned up later. Meanwhile, Sarah had finally awaken from her slumber. One hand reached over to check the time on her digital alarm clock. ❛Eleven o'clock? I know I told 'em to let me sleep in today. But, boy... This is out of my comfort zone.❜ She stretches carefully, gentle yawn falling from her lips as toes stretch and parts of her body crack to release the tension. A gentle hum of appreciation falling from her lips as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She's awake and ready to start the day, even if she wasn't doing too much working today. That was the whole point of the day, to take time off and really relax, while everyone else handled things. That was a task easier said than done when it came to Sarah. ❛She's awake. How much longer do we need?❜ Bucky pipes up from his spot downstairs, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. Perks of being a Super Soldier meant that a lot of his senses were farther enhanced than that of a normal human. ❛Just getting everything plated up and put on a tray. Go distract her or somethin'.❜ Sam grumbles gently, much to Bucky's amusement as he shuffles up the stairs to check on Sarah. He carefully picks at dried glue from his fingers and hands, leaving no trace of evidence, before he knocks carefully. Only after Sarah responds, does he carefully and slowly enter the room. ❛Good morning, sleepyhead. How'd you sleep?❜ His words are soft and gentle, as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed beside her. ❛Mm, good morning. I slept pretty well, never slept in this late before. Though, I gotta' admit, it was well worth it.❜ She grins cheekily, glancing up at him through sleepy eyes. Even now, in her sleepy and half-awake stupor, Bucky thinks she's the prettiest thing ever. He leans down to steal a gentle kiss from her, one that she meets him halfway for. A gentle hum falling into the kiss on her end, laughter following in its wake. ❛You sure do know how to wake a girl up.❜ She plants another kiss onto his lips, just as someone knocks soundly on the door. Bucky rolls his eyes, easily identifying that the knock belonged to none other than Sam. A moment later, the door is shoved open as the rest of the household spills into the room. ❛Surprise! Happy Mother's Day!❜ The four of them wear matching toothy grins as Aaliyah walks in with the tray full of food. Sarah sits up against the pillows, which are carefully fluffed by AJ and Cass, who go all out to ensure their mother is comfortable. Aaliyah and Sarah share a tight hug, before Sam follows behind with a hug of his own. Leaving a sloppy cheek smooch for his sister in the end. Much to Sarah's chagrin as face scrunches up in distaste. ❛Ugh, you know I hate when you do that!❜ She calls out, wiping at her cheek before surveying the food before her. ❛Would you look at that? Looks like you guys went all out on breakfast, huh?❜ She shoots a glance towards everyone in the room before AJ hops up and down. ❛Oh, oh! I wasn't allowed to cook anything because I'm still too little. But, I helped put everything on the plate!❜ AJ's excitement is palpable, something that causes Sarah's smile to turn into a full blown grin. ❛Oh, honey. Thank you so much. Mama loves it, it's perfect.❜ She plants a smooch atop his head, tugging Cass into the hug as well. Kisses for both of her favorite boys before she allows them to run off to go back to bed or to simply enjoy their breakfast together. With the youngest two of the bunch out of sight, it's Sarah's turn to appreciate her newest child. The oldest of the trio of children. Though, Aaliyah was no mere child. In fact, Aaliyah was an adult. But, that didn't make them any less Sarah's child. ❛Thank you for all of this, Li-Li'. Really, it's delicious.❜ Sarah's taking a long sip from her apple juice, only after a mouthful of a pancake in the shape of Sam's shield. Aaliyah leans over, presses a kiss to the crown of Sarah's head with all the warmth and tenderness. It fills Sarah with pure pride and joy that Aaliyah had warmed up to the family. The two share a brief moment together, before Aaliyah is chasing after the two youngest boys who make a beeline downstairs. Sam and Bucky both left chuckling as Sarah glances towards her brother. ❛Have I mentioned that you're the best big brother ever? Seriously, words alone could never say how thankful I am for you. Thank you, Sammy. For everything.❜ Sam rolls his eyes, shoving her lightly as she bites into a piece of bacon. ❛Don't go gettin' all sappy on me, lady. You deserve this. Enjoy it while you can.❜ He squeezes her softly, before leaving her alone with Bucky as he heads downstairs as well. ❛Happy Mother's Day, Sarah.❜ Bucky leans over, a lingering kiss stolen on his end this time. One that Sarah leans into happily. She adores him so much, they both decided to take a leap into their relationship. Both decided to adopt Aaliyah together just a few short months ago. Sam may have found him to be annoying at times, but Sam truly did care for Bucky. He was cautious of their relationship at first, Sarah had already been put into harms way because of Sam once before. Now, add in that of the man who was once known as The Winter Soldier. It was just asking for trouble that much more. But, Sam knew Bucky would keep his family safe when he couldn't. ❛Thanks, B'. I appreciate it. Truly. You hungry? I've got enough food here to feed a village.❜ Laughter spills from her lips as he settles into bed beside her. The pair sharing what remained on the tray together in comfortable silence. After much needed naps for everyone who had been on early morning duty, it was finally time to unveil the presents each of them had gotten or made for Sarah. Each bag and gift opened carefully and full of love and warmth. The first gift had been from Sam, two roundtrip tickets to Hawaii, with all expenses paid and a resort room ready to book whenever she was ready. A gift he decided to give her because she deserved a proper vacation, where Sam would stay behind to take care of the rest of the family. The second present had been from Aaliyah, a gift certificate to the local spa in New Orleans. Something that Sarah would be putting to good use soon enough. Finally, what appeared to be the final gift was from Cass. A picture frame with the word family burned into the wood in multiple languages. Inside the picture frame was a photo of all of them, Sam and Aaliyah, AJ and Cass, Bucky and Sarah. They say the best kind of family are the unexpected ones. The dysfunctional ones. The ones so full of tender love and care that it almost hurts to breathe. This was Sarah's family through and through. She loved each and every single one of them with every single inch of her. Perhaps even more, if that were even possible. ❛Wait, wait, wait!❜ AJ came huffing and puffing from running up and down the stairs a few times already. Inside his hands was a box as he took a moment to catch his breath. He took a puff or two from his inhaler, waving a hand slightly. ❛This one-- This one is the last one!❜ He walked over, carefully handing the box over to Sarah who carefully unwrapped and opened it. ❛This one is from me and Bucky! Do you like it?❜ AJ glances at Sarah with a slight look of concern on his face. Sarah taking her time to appreciate the gift thoughtfully. ❛Do I like it?❜ She pauses just briefly, carefully pulling on the macaroni bracelet and necklace. She smiles fondly, glancing towards Bucky and AJ who stand a few feet away. ❛I love it! Thank you so much. These are all the best gifts a lady could ever ask for.❜ She pulls all of them in for the biggest and tightest group hug she could possibly manage. Pouring out every ounce of love and affection and warmth she could spill into each and every single one of them. There was never enough love to spill for her family. Never enough words to tell them how much they truly meant to her. But, she cherished them all with every fiber of her being and she truly hoped that they knew that.

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parkeraul · 4 years

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wish — holiday blurb | (t.h.)

ann’s note: hello my dudes! happy holidays for everyone who’s celebrating these festive days. i have brand new stuff coming up, so the writing is gonna come back gradually. anyways, i hope you enjoy this little piece and my askbox is open for tom and shawn & i’ll start emptying the requests asap. lots of love 💛.

warnings: fluff, kissing & swearing.

“What do you want for Christmas?” She’s on top of his body, asking too cutely for his own heart.

“Me?” Tom replies, moving his hands to cup her waist. “Love, you don’t have to buy me anything.”

“Stoooop!” Y/N whines, tilting down to glue their chests together and brush both noses softly as she falls forward. “I wanna give you something that you’ll really like.”

“I’ve got you. That’s all I want.”

“Cheesy.”

“Pretty.”

Y/N cannot say she didn’t melt after his words, but she wanted to give Tom a gift he would never forget and, above it all, a gift he’d love so much that he wouldn’t wanna let go of for a very long time. Something that’ll make him happy, something that’ll make him remember her everytime he looks at it — like a little piece of her that he can carry around whenever they’re apart.

“A brand new watch?!” Y/N suggests and pecks his lips after asking close to his lightly–parted mouth. She puts her chin on top of his and eyes his brown puppy eyes lovingly. “Mm? Does that sound good?”

“Nope.” Tom says and she knows he’s denying just to avoid having the possibility of Y/N spending money on such an expensive item.

“Come on!” She growls, pushing away shortly just to bite on his sweet chin, earning a smile from Tom. “A jersey? A football jersey, even though your team kind of sucks.”

“First, you face me,” His grip on her waist tightens, bringing her impossibly closer. “Now you tell me that my team sucks?”

And before she can notice, he’s tickling her sides like it’s the only thing he knows. Y/N tries to squirm away as she laughs but Tom’s touch is way stronger, their bodies bumping into one another while they giggle together. If she only knew that Tom truly feels like he doesn’t need anything else, she would do the only thing he could ever ask for: her. Just being there with him, doing whatever it is no matter where they are.

“Not my fault they can’t attack,” Muttering lowly, she grins so beautifully that it pokes Tom in the heart, his bottom lip getting briefly hidden in between his teeth, biting it as Y/N winks at him playfully. “New PlayStation game?”

“No.” Tom knows it’ll gradually increase her eagerness, and eventually she’s gonna start laughing nervously to avoid screaming in impatience — because Tom can’t let the opportunity to be a boy pass by, he’s gotta annoy her to get that irritated look on her face that he loves so dearly. Y/N with her pout hardening (because her jaw would clench strongly and she wouldn’t wanna show it) and hands grabbing onto his biceps is all that he craves right now, he misses it.

“God!” Y/N says through gritted teeth, facing him closer to a point where they can feel each other’s breathing fanning against their faces. “A new phone!”

“Nah, mine’s good.”

“Liar.”

“I swear!”

And then her jaw tightens.

“A new shirt. A red one! Because you look so good in red…”

“Is that a gift for me or you?” Tom asks laughing.

“Why not both?” She smirks and Tom immediately presses a kiss to her plump lips.

“You like me better without clothes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shifts more comfortably on top of Tom’s frame, their hips fitting perfectly. His hands slide down to her thighs and she tucks the strands of her hair behind her ears, almost pressing down on his face with hers completely. Their chests are warming one another, and his respiration starts to match with hers as their stomachs touch more everytime they breathe in.

“Sunglasses?”

Tom pecks her lips again, a smack sound flying throughout the room.

“No.”

“Perfume?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Shoes?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Underwear? Pair of Calvins?”

Longer kiss.

“For me?”

“Of course!”

“Oh, then no. You in Calvins would be a great fuckin’ present, though.”

“Shut up!”

His hands travel up again, holding her ribs under her top and his thumbs dangerously rub right on the soft skin of her underboob. Y/N moves, trying to ignore the touch to focus on getting him to say yes to one of the gifts. Tom has a lazy smile sprawled across his cozy face, mouth watering to the sensation of her flesh displaying goosebumps under his control.

“Ya know what I want?”

Y/N lifts her eyebrows, widening his eyes. Thank God he finally wants something.

“What, babe?”

“A proper kiss. Just that.”

“Tom, seriously?” Y/N tilts up and Tom instantly catches a handful of her left thigh while his right hand runs to her neck, making her come back down. “I wanna get you something you can keep, love! Or touch, or see, grab, I don’t know!”

“Come here, darling.”

Not that Y/N needs to bend nearer, but she closes the teeny tiny space between their faces and Tom makes the job of touching their mouths.

He slides his palm further up her leg, his thumb resting on the curve right below her hipbone as his other fingers hold her skin more intensely. Poking his tongue forward, Tom licks past her lips and Y/N’s tongue meets his no longer after, and they taste each other calmly, studying every inch like they haven’t been together for a while already.

After a moment, both his hands massage the warm skin of her thighs and slip under her shorts once or twice. They run along her flesh until they can’t no more, Tom growing thirstier as he begins to palm the back of her legs and the curve of her ass.

Only when Y/N is a panting mess, completely breathless, that Tom stops. He pulls away a few centimetres, watching Y/N with sleepy eyes but a cute smile warming her heart beating against his bare chest.

“See? I can touch, see, grab the only thing I want the most for this Christmas,” He mumbles in a raspy tone, accent falling thicker while Y/N looks at him still in awe. “And if I’m allowed to do so, I’ll keep my gift for loads of other Christmas.”

Y/N laughs at his stupidity, not surprised on getting this typical Tom Holland move of his but giving in easily, because that’s all she wants too.

“All yours, dork.”

“Aye, ‘s what I wanted! Did I win?”

“Yes,” She exhales, rolling her eyes. “You won.”

Then Tom is quick to trace the band of her shorts with the pads of his fingers, smirking boyishly.

“Now that I’ve been a good boy, Santa,” He rambles, acting ridiculously funny. “I gotta unwrap my present.”

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marril96 · 5 years

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Tonight

Chapter 2: The Haunting Yes

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Characters: Rowena, reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: It was supposed to be a happy, carefree outing. After tonight, however, nothing will ever be the same for you and Rowena.

Editor: @rowenaisfabulous

NOW…

The house was cold.

Even though it was summer and the night was as warm as a spring morning, the house still felt cold. As if there were ghosts lingering the hallway, haunting the dark rooms.

The hairs on Rowena's arms stood up, sharp and straight as needles. Chills cascaded down her spine, spread over to her neck and then the rest of her body, an invisible veil of frost clinging to her skin, burrowing underneath it, sinking into her bones.

She let Sam carry you to the bedroom, following after him like a puppy. She watched as he lowered you on the bed and hurried to the other side to ruffle the pillow and straighten the sheet underneath you. To make you as comfortable as she could.

She owed you that much.

"She doesn't look hurt too bad," Dean commented as he looked you over intently, scanning every detail of you with utmost precision.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. Locking eyes with Rowena, he said for what must have been the hundredth time since he first saw you, "She's gonna be okay."

Rowena gave a nod and accompanied it with a smile. Forced, but genuine. "Thank you."

She appreciated their help. Immensely so. It had taken them a while, but they came when she'd called. They wanted to help. They didn't make assumptions, didn't throw around accusations. They genuinely wanted to help.

Gone were their days of animosity.

"Of course," Sam said, returning the smile.

Dean responded with a nod.

True to their word, the brothers helped. They worked on your injuries with the same professionalism they showcased while hunting. A few cuts and bruises were rather easy to take care of. Even still, the two of them took it in stride, worked meticulously, carefully, precisely.

Rowena stood aside and watched them. Watched you, unconscious, unresponsive, clueless of the world around you. For how much longer, she wondered? You were bound to wake up anytime now.

Would you be scared? Hurt? Angry? All of the above?

Rowena would be. She had the presence of mind to admit it, to herself at the very least. She would be terrified, out of her mind with panic. Her body would throb, but her soul would ache with the pain she didn't even dare imagine. She would hate it, and herself, and the people that did it to her. But no matter how hard she concentrated on other emotions, the pain would still crush her, cripple her, destroy her from the inside out.

Unlike you, though, she would be the one to blame.

She was the one to blame.

If she hadn't said yes…

Her heart flared, every beat a new flash of pain. As if shards of glass had embedded into it and dug deeper, pulled at the sensitive nerves as it pounded. Her eyes prickled with tears. These she held back; she was sick of crying, sick of being weak, of falling apart over and over like a broken, worn out doll.

As soon as Sam and Dean were finished with your injuries, Rowena pulled a sheet over you. Just in case you were as cold as she was when you woke. Then she ushered the brothers out and, as they awkwardly paced around before settling down on the couch in the living room, poured herself a glass of water and took a long, big swig.

The cool liquid burned at her throat as she swallowed. She relished in the feeling, held on to it, allowed it to ground her. She hadn't had a drink in hours. Her dry, scratchy throat begged for more, and she gave in to it, then refilled the glass and downed the entirety of its contents in one swig.

Strangely, she wasn't as cold anymore. She felt more like herself, if only a tad. More comfortable in her own body. More alive.

Filling up the glass once more, she grabbed it and, with shaky hands, carried it over to the coffee table. She took a seat on the sofa opposite the Winchester brothers. She could have used a cup of tea, but she was in no condition to make it. She was in no condition to do anything other than sit and stare into empty space until you woke up.

Then she would swallow her pride and do something she rarely, if ever, did — she would apologize. She would own up to her mistakes and apologize. If need be, she would fall to her knees in front of you. Anything to make what happened — what she allowed to happen — at least somewhat right.

"Rowena?" Sam said, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

Rowena perked up, looked right at him. "Yes, Samuel?"

"Can you…" He cleared his throat. Sucked in a breath. "Can you tell us what happened?"

Could she?

She knew she should. She owed them an explanation. But…

"No offense, but we found you surrounded by dead bodies," Dean said as tactfully as he could. Rowena could tell he was trying his hardest. "We don't wanna draw conclusions." Sam gave a nod at that. "But you gotta give us something."

She supposed she did.

If she were to walk in on them in a sea of corpses, she would have had questions, too. And just as many opinions, the majority not very flattering.

She sighed.

"It was my fault."

With that she started her story.

*****

EARLIER…

"So," you said that hot, humid afternoon, and Rowena knew right away you wanted something. It was your go-to sentence starter for when you needed favors.

"What do you want?" she asked in a cautious, suspicious tone. You had a tendency to ask for quite ridiculous things. 'I can't do that,' she was preparing to answer. One of her usual responses to your demands, along with 'I will not sacrifice a virgin for your nonsense' and 'The internet lied to you.'

This time, however, what you wanted wasn't of magical nature.

And, instead of a demand, it was more of an offer.

"There's this nightclub," you said, a touch uncertain. Testing the waters.

Rowena cocked up an eyebrow, curious. "Okay?"

"It's called Illuminae," you continued in the same tone. As if you were expecting to be interrupted at any moment, to be told you were annoying and to stop wasting her time. "It's just outside of town, maybe a fifteen minute drive. It's apparently supernatural-only. I was thinking maybe we could check it out tonight?"

Rowena stared.

You blinked innocently.

She kept staring.

You responded with an awkward smile.

A nightclub? You wanted to go to a nightclub? A supernatural one at that?

Who were you and what had you done with her Y/N?

"You want to go to a nightclub?" Rowena echoed her thoughts aloud, her face the picture of confusion, of sheer bafflement. You barely wanted to go to a restaurant. Sometimes she had to promise you sex in order to get you out of the house. What in hell was going on?

You blushed. Shuffled your feet nervously. "I just wanna see what it's like."

She shot you a look that said, loud and clear, try harder.

You sighed. Your eyes traveled downwards, to your naked feet on the floor. Stuck to your toenails like glue. A deafening, suffocating silence settled over the room for a few moments before you dared yourself to break it.

"You haven't been well lately. I know you've been having nightmares. I woke up to you crying a few times, but I pretended to be asleep. I knew you didn't want me to pry, so I didn't. And yesterday — you had a flashback, didn't you? You didn't say anything, but your face… I knew that look. Lana — that witch I've been chatting with online — mentioned Illuminae, so I thought we could check it out. Get your mind off things, y'know?"

Rowena was flabbergasted.

You'd noticed she was in distress. Noticed the change in her, in her body language. You'd noticed and you didn't say a word for you respected her privacy so much.

She could cry.

She wanted to, but she willed the tears back, forced her face to remain neutral, as blank as possible.

She'd tried so hard to keep everything she'd been going through a secret. She knew how worried you got when she wasn't well, so she kept it to herself. Hid it to the best of her ability.

She should have anticipated this. You were always good at reading her, at figuring out how she ticked. Nothing that concerned her went past you. You knew her like no one else did — like no one else had ever tried to know her. You cared about her with your entire heart and mind and soul. You loved her.

How could you not have noticed?

"Never mind. It's stupid," you said after a few moments of silence.

"No," Rowena said. Her voice sounded strange, more like that of a stranger than her own. As if someone had possessed her body and was speaking through her, for her. "It's not stupid."

She reached for your hand. You let her take it, and she squeezed it with both of hers as if holding on for dear life.

"I think it's a marvelous idea."

You perked up. "Really?"

Rowena grinned, big and bright. Happy. "Aye."

"We don't have to go. It was just a suggestion. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything."

"I know, dearest. I want to go."

It was a great opportunity.

You were right — it would take her mind off her problems, at least for a short while.

Most important of all: you thought of it. You suggested it for her benefit. Even though you hated going out, especially to places crowded with people, you wanted to go out for her. Because you cared. Because you loved her and wanted to cheer her up.

How could she say no to that?

You flashed your brightest smile, face lit up with joy. "It's a deal, then!"

"It is," Rowena confirmed. "What have I done to deserve you?"

"You're you," you replied with a shrug.

Laughing, she pressed her mouth to yours. Sealed the deal with a long, heated kiss.

It was going to be an amazing night.

*****

NOW…

"I should have said no," Rowena said.

"You couldn't have known what was gonna happen," Sam said softly.

Maybe so. But she'd still said yes. She'd agreed to go, anticipated it even.

She was a bloody idiot!

She sucked in a breath. Swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat, thick and heavy. Dug her dirty nails into her thighs.

"I need a shower," she announced, more to herself than to the brothers.

The two of them exchanged a look.

"Uh, sure," Sam said, uncertain how to respond.

"You do that," Dean agreed.

Without another word, she got up and left for the bathroom. She would tell them what happened later. Now, she had to clear her head a bit. Get this filth off her. Clean her body, at the very least, if she couldn't do the same for her guilty conscience.

*****

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jung1one · 5 years

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Memories of You

➺ summary: because every picture tells a story

➺ paring: jihoon/reader

➺ genre: low-key angst?? idk ahh

➺ word count: je ne sais pas

A/N: I thought this would be a cute (actually it’s kinda sad now that I think about it) idea for a story so hope you all agree haha

It had been a month since you and Jihoon parted ways. A month since he last saw you. A month since he last kissed you. A month since he last broke your heart.

He can still picture that day in his head. A painful breakup, resulting with two hearts, so broken that the strongest glue in the world wouldn’t be able to bring its pieces back together. As much as he wishes to forget you, everywhere he looks, it’s you. The bed, the cup, even when he closes his eyes, you’re there. That day has been replaying in his head for a month, from the moment the sun rises until the moment it sets, creating an emotionless boy, who isn’t able to smile, laugh, or even cry.

He does paint on a smile and a laugh in front of his friends though, not wanting to worry them.

But due to the fact that he was the one to break up with you, they all thought he was fine. He’s the one who fell out of love with you right? He's the one that wanted to focus more on his career.. right?

I mean, at least that’s what he told them.

After dance practice for Treasure 13, Yedam ran to Jihoon, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, “Aye Jihoon, we’re going to go to Byounggon’s house after practice, you’re coming right?”

“Sorry, I’m so tired. If I go I’ll probably just ruin the fun.”

“C’mon just sleep at his house if you get tired, we all haven’t hung out with Seunghun and Byounggon since ygtb ended.”

“Yeah that’s true.”

“So you’re coming?”

“Do I even have a choice haha.”

Yedam brings his lips up into a big smile, hugging Jihoon, so happy that all his friends have a chance to hang out again after such a busy schedule.

Jihoon on the other hand, while being a bit excited about finally hanging out with his friends again, was completely terrified of the fact that this was the first time going out of the dorm, except for the studio, since you guys have broken up. A month since he met up with his friends for fun. A month since he actually had fun. He was terrified if he could even have fun ever again.

But time passed by quick and soon he ended up sitting on Byounggon’s couch, hugging a pillow and talking to his friends about what movie they should watch.

“No. You know I can’t watch scary movies.”

“Junkyu if you can live through ygtb I think you can live through watching The Conjuring.”

They ended up with just watching Train to Busan (”If I can’t sleep tonight and keep you guys up then you only have yourselves to blame” -Junkyu) and all the boys were completely sobbing at the end of it. Except one.

“Jihoon what the heck how are you not crying,” Hyunsuk asks, blowing his nose into what appeared to look like Junkyu’s beret

He shrugged. Not knowing how to respond.

“Jihoon didn't cry? Mr. Crybaby?” Junkyu teases, while also punching Hyunsuk in the arm

“I guess it just wasn't sad enough for me?”

“Pft this isn’t fair, you look all tough now because we all cried. Hey whoever makes Mr. Tough over here cry first wins” Byounggon whipped out phone and began looking for sad videos on youtube that can get some tears out of his friend.

The other boys followed his lead and soon ended up with Jihoon watching sad videos left and right, from cute animal videos to sad asian commercials that always get people choked up (a/n: don’t tell me you don't know what I’m talking about).

But nobody won.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I haven’t really been able to cry every since Y/N-”

He looked down at the ground from the sound of your name coming out of his mouth. A sound he didn’t expect to hear himself utter for a long time.

Seunghun looked at him, worried about his best friend, “Hey hoon, you alright?”

The boys gathered around him and looked at him with both confusion, thinking Jihoon was completely over you, and sympathy, worrying if their friend is hurt.

“Yeah I’m fine, I guess I just kinda miss being in a relationship. It was really nice having someone around me all the time, taking pictures together, being together. I just miss the relationship aspect of it all, not her, don't get me wrong.”

“Um, I don’t know if this’ll help at all but if you miss that then I have that photo album that y/n left here. After you guys broke up I wasn't sure if I should’ve still given it to you but she was going to give it to you for your anniversary. Do you want to me to go get it?” Byounggon asks, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking if this was an okay thing to bring up.

Jihoon’s eyes eagerly shoot up, “Yes, please, can I see it?”

Byounggon brings back a fully packed white photo album, the cover having both of your names written on it in calligraphy, below it saying, “3 years of you and me” The boys continued to find another movie to watch as Jihoon began opening the cover, welcomed by the first picture you two took together.

A selfie: his arm wrapped around your neck, your cheek pressed against his cheek, and both of you laughing so hard that your eyes are shut:

He smiles, reliving the memory hidden in the picture:

“Y/N, this is probably your best first date ever, let’s be real.”

“Yes because you forgetting your wallet and me having to pay for ice cream for the both of us AND having to pay for yours again because you dropped it just screams best date ever.”

Jihoon gives you an annoyed look, making you laugh and link your arm with his and lean your head against his shoulder.

“I’m joking, this has been amazing Jihoon,” You smile up at him and he looks down, blushing.

“Hmph, I told you.” He kisses the top of your head and leans his head on top of yours, both of you sitting on the park bench looking out onto the sunset, “and there’ll be 100 million more best dates after this. Just you wait.”

He flipped the page, the next picture was one of his favorites. You were making breakfast and he had his arms wrapped around you from behind, his head was softly placed on your shoulder as he watched you cook. It was a really nice picture, the sun was hitting your face making you look absolutely breathtaking, and you were wearing his sweatshirt. It was just a normal sweatshirt when he wore it but whenever you wore it, it looked stunning:

The morning sunlight acted as your alarm as you both woke up in each others arms. Jihoon pulls himself into your chest, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to wake up.

“Jihooon.”

“No.”

You giggled at his blunt remark and brought your hand up to brush his hair.

“Jihoon we have to wake up, you gotta get ready for your lessons and I have work.”

You hear him groan into your chest and he brings his head out to look up at you, smiling.

“You're so pretty y/nnn.”

You blush at the sudden compliment, “Ew Jihoon, it’s too early to be cheesy.”

“I’m only cheesy because you're pretty, if you don’t want me to be cheesy then you’ll have to be not pretty which is impossible so looks like you’re stuck with cheesy me.”

“You are such a dork.”

“I call you pretty and you call me cheesy and a dork, this is bullying. I won’t condone it. I think you’re going to have to make up for it and make me chocolate chip pancakes."

“Oh really, and what if I don’t”

“Well then I’m sorry but I will be forced to go tell on you to Yoonbin who will be very mad at you for bullying his favorite person in the world.”

“I swear Jihoon,” you say, pulling him off of you and putting on one of his sweatshirts, “you’re lucky I love you.”

Jihoon smiles, watching you put on his clothes and walk out the room, getting ready to make him food.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this happy in his life. He finally has someone to laugh with him when he’s happy, hold him when he’s sad, cuddle with him when he's tired, rant with him when he's angry, and love him the way he loves you. He was absolutely so downright in love with you that it scared him. But he knew with you by his side, nothing in the world could be terrifying.

Curiously, he flipped to the very last page, his heart beginning to ache with what he saw

It was a picture of the day before that day. The day before the day he cried more than he has in his life. The day before the day his heart permanently broke. The day before the day he lost you:

“Jihoon, I’m going to have to talk to you about y/n”

“Yes, what about her.”

“You’ll be debuting soon, in a group that already has millions of fans. You know what having a girlfriend will do to your image. To your group’s image.”

Jihoon sat there, hearing what his manager said over and over again in his head, thinking that he probably just misinterpreted it or something.

“So you’re telling me I’m just going to have to keep it private right?”

“No. I’m saying you’re going to have to break up with her. Keeping it private is too risky for rookies.”

He began to start feeling as if the world was running out of air to breathe, “But we’ve been together for 3 years? I- I thought you said if I kept in down low then it wouldn't be a problem.”

“Jihoon, I know this is going to be hard but this is for your career. Trust me, having a girlfriend even if the public doesn’t find out will be hard once you’re an idol, especially because she’s not one. And you’re young, you’ll find someone else once you're older.”

His manager stood up, finishing the conversation and left the room.

The walk back home was one of the most agonizing experiences in his life.

How was he supposed to tell you?

Should he even listen to his manager?

Should he just hid your relationship?

But then he heard his manager saying, “your group’s image.” If he screws up, then not only he will go down, but all his friends. The ones who worked just as hard as he did will have their career’s ruined because of him.

The minute he walked in, you ran into his arms.

“Jihoon!! I got an A on my Chemistry exam!! The one you helped me study for!!”

You squeezed your arms around him and smiled against his chest.

Jihoon automatically wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, wanting to forget everything and just run away with you.

But his group rang into his head again. He couldn’t do this to them.

But could he do this to you?

Needing a moment to think he pulled away and asked you if he could have some alone time for a bit. You easily accepted, a bit worried, but didn’t question him.

Jihoon went into his room and sat on his bed, thinking. Not exactly creating a solution, but just thinking. He tried to think of loopholes in order to keep you but just couldn't.

“Am I stupid? Why can’t I think of anything.”

The only thing he could think of was you hating him. If you hate him, you’ll be mad at him, not sad because of the break up, right. You’ll just hate him and you won't be hurting..right. He didn’t care if he got hurt out of this, he just didn’t want you to.

So this was the only answer to this situation. Right??

Before he could even think about what he said to you and what you said to him after that, Jihoon immediately flipped back to the beginning. He landed on another beautiful picture. One with you two kissing in a big field. His arms wrapped around your waist and your- Wait. Why couldn’t he see the picture anymore? Why is it so blurry? What’s going on?

Jihoon brought his hand up to his eyes and immediately felt something wet.

Was he....crying?

He looked back down at the picture, drops soon beginning to splatter on it. He attempted to wipe them away but they kept falling. He couldn’t see the picture. He desperately wanted to see the picture. No, He desperately needed to see the picture.

No.

He desperately needed to see you.

Soon tears flowed down and wouldn’t stop. His cheeks started to become drenched and Jihoon couldn't do anything about it, but just sit there.

“Hey guys guess what.”

The boys look back at Jihoon and gasp.

“I win.”

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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Slimey Disasters

idk what this is its jus chaos. spot deals with so much of race’s shit poor guy

Warnings: Dumbassery

Ships: Platonic Ralbert, Javid

Editing: nnnnnnnope

Albert opened the door to his and Race’s apartment, praying that Race had read his mind and started on dinner. His stomach rumbled audibly as he hung up his coat on its hook, before wandering down the hallway towards the kitchen. He could see the light on under the doorway and a hopeful smile spread across his face. Maybe his prayers had been answered after all and Race really was cooking. He eagerly pushed open the door, then froze. Race was on his hands and knees on the tile floor, bent over a kiddie pool. Empty gallon jugs of glue were scattered around him and he was holding a large box of borax in one hand.

“Race,” Albert said, slowly, “What are you doing?”

Race jumped violently and borax puffed out of the box, coating his face and curls, “Albert, hi! I didn’t think you’d be back yet.”

“Are you making slime?” Albert asked, wrinkling his nose.

Race blushed and looked down at the kiddie pool, “No?”

“You definitely are,” Albert moved to kneel next to him, staring into the sea of almost-slime, “What were you planning to do with this once you finished?”

“Swim in it,” Race stated, adding some water into the mixture and resuming his previous action of stirring, “Or like, I don’t know, dump it off our fire escape onto Jack and Davey’s.”

“You’ve been watching way too many slime videos, man,” Albert said, sitting back on his heels and watching as Race added purple and blue food coloring.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“You’re basic.”

“Common knowledge.”

“And a loser.”

“What are you, five?”

“Asshole.”

“That’s a little better.”

“Fuckwipe.”

“Ooo creative.”

“Annoying bitch with whom I live for some unknown reason.”

“You asked me to move in.”

“Yeah, but that’s just ‘cause I was desperate.”

“That’s a lie, you love me.”

“I do.”

“Do you two ever shut the fuck up- what the fuck is that,” Albert and Race turned around to see Jack standing in the doorway of the kitchen, Davey looking over his shoulder.

“Is that...slime? In a fucking swimming pool?” Davey asked, squinting to get a better look.

“It is indeed,” Race said, patting the newly formed slime, “Did you two need something? How did you get in?”

“The door was unlocked,” Jack said, matter-of-factly.

“So you just...walked in?” Albert asked.

“We wanted to see if Race had made any food,” Davey said, stepping into the kitchen and leaning down to observe the mass of slime, “We didn’t go shopping this weekend, so we have nothing in the apartment. Hey, Race, quick question.”

“Shoot,” Race said, slipping off his socks and cuffing up his jeans.

“What are you planning to do with- oh,” They all watched as Race carefully stepped into the pool of slime.

“I had the vague intention of scaring the shit out of you and Jack by dumping this onto your fire escape, but then you showed up, so I went with my original plan of swimming in it.”

“How exactly does your thought process work?” Jack asked, settling at Davey’s side, “Because I feel like we could do an entire psychology study on it.”

“I have before, I got an A,” Albert said, also slipping off his socks.

“You’re kidding,” Davey said in disbelief.

“I am, but I feel like I would get an A if I did.” Albert rolled up his pants and stepped into the pool next to Race, “What the fuck this feels fucking weird.”

“Ooo, I wanna try,” Jack said, an excited smile spreading across his face as he kicked off his sandals.

“Jackie, no- Jesus,” Davey ran a distressed hand through his hair as Jack joined Albert and Race in the slime.

“Ho-ho-holy fuck this is almost therapeutic,” Jack said, stomping around, “Davey, you gotta try it. Your stressed ass could use some decompressing.”

“Jackie I’m not getting into the pool-”

“-Please?”

“No.”

“C’mon,” Jack whined.

“No.”

“I’ll let you bottom tonight.”

“Jack Kelly!”

“Shut up!” Race exclaimed, reaching down and picking up a handful of slime, “I don’t want to hear about y’alls sex life.” He threw the slime, intending to hit Jack.

“Hey guys-oomph!” The four men watched in horror as the slime flew right past Jack and hit Spot, who had just come home from class, in the face.

“Uh oh,” Race murmured as Spot furiously wiped the slime out of his eyes, “Gotta run!” He bolted out of the pool and darted out of the kitchen.

“Racetrack Higgins, I’m gonna murder you!” Spot shouted, running after Race.

“So,” Albert said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “I think we have a frozen pizza in our freezer.”

Davey sighed, “I’ll get it started.”

****

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jordmacwriting · 6 years

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Race x Conlon!Reader

A/N: k i’ve been craving some fics where Race is like in love with someone who’s related to Spot like can you imagine that anywayyyy

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Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1148

-you were Spot’s little sister

+and though you knew how to fend for yourself, that boy is dang protective of you

-all the newsies in Brooklyn know not to hurt you

+and those that give you papers won’t mess with you like they do the other newsies in fear of Spot hurting them

-when Jack came to Spot, begging for help with their strike, you begged with them

+you respected the Manhatten newsies a lot

+you were really frustrated when Spot turned them away

-give it a few days and next thing you know, the rest of the newsies are packing up and leaving at maybe like 5 in the morning

-you’re extremely confused so you get up and run to where Spot sleep

+“Spot, where are you goin’? Where is everybody goin’?”

+“Manhatten, you stay here, it’s safer.”

+“Spot. No. I’m goin’ wit you. Brooklyn newsies stay together.”

+“Yeah, of course, but if you get hurt, that’s on me.”

+“I’ll stay safe. I promise Spot. Just let me come with you.”

+“Fine. Hurry up and get ready.”

-the trek to Manhatten wasn’t too long so you got there soon

-Spot found the lodge house and practically busted the door down

+the newsies were getting ready to sell so they saw the door and practically scrambled up the stairs

-one stays at the bottom of the stairs, all blond curly hair peeking out from underneath his hat, and blue eyes sparkling

+he notices you too

+“Hiya doll.” he mutters, putting a cigar in his mouth, walking closer to you

+“Watch it Racer, she’s Spot’s sistah.” another boy says with crazy red hair

+a look of fear rushes across Racer’s face, making you laugh

+Spot is annoyed

-Race walks up to Spot and looks down at him

+the height difference makes you laugh a little bit

+ “So, Spot, I hear you’se da King of Brooklyn,” he says. “Well, you better not be lookin’ for an upgrade, ‘cause I’m da King of New York”

+this kid is wearing a wild grin until Spot cracks his knuckles, in which the boy backs down

-a more nerdy boy runs through the door and comes face to face with your brother

+he’s just as terrified as the other boys

+you remember him as Davey and go up to him and shake his hand

+“Spot, what are you doing here?”

+ “We’re here to help you. A rally tonight. ‘Cause we’re all here, da other newsies of New York will come. Your welcome.”

+ “Seriously? I need to find Jack. We’ll be there tonight.”

-Davey books it out of the lodge and you look around with the same cold stare that Spot wears

+“Don’t go to work boys. We’re gettin’ ready for tonight.”

-the rest of the day is spent getting the word out to the other newsies

+the blonde boy, Racer, sticks to your side like glue

+ “Spot Conlon’s sister, huh? That ought da be fun.”

+ “It is...most times. He’s pretty overprotective. I wasn’t s’posed to come to Manhatten wit everybody else. He thought it was to dangerous.”

+ “Well...if it gets dangerous, I can protect you.”

+only now do you realize he’s inching closer to your face and you kind of start to move just a little bit closer as well

+your noses are almost touching when Race is almost thrown away from you

+ “Hey Racer, stay away from my sister.”

+Spot cracks his knuckles just to show that he’s not messing around and Race scrambles up and runs away

-you’re obviously frustrated

+“Spot….seriously? You have to scare every boy away?”

+“He’s a playa’, (Y/N), isn’t it obvious.”

+“Ay, I don’t care. He’s cute.”

-you push Spot out of the way and run after Race

-so at this point, it’s obvious to everyone that Racer’s got a crush on the King of Brooklyn’s little sister

+you guys have known each other for only like three hours

+but still, he’s got it bad for you

-the rally happens

+Jack shows up after being gone for a couple days

+and next thing he knows he’s saying to call of the strike and gets paid by a bunch of guys

-Spot is livid

+tells all the Brooklyn newsies to get out of here

+which includes you

-Race begs you to stay

+so while all the other newsies leave, you sneak into the lodge

+Spot is staying in a room there, but what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him

-Race and you stay up the whole night, on a terrace underneath the penthouse where the infamous Jack Kelly sleeps

+because you stayed up so late, you are able to see Katherine and Jack up on the penthouse

+you see their whole romantic situation and how Katherine now has an idea about what to do for the strike

-before they can tell all the newsies, you and Race run in, waking up everyone in the lodge

+Spot walks in, very groggy, rubbing his eyes

+and when he adjusts to everything in the room, the first thing he sees is you and Race, hand in hand

+“(Y/N)! You were s’posed to go back with da boys!”

+“Yeah, I was s’posed to, but I didn’t!”

+“(Y/N), you go home right now!”

+ “No, I said I’d help the newsies here, and I’m going to..anyway. Jack and Katherine know how to help with the strike!”

-right as you say that, Jack and Katherine walk down, hand in hand

-the newsies all crowd around to hear the plan

+then they all get dressed and start to head out for the printing press

-Spot tells you to stay at the lodge until the circulation bell rings, or someone comes and gets you

+then he leaves

+Race comes up to you, giving you a quick hug

+“Good luck Racer”

+you give him a small peck on the cheek, leaving him flustered and with a smirk on his face

-you stay up the whole time everybody’s gone, on edge about what might just happen next

+around nine, a shorter and younger boy, Les runs into the lodge with Elmer, you believe, to come get you

-they take you to newsie square, where Jack is with the the Theodore Roosevelt as well as Pulitizer, announcing that you won

+everybody cheers

+the square is super crowded, and you just want to find Race

-you look over and see Jack and Katherine kissing

+not a surprise to you since you saw it the night before

+and you feel a tap on your shoulder

+you turn around and it’s Race

+ “Heya doll.”

+ “Hey Racer.”

-next thing you know, you’re in a dip, Race’s lips on yours and you kiss back, despite your brother probably being around, ready to beat Race up

+once Race and you part, he brings you back up from the dip and pumps his fist in the air

tag// @ben-cook-can-cook @maiawakening @king-of-newyork @broadwayandbookblog @infinity-fandom-trash @and-a-snip @kingsofyewnork @blytheandherbrain @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon @percyjacksonlover2109 @brunette-kween @justgivemehalfacup @purplelittlepup

QOTP: If you were a sibling of a Newsie, who’s sibling would you like to be?

AOTP: Either a Jacob’s sibling or a Kelly sibling.

#newsies #racehiggins #race higgins #racetrack higgins #racetrackhiggins #racexreader #race x reader #racetrackxreader #racetrack x reader

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honeymoon-changb · 6 years

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And I love you.

A Johnny scenario.

genre: fluff, i guess, failed attempt at comedy

A/N: idk why i’m putting this here lmao i’m not a legit author but yea i wrote this a whileeeee ago in notes on my phone and just found it again and decided to post it cuz i didn’t have the balls to share it before; it’s kinda cheesy but i guess i was feeling all fluffy about John ay also pls note English isn’t my native language so if you see any grammar errors etc - that’s why. Anyway, enjoy y’all (if anyone reads this at all lmao wishful thinking)

Haechan was sat cross-legged on the living room couch, a big Lion King mug in one of his hands (that’s Taeyong's latest purchase) and his phone in the other one. In sheer attempt to kill the boredom of the off-days, he boy was watching one YouTube video after another as he took loud sips of a warm beverage. Not a pleasant scene for those who get easily irritated by slurping or munching sounds, mukbang haters. You have just finished washing up after the downside of hot-cholocate drinking culture - which was the prepration process - and made your way to the living room, where honey-skinned boy was now joined by the roomies TY Track and the-1-and-only Johnny. You stood in the back, unnoticed, and listened.

"You made hot chocolate for yourself only?" the friendly giant said in a sulky tone.

"Y/N's the one who made it." Haechan replied, not even bothered to grace Johnny with his gaze.

"For you only? Y/N, since when is Haechan your favorite!?" Johhny screamed, not realizing how close you were. You coughed to get their attention, before opening your mouth.

"Huh, psh, pffft, my-my what? How dare you accuse me of favorism, I dOnT have a favorite?" you winked at Haechan, who, what a surprise!, was actually blessing you with his attention. In response to your purposefully over-the-top dramatic acting, Mr. John Seo played heartbroken.

"AH! I can't believe you. All these nice things you've said to me, they must have been lies, and I was but a fool who believed to be someone special in your life!" he cried out, almost literally.

"Oh, don't you call me a liar, now, mister!" you replied, waving your finger at the boy. "Look... if I was gonna make enough hot cocoa for y'all, we'd need a barrel of milk." you added, less dramatically, to actually make this conversation into something more than just jokes on jokes.

"I didn't even know we had cocoa powder?" Taeyong spoke, to whom you replied:

"You didn't. I got some on my way here."

"What for, if you're not gonna make any for us..." the tall jokester said, or rather spat under his breath as if he didn't really want you to hear. Oh, but you did. Before you could reply to this snarky remark, though, a wild Mark appeared, joining this pity party.

"It smells like heaven in here." he said, with the typical, cutesy Mark smile on his face.

"Must be the hot chocolate ONLY HAECHAN is drinking." Youngho, the saltiest child on earth, said.

"Yum, I'd love some hot cocoa." Mark said, unaware of how long this convesation has been going on and how annoyed, yet amused you were feeling, especially because of John's pricesless commentary. And he just had to go on.

"Ya, tell me about it, man..." he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, hands placed on his chest and he really did look hurt, the little actor. "I just feel so saaaaaad... like there's a hole inside of me and hot chocolate is the only things that could ever glue the pieces my broken heart together." he cried out again.

"Oh, oh, I get that feeling, too." what came as surprise, Taeyong played along.

"Yeah, and it seems like only YOU have the power to heal us, to put us out of our misery, Y/N." Seo continued. Mark must have caught up on the game, as he joined in, saying

"Have mercy on us, Y/N!" You felt like you were going out of your mind, dealing with these whiny boys who were now all gathered around you, staring at you with big pouts on their pretty faces.

"Oh MY GOD, you guys are driving me insane!" you snapped, loudly laughing (and maybe lowkey dying inside). "Yes, fine, okay, AL-RIGH-TY-YO! I will fill your whiny asses with my heavenly hot-cocoa, but boy do I pray that it'll not only glue your bRoKeN piEcEs together, but your mouths as well." you shook your head left to right at them.

"THANK YOU" Johnny said, fake crying. You were almost convinced he’s about to fall to his knees and repeat himself, but luckily for eveyone witnessing, he didn’t. You shook your head at him even more intensely.

"On one... no... on two conditions, though." all three of them looked at you intrigued as to what they'd have to do to have you bless them with your original-family-recipe hot chocolate. "First, since you're all outta milk, you have to go get some at the store and by some I mean multiple boxes because there's so many of you all living under one roof, you damn plague..."

"Sounds fair." commented Mark.

"...and two..." you smirked. "...two, you have to praise and compliment me in 3... 2... 1... Go!" And the boys did as they were told, which made it quite difficult to actually make out what the sweet words were, even harder when Haechan joined in after you confirmed he could get more hot chocolate. But then everything went dead silent as Johnny's raised voice delivered these four words,

"and I love you."

It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it weren't for the fact you two have never exchanged this confession before, as you were dealing with the friends-turned-lovers type of situation, never actually calling each other boyfriend or girlfriend, hell, never really discussing your feelings, just enjoying each other's company and all the benefits that came with it when different needs arose. The momentary silence contributed to the air becoming suffocatingly heavy with a mix of anxiety and a dash of awkwardness, as you were caught off guard with this sudden avowal of feelings, and the confessor himself appeared to be unsure. Not unsure of his feelings, as you would have thought, because it's not like you didn't care about one another in this way. He must have felt unsure of why these words rolled off his tongue in a middle of such commotion. He panicked and decided it was best to flight from the scene, and so he pretended to be called by Jaehyun. You decided to act as well, so you made the decision to get the milk in the supermarket yourself.

"Mark, Mark, let's go to 7-Eleven, the milk isn't gonna buy itself, now, is it?"

"Aye, sure." Mark replied hasily, stuck in fluster over this incident. He now was continuously wondering about all of this. He obviously wasn't with you guys all the time, so he didn't know whether you ever confessed before or what was truly going on between you - obviously, since you never talked about what you felt for each other with one another, why would you with other people. This was something no one could know but you, and the way things got so awkward just a minute ago enhanced his confusion. He wasn't sure if it was okay to talk about this or if you wanted anything but, so he kept quiet. But man, did you wish he'd start a conversation... This silence forced you to stay in your head, feeling a little panicky. You, too, felt unsure and uneasy at this moment. You surely cared about Johnny and spending time with him was truthfully you favorite way of pushing through one day after another, but love... has always been something that confused you a little, because what even is love? Too many people threw this word around like it was nothing, so how does one figure out whether it's something serious or something you can say just so lightheartedly like you’re talking about your favorite cereal? Your lifelong history of having a hard time trusting and opening up to people wasn't helping in this situation at all. And since Mark wasn't going to intiate the dialogue, you decided to do so, before you dig too deep into your anxious thoughts.

"What's your favorite music video you've done so far?" you asked to somehow break the silence, and by him raising his thin brows, you could tell he did not expect you to do so. He laughed, brushing his hair.

"Hm, that's a good question, why don't you answer it first so I can think of my answer."

"What's my favorite MV of NCT's?" you asked rhethorically, since you knew that's what he meant, so you proceeded to share the response before he even nodded in reassurence. "Gotta be the rough version of Limitless. I love the retro style too much, I love everything about it."

"Yeah, that's a good one!" he cheered. "Me, I think for now I'm gonna have to say "Boss" 'cause we got to go to Ukraine to film and that's a travel destination I never thought of visiting, but it was beautiful and so interesting."

"Ahh! I've watched the behind-the-scenes and, not gonna lie, I felt a little jealous. I love to travel." you responed.

"You do?" he continued, to which you nodded. "If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?" You squinted your eyes and held your fingers up to your chin, expressing you're thinking of an answer in movie-like manner.

"Right now, I'm feeling like... Hawaii." you finally said. He seemed so interested in your answer.

"Wah, it'd be so cool to go there some day."

"Yea, it's like a piece of paradise on Earth."

Unexpectedly, this converation initiated by you made the grocery shopping escapade the most pleasant one you've ever gone on, and Mark accompanied you even after you came back to the dorm and started making the crazy amounts of world's most comforting drink for the bunch of sulky idol kids you were so thankful to have become friends with. The living room was now filled with more members than before; sounds of a video game played by Yuta versus WinWin could be heard over a heated conversation happening between Doyoung and Jaehyun; Taeil sat alone at the dinner table, scrolling intensely on his phone; even Renjun and Chenle, who must've escaped the Dream dorm to hang out at their hyungs' place, were there, leaning over the couch behind Haechan who was still messing with his mobile; and Taeyong just joined, with a slightly-shocked expression on his face as he saw so many people gathered in one medium-sized living room. It’s like everyone was there... except for your Johnny - and that struck you with anxiety. Finishing your duty as the hot-chocolate-assosiation head chef, you poured the drink into all the cups you could find and with help of your convo-partner, served it to the others by placing it on the large dinner table and having Haechan shout "HOT CHOCO Y'ALL" as he saw you put the trace down. You went up to Taeyong to ask about Johnny jist to have him lead you to their shared bedroom, where you found the target sat on the bed, looking quite distressed.

"I made you an extra-large cup of hot cocoa so if you don't come out to join the party, it'll just turn into cold cocoa." you said with a smily expression. "And most likely end up being consumed by Haechan anyway." You made your boyfriend laugh for a second, but that quickly turned back to the colon-slash emoji expression. It was the image of someone who's seriously bothered by a mess of thoughts. And everyone knew what it was all about. He sighed before opening his mouth, letting a fistful of words hastily fall out.

"Look, I know it was so wrong or weird to say that, especially so randomly and under such circumstances and I don't even know why it came out of my mouth right then and there, and then I made it even worse by panicking and stupidly escaping, like what kind of pers-"

"And I love you, too." you cut him off, finally returning the confession. It took him by surprise, but it was a pleasant one, like when you r mum is the only person to call you on your birthday but then it turns out it’s because your friends were busy throwing you a secret birthday part. And you didn't just say those words because you felt you were compelled to do so. You meant it, as you figured it out just two minutes ago, when you stood in that room filled with too many people you dearly care about and yet felt some sort of emptiness, because he wasn't there. He appeared to be at a loss of words, which was a rare occurence for Johnny Seo. He was just smiling, looking at you, and you felt so sure now, you were in love."I always felt nervous when we kissed on those days where I'd think too much about the meaning of love, or what it should be like, what the movies and books have taught me, and how maybe I'd never be ready to open up, be this or be that, how I may ruin it all one day, this friendship, because I was careless enough to let myself cross this line and engage in romance. You see, I've never been with anyone before and it's not like I never had the chance to date, it's that I convinced myself it's better to be alone, because being with somebody is too hard, too risky, too complicated and I hated the idea of that... but it isn't like that at all with you. It's just so easy with you, on those days where I don't let my thoughts enhance the fire that lits up my anxiety, on those days where we just kiss through smiles and I feel the goddamn butterflies, it just feels so right. You and I, it feels so right, and I figured that it could be like that on all days, if I just let myself go, and it's so hard because I like control and I wired myself to believe I'm better off alone because that way I can't end up getting hurt, but for you I'd try and for you I'd take the risk. And now I realize that all of these things mean I'm, in fact, in love with you, and I love you." The raw monologue turned out better than you thought, almost free of stumbling on your own words. He listened to you so intensely through all these words, watching your lips move and your eyes wander. Without responding, he got off the bed, stood up and slowly walked up to you, gazing into your eyes for what seemed like too-long of a moment, before he finally spoke, now with calmness in his voice. No more awkward rambling.

"The only time or reason I ever felt nervous was not knowing if you feel the same way. But now I do. I always felt at ease with you, it is just so right, like you said, I just feel so happy when I'm around you and these days I'm happy a lot with the life I'm lucky to be living, but you are a different kind of happiness... and that's how I knew. And, so, I love you." Now you were the one who couldn't say anything. Your gut was burning up and a shaky smile was glued on your face."Oh, and also, when I'm horny, I can't think about anyone else but you anymore." he added and you burst out laughing, him alike.

"Couldn't let this scene be all-too-serious, could you." you laughed.

"Nope." he said, with a goofy smile on his lips.

"Well, I think all that needed to be said, was, and I don't wanna rush things... but there's luke-warm cocoa to be drank..." you joked, too, making him laugh once again. The abolute U-turn this conversation took was just the perfectly accurate image of your relationship - almost never too serious despite serious feelings."I swear, if Haechan drank it, I'm gonna beat his shawty ass." you added as you turned around to open the door and make your way to the busy room.

"Babe, I think you're shorter than him."

"No, the proper response is 'Of course I'll help you beat his shawty ass up, babe'" you sassed as a reply.

"Sorry, I'll note it down and do better next time, mademoiselle."

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blackrosesfanfic · 5 years

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Chapter 189

Devin

My fucking day was delightful. I chuckle to myself walking into the house. I feel like some happy white man coming home to his American dream. Pure joy. The feeling not my family. They are dysfunctional as fuck. I wouldn't be surprised to see my son walking around with his dick out again.

"You were smoking?" Trey asks taking stuff out of the fridge.

"I thought you and your wife were going out."

He shrugs. "Changed our minds."

I lean on the counter. "I feel like a bitch nigga who done made up his mind to commit suicide."

"What?" Trey says staring at me. "You made any plans?"

"You some fucking interventionist? Why the hell that sounds so professional?"

Trey shrugs. "Your kids will miss you. I'll make MiMi my second wife."

"Aye, I'm cool with that if I'm dead. Shit, at least she rich without me."

"Nigga?" Trey says then starts laughing.

I stand up straight. "I am on some other shit right now. I like making business moves that MiMi will be proud of. It's the marriage shit got me thinking about her."

"Marriage do change your way of thinking. I need to find a way to trust my wife."

"Shit you rich. Pay somebody to follow her."

Trey laughs. "Drugs are bad."

"So one doctor saw that the other was driving to work everyday with a driver and the same car. So he find out he paid for a car from my company then he requested to have a similar car there for him at all times. Now I have 3 permanent drivers who are bringing tuition type money every month."

"Yo?" Chris says coming in the kitchen on the phone. "You not at nobody house. Cause I can see you. Why you playing, yo?"

"Look at this bitch." Trey says.

I laugh. "Your girl missing?"

Chris stares at me. "Nigga my girl left this house with your girl."

"My wife." I say nodding.

"And you cool about not knowing where your wife is? Amber where you at, yo?"

I stand up. "MiMi, not here?"

"No."

"Trey what are you doing?" I ask him as he takes more stuff from the fridge.

"Making a sandwich." he snaps.

I look at my phone then put it on the counter. "My phone dead. MiMi mad at me anyway so she won't tell me where she is."

"Is that all that got you so happy? Your new client?" Trey asks.

"My wife." I shrug.

Trey drops the spoon on the counter. "Why should I have to make my own sandwich?"

I look to see if he is serious. "I mean... If you want to eat."

"CiCi." Trey says on the phone now. "I need a sandwich made. You want a sandwich?"

"Me?" I say sitting up. "Yeah, let get a roast beef sandwich. Lettuce, tomato, mayo and mustard."

Trey walks out of the room repeating what I said. Who is going to clean up his mess? A few seconds later Forrest comes into the kitchen. Like a robot he starts putting the stuff into the fridge. Lane comes dragging his body into the kitchen whines. Forrest ignores him. Lane follows him. Trey walks back in the kitchen. He reaches out his arms. I was confused until I realized that he was carrying Minnie.

"Girl Baby." I say taking her. "You miss, Daddy?"

"Temaine?" Lane says letting go of Forrest. "Way you going?"

"Into the room, Daylan. Stop calling me Tremaine, nigga."

Lane starts whining like he had gotten fussed at. "Okay."

I stand up grabbing my phone. I go into Lane's bedroom. He has two beds in his room. One for him and one for JJ that fits under Lane's bed. JJ was lying on the bear in the middle of the floor. At least he has clothes on. I'm leaving him there. I take Minnie in the room. She was fussing before but by the time I get to the bed where her milk was she is sleep.

"Mom."

"Devin, I have been calling you all day."

I chuckle. "Oh really, beautiful?"

"Don't play with me. You said you would talk to your wife about visiting me."

"You know she ain't gonna come. Mom, call her."

She sucks her teeth. "To hear her say no."

"I played a joke on her today. She not talking to me." I say laughing.

"Bye, Devin."

I laugh. She hung up on me. My mother makes it hard for MiMi to get along with her. She does stupid shit like not talk to her. Don't disrespect MyAsia. Last thing you want to do. So if course they have problems. My father calls my phone next.

"Devil."

"Dad."

He sighs. "You know pictures aren't good enough. We have never met your daughter."

"You never seen my house either. How about I buy you tickets to come visit us."

"That's sounds..."

"What about the rest of the family, Devon?" My mother snaps.

He sighs. "You know your grandfather would love to see the new baby."

I laugh. "Dad, call MiMi."

"If I must." he says hanging up.

I close my eyes. It was only for a few seconds. I jump as it feels like Minnie falls from my chest. I scrunch up my face looking into the face of MiMi. She is on her phone. She laughs really loud then sits down putting Minnie to her nipple. She rolls her eyes and take a deep breath. I turn over on my side.

"Where you been?"

"Don't have your fucking parents calling me with bullshit. You know I'm not going to Chicago. Why can't they come down here? I don't understand why they always doing shit like that. Devin?"

I open my eyes. "Mookie."

"Shut up." She retorts.

"I told them, Moo." I say sitting up. "You know my dad always gets on the phone trying to please her."

MiMi rubs on her breast that Minnie was sucking. I lay back on the bed then sit up really fast. I had some good news for her.

"I have another 100,000 dollar contract."

"Who can afford to pay you that much money to drive a car?"

I stand up. "Part of it is for the car. The other part... I mean I only actually get $30,000 but 100,000 sounds good."

"30,000 dollars? So you making that times 3 plus the money driving people around everyday?"

"Plus security."

She smiles at me. "I'm proud of you."

"Don't say it like that."

"Say it like what?" she spats.

"Like I'm a fucking baby or some shit."

She rolls her eyes. "I said I'm proud of you. How the fuck else you want me to say it? Your problem is that nobody ever said it to you not how I said it."

I mean. I shrug it off. "Aight."

"I'm still proud of you."

"Thanks." I say staring at her.

She slowly turns her head to me. "Your son tries his best to act like you. I swear."

Lane walks into the room. He is licking on a popsicle in his underwear. He must have a fever. He stops in front of MiMi watching her breastfeed. After a few seconds he puts his hand on her boob. I start to say something. What that little nigga touching my wife for? He moves his hand.

"You milk in there?"

"Yes."

He holds his popsicle to MiMi mouth. "Eat it."

"Lane, I'm fine."

"K." he says walking out.

Cammie

How do you get your husband to glue himself to you? Sex. Trey is being extra annoying. It's 12 at night and him and Lane won't leave me alone. They are competing for my attention. They both walking around here with fevers. Trey's started 5 minutes ago and he acting like he dying. I try not to exhale as he lies down on me.

"You can't be on me if you have a fever, Tremaine."

"I don't have a fever."

I sigh. "I just checked your temperature. It said 100.9. That's not a fever?"

"I was eating my sandwich."

"Which is cold."

He slides down my body resting his head on my stomach. "It's from sex."

"That was 2 hours ago?"

"I back." Lane says getting on the bed with his ice cream. "Hey, Mommy."

I cut my eyes at him. "Hey, Lane."

He sits there pouting. I reach over and grab his arm pulling him closer to me. There is no need for all of this. He tries to put his head where Trey had his head. Trey jumps out of his sleep looking at Lane funny. Lane takes over the spot completely then starts eating his pedialyte popsicle.

"Tremaine." I chuckle as Trey stares at Lane. "Lay on your own pillow, not me. You are going to get hotter."

"I'm good." he says lying his head further down near my pussy.

I roll my eyes. How the hell am I supposed to sleep like this? I feel Lane's head. He swats my hand away from him then he quickly turns his head looking at me. I should slap him upside his head. He already knows to expect it. I roll my eyes at him. He starts whining then kicks his feet.

"Stop." Trey says in a very deep voice.

"K, sir." Lane says going back to eating his popsicle.

I close my eyes. Caden has been sleeping all night lately so he shouldn't be bothering me. I open my eyes. Trey had jumped up off the bed. What? He walks into the bathroom. I sigh then stand up. Why did he suddenly get sick? I lean on the doorframe watching him. He wipes his face with a towel leaving the water running. I thought he was throwing up or some shit. He cuts his eyes at me from the mirror. I roll my eyes and walk out.

"Jayla?"

"Tremaine." I say lying down.

Lane wasn't in the bed. Maybe I should go find him and check on him. I stand back up out of the bed. Trey was still in the bathroom. Shit keeps getting strange. I check Lane's bedroom. Sometimes he will sleep in his bed. Most times he won't. Tonight he was in his room but not in his bed. Forrest was in his bed. Lane was lying on his pillow pet blanket on the floor. He starts whining then stop. I'm taking him to the doctor in the morning. I go back into the bedroom. Trey is on the bed.

"Jayla?"

"Trey, say something. What?"

"Come here."

I pick up thermometer. "I need to take Lane's temperature. I'll be back."

He doesn't say anything. I take Lane's temperature. It was lower than earlier. I'm glad of that. I still want to see what he has going on. I turn to walk back to the bedroom. Trey is standing at the door watchjng me. I walk by him like I didn't see him. I turn around into him.

"You still acting sick?"

"I was never sick."

I sigh. "Okay, Tremaine. You having nightmares?"

He grabs me pulling me close to him. "Jayla."

"Stop calling my fucking name. Say something else. Don't say Jayla."

"Jayla."

I cover his mouth. "You don't feel hot anymore. What the hell was wrong with you earlier?"

"That." he says touching my pussy.

"Sex doesn't give you a fever."

"You ever took your temperature afterwards?"

"No." I say walking away from him.

He grabs my arm then lets it go. I go into Caden's room. I might end up putting Caden and Lane in the same room. Lane acts like everything in Caden's room is his anyway. It will give us an extra room for guest.

"Caden?" I say touching his chest. He was woke. "You just lying here quiet. What's the matter? Don't poke your lip out now that I'm talking to you."

He lets out a cry. I rub his chest. He already knows damn well I'm not picking him up because his butt wants to fuss. I turn around suddenly. Trey was standing behind me. He chuckles wrapping his atms around me. He must have saw Trey. He continues to pout. Trey bites my neck then he picks Caden up.

"Tremaine?"

"Cad, tell this lady to leave you alone. Why you up with your big eyes?"

Caden smiles at Trey then reaches for his face. Trey brings him closer to him so that he could get to his face. Caden brings his mouth to Trey's nose. He lets him try to bite his nose. I go to walk away. Trey stops me then puts Caden down. I chuckle. He really gonna put his son down to follow me around? Trey puts Caden down. Caden kicks his feet until Trey starts humming to him. Then he lied there doing nothing but looking around. Trey grabs my wrist. I don't know what for. I put my ass on his hand and mine. He stops humming.

"That's exactly what I want." He says grabbing my ass.

"You sick though."

He walks away from Caden. "Let me show you."

I scrunch up my face waiting for Caden to start crying. Nothing. I look around Trey. He put some spell on my child. Caden was lying there playing with his foot. There is no way he is letting me rub his belly then leave him lying there by himself. So is it my fault that my son is bad? Did I make Lane the way he is? I go over to Caden alone. He sees me but closes his eyes. I guess it doesn't matter now. His cute butt is sleepy.

"Jayla?" Trey says picking me up.

"I don't see how Caden cries for you then stops and let you walk away."

"He was crying for you. He couldn't see me. He never cries for anybody but you. Stop bullshitting."

I frown. "He... Tremaine. That would mean I'm the only one giving him want he wants."

"Look at Lane."

"He wouls whine to the wall if he felt like it."

Trey stands me up by the bed then chuckles. "Lane when I first met him was crying for you and acting like he couldn't walk. Stop acting like you suddenly realized that your kids hate for you to walk away from them. Why did Lane have a fit earlier?"

"Which time?"

"Cammie, stop acting like you this tough parent who don't take no shit off her kids. You get an attitude with Lane. Play with his emotions then he plays with your emotions. He don't get beatings anymore because he learned when to stop. He goes just as far as you let him. You teach him to be bad."

I push Trey. "Shut up."

He pushes me back onto the bed. "Lying ass."

"Tremaine."

"Let's see how this pussy taste tonight." he was grabbing my waistband

I put my foot on him. He just uses that to his advantage taking my shorts off. I didn't have on anything under them. I'm not feeling the fact that he said I'm the blame for Caden and Lane's attitude. Do they really copy me?

"Tremaine, I am a tougher parent than you. You barely spank Lane."

"But when I raise my voice he stops most of the times. Why beat him? And I never want to pop him when I'm about to leave." he kisses my thigh. "You not winning this."

I sigh. "I'm going to be meaner."

"Hold your breathe."

"You better hold yours."

He chuckles. I put my foot on his back. He was playing games kissing my thighs and nothing else. I feel like I never did what the therapist suggested I do. Be a mother and a wife instead of a nother and a wife when Trey is around. I think that I do it not to hurt myself. I don't like thinkinf about what he is doing when I'm not around. That life is just so far from what I want my life to be. I'm doing it again. The life I want is this life.

"Camila. I say your fucking nane 3 times and you don't say shit." Trey says pushing himself up from the bed.

"I..." I shrug.

I guess I just fucked up my good head. I giggle then turn over on my back. It's nothing to make it up to him. Trey is very easy to please. I turn my head looking behind me to see where he is. He was walking over to the bed on his cellphone. He smiles at it then he looks up at me still smiling.

"You made me text the wrong number."

"I didn't do nothing."

He gets on the bed. "I told Fab that I had a key for him when he get here."

"Who the fuck were you texting about keys? To what?"

"Your... Kain. You forgot already? He said that he knows a little something about painting and touch up work. Nigga probably never had a real job in his life."

I chuckle looking back at him. "His grandfather did that type of work."

"But him having a job?"

"You might be right. He young. Tremaine, I messed up my lips getting kissed?"

He lies his body on me. "You know all you got to do is ask."

I press my ass against him. "I kinda like dick more."

"Just fucking dick?" he snaps.

"Trem..." I sigh just slightly. "I like your dick better than your head."

He straddles me. He was naked now. I glance back at him. He was taking his shirt off. Damn, I feel like he delaying all of this on purpose. I move my ass under him. He leans down kissing my back.

"Tremaine."

"I can't get my shit up."

I turn a bit. "You a lie."

"Damn, if I really couldn't that would hurt."

"It would have been harsh." I laugh. "I'm sorry."

He isn't paying me any attention. What I was saying that is. He is focused on my body. I turn around lying my head on the bed. I move my hips up and down. He grabs my waist then he lifts it holding me close to him. Caden starts whining. I glance over at the monitor. Somebody was already in there. I reach for the monitor. Trey stops me leaning down entering me at the same time.

"Do... Tremaine." I focus on my point. "Did you see who that was?"

"Forrest."

I reach back towards him. He moves my hand then puts his hand under me grabbing my tittie. I shake my head. Hmm. Trey bites on my neck. I try to move him but he bites harder.

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Joker x Child!Reader Part 2

Hey guys! So here is part 2 to the Joker x Child!Reader. She is still the same age, adorably 6 coming up on 7. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! Love you all!!! Just letting y’all know, she doesn’t like the word mommy, so she gave Mr. J and Harley different calling names.

It may seem a bit rushed but uh, I have work at 5 lmao.

@princesspeach212 @n1ckv4lentine @fab-notfat @evyiione

I hope you guys like it!

WARNING: SWEARING

(Y/N)- Your name

(Y/N/N)- Your nickname

(F/L/C)- Favorite length color

(S/T)- Skin tone

It has been three months since the Joker dropped (Y/N) in Harley’s lap, and honestly he doesn’t know if he regrets it or not. He wont say it was his best decision, but it definitely wasn’t his worst. After (Y/N) went to sleep the first night she stayed in his penthouse, he pulled Harley and a few of his henchmen aside to tell them of the plan he and (Y/N) came up with earlier in the night, and surprisingly it worked out. The Joker told himself that was the real reason why he was letting her stay. She hasn’t brought trouble like he thought she would, and honestly he knows she will at some point.

He snickered at the thought, looking at the child who occupied his mind. For the last week she has been very quiet, freaking Harley out. For him it was just getting plain annoying. He watched her color in pictures from a book Harley stole for her. She certainly looked different from the last time he saw her. The first time he saw her she had bruises on her arms, dirt everywhere on her, torn up clothes, gross greasy looking hair and cuts all down her legs. Harley had managed to fix most of that. (Y/N) now had dyed (F/L/C) hair, was clean and healthy looking, her bruises are now a thing of the past, her destroyed clothes now replaced with one of his shirts that was made for skinnier person, and for humor batman boxers. Although her legs were a different issue, the scars wouldn’t leave but they did kind of blend in with her (S/T) so it wasn’t a problem.

The Joker watched (Y/N) continue to color and he felt anger bubble in him. He knew she could feel his eyes on her, she just choose to ignore him. It was no use reminding himself that she was only 6, because they both knew she was smarter than she let on. He watched her for a few more minutes before finally snapping. He shot up from his seat, slowly walking over to the young girl. He stopped in front of her sprawled out body on the ground, coloring away and ignoring him. “Ya know doll, it’s getting pretty quiet around here. Wanna tell me why?” (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders, not looking up at him.

The clown growled, leaning down and grabbing (Y/N) by the scruff, pulling her up to look her in the eyes, not noticing the fact that her feet left the ground completely. “Lookie cookie... I enjoy silence in my own home as much as the next guy, but when one doesn’t speak for at least a fucking week it gets a little annoying.” (Y/N) sighed and watched her clown with bored eyes. This seemed to calm the Joker a bit. “(Y/N/N)... come on tell daddy what’s goin on.” (Y/N) smiled a bit, bringing a smile to the Joker’s face. “That’s my girl, now come on.” He placed her back on the ground sighing, at least it was pretty easy to cheer her up. Just be honest and don’t act like you were just going to ignore it to make things better.

(Y/N) made a face that seemed to say she expected more. When he held out his hands to silently tell her to spit it out already she stomped her foot.

“You’re a clown! Why aren’t you funny?!”

A silence stretched through the room, the Joker’s nonexistent eyebrows raised high. “What...did you just say?” He watched her as she started pacing back and forth, his eyes wide with utter surprise and just plain confusion. “Look... you let me in your home Mr. Clown and I really like it.” She stopped in front of the couch and jumped up on it, facing him, her hands on her hips. “But you don’t make any funny jokes. Sure ya make me smile and giggle when you and Mrs. Clown act like my parents or when you fight over who gets to show me how to use a gun! But you aren’t that funny.” She huffed a bit, her face glowing.

The Joker felt sick to his stomach, not funny... not possible. He felt so whipped that something as simple as this bothered him. “Doll waddya mean not funny? I’m a such a god damn scream Gotham’s finest is always on my ass to perform at Arkham Asylum for em.” (Y/N) puffed out her cheeks and leaned forward a bit, pointing at him. “That is a lie and you know it. You only go to Arkham because people think you’re too crazy to go to jail.”

He had to hand it to her, she really wasn’t stupid.

“Okay... what IS funny to you huh? Tell the clown what I can do to make it all better.” (Y/N) thought for a moment... “Well... normal things ya know? Like... old school clown stuff.” The Joker nodded and chose his words carefully, “So you don’t want funny per say... just a clown... being a clown?” (Y/N) grinned up at him, “Yeah! But you can skip the big shoes... I don’t like em. They bring back bad memories.” She shook just a bit, like she had a chill go down her back. “Look Mr. Clown, just... put on a rodeo!” She smiled when the Joker nodded, lost in thought.

HARLEY’S POINT OF VIEW

She didn’t know how he did it, but he did like he always does.

“Like that sentence makes any sense.” Harley shook her head at her own thoughts and looked up from her phone, knowing she wouldn’t miss the signal from looking away for a few seconds. It was (Y/N)’s birthday and at the moment she was eating cake and explaining to Frost why all animals were good.

“I know some people favor some animals over others... but that’s just mean. All animals are nice right?!” Frost nodded, faintly smiling letting the kid ramble. “So what if you’re allergic, get over it and hug the kitty or puppy or shark!” Harley giggled. “We have Hyenas ya know, I don’t think Puddin’ will let ya get anotha pet.” (Y/N) pouted and played with her cake, listening to Frost as he spoke. “I have three cats and a ferret. You can come over and see them anytime.” (Y/N)’s head snapped up and she gasped, starting a new rant on how they should cure people from being allergic to animals opposed to killing them since if people were dead there would be less love to animals. Harley felt her phone vibrate and she jumped from he seat.

“AY COME HERE YOU TWO!” Frost took (Y/N)’s hand and walked her over in front of the TV and they both sat down. Harley turned on the TV and switched to Channel 9 news station. “What’s happenin’?” Harley looked down at her little angel and smiled, letting Vicki Vale speak.

“It seems like the Joker is running from Batman, but really what’s new about that. Only thing strange about this one is that he has a... red... cape... and Batman has Bull horns?!” Vicki stopped speaking and turned around to watch the scene unfold before her in confusion.

Harley smiled and watched as Mr. J bowed before batman -who yes had bull horns attached to his head with what seemed to be gorilla glue- and flicked a red cape back and forth, he looked back up and smiled when Batman charged him. He started running away from the capped man almost comically. Harley jumped when a loud laugh erupted next to her. She looked down at (Y/N) who was clutching her stomach, seemingly in pain. What confused Harley was the tears going down the child’s face as she wasn’t laughing hard enough to cry. “Baby what’s wrong?” She started to wipe away the tears, making (Y/N) look at her.

“I don’t really remember the last time someone gave me a birthday present.” Harley smiled softly, listening to her and watching her face change. “But now the dummy is gonna go to Arkham!” She pointed at the screen as the Joker was being placed in the Batmobile. Harley giggled as she looked back at (Y/N), “Don’t worry... it’s real easy to get em out. Happy Birthday cutie. Ya got your rodeo.”

#joker #jared leto #leto joker #Harley Quinn #joker scenario #birthday #rodeo #clown #joker's harley #Gotham #vicki vale #batman #man this is dumb #i have work to do #like actual trash

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wing-clipped · 7 years

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hey remember that super sad thing i wrote the other day, i wrote a better one this time, featuring like 66% less sad and 100% more jhin, aka gamma, who i fucking love

anyway here

"Gamma?"

"Just a moment," Jhin calls over her shoulder, hands diligently and eagerly working away at the table in front of her.

Delta politely glues her side to the doorway, brow furrowed and metal jaw jutted forward in her best equivalent of a pout, as the troll works across the room. If she were to care especially about smells these days, the woman's workshop would absolutely reek, but the most Delta registers is a mugginess to the air itself.

She can't see most of Jhin's work, but her arms and the sway of her braided and dreaded hair tell of her intense fascination with it. Jhin has always been eerily devoted to fleshcrafting—or, at least as long as Delta has known her—quite a bit like one would expect of your average, zealous cultist. Delta doesn't quite think of her as a cultist, just very, very devout, but she... sees why others get a bit uneasy. And, well, the average troll looks at Jhin with utmost contempt, but she remains confident in her faith and her loa's voice, and Delta doesn't know a single thing about the loa, so she's probably on the right track? Faith is a deeply personal thing, and Delta is sure undeath makes Jhin's journey even more so.

There's a poof of colorful, ghastly magic residue, and the groaning and gurgling of some positively horrific abomination on Jhin's table. She cackles gleefully at what, Delta assumes, is a success, prattling off in celebratory Zandali. She turns away, and Delta catches a glimpse of the thing—and it really can only be described as a thing—disgusting and hideous and probably Jhin's darling of the day.

The fleshcrafter tugs back her mask, a carved up, pierced, runed orc skull, and grins with tusks and lichfire at the little, unassuming human on her doorstep. "Delta!" she beams. "I haven't seen you in almost two years, child, where in the damnable arctic have you been!"

"In a nicer arctic, let's say," Delta replies, smiling briefly, then looking worried again. "Gamma, I have a favor to ask of—"

"Shhh," Jhin says, approaching and pressing a finger to Delta's lips. Delta squints, mock-annoyed, but lets the woman carry on. "Somethin is different aboutcha, child."

That, actually, sparks a bit of pride in Delta. "It's noticeable?"

"Aye, course it is!" Jhin waves the same hand at her. "You've found some kinda peace, havencha?"

"I have," Delta says. "I know I've been gone a long time, but, it was good for me."

"Well," Jhin says, and crouches before her, hands perched on her knees. Delta is used to it; the woman is almost eight feet tall for hells' sakes. "Then I s'ppose I can't give ya too much grief 'bout it." She clucks her tongue and d'aws. "Look atcha! Cute as one'a my shamblers."

"Thank you," Delta says, sincerely, because Jhin is as much so. She frowns again. "Gamma, my request."

Jhin nods, straightening her back a little, lips pursed in curious attention. Delta steps back, with a glance that urges the troll to follow her, so Jhin lumbers to her feet and stalks the little human outside. Zul'Drak is frozen and ugly, but pleasantly familiar to the fleshcrafter, at least in architecture. Delta was never surprised she chose to call it home even with her will freed. They crunch and trudge through the snow, down the hillside to what Jhin sees to be Delta's cloak, covering some but not all of some fleshy, bloody mess underneath.

The troll grins toothly, clapping her hands lightly. "Oh ho ho, child, what's this then?"

"I found her," Delta explains, kneeling by the cloak and carefully peeling it back. She reveals a hippogryph's head, and Jhin can see more of the beast's body too—mangled, in literal pieces and tatters, but clearly undead by the struggling glow of its lichfire eyes and the fact those eyes watch both Jhin and Delta warily. The beast rasps pathetically. "Undead, clearly, and she seems to have been blown apart by a death knight. Her rider, I would assume? The scene looked to have endured a fight not long ago. I found traces of arcane magic and holy fire."

Jhin hums thoughtfully, crouching down on the hippogryph's other side and tilting her head back and forth as she looks the beast over. "Argent Crusade's," she says, "based on the coloring. Was, of course. Looks t' have been a bold war bird."

"I agree," Delta says. She tries to stroke the beast's head, but it recoils with a warped crow. "There's a very clean slash in her neck, see? I don't think it was part of the explosion."

"Nah," Jhin agrees immediately. She sniffs. "Nah, nah, that be a blade strike. Would'a paralyzed her, no doubt."

"So her knight abandoned her," Delta says, like the very thought hurts her personally. "Perhaps used her as a distraction to escape? How cruel."

"You know the Blade, child," Jhin says.

Delta's face sours. "I do." She straightens her back, just to even get close to Jhin's crouched height, and looks at her seriously. "Gamma, can we take her inside?"

"Y'want me to fix her, doncha," Jhin says.

"Look at her! She doesn't deserve this."

"An' y'don't just put her outta her misery?"

"Not when I know a talented fleshcrafter who loves a challenge."

Jhin cackles, slaps a knee and then shakes Delta's shoulder. "Y'conniving wall-fly! Y'haven't all changed."

Delta knows it for the yes it is, and leans forward to start bundling the cloak and hippogryph up in her arms.

Jhin whistles curiously. "Y'need any—"

But Delta plants her feet in the snow, one at a time, and hauls the entire beast up with her. "Nope!" she chirps, a little strained, but she managed. "Please make some room up in the shop!"

Jhin is laughing again. "Aye, aye."

By the time Delta has carried the entire creature and herself back up the hill, Jhin has piled her current project out of the way. On the carved out bedspace in the wall, where she would sleep, if excitably busy fleshcrafters ever did such a thing. But the table is clear, so Delta gently piles the hippogryph upon it. She's not snapped at, but the beast leers at her unsurely.

"Gamma is a nice crone," Delta assures. "She'll patch you up."

"Sure as shit I will," Jhin beams, rolling up the sleeves of her robe.

It takes some convincing before the hippogryph allows Jhin to look it over, assessing the severity of the explosion; what can be salvaged and what needs flat out replacing. There will be a fair bit of the latter. Over the next few weeks, Jhin sends Delta away on errand after errand, collecting disgusting fleshcrafting reagents and harvesting animal parts. Each time she returns, the hippogryph looks a little bit better, and is a little nicer. She warms up to Delta, accepting treats and scritches. Her chirps are adorable, for an undead atrocity; but so is Delta, right?

Her favorite day is the one where she comes back with a bag of nasty supplies for Jhin, and stuffing her way out the workshop door is none other than a mended, lumbering hippogryph, so excited she sprints down the hill and shoves her face into Delta's in greeting. The monk drops her bag, but only laughs along as she vigorously scratches and pets the beast's neck.

"You're not all better!" she chastises heatlessly. "Let Gamma work!"

The hippogryph squawks rudely and continues nosing and nuzzling. Delta hugs her head.

"Aye!" Jhin calls from the top of the hill, crouched over the crest and looking down at them both. "What are y'gonna name the stinkin' thing!"

"What?" Delta blinks. "I—I hadn't thought about it?"

"What, girl, like y'ain't gonna keep her?" Jhin laughs, derisive, but in a friendly way. "Y'been raving about her for weeks."

"Well—" Yes. She supposes. "I'm happy for her!"

"Y'not gonna say no to that pretty face," Jhin coos. "I made that face pretty."

Delta juts her jaw, pouting, and sets her hands on the hippogryph's face to pull her back and look at her. She does have a pretty face. Scarred, a body littered in seams where salvaged parts join repurposed ones. There's tearing in her flesh and feathers, unhelpable, but not crippling. Spotty. Dappled...

"Freckles," she calls up the hill.

"Huwhat?"

"Her name is Freckles!" Delta says. She smiles at the hippogryph, and in a softer hush, "If that's all right?"

The beast caws cheerfully and buries her face back in Delta's cloak and leather. She laughs, gripping an antler and laying her cheek on the bird's head.

"Freckles, then," she says. "Sorry. I don't know a thing about flying."

In the following months, Delta discovers she does, in fact, know many things about flying. Whether it's muscle memory, a lot of natural talent, or Jhin sculpting the hippogryph with Delta in mind—the last being rude but very Gamma—they fly like they've done it all their lives. Unlives? For a very long time.

Delta revels in the thrill of it.

#fic #muse #gamma #freckles #discorpse

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thenerdytomboynewb96 · 6 years

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Samantha Allan Park Ch. #29

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC's. Any references to “TMNT Out of the Shadows” DO NOT BELONG TO ME. Only my additions that I came up with myself belong to me. Anything from the films or other series ARE NOT MINE, only my OC’s and my ideas that I have added onto the story FOR FUN. Thank you.

Chapter #29

*Friday June 5th, 2015* *9 months since the fall of the Foot clan. 4 months since last chapter*

Sam was laying on her back on the top ledges inside the Jumbo Tron. She pulled her phone out and checked the time as she wondered what was taking so long for her friends to arrive. Just as she was looking at the time she saw a figure bounce off the side of the panels of the entry way above and then land on the further side of the squared spaced. Seconds later another figure appeared, extending their bo staff so that it stuck between the two panels of the entry way, allowing himself to swing himself down onto the ledges. The next figure bounced off the sides of the panels just like the first, and then the final figure hooked his katanas between the beams within the panels to swing himself down. Just as the final figure landed, the whistle was blown and the game began. “Alright guys! We made it just in time!” Donnie announced as the four lined up around the ledge and watched the game begin below. Raph was the furthest away, then Leo was on his left, then Donnie and then Mikey who stood closest to Sam.

Sam sat up. “Just made it is right. What took so long?” she asked lazily. “Someone came up with a routine that we’ve never ever used and held us up” Raph said as he glared over at Mikey for a split second before quickly redirecting his attention back to the game below. The game was already picking up, and so was the guy’s excitement. “When I say go, you say Knicks. Go,” “Knicks!” “GO!” “KNICKS!” “Go, go!” “Shoot the ball!” The ball swished through the net and the volume in the stadium rose, and the volume in the small space was even louder as the guys began cheering and dancing around as their team scored the first point of the game. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the four dorks in front of her. No matter how much their personalities differed, events like this brought them all together, and it definitely brought their silly sides out. “Were you sleeping? You look like you just woke up” Leo stated as he looked back at Sam who was now sitting criss cross in her spot on the upper ledge. “Nah, just laying down and getting comfy. Today was my last AP test and my last day of school” she said as she stretched out her arms. “I’m still surprised they let you graduate after missing the first three months of school” Raph said as he walked around the space and grabbed the pizza boxes, handing the first slice to Sam who was sitting right by the boxes. He could tell she must be exhausted if she hadn’t even reached for the food sitting right next to her. “Thanks” she said as she took the slice. “And luckily the New York Foot Survivors organization saved me on that one. They set me up for an incredibly adaptive and accommodating home schooling system that met me both at the hospital for the first two months and then at my apartment for the final month. I still can’t believe I was on ‘medical leave’ for that long though.” “Well you were hurt pretty bad, and you had a multitude of different wounds, and not just physical” Donnie stated as reached for the pizza boxes that Raph had tossed onto the upper ledge behind Mikey and himself. “True. I’m just glad all the hospital visits and meeting with therapists is over. At least it was all easier this time around, that and each individual visit was much quicker than they were in the past” she said with relief. “Plus, now that school is over with, I’m free to hang out with you guys whenever I want to” she said with a huge smile. Leo was now walking around the upper ledge. “What are you talking about? You see us plenty, even with all the stuff you have going on. I honestly expected to see you a lot less throughout this year.” He then took the slice that Donnie had tossed him as he continued to walk along the top ledge of their space. “Pshh I wasn’t that busy” Sam teased, waving her hand in front of her. This received a quick questioning stare from all four of the brothers. “Really? Let’s go around and list the events of your life since September 2nd of 2014 up until today June 5th 2015” Leo said with a smirk. “First there was you being hospitalized for two months and overall being out of school for 3 total months.” “And during and after your hospitalization you were working on classwork and studying for AP tests” Donnie added as he tossed a slice down to Mikey who was sitting on the lower ledge. “Then there were all the clubs you joined and had to get updates from through school” Mikey added. “Then you had nonstop dance and soccer practices” Raph added. “Plus secretly advocating in various ways for the NYFS” Donnie said. “Plus senior stuff like the senior vs. junior girl’s flag football game and the senior fashion show” Mikey added. “Plus you’ve taken up different odd jobs throughout different times in the year from private soccer lessons to group dance classes for kids as beginners and working for Murakami” Raph added. “And to top it off you’ve been helping with wedding preparations all throughout the year” Leo added. Sam squinted at him. “Okay I may have been a litttttttle busy throughout this past year” she said with a smile. “Well now’s the time to kick back and relax” Donnie said with a smile as he tossed Sam another slice and as he sat on the lower ledge to Mikey’s right while Sam was on Mikey’s left. “I mean, does it get any better than this?” “Yeah man, I wanna be down there” Mikey said, pointing his free hand down towards the large crowd below them. “Pshh, you sit your ugly self down there then you’d have people running for their lives” Raph said with a mocking smile. Mikey just smiled and ‘smoothly’ stated “You see me? I look goooood bro.” “Fellas aye, aye, aye! We got the best seats in the house right here. Anyone can sit down there” Leo said as he hopped down and now stood next to Raph on the lower ledge. “We saved the city, we should be on the Jumbo Tron, not in it” Raph replied back in a rough voice.

Just then, the lights all throughout the stadium dimmed and a loud voice came on over the intercom. The voice began talking about the Foot clan and how Shredder was now locked away. The voice then introduced Vern as the cities hero and savior for single-handedly defeating the Shredder as he was then called up for an interview with a female announcer who was standing on the court. During the interview, Vern had stated that he had received help from a few friends in order to take Shredder down.

“*gasp* No way!” Mikey exclaimed as he threw his hands out in front of him in surprised excitement. “He’s totally gonna give us props! Here it comes, ohhh here it comes!” “Thunder, and lightning!” Vern announced as he then kissed his biceps. “Awwww!” Donnie and Mikey groaned as they threw their heads back in disappointment and stood up while Mikey also waved his arms down towards the ground. “What is this?” Raph mumbled as he waved his arms down as well, annoyed at how the man reacted to the question asked. Leo noticed this and was slightly irked by the way his brothers were reacting to what had just happened. “Guys, you knew we couldn’t take credit for bringing down Shredder. Vern’s just sticking to the arrangement that we made for him” he reassured. He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t a bit upset with how Vern had just handled that situation, but it also shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. They were ninjas and they were mutants, they would always live in the shadows and they should have known and understood that by now. “Yeah, well this arrangement has us spending the rest of our lives sitting in the nosebleeds” Raph groaned. Sam could sense the wheels turning in Mikey’s head as she saw his face light up as he said “speaking of nosebleeds” and then swiftly turned and grabbed something from Donnie’s pack. Donnie sensed this instantly and quickly walked over behind Mikey. “Hey! Hey what did you take?” he said in a worried panic. “Be careful with that, that’s my pea shooter!” Raph and Leo from the other side of the square, and Sam who was sitting on the ledge behind where Mikey was now all smiled as they saw Mikey crouch down with the pea shooter he had snatched from Donnie. “Oh I gotta see this” Raph said as he rushed over and crouched behind the other open space behind his youngest brother. “You got this” he said, encouraging his brother. “Head shot. Straight head shot” Mikey said as he tried to focus his shot on the perfect spot. He licked his lips and then blew into the device and within a split second the spit wad within the device had landed a direct hit on Vern’s face right in the middle of his interview. “OHHHHHH! Got him!” the group of five shouted as they all stood up and threw their arms up in the air. “That’s my boy!” Sam shouted as she carefully leaped down from the upper ledge and onto Mikey’s back. “Best sharp shooter in NYC!” “Oh my turn, my turn!” Raph said as he took the device from Mikey and set himself up. Mikey stood behind Raph on his right as Sam crouched down to Raph’s left while Leo and Donnie crouched down on the other side of the space off to the right of Mikey. “Alright you got this” Mikey said as Raph quickly set up and blew into the device so that once again a spit wad nailed Vern in the face and stuck to his face like glue.

“OHHHHHH!”’s rang throughout the squared space once again as Raph and Mikey jumped up in excitement while throwing their hands up in the air with huge smiles while Leo and Donnie also had huge smiles on their faces as they brought a knuckle to their mouths in shocked excitement. Raph had been so in the zone as he quickly aimed his shot that he hadn’t realized Sam was crouched down to his left, so when he and Mikey had jumped up in excitement, Raph completely knocked Sam over to the side to which she almost lost her balance and fell down through the large opening leading down onto the court. Luckily, Raph had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back in time (and luckily her natural muscles were toned enough that the swift pull didn’t hurt like hell) but for a split second she had been facing the bottom of the ground as if she was going to land a solid drop. The cheers momentarily stopped as they all witnessed what had just happened and were now waiting for a wide eyed Sam to react. Raph cringed as he reached his arms out in a comforting yet defensive manner. “Hehe, my bad” he said with an embarrassed and apologetic smile. Sam kept her wide eyed expression, but it was more comical than worried now. “Well that happened.” She tilted her head to the side some. “You good bro? Like, you have any issues you need to bring up?” Raph rapidly shook his head. “Nope all is good, perfect, totally fine!” The rest of the group chuckled at Raph’s reaction and how hasty his change in expression was whenever he did something that could cause harm to one of his family members.

Just then the group heard the announcer make it known that the interview was over as Vern groggily took his seat along the side of the court. Sam walked along the top ledge and around the guys as they all jumped to their feet and started flapping their arms (and somehow Donnie had ended with his arms bent like he was a chicken). “TAKE THAT FALCON!” the boys shouted as they also began to ‘KA-KAW’ likes birds in mockery of the man from down below. Once the four were done goofing off, Mikey and Raph had turned to their rights and were heading over towards where Sam was now standing as they reached for another slice of pizza. At that same moment, Donnie’s turtle com walkie talkie that was attached to his shoulder went off. “Hey what’s up April?” Donnie asked as he walked over towards the left and away from the group so that he could try to hear April better. The turtle com could be heard from anyone as long as there wasn’t a chord attached so that the voice on the other line could only be heard from that ear piece, but it was still difficult to hear if there was too much noise, that or if it wasn’t angled in the right direction. Mikey’s face lit up as he then rushed over and was now glued to Donnie’s back. “APRIL! Hey what’s up April? Oh nothing I’ve been working out aghh!” Mikey groaned as Donnie had pulled his bo out and extended it so that it zapped Mikey. Donnie had collected and studied some of the mutagenic weapons (the others going to the NYFS) so that the remaining Foot clan members couldn’t use them anymore, and in doing so he had found a way to update his bo staff so that it could use electricity as well, but without needing mutagen to do so. At moments like this, he was really glad that he had made the update.

Sam heard her friend groan in pain and instantly her eyes switched over to their blue and black colors without her even realizing they had done so. She was now glaring at an unaware Donnie as she took two steps towards him, again without realizing she was doing so, but before she could move any further Raph had caught on and swung an arm around her and pulled her back. “Whoaaa don’t worry he’s fine!” he said as he pulled Sam back and held her there for a second until her eyes returned to their normal color. “…what happened then?” she asked. “He was just being stupid and tried chasing after an adult woman who’s wayyy out of his league” Raph said with smirk as he looked up and mocked his brother, who scowled at him with a “heyyy” in return. Sam nodded her head. “Ahhh got it. Thanks for looking out dauntless” she said as she turned back to smile at him and put her knuckle forward. Raph returned the fist bump and then joined back with his other two brothers to keep watching the game.

It still freaked Sam out that there were aspects to these new powers that she had that she still had absolutely no control over and no one else had any clue what to do about them either. Ever since Mikey had saved her and the mutagen from her sleeve had been injected and surged all throughout her body, the mutagen had now become a part of her. The guys would tease her in saying that now she was technically a mutant like them, though she had no problems with this whatsoever. Ever since the mutagen had become a part of her there were now moments like this that neither she nor anyone else could explain. One of these new aspects was that regardless of whether she used the strength or wind powers her eyes always switched over to their blue surrounded by black color. Another new aspect was that whenever she sensed that one of the brothers was in trouble, her powers would kick in and she would instantly feel the need to protect them, almost like she was Bruce Banner going Hulk and had no idea why she was doing so and couldn’t refrain from doing so either. It was like she would fall into an unconscious protective state. This had happened a few times. The first time happened when Donnie had lightly burned himself in his lab and for whatever reason Sam’s powers kicked in and she literally smashed the device that had burned him without her even realizing she had done so until about thirty seconds later after he had calmed her down. There were other times where Raph was chasing after Mikey because of something stupid that youngest had done to annoy his older brother and Sam had gone off. What was strange was that there were other times where Sam saw this happen and yet nothing was triggered. There was one time she watched Raph and Leo get into a verbal argument and she was set off, but that only happened once and literally every other verbal argument she had observed within the group had never set her off like that one individual argument had. She also trained with the boys as often as she could, and again, nothing during these sessions had ever set her powers off, so it was difficult for any of them to learn from the occurrences to notice any similarities or any patterns. The only thing they had learned so far was that if they intervened immediately after they noticed the change then they had a chance to calm her down and prevent anything serious from happening, and luckily nothing serious had resulted as of now.

“Oh Baxter Stockman.” The sound of Donnie’s voice somehow pulled Sam away from her wandering thoughts, and now her mind was filled with curiosity as she wondered what Donnie and April could be discussing that he had walked off to the side so he could focus on the conversation. Sam sat up on the top ledge behind where the guys were standing as she slipped an ear piece out of her pocket and clicked a button on it that would instantly let her hear what was being said in the conversation as if the phone was right at her ear. At this point, Sam had heard April share some information about Baxter Stockman and how she thought he was now working with the Foot Clan. “Shredder. Do you need us there?” Donnie asked. “Pshh, Baxter’s a softie” Sam muttered aloud, that fast completely forgetting that she was supposed to be acting sneaky and wasn’t supposed to be listening, which Donnie made evident as he turned around and shot her an irked slash confused look. Sam shrugged with a smile as Donnie rolled his eyes and turned back around in order to continue focusing on his conversation with April. April let out a low laugh on the other line. “Pretty much what she said. Oh, but you know that birthday present that you made for me?” “The watch yeah” Donnie replied. “I want to use it to try and hack into Baxter’s emails.” “Okay April but if you want to hack into his accounts you’ll need to get close.” “How close?” “Your watch needs to be within three feet of his device. iPad, iPhone, whatever.” “Got it. Good looking out buddy. Talk to you soon.” Once the phone clicked off Donnie turned around and stared at Sam. Sam was sitting up straight with her legs crossed as she shot him a wide smile. “How sweet of you too look out buddy. You’re just the best” she teased as the turtle walked over and sat next to her, playfully pushing her over (Sam not having the best balance in the way she was sitting) as he spoke to her. “I’m sorry, but last time I checked, you said you weren’t going to sneak around behind our backs anymore” he questioned with a smile. “Oh because intercepting one whole phone call is sooooooo despicable. I’m such a horrible person!” she said as she pushed him back, using just enough force to get him to topple over slightly the same way she just had. “You said it, not us” Raph said with a smirk as he turned to face her from his crouched position on the lower ledge. Sam responded with a mischievous look. “You know I could easily get revenge on your for knocking me over right now, right?” Raph looked at her with a raised brow and stood up to completely face her. “Alright let’s go” he said as he cracked his knuckles. Sam’s eyes went wide and without speaking or hinting at what she was going to do, she rolled backwards and to her left so that she moved behind Donatello and then rolled again so that she was now standing on her feet as she ran around to the other corner of the square…at least that was the plan, but in the midst of sloppily getting to her feet so quickly she had slipped when jumping from the upper to the lower ledge and had fallen onto Mikey. Luckily he was sitting far enough back that this didn’t cause anything serious to happen, but of course Leonardo jumped up in a panic. “Sam!” “Hehe, my bad” she said as she looked up at Leo apologetically. She then turned towards Michelangelo to whom she was still leaning on from the fall. “How you doin?” she said in a lightly exuberant voice, to which her friend rolled his eyes and pushed her back to a position where she could stand back up. “Ugh, please be more careful” Leo groaned as his gaze turned back towards the game playing on down below now that the situation was calm and no longer seemed to be a serious matter. Raph had now moved to Leo’s right and was in a crouched position with Leo standing up next to him. Donnie was also in a crouched position but was to Leo’s left. In order to help Sam stand up, Mikey had scooted forward some so that he was now sitting at the edge of the bottom ledge. In one hand he held a pizza box, in the other he was eating a slice of pizza that he seemed to be enjoying a little too much, though Sam found this hilarious. Sam had walked so that she was now sitting in-between Donnie and Mikey as she also sat on the edge of the bottom ledge. “Pshh, I’m always careful” Sam said as she waved away Leo’s comment. “One of you easily could have fallen after that stunt you just pulled” Leo replied, his eyes faced downwards as he spoke so that he could continue to watch the game. “Really? Do you know how skilled the five of us are? What are the odds that one of us would…” Sam’s statement began to fade into mumbles as she watched a piece of pizza fall onto the floor of the stadium as she spoke. Everyone then looked up at Mikey with looks of worry and fear as Mikey responded to these looks with one of timidity and embarrassment. That quickly, a player from the opposing team had slipped on the piece of pizza that had fallen and before the man’s body had even hit the floor the turtles were already on the move and ready to escape from their small space. Sam however couldn’t contain her panicked excitement and froze in shock as her jaw dropped and shouted “OHH!” for a split second before Donnie instinctively covered her mouth and basically swooped her up in his arms as he trailed behind his three brothers as they immediately rushed out of and away from their normal spot which would no longer be seen as so. Once they reached the beams above, Donnie placed Sam down as the two rushed after the others and caught up within seconds.

The entire group traveled in speedy silence for the longest time as they ran and then climbed to the vent-way that lead to the roof and then traveled downwards along the side of the building (which they could do now since there were no crowds nearby with people that could see them) which lead them to a manhole that lead that back to their safety zone of the sewers below the surface. Once the group had been running for a couple of minutes underground, Donnie felt that the others probably felt a little calmer and could actually breathe again (which was how he was feeling right now) so he tried to start some type of conversation so that the run wasn’t completely and awkwardly dead silent in attempts at easing the tension from before. “Well that was a close call” Donnie called out from the front of the group where he was running. Mikey was using his skateboard to pick up speed as he launched himself overtop of Donnie and grinded along a rail that was higher above where everyone was running. He then jumped over to the next rail but then kept his feet planted as he looked up through a sewer drain opening. “Now we have to find a new spot to watch the game now Mikey…MIKEY!” Raph shouted after he almost collided with Donnie who had almost collided with Mikey who had completely stopped in front of the continuously moving group. The three brothers skid to a stop and walked back over toward the youngest when they realized that he was completely distracted and was no longer moving. “Mikey, what’re you doing?” Raph asked gently. At this point all the older turtles and Sam were now standing around Mikey as he looked up in astonishment at the sights in front of him. “It’s the Halloween parade bro. I always wanted to be in the Halloween parade. It’s like the one night of the year where we actually fit in” he said as his excited expression faded into a gloomier one. “Mikey, we’ll never fit in” Leo stated in a solemn tone, but trying to switch over to a more light-hearted tone as he added “we’re ninjas, we live in the shadow. Let’s go.” He then patted his brother’s shoulder as he led the way and began running away. Raph followed and Donnie looked towards his younger brother and nodded his head to the side in a silent way of signaling that all was okay as he also tailed his older brothers. Mikey looked up one last time and then sighed, but before he began to run, he looked to his left and saw that Sam hadn’t moved yet and was just staring at him. He squinted his eyes at her. “What are you thinking?” Sam just shrugged her shoulders, not speaking and not displaying any real emotion. The only expression she displayed was raised brows and pursed lips as she shrugged. Mikey nodded his head at her. “…blend in. I should blend in with my surroundings in the light, just like a ninja hiding in the shadows.” He began to smile as he faced his friend once more and patted her on the shoulder. “Thanks Sam” he said as he then found a way to lift himself up onto the surface. Sam smiled as she watched her friend raise himself up out of the sewers and into the crowded streets. “Glad I could help.” And with that she began jogging so that she could catch up with the others.

Just as she caught up to the group who was now walking, she heard Leo ask a question. She paused in place, not sure what to do. The three brothers stopped walking and paused, realizing that it had been awfully quiet behind them for far too long. They all turned around to see Sam staring at them, all by herself. “Sam, where’s Mikey?” Sam stood there with her mouth open, feeling ridiculously unprepared, and disappointed in herself because of this. “Usually I’m good at this but I’m failing miserably” she eventually was able to spill out as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Raph happened to look up at saw his brother talking to a man dressed in a Transformers based costume in the middle of the street. “Are you kidding me?” All the brothers ironically stated at the same time. Leo saw that Mikey had begun to walk again and ran over to where the next manhole cover was located. He lifted it and called out to Mikey…only to have him jump down onto the cover that Leo was holding as it also pushed him back down. Sam’s jaw dropped. She wanted Mikey to gain some confidence in himself and gain the freedom and pride in being who he was by blending in with the people of the city, but she never expected him to react that way to seeing Leo. “I didn’t tell him to do that!” Sam said as she frantically pointed back and forth from the manhole cover above to where Leo had landed. Leo looked over at Sam irately in a way that Sam hadn’t seen in a long time, not since that incident last year. This threw her off as she stared in his direction but then looked downwards towards his feet, feeling a mix of emotions after being stared at the way she had. Leo sensed this and withdrew from this stare immediately, but he was still pissed at what had just happened and at how Sam had disrespected his instructions as both the leader and the oldest brother to his youngest brother and most vulnerable teammate. “Sam?” Donnie asked in concern, which also lead to Leo softening his expression some. “New York in the houseeeeeeeeee!” Mikey shouted out from above. “Ughhh” Raph said as he rolled his eyes. “Where the hell did he get to?” he asked as he stormed off in pursuit of forcing his brother back underground, unlike the way Leo had gently tried to coerce him to come back down a minute ago. The sound of Mikey’s voice had pulled Sam out of her funk as she also looked up towards the roof above them which lead to the city streets. “Sam, you good?” Leo asked in a softer tone. She then looked over at him and with a blank expression as she nodded at him. “Good” he said, the strictness returning to his voice but not as strongly as before. “Because we’re going to have some words when we get home later.” Still somewhat phased, Sam nodded her head and replied with a soft “yeah”, the only thing she could think to respond with. What the hell was wrong with her right now?

Mikey being forcefully pulled down into the sewers by Raph somehow officially broke her from this lost and dazed mindset as the group now stared at the returned turtle in front of them. “That was the most amazing thing ever” he said with wide eyes and a huge smile on his face. “What part of ninjas move in the shadows don’t you understand?” Raph snarled as he glared at his younger brother. Donnie heard his turtle com ring and answered the call as he took a step off to the side. “April, how’d it go?” he asked. Sam made it obvious that she was back to normal (as normal as she could get that is) as she walked over and held onto his arm as she listened to what April had to say, almost like his arm was the phone itself. He couldn’t help but grin at the girl and her dorky antics as he pulled his arm away from her as he also listened and responded to April. “Hey you got in. What did you find?” “Hold on, the files are erasing. It’s some sort of self-destruct program.” “Erasing?” Donnie questioned. His brothers could tell that this was now a more serious conversation, so they all kept quiet so that they could do their best to listen in, but more so that they didn’t break Donnie’s concentration and thoughts as well. “Before they started erasing I had a chance to read a couple of Baxter’s emails and I was right. Baxter is working with the Foot clan. Shredder is being transported to a prison in upstate New York tonight and the Foot clan are planning on hitting the convoy.” Donnie’s face displayed how worried he was about what he had just heard. “They’re gonna break him out of police custody. He’ll be free again” he stated, his voice slightly raising as he spoke. “Who Donnie?” Leo asked. Donnie turned to face the group, his worry evident in his eyes. “Shredder.”

Then and there, each of the five looked at each other and nodded. They knew their ‘relaxation’ time was up and that now, as sudden as it was, now was the time to continue on with their fight against the Shredder, and they quickly worked together to form a plan as to how they would stop the devilish criminal from escaping.

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