#It's confusing. Do not ask about it. We don't fully understand it either and it tends to set us into a fakeclaiming spiral if

[syn4k]

re the system ask game: how does divinity/godhood work in ur headspace? like is their power directly related to what they represent or their followers or is it a fixed static thing irrelevant of everything else or is every divine being equally powerful or something else?

along a similar thread: has anyone ever ascended to divinity from being mortal/has a divine being ever became mortal permenantly?

(if everyone is immortal or smthn yk what i mean by mortal. like not a god or devil or equivalents)

(also sorry if i assumed smthn or said smthn insensitive or wrong im using like fantasy godhood as a framework for ways how ur pantheon could work)

(ofc u dont need to answer or even address anything in this ask u dont wanna talk about/wanna keep private as always :3 )

OH SHIT YOU HAVE ASKED. THE FUCKING QUESTION. OHHHHHH BOY.

OKAY

SO.

up here, every god but three have either been created or ascended from mortality!

the three primordial deities (life, death, and fate), who have existed since the start of everything, hold the sole power to appoint gods and their stations. all three aren't required to agree on someone's ascension since fate was asleep for the vast majority of history, instead it's a 2/3rds majority, but yeah.

a deity's power is essentially based on their domain, but a select few of the older ones have collected a large and/or devoted enough following to gain more power in that way.

underneath the primordial gods are the regular gods, and boy howdy are there a lot of them. they're generally grouped into "major" and "minor" categories based on influence, power, and the importance of their domains, but everybody and their mother has different opinions on what exactly constitutes a major or minor deity and theyve been arguing about it since the start of time so i won't get into that right now.

very few gods formed naturally or even semi-naturally! all of the primordial ones did, of course, but there's also a few that by virtue of their domains already kind of half-existed before they were officially dubbed deities: notable examples of these include Time, Nature (specifically relating to the non-human flora and fauna of the Overworld), The Nether, Entropy, Destiny, and the Moon.

(Some notes on the list I just gave: The End and the Void have no god assigned to them due to the nature of their formation and structure. The Sun doesn't have one dedicated god but instead a council of sun gods who all take turns with it. There are regional Sky Gods. There's also an Ocean Queen (formally the Lady of the Waters), but she's not the goddess of the sea because the ocean and all water in general are kind of ungovernable due to other reasons).

The rest of the major gods, however, and all of the minor ones, were either created or were originally mortal and were chosen by Life and Death to ascend to godhood. It's actually fairly common for a mortal to become a champion of one of the more powerful gods and then ascend to minor godhood themselves later after a while of service.

oh yeah! forgot to mention that earlier but champions are a thing up here. basically they're mortals that were granted immortality by their god(s in rare cases) of choice in return for helping said god(s) run their domain and doing their will down on Earth. it's a mutual contract and it usually lasts for a set time or until both parties agree to drop it, in which case the champion is no longer bound to the god's service and continues to age like normal.

a god being stripped of their godhood and becoming mortal again is a rare event, but it does happen sometimes nonetheless. usually this requires a full discussion by the Godly High Council, but in Extremely Rare cases one of the primordial deities has done it alone for emergency reasons, because they have the power to do that. most of the time it's a vote tho.

it's a pretty serious thing though and being stripped of godhood is not the same as retiring from it. (retiring is common amongst gods who were originally human because the vast majority of mortal minds can't handle long-term immortality and that's okay.)

also, in this case, the definition of being immortal up here means that you have respawn enabled just like in minecraft. that's it. those who die permanently are mortal and although not all immortals are gods, all gods are immortal.

i think that should be most of your questions answered? thanks for the ask! :D

[psychronia]

I've been rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender because why not and I'm losing my mind at Zuko's proper introduction. I don't know if it's hindsight, shifting characterizations, or just me not watching this in a long time, but this was amazing.

We start off showing he's an impatient and very angry kid. Reasonable, and the sort of flaw we might expect to see in a villain. Kinda funny that he expects to go up against an adult and fully 4-Element realized Avatar, but the kid is desperate and Iroh clearly expects his nephew to get the banishment-denial kicked out of him.

What's important here, though, is Zuko's introduction to the Southern Water Tribe.

Here, we have a very intimidating entrance where his entire ship just sails through the ice right up to the village's front door. It's quite ominous and this is our first proper introduction to how the Fire Nation interacts with a foreign people.

Sokka charges, I'm assuming fully prepared to die, and Zuko casually knocks him out of the way. Okay, so clearly the Water Tribe are entirely outgunned.

He asks "Where are you hiding him?" and the people of the Water Tribe go silent. I assume they're either just too scared to talk or actually protecting Aang.

Whatever the case, it's important to note that the Southern Water Tribe know the terror the Fire Nation can inflict. We have a whole episode dedicated to tracking down a division of raiders. Sokka was able to not only identify the ash-mixed snow as signs of an incoming attack, but estimate how many ships the amount of ash measures to. These are a people who have experience being terrorized and are probably expecting something terrible to happen.

And then, after they don't answer, Zuko grabs Gran-Gran. There was a horror sting to it, and everything the tribe knows about the Fire Nation suggests that Zuko is about to threaten or straight up hurt her to get answers. Classic "terrorize the elderly" bad guy stuff.

And then...

He goes "He's (the Avatar) be about this age and is a master of all four elements!?" and lets her go.

And all of a sudden, the tension that was built up is shattered as Zuko went "I know, I'll give them a reference for the person I'm looking for because clearly they're confused and I wasn't specific enough."

This went from a show of villainy to a show of Zuko being totally socially awkward and misreading the situation entirely. Not helping is that when he does try to menace them a moment later, his fire is slow and angled quite safely.

It still worked on the Water Tribe because they're understandably scared, but all I could think of is that this was the equivalent of a playground bully trying to make someone flinch with that fake-out lunge thing.

Because the fact-and something we'll come to learn-is that Zuko is TERRIBLE at being a Fire Nation oppressor. He's capable of doing morally dubious things and is a competent fighter. But he's lousy at terrorizing people and cruelty-that's kind of the point of his banishment.

And while we can see the story paint this picture of Zuko's true character as the story goes on with hints of good and conflicting loyalties, here we get to see just how bad he is at being "the bad guys". He's still unambiguously being the villain of this scene, and it makes no real difference to the oppressed themselves, but there is a comical gap between where Zuko thinks he is, where he actually is, and somehow it still puts him on the same page as his victims just because of how terrible the Fire Nation's influence is on everyone involved.

[tpwk-formula1]

Heyy<3 I'd like a Pizza with Sicilian Crust,RedSauce ,Salami, Basil, Spinach, Broccoli, Roasted Artichokes ,Prosciutto and with that a Dr Pepper,Diet Coke and a littel Dessert

scenario: Lando and reader are dating and just having fun. But Lando wants to try something new and asks reader if he can film them. <3

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian dating red sauce rough sex salami "Such a little cum slut" basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” prosciutto "I love making this pretty pussy squirt" dr pepper dirty talk diet coke recording dessert yes served by Lando Norris

AN - OKAY! So I went a bit insane with this one and totally did something completely different and I really hope you like it! Any of the words in italics are a part of the scene and if it is regular that means it is either plot or current time!

Lando x gf! reader

TW - rough sex, sweet sex, oral (m & f receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, face fucking, breath play, creampie, THERES A LOT GOING ON, MDNI 18+

WC 3300+

Y/N POV

"So I was thinking about something I think would be fun to try," Lando tells me softly making me perk my head up.

"You do that?" I question softly making Lando stare at me a bit confused.

"Do what?" He questions back after a few seconds of not understanding.

"Think. You think?" I joke making Lando instantly scoff and roll his eyes at my antics.

"You muppet," Lando groans before busting out into a little fit of giggles with me.

"Anyways, I was thinking maybe one of these times in the future I could maybe film us? I totally understand if you aren't comfortable I just would love to have a film of us together," Lando tells me softly making my face grow slightly hot at the thought of being filmed.

"Well like, would someone else have to film us? Will anyone see it? I just have a few questions," I tell Lando softly not shooting down his idea but not agreeing without clarification.

"No one would need to film us, we can hold the camera or get a tripod and I would never let anyone see it," Lando tells me softly making me nod my head letting him know I understand.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" I ask not fully sure I am comfortable with the idea just yet.

"Of course love! Whenever you know or think you're ready to do it we can rediscuss," Lando tells me softly while pulling me into his lap and placing a few soft kisses on my lips.

It has been a couple weeks since Lando had asked me if he could film us and with 2 back to back triple headers coming up I figured this break would be the best time to film some content so the both of us can have it while Lando is out traveling, especially since I'll only be able to go to a couple of his last races.

"Love, I have an idea," I tell Lando softly crawling into his lap and making him raise a brow for me to continue.

"Go on," Lando urges while I bite my lips letting the nerves get to me.

"You know how you wanted to film us having sex, I was thinking since we were gonna be traveling a bunch this next month while you're on break we could film little scenes and snippets in different places and then I can edit it all together so instead of it just being one time we have sex it's like I don't know how many, we have a lot of sex," I ramble making Lando smile at my last comment.

"Are you sure?" Lando asks me making me nod my head.

"Ya, I think it would be nice to have when you're away," I admit softly while my cheeks heat up realizing that I just admitted to touching myself when he was away.

"Oh my god, my once innocent girlfriend is admitting to touching herself when I'm away," Lando says with a smirk making my face heat up even further.

"Lando," I say while swatting at his chest softly.

"Do you get into our toys too?" Lando with an even more menacing look in his eyes.

"Don't act like I have noticed things go missing when you're away," I tell him softly with a raised brow. We both start laughing lightly. We had definitely sent enough pictures and videos throughout the year of us dating to know damn well we both touched ourselves when he was away but it was truly the first time we had talked about it.

"Can I make a request?" Lando asks softly.

"Ya of course, love," I reply making Lando's face heat in embarrassment just thinking about what he's about to ask.

"I kinda want a video of you touching yourself in the edit," Lando tells me softly making my face heat just thinking about touching myself in front of Lando.

"I'll film one of myself too and you don't have to do it in front of me. I actually would love for it to be a surprise," Lando continues making me relax slightly.

"Okay, I'll film is when you least expect it and it can be a surprise for you," I agree making Lando's face heat up at the thought.

"I think we have time to make our first film," Lando says with a smirk making me laugh lightly be quickly agree.

It's been almost a month since we came up with the plan and Lando leaves for Austin tomorrow which means tonight I give Lando our movie we created.

"Lan, come to the room when you have the rest of the night to yourself," I tell Lando softly peaking into the sim room where he was streaming with Max Fewtrell.

"Okay, do you need me right now? I can get off!" Lando tells me quickly making me laugh when I can hear Max telling Lando he was too damn wipped.

"No, it can wait! Enjoy your stream," I tell him softly.

"I'll be on no more than an hour," Lando tells me making me smile and retreat back into our room where I went into the bathroom and started getting ready.

I did my makeup and hair before I changed into a new lingerie set I knew Lando would love. Once I was all ready Lando was knocking on the bathroom door and asking if I was in there.

"Ya, just give me a minute," I tell him softly while taking a pic in the mirror and saving it for when Lando is away before typing my black silk robe around my body and heading out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going? I thought we were gonna be hanging out," Lando tells me softly making me laugh and shake my head.

"We are, just was bored while you were streaming," I lie softly knowing damn well I just wanted to look good for this moment.

"So I finished editing the video and its kinda long but I wanted to watch it with you," I tell him softly watching his face light up.

"I really hope you like it," I tell him softly making him pull me into his lap so I was stratting him.

"I'm gonna love it! You're the star of the film, nothing better than that," Lando tells me with a smile before pulling me in for a kiss and then letting me turn around so I was sat between his legs letting my back rest against my chest while I load up the 45-minute video of some of our sex adventures the last few weeks.

Scene 1 - Taken right after they agreed to make the video

"Oh fuck Lan," I moan looking right into the camera that Lando was holding and angling it to make sure to get all of my upper body in the shot.

"Fuck, it's like you were made just for me huh? always taking ym cock so well," Lando grunts in reply making me moan out louder.

"Lan I might cum again," I moan out making Lando's thrusting speed up while he brings one of his hands down to my clit where he teases it while I fall over the edge all around his cock.

That's where the video ended and a new scene was in front of us.

Scene 2 - Taken later that night right before we left for dinner. Quicky in the bathroom mirror

"Fucking hell, so goddamn tight," Lando grunts making me throw my head back with my eyes closed.

"No, fucking watch us," Lando says aggressively while he takes ahold of my hair and makes me watch Lando fuck into me from behind.

I was doing my best to hold the camera steady but I was failing miserably so Lando takes it from my hand and continues to fuck into my pussy from behind making sure to focus the camera on my face and the way my tits are bouncing around with each thrust.

"Fuck Lan," I moan loudly when I start cumming all over Lando's cock. He quickly pulls out of my soaked pussy and angles the camera to show him painting my ass with his cum.

We hadn't planned to fuck before dinner but with the idea of making a movie for each other, we were like little teenagers again fucking any chance we could.

Scene 3 - On a yacht off the Meddeteraian coast.

"Lando!" I scream feeling myself fall over the edge again squirting my pleasure all over Lando and the expensive couch we currently were on.

Lando had propped the camera up on the couch making sure to get his and my lower half in the frame of the camera.

"I love making this pretty pussy squirt," Lando groans after watching me squirt for the third time in a row.

"I want you to cum for me again," Lando groans against my lips.

"It's too much," I whine but Lando only speeds his actions up taking me over the edge rather quickly.

"Fuck squirting so much you could fill the sea," Lando teases.

That last comment had both Lando and I laughing lightly.

"Can't believe you kept that in. So embarrassing," Lando whispers into my ear while squeezing my waist a bit tighter.

"I thought it was a good comedic relief. I edited out most of the silly comments you say," I tell him making him groan realizing his post-nut clarity most of the time turns him into a comedian.

Scene 4 - In Y/N's childhood bedroom after visiting family.

"Fuck watching you with your niece is gonna make you a mother," Lando groans while pumping into my tight pussy.

"Fuck Lan," I moan once the words sink in.

"You want that? You want me to give you my babies," Lando grunts through staggered moans letting the pleasure get to him.

"Yes please," I gasp out trying to keep my volume down not wanting my parents to hear us.

"Fuck, I'm close. Please cum with me," Lando grunts out while bringing 2 fingers down to my clit and giving it a rub in small circles bringing the both of us over the edge. As we are cumming Lando grabs the camera from the little stand it was on and brings it to show my face as I'm cumming.

“I'm gonna put a baby in you,” Lando grunts as he continues to fuck my pussy through both of our orgasms.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like that," Lando grunts sending one last thrust deep into my pussy before slowly slipping out and putting the camera close to my core so the camera can pick up his cum slowly leaking from my pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Lando grunts before the video is cut off.

"That was some of the best sex we've had," Lando groans out making me smile.

"Ya it was," I reply softly leaning back farther making Lando grunt out. I wiggle aroung for a second and that's when I feel it. Lando was hard. I just smirk wiggling around another second before Lando is gripping my hips to stop my movement.

"Don't act up," Lando roughly whispers into my ear.

Scene 5 - Lando's apartment after playing paddle with Max Verstappen

"Why the fuck would you do that," Lando says towering over me kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"Lando, I didn't do anything! I was just talking to Max," I reply looking straight up at him.

Lando set up the tripod at the end of the bed and it was currently angled down so it could catch me on my knees on the floor.

"You didn't do anything? Cause from what I seen was you getting all up and close with Max when I went to the bathroom," Lando's voice booms out into the room making me whimper at his anger.

"Lando he was showing me something on his phone," I argue back only making Lando roughly slap my tit.

"No more talking," Lando says before roughly shoving his cock into my mouth making me gag instantly around his cock.

I could feel Lando's hip starting to shift a little trying to grind into my back.

"Of all things you using me is what's getting you to dry hump me like a hormonal teenager," I say shifting my head slightly looking at Lando as his face flushes red and instantly stop his actions.

"Oh you can continue. Be a good boy and keep grinding," I say confidently making Lando groan and start bucking again.

"You'll pay for your little comment later," Lando grunts into my ear and I giggle lightly.

Scene 5 Cont.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," Lando grunts as he continues to fuck my face making tears run down my cheeks.

Lando roughly shoves his cock deep into my throat and holds his hips completely cutting off all of my airflow. I count the seconds in my head and once I reach 12 seconds Lando yanks his cock out making me gag and start coughing.

"Fuck," I cough out trying to get as much air as possible.

"We're going again," Lando grunts tangling his hand in my hair again before shoving his cock back in.

Lando roughly fucks my throat making me continnously gag and cry around his cock. My face has become a complete mess ruining any speck of makeup I had on.

I was a true and proper whore for Lando in this moment and I loved every second of it.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Lando grunts before he shoves his cock all the way into my throat and unleashes a massive load down my throat. I swallow as best I can with Lando so deep. Once he pulls out of my mouth I make sure to collect as much cum off his cock before opening my mouth and showing him the cum pooling in my mouth.

I watch as Lando gathers a large wad of spit in his mouth before leaning down and slowly spitting it into my mouth mixing his spit with his cum.

"Hm, you're such a little cum slut. Swallow," Lando finally says making me close my mouth and swallow his cum and spit mixure.

"I think that's the sluttiest thing I've ever done," I admit softly when the scene in front of us ends. Lando had stopped his grinding as soon as he saw himself shove his cock all the way in my mouth cutting my airflow off. I think when you're in the moment everything seems so normal but then watching it back you realize how rough it really is.

"Do I do that often," Lando asks softly making me shift my body to face him realizing he needed a serious moment.

"Cut my air flow off? Not often but love, it is not something you have to change. If it was I would have asked you to stop. We have safe words and safe actions to get us out of every scene we ever do, I haven't used it for a reason," I tell Lando softly while stroking his cheek. I can tell he's not convinced but he's become more relaxed.

"I didn't realize that was what you looked like when you were struggling for air," Lando admits making me smile softly.

"Pretty slutty huh?" I joke I try lightening the mood while also pulling him in for a kiss trying to show him that I was really okay with it.

"Promise, you don't mind it?" Lando asks softly.

"Promise!" I reply back with a smile turning back around to face the laptop once again.

Scene 6 - Home alone while visiting Lando's parents

"Lan! They might come home," I whisper against Lando's lips as he pulls my body even closer to his.

We were in the pool enjoying the sun when Lando set up the camera right on the poolside clearly showing his intentions.

"They won't I promise," Lando replies while lifting my body out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. Lando changes the camera angle to make sure to get his next actions in the frame.

"We'll be quick if you're worried," Lando replied while pulling off the bottoms to my bikini leaving my lower half completely bare. Lando instantly brings his mouth down to my clit giving it a strong suck and making me whine.

"Fuck," I moan softly when I feel Lando shift his hands to the front of my robe teasing me over my lingerie. Lando's mind finally registers that he's feeling lingerie instead of my regular thong so he's pulling the front of my robe open to see his gift under.

"I'm surprised it took you this long," I reply with a smirk when he's opened the robe to see a specially made lingerie set to have similar accents to his Hungarian GP helmet.

It was a pretty light blue set with little hand-sewn embellishments to look like the hand-painted flowers that littered the helmet.

"Fuck baby, how did you even get this?" Lando asks softly when he realizes it is more than a light blue set.

"Made just for you," I reply with a smirk making him groan and throw his head back.

"You're the best. One of the most thoughtful things ever," Lando replies back softly as he brings his hand back down to my pussy and starts teasing me over my panties.

"Already soaked for me," I feel Lando smirk against my ear.

Cont scene 6

"Lan, feel so good," I gasp when I feel Lando softly push 2 fingers into my busy making me gasp at the feeling.

"I want you to cum," Lando grunts into my pussy sending a whole new wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Oh god," I cry out when Lando speeds up his actions bringing me closer to my orgasm.

"Cum for me," Lando roughly tells me sending me straight into a squirting orgasm.

"Fuck," I scream out as I watch my pleasure spray all over Lando and into the pool soaking him with more than just the pool water.

"Good fucking girl," Lando says while riding my orgasm out before he's slipping his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth to clean them off.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore," Lando says roughly while slipping his fingers out of my lingerie and turning me around so I can face Lando.

I pull him in for a kiss while I feel him pulling his boxers and sweats down to reveal his leaking cock.

I'm instantly climbing fully into his lap with my lingerie pulled to the side so I can sink down taking all of Lando's cock deep into my pussy.

"Fuck I don't think I'm gonna last long," Lando grunts when I start bouncing on his cock clearly pent up from watching some of our sex over the past month.

"Me either," I moan loudly bouncing faster while Lando brings a hand between our bodies and starts teasing my clit knowing that will throw me over the edge far faster than anything else.

"Fuck Lando," I cry out as I feel my orgasm start to build at an embarrassing rate.

"I'm gonna cum," Lando grunts bucking his hips up to meet my thrusts trying to bring the both of us over the edge quicker.

"Oh fuck," I scream out as I start cumming all over Lando's cock pulling him with me and making him bury his cock deep in my pussy and filling it up with his cum.

"Fuck," Lando grunts making me sigh in contentment.

"The rest of the video can be a surprise. I wanna spend my last night between these thighs," Lando tells me softly still fully seated on his cock.

"Deal," I reply softly pulling him in for a kiss while we relax until the next round.

True to Lando's words we did go at it almost all night not stopping until we saw the first light of the sun rising.

[nyahchan]

Ok, here we go. Cryptid x Reader, where the Reader is on a hike with friends and said friends prank the reader in a really mean way causing them to run off and start crying. The Cryptid stumbles upon reader crying and for some reason misinterprets this as reader seeking a mate and starts doing a mating dance thing that the reader starts out being confused by and a little scared but then they start giggling and think it's really pretty, but then that is misinterpreted as accepting the Cryptid and the Cryptid is soooo happy that this little human wants their eggs! And obviously the crying is just from nerves, so they'll just hum and sing until the get all sleepy and fuck their eggs into them. And they'll be so happy when the wake up safe in the Cryptid's nest and so full and pregnant!

Sorry if that was long and weird lol my brain just kept going.

A Cryptid's mate

Yandere cryptid x gn reader

TW:non-con, implied killing, toxic friends, attempted murder, monster fucking, somnophilia, extremely rough non-con, blood, breeding

Author's note:- you didn't specify the gender so I tried to write it in a way that any gender can read it with whatever pronouns as I made sure not to add any

For you guys see this

Humans are stupid and weird, they tell others to be careful of the red signs yet they themselves seem to ignore them.

You are unfortunately one of those foolish humans, you saw the signs yet you chose to ignore them, you knew better than anyone else that these people who stand in front of you laughing right now, calling themselves your "friends" are just wolves in sheeps's clothings. Your eyes start to blur as you remember being so excited when your "friends" asked you to go on a hiking trip with them, there was a slight voice in the back of your head, asking numerous questions about why they would suddenly ask you to hang out with them in an activity considering they never included you in anything, but you were naive and hopeful and you decided to agree.

During the hike, your "friends" kept on whispering to each other and giggling, you couldn't understand why until they reach the middle of the forest where suddenly one of your "friends" shoved you and another took your hiking bag and began rummaging through it, throwing everything on the forest floor.You couldn't understand why, you tried to tell them to stop, but they kept on snickering "There's a dangerous bug that fell in your bag from one of the trees!" said one of them as they threw all your belongings on the floor and then "accidentally" stepped on them. You tried to brush it off as a kind gesture that went wrong, you tried to smile through it but deep down you knew, they did it on purpose.

Now most of the items you had brought for the hike was ruined, your bag had mud on it as well as the items that didn't get ruined. You all continued walking through the forest, going deeper and deeper inside when you guys are met with a river with high current going downstream, there's a path over it to walk through. Your "friends" tell you to walk on the path first ,feeling pressured,you do exactly that but as soon as you do, one of them pushed you into the river,you see in the corner of your eyes that they are grinning as you fall into the river. Your immediate survival insticts start working and you grab onto a large stone in the river and push yourself out, your bag flowing down the river. You're gagging and choking on air as you frantically ask them why they did it and the only thing you get in response is "it's a prank relaxxx" but you can't anymore, tears run down your face, you eyes get blurry and without thinking straight , you run off to whatever direction your feet take you to, you don't look back, you don't look front either, you're vision too blurry from the tears as you cry and run, your wet clothes making lots of splashing noise as it hugs your body, your undergarments fully visible through your clothes now.

Before you know it, you're in the middle of yet another forest except here, there are no trail tracks for hikers, but you don't care, you're too busy crying at the thought that your own "friends" tried to kill you, you cry by yourself, or at least that's what you think as right behind you stands a strange creature, not human, but not full monster, a cryptid or whatever humans nowadays decide to call his specifies, but it looks human and for some reason, it's extremely handsome. The cryptid man watches you cry from behind, you're so drowned in sorrow that you don't even realize there's a monster man behind you. He watches you cry and ponders on what might be the reason for such an adorable little human to be crying all by themselves in his territory, the territory where cryptids live, the territory he rules, the territory far away from human knowledge?And then it suddenly clicks in his mind, you're crying because you can't find a mate. Good news for you, he's also looking for one!

The cryptid immediately jumps in front of you, making his presence known to you. You're immediately startled and frightened at the creature in front of you, you rub your eyes to wipe the tears away and take in the appearance of said creature, it's around 8 feet tall, is muscular, looks so weird yet also like a human, his face is chizzled and he looks so handso- you shake your head and then look at the creature with a look of terror, but that immediately turns to confusion as the cryptid starts doing this weird funky dance, to you, it's a goofy silly dance, to him, it's a mating ritual and the second you crack a smile and start giggling at his mating ritual, he thinks you have accepted his proposal, he's so happy that this cute little human wants to be his mate, he can barely wait in anticipation as he sees your wet clothes sticking to your absolutely delicious body! The cryptid immediately picks you up like paper and carries you even deeper into the forest, you start panicking and try to struggle in the creature's grip but it's futile. Upon seeing your struggle, the cryptid interprets it as you're probably just nerves, but that's okay! He can just hum and sing to you so you feel relaxed cause he needs to make sure his mate is relaxed as he's gonna get his little human pregnant with his seed! And so starts humming a song, occasionally singing it while he keeps taking you deeper and deeper into the forest, before long, you stop struggling and fall limp in his arms as you fall asleep. The cryptid is happy that you're finally relaxed as he places you in his lavish and comfortable nest.

Your clothes are no longer on your body, thrown somewhere in a forgotten corner. Your unconscious body spread apart as you're being split on his large girthy cock, all that can be heard is the wet clenching noises of his inhuman cock hitting deep inside you, slapping against your skin. He plays with your nipples, licking, turning and twisting them, earning a moan from your coma like sleep state. Moans escape your mouth so often even though you're asleep, he's glad that he decided to put you to bed before fucking and breeding your tiny little human body as you definitely would've gotten hurt otherwise as blood drips down from the skin that tore which was expected considering his cock is way too big, so girthy and meaty and the tip is like a mushroom. At one point, you wake up but the immense pain you feel immediately causes you to pass out. The cryptid kisses your lips as it feels itself nearing his release after 3 hours of constant abuse on your tiny body and within a few minutes, he ejaculates inside you, his eggs spilling so deep inside you, your stomach starts bloating a bit and then bloats a lot. You look absolutely divine , filled with his eggs! Although not all of them wi fertiloze, at least one or two will, and he's so excited to see his little human mate all round and pregnant with his spawns!

When you awaken again, you're lying on a fluffy nest, your eyes hazy, you feel dizzy, you feel heavier, you feel extremely sore and in pain to the point tears start trickling down your face, suddenly a pair of rough hands touch you from behind, one caressing your stomach while the other is caressing your face, wiping the tears off of it, you can't do anything but cry "I'm sorry, you must be in a lot of pain, there was lot of blood, don't worry I stitched you up" you wonder how this creature even knows human language, or where he got the tools for stitches or how he knew how to do it, your mind runs a 100 miles a second,youre too scared and exhausted to move so you just whimper when from the corner of your eyes, you spot familiar clothes, you recognize them immediately as the clothes of your "friends", your eyes widen as you see blood on those clothes and your eyes try to wander further to see the full scene but the cryptid immediately covers your eyes with one hand while the other is still caressing your bloates stomach, he coos in your ear "shh darling, you're still recovering, just relax and go back to sleep, you're gonna be a mother soon, you don't need to stress about anything, I got you new clothes as gift for taking my eggs so well, I just haven't washed them yet" is all you hear before passing out again. You're now stuck with this strange creature.

[ssentimentals]

haiii, i really love your writing🤍 can you please do either 13 or 60 with jihoon?? Whichever spark your wonderful mind🤗 Also i wanna ask, can i make another request after this? That's it, thank you!!!

haii sweetie, thank you so much 💜 of course you can make another request after this, thank you for participating in the prompt game! 13 is taken, so let's go with 60 :)

prompt: 'truth serum/spell'

'this is bullshit,' jihoon barely resists flinging his cup to the wall. 'how the fuck-'

'well, considering how you are cursing and you usually never curse then i'd say that it really was the truth serum,' wonwoo says, sighing. 'how you're feeling right now? headache, stomache?'

jihoon doesn't feel any different if not to count for a strong urge to tell wonwoo that his hair is horrible - words are out of his mouth before he can even blink and wonwoo simply raises his eyebrow in response. jihoon purses his lips into a thin line and groans; yeah, it definitely is a truth serum. it's not a big thing and doesn't require doctors, truth serums last for few hours max and don't give any physical harm but they are incredibly annoying. 'i'll just go take something from the cafeteria, i'll be fine,' jihoon mutters.

wonwoo nods. 'it's 8 pm, so there shouldn't be many people around. i'm going back home and i won't tell anyone, but let me know in few hours how you're feeling, yeah?'

jihoon smiles, nodding thankfully. last thing he wants is to worry everyone over such a small thing and wonwoo knows this perfectly well. he also doesn't get offended at all jihoon's outburst about his hair and only jokingly warns him to stay away from directors or anyone important. 'don't want you to say something bad to them,' wonwoo huffs, heading home. 'look out for yourself.'

jihoon does usually, he has no idea who the fuck added truth serum to the coffee. grumbling under his breath, he walks to the cafeteria and instantly thinks of going back when he notices you. he doesn't trust his mouth around you in usual days, but now that he drank a freaking truth serum he certainly needs to run-

'jihoon? what are you doing here so late?' you turn to him with a small smile and shit, running now would be too rude.

'i was checking few tracks,' jihoon says. and then, because truth serum is impossible to ignore, he comments: 'you look beautiful.'

your stunned expression makes him want to die. fuck, you two are not on a compliments basis, you two are barely on a colleagues basis fuck- 'like always,' he adds. 'i mean, you look beautiful. always.'

fucking hell he needs a mouth tape. you look very surprised but he can see it's a pleasant surprise by how your smile widens and cheeks grow rosy. 'oh. thank you. that's very, um. kind of you.' and then because you're an angel, you save him from awkward silence: 'i was actually going to ask you about the comments you gave on my report? i don't think i understand them fully, maybe if you have time now we can discuss it? i'm not sure what i did wrong-'

'nothing,' jihoon interrupts. truth serum is not letting him keep his mouth shut. 'everything was okay in that report, but i needed a reason to see you again so i added some unnecessary comments.'

jihoon is actually going to die. like, go throw himself out of the window. the last thing he wants is to confess his crush on you in this kind of way, totally unrehearsed, completely out of blue. you deserve better, you deserve flowers and nice restaurant and a romantic song-

'what?' you breathe out, confused. 'you- are you kidding? my work is.. a joke to you?'

'no!' jihoon almost shouts. 'no-no, of course not, i'm just a fucking idiot who can't behave like a normal person around you. i'm so gone for you, but i never know how to breach this gap between us cause you're you and i am me and i started writing a song for you, about you, and this stupid truth serum ruined everything-

'truth serum?' you interrupt and then your eyes widen. 'wait. so what you're saying is-'

'all true,' jihoon mumbles, finally taking a deep breath. 'all true.'

there are all kinds of confessions out there and jihoon never thought that this is how it's going to happen, but when you start asking more questions and he has no choice but to answer you honestly - he thinks maybe this version of confession is not the worst one. especially not when you smile and start teasing him, asking him questions like what he thinks of you and what he likes the most about you. 'date tomorrow?' jihoon asks because bravery is reserved for the desperate times.

you laugh. 'yeah, jihoon. date tomorrow.'

maybe there are some good things about truth serums.

a/n: this is the cutest concept i've written flkfngldkgdk, hopefully you liked it! - nini

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[rhemaji]

Lil rant abt Caine

Caine is just a lil guy, despite it all. From a design standpoint I thought I was gonna absolutely fucking hate looking at him because those chattering teeth toys make my skin crawl- but the art direction really helps make him look more appealing and whimsical than a disembodied pair of talking dentures sounds on paper.

The thing with Caine is I didn't initially like him that much after the pilot. While his interactions with Bubble were quite funny, that one episode left me feeling like he'd just end up being kinda one note or at the very least one note in a way that'd get on my nerves. Then everything changed when Pomni Wake Up Time to Go On an Adventure! attacked

The comedic timing throughout that announcement video was so fucking funny and thanks to his line deliveries and animation/model [?] upgrades- CAINE LOOKED AND SOUNDED SO ADORABLE!!

Legit it wasn't until this came out that I realized I actually could be on board with Caine as a character and it's been uphill from there. Episode 2 was better than the pilot not only comedically and visually but also in terms of showcasing just how actually unsettling Caine can be as an antagonist. Not because he's vengeful or malicious, but because he's so oblivious to how people work. His mind's always buzzing with terrible ideas and he's so so eager about these adventures, but at the end of the day he really really doesn't get the circus crew. Try as he might to include them, keep them engaged [ZOOBLE WAIT!], or even give them what they want [Exit doors] he doesn't realize how traumatic and distressing their current situation can be. The very nature of being trapped in a digital world is bad enough but it's especially rough here bc not only does its god have limited capabilities, you also are very well acquainted with him, and he can't fully understand your pain nor can he truly save you from it. He won't mourn your abstraction. He will not attend your funeral. He will not understand the distress of your arrival, nor the weight of your departure.

This isn't just sad from the pov of the circus gang, it's also very sad for Caine- not because i think he'll ever feel sad about it himself necessarily, but instead because the situation is sad. New members appear over and over, you craft adventures and games and distractions like [i'm assuming] they'd asked you to, but over and over, one by one, they abstract. They stop laughing at your jokes. They don't like you. They want you to leave them alone. It's confusing and maybe even inconvenient.

Where I'm hoping the series takes Caine is that this dissonance between Caine's intentions and the distress of the circus gang gets worse and worse and worse until something's got to give. I'm hoping that maybe at some point a character will try to sit down and talk with him and for it to either sorta get through to him but completely backfire in some form because he misinterprets what the others want from him OR i'd also be down for him to listen, but not understand any of it and proceed as tho nothing happened. I don't want Caine to come around really, it'd be interesting to see how Goose would go about having him come around to being a better host that empathizes more with humans, but personally I do prefer him to keep on keepin' on being this oblivious and eager antagonist.

My favorite Caine lines/line deliveries so far:

"You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders, where anything can happen!…e-except for swearing."

"And here we have THE GROUNDS! Drown yourself in the digital lake, or engage in ridery at the digital carnival!"

"What do you think of XDDCC? You're right, terrible, LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN!"

"Kaufmo abstracted? Why didn't anybody tell me?"

"Bubble you can't say that"

"-ZOOBLE WAIT!"

"Why are you all just standing there?! The- The Canyon- C-Candy Canyon Kingdom needs you now!" [according to his VA, this was an actual line flub but hoo boy am i glad they use it bc it's hilarious]

"I know you guys love your NPCs, but if I start losing track of who's a human and who's an NPC, who knows...what. could. happen..."

That last line there specifically surprised me the most because up until he said that I was under the impression Caine was linked to every single NPC. I even thought he could see through their eyes if he so chose thanks to his "hundreds of all seeing eyes" line in the pilot. Him saying this here implies lots of things. Has Caine forgotten before? Is someone in the circus secretly an NPC ooooooooh~

"Who knows what could happen..."

Honestly, when Caine first said this I did immediately theorize Jax as being an NPC but now that it's been *checks calendar* three months since I watched episode 2, I don't think this is the case anymore. Jax being an NPC would be...something. Jax not knowing he's an NPC would be interesting [i like it when ppl's realities get shattered], but honestly I think this line was a way to telegraph to the audience that no Caine isn't actually all knowing. He didn't know Gummigoo was coming through that portal until he saw him with his own two eyes. My theory is that Caine is only able to teleport, create, censor, transform, and destroy the world around him, but isn't able to see all of it at once unless he tries to. I think Caine's default state is one where he only knows what he sees directly in front of him/what he himself has left waiting for someone else. And rather than implying someone in the gang is an NPC, I think that line in episode 2 was mainly implying Caine can be tricked, that it's possible to hide something from him, to surprise him even. Though I'm not opposed to an NPC we haven't met trying to join under the guise of being human, it'd potentially create some fun tension assuming the audience was given enough reason to care about them.

Jax is actually my favorite character in tadc, but i couldn't fill an entire post with things to say abt him. Caine seems to be- at least as of right now- the easiest of all the characters to try and wrap my head around. I'll probably have a lot more to say about Jax as he exists in canon as the episodes come out [EPISODE 6 MY BELOVED]

but uhhhh yeah, that's all the things i had to say abt Caine. Pls go watch/listen to the fansong Digital Land bye!

[rottenraccoons]

Hello!

Not sure if it's ok to ask but I'm kind of curious about condition/s for the transformation (referring to the ending 25 in Cirrus chapter 2 route). Some kind of medicine or torture, maybe?

English is not my first language so I'm kinda confuse. UwU

If that contains any spoilers or information will be provided in the next chapter (or somehow already explained but I missed QuQ), please feel free to ignore <3

Luv u guys, love the game, can't wait to play more of them!

This is a pretty Chapter Two spoiler-heavy topic so I'm gonna put it under a readmore, but the short answer is that it's safe to assume there's probably more information out there.

So, the transformation reveal in Ending #25 is contextualised by information revealed in Keir's second chapter. We recommend players do both routes even if they're only really interested in one love interest since information in one route can inform another.

In there, Keir and his gang describe the process of making lunar ichor as involving drugs and torture. But an important thing to remember is that they're guessing at what the process is; they're making very educated guesses, but they're reverse-engineering a process based on victim testimony, and the victims also don't fully understand what's going on.

Which is to say, the theory in Keir's route isn't wrong, but it's safe to assume they don't know the full story either. If you don't totally understand the conditions, that's fine.

[lemotmo]

I might actually die from anticipation. Anyway I agree with all of this! We're getting Buddie canon!!

Q. The last 5 minutes of that episode felt like they were at warp speed. But the Buddie stuff we got was so good!!! I can't actually believe those scenes are canon! I'm very annoyed at the Ryan stuff and dear god the Lou stuff, but everything else was so good! I feel like I'm flying!

A. The last 5 minutes gave me whiplash, anon, I agree. Any other time I would have said the Buddie scene at the end should have been cut and moved to the beginning of the next episode because it didn't really fit, and they did have to rush through the Maddie rescue to get it into the episode. But the context of that scene was necessary for upcoming episodes, and since I believe we're getting some kind of time jump as we open episode 11, they didn't really have a choice. The scene needed to be there and it was a PERFECT Buddie scene.

I will touch the Lou nonsense in this one ask, and I won't answer another one. For me personally it feels like trolling. He knew exactly what kind of pic to post and it's absolutely the kind of immature bullshit he finds funny. He could have been doing anything. 911 is not the only thing that shoots on that lot. ABC isn't the only studio who uses that lot. I think he knew exactly what he was doing and he found it funny. That's my personal take. Tommy serves no narrative purpose anymore. The Tommy part of Buck's brain officially died last night. There is no story reason to bring him back for a scene. Does that mean Tim won't? Nope, but if he does it would be for the sole purpose of having the audience see Buck actively choose Eddie. It would be used as a way to give Buck back the agency he kind of lost during their breakup. That would be the only reason he was there. And it's not necessary. Now it's possible Tim is tired and so he has written in a scene that would explicitly have Buck say out loud he doesn't want him, and it was never about him. That's also not unlike Tim. So it's one of those options, but I still personally feel like he was just attention seeking and it's nothing.

I haven't seen the Ryan stuff personally, thank god. Yay for my dash curation! I've heard about it from mutuals and asks but I haven't physically seen it myself. That being said, streaming services have obliterated an entire generation's ability to watch television. They genuinely don't know how to watch a television show. They don't understand how to WATCH. They want immediate satisfaction and answers and bullet point explanations for everything. The show has made it clear where this thing is headed. There is no more room for doubt. They are two characters on the same path going towards the same conclusion, however Buck is further along on the path. Eddie is still behind him because Eddie's route on the path has a detour (Christopher and Texas). That means Oliver can make acting choices and interview answer choices that Ryan cannot make yet. Oliver has fully made the turn. He is 100% playing Buck as in love with Eddie. And Buck is going to fully realize it either in episode 11 or 12. It's coming quickly for Buck. Eddie is not at that stage yet though so Ryan has to be more subtle. Ryan played the truck scene (the fact that scene is canon makes me want to climb the wall, twirl my hair, and kick my feet), and the goodbye scene perfectly. He was perfect in those scenes. Not only could you see the weight on him you could feel the weight on him. The uncertainty. The confusion about everything. The dialogue was loud but everything Ryan did with the dialogue, and silently without any dialogue was louder. He didn't look at Buck in the truck when he said 'it's not nothing'. He was awkward at the uhaul when it was time to say their goodbyes. They both played that scene so pitch perfect it gave me goosebumps. He allowed all the emotions Eddie was feeling to play out on his face. The subtle shift with his eyebrows during their hug was heartbreaking because it was Eddie taking a moment to realize what he's walking away from, and all the different emotions happening inside of him in that moment. There is a part of Eddie that knows. Ryan's playing it like that. Ryan is playing it as if Eddie was forced to choose between his son and Buck and he chose his son, as he should have, but that doesn't mean that leaving Buck isn't breaking his heart. And he doesn't have the mental strength to examine that more closely just yet. He's just trying to convince himself that what he's doing is right and for the best so it doesn't matter that he's hurting himself to make this choice. Ryan demonstrated all of that in that scene and anyone who's trying to argue otherwise is lying to themselves. And Eddie looked back! Abby never looked back, but Eddie did!! He looked back at Buck! That entire scene was god tier and I need people to understand that.

I also need people to understand that these scenes are not for the fandom. Obviously we eat them up, but their not for us. These scenes are for the general audience. These scenes are walking the general audience through the tonal and emotional shift in their relationship. They are very romantic coded. The dialogue, the music, the acting choices from both Oliver and Ryan. This is the show's way of making sure the audience as a whole understands and recognizes that their dynamic is changing. The audience is getting to witness the shift for both of them in real time. I desperately need people to understand how fucking good that is. We are getting to watch both men realize what's happening between them in real time and on an individual level. It's their love story! One episode at a time!!What they're doing is glorious and genuinely beautiful. Please don't take this for granted because this doesn't happen often. If you're not capable of following the story as it's told, which includes a week between episodes, and other storylines getting focus as well, then wait for the season to finish and binge the season at that point. But I am begging you all to learn how to watch a television show the way they were intended to be watched. Because that's what's happening here. We're getting ANTICIPATION!!! And LONGING!!! And I'm vibrating out of my skin! 🩷

Thank you Nonny!

Yeah, I agree with Ali on the Buddie of it all. We know where this is going, so let's just enjoy the ride. You know?

Seems I'm the only one who liked how they handled those last 5 minutes of the episode. I think it was a really clever way to go about things in order to make some time for the final Buddie goodbye scene.

I already said what I wanted to say about T and the Ryan stuff. I don't wish to talk about it anymore for today. I just want to enjoy my Buddie high for the remainder of this day. 😋

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Not a Baby Anymore

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack have to get on the same page regarding Axel, who clearly lets you know that he is tired of being treated what he believes is unfairly by you

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Axel hadn't been your biggest fan after he had asked you if he could go to soccer camp after school was going to be let out in a few weeks. You had your hesitations of him being away from you for a long period of time and even though he was getting older, you weren't quite ready for it. So, of course you told him no. That led to him catching an attitude with you and running straight to his room but not before telling you that ‘You never let me do anything. I wish dad was here more.’

You were trying to explain your reasoning to him, but he didn't want to hear it. Jack was due to be back later that evening and you had a strong feeling that he was going to try and convince you otherwise.

Once Jack had made it in the door and saw you sitting in the living room on your phone, he simply sat down next to you before sliding you onto his lap. Your arms immediately went around his neck and he gave you several kisses.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his lips before giving him another kiss which instantly made a smile come to his face.

“I missed you too. Where are all my babies?” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around you.”

“Ivy and Autumn are in the backyard, Cam and Cash are with my parents, and Axel was in his room the last time I checked. Nova is working on her science project.”

“Hmm, that's weird. He's usually all up under you. I'm surprised he lets you breathe sometimes.” Jack knew early on that the bond you and Axel shared was special since the both of you almost lost your lives.

He remembered when he was going back and forth from your hospital room in the ICU to the NICU to see the triplets and how he was probably either going to lose his wife or one of his children. Those were the longest few days of his life and he didn't know what he was going to do if you left him before he properly got to have a chance at fixing your marriage.

“Aht! Not too much on my baby boy.” You answered while playfully hitting Jack who laughed.

“Our baby boy is almost fourteen.”

“Your point!? But I know he missed you.” But you didn't mention the argument that you two got in earlier which was why he was now in his room. Because he didn't want to be near you.

“Well let me go check on them. I'll be back.”

Jack slid you off his lap before kissing your forehead and going upstairs to see Axel.

He noticed that his door was open and he poked his head in, excited to be reunited with one of his oldest babies only to see him angrily wiping tears away from his face.

“Ax what's wrong? Did something happen?” Jack asked as he stepped fully into his room and sat next to him on his bed.

“I want to go to soccer camp.”

“Okay, just let me know all the details about it and we'll pay for you to go. Why the tears?” Jack answered, but he could tell that there was something else.

Axel shook his head no and Jack looked at him confused.

“Ax?”

“I already asked mom and she said no.”

“What? Did she tell you why?”

“No, I walked away from her. She never lets me do anything especially when you aren't here. She lets my sisters do anything they want, but I have to stay home.”

This was the first time that Axel vocalized this to Jack and he quickly grew annoyed with you.

“You want to go?”

“Yes. All my friends are going.”

“Then that settles it. I’ll deal with your mother.”

“I don't understand why she always tells me no.”

“Don't worry. I’ll talk to her.”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we have pizza for dinner? If I had asked mom she would have probably told me no too.”

Jack stifled a laugh before answering him.

“We’ll order it when Cash and Cam come back.”

Little did Jack know that you had been standing on the top step listening to their conversation and was going to confront him about it. You quietly snuck back down the steps to sit in the living room and bide your time.

Jack stayed with Axel for another twenty minutes before going to see the girls and then made his way back inside.

—

“Jackman….” Jack heard you say his name as he heard your footsteps approach from behind him and he immediately sighed because he knew a shitstorm was coming. He had just left Axel's room for the second time and had made his way downstairs to find something to snack on.

“Yes, baby?” He replied as he turned around to face you.

“Why did you tell Axel that it was okay for him to go to soccer camp when I specifically told him no?”

“Because you are overprotective of him and never let him do anything.” Jack said being completely honest as he shrugged.

“What? No I'm not!”

“Babe, yes you are. You aren't like that with Ivy and Autumn and let them do anything that they ask within reason. Why doesn't Axel get the same treatment?”

“I do give him the same treatment!”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? You let me teach him how to play and it took me months to convince you to say yes. Our baby boy is growing up and it's about time you accepted that.”

“Well yes! He has asthma! That was my entire reasoning.”

“That is well controlled. He hasn't had an attack since he was 6 and takes his meds on a daily basis.”

“But what if something happens and I'm not there? Did we forget that we almost lost him?”

“Y/N…. Thirteen years ago. He is fine and going to make good choices. All of his friends are going and I don't want him to feel left out.”

“I still don't know. The thought makes me nervous.”

“He's not going to be far from home and it's only for two weeks.”

“TWO WEEKS? No, that's too long for him to be away from us. Absolutely not.”

“So let me ask you this. When he becomes an adult because you know that's eventually going to happen, right? Are you going to be babying him like this? And sheltering him? How is he supposed to experience anything? I'm convinced that you're going to go to college with him too.” Jack explained, but all you did was roll your eyes.

“My answer is still no.”

“And I told him yes. My second born came to me in tears, upset and told me how when I'm not here and he asks you to do something nine times out of ten you tell him no. This is something that he really wants to do and his mom shouldn't be ruining that for him.”

“But he's my baby.” You quietly said as you were trying to blink back tears. All of your children held a special place in your heart but you admit you took extra precautions when it came to Axel because he wasn't dealt the best hand when you brought him into the world.

“And he's mine too. I want all of them to be able to experience things and have opportunities but one child shouldn't feel like he's being left out.”

Just then you heard footsteps and turned to see that it was Axel who was trying to wipe the remnants of his tears away before you saw them making your heart break.

“Axel…” You started to say, but he immediately went over to Jack.

“She won't let me go will she?” He asked as he looked up at him and all Jack did was sigh.

“Ax, turn around and ask her.”

“Why? She's probably going to say no like she always does.”

“All I want to do is protect you.” You said as your eyes started to water.

“I'm not a baby anymore! And I'm tired of you treating me like one. I take my meds every day and I haven't been in the hospital since I was six. I want to go to soccer camp with my friends!”

Crossing your arms, you gathered your thoughts before responding.

“I know that you aren't a baby anymore, but this is hard for me. I know I say this all the time, but I didn't even think that you would make it to six months old. So can you understand why I`m so hesitant. But if this is what you want, okay.” You responded while shrugging.

“Wait, that's it?” Axel asked, thinking that you were going to put up more of a fight.

“Yes.”

“But there are going to be rules that you have to follow.” Jack piped up and Axel eagerly nodded.

“You call us everyday, set an alarm on your phone for your meds and take your inhaler with you. If at any point you don't feel well, you tell them immediately so that they’ll be able to get you the help you need. This will be the test to see if you can be responsible enough to be away from us.” Jack explained while Axel was actively listening.

“Okay, I will. Promise.”

As you stood off to the side, Jack looked at Axel and nudged his head in your direction while you weren't looking.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

Axel didn't respond, but instead hugged you and you tightly hugged him back.

“I promise that I'll be fine.”

“I know you will.”

—

“That woman has one more time to look at you before I go off.” You told Jack as both of you were at Axel's championship soccer game for his team. It was the last day of summer camp and you could tell that you and Jack made the right choice even though it took a little convincing on his part to get you to say yes.

All Jack did was laugh before wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek.

“Baby, please don't. We're here to see Axel play.”

“She is giving you bedroom eyes. I can focus on two things at the same time!”

“The only person that I'm going into a bedroom with is you so she can forget it. But focus on Axel!”

“Fine, but when the game is over I'll deal with her.”

It was down to the last few seconds and the game was tied when Anthony, Axel's best friend and teammate passed him the ball which he kicked right into the net and scored, winning the game.

You and Jack erupted in cheers as his teammates gathered around him and picked him up.

Once the crowd died down, you and Jack made your way onto the field and Axel immediately ran to the both of you. Once he reached you, both of you immediately brought him into a hug.

“So proud of you.” You whispered in his ear as he hugged you both tighter.

“Thank you for letting me come.”

“Anything to see our baby happy. Now where are we going to celebrate your amazing championship winning goal?”

“Hmm Wing Stop?”

“I… seriously?” Jack said as he looked at the both of you.

“Momma's baby. You should already know.” You responded while shrugging.

The three of you were walking back to Jack’s car when Axel turned to look at him.

“Hmm, I guess you are a good teacher after all.” Axel told Jack.

“Obviously, you get your talent from me.”

“I thought that I got it from mom?”Axel playfully asked.

“WHAT? Since when does your mom play soccer?”

“See? Our son knows he got all his good qualities from me.”

“Not that attitude.” Jack shot back and you immediately rolled your eyes as Axel laughed.

“But being a soccer mom does look good on you.”

“I make anything look good.” You said while winking.

“Including dad.”

“HEY! Don't you two start! But I have to agree.”

“Mom, do you think I'm good enough to go pro?” Axel asked as your eyes went wide.

“Um Ax, let's just get through the rest of today first. I don't think your mom is ready to have a constant series of panic attacks if you play professionally.”

“Only if I come with you to every practice, workout session, and game of course!”

“On second thought, never mind.”

“I'll get us all matching shirts.”

“Dad, make it stop.”

“Nope, you asked for this.”

[mandalhoerian]

I love your analysis on Rafayel, I thought there was something wrong with me not understanding his card! If it's not too much to ask, can you break down his final dialogue? I don't get his point. why is he suddenly bringing up love when this has been about art? Isn't he saying that the love he feels is also bringing him pain, isn't this a bad thing😅 Is it just me 😅 I feel crazy... You can ignore this if you want no hard feelings

the said analysis on intertidal zone for people who haven't seen it!

first of all, please don't be hard on yourself for not understanding, you're okay! this was me too. i got you!

"i once stubbornly believed only pain could bring me inspiration. I traveled far and wide in search of it. Pain that inspires me, I mean. Like a sea that's about to dry up. The art of creation is part of my life. You made me realize love and art are so alike. Even if they don't complete me but burn me instead, I still want them with every fiber of my being."

but before i can explain this fully, I want to go take a few steps back and go into what he previously revealed. I swear it makes sense to start from the beginning, trust me. spoiler alert, I've discovered something you guys. (@pasdenomadonner you can put this on reddit too if you'd like!!)

"actually i was here last time for an exhibit and i found myself in the same situation."

this could refer to either his fever, or his lack of inspiration, or both. the next line confirms that he was going through creative block, though -> "as far as i know, this is the longest time my mind's been like a blank sheet of paper."

and mc says, "you mean you can't draw?"

I totally missed this before & thought it was a tangent that came out of nowhere. But what Rafayel did is that, without words, showing her that he was in fact able to fix his inspiration issue the last time. This isn't a random reveal that the ocean and desert painting belonged to him all this time. It says that his trip to here fixed his creative block and the piece he made from the inspiration he got from Aridum made it to the memorial hall. He's saying, "No no, I could draw."

He's come here again for guaranteed inspiration hit. He's basically saying his trip here didn't work this time around and this isn't doing anything for him, despite the tragedy all around him.

Do you know what this means? STAY WITH ME NOW, STAY WITH ME.

because this ties DIRECTLY to him saying "i stubbornly believed only pain could give me inspiration" -- so, if only pain gives him inspiration, why can't he draw now? why is his mind blank? Is he not getting his inspiration from pain anymore? What will he do now, then? THAT'S what he's struggling with.

NOW we can dive into the rest of the final dialogue.

1. “The art of creation is part of my life.”

This line sets the stage. Rafayel isn’t just saying art is important to him, it’s essential. Not a hobby. Art isn’t just a thing he does, it’s who he is.

What he’s really saying here is: “Art is a core part of my identity. Without it, I’m not me.”

2. “You made me realize love and art are so alike.”

Here’s the pivot. It's so confusing at first glance because you expect him to elaborate in "What way?" But I believe Rafayel is setting the stage to make a direct comparison between art--this thing he just declared essential to his life--and love not just by commenting on their similarities but by implying that love (MC) is just as essential as art.

Think about what this means for someone like Rafayel:

Art has always been his way of processing the world, expressing himself, and finding meaning. It’s his lifeline.

By comparing love to art, he’s saying that MC has brought something into his life that feels equally vital, equally irreplaceable.

He’s realizing that MC, like art, isn’t just something that happens to him--it’s something he needs.

3. “Even if they don’t complete me but burn me instead...”

This is where it gets personal and raw. Rafayel doesn’t see art or love as things that “fix” him or make him whole. Instead, he sees them as forces that challenge him, consume him, and demand something from him.

“Burn me instead”: The idea of burning here isn’t necessarily negative, perhaps. It’s could be about intensity and being consuming. Both art and love push Rafayel to his limits, force him to confront himself, and sometimes hurt him in the process. But he’s okay with that. The burn isn’t a deterrent--it’s a part of what makes these things so meaningful to him.

In essence, he’s saying: Even if art and love aren’t easy, even if they don’t make me feel whole or safe, I still want them. I still need them.

4. “I still want them with every fiber of my being.”

This line drives the point home, circling back to how he said they were "alike". Rafayel isn’t just tolerating the burn--he’s choosing it. He wants art and love, not because they’re perfect or painless, but because they’re what give his life meaning. Remember his "Addictive Pain" anectode? I don't think he dislikes this kind of "pain" but MC isn't in a place to understand what he means yet is my takeaway.

YEAH?. YEAH. I'M DOING LAPS IN MY ROOM HE'S SO. HE'S SOOOOOO. AND I'M SO SLOW, I DIDN'T GET ALL OF UNTIL LATER, LIKE HOW THE LAST TIME HE WAS ABLE TO BE INSPIRED BY ARIDUM DURING CREATIVE BLOCK BUT NOT ANYMORE. "Why is he bringing up love all of a sudden. Weren't we just talking about art?" was such a raw connection he was trying to pull and it flew right over my head.

And understanding the burning thing quite literally I imagine, LIKE I WAS DOING, MC is like

he's such a tortured artist

anyway. I hope I was able to help, anon. It's thanks to you I went in and discovered these new things. Why is it always Rafayel. I feel like local tumblrina discovering media literacy for the first time, I swear I'm good at consuming media it's him making things difficult (even though me personally I've made my peace with having a peanut for a brain that runs on brainrot)

[urlovebot]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Too close

closeted bada, bf-to-ex howl, secret gf y/n.

c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

a/n: the characters depicted are not related nor based off of their personalities in real life. this is purely fiction. also shout out to @wrosie-writes. they wanted to see anti howl fic. they ask, they shall receive. enjoy!

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"are you okay?"

bada hears howl, but she's more concerned with the contents on her phone than she is with him.

"i'm fine." bada tries to make it sound as believable as possible.

“i don’t get you.” howl glares at her, eyes boring into the back of her head.

“...what are you talking about?”

“you and y/n. you’re just really close with her. you confide in her, you trust her. it kind of pisses me off if i’m being honest.”

bada moves her focus from the tv to howl who stands behind the couch she sits on. she looks at him incredulously. why is he bringing this up now?

“what prompted this?”

“you. i know you’re texting her right now.”

bada challenges him, “and if i am?”

howl rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. he was so fucking fed up with you. every chance you got, you were with howl and bada. howl felt like you were intruding all the time, meanwhile, bada told you to not be a stranger. he was angry.

“i want you to stop talking to her.”

bada fully turns around and blinks up at him, “what?”

howl’s eyes narrow, “you heard me. stop talking to her.”

bada shakes her head, “i shouldn’t have to choose. don’t make me choose.”

howl stands firm and bada almost caves. a part of her loves howl. another part of her loves you, deeply.

bada stands up and tries to walk around him. what the fuck was she supposed to do? why was he putting her in this impossible position?

“lets go to bed and talk about this in the morning. please.”

bada continues walking towards their shared bedroom but howl stops her. he grabs hold of her wrist and pulls, “don’t walk away from me. you’re avoiding this.”

she wrenches her hand out of his grip and rubs at her wrist. he’d never done that before and it hurt. it hurt.

“i just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

howl frowns and tries to grab at her again but bada dodges his advancement toward her. she shifts to the other side of the island in their kitchen.

“i dont like this.”

she felt scared. small.

howl raises his voice, “you know what i don’t like? watching my girlfriend be mentally intimate with another person. you’re not even fucking her, you just care too much about her. you pour yourself into her instead of me. god, bada, we havent had sex in weeks! you barely let me hold your hand. Is it y/n? is she forcing you to do something you don’t want to do?”

bada’s jaw drops momentarily. but her shock is replaced with anger and frustration. distress and confusion. “what did you mean by that last part?” she leans forward and places her hands on the surface in front of her.

“you heard me. i know y/n likes women. is she coming on to you? you know i don’t like that and i can make her stop if you want me to. just say the words.”

bada shakes her head, confusion still drawn on her face, “you can make her stop? how? and what do you think it is that she could possibly be doing? what’s so wrong with her liking women?”

howl puts his head in his hands. he couldn’t believe how dense bada was acting. it’s like she didnt understand that-

“i don’t like that about her. you know that doesn’t sit right with me. i can take care of it. of her.”

fear pools in the bottom of bada’s stomach. she gets nauseous and thinks carefully about her next words as they mean alot for your own personal safety. she did not want to compromise that. she… she did not want to compromise herself either. she tries to act passive and pulls out her phone. she sends you a quick “sos” and sets her phone on the counter.

“you don’t need to take care of anything. stop worrying about it. about me. about her. everything is fine. i’m tired baby, can we please just let this go for the night?”

she glances down as she sees the texts coming in from you.

are you okay?

please answer me.

are you at howls?

its late, i need to know if you’re safe

i see your location, i’m on the way

*y/n has shared their location with you*

i’ll be there in 10 minutes. if it’s howl messing with you again, i swear to god i’ll take that fucker out tonight.

howl rounds the corner of the island and takes steady strides to bada and she stumbles back, praying that you show up sooner rather than later.

“you don’t see how she’s fucking with your head? she doesn’t love you like i do, bada.” howl reaches a hand up to bada’s face.

bada shakes in fear, its creeping up her spine and she can feel his breath on her face. he’s too close.

he’s too brave.

bada takes his hand in hers and places it back down by his side,

“you don’t love me howl. I’m something for you to show off like a trophy to your friends. I have no real meaning to you. you dress me up and make me out to be whoever you want me to be, but i’m not her. I’m not the girl you want me to be so desperately.”

bada straightens up for the first time in a couple months and she laughs as she realizes - her and howl stand at the same height. it makes her chuckle in his face. she advances towards him instead and now, the tables turn. howl looks almost… disturbed? shocked? he’d never seen bada be so… firm. so confident.

“y/n lets me be myself. fully. she accepts every part of me without question. her love is unconditional with no limit. no ceiling. there are no dealbreakers- she just loves me. howl i cant even wear sweatshirts around you without you saying i’m not being feminine enough. i’m not pretty enough. but y/n? it doesn’t matter what the fuck i have on because its me. and she loves me regardless.”

bada’s phone dings again and as she looks down at it, its you.

i’m parked, i’m in the elevator going to your floor now

bada walks around howl to their bedroom, he follows.

“where do you think you’re going?” howl crosses his arms.

bada grabs her emergency bag, only needing a couple items since you already had half of her wardrobe at your apartment. “i’m going out. i’m not sure when i’ll be back.”

she exits the bedroom and makes her way to the door,

“and let me just tell you this, howl. If it came between you and y/n, i will always choose y/n. without question.”

and as if on cue, the doorbell rings. bada swings the door open to reveal you in a pair of sweatpants and one of her sweatshirts draped on your body. bada tries her best to shield howl from your sight and exit as swiftly as she possibly can given the situation, but howl grabs her arm and yanks. you hear bada hiss, and as soon as you lay eyes on howl, you feel rage encompass your entire being. you step into the door and remove his hand from her arm, pulling bada from out of the door frame and behind you.

“how dare you lay your fucking hands on her? are you kidding me?” you take a step forward but bada pulls you back and intertwines her hand with your own, “let’s go y/n. please”

howl’s body is slumped, insecurity swallowing him whole. you can't help but laugh at him. he was such a fucking idiot. you turn around and scan bada for any harm, luckily, she seems fine other than being a little shaken up. you lean up to give her a kiss on her cheek and take one last look at howl. pathetic. you both turn to walk away and howl hopes bada turns around to look at him, show any waver of uncertainty. but she never looks back, she just moves forward. with you.

──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your fingers twirl through bada’s hair. she’d changed into comfy clothes once you guys got home and now she’s sprawled out on top of you, head laying on your chest.

“you okay?” your hand pushes the hair out of her face. you feel her nod. she shifts so that her head is resting upright.

“i am now.” she grins up to you, pressing her lips against your own. she really meant it this time.

[pigfacedbitch]

Way Back Home

summary : visiting May Castellan after the Battle of Manhattan.

word count : 1.1k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Sibling! Luke Castellan x Reader

warning/s : death, mourning for loved ones, and the unfairness mortals go through because of the gods.

here is my masterlist!

Note : I'm not going to lie, I thought about this for a long time. I picked Phillipa Soo from Hamilton because she's perfect for the role. I SWEAR THAT IF THEY CHOOSE ANYONE ELSE, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A PROBLEM! DON'T THEY SEE THE POTENTIAL?

After the battle, like everyone else, you mourn for your lost. Specifically, Luke Castellan.

Sure, he was the traitor who betrayed your trust, caused the death of friends and siblings, and nearly brought the world to ruin by aiding Kronos. But before all that, he was your brother.

Your loving, funny, patient, older brother, the one you always confided in. He gave you affection and encouragement when you needed it, and for a time, the anchor in your fucked up demigod life.

As much as you want to forget him, you can't. You loved him dearly.

While going through the belongings he left in the Hermes Cabin, you come upon a picture of his mother.

When you first asked Luke about her, the grim expression on his face was enough for you to never ask about her again.

Until he opened up to you, saying she was cursed by the spirit of Delphi and this made him run away from home.

You thought of Rachel O' Dare, the red headed girl who is now Apollo's Oracle, and what it means for May Castellan.

Is she okay? Is her curse lifted anyhow? Is she aware of what happened?

Then it hit you. You can visit her and see for yourself, but you didn't want to go alone.

When you suggested it to Annabeth, she was hesitant.

After all, she had her own painful memories in that house; particularly May's glowing green eyes and manic behavior.

However, she knew it was necessary. It will give her the complete closure she needed with Luke, as will you.

As expected, Annabeth told Percy, Thalia, and Grover about it. While they were doubtful that it would end well, they agreed to come along for both your sakes.

Just as you were about to leave Camp Half-Blood, you are surprised to see some of your siblings waiting by Thalia's tree.

"Leaving without us?" Travis asks with a smirk as you approach.

"May we go with you? We promise we won't trash her house." Connor adds.

"What are you guys—" Travis cuts you off, the usual mischief in his eyes replaced with solemnity.

"Luke was our brother too." He says, walking closer to pull you in an embrace. "So, we're not going to let you go through this alone. Got it?"

"Excuse me, we're here!" Percy remarks, sarcastic. "We're also supporting her.”

"Do you hear anyone, guys?" Connor asks, feigning confusion. "Because, I don't."

"Why, you son of a bitch—"

"True, but that's not the point. Let's go!" Connor interjects. The rest try to muffle their laughs, including you.

You arrived at the Castellan residence— a once-beautiful home with white fences and a front lawn. You can almost imagine Luke as a baby, carefree and happy with his mother and Hermes.

Oh, how that poor child turned out.

It was you who knocked on the door, with everyone else on standby. A woman, looking lost and broken, answered with a meek "H-Hello?"

She wasn't as Annabeth had described, but she wasn't the youthful, beautiful woman from Luke's pictures either.

The sight of her alone made you wanted to march to Olympus and shove your foot down your dad's ass.

Nevertheless, she invited you into her home. You frown upon seeing the mess, especially the Kool-Aid and moldy sandwiches in Tupperware containers.

As you, Annabeth, and Thalia explain what happened; you braced for a violent reaction. Instead, she just cries.

Without thinking, you got emotional and pulled her into a hug, apologizing frantically for something you didn't even fully understand. Was it guilt for Luke's downfall? Anger at the gods for the suffering they caused innocent mortals like his mom?

You immediately pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the broken woman who, like so many others, had lost a child whose life was just beginning.

The others started to help around the house while you console her— cleaning up the mess, fixing the lights, plumbing, even mowing the lawn and painting the fence. You had no idea where they got the supplies from, and when you asked Travis, he just winked.

Percy was having a blast with the water, Annabeth had to calm him down.

May wept once more, this time from overwhelming happiness. Her home wasn't the same as before, but it's getting there. It'll be better with time, like her.

She managed to gain composure after a while, and thanked all of you for coming.

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to offer right now." She says, mustering a smile. "But if you need assistance, don't hesitate to come over."

As you all drove off, you could hear the neighbors complain about missing cleaning house supplies. Annabeth turns to your brother with a frown.

"Travis!"

"What? We needed it!"

Chiron was pleased to see how it turned out. Due to your initiative, he proposed an idea. Every fallen demigod must be honored, not only by burial rites, but their mortal families shall receive visitations and gifts if they choose to accept it.

The program is ongoing, and he specifically asked you to handle it.

Wow, too much work with no pay but okay.

May occasionally gives you and your siblings gifts and generously welcomes demigods in need, offering them food and shelter during their missions. She even entrusted you with a baby picture of Luke, a cherished keepsake among your belongings.

Then one night, Hermes visited you in your dreams. You've met him before, but this time he seem different. Happier. At peace.

He expresses his gratitude, and offered you anything you wanted.

"I want to punch you. Not as a god, as a human."

You expected him to smite you on the spot, but Hermes just laughs in amusement and agrees.

When you swung, you transferred all your pent-up emotions into your fist. It landed squarely on his perfect jaw, and you couldn’t help but smirk as he fell to the ground.

"You're stronger than I thought." He says.

"Well, I had to be."

Hermes’ smile falters at your words, and awkward silence followed.

"He's happy, dearest. Luke… He's in Elysium with the others."

Unfazed by the bruise forming on his jaw, he presses a kiss on your head.

“He's fine now. And you will be too.”

“I know.”

The next day, you woke up with the biggest smile on your face, gloating that you got to punch Hermes himself.

You're pretty sure that most of your siblings are now praying to him for the exact same thing.

[cheynovak]

Echoes and Shadows - Part 4  

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N           

Warnings:  Fights, gunshots, miscarriage, implied smut, blood, ... 

Side note: English isn’t my first language    

Words:  3600  

*Does not follow the boys storyline *

 

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In the 1950, Soldier Boy had to train a train a young girl supe named Y/N, she had a "nice girl next door" persona. Soldier Boy hated it at first, until they started to work together, he seemed to start to like this kid.  

Years passed and Y/N didn’t seem to age a lot either. To her it seemed that Ben started to respect her. The two of them worked together just fine until his team Payback was assembled.  

His relationship with Crimson made her feel alone, and her bond with Noir made him jealous. It goes without saying her and Crimson Countess where never best friends.  

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Ben’s POV 

As I stood there, my hand resting gently on Y/N's shoulder, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. Her question echoed in my mind, a poignant reminder of the gaping hole in her memory and the weight of uncertainty that hung between us.  

Why was I so sweet to her? The question lingered in the air, a silent plea for understanding that tugged at my heartstrings. But how could I explain something that even I didn't fully comprehend? 

And yet, as much as I wanted to provide her with the clarity she sought, I couldn't deny the truth that lingered in the depths of her gaze. She didn't remember anything, not the moments we had shared or the bond that had once grown between us.  

"You really don't remember anything, do you?" I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. It was a question and a statement all at once, a reflection of the uncertainty that clouded our shared reality. She shook her head, her expression filled with regret. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, “What do I need to know?” her voice tinged with sadness. I lost my temper... again "Nothing forget about it.” and left.  

As I sat down on the bed in my room, frustration bubbling up inside me like a storm on the horizon, memories began to flood my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. I remembered an argument with Crimson over something we used to fight over and over about: Y/N.  

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The sharp words and bitter accusations that had passed between us like daggers in the darkness. And then, in a fit of anger and desperation, I had stormed off, seeking solace in the company of another, the one she couldn’t stand... Y/N.  

I knocked on her door, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. When she opened the door, I couldn't help but notice how the dress she wore clung to her curves, accentuating every curve and contour of her body. She was so hot, so alluring, and yet so utterly unattainable.  

"What are you doing?" I had asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy. Her response had cut me to the core. "Noir, " she had said. "He had asked her out. "

And in that moment, something inside me snapped. The anger and frustration that had been building inside me for so long erupted like a volcano. I lost control, lashing out in a fit of jealousy and insecurity. How could she choose him over me?  

How could she betray me like this? As the words spilled out in a torrent of anger and frustration, Y/N's heart sank, her own confusion mirrored in the depths of Ben's gaze. She hadn't expected his reaction to be so intense, so full of raw emotion.  

"Ben, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I'm not betraying you... I, I just want something real. One man to spend my life with. You have Countess and your adventures with other women... let me have..."  

But before she could finish her sentence, my hands gripping her shoulders with a force that left her breathless. She must have felt the cool surface of the wall against her back as I pressed her against it, my body looming over hers with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.  

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes, the air thick with unspoken tension and unspoken desire. And then, without warning, my lips crashed down upon hers in a fierce and desperate kiss.  

Y/N's mind whirled with confusion as she struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions raging inside her. As our lips parted, I could feel the heat of our shared passion still burning brightly between us.  

But beneath the surface, there was also a sense of uncertainty, a nagging doubt that lingered in the recesses of my mind. But as I looked into Y/N's eyes, I knew that I couldn't let her go.  

Not now, not ever. She was the one person who had always seen me for who I truly was, the one person who had never judged me or turned away from me, even when I had given her every reason to do so.  

"I can be that for you," I murmured, my lips trailing down the curve of her neck as I spoke. "I can be the one you've been searching for, the one who will make you happy. Just give me time."  

With each word, I could feel her resistance crumbling, her doubts melting away in the heat of our shared desire.  

Even though she whispered she had to go, she promised Noir to be there, I saw something in her eyes that night... I knew that she was mine.  

-- 

Y/N's gentle knock echoed through the room, Ben opened the door and met her gaze, he could see the determination shining in her eyes, a reminder of the strength and resilience that had always defined her.

"Butcher called," she said softly, her voice tinged with urgency. "He found the TNT twins." Ben nodded, his jaw tightening with determination. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.  

"Are you coming with us?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. But Y/N shook her head, her expression resolute. "No," she replied firmly. "I'm sure you can handle them on your own." 

As the sun rise above the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Y/N paced anxiously in their modest home. Ben and the boys were out there, chasing down the TNT Twins.  

But she needed to focus her mind on something else. Ben made her feel she missed something important. With a determined sigh, Y/N reached for the phone and dialled a familiar number.  

"Annie, I need a favour," Y/N said, their voice tinged with urgency. "I need you to break into Vought and steal my files. Hours passed before Annie returned, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.  

She handed over the files, and together they retreated to the safety of Y/N's kitchen, the only place where they could have some semblance of privacy. As Y/N pored over the documents, her heart sank with each revelation.  

The dim lighting cast a nostalgic glow over the photos, each one a snapshot of the past filled with heroes in their prime. Her eyes drifted from frame to frame until they landed on one particular photograph, the edges slightly yellowed with age. There it was, a picture of her and Soldier Boy, dated 1979 at the Vought annuals party. 

Y/N felt a rush of memories flood back, pulling her into the past... 

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The party was in full swing, Vought Tower's grand ballroom alive with the shimmer of chandeliers and the buzz of conversation. The Payback team was gathered in celebration, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses and the rhythm of the live band. Y/N mingled effortlessly, her smile bright but her eyes occasionally darting around the room. 

She spotted Ben, standing at the bar. His jaw was tight, his expression dark. It was clear something was wrong. Y/N made her way over, weaving through the crowd with the grace of someone used to navigating such gatherings. 

“Hey, Ben,” she greeted him, her voice soft and steady amidst the party's din. “You okay?” 

Ben looked up, his eyes softening slightly at the sight of her. “Crimson Countess,” he muttered, taking a swig of his drink. “We had another fight. I swear, sometimes I want to kill that bitch.” 

Y/N sighed, leaning against the bar beside him. “You two always seem to find something to argue about,” she said, a hint of sadness in her tone. “But you also go back to her.” 

“Maybe,” Ben said, glancing at her. “But it's exhausting. Sometimes I think...” He trailed off, and Y/N reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “Hey, no matter what, you’ve got us. You’ve got me. We’re... family, remember.” Ben took another sip. “Yeah, family.”  

They lingered there, chatting and reminiscing, the party continuing around them as if they were in their own little bubble. Y/N cherished these moments with Ben, the rare times when the bravado fell away, and he was just her old friend. 

As the night wore on and the guests began to trickle out, Black Noir appeared at her side. “Can I walk you to your room?” Noir asked, his voice low and slightly muffled through his mask. 

Y/N glanced at Ben, seeing something change in his eyes. Anger, hurt, maybe even a little jealousy? She shook her head. “Thanks, Noir, but I think I’ll stay a bit longer.” Noir nodded, understanding. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before disappearing into the crowd. 

The ballroom emptied, leaving Y/N and Ben alone in the dim light. The silence between them was comfortable but heavy with unspoken words. “Why do you keep meeting up with him?” Ben asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness. 

Y/N hesitated, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath, deciding it was time to be honest. “I can’t keep waiting for you, Ben.” His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at her, clearly unsure of what to say. 

She blushed, feeling vulnerable but determined. “The kiss a few months ago... it felt amazing. But I don't want to be just another one-night stand to you.” The words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Ben’s expression softened, a mix of confusion and realization crossing his face. “Y/N, I...” 

Y/N took a step closer, her eyes searching his, the drinks from earlier gave her a little boost. “I care about you, Ben. More than you’ll ever know. But I need to know if you feel the same, or if I’m just wasting my time.”  

Ben reached out, gently cupping her face with his hand. “I never want to hurt you, Y/N. I just... don’t know how to say it.” Her heart swelled with hope, and she leaned into his touch. “Then don't... Show me that this is real.” 

Without another word, Ben leaned in and kissed her, a slow and tender kiss that spoke volumes. Both a little drunk, he led her to a chair, guiding her onto his lap. They settled there, the soft glow of the few remaining lights casting shadows around them. 

Y/N looked into Ben’s eyes, seeing a mixture of emotions swirling within. Ben brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I’ve been an idiot.” 

She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “You said it, not me.” He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “I deserve that.” Y/N leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “So, what now?” 

Their lips met again in a fervent kiss, a mix of passion and desperation. Y/N could feel the heat between them intensify, their kisses deepening, their hands exploring each other. As their kisses grew more heated, Y/N shifted in his lap, grinding against him. The friction sent shivers down her spine, eliciting a low moan from Ben.  

His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, his desire evident in every touch.“Y/N,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need. 

She responded with a soft moan, her hands threading through his hair as she pressed herself closer to him. The room around them seemed to blur, the outside world forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. 

Their movements became more urgent, their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Ben’s hands moved to her hips, guiding her rhythm as they moved together, the intensity building between them. Y/N’s moans mingled with his, the sound of their desire filling the empty room. 

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world reduced to just the two of them and the overwhelming need they felt for each other. It was a culmination of years of unspoken feelings, finally finding an outlet in this heated moment. 

Y/N held back the urge to ask Ben to move somewhere more private. Instead, she pulled back slightly, catching her breath. "Let's go to my room," she whispered, her eyes searching his. 

Ben nodded, his own desire mirrored in his gaze. They stood up, their hands still entwined, and made their way to Y/N’s room. The hallway was quiet, the rest of the team long gone, leaving them alone in their shared secret. 

Once inside her room, Y/N closed the door softly behind them. Ben pulled her close again, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. They moved towards the bed, shedding their clothes along the way, their movements frantic and desperate. 

As they fell onto the bed, the last remnants of their barriers fell away. They made love with an intensity born from years of suppressed feelings, every touch and kiss a testament to their deep connection. It was a night filled with whispered confessions, soft moans, and tender caresses. 

A night she thought she’d would forget.  

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stirred, a contented smile on her lips as she reached out for Ben. But her hand met only empty sheets. She opened her eyes, the realization dawning on her as she found his side of the bed cold and empty. 

She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, a pang of disappointment and confusion hitting her. The room was silent, and there was no sign of Ben. Her mind raced, replaying the events of the previous night, trying to understand why he would leave without a word. 

Y/N got out of bed, quickly dressing as she tried to shake off the feeling of abandonment. She left her room, hoping to find Ben somewhere in the building, needing to hear from him what had happened. Hoping he left for a good reason.

As she made her way through the hallways, seeing him with Crimson, his hand on her lower back, she kissed him. When she turned to walk away, she ran into Black Noir, who looked at her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" She forced a smile, nodding forcing her tears to hold back. "Yeah, I just..."  She looked over her shoulder to Ben, who now looked over at them not showing a single emotion.

Noir tilted his head, closing his eyes the second he understood what had happened. “Oh Y/N...” he said holding her in his arms, walking away.  

-- 

Buried within the pages, passed the old pictures were secrets that Vought had gone to great lengths to keep hidden, secrets about her medical records and missions she didn’t seem to remember, till now.

They spend hours going through the files, until Annie watched silently as Y/N's expression shifted to disbelief. Annie's concerned voice broke through the silence, "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes widening as Y/N showed her the file.  

Y/N took a deep breath, her hands trembling as they pointed to a particular section of the document. "This," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Annie's eyes scanned the words, her expression shifting from confusion to horror as the truth slowly dawned on her.  

"Oh my god," she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Suddenly, the room seemed to spin. 

-- 

The air was thick with tension as payback and Ben faced off against the ruthless drug cartel. Y/N gritted her teeth, feeling ill, intensified with every passing moment. Despite her best efforts to push through, she couldn’t help to wonder what was wrong. 

As the fight raged on, Y/N's movements became sluggish, her focus wavering as she struggled to keep up with the relentless onslaught of the gang members. But then, in a split second of distraction, disaster struck.  

One of the blasts from the TNT twins accidentally hit her. The deafening blast echoed through the alleyway, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Y/N barely had time to register what was happening before she was thrown backward. 

The force of the explosion slamming her against the unforgiving brick wall. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Y/N forced herself to sit up, her hand instinctively clutching at her abdomen where the pain seemed to radiate from.  

But as she moved, a sharp, stabbing sensation shot through her, causing her to cry out in agony. Ben was by her side in an instant, his face etched with concern as he knelt beside her, his hands gentle yet urgent as he tried to find her injuries.  

"Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. But Y/N could only shake her head weakly, the pain too overwhelming to put into words. All she could do was cling to Ben's presence. 

Ben's eyes widened as he noticed the blood pooling beneath her. His heart raced with a mix of fear and urgency. "Hold on, Y/N," he whispered, scooping her up gently but swiftly. Her pain-laden groans tugged at his heartstrings, but there was no time for hesitation. Every second counted.  

He bolted towards the Vought Tower, pushing through the panic that threatened to overwhelm him. When they burst through the doors of Vought Tower, Ben's shouts for help echoed through the lobby. "I need a medic! Now!"  

The staff sprang into action, a flurry of motion and urgency as they rushed to assist. A stretcher was brought, and Y/N was carefully transferred onto it. Ben never let go of her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. The journey to the hospital room was a blur of flashing lights and urgent voices.  

Y/N's breathing was laboured, each inhale and exhale a struggle against the searing pain. When they reached the hospital room, a team of doctors and nurses immediately surrounded her.  

Ben was forced to step back, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched helplessly from the doorway. "Please, she's in a lot of pain," he implored, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear.  

Minutes felt like hours as he and the rest of payback waited, Ben, pacing back and forth, replaying the events of the night over and over in his mind. He couldn't shake the image of Y/N's pain-stricken face, the blood, the fear.  

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and the doctor stepped out. Ben rushed forward, his eyes searching the doctor's face for any sign of hope. "She's stable she is healing," the doctor said, placing a reassuring hand on Ben's shoulder. "But she eh.... she might need some mental support."  

Ben was confused, “What?” The doctor nodded. “Her injuries are healed. But she... lost the baby.”  

Ben's face turned pale. He turned towards Noir and Crimson Countess, then back to the doc. "C-can I see her?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Just for a moment. She's resting now."  

Ben pushed through the door and approached Y/N's bedside. Her face was pale, but she was breathing steadily. She sat on the bed, her arms around her legs. He gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. 

"Y/N," he began softly, "did you... know? About..." Y/N shook her head, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. "No," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I had no idea." 

Ben's heart sank as he saw the tears welling up in Y/N's eyes. She looked so vulnerable, so broken, and it tore at him in ways he hadn't anticipated. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and met her gaze.  

"Y/N," he began softly, "Who's... who was...the father?” Her lower lip trembled, a tear escaping and trailing down her cheek. She tried to turn her face away, but Ben cupped her chin, gently bringing her eyes back to his.  

The pain and fear in her expression were palpable, and he felt his own heart breaking in response. "Please, Y/N," Ben urged, his voice a mixture of concern and frustration. "I need to know."  

Her silence was deafening. Ben searched her face, hoping for some sign, some hint that would give him the answers he so desperately needed.

But Y/N remained tight-lipped, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Who is it?" he pressed, his patience wearing thin. "Why won't you tell me?"  

Y/N's tears flowed freely now, but she still refused to speak. Her silence was a wall, impenetrable and frustrating. Ben's grip on her hand tightened, his desperation mounting. "Dammit, Y/N, you can't keep this from me!" he exclaimed, the intensity of his emotions spilling over.  

Y/N's face crumpled into a flinch, and she finally broke down, sobbing quietly. Ben's anger boiled "I'm trying to help you, but I can't do that if you shut me out.” He walked around the room, “Noir? Was it Noir? It was, wasn’t it? That fucking bastard!”  

Her eyes watery but focussed on him, “Out.” she said between her sobs. “What?” He turned towards her. “Get. The fuck. Out. Of this room!"

"NOW!”  

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TF2 Mercs x M!Reader || Walking in On You Changing!

You're in your quarters, fresh out of the shower. As you laid your clothes out on your bed, the door opens. Fortunately, you still had a towel wrapped around your waist- but unbeknownst to you, the merc that walked in on you had been harboring feelings for you for quite some time!

Scout

Paralyzed in fear, brain lags HARD

"Oh hey! Miss Pailing said-" *internet start up noise*

Two seconds later, he puts his arm over his eyes with a shout. "Oh my god! Sorry!"

Slams the door shut, can't look you in the eye for about a week.

The door slammed open, which made your heart leap out of your chest.

"Hey! We need-" Scout shouted, but then his eyes found you. His throat made a funny noise as he tried to understand the situation.

You looked mortified as Scout kept staring.

"What... do you need?" You asked slowly, confused.

Scout's brain was simutaneously worked into overdrive and completely stopped. The way you blushed and hid your chest away from him, only to expose your back-

"Nevermind!"

Scout shut the door loudly, but the noise was drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. God, this did not help his crush on you!

Soldier

Doesn't really mind that you're naked, to be honest.

Not too weird about you being undressed, but doesn't leave until he says what he needed to say??? Like bro my DICK IS OUT

Thinks about the situation later and sorta feels bad about walking in on you when you were clearly embarrassed.

Makes it up to you somehow after.

"Private! I need to know the location of the industrial-grade cleaner!" Soldier announced as he swung the door open. The hinges thankfully did not slam on themselves and break your door... again.

"Uh, janitors closet?" You responded as you hid yourself slightly from Soldier's gaze. You couldn't actually tell where Soldier was looking, but you didn't want to take any chances.

"I already looked there!"

"Well- okay, why do you need the cleaner?"

"Medic and Engineer made a chemical that eats metal!"

Your eyes snapped open wode as you quickly threw on your shirt and underwear. "Oh my god- yep! On my way!"

Pyro

Looks away from you out of respect, waves, and shuts the door with a friendly demeanor

They don't really see an issue, but they know you're massively uncomfortable so they are understanding about the situation.

Shuts the door and waits for you to open it again to talk

There was a knocking at your door, but before you could speak, Pyro had opened your door and interrupted you changing. You yelped as you adjusted the towel to hide more, clearly embarassed.

"hud- mmfay." Pyro nodded as they gestured to the door. The whole situation lasted less than a minute, but it felt like hours for you. As much as you and Pyro were close, you weren't 'oh yeah, i'm totally fine being exposed in front of you' close! You could only hope that the eyes that looked through the gas mask were either averted or closed.

"Thanks Pyro, I'll be out in just a minute."

Pyro put a hand over their goggles as a courtesy as they shut the door, unbeknownst to you though, their skin felt like fire. Your embarassment, your exposed skin- it made a feeling of bubbling lava churn in their gut.

Once you're fully dressed and open the door to Pyro, they are apologetic, but then tell you what they needed to say.

Demoman

Really casual about it

like, really casual about it

shuts the door and leaves, lets you get changed before he continues to talk to you

teases you through the door fr. total funny asshole friend energy

"Aye lad I gotta ask- oop." Demoman stumbled as he realized the situation he walked in on. When you squeaked and turned away in embarassment, a smile crept onto his face. "Aww, what's wrong? Embarassed about something? A bit too shortcomin' in some bits?"

"I'm busy! Just give me a minute!" You defended.

"Alright, alright!" Demoman teased as he showed his hands in mock-surrender. "I guess that answers my question?"

"Out!"

Demoman shut the door, but was not done yet.

"It cannae be that small, is it?"

"SHUT UP!" You shouted, your voice muffled through the door, only to be met with laughter.

Heavy

A bit shy about it since he has feelings for you, but still straightforward.

Respectful and kind, super embarassed about it. He shuts the door and waits for you to get dressed.

Heavy is so so awkward internally and prays to god that you don't notice that he can't think straight, let alone look you in the eyes.

"Supervisor, Heavy needs to ask you..." Heavy stopped speaking, his words trailed off as he realized that he caught you in a more intimate state. The mutual flushing of both you and Mikhail's cheeks only made the tension thicker as Heavy slowly shut the door. "Heavy will wait outside."

As he waited, the thoughts started running rampant. He didn't know the body type you had, since the baggy shirt and slacks hid your body well. Heavy loved the curves of your body, the gentle dips of your hips and how you perfectly fit into your skin. To Heavy, there was no more attractive man in the world.

Once you opened the door, Heavy cleared his throat and apologized.

"So uh- what did you need?"

"It is nothing."

Engineer

Oh god this man short circuits.

I headcanon that when Engie is startled, his mechanical hand jolts, causing flexing/spasms

Gentlemanly about it, but also wants to treat you like a man. He'd probably want to talk to you still, but he refused to look you in the eyes or look at you at all.

Engie knocked on your door, but the radio you had on drowned out the noise. It was obvious that you were in there, so he decided to open the door.

"Hey there, we've got a bit of a situation, Pyro up an- and uh..."

His face heated up, his body locked up, his hand twitched as the fingers flexed oddly.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't hear you knocking-"

"No worries!" Dell nodded as he turned his head away and covered his eyes with his hand. "It's just that Pyro up and started another fire in the rec room, the sprinklers ain't workin' and the extinguisher was used up last night."

"FUCK."

Medic

This man has seen you naked so many times that it doesn't really bother him to be honest. The operations on you when you were accidentally hit by a wayward rocket made him both immune to and severely weak to your body.

He thinks you are gorgeous, but his desire to seem like a trustable medic overpowered his outright affection for you.

Medic opened the door casually as he looked over his clipboard as he ignored your squeak of indignance.

"So I was looking through your medical file and I noticed that you are an organ donor, yes?"

You quickly tried to cover yourself, red faced and flustered at the brazen act of indifference. Despite this, your shyness was what made Medic find you so handsome.

"I am... why?"

"Could I have a few? Specifically your pancreas and lungs."

"Er- no?"

Medic shrugged. "What about if you flatline and are pronounced dead?"

"Medic, do not take my lungs."

"Fine, fine." He said, slightly disappointed as he left.

Sniper

Not too awkward, but also not very comfortable seeing you so exposed.

shuts the door with a quick apology, but doesn't avoid you. If you ask him what he needed afterwards, he'll apologize again for walking in on you, saying it was nothing important.

It definitely keeps him awake at night and it's the first thing he sees when you talk to him for the next few days.

The quiet knocking was barely enough to hear. It wasn't loud enough to hear over your muttering to yourself as you went over your schedule in your head. "Let's see... Filed the reports, washed the blood off the road, I haven't questioned those government employees yet- oh shit! Sniper! What the hell are you-?"

"Sorry! Sorry." Sniper mumbled as he shut the door. You had no idea how long he was there, let alone what he saw! It comforted you slightly that Sniper was a rather quiet one, since you knew nobody would be talking about you like this. You chuckled to yourself, since Sniper was rather brazen about his own nudity.

On the other hand, Sniper only caught a glance, but he was unable to make his hands work to shut the door again. God, he felt like a creep.

Spy

Casual as well, a lot like Medic in a way.

If you protest he is huffy and rolls his eyes. Seriously, you've seen him blown to bits as Medic rushed him to the lab. A little nudity never killed anyone.

Spy is a little flirty and teasing, if not a little demeaning as well. He still is more interested in getting his problem solved however.

"Jesus Christ! I'm busy!" You protest as Spy strolled into your room as if he owned the place. He inspected the decor with a glare of importance.

"You're clearly not." Spy shot back. "Now, I need the documents on my mission, thank you."

"Well, I clearly don't have them! Get out!"

Spy sighed. "Really now, being naked shouldn't be an issue. I'm a spy, I've seen more people more exposed than you. You're a worker for Mann Co. I know that you can kill a man easier than you make coffee."

"This- this is different!"

"How so? Is it because you don't have a weapon?" Spy teased as he unlocked the safe in your room that held the documents he needed. "Is it because you're the one exposed?"

"Hurry up and get out." You huffed.

[waywardwritesstuff]

Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT where Leo and Donnie, separately, fall in love with a female reader who can transform into a giant white snake?

Donnie and Leo x F!Reader Head canons

Tags: romantic, female reader, feelings, confessions Word Count: 900+

Summary: Donnie/Leo fell in love with reader. They didn't plan on it happening but guess what? It did. But how did they act? How did this all go about?

Leonardo

Leo at first was very embarrassed about it, he had known you just as long as he had known April, and you were very important to him. Not to mention the two of you were quite close compared to his brothers.

But despite his feelings, he wasn't a coward, and he wasn't afraid, so he decided to take you out to a sewer pipe he had found perfect for skateboarding and decided to tell you there.

As the two of you were skating around, you in your human form so you could have two legs to stand on the board in the first place, you noticed Leo started to act strange.

"So...you have a boyfriend?" he says out of no where

A bit confused but seeing nothing wrong with his question you answer

"No. Why? Are you interested haha?" You decide to say cheekily, but if you were being honest, you had a small crush on Leo but figured that it was only one-sided, so you never said anything, but that didn't stop you from making "jokes" about it.

"Maybe, what would you say if it did" Leo responded

You are a little unsure now, you are not used to Leo giving a response that wasn't a joke.

"Leo what are you doing" you stop skating now and turn to look at him fully

"What? I'm not doing anything?"

"Your being weird and you know it"

"Can't I ask my friend about their dating life?"

"You can't, not so seriously at least. What is going on"

He hesitates and his green skin starts to darken on his cheeks. Is he blushing? You didn't even know turtles could blush

"Maybe for once I'm not joking, Y/N I have feelings for you" And there it is, he said it. Finally putting his feelings out into the open.

"Leo that's not funny" you say getting a little bit frustraed. This isn't a funny joke and you don't want him messing around with your feelings. Is he doing this because he knows how you feel about him or is he doing it because he genuinely feels the same

"I promise you for once this is not a joke"

"You're being serious"

"I swear on Hueso's Pepperoni Pizza"

Oh shit, he's being serious

"Well, I feel the same. How come it took you so long to tell me?"

"How come it you so long to tell me"

"Touche" You concede

"So are we going to make this official or are we just gonna sit here with these confessions" He asks

With the adrenaline that is now rushing through your body, you step forward and wrap him in a tight hug, giving him a small kiss on his plastron as he wraps his arms around you and plants his own kiss on your forehead.

Donatello

Donnie didn't understand his feelings at first. He ignored the feeling in his stomach whenever the two of you talked, blamed it on bad pizza. He just went about his day like normal and tried not to think about how you made him feel.

But he couldn't deny how important you were to him. He liked listening to you talk, though sometimes he thought you might be a little bit silly he still found whatever you spoke about interesting, simply because you were the one talking. And he cherished the moments when you would sit and listen to him ramble on and on. He knew people got bored of his ranting easily, but you never seemed to lose interest. It was comforting.

Eventually, he figured out what his feelings were and he had no idea what to do about it. He had never had romantic feelings before and he had never been in a relationship. What was he supposed to do?

One day when the two of you were just chatting with him in his room/lab he went quite, which was highly unusual for him. Even when you were talking he was either working on something or simply muttering along to your train of thought.

"Y/N, have you ever fallen in love with anyone?" he asks bluntly

You look at him quizzically waiting for him to go on

"You know...like those feelings when you like someone a lot more than a friend" he explains

"Yes I know what 'falling in love' is, but why do you ask?"

"Well I think that I might have fallen in love with someone, but I do not know what I am supposed to do with those feelings"

"You could tell them how you feel" I say simply

Donnie has a blank look on his face like this was the most insane answer I could have given.

"Ok, well I love you"

You blink once, twice. Before what he says sinks in

"Wait, me? I am the person you fell in love with? But...I'm a mutant" you say hesitantly, why would Donnie fall in love with a mutant snake such as yourself, even other mutants found you frightening.

"So? So am I? What difference does it make?"

You stop "It doesn't but...you really feel that way about me"

"Yes" he says but their is a hesitant note to his voice "Do you not share these feelings"

You were taken aback, you thought after all this time your feelings would have been more obvious to Donnie but apparently not

"Yes of course! I just never said anything because I thought you only saw me as a friend"

"Well I did-" he says truthfully "-but something changed"

Feeling so overcome with emotions you slither up to Donnie and wrap your arms around him before remember how he feels about hugs. But before you can pull away fully he wraps his own arms around you in return.

You couldn't have been more happy in this moment. And you hope to share more moments like this with Donnie in the future.

[makeila04]

GUYS I HAD A DREAM!!

I just remembered that today I dreamed about the final non-canonical mission at the end of Call of Duty Cold War and I dreamed that, as Bell, I had to kill Adler and I don't know how but I managed to escape, I almost killed him but I didn't want to. I remember the punch he gave me in the nose and mouth that left me dripping blood and I don't know how I kept all my teeth. It all happened because when I walked in and saw him bleeding he said "Do you have a light?" I saw the lighter on the floor and laughed while making this denial, so I kicked it away and in that instant Adler took advantage of my off balance and knocked me to the ground. There we struggled and well. It was either kill him or run away.

Since I couldn't and didn't want to kill him, even though I had the miraculous possibility, I pushed the knife towards him and tried to get away. In the end, he grabbed me by the leg and ankle and with a kick I was able to escape through a door.

I ran through a door (How did I fight Adler and have a minimal chance of winning? I don't know, but I think he was bleeding out or something.) and when I went through everything I ended up in the same place where the "under the radar" mission in Black Ops 6 takes place.

When I crossed over, there was no more blood and my clothes were different. I went from Cold War to Black Ops 6. Even Adler's appearance changed, but I couldn't figure out if those 10 years had passed or not.

Only, instead of Sevati, it was Adler and me, and we were already lovers. So it was literally enemies to lovers, hehe, plus all the cold and snow added to the mix.

I remember that, since I'm not used to such low temperatures and, judging by my clothing, I figured I was undercover, I covered my face even more. Until I felt someone grab me. I barely saw him, and it was Adler. He said, "You shouldn't be here," while holding me by the shoulders. I stopped squeezing, and we kissed. I had a bit of snow on my hand, so I quickly took it off, running my hands from his shoulders to his neck and hair, seeking his warmth.

The last thing I remember was us being so close to kissing. Feeling the cold of the snow and the low temperatures contrast with her kisses and the warmth her body gave off was...exciting.

I think the dream was so intense that's why I woke up tired and overwhelmed...

Disturbing and relevant fact: I was aware AT ALL TIMES that this WAS A DREAM.

That's why I laughed when I saw Adler asking me for a light because it was what happened in Cold War. I laughed then, and that's why I had this "haha, I'm not going to fall for that because I already know it" attitude, and why he kicked the lighter away.

And that's also why I was confused when I changed scenery upon walking through the door, noticing the change of costume and the absence of blood.

But even though I don't fully understand what's happening around me, I finally give up and let myself be carried away, kissing Adler.

Me acabo de acordar que hoy soñé con la misión final no canónica del final de Call Of Duty Cold War y soñé que, como Bell, tenía que matar a Adler y no sé cómo pero pude huir, casi lo mato pero yo no quería hacerlo. Recuerdo la trompada que me dio en la nariz y boca que me dejó chorreando sangre y no sé cómo conservé todos mis dientes. Todo fue porque cuando entré y lo vi desangrándose me dijo "¿Tienes fuego?" Vi el encendedor en el piso y me reí haciendo una esto en negación, así que lo paté lejos y en ese instante Adler aprovecha que no tengo equilibrio y me tumba al suelo. Ahí forcejeamos y bueno. Era o matarlo o huir.

Como no pude ni quería matarlo, aún teniendo la posibilidad de forma milagrosa, le empujé el puñal y me intente zafar, al final me agarró de la pierna y el tobillo y con una patada pude huir atravesando una puerta.

Corrí por una puerta (¿Cómo hice para pelear contra Adler y tener una mínima chance de ganar? no sé, pero creo que se estaba desangrando o algo.) y cuando atravesé todo termine en el mismo lugar donde ocurre la misión de "bajo el radar" de Black Ops 6.

Al cruzar ya no tenía sangre y la ropa era otra. Pasé de Cold War a Black ops 6. Incluso la apariencia de Adler cambió pero no entendí si pasaron esos 10 años o no.

Sólo que, en lugar de Sevati, éramos Adler y yo y ya éramos lovers. Así que fue literalmente un enemies to lovers jeje además se suma el plus de todo el frío y la nieve.

Recuerdo que, como no estoy acostumbrada a tan bajas temperaturas y por la ropa deduje que yo estaba de infiltrada, me cubrí aún más la cara. Hasta que sentí que alguien me agarró, apenas lo vi un poco y era Adler, me dijo "no deberías estar aquí" mientras me sujetaba por los hombros, yo dejé de pelar, y nos besamos. Tenía un poco de nieve en la mano así que rápidamente me la quité haciendo que mis manos fueran desde sus hombros hasta el cuello y su cabello buscando su calor.

Lo último que recuerdo que es no podíamos dejar de besarnos. Sentir el frío de la nieve y las bajas temperaturas en contraste con sus besos y la calidez que emitía su cuerpo fue...excitante.

Creo que el sueño fue tan intenso que por eso me desperté cansada y agobiada...

Dato perturbador y relevante: yo era consciente EN TODO MOMENTO de que eso ERA UN SUEÑO.

Por eso me reí al ver a Adler pidiéndome fuego porque era lo que pase en cold war, entonces me reía y por eso mi actitud de "jaja, no voy a caer en eso porque yo ya me lo sé" y por eso pateó lejos el encendedor.

Y por eso también mi confusión al cambiar de escenario al atravesar la puerta, notando el cambio de vestuario y la ausencia de la sangre.

Pero aunque no entiendo bien del todo lo que sucede a mi alrededor al final me rindo y me dejo llevar besando a Adler.