#It's just that '...Or something.' that made it cringy and awkward

[missmitchieg]

The evolution of Julie's comebacks to Carrie

[suguruplsr]

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✰ ✰ ✰ seeing your ex again does come with some benefits !

,, ex!suguru geto x fem!reader , reader kinda mean , some plot , college , party = smoking & drinking etc , pet names ( baby , princess , pretty ) , unprotected , pussy eating & fingering , light slapping , cream pie , idk what else , dialogue might be cringy to represent the 2000’s.

Geto Suguru, the best friend of the all-known Gojo Satoru. who's also your ex. Admittedly, before dating him, you already knew of his weekend parties, late night smokes, hookups, drinks, all of it. But fuck. you couldn’t help but be like every other girl, falling for his alluring charms only to get dumped like you were nothing.

The only good thing you could say after that relationship was that you lasted longer with him than any other girl. A sick title you held, but you can’t deny that you feel a little bit of pride whenever you’d catch his eyes still following you from time to time. What you really loved was when girls in his lap gave you looks of jealousy, knowing well that you’re past him. It always makes you laugh.

It also didn’t help that you had entered his circle of friends before dating him. Which made the breakup all the more.. awkward. Your friends questioning you two and giving looks of concern. And of course your snake of an ex decided to hide it under the guise that you both mutually agreed to break off. When in reality, he wasn’t ready for commitment.

You twirl the glass of chardonnay in your hand, hearing a friend call your name, and interrupting your thoughts. “You’re at a party girl! stop looking like one of those old women who come here to feel important." Your friend’s words make you scoff, downing the rest of your drink and getting up. “I'm already important. plus this shit is boring.” You sigh, walking with her through the crowd.

Luckily, Satoru’s parents owned a large home not too far from the college. So he decided to have a party before everyone leaves for the spring break week. Which you would’ve never come to if your friends didn’t ask for you to be their driver. Along with the hopes of you getting laid.

It smelt like beer, musty guys with girls, who must’ve not minded their poor hygiene, grinding on them. It's a good thing Satoru had half the mind to bring good drinks, or else you would’ve never gone to any of his parties. You almost reach the huddled up area of the couch your friends sat at, when one guy whispers in your ear, “Tryna go upstairs?” You cringe.

“No. fuck off.” You push past, almost wiping your ears from how hot his breath was. Your friend smirks, “Scared of getting some action aft—“ You cut her off, showing her your look of disgust as you sat down, “With these disgusting fucktards? no thanks.” You huff, “Oh c’mon, some of us aren’t here for the standards. just to fuck and have fun. let loose.” One of the girls smiles at you, handing a can of beer.

“Can’t do that when most of you are STD prominent..” Your words make them croak out a laugh. A few heads turning as you shrug. “You guys heard about what happened to that one girl last semester.” Then, you hear that loud obnoxious voice of someone you regret calling your friend. “Don’t be such a party pooper! someone shit in your drink?” Satoru laughs, coming down stairs with a arm around some girls shoulder, who you’re sure he just fucked.

Just from his presence, people quickly forget the small moment. Flashing lights and loud music swirling through your senses. “Geez you alright?” Satoru sits down on the couch with you after waving off all of his ‘friends’ that he never remembers. Your own friends disappear to find their hookups for the night. “Nope.” You hum, opening your can and letting the fizz of the beer kill off your thoughts.

Satoru gave you a look, “You need some good dick.” He teases, making you draw back and gulp down your drink quickly, “I really hope you aren’t offering. you of all—“ “Damn, hop off. I’m not.” He whines, leaning into the couch and muttering something about you having an attitude. You’d agree, on a good day at least.

“He’s over there.” He points over at a secluded area just across the gigantic living room. Despite knowing who he was talking about, you look over to see Suguru, who was probably trying to get the girl in his lap to wet his dick. From the way his hands cupped her—

“Not interested.” You whip your head away, an unknowing frown etched onto your face from the sight. “You totally want that~” Satoru grins, putting down his empty beer onto the table. “We’re over satoru.” You scoff, getting on your phone and opening some random social media app.

“You don’t have to be together to fuck” he shrugs, brushing off your disinterest and getting up when he sees a girl coming over. “Look, I'm just saying. you might need something to get rid of that pissy attitude.” Before you could retort, he’s already heading to the dance floor with the girl.

You decide to just pay attention to your phone and wait for your friends to tell you when they’re ready to go. Accepting that you had no plans of winding up in anyone’s bed for the night.

“Seat taken?” About 20 minutes past until you hear a gruff voice, looking up you see Toji. One of the older guys. You knew he worked at some store near the campus, always supplying Satoru and Suguru with the ‘good’ stuff. You've also heard groups of girls gossip about how hot he was whenever they’re walking back from the store. And you agree, he’s pretty hot.

“Not yet.” You look him up and down, your eyes lingering a bit before diverting to your phone. You might have to take satoru’s advice, you think. Just from look’s alone, you almost think it’s criminal for anyone to pass up on letting him get in their pants a second time.

“Why’s a pretty lil lady like you here? looks like you got a smart head on ya” He chuckles, getting comfortable besides you. Okay, perhaps you could use something to take your mind off things. “For the same reasons as everyone else, plus I needed to take my mind off things.” Your voice was honeyed, a smile playing on your face.

“I think I can help with that.” Toji shamelessly allows his eyes to travel down the black skin tight dress you wore, framing your body so sexily. “You might just be able to.” You place your hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing small circles into it. “We could go upstairs, unless you really plan on doing somethin’..” You purr.

Amidst the loud music, you hear a cough and a voice that makes an annoyed expression form on your face. “Sorry, she’s got someone else.” Suguru sits beside you, a cocky smirk on his face at the sight of your frown. “And why are you lying?” You question, deflated as Toji walks off, quickly uninterested.

“Doesn’t matter.” His nonchalance makes you want to rip out all of his hair, punch his face, kick him in— , “The one time I find someone after you, you cock block? fuck you Suguru.” Suguru eyes you as he lights up his blunt, “One time? I thought you’d have more guys lining up for you.” He smirks.

“That doesn’t mean I let them hit.” You groan, sipping some of your beer and watching as Toji had already found another girl. “He even looks like he has a big dick..” you mutter. Suguru only hums, looking at you with scrutinizing eyes. He passes you the blunt, which you gladly took.

“You sound desperate.” He raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on the puff of smoke that escapes your glossed lips. His face scrunching up from your next words, “You made me miss out on a good dick.” You roll your eyes, glancing over at him. He had a bothered look, as if he was annoyed by something. Sure it was hot— but why would he be annoyed?

You pass him the blunt, taking a sip of your fourth, maybe fifth, can of beer. “I’m sure you can find better.” His words make you recoil, meeting his eyes with narrowed ones. “Like who?” “Me.”

You cover the laugh that nearly makes you choke. “You’re joking, right?” He simply shrugs, taking a drag of the blunt, “It doesn’t have to be serious..” You hum in return, turning your body towards him. “Were you serious with that girl earlier?” Your words had a sharpness to them that almost make you feel embarrassed. Your feelings from the sight earlier must’ve been clear to him just from how quickly you responded.

“You were watching me?” Suguru grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him on the couch while you let out an exasperated sigh. Yet, you couldn’t find it in you to push him away. Liking the familiar feeling of his arms around you. “I just happened to see you. now answer my question.” You huff, looking up at him.

“So demanding, it wasn’t serious at all. promise.” He smiles down at you, his hand on the side of you began rubbing your arm, “Better be.” You fuss, crossing your arms and laying in his hold. “Was the princess jealous?” He teases, leaning down by your ear and placing a chaste kiss below it. He moves away when you lightly hit him, laughing as he puts the blunt in an ashtray on the table.

“Hush! you’re so annoying..” You whine, scoffing to yourself. He raises an eyebrow at your words, the arm around you moves up to your neck. His fingers held your jaw so you could look at him, “I feel like you mean that in a different way.” his voice rumbles lowly. You could feel the vibrations from his chest. Fuck, he looked so attractive like this.

You wish the effect he had on you was gone, because if it was, then he wouldn’t have given you that knowing look when you stayed silent for too long, “You’re all up on me as if we didn’t break up a few months ago. or as if you weren’t just trying to get in some girl's pants.” Suguru only grins in response, as if relishing in the jealousy that radiated from you.

“I haven’t fucked anyone after you, just some small stuff. no one is as good as you, y’know?” He whispers in your ear, his fingers lightly massaging into the skin of your neck. just how you liked it. “Why’s she staring at us then?” You try to ignore the smile that’s tugs on your lips. You didn’t realize until now that you still had a hold on him. It felt good knowing you two were in the same boat.

“Maybe because the second Satoru told me you were here I ditched her.” He says nervously, chuckling when you let out a small gasp, hitting his chest again, “You don’t do that to a girl after working her up like that!” You giggle, you looked over at her, getting a clear view of her between the dancing bodies. You give a small wave that had her fuming. God, what a bitch move that was, maybe the beer finally got to you.

“Letting her know what’s yours?” Suguru places a kiss on your cheek, which you didn’t move away from like last time, instead, smiling. “Depends.” You bring your hand up to his and intertwine it with yours. “How about I change that then?” His free hand reaches up and tilts your chin towards him.

“Kiss me.” You say it before he could ask, knowing that he was always a gentleman at heart. Suguru smiles in return, pressing his lips lightly against yours. How precious of him, to give you such a sweet kiss despite being at a party that resembled some late night club.

You press harder, him biting your bottom lip. But before he could continue, you draw back with an angelic smile playing on your face. “Plan on taking me to some random room and hope no one hears us?” you joke, rubbing his knuckles softly as he cringes. “Hell no. this place has a small house right next to it. we’re gonna go there.” He gets up, grabbing your purse that you sat on the table and holding your hand.

“That does sound much better.” Your grasp on his hand tightens as he leads you through the bodies of people, both of you going through the kitchen towards a slide door. “Did you really not talk to anyone?” Suguru suddenly asks, as both of you exit to the backyard. “While we were apart i mean.”

You stay silent for a moment, looking down at the metallic sandals you wore. The sounds of the booming music was muffled. The small crunches of leaves and noises of crickets surrounding you two, “A few people, but they never even got to kiss me before I deleted their number.” You mumble, the two of you following the trail to a smaller house right besides it. “Always so picky. and you choose me out of all people..” He smiles, although the look in his eyes didn’t meet it. A solemn look.

“I want to do better for you. if you let me try again.” Suguru’s voice was almost a whisper, his hand bringing yours to his lips, placing a small kiss on it. “How do I know you’re not just saying that..” you sigh, turning away as memories of your rocky relationship flood in. As much as you’d love to believe him, you can’t deny the fact that there’s still left over feelings after your breakup. Feelings that weren’t all too good.

Suguru stops you in your tracks, turning you to see the wavering expression on his face.

“Because as much as I want to fuck you the second we get in that house, I also want to take you on all those dates you deserve, help you experience those small moments in life, and the big ones. I totally fucked up with you this past year and I want to make it up. Shit, I’ll even play legos with you if you want, or I can take you out of the country. Whatever makes you happy.”

A big grin grows on your face as you pull him in for a long kiss, unable to form words that explain how you felt. His lips melded so perfectly with yours, as if this was meant to happen. His hands find your waist, keeping you in place before you could move away like before, wanting to savor your lips.

Eventually, Suguru slowly pulls away, seeing your teary eyes. “Oh don’t cry princess. I mean everything I said.” He wipes the tears that slide down your face as you stammer, trying to find your words. “I just— Fuck. y’know I’m not used to getting like this, but that made me so happy and I just can’t..” He kisses you, interrupting your small rant. “I know baby, I know. it’s a start at least.” he mentions.

He flashed you a cocky smile, making you huff, yet matching it with one of your own. You pull him with you, approaching the back door of the smaller house. You two make small comments about what you’d do tomorrow before planning on how to spend your break together. Then he opens the slide door, making sure to lock it after you two walk in.

“Gonna take care of you tonight pretty.” Suguru places your things on a table, then picks you up, stealing your yelp away with a kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, humming against his lips as he brought you two into a random guest room. “You’re so fucking pretty” He whispers between kisses, placing you on the bed.

“Really? it’s just a simple dress.” You giggle, pulling off the leather jacket he wore, “So you don’t mind if I rip it?” He grins, hands traveling up your waist while his lips place small kisses along your neck. His favorite place.

“There’s a zipper on the back.” you guide his hands around you, his hands ghosting your skin so lightly it makes you shiver. “Stand up for a second.” He says softly, drinking in the sight of your full body. His second favorite place, your shoulder blades. Your skin looked so beautiful under the dim light. He stands behind you, smelling the vanilla perfume you wore as he adores your back, slowly unzipping your dress.

“You’re taking your time.” Your say breathlessly, his fingers made you feel so sensitive. “I want to appreciate you.” He drags your sleeves down, watching as you slip out of the dress. “As cute as that is, you’re making me like, really, horny and I’d love it if you could fuck me, just like you said. And I’m sure Satoru wouldn’t mind us being cooped up here all day tomorrow.” You turn around with a grin, admiring his messy look.

His shirt was a button up, some of the top ones left open for the imagination. Well at least you wouldn’t need to imagine. You could even see his bulge peeking through his jeans, it must’ve been so uncomfortable. Suguru chuckles, letting you unbutton his shirt, “So needy. guess I gotta give the princess what she wants.”

The second you finish taking off his shirt, he pushes you back on the bed, immediately kneeling down, kneading his fingers into the plush of your thighs. “Before I do that, I need to taste my sweet pussy. Been so long.” You hun in agreement, hands reaching for his hair as he pulls you closer while wrapping his arms around your thighs. “You better, I’d fuck you up if go in without—“ He cuts you off with a kiss on your glistening folds, a small whimper leaving you.

“s’okay, gonna’ make you feel real good.” Suguru’s fingers spread your thighs, his head deep between them as he kisses the inner of your thighs. “Fuck. you’re so wet f’me baby. got you all hot n’ bothered?” He groans, quickly digging in and licking a long stripe on your pussy. “mhm, you look— so, fucking hot.” Gasping out, you cross your legs around him. The way his tongue grazed your sensitive bud had your thighs shaking.

His eyes flickered up to your pretty expression. Your eyes closed as you buck your hips against his mouth, “ain’t that cute.” He moves one of his hands to play with your messy pussy, his middle finger teasing your entrance before sliding in easily. “Sugu!” You whine, fingers clutching the arm around you as he fingers you. “Gonna cum on my fingers like a dirty girl?” He slips in another finger, thrusting it in and out of you.

You closed your eyes tightly from the wet sounds of your pussy squelching around his fingers. You couldn’t help it, they were inching so deep into that spongy sweet spot of your pussy. “Y-yea, you’re makin’ me cum. wanna ruin your pretty face.” You swear his eyes almost roll back just from your words, his fingers curl inside you before pulling out. He sucks the juices off his fingers with a pop, licking his lips and pulling your pussy closer to his face.

“Go head’ and make a mess baby. Gonna fucking enjoy it.” He groans, making out with your sloppy pusey as moans rip out of you. “Fuck! just like that! y’r makin me—“ you sob, biting your lip when his tongue darts into your hole. Suguru makes a noise of disappointment, giving you a light slap on your thigh, “nuhuh, don’t do that, gotta hear how good my girl feels.” You only nod shyly when he meets your eyes, greedily grinding into his face when he dives back in.

“Wanna cum, please make me cum.” You beg, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. And as if planning his next actions, his hands hold your thighs closer to his face, nearly suffocating him as he sucks your bud before eagerly flexing his tongue into your cunt. “oh, m’cumming! Sugu!” You squirm in his hold with a cry, your orgasm washing over you.

But he doesn’t stop, only slowing his ministrations and enjoying the taste of your sweetness. You lean back when he taps your thighs gently, letting go of him and watching as he licks up the cum around his mouth. “So good, next time you’re sitting on my face.” He says smugly, quickly undoing his pants and getting on the bed with you. “Who said we can’t do that now?” You grin as he pins you down, kissing your perked nipples.

“Later baby. need to feel your cunt around me.” His tongue swirls along the buds before leaving a few parting kisses. His hands spread your sticky thighs, lining his beautiful cock with your hole. It was so fucking pretty, long with girth, the tip lightly red with leaking precum that already stained the bed. “Make sure you go slow first, it’s been a while..” You mumble, beginning to feel a bit intimidated just from the look of it.

“Of course baby. but weren’t you the one so ready for this?” Suguru teases, rubbing his head along your wet folds, both of you gasping at the feeling. “Yea but you might be too big f’me now. haven’t took dick ever since you.” You whine, his cock proding into your entrance. He pulls your legs up to his shoulder as he slowly sinks in, “You took it before, you can take it again. be a big girl.” He chuckles, kissing your ankle before thrusting into you, all the way up to the hilt.

You grab the sheets with a tight grip, but trying to not ruin your fresh set of acrylics. “You’re filling me so well Sugu..” you slur, your body was basically bending in half, pussy already pulling him in. “C-can’t even fuckin’ move. such a greedy girl.” He groans, holding your hips and slowly pulling out, looking down to where you two were connected.

Suguru was sure he could just cum from how your sticky slick left strings around his cock. It was so hot. “m’sorry baby, but you’re just too good.” he whines, bottoming out and sliding back into your pussy, your pelvis’s meeting with a loud ‘pap!’. He thrusts into you again, lifting your hips up a bit, angling so deep into you. “wait— makin’ me cum too quick!” You sob, hands quickly scratching his wrists, trying to stable yourself.

But Suguru keeps going, fucking into you without mercy, “No such thing. cum on this cock as much as you want baby” He grins, leaning down to give you a deep kiss, taking in all of your moans. The feeling of his cock sliding in your walls had your stomach twisting, nails digging into his skin as you gasped against his lips. His hands move up, playing with your buds, him slowly pulling away from your lips.

“Fuck— c’mon baby, cum with me.” He almost moans, looking down at you with a flushed expression. He couldn’t help it when you were squeezing around his cock so cutely. He leans back up, gripping your thighs as he hits you with deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling back, he made sure you felt everything.

“Suguru! oh—!” A small rub on your little nub had you creaming around his cock with a loud moan. Suguru's head tilts back as he spills long ropes into your cunt, holding in his small whines.

“That was— so, fucking amazing.” He pulls out of your seeping cunt before slumping beside you on the bed, his hand massaging into your side. “Yea.. you better not leave me. like, ever, again.” You joke, turning to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Never, pussy got me whipped.” He quickly corrects himself when he sees your hand raise up, “And you of course.” He grins, pulling your thigh over his legs.

“We need to get cleaned up.” You sigh, tiredness already reaching you as you try to sit up, only for Suguru to pull you down onto his chest. “Not yet. Didn’t I tell you I want you to sit on this pretty face?” He smirks up at you, hands already pulling you closer.

[boyfiejay]

Enhypen : When you wear their clothes

Warnings : All of them are written as lovesick, kisses, size difference mentioned

Author notes : I think I'm falling in love with these OT7 reactions more that actuals fic. They're so much more easier tbh.

Heeseung

• He tries to be cool trust me HE DOES TRY.

• But you just look so cute basically drowning in his clothes with the sweater paws and all.

• He never used to think of himself as huge or something but you wearing his clothes suddenly made him aware of the height and proportional difference between you both.

• Purposefully gives you clothes that are oversized for him, they just make you look even cuter if that's even possible.

• You're a cutie patootie and he's whipped.

Jay

• This man, I genuinely believe he doesn't like to share clothes.

• Reluctantly once gave you his clothes and now he can't get over how you look in them.

• He always loved styling you but now his cuteness aggression went one step higher.

• He has the cutest smile while looking at you minding your business in his clothes, he just can't get enough.

• Sprays his cologne on his clothes before giving them because he knows you love it.

Jake

• The embodiment of happiness when you ask for his clothes.

• He always knew you would look cute in his clothes but you managed to fluster him still.

• Because what do you mean the first piece of clothing you worn of his was a plain white shirt (he's dying atp).

• If he had a tail it would be wagging non stop whenever you wore his clothes.

• The type to buy clothes for himself only for them to end up in your closet.

Sunghoon

• Another one who doesn't like to share clothes but he folds the moment you ask him.

• He tries to act all nonchalant but he just wants to squeeze you (affectionately).

• He thinks he's doing a good job but his grin is saying otherwise.

• Loves spoiling you and knowing how much you love his clothes, he's gifting you his entire closet.

• Gives you a hoodie with his initials on it ( He can't help being possessive like LOOK AT YOU! ).

Sunoo

• He has an entire collection of clothes that he's giving you even before you ask.

• Unlike the others he doesn't stop gushing about how cute you look.

• He knows what looks good on you better than yourself and gives you very specific clothes.

• But if you ask for something else he's giving it to you, no question asked.

• Never ever asks them back, says it was meant for you (you don't know how much I love him >_< ).

Jungwon

• He loves it when you ask for his clothes and how you look in them.

• Honestly thought he wouldn't be the lovesick type but you proved him wrong.

• He has such a highschool girl reaction when you wear his clothes. Giggling in his sweater paws, kicking his feet and all 😭.

• His clothes are already oversized and you look like a toddler in them, but he loves the height difference.

• Kisses you a lot more often and loves your caught off guard reaction

Ni-ki

• He thinks he's tough and all and is proven wrong the moment you give him those doe eyes and ask for his clothes.

• He just goes red when he sees you in his clothes. Like stuttering and avoiding your eye kind of shy.

• There is a noticeable (but not awkward) height difference between you both and he loves to tease you about it, but he always found it cute.

• His hoodies are oversized and they almost reach your knees.

• He acts the opposite but he is so down bad for you, it's almost cringy.

[sweaterweatherever]

Woah we need a pt 2 of bottom Wednesday and fem!reader🤭

Birthday girl (Wednesday Addams x Reader)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x AFAB Reader

A/N: This is a continuation of the blurb, but it can be read as a stand alone. I tried so hard to make this not OC. I hope I managed. I also hate when someone puts Spanish in writing and it feels cringy. Praying I didn’t become what I hate, although I have an unfair advantage.

Requested: Yes, so long ago. I'm the worst.

Warnings: Aged up characters. Smut. Oral sex. Jealousy. Badmouthing Tyler.

“All these chains, and all this blood… Bet it reminds you two of something.” Ajax smirked, leaning against the bar. You stared at him, tiredly. You hoped Enid made it back from the bathroom soon. The high school sweethearts had drifted apart with the years, but she still had a way of shutting him up that evaded you.

“What could it remind her off?” Wednesday asked, passing you a drink. It was a pink and white monstrosity, with many sprinkles. You took it gratefully, glad the social interaction was over. It got tiring, being the sociable one, sometimes. The birthday girl herself wasn’t much better, but it was so rare for her to willingly involve herself in a conversation that it took the pressure off you.

“Your sex life, maybe.” Tyler snorted, carrying his drink too, and passing one to Ajax. You frowned at the comment. His interest made your hackles raise, even if it had been years between him and Wednesday. Truth was, your sex life didn’t involve anything overly kinky. Not anything like the sadomasochistic decorations on the walls of the club you were sitting at. Had it been a hint, from Wednesday, picking this place for her birthday celebration? Did she want you to do something more…forceful? “Didn’t get Enid anything, the drinks are so fancy here, I thought she would want to pick her own.”

“The prices, too.” Ajax said, slipping him a ten dollar bill. “Too damn expensive for a beer.”

“Inflation and monopolies tend to have that effect on the market, yes.” Wednesday sipped at her whiskey, eyes cold. She had not taken Tyler’s comment in good sport, either. You shook your head and sipped your drink.

“Wens, what did you get me?” It was perfect, sweet but not enough to mask the taste of alcohol and get you drunk without you noticing. Cool, and refreshing too, something you would appreciate after dancing all night. Much like Wednesday herself. Sweetness and bitterness in the perfect dose.

“Sex on my birthday.” Wednesday said back to you, prompting a round of laughs from the boys.

“Well, Wednesday has always been a direct one.” Enid pressed a kiss to her cheek, much to Wednesday's disgust. “I’m so ready to get drunk, you have no idea.”

You looked around, worriedly. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your sex life, but it made you wonder, every so often. Wednesday was inclined in certain ways that you just weren’t. And you knew, you knew, that any sex she had with Tyler when all of you were younger probably had been way worse than what you two were having now. Teenage years did not make for good sex, usually it was awkward and fumbling. But the idea still nagged at you: What if she and Tyler did things, kinkier things, things they explored together and that Wednesday liked more? Did that make you a jealous person? Obsessing over your partner past sex life counted as jealousy, right?

It wasn’t like you were all vanilla. You sometimes enjoyed, taking or letting Wednesday take you apart, but it was always gentle. Think, feathers and soft kisses, not leather and chains, or whatever. But you remembered Tyler’s words and could not help but cringe. The way he had spoken, it had to mean he knew something you didn’t.

You danced, you laughed, and you drank all night. But the lingering doubt was still present in your mind. Was Wednesday really satisfied with the sex you were having? You snuck glances at her the whole night, so much, Ajax whistled your way every time he caught you.

When you finally caught a cab back to the apartment you shared, Wednesday was quieter than usual. She seemed to sense something was wrong because she wasn’t climbing on your lap, nor kissing you desperately. Wednesday wasn’t one for pointless displays of affection, as she called them. But she was one of purposeful ones. And there was nothing that got her more in the mood than dancing all night with you, sweaty bodies sliding together along the heavy bass in some club where no one recognized you. Normally, Wednesday would be all over you because while she could hold her liquor, she also got impossibly horny when she drank.

What really threw you off was when she grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Not like, passionately or anything, and not like your father-in-law did with your mother-in-law. Just a simple brush of her lips against your skin. You opened your mouth to say something, but quickly closed it when she glared at you.

“We are talking at home.” Wednesday said, firmly. Her hand pulled yours into her lap, and held it there, rubbing calming circles with her thumb over your naked wrist.

When you get out of the car, you are almost shivering in anticipation. Wednesday has you almost conditioned. You can’t get into a cab with her without wanting to jump her bones. But heat isn’t the only thing curling in your belly. There is also nervousness. You know Wednesday has picked up on your mood because she is that observant. You also know she has her theories about it, and since she sucks at feelings, they are probably funny ones. Wednesday will most likely get offended and harass you until you tell her how she can fix whatever is wrong. She is not much of a talker, really. This is not the kind of relationship where you get called adoring pet names and smothered in PDA. Wednesday shows she loves you every day, with her actions. You go to bed every night, safe in her arms and knowing you are loved.

“Do you like Tyler more than me?” She asks, leading you to the elevator. The thought makes you snort, but Wednesday is deadly serious. “You kept staring at him at the club, and he was staring back. Do you want him?” Wednesday presses a hand against your cheek, stroking softly. She has you crowded against the wall. It’s amusing, how right and wrong she is.

“No. I don’t want Tyler.” You answer her, kissing her lightly on the lips. Wednesday melts against you, lips parting open for yours as if it were only natural. She shakes out of it, quickly.

“But… why the glances? Did he hurt you? I could kill him for you, you know? He is nothing to me, not in the way you are.” The fact that Wednesday manages to evade your attempt at distraction and make it a full, serious statement is impressive. You have to give it to her, she looks serious about killing Tyler. It shouldn’t warm your heart, but they have a longer history than you and her, and ranking higher than him is gratifying. You aren’t too sure if she would carry on with the threat, so you fill the conversation away for later.

“Come on, help me undress.” You say instead, stepping out of the elevator and fumbling for the keys of your shared place. The hallway is dark, but the apartment is easy to find. This building is so expensive, there are only two in each floor. You can’t believe how expensive the rent is, and how Wednesday shoulders more of the expenses on her own. Generational wealth is really a funny thing. “I feel all gross. We danced too much, and I sweated like, half the cocktails we drank.”

Wednesday trails after you, pressing a kiss to your nape. She gathers your hair in a bun, pulling away the sweaty strands. You turn on the lights, watching fondly how the place looks like a perfect mix between the two of you. The furniture is dark and gothic, obvious signs Wednesday was the one who originally inhabited the place. But here and there, there are pop of colors. A throw pillow in a light-brown rests on the sofa. A vase full of your favorite flowers sits by the windowsill. A coat, haphazardly thrown in the hanger, in a color that’s not black.

You go to the bathroom, the silence between the two of you comfortable. You won’t force her to speak, nor will you ask her to feign to conform to societal rules. Wednesday loves you for that. The removal of makeup is done quickly and efficiently. Wednesday makeup routine hasn’t changed a lot since her teen years, so it’s only makeup and mascara for her.

“You are pouting.” Wednesday states, coming behind you on the mirror to help you unzip the dress. “Will you finally tell me why?”

“Is our sex life boring?” You asked, turning to look at her. You were unable to keep being quiet about it. It’s better this way, to have it all in the open, than to let your newfound insecurity fester and eat you alive. Wednesday will be honest, that you know. She never says anything she doesn’t mean. “Too vanilla for you?”

“Put that away.” Wednesday tapped at your lower lip, transfixed by the way the plump flesh gave away under her touch. She had a thing for your mouth, that you knew. “Or I will have to bite it.”

“Wens, I'm serious.” You turned, hands on your hips. “Am I too boring for you?”

“Amor.” Wednesday sighed, fingers tapping on your lower lip still. You parted them for her, letting her press her thumb inside you. She has a thing for your mouth. Your head tilts back, allowing her to do as she pleases. “I'm not the kind to suffer in silence.”

"Yeah, but you love me.” And it’s true, Wednesday is not the kind to keep quiet when something displeases her, but love has made her more tolerant. More soft. That, and the years. She is still blunt, but less than she used to be. It would be highly unusual for her to not say anything for so long, but the doubt is nagging at you, leaving you unable to think straight. “Maybe that makes the shitty sex worth it.”

“We haven't had shitty sex in years.” Wednesday presses a kiss to the curve of your throat, making a path towards your shoulder. Her fingers, nimble and slender, get rid of your dress. The fabric pools around your ankles, leaving you only on your underwear. Wednesday’s hands cup your breast, kneading softly. Your head pushes against her shoulder, neck thrown back in pleasure.

“Ah! So, the sex was shitty.” You exclaim, and she pinches your nipple, hard. It's a reprimand, more than an attempt to cause you pleasure. You whine, head lolling back.

“Yeah, but, first times always are. Besides, you take very well to instruction. It was not hard to train you at all.” Wednesday smiled. A terrifying sight, with too many teeth. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, hair loose out of her pigtails for sleep, she reminded you too much of a sort of perverted version of La Llorona, all black hair and dark eyes, ready to pounce on you. You shivered.

“But Tyler… You and him…" You start to say, but Wednesday's teeth close around one of your tendons, making you squeal. She soothes the skin with her tongue, kissing a map on your nape.

“Tyler and I… We are too alike to work. I need someone sweet. He needs to be taken down a peg or too, but refuses to admit it.” Then, lower, trailing kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. “He doesn't take well to instruction, amor.”

That it what really gets you. Wednesday likes taking care of you, yeah. But you feel a little insecure, a little aroused, and you want to prove yourself.

“Let me take care of you tonight.” You say, turning to kiss her, fervently. You are desperate for her, for feeling her falling apart on your tongue, your fingers, the vibrator. Anything. Anything for her, to her. “You are the birthday girl, let me give you a present.”

Wednesday stares at you, eyes hard. Eerily beautiful, in a way it doesn’t feel real. Her sharp jaw catches the light when she turns her head, making her look like a painted Catrina. You had seen her with the makeup once, for Halloween. Día de Muertos, she had said, against your skin, black paint smearing as she trailed kisses down your back. Marking you as hers. It was a tradition to the Addams, they even held a competition. She had been robbed that year, when Pugsley had shown up in a costume inspired by Coco. It hadn’t even be hand sew as hers! She had protested, muttering something about gringos ruining everything, even if she was born in the States making her, well, one of them. You shook your head, trying to clear your head from the memory. Makeup or no makeup, her bone structure was perfect. You pressed a kiss to her brow.

“Fine.” You don’t need more encouragement. Wednesday gets undressed, slowly. Even if she is all long limbs, she looks tiny without her shoes. You kiss her neck until she is whimpering, begging for more. Only then, you make your way to her shoulders, mouthing your way to her chest, down her navel.

“Fuck.” Wednesday pants, grabbing your hair in a pull that is so hard it makes you whimper. Against the bathroom door, her body arches into yours, both only in your underwear. “Bed, now.” She orders, and you obey. You always do. You stumble towards the bedroom, underwear falling in disarray in the hallway. The next morning, when you have to pick it up, you will regret it. But not now. Not now, when she is warm and soft in the bed, against your hands, chest arching underneath yours. You gnaw at her ribs, nose bumping against them. You slide down her navel, lazy kisses against her belly buttons.

Wednesday mewls in a way you bet Tyler never heard. Something dark tugs at your chest. You know, you know, before you, she never knew gentle touches, thinking sex is always violent. How else would you be able to take her apart so easily? Fuck Tyler. He must want to be you so badly.

You go lower, spreading her thighs with gentle kisses. You bury your head there. She always smells so damn sweet, it drives you crazy. Her hand wraps on your hair, tugging. Wetness pools between your legs, you have never felt something so erotic as this. Controlled, fiery Wednesday falling apart under your hands.

“Don’t tease, amor. Por favor, por favor.” So, of course, you do just the opposite. You like the way Spanish sounds, how it spills freely from her lips, desperate. It’s a sensual language to you, not for the way it sounds, but because it only falls from her mouth when Wednesday really means the things she says. You are drunk on it, this power in gentleness. You are greedy. Craving more, you kiss her clit, light as a feather. Not enough to get her the relief she craves. “Don’t tease. No. No, ahora, ahora. Por favor, amor, ahora.”

There is no polite way to say this. You eat her out. You bury your head between her thighs and eat her like you are desperate for it, soaking in the way she smells, the salty taste, the way she sounds. How she makes a wild grasp for your hands, how her hips tilt just so, as if she wanted to ride your face. You lick, wide strips over her entrance, tongue lazy over her clit until she sobs, until she begs. Until she is too broken for any language that isn’t moans and grunts. Only then, you decide to set her free. You apply just the hint of teeth she enjoys so much, tiny bits of pain filtering through her pleasure. Wednesday screams her throat hoarse, pale thighs wrapping around your head, clenching, body convulsing like a woman possessed.

She lays there after, as you wash your face and clean her off. In a daze.

“Según yo, me mataste.” She mutters, hiding her face in the pillows, hair in total disarray. “¿De nuevo?”

You smirk. That is a word you do know. You open the drawer and pull out the vibrator.

“How many do you think I can pull from you?” Her face lifts from her hiding place, eyes on the vibrator.

“Más que Tyler, seguro.” She mutters, and you don’t get it at first. It takes you a beat and then you understand. Wednesday is too observant for her own good, and sure, she has noticed your jealousy.

“Doubt he knows where the clit is.” You snicker. She gives you a tired smile.

“Oh, trust me. He knows. But he thinks it's a button.”

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Translations and cultural background for all the non Spanish speakers/ non Latinos:

Now, I’m not a translator, so these are rough, I wrote it thinking of what I would say and gave you the general meaning. Amor means love. Por favor is please. Ahora is now. Según yo me mataste is I think you killed me, but prettier. De nuevo, again. Más que Tyler, seguro is More than Tyler for sure.

I hope I didn’t miss anything. I referenced La Llorona because Wednesday has a thing at least for the story, and by the sweets Pugsley eats, I think they are Mexican. I also referenced Catrinas, because in some places they hold competitions, and it’s a big deal. Jenna Ortega’s Wednesday has a sharp enough jawline, the makeup would suit her very well. I hope with that, I don’t offend anyone, cause in Chile the tradition is non-existent.

[an-0nii]

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"So make the friendship bracelet, take the moment and taste it. You've got no reason to be afraid."

Prompt: You confess to your classmate, Geto Suguru, via bracelets. :D

Pairings: Geto Suguru x GN!Reader (College AU setting :))

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff, bits of angst?? Reader is kind of jealous lol

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You and Geto Suguru are friends. At least that's what you try to pretend.

Everyday, it's just the same cycle. Wake up, shower, study, repeat.

What only makes it different was when you and Geto would hang out alone, leaving the other two of his friends.

Whenever he picked you up after your last class, the two of you would go to your secret spot, talking and just... bond.

Yet, you can't help but feel the blooming feeling that grows in your heart, the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Everyday, it grew and grew uncontrollably.

But whenever you'd see him hang out with another guy or girl, you feel empty and quite... envious? No, it felt like shame and guilt swallowed you whole.

So, when the finals came around, you were determined to ace your exams, having to ignore the raven-haired man.

Thousands of pings, ring after ring, you'd deny him. Heck, you wouldn't even answer a single call nor respond to his texts, not even a single read or seen.

Of course, Geto was oblivious and just assumed that you were busy. But, of course, he couldn't help but ponder,

"Did I do something wrong...?"

None came to his mind. No reason. Yet, he was so adamant on what was the whole reason of the sudden ignorance, to the sudden change of direction of your friendship.

Meanwhile, in your room, you made matching bracelets for you and him. He had a black and white flower bracelet, while you had the white and black version of it. What was the difference? The charms. He was the moon, while you were a star.

You even wrote a tiny letter.

"You were the moon to my Earth. Everyday, you surround me and my head. Yet, I was only a star. So small, fragile, knowing that I could never have you. But, if this takes a turn, then... I'll gladly be the sun to your moon, as cringy as it sounds. :)"

As the finals were done, days after practicing the graduation, you built up the courage to face him.

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The day of the graduation came. You dressed up into your robe and cap, while Geto sat in front of you by a few rows.

God, he looked handsome. He looked ethereal.

And so, the anticipation, excitement, nervousness built up, stacking around.

And the moment the Principal had asked to flip the tassels of your cap, you two had graduated happily.

When it was time to go home, you went up to Geto, who looked relieved to see you approaching.

"Hey! You didn't answer to any of my texts nor calls... What's the problem? Did I do something wrong?ー"

You cutted him off, showing a black velvet box with a smile.

"About that... I'm sorry. I was too caught up with this and y'know, exams." You responded with an awkward chuckle.

He then dragged you away to somewhere with seats and a table. As he settled down, he sighed.

"Look, you really didn't have to work so much. Have you been getting rest?" Geto worried with a prominent scowl on his face.

"Never mind that! Open the box." You giggled.

The moment he hesitantly opened, he was in starstruck, in awe of your creation.

He read the inside of the box, his wonderful eyes trailing each word that was delicately written.

"No wonder you were busy, you sappy idiot." Geto chuckled with a smile.

"So make the friendship bracelets~" You sang with a shrug.

"Take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid." Geto added, taking your hand.

"I like you, you dumbass." Geto laughed sweetly.

God, you love that laugh. Maybe this was worth it, after all. Not only did you graduate, but you left the campus with your now boyfriend.

"Didn't know that I'd be graduating from this school with a boyfriend now." You sighed playfully with a smile.

"I love you."

"I love you."

All of the envy, jealousy, sadness, was replaced with joy, love, and happiness.

There were no more dull or lonely nights, no more crying for this "one-sided love" that was always a mutual thing. For you, who adores Geto, had graduated happily with happiness and love. And for he, who fawns over you, had now made you the love of his life.

And with that, the two kissed with love and affection, happy enough that this was all resolved and ended in a good chapter.

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[kleftiko]

i love your aizawa content its so refreshing all i ever see is him being over dominant and ik its just fanfic but still 😭

i share a birthday w him (i screamed when i found out two yrs ago) so i was wondering if you could write smthing were reader finds out that they share a birthday w him

love you a bunch ❤️❤️

(you literally inspire me to write more bnha content, i only rlly write haikyuu cuz the toxic bnha fandom ruined me lmfao)

❦ BIRTHDAY BUDDY

cw: none, this is fluff

birthday buddies !!!!! iida and i share the same birthday too lol that’s so fun:) and thank you for liking my work😭 aizawa is the definition of a true hero he CARES

yamada gave you the tour. apparently he did that for all new staff, just like when he emcee’s for the school. he’s got such a great vibe that it made you feel a lot less nervous for the first day on the job.

so you were thankful he was the one showing you around, you had heard rumours of the strict 1A teacher, aizawa, and was a bit worried that he wouldn’t make you feel very welcome here. but yamada assured you that it was alright.

“aizawa’s a great guy.” he said and read over your personal information sheet as you set up your desk. “he’s just a little mean and scary, but nothing to worry about!”

“doesn’t sound very helpful…” you mumbled under your breath.

the bell rang, signalling the next period, and you let the minute of students bustling in the halls and staff leaving the room to go teach fill the air.

“no way, november 8?” yamada said and you looked towards him. he opened his mouth to continue when his focus zoned in on something past your shoulder.

he lifted his arm and smiled widely.

“shota!” yamada called, despite the fact that you two were the only ones left in the room. a tall man with dark hair looked your way.

his tired eyes held no emotion, and the way he slouched with his hands in his pockets gave an intimidating presence that didn’t fade once he stopped in front of your desk and towered over you.

his eyes stayed on you but he said nothing. your mouth dried up, not used to his scrutinizing glare.

“y/n here’s the new general studies teacher.” yamada blabbed, ignoring the awkward air. “you’ll never guess her birthday—same as yours!”

you ignored the lump caught in your throat and turned to aizawa instead.

“n-november 8?” you ask but he didn’t give you an answer. “wow, i’ve never met a birthday buddy before! high five!”

then you froze. hand held up in the air towards a person you just met, and you realized how cringy that was. but you can’t seem to say anything, or even move your arm as you just stare at him in fear.

his bored eyes traced so torturously slow up your palm that you wanted to melt away. then his piecing glance zeroed in on you, holding eye contact that just made you want to apologize profusely for even speaking to him.

but then his hand tapped yours, the soft sound of the high five echoing slightly.

“birthday buddies.” his voice was deep, the vibration of it sending a warm shiver over your entire body and erupting a relieved grin on your lips.

you distantly hear yamada behind you breaking out into a harsh snicker, but you’re too focused staring at aizawa.

his hand dropped back into his pocket as he nodded his head.

“nice to meet you.”

[snixkers]

Superman Pt. 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid × Fem!Reader

Fluff/Smut

EXPLICIT CONTENT

For: Anonymous Request

Content Warnings: SMUT, fluffy, no use of Y/N, p in v sex, male condom, oral sex (f recieving) mentions of death

Summary: After you get off the jet, Spencer shows you how much you mean to him.

Author's Note: I'm absolutely so sorry about the wait on this. Smut takes me forever because I don't want it to be cringy.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

The plane ride home was long and tedious, but you were glad to finally be getting home. However, you were less than pleased when Spencer decided to sit away from you and leave you alone.

Of course, you couldn't tell anyone the reason, but you were a bit pissed. He had just kissed you without coming up for air, and now he was just going to ignore you like nothing happened?

When you finally returned to the BAU, the two of you headed through the parking garage with an unspoken tension. Shockingly, he was the one who broke the silence.

"I'm sorry about earlier. It was a poor decision."

If this were a cartoon, steam would probably be spewing out of your ears.

"I don't think it was. I liked it. Was it that bad of a kiss or something?"

He shook his head quickly, trying to rectify his mistake. "Of course not. It was great. I just... I don't want you to think it was just about the kiss."

You took his hand and turned to face him, watching the shadows of the parking garage for any snooping eyes.

"Let's go to your apartment. Okay?"

He stared for a few seconds before nodding eagerly, nearly sprinting to his car to let you in. The drive was silent, but not necessarily awkward. His commute was worse than yours, but the time of night made traffic bearable.

You two reached his apartment, the tension rising as you got out and headed over to the front door. One passcode and a rickety staircase later, and you were standing at his front door.

You had never been in his apartment before, but you always pictured it. Something a genius could call home. The walls were a deep shade of green, and various blueprints and diagrams adorned the walls.

The silence was deafening as you slipped off your shoes and looking back up at him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, his hands gently cupping your cheeks as he leaned in to give you another kiss. This one was more loving and gentle than the one he gave you in the hotel room, warming you up from the contact.

After a few more seconds, you decided you weren't quite satisfied with his change in behavior, deepening the kiss to your liking. He welcomed your advances, his grip on your face tightening slightly.

The two of you pulled apart for air, soaking in the sight of each other alive and healthy. You started undoing your blouse, popping the buttons one by one as he stared in awe. After catching on, he discarded his sweater and got to work on his shirt. He let the fabric fall to the floor in an uncharacteristic mess before pulling you into another kiss.

This one wasn't tender or sweet or anything you'd previously associated with Spencer. Now he was kissing you like a humingbird at a flower, drinking in everything you had to give in hopes that he would find more.

You silently gestured down the hallway towards the door you assumed led to his bedroom and watched as his eyes widened. He wasted no time throwing the door open and leading you inside.

The rest of your clothes were shed quickly in hopes that any barriers between you two would be gone. His jaw practically dropped as he saw you, saving images of you to admire later.

The two of you stared at each other awkwardly for a bit, unsure what you were hoping for before you made the first move. You pushed him back onto the bed, crawling on top of him.

He leaned forward to kiss you and you returned it eagerly, feeling him twitch against your thigh as you ran your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes, he flipped the two of you over, setting you on the pillow and peppering kisses to the swell of your breasts and down your stomach.

"Let me taste you."

You felt a surge of heat at his words, spreading your legs apart and giving him access to what he craved.

He took in the sight of you before him before diving in like a man starved, gripping your legs as he swirled his tongue everywhere he could reach.

Your hips bucked up at the sensation, squeezing your thighs around his head and pulling him closer. His fingers dug into your skin firmly as he dragged his tongue up towards your clit.

Before he could reach, you pushed his face away. He looked up at you, his face red and messy from the time he had spent savoring every inch of you.

"I need you inside me, now."

His eyes widened at that, his blush becoming more pronounced as he scrambled over to his dresser to grab a condom.

You watched him roll it on before returning to you, making sure you were ready. He positioned himself between your legs, watching your expression as he slowly pushed inside.

Your face contorted in pleasure as he began to rock his hips slowly. His arms wrapped around you, not to cage you in, but to protect you.

You gripped his shoulders, raising a leg to wrap it around his waists as his thrusts became more insistent. It was mainly silent, just your whispered nothings and sweet kisses.

He brushed your hair out of your face, speaking between each thrust.

"Don't put yourself in danger again."

Your eyes snapped open as you heard him, your legs tightening around his waist.

"Promise me."

You nodded, closing your eyes again as your head tilted back.

"I promise."

He smiled gratefully, moving faster now after the reassurance, however slim, that you would be safer. That you wouldn't leave him.

Your orgasm took you by surprise, and his followed shortly after. The two of you relaxed in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow until he broke the silence in a way that was perfectly him.

"Urination after sex decreases your chances of getting a UTI."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled out, grabbing you a towel and helping you up.

"Do you need anything?"

You shook your head, giving him a small grin before closing the door.

"You saved the day again, Superman."

[mammoney-y]

Hi hi! May I request how you think the brothers would react to a trans (gender neutral) Mc? Or just your favorites, I don't mind.

Please feel free to take your time or/and ignore the ask.

--V.X

I didn’t know if you wanted the reader to be transitioned before they went to Devildom, but imma assume that the reader went into Devildom pre-transition I hope you don’t mind

🫐The Brothers Reacting to a trans mc

Pairing(s) platonic! Demon bros x reader

Genre: Fluff

GN reader (they/them prns used)

CW: small mention of transphobia on Beel’s parts, cringy dialogue

☆ Lucifer

When you told him he definitely made a little shocked face then regained his composure

But you better believe that it fueled his feelings of pride when you told him first

He will Never misgender you…..like he will not do that

If you’re not out to the rest of the bros, and you’re not ready to tell them yet he’ll refrain from using pronouns and he’ll use your name… like I said once he finds out he won’t misgender you

If you are ready to tell them but you feel anxious he’ll give them a super long lecture about the lgbtq+ and about your identity

He’ll punish them if they misgender you even if it’s done accidentally

Like if Belphie was half awake and accidentally slipped up he’s hanging upside down and Lucifer is forcing him to stay awake

Even worse if it’s a low ranking demon 💀

Luci can and will tear a low tank demon apart if they dare misgender you

If you ever feel dysphoric Luci will comfort you but it’s a bit awkward since he can’t really relate

Lucifer will contact Solomon (much to luci’s dismay) to see if he can cast a spell on you so you can get your ideal body or something

☆ Mammon

He acted like he knew what it was (he did not) then researched all night

Mammon will not look stupid in front of his human!

His search history consisted of this:

Trans human

What does trans mean?

How much Grimm is transgender?

Is it expensive being trans?

Trans merch

Trans people simply explained

Trains?

You’ll wake up with pride merch in your room…..it’s the cringy target merch 💀

When you walk in his room he’s wearing a shirt that was the words “my friend is a transformer” or something like that and he looks at you with a goofy grin

“Hey! Human don’t ya feel honored? I, the great Mammon bought ya gifts!”

he tried it’s the thought that counts

If you’re not ready to tell the others he’s confused

Like you told him so why can’t you tell the others??

He starts blushing when you told him that you trusted him the most

Then he gets all cocky like “of course you wanted to tell the great Mammon first! I’m amazing!”

He chews out low ranking demons if they misgender you

He probably outted you to the brothers accidentally

Like one of them uses the wrong pronouns and Mammons sees the upset look on your face and he snaps

“Oi! MC goes by they/them! Ya got that?!”

Instantly feels bad and locks himself in his room because he thinks he upset you

He gasses you up if your feeling dysphoric

Constant praise and love from him to make you feel better

“Of course ya pass MC! Those low ranks don’t got nothin’ on ya! You’re amazing!”

He expects the same when he’s feeling sad

☆ Levi

Please explain it to him in anime terms if you don’t wanna be there for the rest of eternity

Since he won’t understand he’ll think your pranking him or making fun of him

“Of course you’re pranking a yucky, gross otaku like me….”

After like 100 anime references he’ll understand

“Ok so like the TSL side character Yuki! They accompanied the lord of the shadow in the live action adaptation and they were trans like you and-”

Levi will also get really blushy and flustered that you told him first

Like you wanted to tell a gross otaku like him your secret?? He’s honored-

He compares you to other trans anime characters to make you feel cool….it works?

He also buys cosplays of said characters in hopes of you cosplaying with him (you’ll never hear him admit that)

Once you tell the others he feels weirdly jealous? Like he knew it was bound to happen but he liked having a secret with you-

He’s constantly telling the others that he knew first so they shouldn’t think they’re special lmao

He Rages when you get misgendered like almost Satan level rage

Like those worthless low ranks think they can say that to you?! Hell no

He’ll mutter insults towards them under his breath and will probably get Lotan to deal with them

He gets in trouble the next day but it’s worth it

If you went to him feeling dysphoric he won’t know what to do

He’s the worst at comforting out of all the brothers

He ends up cuddling with you in his tub? Bed? He’s blushing the whole time

☆ Satan

He likes to read about humans and such so when he read a book about the trans community he suspected something about you

Satan knows what you are

When you told him he had a grin on face glad that he was right and glad that you trusted him more than Lucifer

“Hmm..you’re trans? I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Oh you didn’t tell Lucifer yet, you trust me more than him? That’s amazing.”

Although he already knows a lot about the subject he’s always reading up on the subject because it intrigues him

No one dares talk bad about you or misgender you when satans around

Like they wanna live to see the next day💀

But if they do…may the lord forgive them because Satan won’t

Threatens the brothers when you tell them

Rubs it in Lucifer’s face that you told him first

He gotta kill that pride somehow 🤷🏽

If you go to him feeling dysphoric he reads to you while you rest your head in his lap

Or he’ll make you some tea and lets you rant about your feelings

☆ Asmo

Asmo was ECSTATIC when you told him

He was probably the only brother to make a big deal out of it tbh

“Ah! Darling you told me first? Hehe I’m so glad, come to me if you ever need help♡~”

He’s already giving you makeovers based on your preference, he can make you look femme or masc, whatever you want

He takes you out to get a new wardrobe the moment you tell him

If someone misgenders you accidentally he’ll correct them passive aggressively

“For someone that claims to know MC you don’t seem to know their right pronouns, maybe pay more attention, hon.”

But if it’s on purpose he’ll tear that demon’s confidence down to the ground, like if that demon thought highly of themselves they definitely don’t when Asmo’s done

He also buys you pride merch but it’s not cringy like Mammon’s dw

Asmo will never let you feel dysphoric, the moment he suspects something you’re bombarded with compliments and the two of you are having a spa day

☆ Beel

Poor Beel nearly choked on his food when you randomly told him-

He looked at you shocked, smiled and then gave you some food

“You’re trans? Mhm thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. Here have some food you look tense.”

He already knows about the lgbtq so no explanation was needed

He won’t tell the brothers if you’re not ready, but he’s ready to be there for emotional support when you are

Most demons think that Beel won’t do anything about you being misgendered because he’s chill but they’re so wrong 💀

Beel gets pissed if someone misgenders you

If a demon is blatantly being transphobic to you Beel’s chill demeanor does a complete flip

He was just munching a second ago and now he’s standing right beside you glaring at the demon, menacingly

“It’ll be better for you if you apologize to MC, I don’t wanna hurt anyone…well in front of MC at least.”

He likes to make you food when you’re feeling dysphoric because “delicious food can make anyone feel better”

☆ Belphie

When you first told him he was half awake so he murmured something and went to sleep

“Huh? Oh..good for you, come lay with me.”

So when you told him again when he was actually awake he gave a better? response

“Ok? That doesn’t change the way I feel about you..now let’s take a nap”

Out of all of the brothers his reaction is the most nonchalant

That’s not to say that he doesn’t care, he loved that you trusted him enough to tell him

He just doesn’t want to make you feel weird by acting differently because you’re trans

He would actually kill anyone who misgenders you, he doesn’t care who it is

You’d have to rip Belphie off of the demon to get him to stop

He’d just stare at you innocently before saying that “they should’ve thought before they spoke, so it wasn’t my fault”

You probably don’t wanna go to Belphie if you feel dysphoric cause most likely he’s sleeping

But if he finds out he’ll play with your hair, eventually falling asleep

[hahskeleton]

soooooo I hate this ship

I hate this fricking ship with every fiber of my being. And this video made it worse.

I haven’t posted an animation in a long time. It was weird posting a video.

[little ramble under cut]

Alright, I hated this ship ever since before Lunar died and was saying all this crap about how he had a crush on Helpi, and I thought it was gross from the start but a video on the Lunar and Earth Show came out the other day and HOLY CRAP THAT MADE MY HATRED RUN DEEPER!!

The fact that it was so awkward and kinda cringy (the way Helpi approached and talked to Lunar was cringy as hell) made me want to throw up. I’m very much glad Lunar doesn’t like Helpi anymore otherwise I would probably cry.

to all the Lunar x Helpi lovers out there, I have two things to say to you:

#1: Why??

and 2: I’m not one to tell anyone to not like something, so you aren’t obliged to care about my opinion. You can like whatever you want!

BACK TO RAMBLING AND RANTING!!

Ough I cannot express through words how much I despise the Lunar x Helpi ship. My hatred for it is impossible to break and nobody can convince me to like it.

I did find it funny how Cassie was being so awkward with that whole situation and was probably really embarrassed for herself and Helpi, and Earth was just letting it fly because she thought Lunar was being shy.

he wasn’t. He clarified that in the end.

quoting Lunar: “I’m so uncomfortable,” and “I don’t like this! This is creepy!” And finally, “Nope! I was nered!”

This has been a rambling session by Floppy, come in next time I feel like talking!

[namusthetic]

The Weird Relatives at the Family Reunion

Half the rumors at the dining table involve them, but they attend family reunions just to cause drama. Their alliance still stands, and gets stronger each gathering.

No.1 - The Chaotic

Is made 70% out of anger issues and 30% out of spite

Does not care about people's opinions and judgement

Has no patience

Mom friend, scolds you first and then takes care of you anyway

Has their life organized, knows what they want

Only listens to a few selected people whom they trust

Devours sexists for breakfast

Their resistance to caffeine is the same as that of a 5-year-old to sugar

"Bold of you to assume I've reached my peak of dumbass"

Avoids physical touch

Their love language is food giving / cooking

A public danger when driving (and in general)

Eats cereals from the box

Falls completely silent when angry

Probably made a deal with the devil for clear skin

Hates the government with a passion

Listens to hard rock, metal and techno, not necessarily in this order

Helps children with mischievous plans

Ready to throw hands and chew people out if someone is getting bullied

Slapstick humor

Plots new, fun ways of causing mayhem

Catchphrase: "Improvise, attack, overcome."

Playlist:

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants

all the good girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott

LA ESPADA by Eternal Raijin

Scopin by Kordhell

Besos I by Bo Burnham

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone

Maneater by Nelly Furtado

spy? by WHOKILLEDXIX

Let's Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire

No.2 - The Neutral

Always looks half asleep or annoyed or both

Sarcasm and dark humor

Done with everyone's shit

"save the bees, punch a racist"

comes off as kind and easy-going, but would watch the world burn and not bat an eye

Is inclined to tollerate you better if you offer them coffee or cookies or if you start talking about books

Will cover for you if they like you, tell on you if they don't, you'll never know which one it is until the last second

They'll sit down in a spot away from the family chaos to either ignore or judge everyone

Has a keen eye for body language and nonverbal communication

Bad at managing anxiety and stress

"binarism is for computers, do I look like a fuckin MacBook to you?"

Says they don't like kids but carries candy in their pockets for their nephews

Commitment and trust issues

Starts yelling when they get really mad

Their love languages are acts of service and quality time

Not easy to impress, unless you start the conversation quoting Shakespeare or Dante

Passive aggressive

Listens to literally anything except country music

Hates parents who don't take their children seriously, so they're always ready to lend a ear and give advice

Helps no. 1 plotting by giving technical details and suggestions

Catchphrase: "Oh, I haven't told them good morning simply because I don't think they deserve one"

Playlist:

These Times by Far Caspian

Treehouse by Alex G, Emily Yacina

Tired by beabadoobee

Summer Child by Conan Gray

Young by Vacations

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths

The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Sex, Drugs, Etc. by Beach Weather

Bitter Taste by Billy Idol

Obstacles by Syd Matters

No.3 - The Lawful

Sensitive, must protect

Love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch

Cannot cook for the life of them

Made of sunshine and rainbows

"Please, assume I have dignity"

Sweet but awkward

Wears sunglasses to hide the eye bags

Always rushing somewhere

Loves children

Takes things personally and thus gets hurt too often

Quotes cringy positivity lines

Hard working

Always brings something to eat

Is actually the most insecure about themselves and their body

No.1 and no.2 are ready to physically fight anyone who is mean to them

Cheers you up and has your back

Ready to forgive and forget, rarely blames people for stuff

Too willing to give second chances

Gives stern scoldings if they're mad

When something goes wrong they take it badly and get really sad

A cinnamon roll inside and outside

Knows how to play several instrument so they sing and play for children

Tries to keep no.1 and no.2 from achieving world domination

Catchphrase: "Even if the world is big, you're enough for it"

Playlist:

El Mismo Sol by Alvaro Soler

Brazil by Declan McKenna

OUR SUMMER by TXT

Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Hey Lover! by Wabie

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

NIGHT DANCER by imase

HOME by BTS

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse

Bossa No Sé by Cuco ft. Jean Carter

Swing Lynn by Harmless

Promise by Jimin

[taruchinator]

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🌹 Written for the Grab A Slice TMNT Bang!

Leonardo Hamato had a crush on Yuichi Usagi.

This was a fact the teenage turtle had struggled with admitting to himself for a while now, mostly due to both his underlying insecurities, as well as never being a fan of the cliché lovesick feelings that a crush brought with it.

Yet after many long and awkward conversations with April— the only person he knew wouldn't make fun of him since his brothers would definitely never let him live this down— about what the heck was one supposed to do when they felt these sort of things, Leonardo Hamato came to the grand resolution of confronting his feelings head on!

Hey guys, Alice here! Today I come bearing my first ever ROTTMNT fic and its made specifically for the Grab A Slice Bang on Twitter!

I've been looking for the opportunity to make something sweet and fluffy with my Leosagi headcanons and now here we are: the brainriot ACTUALLY paid off!

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Leonardo Hamato had a crush on Yuichi Usagi.

This was a fact the teenage turtle had struggled with admitting to himself for a while now, mostly due to both his underlying insecurities, as well as never being a fan of the cliché lovesick feelings that a crush brought with it.

He was a flirty guy, absolutely. But that was never meant to be taken seriously. It never meant to become real— To let him be vulnerable.

Meeting other Yokai such as himself and his brothers was always a treat for him, since it gave them a sense of belonging in an otherwise hostile world. But there was always something different about Usagi that set him apart from the rest of the inhabitants of the Hidden City.

Despite having a rocky start after meeting at Run Of The Mill Pizza— his brothers finding the bunny holding Señor Hueso with a katana to the throat as he interrogated on a matter that turned out to be a misunderstanding on Usagi's part, but still left some rather nasty first impressions of each other— the duo ended up finding common ground rather quickly.

Usagi was a farmer boy who wanted to become a samurai just like his ancestor, and as such his grandmother suggested he travel to train in the Hidden City. This very much matched Leo's own goals of becoming the strongest ninja just like Lou Jitsu. And even though Usagi was taught that ninjas weren't to be trusted, he was quick to open up to Leo and the others after realizing the kind of people they were.

There was also the fact that they shared a similar sense of humor. Whenever Leo told a joke and everyone groaned in annoyance, the rabbit would snort, and even retort with a cringy comeback of his own.

They both liked exploring what the human world had to offer.

They each cared deeply for their families, and would do whatever it took to protect them.

Heck, they even had the same goofy and reckless personality that had others wondering if they needed to be watched over.

Leo found all of this to be part of a great friendship, which was why the realization of his true feelings was like a bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head. Although technically he didn't come to this conclusion on his own.

One day in the lair, the turtle brothers were getting ready to start one of their infamous skateboarding tournaments, taking full advantage of their day off. But as soon as they were about to begin with wheels at the ready, the blue ninja got a text message. It was from Usagi, who promptly reminded him of their previous arrangement to go shopping for new training clothes, if he wasn't busy.

Mikey inquired if they could get back to the fun, only to have Donnie utter a sentence that would leave Leo's blood running cold.

“He can't. Leo has a date with his boyfriend, so we're going to have to make do with a player short.” His voice sounded nonchalant as he said this, which only angered the twin further as he felt heat creeping over his face.

“He's NOT my boyfriend! And you guys better wait for me or else everyone's getting a mustache in their sleep!” Despite trying to sound semi threatening, his voice gave way and the others merely looked at each other with smirks gracing their features. After stomping a few obstacle courses on his way out, Leo huffed in annoyance at the pink in his cheeks that just wouldn't go away.

He tried to brush it off as one of his brother's regular shenanigans to get under his skin, but it was almost as if a switch had been flipped in his brain and certain thoughts began to arise.

Like how he never noticed how darn cute his rabbit friend actually was. Everything from his little pink nose, to the softness of his fur, to the way his eyes would lit up in excitement at the mention of ancient ninja/samurai history.

Or how selfless and kind he was to everyone around him, no matter who they were or how they treated him— be it Yokai or Human alike.

Small details that Leo either took for granted or simply never took the time to pay attention to. And it all had his stomach doing backflips that left him breathless each and every time.

As such, after many long and awkward conversations with April— the only person he knew wouldn't make fun of him since his brothers would definitely never let him live this down— about what the heck was one supposed to do when they felt these sort of things, Leonardo Hamato came to the grand resolution of confronting his feelings head on.

Operation ‘Rabbit Conqueror’ was in full swing! What could possibly go wrong?

Leo's first attempt was something simple.

He wanted to get his feelings across in a subtle yet charming way, his specialty for sure.

As such, he decides to invite the bunny boy over for a night of Lou Jitsu binge watching and pizza galore, and makes special note of doing this when no one will be home. Splinter has gone out to discuss some important stuff regarding their mystic powers with Draxum, while his brothers go to April's for a sleepover, which they hadn't done in a long time.

Leo turns down the offer saying he already has plans with Usagi in the city, which April already knows about and actually offered herself to help in the blue ninja's plans by keeping the others at her apartment. Raph in particular finds it rather odd, but doesn't question it.

“Mikey just plugged in the console on the TV. They'll be here a while ;)” April's text quickly flashes across Leo's screen, leaving a small smile on his face. He'd have to properly thank her later.

“I still can't believe the others didn't wanna join us. You sure you don't wanna wait in case they can make it?” Usagi's voice brought Leo back to reality, which caused him to turn and look at the rabbit who was already getting comfortable in his seat on the couch, yet held a questioning look in his eyes.

Quickly pocketing his phone, the blue ninja chuckled as he approached his friend. “I already told you it's fine! They've already seen this one like, a gazillion times! Plus they'll take blowing up alien tech over staying at home any day.”

Leo told Usagi that his brothers were out testing new technology that Donnie had cooked up thanks to the weird advancements from the Krang invasion. Why wasn't Leo with them? Because he was tired after a week of non stop patrolling and he just wanted some time to chill with his favorite fur ball.

“So then, my good sir! Why don't we start the evening with a delicate cuisine from the finest restaurant in all of New York?” The turtle then proceeded to pull out a box of pizza from Señor Hueso's seemingly out of thin air, placing it gingerly on the plastic table in front of them. Usagi's expression quickly lit up, but the moment he reached to grab a slice, Leo's hand gently swatted him away. “Ah ah ah! Patience, my friend. We cannot have the ultimate pizza experience without soda! What kind of monster do you think I am?”

Rubbing his hand in fake annoyance, the bunny boy rolled his eyes with amusement. “Man you're obsessed with this stuff, I hope you're aware. Might even need medical attention. Just hurry up, I'm starving!”

With a wink, Leo quickly made his way to the kitchen where their bubbly beverages were waiting.

The plan was simple. Ahead of time, the blue ninja had written something on the inside of the pizza box's lid. He tried thinking really hard on a good pick up line that best showcased his abilities as a comedian as well as flirting, which ultimately led to something straight out of a bad romcom— ‘I know it's cheesy, but would you go out with me? <3’

The line made him giggle aloud as he was serving up the drinks. It was so perfect yet so stupid, all in the best way!

As soon as he gave Usagi his drink and let him open the box, the samurai would surely swoon and find himself a blushing mess in an instant. Or at least that was the plan, since the idea of those soft fluffy cheeks going pink in embarrassment brought a goofy smile to the blue ninja's face.

Yet that fantasy was shattered the moment he heard noises coming from the living room.

Not really knowing what to expect, he made his way over with the drinks in hand to see what the fuss was about, only to have his stomach drop in an instant.

“Yo, Leo! Why didn't you tell us you guys were watching Lou Jitsu without us? We would've come back sooner!” Raph spoke with a mouthful of pizza as he lounged on one side of the couch.

“Well I guess Leo didn't wanna interrupt your fun. I'm glad you could make it, though— the more the merrier!” Usagi, as clueless as ever, spoke with a smile on his face as he held a slice of pepperoni in his right hand. Confusing the blue ninja's disappointment with confusion, he responded. “They came in a few minutes ago. I'm surprised you didn't hear them!”

“Guess I was stuck in Usagi land…” Leo thought in despair. Trying not to let it show on his face however, he turned to Donnie, who sat cross-legged on the floor with cheese dribbling on his fingers. “I thought you guys were gonna stay at April's.”

“Yeah, her mom ended up coming back from the hospital earlier than planned. So we had to reschedule. Angelo! Any more salami over there?” His twin spoke nonchalantly yet again and quickly changed the subject to more pizza as he turned to their youngest brother.

Mikey, who sat right in the middle of the couch and next to Usagi, replied with a hint of guilt as he sported a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Dee! Got the last one… Oh! Don't worry Leo! I saved you a slice!” As Mikey waved the aforementioned slice in the air for his brother to see, Leo's eyes immediately went to the discarded pizza box on the floor, stomped on and totally wrecked from the massacre.

A buzz in his pocket followed soon after, which he fetched only to find a single text from April looking back at him. ‘My mom didn't get called on overtime after all. I'm sorry :(’

Attempt #1 for Operation ‘Rabbit Conqueror’ was a bust.

Despite the obvious disappointment at his plans being fouled over, Leo didn't let it deter him in his quest. Second attempt!

There were so many different ways someone could confess their feelings to another. And the next one on his list was the wonderful art of gift giving.

There was always something about Usagi getting him small gifts that left Leo completely entranced. They were always simple things like charms or trinkets he'd find in the market that reminded him of the turtle, but it was clear from all of that that the bunny boy was someone who appreciated a good present.

Which was why this time, he ended up enlisting the help of his father for this particular task.

Usagi had commented how he'd been looking for a new training sword for a while, complaining that the one he currently owned was one he had since he was a child, and as such, had seen better days and didn't quite have the strength he was looking for. On the other hand, the ones he did find being sold in the Hidden City were either extremely out of his price range or simply not well made for a samurai.

Enter Hamato Yoshi, AKA Lou Jitsu, AKA his father, who may not be one of the most exemplary ninjas out there, but he was trained in the arts of one, and as such knew everything of basic skills such as that of forging a sword.

Which was why the blue ninja immediately begged Splinter to help him in crafting a basic sword to give to his beloved. The rat man found the request extremely odd and out of character for his son, but took it as an opportunity to bond with him, so he didn't question the need for a new sword when the ones he currently had worked perfectly fine.

With the shiny new sword now in his possession, Leo was quick to prep it all nicely with a bow. He'd give it to Usagi during their weekly training spar, ask him to be his boyfriend and live happily ever after. Simple!

“Come on, Usa! You can do better than that!” Leo easily evaded the rabbit's swing to his left, counter attacking with a swing of his own that quickly got blocked.

“You're one to talk! I know when you're going easy on me, Hamato. Afraid of showing what otherworldly powers you're hiding?” Usagi was a fun opponent, since he never backed down from a challenge and was quick to match Leo's taunting with his own. He arched his eyebrows with a sly smirk, which had no right in being as sexy as it was.

With a slight blush dusting his cheeks which he hoped came off as exertion, Leo chuckled as he lowered his weapon, panting and reaching for a bottle of water for himself and his partner. “Didn't think trying to be nice would be considered going easy on someone. Let's take five! I'm sure we both need it…”

He then tossed one bottle to the bunny boy, which he was able to catch easily. “Fine… But we're settling this today! No more ties!”

As Usagi started chugging down on his drink, Leo turned an eye to look at the new sword which was still hidden on the other side of the tunnel they were practicing on. It actually blended well and could come off as Mikey's graffiti if Usagi ended up locating it.

Everything was going according to plan! No one to distract him from his goal!

Or so he thought.

“Leonardo. I see you've brought company…”

A soft female voice echoed through the tunnel, quickly bringing both boys out of their resting and into battle positions with one back against the other. Both had raised their swords and started looking back and forth for the source, only to be met with a giggle.

“I apologize. I didn't mean to frighten you. Perhaps I should've made myself present earlier.” It was then that Leo really took a good look at his surroundings. A faint glowing green figure began to emerge before him, and the moment it started to take form, he immediately lowered his guard and couldn't believe the luck he had. “Gram Gram?!”

Oroku Karai stood before him, a warm smile plastered on her face as she nodded in greeting. “It is good to see that you're doing well.”

After the fight with Shredder, the turtles thought that they'd never get to see their beloved ancestor again. For months during their recovery they mourned her, yet one day she miraculously appeared before them as a spirit, which brought everyone in the family to tears.

The best explanation that Splinter could come up with was now that Oroku Saki no longer existed in any plane, Karai had been freed from her curse and tie to the Hamato clan, which turned her sacrifice null and allowed her spirit to remain in the teapot that was once connected to Shredder's soul.

And despite being able to move on and go to the spirit world, the fierce warrior confessed that she yearned to be with the family she never got to meet, hence being able to stay with the living.

Leo was ecstatic about this fact, and his Gram Gram was someone he loved talking to whenever his brothers annoyed him or April wasn't available.

He loved her, and yet her timing couldn't have been any worse.

“Wait! Y-You-re… Oroku Karai! Daughter of the Shredder! And Leo's great great grandmother!” Usagi's nerd instincts kicked into high gear, as he looked at the woman in awe with his weapon discarded on the ground. “My grandmother told stories about you along with those of Miyamoto Usagi! You're a legend and staple of ninja history!”

Karai looked over at the bunny boy in surprise, but then allowed herself to laugh at his words. “I would not consider myself a legend, but thank you for your kind words. As for Miyamoto Usagi, he was indeed a powerful ally and a wonderful friend…”

“You.. You knew him?” Usagi asked with sparkles in his eyes.

Karai nodded with a smile. “We fought together a handful of times, yet his heart always showed to be pure. If you'd like, I would be more than happy to share some stories.”

“That would be great! Thank you so much! I should probably get more water though, we've been training all this time so we're kinda dehydrated- Anyway this is a huge honor!” Without even sparing Leo a glance, Usagi bowed and quickly left to the kitchen to bring more drinks.

Gram Gram walked over to Leo and smirked, a knowing twinkle in her eye that indicated she had secrets to share, yet would never tell. “He seems like a nice boy. I hope you remain good friends.”

Leo groaned in frustration and embarrassment as he covered his blushing face.

Attempt #2 for Operation ‘Rabbit Conqueror’ went down the drain.

This time, the blue ninja was not holding back.

His third attempt would be the biggest and most extraordinary display of affection that even the Yokai down the street would know of his affections for the rabbit samurai.

All of his previous failures had two things in common. They were at his home where distractions could occur at any time and were trying to remain subtle. But this time he wouldn't be home, and he'd be anything but subtle.

With lots of begging and promises to Señor Hueso of washing the restaurant's dishes for a month, Leo was able to get himself and Usagi a fancy table at Run Of The Mill Pizza. Candles were placed, lights were dimmed, and even music was provided to make the atmosphere as romantic as possible. Señor really knew how to make an impression.

With a romantic dinner at his side, Leo was going in guns blazing. He would go in, have a wonderful time with his crush, and confess at the end of the evening after buttering him up throughout the whole date. And yes, this was meant to be a date.

And Leo was sure to make that point very clear.

“Since when do you like having pizza on dinner tables? I thought you said grease tasted better on booths.” Usagi was trying his best to be as casual and carefree as the duo usually was when they came to Señor Hueso's, but it was clear that all the fancy stuff around him was getting a little distracting.

When Leo had told him he wanted to have dinner that night, Usagi had assumed the usual— either chaotic dinner with his family or the usual pizza palooza they enjoyed at Run Of The Mill. And well, he was partially right.

Leo placed a hand against his chin, leaning with a smirk gracing his features as he looked at his companion in a way Usagi had never seen before. “Oh, well you know how it is! You go big or go home when you're taking someone lovely out for dinner. Can't have none of that basic stuff when you're on a date.”

Pink quickly dusted over the bunny's cheeks, and Leo had to hold back his squeal over how adorable he looked. Just as adorable as he'd imagined, which meant things were going according to plan. Usagi forced a chuckle as he started fiddling with his thumbs. “Right… a date. Good one, Leo! S-So! We having the usual or…?”

The blue ninja was taken aback by the change of subject, but tried to regain his footing as he grabbed the couple's menu that Señor had provided for them. “You know, I'm not really in the mood for pizza. What do you say we go for the Italian pasta bowl? It says here it's perfect for two~”

Usagi only then noticed his own menu, and proceeded to look for the dish his friend was suggesting. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but didn't seem to protest. “I mean… I'm not the biggest fan of spaghetti, but… you never know unless you try, right?”

“Exactly!” Leo closed his menu and ushered one of the waiters in their table's direction. “One Italian pasta bowl, please! Make it ‘Lady and the Tramp’ style, for me and my date here.”

The waiter nodded and left, leaving a confused Usagi and a smirking Leo at the table. “You're the Lady, by the way. And I, am but a mere humble Tramp…”

“Leo!” Usagi spoke up a bit louder than intended, but it was effective in getting the blue ninja to snap out of whatever he was doing. With a deep inhale, the bunny scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn't mean to yell… Look, I appreciate all of this, I really do! Going out of your way to plan something like this for us must have taken a long time. But… I prefer when we get to sit in our booth and just laugh at whatever lame joke we come up with.”

“W-We can still do that! I thought I was cracking jokes, you know?” Leo tried to play it off, but Usagi's stern look quickly deflated his efforts. “I mean… I just wanted tonight to be special.”

“But why?” The rabbit samurai scooted a little closer and placed one hand on top of Leo's. The softness of his fur was enough to get the turtle's skin to tingle. “You've been acting weird for a while. I didn't think much of it at first because well, you're you. But after this… I can't help but wonder if something's going on. Is everything okay?”

As Leo looked into the other boy's eyes, he found nothing but genuine concern for him, and it only squeezed his heart in a painful way.

This was it.

He had to tell him, or else he'd keep worrying about him.

Taking a deep breath, he held Usagi's hand between his own and felt his face heating up. “The truth is… Usa- Yuichi. The thing is… I-”

And almost as if the universe was mocking him at this point, the door to the restaurant was forcefully shoved open, causing other customers to stare in confusion.

Hypno stood in all his ugly hippopotamus glory along with Warren, the little worm creature perched atop the other villain's shoulder as he waved a paper bag in the air in what could only be compared to a child's tantrum. “You forgot my guava sauce, Hueso! I order the same thing every Tuesday night!”

“If my roomie doesn't get the respect he deserves, then perhaps you need a bit of a reminder on who you're dealing with!” Hypno used his raw strength to pick up a nearby table and started throwing it around to cause commotion.

“Give me a frickin break…” Leo couldn't help but mumble under his breath. Letting go of his date's hand, he went to reach for his katanas. Usagi wasn't far behind, bringing out his odachi and taking a stance.

As the duo began their fight, Leo was aware of the looks Usagi kept glancing his way, and there really wasn't a way for him to stop and say anything in return.

The third attempt was most definitely the worst.

It had been about three weeks since Leo's last attempt at Run Of The Mill Pizza.

Usagi didn't pry again, but Leo knew that he was still worried about him. Regardless, the blue ninja decided the best course of action at this point was to just ignore. He pretended like the past couple of months didn't happen, and did his best to go back to his goofy and prankster self, while also treating the bunny boy the same as usual.

Or at least, he tried to.

There was no denying that he treated Usagi differently now, and may even be avoiding him on an unconscious level.

But could anyone really blame him?

He'd pretty much made a fool out of himself in front of the boy he liked and now even had doubts he never considered before. Like what if Usagi didn't like him back? What would happen if Leo confessed and it ruined their friendship? What if he lost him forever, all because he couldn't get over a stupid little crush.

So that's what he was planning to do. Try and get over it.

So far it wasn't working.

He and Usagi had been assigned a specific part of the city for their monthly patrol. The other turtles were somewhere else, trying to cover more ground for any crimes that could be occurring. But of course, it was the one night New York decided to be peaceful and not have anything going on.

Silence hung between the two Yokai, and honestly Leo preferred it that way. Well, more like he preferred the silence to having the bunny boy be interrogating him. He'd much rather the two of them be talking like normal. Listening to the other laugh. Knowing that he was the one who caused that.

After rounding the same corner for the fifth time, Leo thought it would be a good idea to call it a day.

But before he could even utter a sentence, he turned to look at his companion. He stood awkwardly in place, fidgeting and turning from one place to the other. Almost as if he was… nervous?

“You okay, Usa?” Leo asked suddenly, which caused the samurai to jolt in response, but quickly forced a smile as he chuckled lightly. “Y-Yeah! Never been better! Why you ask?”

This time Leo was the one who gave him a stern look, and all Usagi could do was sigh in response. “It's just… I wanted to ask you something. B-But I don't wanna upset you!”

“Here it comes…” Leo braced himself for the interrogation that was long overdue. He'd just tell him he had the flu or something and that was the reason why he'd been acting so weird for the past few months. Trying to give him a reassuring smile, the blue ninja replied. “Come on, Usagi. It's me! Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You won't upset me. Promise!”

Studying his face for a moment, Usagi must have found what he was looking for, since he took a deep breath and started fidgeting under the other teen's gaze once more. “Alright… here it goes.”

“I've been… thinking about this for a while. Like, a really long time actually.” The samurai chuckled to himself at that. “But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. And after everything that's happened, I think… I think it's time for me to take a chance.”

Leo simply stared at his friend in confusion. He really didn't know where he was going with this.

“Leonardo Hamato.” Usagi looked at the turtle in front of him with conviction as he uttered his full name, making the other blush with intensity. In a matter of seconds, the samurai pulled something from his pocket and placed it between them, bowing his head with red covering his entire features. “Doyouwannagooutwithme?!”

It took Leo about ten seconds to realize what Usagi was holding— a red rose.

It took him another ten seconds to process what the other had said.

Until his face finally erupted in flames after a total of thirty seconds. “W-What?!”

“I-I said… Do you-?” Usagi was about to ask again, only to have Leo interrupt him with slight annoyance in his voice. “No, I heard what you said! But that's not fair!”

Usagi's ears quickly flattened at the side of his head, and Leo immediately made sure to correct himself. “I've been trying to ask you out for months now in the best possible way, and then you come in and just outright say it? I-It's just not fair!”

After processing what the other said, the bunny boy smiled widely. “So I was right!”

“Right about what?”

“About you liking me! I hoped that you did, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but it wasn't! Like the pizza thing, the new sword and then the restaurant!” Usagi blurted in a single breath which made it difficult to keep up, but Leo somehow did. “Wait. You… You knew about all of that?”

Sheepishly looking at the ground, he nodded. “I mean, not at first. I saw the message in the pizza box after it was in the trash but thought maybe they gave us the wrong one. Then your father told me you made that sword for me, but I figured you were just being nice. And the restaurant… well I didn't know what to think of it. Maybe you were playing games with me? I dunno…”

At that last statement, Leo quickly grabbed the other by the shoulders and stared into his hazelnut eyes. “Yuichi, I would never play about something like that…”

The use of his first name brought more pink to the bunny's cheeks. Leo only used it when he was serious. With a smile slowly lifting in his corner, he quickly leaned in, and stole a nuzzle against the turtle's face, before pulling away just as fast. “Yes…”

Trying to accept the fact that his crush pretty much kissed him, Leo felt the world around him spinning, and the butterflies in his stomach multiplied in an instant. “H-Huh?”

“Yes, I will go out with you. That's what you wanted to ask, right?” Usagi kept his smile, pink never leaving his face.

Leo started laughing, red going from one cheek to the other. “And I would love to go out with you too…”

At that moment, the blue ninja couldn't be any happier. Everything he'd done over the past few months hadn't been for nothing, and it was actually totally worth it in the end. He'd make sure that Usagi didn't regret this decision, and based on the look the rabbit gave him, he was thinking the same thing.

Holding each other's hands under the beautiful midnight sky couldn't be anything more than cliché, yet he didn't care.

Life really was good after all.

“Oh, would you look at that? The gays have finally come out of their shell! Get it? Shell? Anyways gentleman, I believe you owe me money.”

“Aw Leo! Why didn't you tell us you were into Usagi? We could've totally hooked you up sooner!”

“Yeah bro! Dr. Feelings could've given you a free consultation!”

As he heard the snickers and snaps of pictures being taken from the rooftop, Leo sighed once more.

Well, he'd been planning stuff for months already.

What was one more scheme to help him become an only child?

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Baby Honey (2)

in which Y/N is searching for a photographer, Harry got a date and everyone is frustrated...

[Warning- Harry being an absolute downgrading idiot, return of an ex, ANGST, pinning, sexual tension, sexual themes but no smut, swearing, crying, mention of insecurities]

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It was his second coffee of the day and somehow he still felt tired.

Harry was confused but more so he was angry at himself. They had a moment, a beautiful moment and he was going to kiss you if not for the interruption but that's not what made him angry it was the embarrassment on your face after he pushed you so hard that you almost fell.

What if you have fallen and hurt yourself? But in his defence he got scared. Intimacy was terrifying to Harry, let alone to his best friend with whom he had been in love for years.

It was two years ago when his heart fluttered for you like it had never before and he was with his then-girlfriend! It felt like shit. He felt even worse when his thoughts went south seeing you in that red dress you were wearing with matching red lipstick.

Soon after you and Harry became best friends and he broke up with his girlfriend cause it wasn't fair to her. She deserved someone loving not a douchebag in love with his best friend. But even after that something stopped him from telling you how he felt.

It was pathetic honestly cause everyone knew that both of you were in love with each other except the two of you. Harry looked at you like you hunged stars and moon in the sky like the sun shines because of you.

There was not a single day he would let go without seeing your face even if it was just on his small phone screen. From his phone gallery to his apartment walls to his heart everything was filled with your face.

Then why he couldn't just man up and tell you how he felt? He didn't know.

He sighed, picked up his guitar and camera, and settled on his unmade bed. He spent the whole night thinking what would have happened if he didn't fuck up, would you have stayed back and let him kiss you more? Maybe you had made out a bit more, perhaps it would have led to more where his glistening body would have cherished yours or maybe you would have just cuddled with him to sleep. But what was the matter of thinking now, you probably won't even want to see him. He didn't even get his daily 'Good morning' followed by a crass word text.

His fingers strummed the guitar strings and he sang the only song that has been playing in his head since yesterday night.

Run me in circles like you always do...

*****

Meanwhile, you were in your bed staring at the chipped white ceiling thinking why your love life has to be so fucked. Why couldn't you just fall in love with a guy you met at a bar or coffee shop or any of those cringy places romance novels define. Why couldn't you love anyone else who wasn't your best friend?

Groaning you turn on your side and hide more under the duvet. Your phone hadn't chimed once meaning there was no text from him. Was he regretting it? Was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing? It had to be. God everything will be so awkward now you thought to yourself.

You stuck your hand out of the duvet rest of your body still under the warm duvet. The phone screen was cold on your warm palm as you picked it up. It was almost 10 in the morning but that was not what caught your eye it was the reminder notification that was on your lock screen.

A few weeks ago you got an email from Calvin Klein to do a photo shoot for their latest package. You were stunned for minutes straight so much so you got Harry concerned thinking your grandma passed away but when you jumped from the couch and started squealing like a dolphin he got more concerned but knew it was something good.

After your reply, a package got delivered to your apartment a few days after. But since you had almost two weeks' time you put it away thinking you will do it on your good day, when your stomach wasn't bloated and your face looked good but what you didn't know was that day never came and now you had to post it by evening.

Panicking you sat up on the bed and unlocked your phone searching for the contact you needed, just as you find it you click on it. The call rings for about 3 seconds when he picks up and replies with a groggy voice.

"Aaron! I need your help. Right now" You exclaimed on the phone. You started getting off the bed and walking outside the bedroom.

"Y/N it's 9 in the morning talk a little less loud" He whined on the other side of the call making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways remember that CK photo shoot we talked ab-" "I can't do it" He said before you could complete your sentence.

"What do you mean can't do it" You let out a nervous laugh trying not to panic.

"Babe I'm home at my mum's place. Her arthritis has got worse so, I'm helping her." He said making you frown. Aaron was your go-to photographer so, you knew him and his family well. You knew how bad her arthritis could get sometimes not even being able to walk herself to the bathroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that A. Take care of her and yourself. I will figure something out" You said getting a hum in reply as if he had fallen back asleep again so you ended the call.

You fell back on your couch rubbing your forehead in stress. This is not how you imagined your Sunday to go. You thought of just sitting in bed the whole day mopping around about Harry not loving you back and then editing your video and falling back asleep but now you had a whole 2-hour footage to edit from, search for a photographer, take pictures, edit them also and post them.

You thought of texting your sister but then you remembered how tired she already was yesterday. Your sister worked a normal 9 to 5 job and her boss was a literal definition of an asshole. He always made her overwork, sometimes even asking her to come on Sundays cause the company was understaffed and rather than employing more people, he decided to torture her.

You felt guilty cause you also dumped all your feelings on her after you came home from Harry's and honestly you didn't want to face her after ugly crying to her over a boy.

So that left Harry.

Harry was uploading the video he just recorded and edited, it was short since the song itself is just a few seconds less than three minutes when he heard a knock on his door.

His heart started thumping against his chest from the thought of you being on the other side of the door. He won't admit it but he ran to the door so fast that even 5 steps made him out of breath.

But everything died down when instead of you it was Jordan standing in front of him with his signature beaming smile. He had a puffy jacket on to protect himself from the outside cold and his hand holding two go-to cups of coffee.

"H mate it's been so long" He said hugging him tightly. Jordan was the only person in his friend group who was taller than him making his face almost get squished in his sturdy chest. Jordan was the only person who was not common in their friend groups mostly his friends were the same as that yours except him.

"Why the long face? Not happy to see me?" He teased wiggling his eyebrows but Harry just rolled his eyes and walked back inside. Jordan followed him inside putting down cups on the kitchen counter. Harry wanted to duck him on the face from hearing his enthusiastic chirping voice but he controlled it.

"What do you want?" He asked sitting down on the couch propping his feet up on the table. "Why are you so moody is it because of Y/N?" Jordan asked, of course, his first guess was you. Jordan and Y/N didn't like each other and the reason is unknown, it was like they first saw each other and decided they aren't going to be friends.

"Yeah, I think I fucked up" He sighed and went on a full rant about everything that had happened at night. Jordan listened to everything intently, not interrupting once. When Harry finished he turned to him half of his face smushed against the back of the sofa, his lips in a pout.

He watched as a cheeky smirk appeared on Jordan's face. "What if you make her jealous?" He suggested. "Absolutely not" Harry shut the idea down before he could talk more.

"Hear me out. Look you just go on date with her, no need to take it further if you don't want to. Your friend group is so chatty that she will know that before you come back from the date and if she likes you this definitely going to bring out a reaction from her. Confront her after that and boom" He said and somehow his idea made sense to Harry.

"Also mate it's about time you get laid, when was the last time you fucked someone and not your hand" He said chuckling and making Harry flush. It was true he haven't been with anyone for the past two months almost. The last relationship he had was with Lindsey and that was one and a half years ago. It would definitely get a reaction out of you. You were a very emotional person but that didn't mean you cried easily (you did), it also meant you felt everything 100× let it be anger, sadness or happiness.

It could easily go south he knows but he was willing to take that risk.

"Alright I will do it" He said just as his phone's special notification went off which was just for you. He leapt towards his phone seeing a text from you a smile formed on his lips.

Baby Honey🍯: I know you're probably busy but I was just wondering if you could help me with a photoshoot of mine. Aaron is out of town and I don't want to bother Bella

Baby Honey🍯: but if you're busy it's genuinely no problem I will figure something out

He bit down on his lips trying not to smile like an idiot in front of Jason. Of course, he will help you, he would swim oceans to help if you needed him to.

Harry: Be there in 15.

"I have to go something important came up" Harry said as he locked his phone and slid it down his sweatpants pocket. He threw on the grey hoodie laying on the hand of the couch over his black t-shirt and pushed his curls back adjusting his bandana.

"Alright I will figure other stuff out. I know a girl you will like, just be on time" He said winking. Jordan gave Harry a side hug with goodbye and went his way. He kinda felt bad that Jordan came to spend time with him but oh well who is he in front of you?

*****

Harry couldn't walk fast enough to your apartment even if it was blazing cold out contrasting to the sunny day it was the day before. The cold wind was sending chills down his spine making him shiver but as your building came nearer his view a strange warmth started filling his chest.

He had Flynn cuddled to his chest cause he hated leaving him alone at home. Both of them would start getting separation anxiety after being away from each other for too long. But Flynn also hated walking so he had to carry him which was good cause he was small.

He ran upstairs as you lived on the 2nd floor and he didn't want to waste time waiting for the lift. He was a little out of breath when he knocked on the door but when the door opened he might as well have fainted.

You were standing there with your makeup and hair done to nine, soft waves falling on your shoulder and framing your face like an angel.

"Thank god you're on time" You said walking back inside that's when he noticed how you weren't wearing any pants and then he was sure he was about to faint.

It was rare for you to wear something revealing your leg. Harry was sure he was the only one of your friends (except your sister of course) who had seen you move around in shorts.

You had fought with insecurities your whole life. It didn't help that your sister was always the prettier one of the two and obviously it wasn't her fault but it was your mother who would always point out how your arms or legs looked like chickens or how Bella got all the beauty from your parents. So, after a time you stopped wearing anything that showed off your leg. It was recently when you stopped cutting off your food and regained a healthy relationship with it.

Harry was sure he would look like a creep if anyone else was in the room. You were saying something but all he could do was gawk at the tattoo on the back of your upper thigh near your butt.

"Are you even listening?" You said waving a hand in front of him. His whole face flushed red as he stumbled over his words.

"Ye-Yeah. Sorry I zoned out" He said clearing his throat and now actually listening to what you were saying and making mental notes.

You wanted an all-white aesthetic as the clothes were white with black detailing. Harry suggested taking pictures near the pillar between your bedroom door and the large window as it would have incredible lighting.

Harry situated the camera as you finished your makeup. He looked up seeing you carrying your vanity chair and putting it in front of the camera. He looked at you in confusion. "It's white but a mid shade between the wall and the clothes so it will tie it together," You said pointing at the wall and then to the chair. He gave you a 'fair enough' shrug and adjusted the settings on the camera.

"Alright camera is ready. Now pose Baby Honey" He said a tad more dramatic than needed but hey it got a giggle out of you. You sat down normally on the chair as Harry looked at you through the viewfinder of the camera. What he didn't expect was for you to take off your sweatshirt to reveal a crop top with a large CK logo on it. You stood up and threw the jumper on the couch.

You ruffled your hair a bit running your fingers softly through it. While Harry was just sitting on the floor with his mouth agape behind the camera. Nothing going through his head was holy oh far from it, a part of him felt bad for thinking like that about his best friend who trusted him with being vulnerable so he shoved it down a bit. But when you sat down again on the chair sideways and letting your legs dangle off while throwing your head back he forgot everything about feeling bad.

"Are you ready?" You asked him and although he wanted to say no cause how could he be ready for this ever he gave her a nod and started clicking pics.

After getting a few shots you decided to get into the next outfit. You were a bit hesitant about it, which he didn't understand but didn't ask anything and assured you that you will look good no matter what.

He was flicking through the pics he clicked when you came out of your room. Your face was red as a tomato but god you looked good. You were wearing a backless white top with the same thong as before but this time you had a hat over your head matching the bunny on top.

"Are you sure it's for CK and not Only fans?" He joked trying to lift up the mood but also to stop his dick from straining against his boxers. Making the matters worse he was wearing grey coloured sweatpants and if he got fully hard you will be able to see it and he didn't know if he would've been able to recover from that.

"Fuck you" You laughed, "Please do" He muttered under his breath. "What?" You asked thankfully not hearing it. He just shook his head and walked to you and sat on the floor.

It was going to be a long day for him.

You started with normal camera when he suggested taking one with polariod camera. You told him how you had one in your room so he went up to grab it. While in your room he took a breather, it was getting hard for him (literally) he needed to divert his mind.

He found the camera and went back outside, yiu were sitting on your knees on the floor playing with Flynn with sweetest smile on your face. Harry just wanted to grab your face and smother it with kisses.

"Honey" He called out to you and bought the polariod camera up to his face. You turned towards him as Flynn ran towards Harry. You smiled at him, your eyes crinkling on the edges with your smile lines showing and he decided that, that picture was meant for his eyes only.

*****

You finally finished shooting and now Harry was going through his phone looking at something while you sat on the counter eating strawberries as Flynn accompanied you on the floor eating from his own.

You thought about how this could be your normal routine possibly in the morning. You sitting on the counter as Harry made you coffee, munching on little snacks with Flynn, making out in between it which will proceed to little more as the kiss will deepen, his fingers brushing against your clothed pussy making you whine for more...

"Can you look after Flynn tonight?" Harry asked taking you out of your daydream. You cleared your throat and mind trying to understand what he said.

"Huh?" You asked again. "I said can you look after Flynn tonight?" He asked again.

"Of course, I can look after him but why?" You picked Flynn up from the counter and put him in your lap scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm going out tonight," He said, you furrowed your brows searching your brain to remember about any talk happening of hanging out. It wasn't any surprise to hang out outside of the group and nobody minded. It would be like a girls' or boys' night.

"With the boys you know drinks and stuff. Been so long" He lied, smacking himself on the back of his head. He saw how you looked at him suspiciously but let it go and honestly he was second-guessing the plan now. But Jordan had already sent him the location and time (just not telling him who the date is) and it would be rude to cancel.

"Okay we will have a sleepover tonight" You cooed at Flynn picking him up in the air, making him smile the biggest. And sweet Jesus did Harry feel like shit. It felt like someone had carved his heart out and beaten it with a hammer. How can he lie to you? He had never lied to you. Not even when he killed your hamster (he accidentally stepped on him) he told you that to your face knowing lying will have worse consequences. Yes, you didn't talk to him for days but in the end, you understood it was a mistake (seriously he was so small it was a miracle you didn't step on him).

He was going to pay for that he knew.

*****

His hands were shaking when he reached the restaurant. It wasn't a very fancy restaurant a bit more leaning towards casual so he dressed casually for it. Upon entering Harry gave Jordan's name as the reservation was done in his name.

The waiter led him to his seat. From afar he saw a figure sitting with shoulder-length blonde hair which looked familiar to him. He thanked the waiter and sat down, no one prepared him to see the face of the familiar blonde hair.

"Lindsey" He said almost in a whisper. "Harry! Hi Omg" she said so loud almost the whole restaurant heard her, people's heads turning to look at them.

"When Jordan said he had a date for me I was afraid it might be a creep but what a surprise" She clapped her hands happily. Harry gave her a tight-lipped smile cause he just realized how much deeper shit he is not only is he on a date but on a date with her.

He was a dead man.

"So what you bought you here? Couldn't find anyone special after me" She said in a teasing tone arching her eyebrows. Harry shook his head with a smile thinking of you. He did find his special person, he was just a coward who couldn't admit it.

"Why don't we order first?" He said. He was there might as well enjoy it. They were friends before dating after all and it's been so long since they saw each other anyway, they texted here and there but it was mostly on occasions like birthdays, Christmas or New Year's.

Lindsay was beautiful, the pretty brown eyes shiny blonde hair, sharp jaw but she was loud and not in a cute way. He can see why his college self would date her but as a somewhat adult he can't. She was charismatic though and very very flirty especially now that both of them were a few glasses of wine deep.

"You have gotten in good shape huh" She said tracing her index finger up his biceps to his chest.

"Mhm joined gym about a year ago" He said sipping the last bit of wine from his glass. Both of their eyes were on each other knowing well enough where this is going.

"Good. It has done wonders to your body" She said her fingers circling the swallows' tattoo near his collarbones.

"Haven't even seen anything though" He replied as he looked at the waiter behind her and motioned him to bring the bill.

"Why don't I take you to my place and show?" He said smirking matching the one she already had on hers.

"Thought you will never ask"

*****

Y/N was worried.

Flynn has been whining the whole night. He was fine when they had dinner and went to bed but just as she was about to fall asleep he started whining and scratching the door. You thought maybe he had to pee cause you took him on a walk after dinner but still you put on your jacket and walked him on the small lawn in front of the apartment building.

But when he started again after coming back you decided maybe it was for the best if you dropped him back at Harry's.

"Oh, you miss daddy don't you baby" You cooed at him in a baby voice putting on his jacket. It was the cutest jacket Harry bought for him. It was yellow with teddy bear-type fabric and the cutest part was the hood oh you wanted to squeeze him after seeing him in it for the first time.

It wasn't long after you reached Harry's apartment. The 15 minutes walk got your nose and cheeks red like tomatoes and cold. You thought of maybe sleeping at his cause you had no mind of going back outside in that cold.

You knocked on the door Flynn looked up at you with a big smile wagging his tail knowing he was back home.

"Your son-" words died in your mouth when you saw her. The same blonde hair, and brown eyes you wished to never see again but there she was in his T-shirt. Harry's T-shirt.

"He was whining so I had to bring him back" You said quickly putting Flynn down on the floor seeing him run inside as fast as he could with small legs.

Before any more words could be exchanged you turned around and walked no ran down the stairs. You didn't care if it was eight degrees outside or that your nose was still freezing or that Harry lived on the 10th floor and somehow you were running down every step.

It felt like your body was on autopilot you knew where you were going but your mind didn't pay attention to it. Tears were blurring your eyes making the path in front of you blurry. You finally gave up and sat on the stairs of a store and bawled your eyes out on cold night.

Harry let out a startled scream when something small jumped on his stomach but when he saw his small ball of fur his eyes softened and he chuckled.

"Alright chill out buddy" He laughed stopping Flynn from licking all over his face. It was when he sat down and cuddled with Harry did he realized where Flynn came from. If he was here that meant you also were and if you were that meant you saw her.

You knew.

*****

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I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

[plastikun]

Hi there! I saw you were doing nsfw alphabets for Jacob and nick from the quarry at some point and I was wondering if you could add Dylan to the list? I dont know if you do gender neutral for all of them or not but I thought I would ask! If you don’t wanna add him that’s totally ok too! Thank you 😊😊

— STARRY EYES, DYLAN LENIVY

note: gender neutral is my default, however, Dylan is gay in canon! so everything i write for him will be for a male reader, or implied to be! representation is important and i’m not about to erase that about a character for some dumbass fanfic lol

A, AFTERCARE

Dylan is the absolute sweetest but he is so awkward after sex… drag him into the shower with you and give him lots of snuggles + kisses when you’re all clean! He probably won’t let you know verbally because he’s stupid and awkward, but he’ll appreciate it <3

B, BODY PART

He knows it sounds corny, but his favourite part about you are your eyes… he likes how they can tell him what to do with a simple glance, he likes the way they look at him with such a gentle kind of love, he likes the way

C, CUM

He’s not too particular when it comes to that sort of thing, he’ll cum wherever you want him to: on your stomach, your ass, inside you, in your mouth, on your face… you get it

D, DIRTY SECRET

Dylan absolutely loves it when you mark him up, especially where it’s visible… give him some cute bite marks and hickeys on his neck and he’ll show them off proudly like he’s flaunting a precious jewel necklace you’ve given him <3

E, EXPERIENCE

I feel like he was a virgin before he met you, so he’s had no experience other than whatever porn he’s seen… which is obviously not a very good example of real world sex so you’ll definitely have to help him out. Don’t worry though! Dylan is a very quick learner <3

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He prefers any position where he can see your face! He likes getting those little glances of reassurance when he feels like he’s doing something wrong, or feeling especially awkward. But really, he’s up for any position you’re in the mood for <3

G, GOOFY

Just like every other second of his life, Dylan can absolutely not survive at least 10 minutes without cracking a joke, doesn’t matter if it’s funny or not. He prefers fun, giggly sex to stuff that’s more serious

H, HAIR

I think he’d keep himself groomed but nothing too fancy. That being said, if you want him to do something with himself down there, he’ll obey in an instant!

I, INTIMACY

Dylan is romantic in his own way: he very much likes to make you laugh <3 he enjoys the casual-romantic kind of sex, times where you can enjoy the other persons company just as much as you’re enjoying the sex!

J, JACK OFF

After the two of you met he never really found the need to do so, he prefers the in person experience, the real thing with real touches from you

K, KINKS

As I said before, he’s really into getting marked up and showing the bruises and bite marks off as subtly as he can (then again, the word subtle isn’t really in Dylan’s mental dictionary…) He also likes roleplaying, in a more fun way than serious— he likes making you laugh with his stupid made up situations and awfully awkward acting

L, LOCATION

Dylan definitely feels a lot more comfortable doing the act at his or your house, and is probably the type of person to get you distracted while watching a movie ;) lots of couch sex for you guys! But he’ll definitely be up for a risky hook up somewhere more public if you really want to

M, MOTIVATION

Although he tells both you and himself that it doesn’t do anything for him, being called stupid petnames really gets him going. ESPECIALLY the cringy, tooth-rottingly sweet ones! Call him your pretty boy and he’ll be on his knees for you with a bright red face and a saccharine smile <3

N, NO

If I’m being honest here… Dylan is pretty vanilla other than the fact that he enjoys getting all marked up by you, so he’s not up for any hard kinks (stuff that is/kind of overlaps with the bdsm community… yk?) He wants to be gentle with you and for you to do the same for him :( <3

O, ORAL

He prefers to be on the receiving end of it, as he’s pretty worried he won’t be as good with his mouth as you are with yours… but just give him some encouragement and he’ll give you the best fucking head of your life

P, PACE

Dylan prefers to go slow… but definitely not steady. He likes it when you toy with him: stopping every so often, waiting for him to beg you to keep going through a clenched jaw and a mumble ;)

Q, QUICKIE

As I said before, he isn’t really one for a quickie, unless you ask him really really nice of course!

R, RISK

The same goes for this! While Dylan isn’t a huge fan of taking risks, but as long as it isn’t anything super rough, he’s game for pretty much anything at least once; just make sure to ask nicely!

S, STAMINA

Have you looked at Dylan? Mans is WEAK as FUCK! This fuckin string bean can go for one round and that’s it… if you want someone who can go for longer then you’re going to have to pick someone different lmao

T, TOYS

Doesn’t really own any toys (mostly because he would be way too embarrassed to buy any…) but is 100% open and happy to use them if they’re supplied by you ;)

U, UNFAIR

Dylan definitely enjoys some light teasing! Emphasis on light because I feel like he’s a little bit more on the sensitive side… don’t want that being the reason he cries during sex!

V, VOLUME

The first few times the two of you hooked up was at camp and so, Dylan had to learn to be practically silent! You’ll get a few low whimpers from him but that’s about it

W, WILDCARD

Dylan definitely has a thing for being overstimulated ;) Do with that what you will!!

Y, YEARNING

He doesn’t have a very high sex drive per se, but he’ll also say yes pretty much whenever you ask him if he wants to get down n dirty! (Ew, that phrase is cringe as fuck but I’m jet lagged and cant think of anything else… sorry!)

Z, ZZZ

He won’t sleep until he’s sure you’re all cared for! Although he’s pretty awkward and very much unsure of where to put his body (expect some hover hands…) he adores cuddling with you, preferring to be the big spoon— mostly because he likes to cling on to you <3

[fawlke]

Thoughts on 7x05

Zombie hand scene was hilarious.

The date was as awkward as I feared but I'm glad they didn't just write it off and Buck goes actually dudes are not for me.

Tommy still rules and is very patient.

He calls him Evan, I feel this will be important later.

Maddie is a good big sister though I honestly thought she'd already know he likes men from how Buck gushes about people when he likes them.

I love that we see Hen, Karen, Maddie and Chim interacting more this season.

That poor little girl, Denny is so kind and I need more of him in the show.

Eddie having major Catholic guilt and a crisis made me laugh.

Buck and Eddie having the talk was perfect, Eddie was accepting and didn't give some be true to yourself spiel which could've been cringy plus we finally got a hug which has been missing for ages.

I love how Tommy looks at Buck.

Buddie tangent - I wanted Eddie being petty and jealous and I want Buddie to happen but it would've been too fast and this episode was paced well.

We now have a 2 week hiatus for them to review ratings and reactions and recut the next episode how they need it.

The fact Buck dancing with Tommy was mentioned I feel will be important as I gather Eddie will take Marisol (praying for Chris to do some Buddie parent trapping here) I'm hoping Eddie will see them dancing and have an Oh moment.

Overall I have been a die hard Buddie shipper since S2 and feel like a Magpie that's been given something new and shiny in EvanxTommy and while I still hope for Buddie I don't think I'll be mad if Tommy stays...that being said I still hate the Marisol actress so she needs to go.

[starsreminisce]

I've been kinda fixated on Mor's whole tensing up over here.

When I first read it, I thought her tension was maybe because she felt like she was getting replaced or something, you know? But then, I went down the rabbit hole of other people's thoughts and letting it marinade.

I wondered, could her tension be because Azriel's shifting his attention to someone else – someone he knows deep down he can't really have?

This all kinda clicked after Mor's talk with Feyre where she went on about Elain and Lucien needing to find their own paths first, and then things would naturally fall into place.

Mor was right there when Madja checked out Elain for the first time, suggesting Lucien, her mate, should suss out if something's off. Mor was basically front row center when Lucien and Elain did their awkward "let's see if he feels anything weird" thing. Side note, if it was as cringy as Feyre described, maybe that's a sign they're better off not glued together.

Oh, and speaking of this, remember that "amiss" thing with Elain? Lucien guessed she hadn't been out since the Hybern ordeal – said it way before Madja prescribed this whole "let's see what's wrong" thing. And guess what? Lucien nailed it. She got better.

Despite all of Lucien's good stuff and the fact that he's mate-worthy, no one in the Inner Circle's been spilling why they think he's not right for Elain. And here's the kicker: Mor went through a whole quality check process on him, and we all know how she keeps her Vanserra guard up. So, she's be a little more invested in making damn sure.

But man, Mor's tenseness about all this just throws me off, especially since she's not interested in Azriel romantically. Remember when she told Feyre that everyone's gonna find their slice of happiness? So, why all the tension if she's really banking on Elain and Lucien finding their bliss separately?

By the way, Mor's been dodging Azriel for like, what, 500 years? You'd figure she'd be throwing a party for him moving on, right? Finding someone who vibes with his quiet style and all.

Could it be Mor picked up from the truths – you know, the heart of Elain and Lucien – that their thing might not be all sunshine? Maybe after all the soul-searching they're supposed to do? But hey, flip the script – maybe she's clocked how deep Elain and Lucien go and figured Azriel and Elain might not be a match made in heaven?

And then there's the possibility she saw what could go down if Azriel went full throttle on pursuing Elain – the drama, the mess, the real deal of a relationship. Maybe she peeked at where their paths separate instead of converge.

Could she have just seen how they'd fall for each other and had a gut feeling it's all kinds of complicated?

Mor's got Azriel down to a T. Dude's all about protecting, and even with everything Lucien's done – for him, the Night Court, Feyre, Elain, and the whole war effort – Azriel still ain't buying that Lucien's Mr. Right for Elain, his mate for life.

It's not just about whether they share hobbies or whatever. It's about the vibes they stir in each other. Elain is still healing. She's not done processing all she needed to process.

My gut tells me their chemistry could magnify the not-so-great stuff.

Sure, they might be head over heels for each other, but does that really mean they're the ultimate match?

And it's like, Mor's got the inside track on that too.